Pairing : snow leopard hybrid sunghoon x human reader
Genre : non-idol AU, fluff, mention of past abuse and hybrid illegal trafic
Synopsis : Y/N thought she was being burgled when she heard a noise in her home in the middle of the night, but instead discovered a lost and injured snow leopard hybrid. What better way to brighten her lonely days than to keep it with her?
Having dogs, cats, rabbits, and even turtles as pets was perfectly normal. But having lions, otters, foxes, or even snakes as pets was original.
However, it was entirely possible thanks to hybrids. This new species of humans, half-animal, half-human, had appeared several decades ago and lived among humans. Some were adopted by families, and others lived their lives alone.
Hybrids were well integrated into society, but it wasn't uncommon for malicious people to want them for the black market. The government was uncompromising with such individuals.
Y/N had never really thought about adopting a hybrid. Even though she was alone and her family lived on the other side of the country, she liked her peace and quiet. She worked as a veterinary assistant and thus often interacted with animals and hybrids who came for treatment.
She was returning from a particularly exhausting shift, wanting nothing more than to take a shower and sleep. She entered her house, not bothering to turn on the lights. The young woman just went to close the living room sliding door, not noticing the large hole in the screen.
After a quick shower, Y/N collapsed into her bed, ready to sleep. She had been in bed for a good two hours when she was woken by noise in her living room, as if someone was moving her furniture. Silently, she got up, grabbing the baseball bat under her bed.
Holding her makeshift weapon in her hands, she entered the living room, turning on the lights, a cry escaping her at the furry shape under the table. The snow leopard jumped in fright, knocking over the coffee table in the process. It went to take refuge in a corner of the room, growling in her direction.
Having regained her composure, Y/N set her bat down on the floor and raised her hands to show she wasn't threatening. This was undoubtedly a hybrid, unless a snow leopard had escaped from the nearest zoo.
"Easy, easy. I'm sorry I screamed, you just caught me by surprise. I guess I scared you too." She approached slowly, stopping occasionally when the animal growled at her. The young woman put one knee on the ground, reaching her hand out toward it.
"I'm Y/N. I know you're a hybrid, and you seem injured," she said, looking at the bloodstain on its fur. "I'm a veterinarian, I can help you if you want. You're safe here, no one can hurt you."
The snow leopard calmed down, stretching its head to sniff her hand, then advanced hesitantly. Y/N smiled, gently stroking its head before standing up, going to get the first aid kit from the kitchen.
The hybrid didn't move when she returned, watching her with its large dark eyes. Y/N put on sterile gloves and then knelt in front of him. "So, where are you injured?"
The feline lay down on the cold tile floor, and she could see the wound covering his right thigh. She grabbed something to disinfect the wound, applying disinfectant to the gash, which made him whimper.
"I know, I know, it's almost over." She finished cleaning the wound, wrapping a bandage around his thigh to cover the injury and protect it. "Alright, done! Are you hungry?"
He purred softly, and she smiled, standing up to throw all her medical supplies and gloves in the trash. Y/N took out a Tupperware container with leftover bibimbap from the day before, heated it up, and placed the bowl in front of him.
"You can eat human food even in animal form, right?"
She got her answer when the leopard pounced on the food as if he hadn't had a real meal in days. She also gave him a bowl of water before returning to her room. Y/N had just lain back down when she saw the feline's little head appear through the doorway. She patted the mattress, and the snow leopard jumped onto the bed to lie down.
The young woman soon fell back asleep, her slow, steady breathing lulling the hybrid. Sunghoon had only wanted to find a refuge to escape his captors. He had fled from a hybrid trafficking ring and entered the first open house he could find. He hadn't expected Y/N to welcome him like this and even allow him to stay. Finally safe, his eyes closed, and exhaustion took over.
Y/N woke up the next morning with Sunghoon sprawled across the mattress, his furry body rising gently with each breath. She smiled, getting up to get ready. The hybrid came out of the room, yawning, as she prepared breakfast.
"I have to go to work, but I'll be back early this evening, around 5 p.m., okay? Get some rest."
She placed several bowls of food on the kitchen floor so he wouldn't go hungry during her absence, then stroked his head before leaving the house. Sunghoon stayed alone during the day, sleeping most of the time. He hadn't been able to sleep well before, always having to stay alert. But at Y/N's, he was safe.
Around 5 p.m., he heard Y/N's keys jingling from outside. He jumped off the couch and trotted toward her as she came through the door. "Hey, how was your day? Is your leg hurting too much?"
He pressed his head against her stomach, purring, the young woman put one knee on the ground to stroke him and give him scratches. Y/N went to change in her room, where she found the sheets on her bed tangled, the snow leopard having surely rolled around in them, which made her smile.
Back in the living room, she sat on the couch, the hybrid jumping up beside her. "So, I was wondering, do you already have a home? Or a family?" Sunghoon shook his head before placing it on her lap. "So I was thinking I could adopt you, if you want? I'm alone, so you could live here and have a comfortable life. Especially since you're still injured and need to heal."
His ears perked up on his head. She really wanted to adopt him? He could stay with her forever, watch over her and protect her like she had done for him? That was all he wanted! He buried his head in the crook of her neck, purring, and Y/N chuckled.
"Okay, okay! I'll take that as a yes."
She had already brought an adoption form from her veterinary clinic in case the hybrid agreed right away. Y/N filled in the various information about him, Sunghoon watched over her shoulder.
"Well, the last thing is I need your full name, which will be difficult if you're still in animal form since you can't speak." She tapped her pencil on her chin, thinking of a way. Y/N eventually drew an alphabet on a blank sheet of paper, and the hybrid pressed his paw on each letter to form his name. "Park Sunghoon," she read. "Great! I just need to send the form, and you'll officially be my hybrid. What do you think about that, Hoon?"
His tail wagged behind him as he jumped on her to settle across her lap. It wasn't such a bad idea after all, he would keep her company.
It had now been several weeks since Sunghoon had been living with Y/N, and he had never known such a good life. He still hadn't taken human form because of his injury but would be able to do so very soon.
He was very grateful to be able to stay with her and loved her dearly. He often slept in her bed at night to sleep beside her and watch over her, and didn't hesitate to snuggle up to her when she was home.
Y/N was returning from a day of work, appointments had piled up, and night had already fallen when she stepped through the door. She took off her shoes, her bag hit the floor with a dull thud. Going to the living room as usual to see Sunghoon, she didn't expect to see a young man in his place.
Tall, with fluffy grey ears amidst black strands and a long tail moving from left to right, he seemed to be sleeping. The young woman silently approached him so as not to disturb him, leaning over him. It was the first time she had seen him in human form, and he was gorgeous.
Sunghoon opened his eyes, meeting her gaze, and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her to him, Y/N collapsed onto him, her hands flat on his chest. The snow leopard nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck to smell her perfume, his large palms sliding under her sweatshirt as his tail wrapped around her ankle. "Hoonโฆ"
"I missed you," he murmured against her skin. His voice was hoarse from not having used it for several weeks, but his touch was warm and reassuring.
"You're human."
"Mmm," he purred. "I wanted you in my arms. My human. Mine."
Hesitantly, Y/N stroked his hair, her fingers scratching behind his ears, which intensified his purring like a big cat. Sunghoon rolled to lie her beneath him on the couch, enjoying the contact of her skin against his.
"I'm yours, right?"
"You're mine," she promised, kissing the top of his head. Sunghoon smiled, his small fangs brushing her skin as he smiled against the thin skin of her neck.
GENRE : smut, handjob, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), spanking, ceo!sunghoon, a mixture of bratty and soft sunghoon, tiniest bit of fluff, brief mention of jake, sunghoon being punished.
WC : 2.6k words
SYNOPSIS : mr. park had always made you work hard, it was about time you'd snap and give him a well-deserved punishment.
WARNING : 18+ contact, minors do not fucking interact.
A/N : hihi, pretty humans <3 i'm back with another fic requested by @yunskies my beloved :3 and anonnie, it's very rushed yet again cause of my exams but i hope y'all like it! all likes, comments, shares and reblogs are highly appreciated, please let me know if you like/enjoy my works, it motivates me a lot! iloveyou all and i hope you guys enjoy it :D
the sound of your heels tapping on the marble floor resonated the office, your sigh even louder than that. being called ahead of time in the morning for the sole reason that your boss is an early bird didn't sit well with you. with coffee in one hand and your bag containing folders full of papers in the other, you walked all the way to the small desk counter you had in front of ceo's office, you being the secretary of the same.
the office was empty as always, your time of reporting being one hour earlier than the rest of the employees. you sighed yet again, fixing your ponytail to make sure that not a strand of your hair was out of place.
mr. park sunghoon, your boss, is greatly known for his workโthe way he works. his criteria are simple, he starts working early in the morning, skips days and asks you to schedule most of his meetings on thursdays and fridays, wanting the rest of the week to himself.
another thing you did not appreciate was the amount of workload given to you. his past secretaries had given up in a span of three months, four months being the maximum time one had devoted to him before giving up.
then came you, tolerating his demands for almost six months now, earning enough respect from the rest of the employees for sticking up this long but they didn't know that your patience had been running thin lately and you were sure to snap anytime soon.
to top it all, he always got your name wrongโa new name each time which you had to overlook because mr. park didn't like to be corrected, always thought highly of himselfโwhich was acceptable considering his exceptionally amazing work despite having a weird style to do so.
speak of the devil, he walked towards his office and you still weren't settled in your workplace. you could smell a remark coming at you already. โwhy aren't you working already?โ he spoke just as you bowed down saying good morning to him.
he looked fresh, not an ounce of distress on his face as if work stress didn't exist for him. his tone was authoritative which made others swoon enough to respectfully want to be railed by him. but in this case, you had a pretty fake smile plastered on your face as you apologized for being a minute late and he simply scoffed, his tongue poking inside of his cheek.
โthis is the third time you've come late in six months,โ he pointed out as if you had committed a crime and keeping your tight-lipped smile was getting harder by second.
he didn't bother waiting a second more for your reply, โget me my coffee in five minutes.โ he ordered and entered his office just in time as your face morphed into a scowl, which he luckily missed seeing.
making your way towards the pantry cum cafe room, you put his coffee in the mug while also taking a few cookies alongsideโjust how he preferred it to be. you knocked on his office door twice, hearing a faint โcome inโ before entering and placing the tray on his big desk.
he didn't bother uttering a small โthank youโ, proceeding to take a sip of his drink already as you turned to leave but were put to a stop.
โthe coffee is cold already, get me a new one.โ his sour voice reached your ears as you turned back to look at him finally staring at you.
if you didn't know better, you'd think that he was smirking at you, the corner of his mouth twitched seeing your blank expression.
โand take these files along, get them signed from all heads of departments within three hours,โ he ordered nonchalantly, his slender finger pointing at the stack of files kept on the sofa table.
โdeep breathsโ you reminded yourself, he seemed extra pushy with you today, as if he wanted to test your limits. he bit his lips, clearly amused with the frown on your face.
โyes, sir.โ you seethed out, grabbing the files and walking out without second thoughts, not letting him give you any more orders.
another sigh left your mouth as you called the nearest coffee shop to get a new coffee for him, specifically adding this instructionโplease make sure the coffee stays hot.
your phone pinged, reminding you of the meeting this very evening, you standing up to inform mr. park of the same but were stopped with the office phone ringing. โcome in.โ he said and slammed the phone without any decency. you took a deep breath before going to meet the devil again.
โsir, you have a meeting with sim agency at five in the evening,โ you informed before he could say anything and he bit his lip, taking off his glasses.
โcancel it, i don't feel like working today.โ he smirked again at your pointed eyebrow.
โexcuse me?โ
โyou heard me, miss lee.โ
โi'm not miss lee, that was your old assistant.โ you scoffed, not able to maintain your polite facade.
he stood up, coming close to you with his hands in his pocket, his face victorious.
โi don't care,โ he started, โcancel my meetings and get me my coffee.โ it's very obvious how he wants a reaction out of you and you're going to give him exactly that.
your heels click as you turn and walk away, practically disrespecting him and he couldn't stand that. his strong hands wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back and that's when you decided that you'd had enough.
you pulled on his collar, pushing him back so he was against the wall, eyes widened as he didn't expect such a comeback from your side.
โthis is exactly why no one wants to work with you, sir.โ you gave him a tight-lipped smile, observing his face.
he was quiet, staring at you with his mouth agape which he closed to gulp down his excitement? fear? he wasn't sure either. the proximity and the way you looked fearless sent a shiver down his spine. the tip of his ears reddened as you spoke up again.
โno orders for me now, sir?โ and suddenly โsirโ seemed the most degrading word he'd ever known, not to mention how it successfully helped the growing tent in his pants.
that's when you looked down to realise why his breathing got deeper, why his eyes couldn't leave yours and why he was holding your skirt like a kid who wanted his favourite candy. mr. park had a boner. your boss had been turned on just by a few snarky remarks and collar grabbingโyou found it the most interesting thing in this world.
โdone being a brat now?โ you arched your brow again and this time, he replied stuttering.
โiโi'm not a brat!โ he tried to maintain his composure, having never been talked down like this before.
โis that so?โ you smirked, tracing his jawline which tensed him further yet he didn't hold you back from doing so, his body slightly leaning towards you now as if trying to scream how it wanted more of your touch.
โhmm!โ he hummed a yes.
he whimpered a little as your fingers wrapped around his neck, โguess what, mr. park?โ you bit your lips at his hardened cock which looked painful inside his pants, โyou are a brat,โ your fingers teased his boner by touching it gently, โand brats deserve punishments.โ
you didn't hold back and palmed his cock as he squirmed around, no trace of his bossy behaviour left and all you could see was a desperate boy who needed you to fuck him.
โpโplease,โ he gasped.
โdon't you deserve to be punished, hoon?โ being talked down to never felt that good to him before, his cock twitched which amused you further.
he didn't care anymore, he nodded fervently in hopes to get more action from your side, anything and everything.
โwho's in charge here?โ you asked.
โyโyou are!โ
you simply grab his collar and pull him to his table, making him sit on it as you situated yourself in between his legs, still palming him.
โnow, hoonie. would you like to be spanked or to be denied orgasm?โ oh, you were having so much fun. his eyes were teary as it is and you could see him contemplate his choices as he voiced it out with a moan.
โspanking,โ his voice was shy but he did trust you enough to show you this side of him, not fully sure if it was just because he was needy or that he actually seemed to like you.
even though you were angry and in the mood for punishment, his cuteโsqueaky voice made you smile just a bit at how adorable he was being.
this wasn't the mr. park you were used to seeing, he was a shithead while the sunghoon in front of you was nothing but a needy baby.
his cheeks were tapped twice for him to look your way, you unbuckled his belt as you held firm eye contact with him, he gulped down again when you unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers as you did.
โsomeone's excited.โ you pointed out as his dick sprang up to his lower abdomen, leaking with precum. you loved how the roles had switched.
โtouch me please,โ he whimpered and you cooed at his pleas, asking him to follow you and bend over your lap on the couch which he did without complaints.
his cock was pressed against your thighs as you caressed his soft, milky skin of his ass, wanting them to covered with the prettiest shade of red.
โnow, be a good boy and count for me, yeah?โ
the sound of your slap echoed the room even before he could nod, his back arching with pleasure as he stifled his moan, โoโone!โ he said.
โgood boy.โ you kneaded his ass before going for the second one.
โoh fโfuck, two!โ he moaned. and just like that, he didn't stop until you were at the eighth one.
his enthusiasm made you soft, he didn't stop once while counting, being the obedient boy you wanted him to be.
โi'm about to cum!โ he softly cried out, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
โaw, you liked it that much? come on, beg for it.โ you stroked his cock, switching positions to make him lie down on the couch with you on top of him.
โplease please let me cum, i'll be a good boy and do everything you want, pretty pleaseโaah.โ there you granted him permission, his cum spilling on your hand as you helped him chase his high, his cock growing softer with the sound of his breathing filling the room.
โgood boy.โ you whispered and he blushed.
โno one's ever done that to me before,โ he softly accepted, โall the people i've had sex with simply expected me to dom.โ his pout was adorable.
you pulled him closer by his collar again, slowly unbuttoning his white shirt. โi'll grant you a wish since you've been such a good boy and took your punishment well.โ you said, throwing his shirt somewhere in the corner of his office.
โfuck me please!โ he said without second thoughts and you freely laughed at his puppy-like expression.
you could see his beauty now that he was fully naked under you, he tugged at the hem of your skirt, wanting you to be naked with him.
โundress me, pretty boy.โ and he sits up with a whine, knowing well you've grown a particular liking to tease him.
and he did, his hands were focused and he sucked in a breath as soon as he saw your bra, running his tongue to wet his lips.
โcan i kiss you?โ he came close, only a breath away as you head the back of his head, pulling him closer so that he was pressed against your upper bare body, only restricted by your bra which he unclasped while kissing you while unconsciously bucking his hips forward.
you pushed him down, getting on top of him, not bothering to remove your skirt. he watched with anticipation as your wet panties pooled down your legs, you stepped out of them to position yourself on sunghoon's cock.
he half sat up as you lowered yourself on his cock, eliciting a moan at the delicious stretch. his moans were a lot prettier, a string of curses along with tons of pleas for you to give him more.
โy/n, fuck!โ he groaned as you start to fuck yourself on him.
โso you do know my name.โ you pointed out with a smirk, pleased with his reaction and he sucked on your tits to prevent his voice going out, his hands holding your waist to get some kind of balance.
โgood boy.โ you praised again, peppering small kisses all over his neck.
โtell me who's in-charge, sweetheart?โ
โyโy/n, you are!โ
his toes curled when you gained momentum and fucked yourself hard on his cock, his eyes closing and opening, confused because he wanted to see you but also felt overwhelmed, still sensitive from his first orgasm.
you were so delighted you broke the โtough ceoโ act of his, making him beg for more which he did without even asking. his body so reactive, his head on your chest as he drooled while gasping for breath.
you take a moment to look at himโhair tousled, lips red and swollen from how hard he bit him, tears brimming his eyes and his legs shaking under you, his orgasm was close.
being the good boy he was, he decided to rub your clitoris as best as he could muster to also please you, your fingers tugging on his soft locks while the other hand teased and twisted his hardened nipples.
a moan left your mouth as he hit a particular spot, which successfully had you crying in bliss as sunghoon bucked his hips, his orgasm close.
โfuck, want you to cream my cock please!โ he begs when he hears your gasps growing louder by second, the sound of skin slapping being the loudest.
your legs shook as your orgasm covered his cock, the liquid successfully running down his shaft which only heightened his experience. but you didn't stop riding him until he hit his own euphoria.
sunghoon couldn't handle it anymore, he cried out, โy/nโโ he started but you didn't let him finish.
โcum in me, baby boy.โ you breathed out and he stuttered, forming sentences which seemed incomprehensible.
and suddenly, he was showered with kisses on his face, each mole of his receiving love as he finally looked up, his cock softening inside you.
a tear fell down his eyes which you gladly kissed away and then proceeded to kiss his lips for the first time. it was slow but he hummed softly while holding on to you for his dear life.
โso you won't be a brat next time, mr. park?โ you asked, lightening the mood and he laughed with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
a knock interrupted your small conversation as you dressed up alongside, sunghoon was shirtless still when you slightly opened the door to his office.
โhey! we're really sorry your coffee got delayed but it's still warmโโ the guy with the name tag of โjakeโ blabbered before stopping to see a very shirtless guy and your smudged lipstick.
he apologized with comically widened eyes of his and handed you the coffee saying โi'm sorry to interrupt.โ before running away, making you both laugh lightly.
he turned to look at you, fully dressed now.
โi don't think i'll stop being a brat, y/n.โ he smirked.
โ part one here!
After finding out that your boss has seen, heard, and instructed you through some pleasurable nights while parading around as a faceless cam-boy, you decide that your best course of action is to: call out sick. use vacation days. avoid Park Sunghoon at all costs. Unfortunately, ten days doesnโt appear to be nearly enough time to erase whatโs happened, and Sunghoon refuses to be avoided.
or the one where sunghoon pretends that he isnโt an anxious mess over accidentally exposing himself and you just so happen to have a lot of fucking empathy.ย
minors dniย
PAIRING โ boss / cam boy!sunghoon x afab readerย ย
WORDCOUNTโ 14.5kย
CONTENTโ forbidden office romance kind of, smidge of angst if ur sensitive, mentions of predatory behavior from sunghoon, he is more desperate than he is dominant, just the way we like it.
NOTE โย bro im so sorry this took way too long to write, it also is way longer than it's supposed to be. but yknow. i had to do him right lmfao. NOT PROOF READ.
nsfw tags under cut
nsfw tagsโ perverted sunghoon, heavy petting, making out, foreplay on a chair lol, desk sex, very intimate shit ok? ok., pussy eating, jerking off, finger fucking, fingers-in-mouth antics, gagging, implications of something more than just an office fling, unprotected sex, he fills you UP!!! YIPEE!!!ย
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Avoidance.
That is the only way you know out of any awkward or unsavory situation. Avoid, avoid, avoid. Find a new job, change your name, dye your hairโ question all of your life choices up to this point.
Itโs the fact that never in your life have you had an interest in live sex cams. It was always just a porn video or a nice erotic novel for you. Sometimes curiosity gets the best of you though, like it does all people, and itโs not like you thought anyone would ever know who you are or catch you in the act of feeding into your curiosities.ย
The one time you ever navigated to the live camera feed on your favorite porn site did shift your sexual appetite a little bit. A whole new world of seeing exactly what you want without needing to search for far too long for that perfect videoโฆfor a cost, of course.
You made good money already, and itโs not like you werenโt going for that promotion at the time either. You thought, why not? Why not pay a pretty, faceless man for some anonymous jerking off and move on with your life?ย
The one time you found something to satiate the late night body-cravings, the point of pleasure ended up beingโฆyour boss?
Small world? Miniscule, fucking tiny little world.ย
For days you wondered if Sunghoonโs text to you was just a coincidence. After all, the faceless man on screen didnโt say a word to you after you uttered the name of your boss. Even if he directly said your name. Even if Park Sunghoon uttered your false name at work.ย
Consistent back and forth in your head. From, โNo, how could that even be possible? No way is it him.โ to โbut Mr.Park started being weird after the first call, he used both names, he played off of the boss/employee dynamic.โ
Youโre going crazy as you send another email to your department, apologizing for taking so many days off but not truly apologetic. Itโs been ten days now and Sunghoon has yet to text you again.ย
That little โCan we talk?โ can be heard in your head in his voice. Only now recognizing how clear and unique it truly is when he does speak. You try not to realize how similar the cam-boy sounded to him. Only connecting the dots when they force you to do it, really. You still try to convince yourself that the text was about firing you, given his actions at work that very same day.ย
Maybe he was avoiding you because he felt awful about needing to fire you?ย
Maybe he sent that text message to start the process of pushing you out?ย
After all, itโs still very difficult to imagine Park Sunghoon having a cock that nice, or cum in that amount. Given, itโs not like you ever thought about him jerking off or anything, itโs justโ
You donโt fucking know. Your brain is a mess of shaking anxiety and echoes of sexual frustrations and moans.ย
You were refunded your money. He texted after the session. He said your name. Itโs him, isnโt it?
Subject: Time off Request: Rejected. Insufficient PTO.
[insert your name here],
The time you have requested from the 27th to the 3rd has been rejected due to insufficient hours. As of last Thursday, you are no longer meeting the minimum hour requirement as a full-time employee. Your PTO is at 0 hours and 00 minutes and you now have three unexcused absences. Please return tomorrow with a signed order or note that exempts you from work. If you move forward without returning to the building, this will be grounds for termination. Please review the company handbook and job abandonment guidelines.ย
Additionally, COO Lee, myself, and Division manager Park will be scheduling a meeting with you in the upcoming days, failure to appear will result in immediate termination.
Thank you,
HR
Well, fuck. You knew the time to avoid this would dry up, and this ten day hideaway to fake your death didnโt quite pan out.
Devastating, truly, that you have to walk through those doors with the same legs your boss may or may not have seen spread open for him through a grainy webcam image. Horrifying, that you have to look him in the eye and explain that you really were sick for the past ten days, that you definitely were not hiding the shame of your sexual desires.
The worst part about all of this? Not just the embarrassment but the fact thatโฆyou liked it. On that night, had he admitted it was him, you may not have ended the call yourself. It felt like it added some danger to your arousal at the time. Which, naturally, makes you more embarrassed now. Mostly because, at worst if that was Mr.Park, it was predatory. At best though? You very well may have consented.
But the what ifs donโt matter now. The only thing that matters is forcing yourself through the awkwardness of being at work after avoiding it for so long already.
Fortunately for you though, work isโฆweirdly normal. In fact, no one acts like youโve missed ten days at all. You are greeted by the usual co-workers, you sit down at your desk and can log in as usual, and there are no warning emails or invitations for what would be considered a meeting of termination either.ย
The day goes by just fine, suspiciously so. Sunghoon, though youโre avoiding him at the moment, doesnโt appear to be too out of character either. At one point, you were forced to drop corrected paper work off in his office, and he gave you the same usual and small โThank youโ before you stepped out with your legs threatening to buckle.ย
Then again, his โcasualโ appreciation could just be your mind playing positive little tricks on you. Maybe it wasnโt casual at all. Maybe that little uncharacteristic breath afterwards isnโt just in your head. You didnโt make eye contact with him during that brief moment, and you did rush out quite quickly so you wouldnโt really know. However, in the deepest part of your brain his voice really does match the one who said all those dirty things to you.ย
Maybe youโre still overreacting.
Or maybe you dreamed all of this up.ย
You choose to remain unaware of the awkwardness around you solely because everything else is normal. Deep, deep down, you know. But youโre not giving that truth a chance to thrive or run your brain anymore.
And just as the day comes to an end, youโre actually feeling better. Anxiety is draining out of you, fear and embarrassment sit dormant in some hidden part of your brain over the small possibility of virtually fucking your boss. It seems youโve let this work day clear up all of that fear in your head.
You were wrong, right? It wasnโt him, right? Heโd have tried to defend himself by now. What boss wouldnโt be absolutely terrified that youโd report him, anyway? After all of that?
You actually feel a little dumb at the possibility of Mr. Park ever wanting you sexually, or ever even wanting to speak to you in that way. Asking to see your pussy? Telling you how to touch it? No, thatโs definitely not him. Couldnโt be him.ย
And your eyes do stray after a little while. Just to steal glimpses into his office, feeling relieved and weightless now that it appears your fears are over and finally understood. Doesnโt change the fact that now when you look at him, you might be wildly fucking attracted to him. Because fuck, imagine if that was him. Youโre kind of forced to put his image to the faceless cam-boy now, not that you want to do that or anything. It justโฆyou canโt really blame yourself for it.
You lend yourself a little laugh. As happy as you are that youโre able to convince yourself that itโs not Sunghoonโs cock youโve yearned for, you really wouldnโt mind sleeping with someone as handsome as him.ย
Crazy how the lack of anxiety lets you think those types of things though, isnโt it? When your brain is no longer fogged by fear or embarrassment, itโs like the clarity can sometimes be scarier simply because you donโt know how true certain statements are. Even through all of that fear, maybe a part of you wished it was him.ย
Even with the weight on your shoulders lifted, in hindsight, maybe youโre even a little disappointed that it wasnโt.ย
And, just as youโre preparing to clock out and head home with a big secret crush and a little pep in your step, you hear the familiar notification of an email. No problem, probably just a daily report or something.ย
Please come to my office before you leave for the day to discuss your conduct as of late.ย
Thank you,
Park Sunghoon
Division Manager
000-000-0000 ext. 000
Well, double fuck. To think everything was fine despite you being well aware of that shit HR said to you previously?ย
You barely recognize how the email is sent directly to you from Mr. Park, not including HR or COO Lee. In fact, the anxiety wells up inside of you so quickly that you nearly have to dry heave a few times before taking a deep breath.ย
In your head, itโs not even about the web-cam session with a faceless man anymore. Your anxiety about that died the moment you successfully lied to yourself enough, now youโre genuinely just afraid youโll lose your job or that beloved promotion you worked so hard to be qualified for. You just had to let your anxiety run your life for the past ten days, didnโt you? After all, skipping work to such an extent? Everyone had to have known that it was a lie eventually.ย ย
So, you stand to your feet, brush off your thighs, and attempt to keep your heart from pounding as you make your way to Mr. Parkโs office expecting to see HR, COO Lee, and a severance package on the desk waiting for your signature.ย
Instead, you walk in to just find your boss. Heโs looking at you as he normally would, eyes focused on his screen before glancing at you for a moment and nodding his head to one of the chairs in front of his desk.ย
โMr. Parkโโ You start, nearly wincing at the way you say it because, well, you havenโt said it since the night you had your pussy out on display. Itโs only natural to physically react, right?
โOne moment.โ He says in a small voice, clicking a few times with the mouse as you watch the monitor light shine across his cheeks with each window he minimizes.ย
Itโs silent for a few moments as you awkwardly look around an office youโve been in countless times. His lights are always dimmed, the temperature is always comfortable. Youโre gonna miss this office, though itโs not your own. It was a nice, brief escape before all of this if youโre being honest.ย
โHow was work for you today?โ He turns his attention to you, finally adjusting and rolling his chair to center himself in front of you behind his deskย
You pause at the question, unintentionally tilting your head at it like a puppy. โGood? Normal, I guess?โย
You watch as he nods with a tight-lipped expression, eyes falling to his desk as he takes in a deep and disappointed sounding breath.ย
โWell, thatโs one of us.โ He huffs out, causing you to feel a bit confused with his tone. Is he beingโฆpassive aggressive? And when he snaps his eyes from his desk straight to your own confused gaze, you can almost sense a bit of something else in them compared to usual.ย
Not anger. Not disappointment.ย
He looks worried.
โEleven daysโโ Sunghoon drones on with an exhausted tone, cutting himself off with another breath that shows you were right to assume his current displayed emotion. โYou have ignored my text messages for eleven days.โย
Youโre shocked by that because as far as youโre concerned, he has not texted you.
โWhat are youโโ You furrow your brows at him, frantically pulling out your phone. โYou havenโt texted me. See? The last one I got wasโโ You take a second as you pull up his texts and remember the exact time he texted you. So late into the night, right afterโฆthat. Naturally, you silence yourself, afraid to say it out loud.
โOn the contrary,โ Sunghoon denies your proof. โI texted from my personal phone.โ
You hesitate again, looking down and noting the notifications under the tab ofย โmessage requests.โ To be fucking fair though, you didnโt even know that existed so you never really paid attention to it. Especially as you practically avoided your phone out of fear that heโd be texting you again.ย
You were thankful he didnโt. That comforted you. Now though? Your comfort is replaced yet again with anxiety because, well, he texted you consistently after that night.
โOhโโ You say quietly, seeing a glimpse of โPlease, let me call yโโ in one of the messages.
โI didnโt see those.โ Quickly, you turn your screen off and shove your phone back into your pocket, nervously clasping your hands in front of you and looking to the floor.ย
โI will reiterate then.โย
You can hear the leather on his chair squeak against his expensive suit when he leans forward, both hands splayed out on his desk in a wide and intimidating stance in front of you.ย
โWaitโโ You look around the office now. โIf youโre going to fire meโ shouldnโt the others be here too?โ
Sunghoon pulls back at that, narrowing his eyes before lending a very small and even more nervous chuckle.
โIโm not firing you. I told them Iโd take care of your sudden and, quite frankly, unhelpful vacation.โย
You look to the floor again, feeling scolded for your actions but having a genuine reason. If Sunghoon truly is aware of that reason for your absence, he understands too, right?
โI have been beyond inappropriate with you.โ He blurts now, that same leather squeaking as he leans back again and looks away from you the moment you snap your head up. โI have reason to believe youโve not yet reported me, and Iโd like to ask for the opportunity to explain myself before you do.โย
You feel a chill wash over your whole body, cold sweat peaking right at your temples as you stare forward. Heโs being so professional about this, and that lie youโve convinced yourself of is showing itโs face as just that, a fucking lie.
So this is it?ย
So there it is? A semi-admittance that it was him? That little feeling in the back of your head that wishes it was diminishes within an instant. In fact, you narrow your eyes at him, your nose crinkles, and you feel frustration bubble up in your gut.
โSo you admit that it was you?โ You ask, needing a full confirmation.ย
โYes.โ Sunghoon sighs, leaning back somehow further, creating as much distance from you as possible before unintentionally rolling his eyes. Mostly due to the fact that he was stupid enough to let this happen, mostly to shame himself. โWhat I did was inappropriate and unacceptable. I didnโt intend for this to ever happen.โ
Now you feel a bitโฆpissed off.
Like? Oh, he didnโt intend for this to happen? What? You mean he didnโt intend to let you fucking find out! Well, as good as he is at playing the part of a slutty man on the internet, heโs not so good at acting in real life, now is he? Saying your false fucking name at work, saying your real name with his cock out?
What in the fuck are you supposed to do about this? Why is he giving you the ability to report him? Heโs the one with the power here. He could fire you now and bury the information if he so pleased. After all, Heโs besties with COO Lee, right? That bitch in HR has an obsession with him too. Hell, everyone here loves the guy.ย
Youโre just a bottom of the barrel employee trying to work your way up. If you got him fired, surely heโd make damn sure you never work for a decent company like this one again. Additionally, you donโt even want to report him.
Yeah, it was fucking weird that he just knew it was you and kept going. Super strange that he had to have known after the first call, only to ask to see you in the second one. Why does that turn you on in the midst of this anxiety induced spiral? Why the fuck is the idea of Park Sunghoon apologizing for masturbating to and for you so alluring?!ย
Sure, maybe itโs kind of nice knowing that someone of his status would ever find an interest in you, but it doesnโt quite wash the frustration away. You have every right to question, and every right to be pissed off about it.ย
Still, in this quiet room, Sunghoon is stoic and all you can think about when you look at him is the way he said โif I were your boss iโdโโ and the way he fucked his palm while saying it, implying he wanted it to be you while simultaneously knowing it was you watching.ย
Since fucking when did Mr. Park ever show a sexual interest in you? And if he did, why the fuck couldnโt he have just been normal about it?
โThat was really fucked up, you know that?โ You argue immediately, voice shaking at the speed of which your emotions shift. Your resolve isnโt quite as clear as it probably should be. Perhaps you should report him, or maybe you already should have. But, itโs not like you accepted the truth until he demanded it of you.
You would have let it slide. Both of you could have pretended it never happened. You couldโve gone home and continued working, never paying a cam-boy again had Sunghoon not called you into this stupid, comfortable ass office.ย
โIn my defense, I was just doing my job. Though itโs my own fault for not telling you, my job here was at risk if you had found out.โ
โYou made me talk about you.โ You roll your eyes at him now, gaining the power and control over the conversation. โAnd you thought I wouldnโt find out?! What? Did that get you off or something?โ
โIโโ Sunghoon stops himself from answering that question truthfully. He quickly tries to explain away the stutter instead. Never has he been scolded by an employee, but youโre well within your rights to do so. โI wasnโt in my right mind. I never get called by name during these sessions and I apologize for having you say it.โ
โAnd you want me to report you?โ You raise a brow at him. โWant me to just storm right into HR and tell her how youโre a fucking pervert? Want me to tell her how you told me to repeat your name? To thank you for it? Is that really what you want?โย
Are you enjoying yourself a little too much? Maybe.
Sunghoon doesnโt respond though, instead, he runs his hand through his hair and sighs from the stress welling up inside of him. He can only act calm and collected for so long, and itโs been eleven days already. He hates how hearing you say those words goes straight to his cock at a time like this, he hates even more how all of this could have been avoided if he had simply declined your second call.ย
But youโre not wrong. He is a pervert, and he did tell you to thank him for the pleasure you were getting from his voice and half image alone. At the time, he was so turned on he really just couldnโt help himself. You fed his sexual appetite unknowingly and now this is the consequence of his action. Being a known pervert.
Is it what he wants though? To be reported? Humiliated?
Fuck.
Arguably, just having you humiliate him like this is enough. Drives him crazy, really. Whether it be from arousal or guilt, or both.ย
And for the first time since you started working here, you see him for what he truly is. A strong man to an extent, but heโs crumbling under his own mistake and it makes you wonder just how far he wouldโve taken it had you not found out.ย
โAnd what if I didnโt realize who I was fucking myself for?โ You glare. โWould you have asked for more? Avoided me here even more? Would you have declined my application for the assistant position because you canโt come to terms with the fact that youโre a fucking pervert?!โ
Sunghoon raises his hands in defense.ย
โPleaseโโ His voice sounds panicked. โPlease, keep your voice down.โ
โAnswer the question, then. Just fucking own it at this point.โ You throw your arms up now, letting them fall back down in a slap to your thighs. โWould you have made my work-life miserable just so you could watch me get off to you? Knowing the whole time? Would you have kept on with that boss slash employee shit just so it felt more real for you?โย
Staring forward at him, you watch him accept that everything youโre saying is likely exactly what would have happened. Maybe he really will try to own it. Which would beโฆ a good thing if you decide to let your own resolve falter.
So fucking secretive, huh? An actual, real life degenerate? And itโs Sunghoon of all people?ย
โMaybeโฆโ Sunghoon trails off, making himself seem much smaller than he usually is on a day-to-day basis. โI mean, NoโI,โ
Oh, heโs actually stuttering.
โAnd you want me to tell on you? You want me to fuck your life up?โ You raise a brow. โAs if I didnโt pay you to do it?โ
In all honesty, aside from the anxiety and awkwardness, and despite never once thinking of Sunghoon too sexually, things have changed. Drastically. Especially after being confronted with this situation and heโs not intimidating you or using his power to control you. No, heโs giving you the power and quite frankly, you donโt know what to do with it.ย
Are you basking in it? Absolutely. Is it nice to see him cower in front of you? In that big plush chair that costs more than your monthly income? Hell yeah.
But goddamn, had he approached you before all of this and asked for a date, or showed interest, you would have gladly partaken in a secret romance with him. Heโs intelligent, attractive, clean, and has money. Itโs not like you ever expected the guy to go home and fuck himself on camera.ย
You never thought he was the type to be so lonely either. Or so desperate, judging by how he acted during those two sessions. Arguably, you always wondered why there was never a ring on those pristine fingers.ย
And while you were definitely the victim in this situation, you feel more embarrassed than you do violated. Many nights you thought of how he spoke, how he said how badly he wanted you. Itโs embarrassing because youโre starting to love the idea of who those words really came from. The Park Sunghoon, so untouchable in the business world. So untouchable by women and men solely because he appears to be too expensive, too pristine.
But youโฆ
Youโve seen him dirty.ย
Part of you wishes you didnโt pay to be humiliated like this. The rest of you wishes you didnโt fucking like it as much as you do.
โItโs only fair.โ Sunghoon explains with a short breath. โI feel awful for what Iโve done, and I should have told you the moment I recognized her as, wellโโ He pauses with a pained face, as if he hates hearing himself say it. โYou.โ
โThen, why didnโt you?โ You raise your brow again, nearly forgetting youโre at work, solely focused on the conversation at hand and feeling relieved at the way itโs going.
Sunghoon shifts in discomfort, looking away from you.
โDo you want honesty?โ He asks in a quiet voice, leaning forward on his desk but refusing eye contact. He keeps his gaze lowered the entire time, his voice small and shaky.ย
Thereโs still people in the office, though his door is closed and itโs unlikely he can be heard.
You nod to him with an even smaller โGo on then.โ
โI tried to convince myself that it wasnโt you.โ He says, shifting his hands and picking at his cuticles.ย
Man, he really knows how to act sorry, doesnโt he?
โI avoided you after that first call, solely because I think I wanted her to be you. Which isโฆincredibly inappropriate.โย
He looks up at you now, searching for a reaction and only seeing you nod at him. His eyes shift right back down as he continues.ย
โMy avoiding you led you toโ umโ more services.โ He explains quieter, admitting in full the situation heโs allowed to take place, seeming more and more insecure with his words than he ever has before. โI can admit that I have fantasies and needs.โย
Silence.ย
โAfter that first call, I couldnโt help but be entirely attracted to you. The idea ofโโ
You suddenly find yourself thinking back to all of those things he said to you again, parading as if he wasnโt your boss, telling you what he'd do if he were. He seems to have accidentally found a sexual interest in the dynamicโฆand he fucking dragged you into it with him.ย
โMr. Parโ Sunghoon.โ You cut him off, actually feeling a bit of pity now at his admittance.ย
His words make you feel like maybe heโs not entirely just a pervert who was intending to make you get off to him from the start. If anything, he probably felt uncomfortable at first knowing who was on the other end of the call. Itโs the fact that his real life job was at risk if you found out, and still he indulged despite that. He accepted that second call, he asked for more, he acted like he really does want you.
ย To the extent that losing his job was in the front of his mind and he still did it. He ignored the danger of it and prioritized getting offโฆwith you. You find yourself wondering if this would have happened to any other employee under him if they happened to stumble across his stream too.ย
Part of you wants to pretend he wouldnโt, because the idea that all of this is happening solely because it was you? It hits a little too hard, a little too deep.ย
โOkay, okay. Stop,โ You say, keeping your eyes on him and willing him to look up at you. โYou donโt have to keep explaining, I get it.โ
โNo.โ He does meet your eye this time, stopping your brain of all thoughts at how differently you see him now versus all the times before. โI do.โย
Heโs so honest. Probably too honest for his own good. Maybe thatโs why heโs so good at his job, maybe thatโs why everyone loves him. Maybe a bit of lying would help him in this situation if it were anyone else, but for you?ย
You kind of enjoy the way heโs telling the truth. Admitting that he was desperate, apologizing for wanting you even if just for a brief moment.
โI asked you to turn on your camera for selfish reasons. I asked you to say my name, then I made the mistake of exposing myself because Iโโ He hesitates, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply through his nose. โI struggled to pretend it wasnโt me, and that she wasnโt you. I very well knew what I was doing, and at the time, I wished that you did too.โ
More silence as you stare at him, stunned, slightly in awe.ย
โBut I knew you wouldnโt have reciprocated. What Iโve done is criminal, and I am encouraging you to report me for it if thatโs what you deem necessary.โย
โAnd if I donโt?โ You donโt leave any more room for silence now, feeling desired and validated.ย
You canโt pretend that youโre mad, though you were previously. You simply canโt pretend that, now at least, you wouldnโt reciprocate. If anything, youโre more interested now than you think you ever would have been before.ย
โWe can forget any of this ever happened. Iโll stop streaming and accepting private calls, and we can hopefully move forward without any ill-feelings of one another.โ He blinks at you, near pleading with his eyes. โIโll push your application throughโ That is, if you still want the position.โย
Sunghoon does wince at the bribe, considering heโs never done such a thing let alone commit acts of sexual harassment, or perhaps even non consensual foreplay with someone. It really really wasnโt entirely intentional, and heโs disgusted with himself. If you report him, heโd take the hit to his reputation and career, but if you donโtโฆwhat then?
Ill-feelings, he says? If anything, you might feel more ill parading around like you wouldnโt want him to do all of those things he said previously, with free-will to say as he pleased without the fear of you knowing who the words were coming from.ย
โCan you please stop with the professional talk?โ You hum out with an exhausted eye roll.ย โI donโt want the promotion if youโre just offering it so I donโt rat you out.โ You narrow your eyes now and lean yourself forward. โYou hope to forget this ever happened? Really?โย
Carefully, the two of you watch each other for a while longer. Sunghoon looking like heโs about to catch himself on fire, and you, looking annoyed and amused. Still, the thick air in the room starts to feel suffocating under the pressure of the โissueโ at hand as you scold him further.ย
โWhat you did was predatory. Butโ I donโt want to ruin your life over this.โย
You watch as Sunghoon listens, his posture opening up a bit more as you speak, showing that heโs being relieved of his stress through your words alone.ย
โAre you trying to hold a promotion over my head over this?โ
Before he gets the chance to curl in on himself again, you answer for him.ย
โMaybe.โย
You continue too, not letting him speak for the time being. Or, rather, giving him a chance to breathe.ย
โShould you change your username and continue doing what you want behind closed doors because itโs no one elseโs business?โ You really watch him this time. โYes.โย
He blinks at you, raising a brow in slight confusion.ย
โDid you take advantage of me?โ
He nods before you whisper out another โyesโ yourself.ย
โWould I let you do it againโฆ?โ
Oh, for Sunghoon, itโs hard to breathe right now as he anticipates what youโll say. Is it going to be a โnoโ this time? Are you going to stand up and change your mind? Despite just stating you donโt want to ruin his life?
God, hasnโt he already let you?
โYes.โ
Pause.ย
โIโm sorry?โ Sunghoon responds in disbelief, shifting his eyes to his hands and then back to you. โCome again?โ
โSunghoon.โ You make it a point to call him by his name now, ignoring the etiquette of a proper boss and employee dynamic. โI am humiliated by all of this but I can see that you are too. Youโve admitted your guilt and even go as far as encouraging that I report you.โ You pause again, knowing that this isnโt where the conversation should be going for any, uh, normal person, you suppose.ย
โIf you had just told me. If you had said anything about wanting to, like, fuck me, I would have done it with or without the promotion on the line.โ
Does that make you sound a little desperate? Yeah. But itโs not like he doesnโt know how badly you need to be fucked. After all, you know, the cam sessions and stuff. You were literally paying a stranger to get you off.ย
Shouldnโt he, of all people, know that you were bad-off enough to get laid?
Sunghoonโs issue though, is that he never looks at his employees sexually. No matter how pretty, no matter how much they flaunt themselves at him. He never has, and probably never will again. If it hadnโt been for that single first session with you, all would be well. But now? Heโs too attracted to you.ย
He wants you so badly.
โIf you tell me right now that you want me, in the same way you did on that callโโ You stop yourself to really look at him. With the way he swallows, the way his lips slightly part, the way his hands show signs of eleven days worth of nervous habit cuticle picking. โIf you do all of those things you said youโd do โif you were my bossโ...โ
โWait, waitโโ Sunghoon stands in a rush, causing you to jump slightly at the sudden sound echoing off of the walls in the office. โDo you understand the consequences of what youโre implying right now?โ
โIf I fuck my boss, we could both be fired?โ You smile, feeling the confidence raise within you. Watching the way he reacts to your lewd words face to face rather than through a microphone.ย
โThat would beโฆcorrect.โ He raises a brow.ย
โWell, technically, youโve already been fucking me.โ You look away from him, feeling a bit shy even with the confidence, but never having spoken to a man so bluntly before like this? Itโs a bit scary. โWould it really make anything worse if, you know, I do reciprocate?โ
Goddamn. Sunghoon might be a bit smitten. This situation could have gone a thousand different ways, and you offer the one that includes your legs spread across this fucking desk and his face buried between them?
Oh. Never has he been so willingly turned on at work.ย
โIs this what you want?โ He asks in a breath, shifting his eyes to the door and walking towards it, immediately reaching for the lock but not quite turning it.ย
โIs that what you want?โ You counter, turning and staring at the lock.ย
Sunghoon hides his nod, wanting you to be the one to answer first. After all, hasnโt he been self-indulgent enough?
โDo you want me to fuck you?โ He finally breaks and says it, blatantly, not sugar coated, yet still sweet when the words hit your ears. โAfter all this, you still want it?โย
You nod, dipping your head a bit against your shoulder.ย
Click.ย
โI guess I should have known.โ Sunghoon plays with his words now, hand dropping from the now locked door and eyes entirely on you. โDo you want me to fuck you, or would you preferโโ
โYou.โ You smile, feeling your skin prickle at the electricity that enters the room through breath and words alone. Itโs the way he already shifted. Like all of that anxiety melted out of him within an instant.ย
โNo, no.โ He stalks towards you now, the nervous Sunghoon is no longer in sight as he makes himself seem bigger, taller, far more intimidating. Just like he was on camera. โThe me you saw on screen is not the same as what youโre seeing right now.โ He tries to explain.ย
โOh?โ You tilt your head, and he only finds that cute.ย
Far too cute.ย
โYouโd do as I ask, right?โ His voice shifts to a raspy whisper as he centers himself in front of you, both hands reaching the arms of your chair as he hovers above you. โIโm far more tame online.โย
Tame?! Thatโs what he calls tame?!ย
You stare up at him, keeping your jaw from falling slack as you physically see him shift from being your boss into being a man with a need. Not just any need either. A need for you.
Part of you wonders if he ever truly felt bad in the first place about all of this, because the shift from just moments ago is so dramatic itโs almost scary.ย
โSo, tell me.โ He leans down, inches from your face as his eyes start to fall to a half-lidded stare at you. โYouโll do as I say? Youโd let me do it all for you, and not ask me to stop until I feel it best, yes?โ
You swallow and slowly nod. Oh god, it really, really, is him.ย
โAnd while at work, youโll behave?โ He continues, lips now ghosting over yours to the point you can almost feel them press down. Heโs implying that if you donโt tell, that this wonโt be the only time too? Shit. Heโs entirely aware of why this shouldnโt be happening, but still making it happen.
ย โNo matter what I do to you, where or how I do it, youโll behave?โ
You canโt help it when you lift your chin, just a bit to rest your lips against his words, eyes falling closed and hands hesitant to reach out for his perfectly ironed shirt.ย
You feel his smile against your lips, with that sharp-toothed grin he rarely offers.ย
โAh, so itโs true.โ He murmurs against you, his hand reaching for yours and guiding it for you, straight to his belt. โDirty, dirty girl.โ
A small, pleased, sound leaves your throat when he does kiss you, adding his own pleased hum alongside yours as his hands still hold yours in place over his belt, not quite letting you do anything just yet.
โGonna be quietโโ He whispers into your mouth, just against your tongue before licking out and against it. โEven when I tell you to moan my name?โ
You really shouldnโt be surprised, but you still are. You like this Sunghoon better than the one who stutters and picks his cuticles. Heโs owning it, and in a way, so are you.ย
ย After all, it wasnโt until today that you truly learned what Sunghoon is like when heโs aroused. Not that you ever should have known in the first place. The fact that you do know, the fact that heโs showing you? It just makes this all the more arousing, in your opinion.
All he needed was a green light and within seconds it seems, Sunghoon became the need youโve been chasing for months now through porn sites and erotic novels.ย
You nod to his words, trying to drop your hand just a bit to feel what youโve already seen. Just to feel how warm he is, howโ
โIs that so?โ Sunghoon whispers in an amused tone, guiding your hand right back to his belt, only to drop his other hand straight between your legs. โYouโre supposed to do as I say. If I tell you to moan my name, you do it.โ
Oh, the sexual confusion of what to do and which Sunghoon to obey. All you can do is continue to nod for him, hanging your head with a breath at the way he cups his hand over the entirety of your core. You wore pants today in order to hide your shame, to try and feel invisible based on previous circumstances. Youโre not so happy about that now, as you try to feel his touch through the thick fabric only to shamelessly thrust your hips up and against his palm.
He moves his lips to the top of your head now, hovering over you in a perfect stance of power, hand gently rubbing up and and down despite your hips asking for a harsher touch. If anything, it makes him feel better knowing how you react to this.ย
In actuality, his relief is sending his arousal through the roof. Not only are you not going to rat him out butโฆyou want more of it? More of him, in particular? Not the facade of him online?ย
At this point, if he gets caught, youโre both going down in flames. So, why not enjoy the ride?
Truly, itโs laughable in the way heโs just as amused as he is turned on, relishing in the fact that he wants you and youโre letting him have you despite his past actions. Youโre messy too, heโs seen it, and now he gets to feel it.ย
โMhm,โ Sunghoon hums against the top of your head, now pressing his own hips forward against your hand. โFeel that?โ
The electricity? How hard he is? How needy you are?
โYeahโฆโ You sigh absentmindedly, bumping his chin with your head when you try to look up at him. You only blink twice before he coos out with a sad little sound.ย
He doesnโt say a word after as he removes his hand and instead, grabs both of your hands and places them on his shirt.ย
โGo on.โ He smiles, waiting to see you to start fumbling against his buttons.ย
And fumble, you do. Touching him, for some reason, feels so dangerous. Knowing youโre the one removing his shirt, watching his skin be revealed as it begins to fall open by your own doing? Itโs electrifying. Enough to lose your train of thought as you study how toned and smooth his skin is. Just like how you had seen on camera, so clear in front of you now. Youโre aching for him by this point, being able to feel his body heat, touch him, feel his eyes on you.ย
If you had really known back then who it was you were talking to, you very well may have pretended to not know as well, judging by the way your entire body catches fire for him.ย
And as his shirt falls completely open, heโs satisfied with the way you do it. Complacent and docile beneath him, nervous fingers shaking much like he did for the past eleven days. With those pretty eyes looking at him, like thereโs nothing in your head at all.ย
He chuckles at you, grabbing your hands again and placing them right on his chest, helping your hesitant touch to massage and caress each bump and toned muscle. He intentionally flexes the further down your hands go, all the way back to his belt.ย
There, he looks down at where you touch, then back at you with a quirked brow. You stareย up at him, blinking, face feeling hot, and itโs like you move your hands on instinct. The sound of his buckle being unclasped echoes in the room, and his eyes only darken with the sound.
The sound of it slipping from the loops when he takes it upon himself to remove it completely for you, the sound of his breathing, the sound of that zipper, the button, the shuffling of his pants being skewed down just enough to fit your hand inside.
He moans at the image alone, loving the way your smaller hand looks slipping down his pants, the way your breathing is somehow even as if youโre trying to keep yourself calm. So calm, so pretty, but he knows how needy you are. He shouldnโt, but he does, and he uses it to his advantage.ย
Youโre the one who moans this time upon feeling that little twitch of his cock urging you to grab. And he helps you too, with the way he guides your hand under the front of his pants further, forcing your fingers to grab and grope the thick of his cock, uncomfortable and pressing between his briefs and undone zipper.ย
โStill, youโre just looking.โ Sunghoon comments, pressing his hips forward slowly and gently. โIโm right here.โ He continues to explain the situation to you, as if youโre not experiencing it. โYou need me to show you how to touch me too?โ
You hesitate with a groan caught in your throat. Youโre still processing the size difference that you feel now versus what you saw. Bigger. Thicker. Heavier than you would have expected against your palm. Honestly, you were so focused on the fact that Sunghoonโs cock is currently fucking forward against you that you almost forgot how to jerk a man off by yourself.ย
His hand had been doing all the work for you, and youโre quick to take over.ย
Sunghoon lends a very small gasp at the way you try to grasp, and instantly both of his arms shoot to the chair behind your head. He grips it, dropping his chin to the top of your head before thrusting a bit harsher into the grip you try to hold on him.ย
โHarder.โ He exhales, his cock twitching in your weak hold. โGrab me harder.โ
You do, squeezing the bulge before intentionally adjusting it for him, allowing the head of his bulbous cock to peek from the top of his briefs.ย
His relieved sigh is enough, you canโt help it. With his chin sat atop your head like this, you have no choice but to watch the way he moves his hips. Just like he did on camera. His abs flex with each movement, his arms grip behind you on the chair tighter, and you couldnโt pull your eyes away from his desperate body even if you wanted to.ย
You thrust up too, as if your body craves what youโre already touching. And you do crave it, so much so that your clit aches against the denim youโre rubbing up against. Unfortunate that you wore these fucking jeans, honestly.
โMr. Parkโโ You let out a small and frustrated cry, using your other hand to try and fail at unbuttoning your own pants.ย
He hides his smile at the way youโve reverted back to his professional title, but pays no mind to it because thatโs what he wanted to hear in your voice that night. A desperate sound of his name, a plea, a cry. He canโt help but cling to it and bury that pretty voice into the darkest parts of his brain. A memory heโll revisit time and time again after this. That sound, those pretty lips, this weak grasp you have. For the time being, itโs his. You belong to him right now.ย
โHm?โ He hums out, fucking his hips forward while tilting his head back to look at you. โWhat is it, baby?โ
Oh. You lost your train of thought.ย
Thankfully, he seems to do the thinking for you as he shifts his eyes down and watches you try to both please him and remove your own pants. A cute sight to him, really. Someone who was just scolding him for wanting this, fumbling for more?ย
So cute.ย
He chuckles, pulling his hips back from your hand and grabbing it, unbothered by the loss of your touch. Instantly he intertwines his fingers with yours, and grasps your other hand from your pants to do the same. Both your arms raise by his guidance to the back of the chair before he releases them.ย
You watch with a slack jaw and half-lidded eyes as he lowers himself, right onto his knees before he unbuttons your pants for you and very politely pulls them from your legs.ย
โThis what you want?โ He smiles, lying his cheek right against your exposed thigh and taking a deep inhale. Itโs taking everything in him not to fawn over the woman who had him in his thoughts for the past however long, truly.ย
Then again, heโs weak. He doesnโt even look up at you through his words and, instead, nuzzles his nose right up and against the seat of your panties before inhaling with a pleasant hum. โTo have me finally touching this pretty pussy for you?โย
God damn, if you didnโt already know it was him on that camera, you do now. He speaks the same type of words, with the same confidence, the same sultry toneโฆ
You can barely comprehend the way he slowly takes his own pants off because youโre too focused on the way he runs his lips across your skin with dirty thoughts spilling from them. Fingers tucked under either side of your panties in preparation before he eventually pulls them off of you.ย
โDid you wear those pants to hide yourself from me?โ He comments now with an amused tone. โKnowing you wanted me to take them off of you anyway?โ
You shake your head at him, holding your breath. You did wear them to hide, but you never would have expected this situation to go in a direction involving his mouth anywhere near where you need it. Sure, you assumed he would have rejected you, you assumed that if it was himโ heโd have been so disgusted with himself that heโd only gag at your presence.ย
But no. You were bold in your words, and he seems to feed into that.ย
โNo?โ He furrows his brows and lifts his head. Now lowering your panties much like he did for your pants. Heโs quick with his next action, seemingly hiding his own desperation through playful comments at you. โWhy not?โ He adds, instantly pressing his thumb against your clit and fucking shining his eyes up at you with a semi-pouted mouth.ย
You roll your eyes back at the sudden pressure, relaxing your shoulders and slouching down in the chair. Your legs spread further on instinct, granting him a full view of your sticky cunt parting open for him.
His eyes glance down, peering into the heat you offered once before ever knowing it was him looking. Clicking his tongue, he canโt help but bite his lower lip to hold himself back. He hopes you donโt notice the way his hand finds its way to his own cock, he really, really hopes you donโt see him act so pathetic over this.ย
But you do. The moment your eyes roll back into place and get a look at him. One of his shoulders is moving, but the action is hidden by not only the chair, but his fucking face. Heโs got his lips parted and heโs licking his lower lip. Slicking it up with his own saliva beforeโ
โSo quiet,โ He hums with glistening lips, lending himself a light hold with his cock and pretending itโs you doing it for him. โYou have nothing to say for yourself?โ He adds now, inhaling once more the scent of your slick dripping for him as he leans in just a bit more.
โOhโ!โ You yelp slightly at the feeling of his teeth digging into the flesh just to the side of your core. He bites down harder and harder, licking the flesh between his teeth before sucking hard against it. The sweat and scent of your full-day at work does nothing to calm his raging cock. He loves it and it only grows his appetite for you. Licking, sucking, nibbling at the skin until heโs sure heโll leave a nice, painful swell to rub against your panties later. Only then does he release your skin from his still-tasting mouth.ย
The relief when he releases your thigh is short lived because he offers not even a full two seconds before you feel his mouth circle your clit. Like he canโt help himself, like he canโt tease you right now even if he wanted to.ย
ย A flick of his tongue sends a shiver down your spine straight to your toes and you canโt stop your legs from immediately wrapping around his head. You hear his muffled โmmfโ when you do that, but he keeps you from apologizing for it because his free hand goes straight under your ass and scoots you even closer to his tongue.ย
And if you didnโt already think Sunghoon knew how to use that mouth for more than just being a professional business man, you do now. With the way that same tongue that used to taste the morning coffee youโd bring him now tastes you. Deeply.ย
He licks, flicks, and sucks every fold. Slurping up any dripping heat that slips out of you before pressing his tongue in and nuzzling his nose against your clit. Heโs not quiet about it either. He moans with each lick, hums every time your legs squeeze around his neck, slurps and loudly sucks.ย
Itโs pornographic, itโs sexy, itโsโ
Suddenly, you feel a sharp jolt shoot through you, having not even noticed his hand moving from your ass to your front, moving straight up under your shirt. His fingers immediately find your nipple and pinches hard. So hard that your previous moan only becomes prolonged. Grows louder, breathier.ย
He pinches and massages your nipple with the intent to keep you loud for him. Office setting or not, he could give less of a shit about that right now. He ignores the strain on his wrist from your bra, he uses his other hand to grip himself harder, and you canโt help but squeeze him tighter between your thighs until youโre, quite literally, shaking.
Your hips are sliding against his face with each jolt of pleasure, practically riding him, and his cock is now entirely neglected because you canโt help but want more. You need more. And he gives it, by now releasing himself and keeping both hands on you. One holding the outside of your thigh, almost pushing you to squeeze tighter, the other incessantly abusing your nipple.ย
He chokes out a moan through his messy movements, never quite knowing where to put his hands solely because he wants to touch all of you. His cock is just fine being neglected, he thinks, as he realizes just how much pleasure he gets from feeling you wrap yourself around him like this.ย
It feels better than jerking himself off.ย
โMr. Pโโ You sigh out, still not quite used to actually calling him his name, but the sound of it reminds you time and time again how wrong this situation is supposed to be.ย
Youโre sitting on this soft chair, pussy being spread apart by a tongue none other than the man who signs your paychecks. And just this morning you were terrified of him ever even getting a glimpse of you without pants on? God, how stupid could you be? You shouldโve been chasing this manโs touch since the day you looked at him for the first time.ย
โFuckโโ You moan out for him, brain spitting thoughts at you as each second passes. The danger of this, the fact that he genuinely got off to you before you knew it was him. The secrecy of his perverted thoughts and actionsโฆitโs all soโฆ โSo, youโre so โ hot.โ
You feel him laugh, kissing the pulsing hole of your pussy when he pulls his tongue back to swallow. And for just a few moments, he turns his head, gripping your thigh with his teeth once again before speaking back to you, muffled by the hot skin.ย
โYeah?โ He laughs, now pulling his hand from your bra and lifting to your chin, pointing your gaze down at him, forcing you to see the way your thighs nearly suffocate him against your pussy. โThen keep your eyes on me.โ
And you do, especially when he uses both of his hands now, nudging them between your legs and forcing them from his shoulders. He rests your legs on the arms of the chair instead and flicks his eyes up at you.ย
โYou watching?โ He makes this a point, blowing a small breath of air straight at your clit before receiving a dazed and slow nod from you. โKeep your legs open too.โ
Thatโs the last thing he says before his mouth is full again, sucking your folds between his teeth before tucking his tongue right back into your hole. He tastes for just a few moments before you feel those same lips on your clit. He lets it throb in his open mouth as he listens carefully to your little sounds, especially now that heโs sliding his fingers into you.ย
You gasp, holding your breath at the feeling. His fingers slide in, reaching deep before he scissors them open. And all you feel from it is pleasure. You canโt help that your eyes roll back again, but you do try to keep your gaze fixed on his. With his eyes so rounded, blinking up at you with his strong jaw moving with each swallow of his own muffled moans.ย
He sucks your clit, fucks your cunt open, and relishes in the way he will soon get to splay you across his desk and really let you have it.ย
And he does this for a few minutes, though in your head it goes by so fast that you nearly get whiplash from the way he pulls back with a wet sound and grins at you.
โAw, babyโโ He coos at the face you make, seemingly disappointed to lose all stimulation at once, but heโs quick to lift to his feet and lean back over you.ย
Oh, his cock. Itโs right there.ย
Oh.
His faceโย
โYouโre so fucking wet right now.โ He murmurs against the corner of your mouth with a raspy whisper, easily and without warning slipping two of his fingers right back into the heat that he just denied himself of licking more. โYou hear that?โ He continues with a sharp toothed bite to your lip. โHow wet you are?โ
You groan at the way he slams his fingers in, out, in, out, inโฆHe keeps them there, pressed so far into you that you can physically feel the way your pussy tries to push him out again.
โCould slip it in right nowโโ He moans out at how tight you clench just his fingers. โFuck, could be so deep in you.โ
Your face feels hot as a bashful feeling overtakes you. His voice hits so much harder when you feel his breath along with it. His fingers, his cock right up against you. You want him to slip it in. To stuff his cock in you so fast, no room to adjust, not a second to even catch your breath.ย
God, you need it right now. Itโs been too long since youโve felt a real person touch you, you canโt help that you feel so desperate. The clench isnโt on purpose, your body tells him all he needs to know, all while he tells you all you could only wish to hear fall from someoneโs lips.
And not just anyone. His lips.ย
You shoot your arms around his neck and it's not really intentional butโ an actual kiss. You need it.ย
He seems pleased by it though, with the way his tongue immediately asks for more. One hand moves to brace your cheek, the other still fucking into you so good that you canโt keep a single moan down. He takes full control of the initiated kiss solely because you kissed him first. Almost hungrily, he licks into your mouth with his own muffled groan, encouraging you to keep being pretty like this. Just so you can see what heโll do to you.ย
And, damn. He guides your body like a puppet, stiffening his shoulders when he licks into your mouth and threatening to pull away by raisingย himself up just a bit. He knew youโd chase the kiss, and you do. You lift with him, your ass lifting from the chair just to keep his tongue against yours, and he takes the elevated position and angles his hand just a bit. There, his fingers fuck into you harder, faster, so much fucking deeper untilโ you feel his fingers stop at a painfully deep spot inside of you.ย
He pulls back from the kiss, looking down between your bodies, and your eyes follow his gaze. Right there, heโs placed his knee up against his own wrist, forcing his fingers to remain deep and unmoving in you.ย
You take in a sharp inhale, seeing the way he lets your body fall back to the seat of the chair, only forcing him to skew his fingers andโ โOh, god!โ
You moan out so suddenly that it even shocks him for a moment, but he takes your weakness and uses it to his advantage. Quickly, he licks into your moaning mouth, tickling his fingers upwards, pulling even more animalistic sounds from you.ย
โYeah?โ He whispers frantically, so turned on by the way your entire body stiffens. โRight there?โ He continues, leaning his full body weight forward with his knee, wincing at the way he presses his cock against anything he can find in the process, just to get you off right here, right now.ย
You nod just as frantically, toes curling, arms shooting to the chair in a form that should appear as discomfort, but really youโre just bracing yourself through the tensing of your muscles before all of them relax and pulse at once.ย
Your ears pop, but you can still hear your desperate cries of his name somewhere distant. You can even hear him, humming and encouraging your orgasm. You wish you could hold your eyes open to see him, to grab him and force him to fuck his fingers hard into you. God, you could take it right now. You could take just about anything to heighten this feeling of stars bursting behind your eyelids.ย
Somehow though, itโs like he knows. Half-way through your orgasm, you feel the weight between your legs shift and his fingers start moving again. Still, your eyes are squeezed shut, and you can't help but to lunge forward and hug against his neck, clinging to him through the prolonged orgasm that his fingers alone have brought to you.ย
โSqueezing me so tightโโ Sunghoon groans, unsure of if heโs referring to the way your needy cunt crowds his fingers, or the way you cling to him like a lost pet, begging for him to never leave your sight. โFuck, youโre so pretty like this.โ
You hear those words over any of his others. So clear in your head as you snap your head up and look at him. You see him lower his gaze, but your grip doesnโt quite allow him to actually look down at you. Not when he has to physically hold you up anyway. Still, he looks amused up there, knowing that single compliment mustโve hit somewhere inside of you.
Youโre not sure why, through all this, Sunghoon calling you pretty makes it so much more intimate. And even as your legs continue to shake, and you release your death grip hug on him, he keeps himself crowded up to you. Heโs somehow out of breath just like you are, relishing in the calm silence of your post orgasm as heโฆJesus.
Itโs not just your imagination. Somehow, it is intimate. Itโs the way he pulls his fingers out and both hands shoot to your face. First, he kisses you as if youโre a long lost love. Deeply, slowly. Then, heโs putting one hand at the small of your back, nudging his knee right back between your legs, and pulling you right up against him.ย
โWho did you cum for?โ Sunghoon asks, pulling back just to lick against your lips and stare directly down at you. โSay my name.โ
You donโt hesitate, echoing out with a winced expression, still so out of breath while rubbing your clit to the expanse of his thigh.ย
โSu-Sunghoo-Sunghoon-โย
โYeah?โ He encourages you, hearing his name heat his ears up. He moves his pussy-slicked fingers to your mouth while you cry his name, and easily presses your tongue down with them, sliding the digits further and further down your throat. โSunghoon.โ He says his own name. โSay it again.โ
You gag around his fingers, unable to obey his demand.ย
โSungโโ He inspects the way your tongue struggles against the intrusion in your mouth. โHoon.โย
You swallow around them now, sputtering, tears now running down the outer apples of your cheeks. He watches you do it too, wondering how good that would feel if it were his cock youโre swallowing around. Knowing youโd probably do it for him if he wanted to right now.ย
Butโฆhe needs more than that. Despite how delicious you look while gagging, his cock has been neglected and he needs to fuck out the stress from the past however long youโve been avoiding him. Itโs like his brain breaks with the action as he watches you take his fingers in whatever way he offers. You let him do whatever he wants. Youโre obeying.ย
โUp.โ He suddenly says, pulling all physical contact with you away as he turns, steps out of the pants restricting his ankles, and swipes every pen, file, and picture frame off his desk. โCome here, baby.โ
You feel like youโre melted to this chair right now, in all honesty. Youโre still trying to catch your breath just from touching his cock before he decided to make you see fucking stars, to think you can stand right now is insane.
So, when you donโt immediately hop up and throw yourself onto his desk, he turns to look at you.ย
Youโre splayed out, legs still spread, toes still curled. Your chest is heaving to breathe, eyes wild and lips so fucking kissable.ย
โOh, fuck.โ He sighs to himself in realization, relishing in the image of you heโs only recently been craving. โLook at you.โ
You lift your arm to hide your face, feeling apologetic for the way youโve lost the ability to exist as an active participant right now. Even more apologetic when you glance down at how fucking hard his cock is. Raging hard, so pretty with the tip sputtering precum for god knows how long.ย
He watches you stare, and lends you a few moments to catch your breath by gripping it himself. Leaning himself against his desk and twisting his wrist with a tight grip at the base.ย
โIs this how you looked at me when I did this before?โ He asks, flicking his wrist still with each drag. โSo out of it, you look like such a mess, babe.โ
You find yourself humming a confirmation to him as you watch, almost reverting back to who you were during that first session. Unseen, only heard, all while you got to see him pleasure himself to almost nothing. You gave him nothing.ย
Youโve still only given him nothing.ย
And so, very slowly, you force yourself to stand on shaking legs to take those two strides to his desk. Something inside of you tingles when he drops his cock and opens his arms for you, like a good boss would do in this situation. Supporting your unbalanced weight, letting you walk into his comforting grasp.ย
โSaid my name so pretty, you know.โ He comments gently when he holds you close to him. Hands reaching down from the grip around your waist just to grab both of your fleshy ass checks and squeeze them. โYou want more, yes?โ
Heโs quick to the point, only allowing the short and sweet moments to last just enough for them to stick in your head. Just enough to have questions about his actions. Just enough to give him anything, everything, he could want if it involves your body.
You nod almost shyly, dipping your head down and leaning against his chest.ย
โLet's get this off of you then.โ He smiles with a gentle voice, reaching to the hem of your shirt and pulling it straight up, watching how you lift your arms to help him. โMhmโโ He hums again, loving how the bra drags off of you along with the shirt. He lets both of his hands brush your nipples before he goes back to gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them.ย
Spreading them so wide that, once again, you have to lift on your toes just to let him play with your body. Which, oh man. Always wearing his button down shirts, his blazers, his long-sleeve shirts. You canโt help it when you tug at the opened fabric of his shirt, asking silently that he shake it off. Wanting to see his arms, wanting to see the strength in them.
And he does it without hesitation, letting his hands fall from you just for a moment to shake his shirt off, only now hugging against you again and forcing a position change. He turns both of you so now youโre up against his desk, and heโs standing in front of you.
Itโs easy for him to push you back in a kiss. Your legs open for him on instinct anyway, so he need not worry about prying those legs open again. You do just as expected when he pushes you too. Your ass hits the desk and you lift on your toes to sit on it. Your legs spread wider, making room for him to step even closer, cock right up against you when he closes any amount of distance, and still? Heโs kissing you.ย
All across your face, down your neck, back to your lips. And his hands just keep feeling. Massaging your tits, lending small taps to your ass, holding your chin, jaw, neck, and thenโฆhe runs them through your hair.ย
The feeling is so good you almost forget how youโve been trying to steal a glimpse of his flexing arms as he grabs at you. Goosebumps prickle and you let out a groan at the pleasure of it. He keeps one hand there now, smiling against his kiss to your ear.ย
โYou like being pampered?โ He asks, now gripping a fist full of your hair and skewing your neck to the side. โLike being moved around like a puppet?โ
Never once have you thought about your sex life that way, but when you think about itโฆmaybe. After all, you did enjoy being told when and how to touch yourself, being allowed or forbidden from cumming. Now, with him quite literally moving you around with just a simple grip of your hair? Yeah.ย
โBy youโโ You mutter out as you open your eyes, staring at the ceiling and feeling his tongue lap against your earlobe.ย
โJust me?โ He leans back, using that same grip in your hair to force you to look at him. โYouโd give me that power?โ
You nod against the grasp, lips falling open in a moan despite not being pleasured by anything aside from the stinging against your scalp as he pulls little hairs a bit too tightly.ย
โYou knowโโ Sunghoon starts now, pressing his hips forward, dropping his other hand to his cock and slapping it right against your weeping cunt. โIf I had known you were this dirty...โHe sighs out at the image in his head, thinking back to all those times he silently complimented you in his head. Back then, never would he have made comments about your legs out loud, or how your tits would look in certain shirts. Thinking back now, heโs always found you quite beautiful.
Quite fuckable, even.ย
You listen to the silence waiting for him to continue, feeling the way he presses the hardened head of his length against your clit repeatedly.ย
โI would have propped you up on this desk months ago,โ He smiles now, leaning in real close to your ear as his grip in your hair loosens just a bit. โCouldโve had you moaning my name this whole time.โ
Then, you feel it. The way he adjusts his weeping cock lower, prodding at your hole just a bit until his tip is entirely enveloped by your clenching walls.ย
You swallow a moan and hold your breath, legs shooting around his waist and instinctively trying to force his hips to move forward, trying to force him to penetrate you deeper.
โShh,โ He coos out, holding his hips firm and not letting you control his movements. Then, he kisses just under your ear before peppering them all the way back to your lips. He doesnโt kiss you though, no, he chuckles at you for trying. Watching you let your tongue fall from your mouth, inspecting the way youโre entirely in tune for him right now. โYou really want it, donโt you?โ He whispers just above your lips. โWant me to fuck you right here, right now?โ
You nod absentmindedly, legs still trying to force him to move, arms clinging under his biceps, head still forced into whatever position he keeps it in by the hair.ย
โPleaseโSunghoon.โ You cry in a small voice, feeling as if youโre going insane by the feeling of his tip sitting comfortably in you.ย
โYouโre so cute.โ He smiles, lending you another inch of his length before letting his hand fall from your hair. There, he grips your waist instead, letting a strained grunt fall from his own lips this time. Heโs really trying to remain collected about this, and heโs unsure himself why heโs enjoying the act of teasing you like this. He feels like heโs teasing himself more than you right now, seeing as how itโs taking everything in him not to stuff his cock into you hard and fast. โSoโso, fucking cute.โ
You clench around the few inches in you and it appears thatโs all he needed to break entirely. Is he controlling you, or are you controlling him?ย
Honestly, who gives a fuck?
You feel his arms shake when he plants them at either side of you, pointing his cock straight into you and sliding in fully. Thereโs a groan from him that you want to hear so badly, but your own heart beat is thumping in your ears so loudly that you miss half of it.ย
The stretch is delicious, and the fact that itโs Sunghoon doing this to you makes this all the more enjoyable. The man who youโve seen day after day, now holding himself up on the desk youโve signed papers on with and for him? All so he can angle his hips and shove his cock in? Just to let his arms frantically wrap around your waist? Just so he can scoot you forward on this desk, using your leaking slick to slide you back and forth in time with his hips?ย
That groan you wanted to hear? He hasnโt stopped. Heโs essentially, controlling the entire situation and when you half open your eyes to witness his face, youโre forced to roll your eyes back in a moan matching his.ย
Heโs fucking you so deeply right now that all you can do is moan, all you can do is forget the embarrassment, the victimization, the way heโs doing this to you despite the risk of reality crumbling. He could lose his job, you could lose yours, and yet stillโ heโs fucking you like he doesnโt care.
So, you choose not to care either in the form of grabbing his hair, forcing his head back, and attaching your lips right against his adams apple. You feel him swallow and breathe out a shocked sound, and then? You suck.
Intentionally, you suck, bite, and lick, harder and harder until thereโs a deep purple mark there. He doesnโt even fight it, though you feel him try to move his head just to keep you from going too insane with it. You donโt care though, because still you feel his cock splitting you open, forcing you to adjust to him.ย
โAh,โ Sunghoon lets out another breath with that familiar chuckle, โMarking me now?โย
You hum a confirmation as you move to a new spot on his neck, absolutely fucking marking him. Feeling devastated by the idea that heโd do this with any other employee. Or any other person in general.ย
โMaking me all yours, huh?โ He continues with his cocky words, feeling the way your pussy clenches him tightly, dripping all over his desk. Heโd let you make him yours, with or without the bruising from your mouth.ย
โMhm.โ You hum pleasantly, letting out little yelps each time he slams into you. Letting out full moans each time his arms wrap around your waist tighter.ย
You continue with the act, littering his pretty neck with your touch and loving how he just lets you. Knowing that heโll show up at work tomorrow looking a bit tired, but glowing nonetheless, trying to hide all these marks with that tight-necked collar he likes to wear.ย
โWhatever you want.โ He breathes, letting his hips lose rhythm for just a moment as he feels his muscles tighten. โFuck, youโre still so tight.โย
You feel like youโre on top of the world as he compliments you, to the point youโre not sure when youโll cum because your whole body has seemingly been feeling euphoria anyway. Everything feels good, even if his cock reaches deep enough to cause little jolts of pain. The sound of the desk scooting back through the force of his hips is enough to make you take it. Enough to squeeze your legs around him tighter, enough to clench, enough toโ forget what youโre doing and let yourself fall into it with him.
Your head falls back from his neck and you pant out little half-calls of his name with each thrust. Your legs loosen from around him too, but his grip on your waist only pushes you back on his desk. Until heโs leaning forward so hard with each thrust that suddenly your back meets the cold wood.
Sandwiched between him and his desk, he follows the action, his hands quickly moving from your waist to your tits, pushing them together just so he can nuzzle his face between them.
There, you look at him. You really look at him.ย
What a messy, messy, man. Always so pristine during working hours, now looking so wrecked and out of it as he chases a pleasure that you hope only you can give to him.ย
โMr. Parkโโ You sigh out in a pleasant voice, watching the way he sucks your tit into his mouth before his eyes open wide just so he can look up at you through each thrust. โHarder.โ
You can physically see the way his eyes darken when he pops off from your tit, hands now going back to the desk as he hovers over you and intentionally rolls his hips.ย
You feel his cock loosen you up painfully before he intentionally fucks into you. Dragging all the way out, just to push forward in a deep and painful thrust. Over and over again, all while heโs staring straight into your eyes.
As you look up at him, you see the intent in his face. The way he wants to give you exactly what you want. Sweat shining from his cheeks, his neck littered with pretty colors. Oh, heโs actually heavenly when he fucks.ย
Better than what you thought that guy on camera would have been. Heโs not nonchalant like he was when he was performing. Heโs entirely in tune with you and what you want. Like what you want is what he wants.ย
You can tell heโs paying no mind to his own face or expression, blatantly putting all of his thoughts into how heโs pleasuring you, his eyes searching your face to tell him heโs doing well. To tell him you feel good, to tell him youโre close orโ
โFuckโโ He sighs out, teeth tracing his bottom lip as he glances up, keeping pace with the way heโs been plunging into you. โI canโt keep looking at you,โ
You smile, feeling dazed and far away. It feels like itโs just you and him. Youโre not in his office, on a desk, or doing anything you shouldnโt be doing.ย
โYou hear me?โ He drops his body weight on you again, letting his hips move freely as he chases and chases. โIโm so close.โ
Oh.ย
โThen look at me.โ You huff out, now shooting a hand between his flexed abs and simplyโฆtouching your clit once.
ย โOhโshit.โย
It hits you so fast. Just a simple touch causes your pussy to clench Sunghoon so tightly that he mimics your sound.ย
โAh, fuck- fuck,โ His voice sounds frantic as he tries to pull out, only to feel your legs shoot back around him. This time, he lets you force him to stay. He lets those legs of yours push him back in, so deep that he knows he canโt fight. โNo, noโโ He chokes out, uncaring if his hips show you that heโs lying with his words. โIโm cummingโ I need toโโ
โStay!โ You shake beneath him but your voice sounds pleading, pressing once more to your clit before letting it go. You clench him again, essentially letting your body finish him off. Letting those clenches squeeze him so tightly, making sure he couldnโt fathom ever wasting his cum. โDonโt pull out.โ
He doesnโt. In fact, he presses impossibly deeper, trying to bury his cock into you to the point it even pains him. Arms shaking as he tries to hold himself up again, only to drop his lips to yours under his own weight. His hips are so tense between your legs, his cock is so stiff that you can feel each pumped release, and still youโre experiencing your own euphoria through it.ย
To the point your toes are curling and you barely notice the way you leave welts across his back from your fingernails through the intense orgasm. To the point his slack lips against yours feel more natural than anything else. Not kissing, just close. So close thatโ
He kisses you.ย
After itโs all said and done, he still kisses you breathlessly. Passionately almost, clinging to you as his cock twitches as it grows flaccid inside of you.
He doesnโt pull out, he justโฆkisses.
And as you lay against his wooden desk, body coming down from the pleasure youโve felt more than once within the past hour, all you can do is let your brain think on its own. Without shame, without embarrassment or anxiety.ย
You thought Sunghoon would have been in control the whole time. Teasing you, maybe even making this experience more painful than it needs to be. But no, heโฆ
Heโs soft. Gentle, almost.ย
Only now do you recognize that as badly as he probably wants to appear harsh, like the confident man he is on camera, you think he needs something else. Not just power, not just money or control. Not even just fucking.ย
You thinkโฆmaybe, Sunghoon needs connection.ย
Intimacy.ย
And thatโs proven when he does finally stand on his own buckled knees, pulling you up with him into a hug where he still kisses you. Up until he takes that shirt you unbuttoned and holds it between your legs, scratching the back of his neck with a shy glance at you.ย
โSorry for the mess.โ He echoes in a meek voice, holding that shirt firm against you. โGuess I just couldnโt help myself.โ
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Days later, you find yourself in his bed. Which should have been expected probably. Still doesnโt change the fact that every few hours, you remind yourself the reality of the situation.
Itโs not just any bed youโre in. Itโs Sunghoonโs bed.ย
โOh, right. The promotion.โ Sunghoon suddenly calls out mid-episode.ย
Youโve been here with him all day. To the point neither of you bother to put on clothes now because you know the spark will come back at any given time and youโll be all over each other again. Still, lazing in his bed with him on a Saturday afternoon is nice.ย
โIโve been a bit occupied butโ the interviews for the assistant position has been pushed back a bit due to you not coming to work.ย I was supposed to notify you when you got back, but you know, we had prioritiesโโย
Sunghoon sighs, embarrassed. Itโs nice actually, seeing him in his natural element. Allowing you to see him as more than just the guy that wears a suit and tie every day at work.ย
โUnrelated to usโฆdoing this, but, youโre up for the interview. Just need to schedule it with me. If you still want to be my assistant, I mean.โ
โOh, I can only imagine what that could entail.โ
Sunghoon seems offended by this remark as he pulls back with furrowed brows.
โExcuse me?โ
โDid you fuck the last one too?โ You give him a playful smile, prodding at his soft-skinned chest.
โAbsolutely not?!โย
โYouโre still gonna fuck me too though, right? Even if Iโm constantly having to nag you for signatures and meetings?โย
Sunghoon stares at you before smiling.ย
โWell, let's see if you get the job anyway. Rhonda from Marketing is applying too.โ
You lend a half-joke gag at him.ย
โIs it too forward to ask for special attention for the position along with a sexual favor?โ You tread the thin line. โIโm half joking but wouldnโt it be likeโฆnormal for us to be seen around each other at work if Iโm working a job that requires it?โ
Sunghoon thinks hard.
โYouโre really asking to fuck your way up the ladder?โ
โArenโt you the one who offered it so I wouldnโt tell your dirty little secret?โ You narrow your eyes at him. โBut no, Iโm asking for the job Iโve been trying to earn for ages. Besides, Iโd still fuck you anyway.โ
โFair.โ Sunghoon thinks harder still. โRhonda would probably find out too, if she were to get the position anyway, considering my assistants are often intertwined in my personal business as well.โ
โOh, Iโm personal business now?โ
โBabe, my hand has been on your tit for an hour now.โย
Well, heโs not wrong.
โRhonda is really close with HR tooโฆโ You trail off, feeling a bit anxious. โI think sheโd hold it over both of us if she found out.โย
โIn all fairness, youโve been considered for the job more than a few times the past few months. Rhonda only applied during your two week avoidance of me. The reason sheโs even up for the position is because my boss thinks youโre too flaky.โย
Oh, so you have a chance with or without putting his dick in your mouth again?
โWho else has applied?โ
โConfidential.โ Sunghoon shrugs. โI still have to follow company rules even if weโre breaking a few of them right now. What I can tell you is, over fifteen other candidates have already been phased out by me personally.โย
You pause.
โWhy?โ
โBad matches, mostly. Two of them have been caught talking shit about me through the company emails, and the others? Many outside applicants, all freshman college students with strict schedules.โ
โBeing my assistant is not an easy job, and even before all of this, youโve practically been doing the job already, better than the current assistant I have.โ
You damn fucking right you have.
โHow many are still in the running?โ
โTwo.โ
Oh, this job is soooooo yours.ย
โJust, one more thing.โ Sunghoon sighs. โIf you get this job, we cannot be fucking in my office. No sexual stuff at work. We can take lunch together, or Iโll bring you home after work, but absolutely nothing at work.โ
Oh, he thinks you want him that badly?ย
โWho says I need to fuck you during work hours anyway? I know how to control myself.โ
โItโs not you who Iโm worried about.โ Sunghoon looks away, biting the inside of his cheek.
โYeah?โ You smile. โYou gonna be calling me into your office just to torture yourself?โ
โOh, absolutely.โย
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DAY 16: remote control, high protocol, fire playย | wc:ย 1.6k
summary: watching your boyfriend struggle to mantain his composure, the worried looks and being the only one who knows. sunghoon, despite his quiet image, lived on the thrill and you loved that about him.
tags: idol au, suggestive, remote control, high protocol, fire play (kinda), vibrators (sh rec.), degradation, riding, orgasm control, dirty talking, petnames (baby, hoonie), smoking (both r and sh), public (sh wears a vibrator on stage)
a/n: this one was my favorite prompt out of al 31 of them!! this is also the first fic i started working on for kinktober haha. i hope you can like reading this as much as i liked writing it!!!
the music was good, echoing into your ears as your eyes stayed still on sunghoon, staring right into him waiting for his reaction. around there was a sea of screaming fangirls, singing along, laughing and having funโ they had no idea about you, who you were and the only reason why you were at the concert.
you and sunghoon have dated for almost a year now, and finally you were brave enough to try this, something you've been wanting to try ever since you got together. now, as sunghoon was dancing on stage you held one tiny, black remote in your hand. you didn't turn it on yet, waiting for the perfect moment. he looked nervous, his face was covered in sweat and he looked around, waiting for something to happen. every minute that passed was pure torture, his moves were unsteady, he seemed guarded, tense even. but you waited, enjoying the look of desperation on his face. you thought about fans online claiming he was sick today because he looked so different from the other concerts, blaming the company of overworking them, giving them not enough rest and leading them to exhaustion. then as he sang his line on the song you turned it on, low setting but it was still enough to make his voice crack as his eyes widened in shock. he shot you a knowing look, lips between his teeth. one of the members looked at him confused but said nothing, it wasnโt that big of a dealโ just a regular voice crack. for the rest of the time you kept changing the setting of his vibrator as you pleased, switching from the highest to the lowest setting without a second thought, altering moments of quietโ with the vibrator offโ to whole songs with it on full power.
you swore sunghoon has never looked this beautiful, the nervousness on his face as he looked around trying to keep his composure, his eyes darted from the crowd of screaming fans to the cameras and from the cameras to the fans, while avoiding as much as possible the curious and concerned glances of his friends and bandmates. you could imagine what they were thinking: why was he acting so strange today? He seemed fine during the soundcheckโฆ
by the time the concert was over, sunghoon was a squirming mess, his legs trembling no matter how hard he tried to keep it together. he was glad he was wearing baggy jeans, it made his problem less noticeable. his brain was so disconnected from his body he didn't notice the wetness on his underwear until he was in the bathroom, precum and cum stared at him from his grey boxers, an unmistakable sign that what happened was real. there was no hiding itโ he finally realized that was why you gave him that specific pair of underwear.
his hand instinctively reached his bulge, seeking release, forgetting about all of your rules. a notification from his phone made him stopโ as if you were able to sense it, you texted him: iโm in the black car at the back. before he could even think about it he snapped a picture of his wet underwear and sent it. he wasn't sure about what he was trying to obtain, maybe just some pity, compassion from you. something that he knew was impossible, you enjoyed his suffering too much, walking him gently, slowly to his breaking point, playing with him until he loses control over his body. you didn't reply to his message, you simply reacted with the laugh option. he sighed as he left the bathroom, ignored and denigrated in this way by his own girlfriend. he wondered why he liked it so much. even earlier on stage, in front of thousands of people, people who saw him as a role model, the embarrassment wasn't enough to fight the excitement he felt. he had discovered this twisted world with you, together you had stepped into it, you had discovered each other's most intimate aspects and your own too. bringing this secret world outside the bedroom, in front of an unknowing audience, gave sunghoon an euphoric rush of adrenaline that ran down his spine and spread throughout his whole body.
the car ride was long and silent, you didnโt even turn the radio on, didnโt greet himโ unless you considered laughing at the blush on his face a form of greeting. the silence made it worse. sunghoon had no way to distract himself, to occupy his mind and ignore his body. the vibrator, still deep inside him, was off. and he thanked the stars for it. he had no idea where you kept the remote, but not being able to see it was good news. he could have a little peace, a chance to let his body calm down. his mental state was unimportant; at that moment, he was hanging completely on your every word. and you knew it, you knew it very well. that's why you didn't speak, your eyes straight ahead, fixed on the road in front of you. the hotel wasn't too far from the stadium where the concert was held, but you nonetheless decided to take the longer route. you had always found car rides and driving relaxing. it was a nice way to start your night.
you stayed silent as you walked into your booked hotel room too. there wasnโt much to say, sunghoon already knew what to do and you both were tired. you took off your shoes, lit a cigarette, the bitter taste of smoke in your mouth and a new warm sensation in your chest that made you feel at home. you had chosen this hotel specifically because you could smoke in the room without any hassle, even though, unfortunately- or fortunately- you were separated from the other members. sunghoon, meanwhile, undressed, leaving only his underwear on. the wet patch of precum had spread across the tight fabric of his underwear, but you ignored it. he knelt in front of the bed, back straight, so perfectly composedโ though you expected nothing else from him. you handed him the cigarette you had in your mouth as you headed to the bathroom, you too couldn't wait to take off those clothes you had been wearing for so long , throw on something more comfortable. you took the remoter for sunghoon's toy with you, which you turned on as soon as you closed the door behind you. the boy's sudden, loud gasp was perfectly audible. you imagined his face contorting, surprised by the new and abrupt feeling. the vibrator was set to the lowest setting; you just wanted to tease him a little. he was already agitated, and you wondered how far he would go.
he was smoking the fag you gave him, the action seemed so unnatural when he was sitting up so straight, like a russain ballerina. you smiled, pat his head, fingers lingering almost a second too long on his soft black hair. you laid down in bed, phone in hand and remote control next to you on the mattress. you scrolled on your social media, answered texts while sunghoon, being the obedient boy he was, stayed still in his positionโ occasional whimpers and moans coming out of his lips as you frequently changed the setting of the vibrator, you could see the way his nails digged into his skin, that now was red and irritated. he was trying so hard not to cum. โbaby come here with me,โ your hand patting the spot beside you on the mattress. โget me a cigarette first.โ sunghoon complied with a vigorous nod.
he didn't lie down, even though he was on the bed, he sat on his heels and handed you the cigarette you had requested and a lighter. you lit it for him without looking at him, blowing smoke to the other side, before you gave your undivided attention to sunghoon. you stared at his bulge, still there, unmoved. โdamn, hoonie, you're so hard,โ you giggled, flame still on the lighter as you got it worryingly close to his crotch. โbet you want me to touch you, huh? just like a desperate slutโฆโ he nodded biting his lips, eyes closed. the flame was hot, so close to him that he was afraid his underwear might catch fire. he didn't realize he was holding his breath; it came out soft and shaky from his nose. โuse your words, hoonie.โ your condescending tone as he sighed, the flame ever closer, the heat of it ever stronger.
โyes, yes, baby please, please touch meโฆโ he whispered, eyes closed, he didn't notice you freed your hand from the cigarette to turn up the speed setting of the plastic toy inside him. he jumped in surprise, an erotic sound coming out of his body. you giggled at his reaction, putting the lighter away, taking a drag of the cigarette and blowing the smoke onto his face. โbabyโฆ i need to cum, please let me cum.โ
you listened, pleased by his plea. โiโll think about itโฆโ you swiftly removed your own wet pantiesโ sunghoon wasn't the only one affected by the whole situation, you too wanted him inside, but waiting only made it better once obtained. and sunghoon was so beautiful when he begged, when he was desperate. you told him to lie down, took off his underwear and positioned yourself on top of him without warning. you both moaned loudly. you lowered yourself slowly on his hard, big cock. he filled you up fully, making you feel complete. by know you were pretty sure you could recognize sunghoon from how his dick felt inside you alone, and get every time was like the first, you could never get used by it. you kissed him, biting his lips and reached for the remoter once again, hips starting to move slightly, rhythmically. โlet's see if you deserve to cum, mh?โ you said, turning the vibrator to the highest setting. his moans were only getting louder and you couldn't wait to hear more.
summary: your obsession with idol sunghoon park wasn't unknown. what your friends thought was a simple, innocent fan thing was hiding something darker. and one day you catch alone, outside the venue after a concert and finally your plan can come true.
tags: idol au, suggestive and dark content!!!!!, kidnapping, dub-con (sh is actually into this but like, he gets kidnapped so), masturbating (r), dry humping, multiple orgasms (just mentioned), restraints, voice kink/fetish, nipple play (sh rec.), dirty talking, petnames (baby, angel, hoonie), sh smokes, secret pervert!sh
a/n: day 2! this is one of the best tropes tbh, tho it was a bit creepy writing it, it took me days because it made me shiver with disgust... i don't know if i were able to show this through my writing tho. i liked the prompt, but maybe i need to get better at writing to fully give it justice.
there had always been something that stopped you from talking to people. getting new friends was a torture, every time you opened your mouth to talk you felt like a heavy brick in your throat blocking you from making any sound, as if someone was actively stopping you from talking, you felt two hands tightening around your neck as your eyes filled with humiliating tears. eventually you realized you were fine on your own, you learned to enjoy your own company, pretend to like spending afternoons alone solving puzzles, not saying a single word for hours, even days sometimes until you forgot the sound of your own voice. you stopped trying to communicate with other people unless it was strictly necessary, this lowered your other-way-perfect grades and you spent all the school years being picked on by bullies, the beautiful girls with no problems. you tried not to care, they werenโt like you, they couldnโt understand what was going on inside you, they were shallow and empty.
there was only one person who understood: idol park sunghoon. he was quiet, unappreciated like you.ย
your room was tempered with pictures of himโ cuts out from band posters and magazines, photocards, everythingโ you used the skill acquired from solving all those puzzles to understand where he was when he filmed tiktoks, you had a list of the places he liked to spend time in you visited religiously. you had a plan, a way to finally meet the boy that was made for you. it was sick, twistedโ you knew that very well, but it was also necessary, wasnโt it? his bands, his fans they werenโt like you, only you could finally give him what he needed. you guys were meant to be together and youโd make it happen in a way or another.
the lights were still on, your computer was playing on loop a video you found on youtube, a playlist of sunghoon fancams. your body was hot, you were barely looking at the screen anymore, arched back and eyes closed while the vibrator moved inside youโ it was a special vibrator, your favorite sunghoonโs photocard taped on it, itย made you feel closer to the idol. it was set at the highest setting, your hand guided it inside you, vibrating against all your sensitive spots. there was a huge wet spot on the bed under you, some of it was lube but mostly it was your own work, you already came three times, legs trembling and mouth gasping for air. you had no intention of stopping, not until you could physically sustain it. sunghoon was holding the vibrator, silently watching you as you moaned his name louder and louder each time. his other hand on his red hard cock, masturbating with a shit eating eating grin on his face. you wondered if he had ever been with a woman before. secretly, you hoped he hadn't, if he had to have sex with someone it had to be you. you came again on your pink toy with a loud moan and his name screamed. there was no shame, you knew everyone could hear you but you didnโt care. pleasure fogged up your brain, you werenโt able to think straight. in your mind only sunghoon and sex and sex with sunghoon.
your neighbor screamed, hitting the thin wall of his apartmentโ something about having to work in the morning, respect for other peopleโs sleep. you didnโt go along with the other people in the building, but you barely ever saw them so you really didnโt care. a sighed escaped your lips, getting up to turn the light off, you wouldโve changed the sheets in the morning.ย
you dreamed of him. of the moment you could finally meet him.
you were counting down the days before the concert, then the hours, and even the minutes before they would get on stage. you were standing right under the stage, first row, the closest you could get. they were six minutes late. you spent the night in the cold air of september to get the best view, every minute without them was a torture. you watched their sound check, of course, but it wasnโt enough. your heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. the sensation stayed even after they walked on stage and started singing, the nervousness in your body made it difficult to stay still. and yet you didnโt move at all. you didnโt dance, didnโt sing, barely even blink. standing still, unwavering the whole time, your eyes fixated on sunghoon and sunghoon alone. you wished all the screaming people around you would shut up, all the people jumping would stop. they were too distracting. you were trying to absorb the most of them, him, that you could and that required you to stay completely still, like a statue. you wanted to go home and remember the concert exactly, minute by minute being able to tell what happened and update you enhypen stan account, telling your thirteen followers all about the experience. you could brag about being so close to them you could basically see their pores.ย
a young girl tripped, falling on you, distracting you from your task. you didn't even give her time to apologize; you told her to pay more attention and to stand still if she couldn't dance without causing trouble. you heard her turn to her friend and say, โwhat a fucking bitch. she doesn't even know the songs, she shouldn't have come here.โ you ignored her. it wasnโt the first time someone called you a bitch. you never cared before and you definitely werenโt going to care now. your whole life has been about people judging and talking shit about you. you didnโt need the approval of a stupid girl to prove you were a fan of them, you knew that if you wanted you could sing all their discography by heart.ย
the concert ended too soon. three hours went by with the blink of an eye.ย
you stayed in the venue until they turned on the light. the vip ticket didnโt even offer a send off. with all the money you paid that should've been grantedโฆ your opportunity to see him was over forever now. you stayed inside, in your place that you fought so hard to obtain until they turned on the lights inside the venue, until men started cleaning up the floor from the confetti and spilled water and you were asked to leave.
sunghoon cleaned the sweat off his forehead with his t-shirt before tossing it away near his bag and putting on a clean one. the dressing room after live performances was always characterized by general fatigue and silence. he was as exhausted as he was happy, certain that his soul had long since left his body. screaming fangirls and that annoyingly loud voice in his in-ear for hours on end wasn't the world's best thing, even if he had chosen to lead this life and he was grateful for it, he could still complain. he took cigarettes and lighter out of his makeup bag and headed to the door that lead to the back of the venue, in some creepy dark hallway no one would ever be in at night.
โwhere are you going?โ jungwonโs voice echoed in the room as if it was a cave. he didnโt even give him the time to open the door. the younger man was sitting on the floor, with his back on one of the many bags they had with them, he had already changed into a more comfortable outfit and was scrolling on his phone.
sunghoon shrugged, showed him the items in his hand. โrelax, leader. no one will see,โ he said at jungwon silent but scary response. despite his cheerful face, sunghoon had learned that jungwon could be really scary when he wanted to, a pointed look from him was enough to send chills down your spine.
you didnโt realize how cold it actually was, but now as you were looking for your car you were shivering, teeth chattering from the cold and hands in your pockets. outside the stadium there was a big, black vanโ you assumed it was of the enhypenโs, who had been waiting for most of the fans to leave so they could return to the hotel in quiet comfort. your car wasnโt very distant, you arrived so early you were able to find a parking spot on the back of the building. you looked around nervously as you walked for no other reason than being so late at night, it made you nervous even if you were used to being alone. for instance, you noticed a tall man lighting a cigarette so close to your car. he was turning his back to you so you couldnโt see his face, even if probably with how dark it was you wouldnโt be able to distinguish his features even if he turned around. you picked up a big metal stick you found on the floor for safety. you walked as quietly as you could until you were close enough to recognize the man. you froze mid-step.
three seconds was all it took for you to recognize his hair, his big back and arms. it was sunghoon. park sunghoon, smoking a cigarette in front of your car. suddenly you felt a twinge in your heart, anger and betrayal, your emotions got the better of you. was he actually smoking? didn't he know how dangerous it was, how much his fans loved his voice? you couldn't allow it, and before you could think clearly, he was lying on the back seat of your small, old car, blood slowly trickling from a small wound on his foreheadโyou made sure he was still alive, turned his phone off and put it in your pocket before driving off.
when he woke up, dazed and confused, sunghoon couldnโt see anything. there was a bright, white light that made his eyes hurt, it took him a few minutes to get used to it. his head hurt, he tried to move his hand to rub his face. he panicked when he realized he was restrained, arms and legs tied to a chair in a painfully full room. he looked around, foolishly trying to see if he could recognize the place. he didnโt. instead, the worryingly number of pictures of himself taped all around the walls made his panic worsen. he was slowly starting to understand the situation. he tried to move his body, get the ropes around him to losen, but it seemed impossible. they were too tight, the knots were tied too well.
suddenly the door opened.
he stopped doing whatever he was doing right away, didn't even blink, wouldn't breathe unless it would lead to his death.ย
you payed him no mind, went straight to your desk, put a glass of water on it. sunghoon could tell that you were handling something, your attention completely caught up in what you had in your hands, but your back wouldn't let him see clearly. the longer it went on, the worse his anxiety got, becoming something he wasn't sure he could fully understand. all of a sudden, he felt a tightness in his pants.
you approached slowly, too slowly, he couldn't quite make out what you had in your hand, but it was a long, pointy object. he closed his eyes as soon as your fingers settled on his jaw. with your thumb, you forced his mouth open. sunghoon was ready for the worst. and thenโฆ mint?ย
suddenly his mouth was flooded with a simple minty flavor. you were brushing his teeth. he wanted to say something, but the foreign object in his mouth made it difficult to talk, and he was too confused to know what to say.ย
โcigarettes are bad for you, hoonie,โ you looked at him, pouting. your eyes big and watery. โyou need to take care of your pretty voice,โ you set the toothbrush aside and walked away to take the glass of water. โi like it so much, angel, cigarettes are gonna ruin it.โ you helped him drink, tilting his face and bringing the glass to his lips. you didn't care about the water that inevitably dripped down his chin and then his neck. in fact, when the glass was empty, you licked him. you licked that exact drop that tickled him as it ran down.ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย
he wanted to move. he was tall and strong, he was sure that with all the time he spent at the gym he was able to get himself free. he could at least say something. protest, tell you to back off. but as your hand started moving down his chest, his dick twitched, bulge fully visible through his gray sweatpants. his mind and body were at two extremes; he was divided. The rational part of him told him to rebel, to fight, but the animal part just wanted to keep feeling the sweet sensation of your hands moving on his body. he hated how compliant he was, he didnโt utter a single word, since he woke up, since you entered the room. he hated how he was behaving, like a fucking dog.
you sat on his lap and he looked at you wide eyed, shocked maybe, as you started rolling your hips on him. โdamn, angel.โ your hand went straight to his clothed cock. โyouโre so big and hardโฆโ he moaned, your gentle movements and tight grip on him made him lose his integrity. you bit your lips as you smiled. โdo it again, baby. i wanna hear your voice again.โย
your hips kept shifting, his body beneath you was like slime, perfectly adapting to your movements. sunghoon was hoping you would soon free him from the prison of his boxers. your moans were high pitched, he tried to keep his owns down, embarrassed by the whole situation.
you kissed him. it was rough, wet, violent, hungry. like a storm or a fire. it was messy, emotion had gotten the better of you. your panties under your skirt were completely soaked, you sought orgasm in a way you would never reach it. there was plenty of time for you. first, you had only one desire: to see sunghoon come, to see his face twist with pleasure, to hear his voice echo through the room.
โpleaseโฆ please take them off.โ he pointed to his pants with his flushed, desperate face. without his hands he couldn't touch himself, couldnโt help himself in any way.ย
you shook your head. no. it was too soon. โno, angel. you gotta do something for me first.โ your voice was broken by your heavy breathing, by the whimpers you let out. โi can do just, just this one thing to help you, baby.โ
your hips kept grinding against him, now and then changing direction or intensity. you lifted his shirt, just enough to slip your hand underneath. suddenly, his nipples were hooked between your fingers, twisting them. sunghoon let out a loud, raucous moan, almost a howl.
you just kept going, occasionally faster, occasionally more gently, until you felt his hips jerk forward. sunghoon squeezed his eyes shut and came with a muffled groan. but he wasn't satisfied at all, you could tell by the look on his face.
you giggled. โoh donโt worry angel, my stupid neighbor hasn't complained yet.โ you got off off his lap, finally taking off his wet and stained sweatpants and underwear. โwe have the whole night ahead,โ your hands reached for his flaccid penis. โso many more things to try togetherโฆโ
Hey, can you do niki (or Sunghoon) smut, in which the female dom fucks the male sub niki (or Sunghoon) giving them punishment for not obeying the female dom and making him cry. Like a really hard smut.
please please please!
pairing: sub!sunghoon x fem!reader
c. warnings: unprotected sex (nuh uh ladies), begging, spanking, cock slapping, overstimulation, dacryphillia, fingering (m receiving), subspace, aftercare
w. count: 1.9k+
a. note: i'm back!! sorry for disappearing hehe n sorry for how long overdue this was aughh i hope this reaches the anon who requested this. nyways, missed you all so much but i've been crazy busy :( hope you guys liked this, feedback is welcome <3 (p.s. i tried to make this like Hard dom but i fear i am js a big softie SIGHH)
"did you have fun being a slut, hmm?" the hard strike of your hand against sunghoon's ass cheek echos around the room, your stare stern as you talk to sunghoon.
"mommy, i wasn't being a slut!" sunghoon whines back at you, he's positioned over your lap, cute round cheeks facing up towards you.
"oh so you just flirt with other people for fun? that's what i've taught you to do?" you bark out back at him, slapping his bottom again, eliciting a whimper from sunghoon. a pretty shade of crimson blossoming on his pale skin from the contact.
your hand gently massages him slightly before another spank meets his ass. his tip continuously leaking out precum all over your lap.
"do you want those ladies to see you spread out like this too?" your hands spread his ass cheeks, as you lean down to spit on his hole which flutters at the sensation. your finger reaching down to prod at his hole slightly, smearing your spit all over his tight entrance.
"n-no only want mommy.." a small smirk makes it's way on your face, your free hand reaching to pull at his soft hair harshly, leaning his head to the side slightly so you can see his face, his red cheeks tear stained.
"mhm, that's right, sweetie. and who does your pretty little cock belong to?" you purr in his ear, the tone of your voice sickeningly sweet, almost condescending. your finger finally pushing into his tight entrance as you wait for his response.
sunghoon doesn't answer you, his brain going blank from the feeling of your finger streching him out slowly, your finger still gentle despite him being punished.
you release the hold on his hair abruptly, his head falling forward onto the mattress, as you give him another harsh spank for his lack of response.
"mommy! b-belongs to mommy!" sunghoon rushes out as more tears cascade down his cheeks, the pleasurable sting on his ass causing sunghoon to cry out loudly.
you nod down at him, the smirk on your face not faltering at the sounds sunghoon lets out. your free hand travels all across his body as the other continues to explore his hole. your thumb and pointer finger catch sunghoon's nipple between them as you pinch the nub, more beautiful sounds leaves sunghoon.
another finger made it's way into sunghoon's entrance, slowly easing into the tight warmth, his hole stretching to accommodate your long slender digits as they reach deeper to find his prostate. in less than a minute, sunghoon let out a small whine as his hips subconsciously push up against your fingers, evident that you have found his sweet spot. you smile down at the cute ministration, allowing him to do as he pleases, your fingers only merely massaging up against his prostate slightly to encourage sunghoon further.
sunghoon lets out another sweet whine at your now lack of movement, his glassy teary eyes look back up at you as he bats his lashes at you as one of his hands reach behind him to get hold of your wrist, attempting to get you to thrust your fingers into him once again.
โmommy, please?โ sunghoonโs sweet voice purrs out once again.
โgo on, fuck yourself on my fingers, slut.โ
a small complaining huff left sunghoon as his hand on your wrist remained, moving your hand back as his hips moved. the movement from his hips and your fingers prodding deeper into his hole, continuously stimulating his prostate. more tears spilt down his flushed cheeks as his pace increased, feeling the knot in his abdomen tightening. you take notice of his full cock hanging heavily between his legs, precum dribbling down onto your lap before your gentle fingers take hold of it.
โare you going to cum soon, baby?โ your sweet honeyed voice reached his ears, a spark contrast to your harsh tones earlier, edging him closer to his orgasm.
sunghoon responds with a soft, โyes, mommy.โ
your hand strokes his long member in pace with his fast thrusts, his sticky cum coating your fingers, making the slide even more pleasurable for him. your pointer finger toying with his slit, swiping away his precum only for more to drip down onto your lap.
with your hand working on his cock, alongside your fingers which continuously abused his prostate, sunghoonโs orgasm was approaching quickly. you noticed the tell tale signs, with sunghoonโs heavy breathing, his mouth hung open as he whimpered and whined, and how his cock twitched often.
โiโm going to cum!โ sunghoon rushed out to warn you.
you tutted at his words, โis that how you ask?โ
another drawn out whine came from sunghoon, โplease mommy, can i cum please?โ
a grin graced your features as you hear the evident desperation in his tone. โhm, sluts donโt get to cum,โ your hand sped up itโs motion on his aching member.
a pained cry left sunghoon as he held back the urge to release all over your hand. โno, no, please mommy! i canโt. i canโt-โ he cut himself off with a whimper. your smile widened as you saw big full tears cascade down sunghoonโs red cheeks as he tried his best to obey you.
โyes, you can.โ your tone gentle in comparison to your actions.
sunghoon quickly shook his head, โno! canโt, please mommy, please!โ
โhold it, slut.โ you told sunghoon, sternly.
sunghoonโs breathes in and catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he tries his best to be a good boy for you, not wanting to push you more. his hips slowing their movement as he tries his best to lessen his urge to cum.
just as he thought he had controlled himself, unexpectedly you thrust your hand into him, adding in another finger to hit right into his sweet spot again. his hole was feeling the fullness and a hearty moan was ripped right out of him and he lost the control he had just gained.
"no, no, no!" sunghoon cried out as he spurted out his cum all over your fingers that were working on his cock, your hand stroked him all through his orgasm.
you pulled out your fingers gently, watching as his hole fluttered slightly at the loss of being full before letting go of his now limp cock too.
immediately, sunghoon shakily turned around and properly planted himself on your lap, his arms reaching out for you. you quickly opened your arms to catch his embrace as he let out small cries, his head hiding in the crook of your neck, you quickly shush his cries gently as your hands ran over the expense of his back.
"i'm sorry, mommy! please punish me."
sunghoon was always a big crier in bed but this was unexpected, you pulled him away softly from where he was latched onto you tightly and immediately took notice of his slightly clouded gaze. oh, your poor boy was in subspace.
your fingers brushed the hair out of his face, "shh it's okay, baby, mommy isn't going to punish you."
he quickly shook his head at your response, "no! i want you to punish me, please? i was a bad boy, mommy."
you let out a sigh because, how could you say punish him now with how cute he was? with one last look at sunghoon to make sure he was sure of it, you guided him to lie down.
sunghoon's member, though sensitive from his previous orgasm, still red and erect, rested heavily against his abdomen, looking for attention once again at the thought of a punishment. a hard strike from your hand came in contact with his aching cock which bobbed at the impact, eliciting a moan from sunghoon.
"are you such a dumb fucking slut, huh? you can't control yourself," another slap to his member. your hand reached to fondle with his heavy balls. sunghoon's little whimper sent a wave of arousal straight down to your already wet core.
you quickly pull off your now soaked panties, sunghoon's eyes trained on your movements, pupils dilating as he takes in your wetness causing his dick to twitch.
"you're such a pathetic slut, i don't even know if you deserve mommy's pussy," at that, a whine was rushed out of sunghoon as he fumbled over his words, but he was too deep into subspace to form proper sentences.
"aww, mommy's dumb little slut can't speak either," you move to straddle sunghoon, taking hold of his erection you run it over your pussy, the head catching slightly into your hole before sliding it up back to toy with your clit, mixing both your juices together.
getting too impatient yourself, your tight pussy finally sinks down onto his cock. the prominent veins rubbing up against your sticky walls. you head falls back slightly, as you both let out moans as you start bouncing on him.
sunghoon was so big and filled up your tight hole so well, your hands balanced themselves perfectly on his toned chest as you quicken your pace.
sunghoon's head lolled back as your warm walls enveloped every inch of his member, his pretty eyes fluttering close every so often as all he could do was let out pitiful moans.
you reached for his hand, resting it on the prominent bulge on your stomach as you moved on him, the sight was driving him closer to his release, however, as he was still so lost in ecstasy he could only mumble out a small plea.
"cum whenever you want, slut," immediately after, you could feel his warm cum filling up every inch of your insides until it was spilling out of your pussy, riding him through his orgasm. however, your movements never halted.
sunghoon let out another cry as you continued to move on spent out member.
"m-mommy hurts," sunghoon whimpered.
"good."
your pace only sped up from there as he cried out to you, his hand reaching for yours to interlock with. your own release was fast approaching as sunghoon's tears only fueled it further.
your pussy clenched around sunghoon's cock tightly as you let out a moan, you finally reached your high, cum spilling out of you and coating his thick cock, unexpectedly a heavy gush of liquid spurted out of your hole too. both you and sunghoon were surprised when you squirted all over sunghoon.
how beautiful you looked and the way you squirted was too much for sunghoon, he came for a third time, your pussy milking him dry as he shot his seed deep into you. sunghoon cried out from the sensitivity of his cock, his hand reaching up for you to stop.
understanding what he needs, you pulled off of him gently. as you were getting up to reach for a towel beside your bed to clean him and the mess between your legs up, you could hear a small whimper from him.
"shh, it's okay, baby. i'll be right back,"
it wasn't often that sunghoon got into subspace but when he did it was the absolute cutest thing ever, but you had to be careful he didn't go through subdrop.
as you got the towel, you came back to the bed to see sunghoon's wide eyes searching for yours, waiting for you to come back. quickly, you cleaned the both of you up before getting into bed with him, sunghoon immediately cuddling up into you.
your hands stroked his sweaty hair back gently before placing a kiss on his forehead (and another on his lips, to his demand).
as his eyes drooped about to fall asleep, he whispered out, "i i love you, mommy."
pairing แฐ.แ idol! park sunghoon x 8th member reader
warnings แฐ.แ p in v, unprotected sex, dry humping, sub hoon, somnophilia (?), etc.
nattyโs notes แฐ.แ mdni, hate comments will be deleted.
sunghoon couldn't take it anymore. the dream he just hadโhot, vivid, and so undeniably realโleft him breathless, his body still reeling from the lingering sensations. the way your body felt beneath him in that dream, the way your lips parted as you moaned his nameโit was too much. he woke up hard, painfully so, his cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, aching for any kind of relief.
he swallowed thickly, his body running on impulse as he quietly pushed his sheets aside and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. the dorm was silent, the only sound being the faint hum of the air conditioning. he knew this was wrong, knew he shouldn't, but the need gnawed at him, overpowering any rational thought.
each step he took down the dimly lit hallway felt heavier, his pulse hammering in his ears. he reached your door, hesitating only for a second before carefully pushing it open, making sure not to make a sound. and there you wereโlaying on your bed, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.
your body was sprawled across the mattress, rising and falling with soft, steady breaths. the thin straps of your bra barely clung to your shoulders, the fabric hugging the curves of your chest in a way that made his throat go dry. those skimpy little shorts did nothing to hide the smooth skin of your thighs, and he caught himself staring, his fingers twitching at his sides.
anyone would say it was an inappropriate choice of clothing, especially considering you were the only woman in an all-boy band, but you didnโt seem to care. you never did. and fuck, that only made you even more irresistible to him.
his breath hitched as his eyes raked over your figure, his body reacting instantly. his cock throbbed against the confines of his sweatpants, straining as if it had a mind of its own. he bit his lip, exhaling shakily as his self-control started to slip through his fingers.
god, how was he supposed to hold himself back when you were right there, looking like a goddamn dream?
he moved towards the bed with slow, measured steps, his heart hammering in his chest as the dim glow of the moonlight cast a soft sheen over your sleeping form. his hands trembled slightly as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing them down his legs until they pooled silently at his feet. now, only his boxers remained, the thin fabric barely doing anything to conceal just how painfully hard he was.
his breath hitched as he crouched down beside the bed, his heated palms hovering over your exposed thighs before finally making contact. the contrast between his warmth and your cool skin sent a shiver up his spine, his fingers instinctively pressing into the soft flesh. he spread your legs just a little more, the motion deliberate yet cautious, as if he were afraid of waking youโthough the thrill of that possibility only made him throb even harder.
he carefully climbed over you, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he caged you beneath him. his face hovered mere inches from yours, close enough for him to feel the soft puffs of your breath against his lips. a quiet, needy whine escaped him before he could stop it, the sheer proximity making his restraint waver.
his hips moved on their own, grinding against your clothed cunt in a slow, desperate rut. even through the layers of fabric, the friction was electric, the heat pooling between you making his entire body tense. his cock twitched violently against the tight confines of his boxer briefs, a strangled groan caught in his throat as he bit down on his lip to muffle it.
fuck, it felt too good. the pressure, the warmth, the way his body fit so perfectly against yoursโit was intoxicating. he tried to stay still, tried to hold back, but the sensation was overwhelming. he wanted more. he wanted to feel every inch of you, to press himself against your bare skin, to make that dream he hadโso vivid, so fucking goodโa reality.
"fuckโฆ y/nโฆ" he whimpered, voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with so much desperation it sent a shiver down his spine. his hips moved faster, the friction between his aching cock and your clothed heat making his head spin. his breath came out in shaky, uneven pants, his body practically trembling above you.
his eyes were squeezed shut, brows knitted together in pure bliss, his parted lips releasing soft, needy gasps. heโd touched himself countless times to the thought of youโlate at night, hand wrapped tight around his cock, imagining the way youโd feel beneath him. but thisโฆ actually feeling the warmth of your cunt, even through the barrier of thin fabric, ignited something raw, something almost primal within him.
his fingers dug into your hips as he rolled his own against you, desperate for more. the sensation was unlike anything heโd ever felt beforeโhot, suffocating, overwhelming in the best way possible. his cock twitched uncontrollably in his boxers, every movement sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body, making him whimper with every drag of his hips.
beneath him, your body shifted, a quiet noise escaping your lips as you stirred from your sleep. your legs twitched, your hips shifting against his, and the unintentional movement sent another sharp wave of pleasure straight to his core. his breath hitched, his grinding growing sloppier, more erratic.
your eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep, only to be met with the sight of sunghoon hovering over youโhis flushed face twisted in pleasure, his body pressed so tightly against yours, his needy whines filling the silence of the room. even as your groggy mind tried to make sense of the situation, he didnโt stop. he couldnโt.
"y/nโฆ" he moaned again, voice wrecked with desperation, his hips rutting against you like he was already too far gone to stop.
your half-lidded eyes stayed locked on him, watching every little expression that flickered across his faceโhis furrowed brows, his parted lips, the way his breath came out in shallow, needy gasps. he looked completely lost in the pleasure, his body moving on pure instinct as he continued to grind himself against your clothed cunt, each roll of his hips more desperate than the last.
a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you reached up, your fingers trailing along his flushed skin before pulling him closer. your lips ghosted over his neck, barely brushing against the sensitive skin before you pressed soft, lingering kisses there. his body tensed instantly, a sharp gasp leaving his mouth, but you didnโt stop. you kissed, licked, and nibbled, letting your teeth scrape teasingly against his heated flesh, feeling the way his body shuddered beneath your touch.
"fuck, y/nโฆ" he choked out, voice breaking into a high-pitched whine. his hands clutched onto your waist, fingers digging into your skin like he was trying to ground himself, but it was useless. the moment your lips latched onto that sweet spot near his collarbone, he let out a shaky moan, his hips bucking against you with even more urgency.
"pleaseโฆ please give me moreโฆ" he whimpered, his voice drenched in desperation, in need. his moans were getting louder, more broken, and it only made you more eager to see just how far you could push him.
you hummed against his skin, pulling back just enough to glance at his wrecked expressionโhis pretty eyes glazed over, his lips trembling as he swallowed down another needy sound. you dragged your nails slowly down his back, feeling the way his muscles tensed under your touch, before leaning in close again.
"babyโฆ youโre so sensitive," you murmured, amusement laced in your tone. your words sent a visible shiver down his spine, a soft whimper slipping past his lips as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.
he was falling apart in your hands, completely at your mercy, and you werenโt about to stop now.
you couldnโt take it anymore. the way sunghoon kept grinding against you, his desperate, needy whimpers filling the air, had your pussy completely soaked, your arousal seeping through the thin fabric of your underwear. every rut of his hips, every twitch of his cock against your clothed heat sent another wave of need surging through your body, making it impossible to hold back any longer.
without a second thought, your hands moved with urgency, fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers and tugging them down in one swift motion. his cock sprang free, thick and leaking, twitching at the sudden exposure. he let out a sharp gasp, his breath hitching when the cool air met his flushed skin. without wasting any time, you slid your own shorts down, tossing them aside as you straddled his lap.
his eyes widened slightly as you pushed him back onto the bed, his body sinking into the mattress as he let out soft, breathless gasps. his flushed chest rose and fell rapidly, his muscles tensing beneath you. the anticipation in his gaze was unmistakable, his pupils blown wide with need as he watched you wrap your fingers around his cock.
"fuckโฆ" he whimpered, his head falling back against the pillows. his cock twitched violently in your grip, hot and throbbing in your palm as you stroked him slowly, teasingly. his whole body shuddered at the contact, his thighs tensing as he fought to keep his hips still.
"y/n, pleaseโฆ" he whined, his voice breaking, barely able to keep his eyes open. he was already falling apart, the way your hand worked over his length making him feel like he could lose it at any second.
you smirked, tightening your grip slightly as you pumped him with ease, watching the way his abs tensed with every stroke. "so fucking hard, huh?" you teased, your voice dripping with amusement.
he could only nod frantically, words completely failing him. his lips parted, his breath coming out in shallow, desperate pants as his fingers gripped the sheets beneath him.
"y/nโฆ y/n, pleaseโahhh!" he nearly screamed as you slammed yourself down onto his cock, fully sheathing him in one swift motion.
his body jolted beneath you, his back arching off the bed as a deep, guttural moan ripped from his throat. your walls clenched around him so perfectly, so tight and warm that it made his head spin. his hands flew to your waist, gripping onto you for dear life as he struggled to keep himself together.
"y/nโฆ pleaseโc-can i c-cum?" he whined, voice trembling as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his whole body shaking beneath you.
"already?" you taunted, a sly smirk playing on your lips as you kept your movements slow, torturously slow, rolling your hips over his cock in a way that had him trembling beneath you. your hands found their way to the back of his nape, fingers threading through his damp hair before tugging just hard enough to make him gasp.
"hold it," you ordered, your voice firm yet teasing, the authority in your tone making his cock twitch inside you. without another word, you picked up your pace, bouncing on him faster, harder, the lewd sound of your bodies meeting filling the room.
"s-shitโฆ y/nโฆ" he whimpered, his voice cracking as his grip on your waist tightened, fingertips pressing bruises into your skin. his head fell back against the pillow, jaw slack, eyes glassy with desperation. "uhโfuck, noโฆ pleaseโฆ" his words were slurred, broken by ragged moans as he fought to hold himself back, his body betraying him with every needy jerk of his hips.
your walls clenched around him without mercy, squeezing him so deliciously tight that he nearly sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure. he was drowning in the sensation, in the way your heat wrapped around him, in the way you took him so perfectlyโlike you were made to milk him dry.
the bedroom was filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, your slick coating his cock and making a mess between your thighs. mixed with that were the unrestrained whines and desperate moans spilling from sunghoonโs lips, his voice getting higher, more broken with every bounce of your hips. neither of you cared if the others in the dorm heardโhell, at this point, he was too far gone to even think about anything but you.
"fuck, y/nโpleaseโฆ i can't take itโฆ itโs too much!" he cried out, his body trembling violently beneath you, his cock pulsing inside your heat as he teetered on the edge of release. his fingers dug into your skin, his thighs quivering, his eyes rolling back as he let out a strangled sob of pure pleasure.
"is this what you wanted, baby?" you whispered, voice dripping with teasing sweetness, though even you were struggling to keep it steady. your eyes fluttered shut, your breath hitching as sunghoon drove himself deeper into you, filling you so perfectly it had your head spinning. every thrust was sharp, precise, and desperate, like he was chasing something he could never quite reach.
his whines were relentless, high-pitched and needy, mixing with the deep, broken moans that spilled from his parted lips. fuck, you loved itโthe way he sounded so utterly wrecked, the way his body trembled beneath you, the way he fell apart so easily just from being inside you.
but more than anything, you loved the way he looked right now. his pretty eyes were glassy, unfocused, filled with nothing but pure, unfiltered pleasure. his swollen lips quivered with every gasp, every plea, every broken moan that escaped him. and those tearsโhot, glistening streaks trailing down his flushed cheeks, slipping down his jaw as his expression twisted in overwhelming bliss.
you reached out, your thumb gently brushing over his damp cheek, catching a tear before pressing your lips to the spot. "you're so fucking good, baby," you praised, your voice a breathy moan against his skin.
his whole body shuddered beneath you at your words, his hands gripping onto your waist as if heโd fall apart completely without you holding him together. "y-y/nโฆ" he whimpered, his voice cracking, his hips stuttering as he tried to keep up with you.
he was goneโcompletely lost in you, drowning in the way you felt, the way you praised him, the way you took control and ruined him so perfectly.
"fuck, babyโฆ i'm closeโฆ" you moaned, your voice breathless and dripping with need as you rode him harder, faster, chasing that intoxicating high. every bounce of your hips had his cock slamming deep into you, the tip kissing that perfect spot over and over again, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. it was heavenโthe way he filled you up so completely, stretching you just right, making you feel so fucking good.
sunghoon was a mess beneath you, his body trembling, his grip on your waist tightening as his moans grew more desperate. "fuck! y/nโฆ please, pleaseโ" he whimpered, his voice breaking into a cry as his hands dug into your skin, his strength betraying him as he took control for just a moment.
his arms flexed as he lifted you effortlessly, only to slam you back down onto his cock, making you gasp at the sudden intensity. the new angle had him hitting even deeper, his cock dragging along your walls so perfectly it had your vision going white for a second.
he couldnโt take it anymore. the way your walls clenched around him, the way you felt so fucking tight, the way you kept moaning his nameโit was all too much. his body tensed beneath you, his back arching off the bed as his hips stuttered in frantic, erratic thrusts.
"ahhโy/n! fuckโ!" he cried out, his voice wrecked as he spilled into you, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you up completely. his whole body shook violently, his cock twitching inside you, buried deep as he rode out his orgasm.
the feeling of him throbbing inside you, of his warmth spreading, pushed you right over the edge. your body locked up, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat as pleasure crashed over you, blinding and all-consuming.
"fuckโsunghoon!" you moaned out as your release hit, your body trembling, your legs shaking as you squirted all over him, your slick drenching his lower stomach, his thighs, his still-hard cock.
he whimpered beneath you, overwhelmed, overstimulated, but completely and utterly addicted to the way you felt.
The only sound echoing in the shared apartment is the faint buzz of your phone on the kitchen counter and the soft, rhythmic panting filtering through the crack of Sunghoonโs door.
You were just getting water. Just water.
And yet here you are.
Frozen. In the hallway. Barefoot in his oversized shirt because laundry day got delayed, staring at the way his door is just barely ajar.
You shouldโve walked past. You shouldโve respected boundaries.
But the whimper that escapes from inside?
You blink. Slowly.
โFuckโoh my god,โ his voice stutters, low and raspy. โF-fuck, Y/Nโฆโ
Your name.
Your. Name.
You inhale sharply, but it doesnโt helpโyour thighs press together instinctively, and your fingers curl against the cold glass of the water you were holding like itโll ground you. But it wonโt. Not with the image now forming behind your eyelids. Sunghoon. One hand gripping his phone, the other likely between his legs. Probably leaking and messy and looking so desperate itโd be laughable if you werenโt imagining pressing your foot against his chest while he begged.
Itโs not the first time youโve suspected something. Heโs always too nervous around you. Always lingering in your laundry loads. Always stuttering when you wear those old shorts. Youโd catch him sneaking glances, acting like you were some goddess and he was just your awkward little servant.
But this? Hearing him moan your name while gooning out alone in his room?
You should walk away.
You donโt.
You push the door open instead.
His eyes snap up in a panic, his phone slipping from his hand mid-stroke. Heโs a wreckโ sweats pulled all the way down only wearing a shirt on , flushed skin glowing in the dim glow of his laptop screen. And of course, your Twitter page is open. One of your thirst traps playing on loop. Low volume, but not low enough to hide.
โY/Nโ!โ he gasps, scrambling, trying to cover himself but making it worse because heโs still so obviously hard, cock twitching as if it knows youโre watching.
You blink slowly, leaning against the frame. โYou forgot to lock your door.โ
His mouth opens. Nothing comes out. His face burns red. Heโs petrified.
โOr maybe you didnโt want to.โ You step forward. โMaybe you wanted me to see you like this. All fucked out over nothing. Over me.โ
Sunghoon lets out a helpless little sound, hand still halfway frozen between covering himself and not wanting to lose the contact.
โYou really are such a loser, Hoon,โ you coo. โJerking off to my videos? In our apartment?โ
He nods.
He fucking nods.
โI canโt help it,โ he rasps, barely audible. โYou always look soโfuck, I didnโt mean for you to hearโI justโI was gonna clean up, I swearโโ
You reach out and curl your fingers under his jaw, forcing him to look up.
โYou really want to come for me that bad?โ you whisper. โThen keep your hands off yourself. And let me watch you fall apart properly.โ
The way he whines at that, eyes fluttering, cock throbbing untouched?
Yeah.
Your loser gooner roommateโs never going to recover from this.
You havenโt even said another word before Sunghoonโs already halfway falling apart again.
Heโs still trembling โ half-naked, sitting pathetically at the edge of his bed like a dog caught misbehaving. Your phone is in his lap, your video still playing, but his eyes wonโt leave you now. Like you're the real thing. Like youโre his goddess incarnate.
You slide closer, push his laptop off the bed without a care, and straddle his thigh. You feel him tense โ his hands twitch like he wants to grab you, but heโs too scared to move.
โYouโre such a mess,โ you whisper, tilting his chin up. โWanna be useful for once, baby boy?โ
His throat bobs. โY-Yes. Anything.โ
โGood.โ You lean in, breath hot in his ear. โThen get on your knees.โ
He drops so fast you almost laugh. Not even a second of hesitation. Heโs already settling between your legs as you recline back on his bed, spreading them slowly, letting him see the wet patch soaking through your panties.
His eyes widen. Lips part.
โOh my god,โ he murmurs, more to himself than to you. โI made you wet?โ
โYouโve been making me wet,โ you admit, tugging his hair. โYouโre just too much of a clueless little loser to do anything about it. Always walking around with that hard-on, thinking I didnโt notice?โ
He whimpers. Literally whimpers.
But you donโt wait for him to get shy. You hook your thumbs under your panties and pull them to the side, baring yourself right in front of his face.
โGo ahead,โ you purr. โUse that mouth. Let me see if youโre good for more than just jerking off to my voice.โ
Sunghoon dives in like heโs been starved.
And god โ heโs so eager. All tongue, all sloppiness, mouthing at you with zero rhythm but so much heart. You almost laugh again when he moans into you like your pussy is the holy grail. And honestly? The way your hips twitch? Maybe it is.
โGod, youโre obsessed,โ you groan, grinding against his mouth. โDo you even know what youโre doing or are you just that fucking desperate?โ
But Sunghoon doesnโt stop. If anything, he gets worse โ hungrier, messier, hands grabbing at your thighs like youโll float away if he lets go. Heโs making the kind of sounds you should be making. Like heโs the one getting off from this.
He probably is.
When you glance down, heโs rutting his hips into the bed, fully hard again, untouched. You tangle your fingers in his hair and pull his head back, slick coating his lips, chin dripping, eyes glazed over.
โLook at you,โ you smirk. โFucking gone.โ
โI canโt stop,โ he pants. โYou taste soโfuck, please let me finish. I can make you cum, I swearโโ
โOh? You think you earned it?โ
He nods wildly, tongue flicking out as if he's hoping you'll drag him back in.
So you do.
And this time, he figures it out โ tongue flattening just right, sucking at your clit like heโs trying to memorize it. When you moan and grab the back of his head tighter, he whines into you, bucking against the bed like heโs close just from this.
โGodโSunghoonโdonโt stopโโ
He doesnโt. Canโt.
You cum on his face with a sharp gasp, legs trembling around his ears, and he just stays there โ moaning, still licking, worshipping like your pleasure is the only thing he exists for.
And when your hips twitch from overstimulation and you finally tug him off with a shaky breath, he looks up at you like heโs been reborn. Panting. Rock hard. Flushed and so stupidly in love with you it hurts.
โYou came, right?โ he says breathlessly. โWas Iโฆ Did I do good?โ
You pause, eyeing the mess between his legs, your slick still on his lips.
Then you smile.
โBetter than your hand, loser.โ
You havenโt even caught your breath yet.
Your thighs are still trembling, still sensitive, and Sunghoonโs face is still between them, lips swollen, chin soaked. His eyes are dazed and glassy โ drunk off your taste, off the sounds you made, off the fact that he was the one to pull those sounds out of you.
He looks like heโs floating.
You tug him up by the collar of his shirt โ the only thing heโs still wearing โ and he comes willingly, breath ragged, eyes wide.
You kiss him.
You shouldnโt. Itโs too much. It blurs the line between filthy andโฆ real.
But the moment your lips crash against his, itโs over. He melts into it, mouth moving sloppily against yours, tongue eager and messy and needy. He moans into your mouth like he forgot he just made you cum with his tongue.
You taste yourself on his lips. He doesnโt care. He kisses like heโs grateful. Like he never thought youโd let him this close.
โFuck,โ you whisper into the kiss. โYouโre so fucking gone.โ
Sunghoon nods frantically, lips brushing yours, voice breathy. โIโIโve neverโno oneโs ever tasted like you. No oneโs ever let meโโ
You shut him up with another kiss. He sighs into it.
Itโs filthy. Sloppy. Your spit is on his chin, his on your lips, your slick still drying on his cheeks and neck. His hands tremble as they rest on your hips like heโs afraid to grip too tight, like he still thinks this is a dream heโll wake up from.
And god โ the way he ruts up against your thigh, still hard, untouched โ itโs almost adorable.
โStill hard?โ you murmur against his mouth. โYouโre such a little gooner. All I did was let you taste me and youโre ready to blow again.โ
โCanโt help it,โ he groans. โI think about you all the time. Every day. You walk around in your towel and itโs over. IโI almost came in the laundry room once just smelling your shampoo.โ
You let out a soft, delighted laugh. โYouโre sick.โ
He nods like itโs a compliment. โOnly for you.โ
And maybe it is.
You push him back onto the bed with a firm hand, and he falls flat on his back with a breathless โoofโโand his cock jumps at the sound.
โStay,โ you command.
Sunghoon obeys immediately, hands by his sides, chest rising and falling with every labored breath. You climb over him, hovering above his twitching cock โ flushed, leaking, desperate for any kind of friction.
โBeen saving this for me?โ you ask, dragging a finger down his stomach, nails grazing lightly. โBet you couldโve cum from just eating me out if I let you.โ
He whines. โI almost did. I didnโt evenโfuck, please. Please ride me.โ
You cock your head. โThat what you want, baby?โ
โYesโyesโI need it, I need you so badโโ
You pull off your shirt in one smooth motion and the sound he makes is feral. Heโs practically vibrating beneath you. Like his skinโs too tight for his body.
You sink down slowly onto his cock, watching his face contort โ brows scrunching, mouth dropping open, the sweetest, most broken moan spilling out of him. His hands fly to your waist but hesitate again, unsure.
โTouch me,โ you breathe. โHold me while I fuck you.โ
And he does. Oh, he does. His grip is reverent, tight like heโs holding the sun in his lap and doesnโt want it to burn him. You start to move โ slow, teasing, letting him feel every inch of you with every roll of your hips.
Sunghoon is loud. Whining your name. Gasping like heโs overwhelmed.
โYou fit so good,โ he groans, hips bucking without meaning to. โTighter than I imaginedโfuckโIโm sorryโโ
โYou imagined this?โ
โEvery night,โ he confesses through a breathless moan. โAfter you shower, when you say goodnight in those shorts. I fuck my hand so hard thinking about your pussy wrapped around meโfuckโI even used your towel onceโโ
You laugh, wicked and warm. โYou really are disgusting.โ
โI know,โ he whimpers. โIโm sorryโIโm so fucking obsessed with youโโ
You ride him harder.
His back arches, head pressed into the mattress, and he makes this pitiful, high-pitched noise as your pace increases โ your slick dripping down to his thighs, his hands clawing at your skin.
โGonna cum,โ he sobs. โI-I canโtโIโm gonna cum so fast, Iโm sorryโplease donโt stopโโ
โDonโt,โ you growl, gripping his face. โYouโll cum when I say.โ
โY-Yesโyes, pleaseโjust tell me whenโโ
He looks ruined. Pretty and red and trembling beneath you. Itโs not just sex โ itโs worship. He looks at you like youโre everything heโs ever wanted. Like he canโt believe this is real.
You lean in, kissing him again โ messy and uncoordinated, teeth clashing, his whimpers swallowed by your lips.
โI want you to cum inside me, loser,โ you whisper darkly into his mouth. โWanna feel how full you can make me. Think you can do that for me?โ
He sobs โ actually sobs โ and then cries out, โYes, yes, please, pleaseโfuckโIโm cummingโ!โ
And he does. Hard.
It hits him like a freight train โ his entire body jolting as he empties into you, gasping your name, pulling you close like youโre air. He holds you like heโll fall apart if he doesnโt.
You fuck him through it. Ride it out until heโs twitching and oversensitive, until heโs begging through whimpers, tears in his eyes.
โI canโtโI canโtโitโs too muchโโ
You finally slow, leaning down to kiss his damp cheek, his jaw, whispering softly.
โYou did so good for me, Hoonie,โ you murmur, brushing sweaty strands from his forehead. โMy good little gooner.โ
He smiles weakly, eyes fluttering.
And then?
He passes out. Fully wrecked. Totally blissed out. Still twitching inside you.
The sun is barely up.
Your thighs ache in the best way. Your neck is marked, your core is still dripping from what happened last night โ and Sunghoon?
Sunghoon is snoring quietly. Dead to the world. One arm thrown lazily over your waist, face pressed against your chest like youโre a body pillow he clung to in his dreams.
You should feel awkward. Or guilty. Or something.
Instead, you just watch him.
Thereโs a little bit of drool dried at the corner of his mouth. His hair is a mess, and he smells like you โ your sweat, your slick, your shampoo.
You slowly shift, brushing your thigh between his legs.
He twitches.
Hard.
Still hard.
You grin.
Sunghoon stirs, nose nuzzling your skin, a low groan escaping his lips before his eyes crack open. He blinks blearily at your chest, and thenโslowlyโrealizes youโre still here. Naked. In his bed. Tangled with him.
And his morning wood is pressed right against your thigh.
โMorning, baby,โ you whisper sweetly, brushing hair from his eyes.
He flushes deep red. โOh my god. I didnโt dream that, did I?โ
โNope.โ You kiss his nose. โYou came so hard you passed out. It was adorable.โ
He groans, burying his face in your neck. โKill me.โ
You laugh softly, running your nails down his back. โWhy would I kill my favorite toy?โ
Sunghoonโs whole body shudders at that. You feel his cock jump.
โYouโre evil,โ he whispers.
โAnd you love it,โ you counter.
He doesnโt deny it.
You roll slightly, nudging your hips just enough to feel him twitch again.
Sunghoon swallows, cheeks flushed, eyes flicking to your lips. โIf you keep doing that, Iโm gonna embarrass myself.โ
โYou already did. Last night. Multiple times.โ
He groans again, hiding under the blanket like itโll erase the memory of his whining and sobbing into your mouth while you rode him senseless.
โโฆI liked it,โ he says after a beat. Voice soft. โAll of it. Even when you called me a pathetic little gooner.โ
You smirk. โBecause you are.โ
He blinks. Hesitates. Then โ with the shakiest burst of confidence โ rolls over you, pinning your wrists. It would be hotโฆ if he didnโt immediately look panicked like heโs not sure if he has permission.
โโฆSunghoon.โ
โYeah?โ he whispers, already nervous.
โYou think youโre gonna take control now?โ
He bites his lip. โI just thoughtโmaybeโI could try?โ
You look at his arms trembling, his cock twitching against your thigh like heโs overwhelmed just from being on top. Heโs so pretty. So eager. So doomed.
You pull one hand free easily and cup the back of his neck, dragging him down into a kiss.
Itโs slow, hot โ tongue and teeth, his hips jerking without rhythm. And then you roll your hips up just once โ grinding your slick against his length โ and he whimpers right into your mouth.
Thatโs all it takes.
He collapses back into submission, lips trailing down to your jaw as you whisper, โYou really thought Iโd let you flip this on me?โ
โIโI justโฆโ He sighs. โI wanted to make you feel good.โ
โYou did,โ you hum, wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding up against him again. โBut you do that better when youโre whining under me.โ
Sunghoon lets out a helpless sound as you push him back, reversing your positions again until youโre on top. His eyes flutter, chest rising fast.
โRound two?โ you murmur, guiding him to your entrance.
He nods so fast itโs almost dizzying. โYes. Please. Ride me again. Iโll be goodโbetterโIโll last this time, I swearโโ
You sink down on him in one smooth motion, and his sentence dissolves into a cry.
โFuckโ! Iโm gonnaโ!โ
You put a hand over his mouth.
โDonโt even think about cumming until I say so, loser.โ
His eyes roll back.
Youโre not letting him out of that bed until the sunโs fully up.
You sink onto him in one smooth, claiming motion โ his cock stretching you again, thick and warm, filling you so perfectly you canโt help the soft gasp that escapes your lips.
Underneath you, Sunghoon looks like heโs about to cry.
His fingers dig into the sheets, arms trembling as he fights the urge to buck into you, to chase that pleasure like the pathetic little addict he is. His mouth falls open โ no words, no sounds, just wide eyes and flushed cheeks and one trembling breath after another.
Youโre not even moving yet.
โStill sensitive?โ you whisper, dragging your nails up his stomach.
โY-Yeah,โ he pants. โToo muchโyou're too warm, IโIโm gonnaโโ
You press your palm to his chest, steadying him. โNo, youโre not.โ
He nods quickly โ like a good boy โ biting down on his lip hard enough to leave a mark.
You grind down, slow and deep, circling your hips just once.
Sunghoon sobs.
โFucking hellโโ he gasps. โWhy does it feel better this timeโ?โ
You lean in, your chest brushing his, lips at his ear. โBecause youโre pussy drunk , baby.โ
He whimpers.
โBecause your loser brain is short-circuiting. Canโt even think straight. Just lying here like a pretty little toy for me to fuck.โ
His hands fly to your hips, but you grab both wrists and pin them down.
โI didnโt say you could touch me.โ
โI-Iโm sorryโ!โ
You roll your hips again, slow and deliberate, your pussy gripping him tight โ dragging over every sensitive nerve inside him. His head throws back against the pillow, a choked moan tumbling out, and his toes curl against the sheets.
โYou said youโd last,โ you purr. โSo show me, Hoonie.โ
You begin to ride him โ slow at first, deep, every bounce designed to drive him insane. Heโs shaking. Trying to stay quiet. Trying so hard to obey you even though heโs unraveling.
Your hands press to his chest, and you can feel how hard his heart is racing.
โYou canโt handle this, can you?โ you ask sweetly. โThis pussyโs too good for your pathetic little brain.โ
His whole body shudders.
โI c-can!โ he moans. โI swear, IโI can take itโplease, just donโt stopโpleaseโโ
You ride him harder.
The sound of skin against skin fills the room โ slick and obscene and perfect โ and Sunghoon starts making those noises again. Those pretty, broken, breathless moans like heโs being ruined all over again. His body jerks every time you sink down on him, thighs trembling, abs flexing.
โFuckโfuckโoh my godโโ
โSay it,โ you growl, bouncing faster now, grinding your clit against his base with every thrust. โSay youโre my fucktoy.โ
โIโmโ!โ His voice breaks. โIโm your fucktoyโIโm yoursโplease use me, I wanna make you cum again, Iโll do anythingโโ
You slam down hard โ all the way โ and stay there, grinding in tight circles.
And thatโs when he starts to cry.
Just a tear or two at first โ overwhelmed, overstimulated, emotionally wrecked โ and itโs beautiful. Heโs flushed and glassy-eyed, his lip trembling, looking up at you like youโre everything.
โCanโtโcanโt hold itโโ
โYes, you can.โ
โIโI canโtโIโm gonnaโโ
You slap his cheek โ gentle, firm โ just once.
His eyes roll back, and he screams as he cums inside you again, loud and messy and raw, his whole body arching up off the bed as he spills everything into you.
Hot.
Heavy.
Way too much.
You ride him through it โ overstimulating him, holding him down as he thrashes, twitching under you, gasping your name like a prayer and a curse.
His legs kick weakly, his hips jerking, a sob caught in his throat.
When he finally goes limp โ sweaty, flushed, trembling โ you slow your movements, grinding slowly just to ride out your own wave.
Your orgasm hits a second later.
Silently, this time. Deep, intense. Your walls fluttering around him, milking every last drop out of his twitching, oversensitive cock.
You collapse onto his chest, panting, skin hot, sweat clinging.
Sunghoon is wrecked.
Tears streaking his temples. Lips parted. Eyes barely open.
He looks so ruined, so small beneath you โ but so happy.
You brush his hair back and kiss his damp forehead. โStill with me, baby?โ
He swallows thickly. Nods.
โI canโt feel my legs,โ he whispers.
You smile.
โYou did good.โ
He smiles too โ soft, dreamy.
Then mumbles, โI think you broke my brain.โ
You laugh softly, shifting just enough to tuck yourself against him without pulling off yet. โGood. You wonโt need it anymore.โ
And like the good, sweet, dumb little loser he is, Sunghoon falls asleep with you still wrapped around him โ twitching every few minutes from overstimulation and murmuring your name like itโs carved into him.
When you wake again, the room smells like sex and sweat and still-Sunghoon.
Your legs ache, your bodyโs sore in all the right places โ and wrong ones โ and your head is still spinning from the blur of moans and messy kisses and the way he cried when you came again on his cock.
But now itโs morning.
And everything isโฆ still.
Youโre tucked into his side, but the space around you is cold โ his body heat only lingering on the sheets. For a second, panic flickers in your chest. Did he leave? Did he freak out?
Thenโ
Soft footsteps.
The bathroom door creaks open.
He stands there in only a towel, hair still dripping, cheeks flushed.
โI started the shower,โ he says, voice gentle. โItโs warm now. Thought youโd want one.โ
You stare at him for a beat too long, brain catching up.
โโฆYouโre being weird.โ
He gives a soft laugh. โI know. Justโcome on. Let me take care of you.โ
You slide off the bed, muscles stiff, but his arms are there โ immediately โ wrapping around you like youโre precious. No teasing, no filthy comments. Just warmth.
Just him.
The showerโs fogging up the mirror. He helps you in first, hands on your waist, steadying you when you wince at the water hitting your sore thighs. Then he steps in behind you and pulls the curtain closed.
Silence.
Steam.
You wait for him to say something pervy.
But instead?
He pumps the body wash into his hand and starts lathering it down your back โ gentle, focused. Massaging sore muscles, kissing your shoulder softly as he works.
You blink. โOkay. Who are you and what did you do with loser Hoon?โ
He grins โ shy. Still Hoon. โHeโs still here. Heโs justโฆ being serious for once.โ
โโฆYou sure about that?โ
He turns you around โ softly โ cupping your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks. His eyes hold yours, and they donโt wander. Not to your chest. Not between your thighs.
Justโฆ you.
โYou didnโt have to be gentle with me last night,โ he murmurs. โI wanted to be used. I meant it. Butโฆโ
His voice wavers just a little.
โโฆthatโs not all I want from you.โ
You blink. Heart thudding louder than the water falling between you.
โI know Iโve been a fucking mess,โ he says, laughing at himself softly. โA gooner. A loser. Whimpering over you like a dog in heat. But I swear, thatโs not the only me.โ
He takes a shaky breath.
โAnd I know youโve been in control. I loved that. I love how you take me apart. But I still want to be someone you can lean on, too. Someone who remembers to heat the shower before you step in. Who learns how to actually last more than two minutes just so I can take you apart. Not just your body, butโฆโ
His thumb brushes under your eye.
โโฆyour heart.โ
You stare at him, stunned speechless for once.
He takes the chance to finish washing you โ gentle hands gliding over your skin, washing between your legs with care and reverence, kissing your knuckles when he reaches for the shampoo. And when the water runs clear and warm again, he finally speaks once more:
โI donโt wanna be your toy forever,โ he whispers. โI wanna be your person.โ
You blink, breath caught.
โWhat are we?โ he asks, voice raw. โBecause Iโve never felt like this before. Not with anyone. Not even close. I donโt want this to just be some hookup that fades when we get awkward or bored. I want more.โ
You donโt speak yet. You canโt.
But he keeps going.
โCan Iโฆ court you properly?โ he asks, voice almost shaking. โOld school. Dumb, maybe. But likeโreal dates. Home-cooked dinners. Learning your favorite coffee order. Earning it.โ
โSunghoonโฆโ
โIf you donโt feel the same, itโs okay. You can still use me. Iโll still be here. But if thereโs a part of you that wants more, tooโฆโ
You step forward.
And kiss him.
Soft, steady, meaningful.
His arms wrap around you instantly, pulling you close like he was holding back until now.
And when you finally part, forehead resting against his, you whisper:
โThen earn it, Park Sunghoon.โ
He lets out a breathy laugh, eyes squeezing shut in relief.
[ you thought being a famous model meant you could do whatever you wanted . . . until your new bodyguard park sunghoon decided to be the one to finally tame you !]
WRITING ๐ PWP , MINOR DNI , switch hoon , miscommunication , p in v , no protection (dont b silly wrap ur willy!!) , masturbation (f) , oral (f) , foot humping... (hoon..) , knee humping (if u squint) , outdoor sex , LOTS OF JEALOUSY!!!!! , petname : doll , princess , baby , good girl , good doll , good boy , make up sex , hoon lowk turned into a pup by the end , riding , cumming inside , squirting , slight angst , sunghoon turns VERY submissive , hickeys , brusing , sorry heeseung </3 ๐ต
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as the final flash of the camera went off, you let out a heavy sigh. you'd spent the last eight hours on the streets of mong kok in different fabrics of silk and under the red and green lights. and finally, your photoshoot was done.
you shrugged off the last piece of your outfit, the fur boa, and pulled up your usual clubbing attire, a black leather top, and matching skin-tight shorts. your sense of freedom.
which was about 30 seconds.
your bodyguard, park sunghoon, practically teleported from wherever the fuck he was. he was silent the whole day, from the moment you guys arrived on set, to lunch, where he let out low hums as he served you the shumai, untill now, as he stepped into the fading red light, the black suit practically the only shade you could see.
"car's ready to take you back to your apartment," he stated, no 'that was amazing!' or any 'good job out there', it was just a command.
"what? i'm not going home," you said rather angrily, brushing past him towards the makeup station to (aggressively) remove the remnants of your mascara. as you wiped the liquid away, you caught his reflection in the mirror. he hadn't moved a single bit.
"you have a 6am call time for the coastal shoot."
"and i'll be there," you sighed, swivelling around on the stool to face him. "butโฆ first, i'm going to go to chaconne. they're having a likeโฆ private event thing for the post shoot."
"that's a three-hour commitment. minimum. and with traffic, that lands you going back at 2am. miss l/n, you need that resting period," he had stated, like he was reading medical documents.
"i dont need that resting period, i need a drink," you argued, flicking the wet wipe into the bin, "i need to be around people who aren't paid to stand around and look menacing," you whined, watching him through squinted eyes.
the expression on his face didn't change; it stayed stoic. however, something in the air did. it tightened.
he studied your face for a while, the way you tilted your chin upwards, the pout hidden in your lips, the outfit leaving little to the imagination. you saw his gaze do that slow sweep he rarely did, from your eyes, to your well-sat chest, to your thighs, and back to your eyes.
he wasnt just looking, he was taking notes. memorising. and it made your skin crawl.
"fine," he said with a graze of his teeth, the word quiet you almost couldn't catch it.
you blinked, a small smile filling your lips. "fine?"
"go." he gestured with his head towards the door, "go to the club."
your mind raced at his words, but the suspicion crept in slowly. "just like thatโ? you'll really let me go?"
"you're not a prisoner, y/n. you're my client." he sighed, shaking his head as he pulled out his phone from his inner pocket. "my job is to make sure you're safe, not your schedule." his eyes peered at you for a second, scanning over your body once again before looking back down at his phone. "i'll inform the drive of the change."
you didnt know how or why, but the win didn't feel like something victorious, it felt like a dangerous game.
โ
as soon as you set foot into chaconne, you were immediately swallowed by the familiar faces, and the smell of baileys hit your nose. for the first hour, you practically blended in. you danced, you laughed, you let the bass of the music block sunghoon's silence entirely.
but, you never forgot he was there.
amidst the grinding bodies, he was practically a statue. he was propped against the bar, a bottle of water in his hand, his eyes tracking you through the crowd. not with any type of jealousy, but it was predatory. everytime you'd glance over at him, he'd already be watching. waiting for any type of signal from you that it was time to leave.
as the second hour started, the mood in the air soured. his gaze became heavier, a weight pressing down the back of your neck. your laughter started to feel forced, every smile feeling forced and awkward under his harsh gaze.
you tried to push the heavy feeling away, to drown it in the noise of shouting and singing. to your fortune, an opportuinity presented itself almost immediately, a fashion designer you vaguely recognised from one of your runways slid into the space beside you, his smile sly yet practised.
"hey," he murmured, leaning in a bit too close, his hot breath fanning your ear. "what's someone as beautiful as you doing here all alone? mannequins should never leave the store."
you internally grimaced at the shit pick up line, forcing out a sheepish laugh as you tilted your head. "maybe this mannequin is looking for a new owner." your face scrunched at your own words.
his eyes shone under the light. "is that so? well, i have an exclusive collection for you. private try-ons only." his hand settled against the small part of your back, a hot touch that you both welcomed, but resented. it was a distraction, something to take your mind off of sunghoon. "i've heard that your shoot today wasโฆ brutal. let me buy you a drink, a real one, yeah? something to soothe the nerves."
you were about to reply, to lean into the empty flirtation, when the atmosphere around you had frozen. it felt heavy, the tension strong enough that you could shatter it with a hammer. from the corner of your eye, you had seen sunghoon straighten from his lean at the bar. he didn't move, but his stillness became moreโฆ aggressive. his gaze was fixated on the man's hand on your back. as you looked back up you could see the change in his expression. his eyebrow slightly furrowed, the way he bit the inside of his cheek, the way his jaw twitched slightly.
and the designer must've felt it too. his face faltered at the feeling. "you, uhmโฆ you came here with someone..?" he asked, voice losing the smooth edge feeling.
before you could even answer, the man's hand twitched and lifted from your back as if the leather had scorched him. he took a full step back, eyes darting past your shoulder with a sudden wariness and fear. "rightโ okay, maybe another time," he mumbled, already drifting back into the large sea of bodies.
you stood there, his touch now a ghost around your back. your face had heated up with a slight embarrassment as you looked at sunghoon once again. he hadn't lifted a finger, nor said a word. he'd existed, and that was enough to clear the area around you. the message was undeniably clear: enough.
your mind raced in fury and a hint of alchol. he wasn't trying to protect you, he was trying to restrict you.
and you decided to make it impossible for him, with a stomp of the foot you had pushed deep into the crowd of dancing bodies, deliberatley breaking his line of sight. and for five minutes, you were free. you had let the music take you away, throwing your head back, arms in the air, probably grinding on someones dick.
without a warning, an arm had snaked around your waist, locking you in place.
you yelped, but the sound of the music was too loud for anyone to hear it. before you could even process it, the world was upside down. the floor had vanished, replaced by the dizzy view of people's moving backs and flashing lights. the air had left your lungs, leaving you winded.
he had slung you over his shoulder like a sack of flour, a hand braced across the back of your thighs as he had owned you.
"what the hell are you doing!?" you shrieked, pounding your fists against the solid muscle of his lower back, to him it felt like you weren't doing anything. "put me down! sunghoon!"
he didnt answer, he had just began to move through the crowd with a dominance that made people stumble out of the in fear. the heat of his body seared through the leather top, his shoulder was pressed uncomfortably against your stomach.
you were mortified, livid, and painfully aware of the sheer power in the way he moved, effortlessly carrying you as if you weighed nothing. "you said fine!" you yelled, voice muffled by the music and his suit jacket, which smelled annoyingly like whiskey and axe bodyspray.
"your 'fine' is over," his voice was a low, rumble that you felt through his chest rather than heard. "i've told you, the 6am call time isn't negotiable. this is." he pushed through the fire exit of the building, the music replaced by a sudden silence and the cool air of the alley making you shiver.
he didnt put you down, he carried you all the way towards the black suv, opening the door with his free hand, his arm around your thighs, tightening as if he wanted to hold himself back, and practically threw (sat you down with aggression) you onto the cold leather seat.
he braced a hand on the doorframe, leaning in, his entire body blocking any chance of escaping. his hair was slightly dishevelled and sticking to his forehead from the crowd, his breathing still perfectly even. in the midst of it all, you could see his eyes from the car's subtle light. they were dark, filled with something wild.
"the next time," he said, voice hoarse, the threat dancing over your skin giving you goosebumps, "you decide to test me, consider how it'll end up. i can do this all night, darling, but, can you?"
he closed the door, not letting you answer his words; the darkness surrounded you in an instant. your heart hammered against your chest in humiliation and a hidden thrill. he'd manhandled you, and he won. you could feel the ghost of his shoulder and the imprint of his arm around the back of your thighs still burning. you wanted to tell yourself it meant nothing, you tried to, but you could feel your stomach coil just by thinking about it.
sunghoon sat in the opposite seat, taking deep breaths as he tried to cool his mind. his hand straightened his suit jacket, smoothing a hand over his dishevelled hair. he was looking out the window at the blurred lights of the city, his profile sharp, as if he hadn't tossed you over his shoulder infront of the cities elite's, as if your body wasnt still hot and heavy.
"you touched me," you said, voice trembling, not from fear, but with a rage that was dangerously close to something else you didn't want to admit.
he didn't turn, eyes glued to the outside. "i needed to remove you from the dangerous situation."
"dangerous?" a bitter laugh left your throat. "it was the fucking dance floor."
he let out a heavy sigh before finally shifting his head, streetlights fractured in his dark eyes. "you were three minute's from being followed into the bathroom by a man whose name you didn't even know, y/n." he scoffed, crossing his arms. "i bet you didn't even know his friends were recording from the bar. i'm pretty sure that's dangerous."
the information ran through your mind in an instant. you hadn't noticed, of course not. you were too busy trying to escape the sight of sunghoon, to even realise. the anger that was once racing through your mind had now faded into a sickening shame.
but, you didnt want him to see him, you couldn't let him see it. so, you doubled down on your words, facing away towards the window and crossing your arms over your chest. "so, your solution was toโฆ manhandle me? like im some sack of potatoes?"
"my solution," he said, voice dropping to a rasp and one vibrating between the small space of both of you, eyes zeroing in on the way your chest popped out, "was the most efficient way to drag you out without causing a larger scene." his eyes gazed from your chest, down to your thighs which were clenched together, and back up to your wild hair. you could feel the tension and desire radiating off of him. "you left me no choice."
"i hate you," you whispered, the words having no meaning behind them.
he let out a content hum, turning away to face the window as well, mirroring your position. "right back at you, brat." the nickname just split out of his mouth, making your eyes wide, a wave of heat travelling through your skin. yet, you didn't mention it, letting the words hang in the car.
as the car stopped, he was out the door before the driver could even move or turn off the car, opening your side of the door. he didn't offer a hand; he just stood there with the door wide open, eyes sharper than ever as he watched you and waited.
with a huff, you slid out, legs unsteady and shaking. you had made a point to brush against him as you passed, your hands gliding against his own, and you could feel him go perfectly still. making you smirk as you walked in front of him.
the ride in the elevator was worse. the mirrored walls reflecting both of you, the silence filling up the small box. you could see every bit of your own emotion, your flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and the bewildered glint in your eyes. while he was calm and 'controlled'.
but, you knew better than anyone else.
you watched his face through the reflection. you could see the subtle twitch in his jaw when you shifted your weight. you caught the way his gaze flicked down for a split second, a violation of his own rules, before snapping back to the ascending numbers on the screen. you noticed each blink that lasted a second too long, the way his tongue swiped over his lower lip.
he was holding himself back from doing something he'd regret in the future.
the elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, the cool air hitting both of you in an instant. you took fast steps towards the penthouse's door, heart racing slightly as you opened the doors, tossing your clutch onto the side table with a sharp clatter.
you expected to hear the door shut behind you, leaving you alone in shame and humiliation. instead, you could hear his footsteps right behind you. he'd followed you in. he never came this close, unless it was to do a security sweep of your place.
with a furrow on your face, you whirled around to face him. "what?"
he stopped a few feet away, his hands back in that relaxed position behind his back. "you will drink a full glass of water, and take the aspirin i've left on your counter." his voice left no room for argument, as he placed a small box on the kitchen island. "you'll be in bed, lights out, within an hour." his eyes traced the lines of your face, the way your chest frantically rose and fell. "i'll known if you arent."
"or what?" you scoffed, shaking your head softly to seem intimidating. but, it came out soft, less sure. "you'll tuck me in yourself?"
the silence that followed was deafening; it practically sucked out the air of the room. you noticed the way his jaw tightened again, the muscle twitching. his gaze dropped to your mouth and your neck, just for a heartbeat, before snapping back to your eyes.
his professional persona was still there, but underneath it, you could see him fighting with his own control.
"do not," he mumbled, words so quiet they were almost inaudible, "push me tonight, y/n."
it wasn't a threat from your bodyguard, but a warning. one from the man hidden behind his professionalism, one filled with honesty and admission. the line between you two is thinner than ever.
your breath hitched as you stood there frozen. the anger now gone, burned away and replaced by something white-hot and fragile in its place. your emotions rushed through your brain, and you wanted to scream. cry. you wanted to close the distance between you both and see what would happen if you finally went against his words and pushed him.
he was the one who had broke the tension first. he let out a shaky, almost disappointed sigh, as he nodded, turned on his heel, and walked out. the door closed with a soft, definitive click. you didn't move after he left, just placed your hand on your stomach. you could feel the ghost of his shoulder against you, the raspiness in his voice. do not push me tonight, y/n."
after five minutes, you had moved. your mind racing as you followed his orders. you poured the water he'd demanded, you swallowed the aspitin left neatly on the counter. his voice practically controlling you as you mindlessly completed his tasks.
however, you didnt go to your bedroom like he told you to. you found yourself on the wide, cold ledge of your window knees drawn to your chest as you stared down at the city lights below you. mind replayed every single second. the possessive grip, the dizzying view from his shoulder, the way his jaw tightened when you called his name, the feeling of his hands branding your thigh.
a soft buzz cut off your thoughts; the glow of your long-forgotten phone had lit up the glass beside you. a notification, one that sunghoon had probably set when you were doing your photoshoot.
6 am - costal shoot , call time @ repulse bay.
your heart raced at the notifiaction, your fingers couldnt move to even pick up your phone. you just stared at it until the screen faded to black, leaving you with your thoughts again.
a sound of the car beeping made you snap back to reality, head shaking in an instant. he thought he had won, he thought once he left he had reestablished the boundary between you two. and he did, for 10 minutes. he though you'd be a good girl and go to sleep, like he told you too.
with a shaky exhale, you slid off the ledge, a new calm settling over you. you didn't change out of the leather top and skin-tight shorts. you just walked to your bedroom, but not to sleep. you sat on the edge of your bed in the dark, watching the digital clock on your bedside table tick to 2 am.
you were going to that shoot, you were going to be on time, and professional. but something was going to change, sunghoon was going to change.
you picked up your phone, the glow illuminating your face, expression unreadable. without a thought, you clicked the camera app open, and pushing down your tubetop, your breasts practically falling out in an instant, nipples barely hidden by the shirt. with a hidden smirk, you clicked the photo button.
next, you pushed your pants down, just below your ass to reveal your panties, before you breached the waistband of your underwear, snapping another photo.
with a shakey breath, you had clicked the 'record' option, placing the phone beside you, at an angle where sunghoon could see your side, yet not enough of you.
your fingers delicately swiped over your clit, letting out a shivery moan. before dipping your fingers into your hole, the slick instantly coating your fingers. "sunghoonโฆ" you whispered, loud enough for the camera to catch, two fingers instantly pumping in and out of you.
your mind blank as you curled your fingers, your palm hitting your clitโ and just like that, you came and saw white, sunghoon's name on your tongue as you moaned. your fingers rested inside you, slowly scissoring to let you ride down your high.
with a smirk, you went to stop the recording with your free hand, searching his contact name on your messanges: park sunghoon , kinda annoyingly hot bodyguard
you : [attachment: 2 images , 1 video]
you : come over m so lonely ;(
you hit send with a sigh, the silence stretching for one minute. then two. and you saw him read the message, ellipsis dissappearing and reappearing. and by that moment, you knew you've gotten him. before he could even send a message, you tossed your phone onto your bed, chest still heaving slightly before rolling over to fall asleep.
sunghoon : miss y/n? what is this?
sunghoon : fuck, is that what you really think of me?
sunghoon : it's 2:07 am.
sunghoon : dont fucking tempt me. dont send me shit like this again.
โ
the alarm beeped aggressively beside your ear, waking you up rudely from your dream of getting fed grapes like a god. in it, however was sunghoon, his eyes doe and almost submissive. everytime he spoke it sent shivers down your spine.
you fumbled to silence the blaring noise by your head, outside still dark due to the early morning of 4 am, for a moment, you just layed there. the memories of last night's actions rushing back to you, resulting in a red face, yet not in regret or embarrasment, just reality hitting you. you had crossed a line, and you couldn't erase it.
you moved through your usual morning routine with a eerie clamness. the shower was hotter than usual, your skincare just a tad more sloppier than usual, your outfit more simple than usual, a oversized hoodie and some shorts. something had switched.
you didn't check your phone, you didn't need to. the proof of what you'd done was heavy in the air of your penthouse. you could feel chills running down your spine as you took a step out of the door, your eyes trying to adjust to the bright light of the lobby at 5:28 am, you practically saw it immediatley. the suv was already there, waiting for you.
sunghoon stood outside the passenger door, arms crossed over his broad chest, staring directly at the building's entrance. but you could tell something was off, he wasn't in his usual composed stance, no. his foot was tapping ever so slightly against the concrete, he wasn't wearing his suit jacket, just the white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and he looked like he might've slept in it.
as soon as you stepped foot into his eyesight, you could see the tension and eyebags under his eyes. there was no professionalism left, his gaze dark and furious as he intensely stared at you. you noticed the way his jaw tightened and how his biceps through the thin material pop.
he didn't speak, nor did he open the door. he just stared, waiting for you to come closer, his entire presences a practical question.
you gulped a hard lump in your throat, own expression blank as you walked to the car. you stopped a few feet from him, morning air cooler between your bodies. the scent of axe body spray and coffee had wrapped around you.
"you're earlyโฆ" you said, voice unnaturally calm in the heavy silence of the morning.
his eyes, the sharp gaze on you didn't waver. "you're late," he countered, voice low and rough. it wasn't about the time.
after what felt like forever, he'd finally move a sharp single step that closed the distance. he was close enough now that you could see the redness around the corner of his eyes, the way his pupils were dialated, the way his adams apple bopped. he had reached behind him, yanking the car door open for you. it wasn't a gesture of service, but an order.
"get in."
you hesitated, just for a second, looking up at him. you were this close to flipping the script, follow his orders like a pet, just like you did last night. but you didnt, you huffed, crossing your arms once again.
"or what?" you whispered, the challenge in your voice lacked its usual heat, this time it was a genuine question.
a humorless sound escaped his lips. he leaned in, voice dropping to something more dangerous only you were meant to hear. "or i wont be responsible of what i say or do, pretty. we both have a long day ahead of us, so if you wouldn't be such a bratโฆ" he straightened himself, moving towards the side to let you in, "get. in. the. car. now."
the threat was different than his usual ones, he wasn't going to physically remove you. it was about words, truths. about the way he was holding everything that had built up between the both of you. with a exhale, you slid into the backseat of the car, not missing the way he looked at your backside as you entered.
as soon as you buckled your seatbelt, he didn't slam the door, he'd just closed it with a precise finality. the sound ending anything you would've wanted to say. as he walked around towards the other side, you saw him run a hand through his already messed up hair, a rare occurance, before he had composed himself, straightening his shoulders as he got in.
the driver pulled away from the curb, the only sound surrounding you was the engine. you were alone in the back with him, anything could practically happen. you glanced up at him with a almost worried look in your eyes. he stared straight ahead, his profile still perfect than ever, justโฆ his eyes had more emotion, a storm of them. anger, dangerous and something raw, one that made your stomach clench.
you opened your mouth, not even sure of what you would've said, an apology? something to provoke him more? the words died in your throat before it could even reach your mouth.
"don't," he said, the single word cutting the silence instantly. he didn't look at you, his voice low and strained, almost painful to hear. "don't say a single word to me right now."
he finally turned his head, full force of his gaze weighing down on you. it wasn't anger anymore, just an exhausting intensity.
"you think this is a game," he started, voice dropping lower and almost trembling. "you think sending meโฆ that.. in the middle of the night was just another way to win." he leaned in slightly, making you press your back against the seat. "you have no idea what you're playing with. no idea what you're asking for."
you wanted to move away, jump out the car even, but you couldn't. he held your wide-eyed star for a long, almost punishing moment before turning back to the window without another word, as if he couldn't bear to look at you anymore. you could see his hand, the one resting on his thigh, clenched into white knuckled fists.
the rest of the drive passed in a sufforcating silence, as you watched the citylines of causeway bay turn into discovery bay, the secenery nothing but a smear of random colours against the window. you wanted a reaction, but you got a reality check, one you werent able to even handle.
โ
the shoot was basically torture. you were following his words to the bone: punctual, polite, cooperative top model. not saying you weren't, but you'd have to be on your best behaviour infront of sunghoon.
your smile's were filled with more sugar, your short patients miraculously had turned into hours as you waited for the stylist's adjustment's of your dress, and you even took the photographer's critisism with a simple nod, no argument.
it was basically a performance, and one that was solely for him.
sunghoon stood at his usual post, his dark shadow against the white rental van, but his professional mask now a facade. you could feel his gaze on you, more hotter than the morning sun. every time a male staff member's hand lingered near your shoulder to adjust a strap, you saw the subtle flare of his nostrils. every time you laughed at a joke from the photographer, his jaw tightened just a bit.
you have never been more away of your own body, of every gesture, every glance.
the first break came, you were shivering under the sun, the sea's wind hitting you like an ice brick. you hugged yourself, rubbing you arms to heat yourself up.
"tough gig, huh?"
the voice practically made you jump. you turned around with wide eyes, only to relax as you saw him. kim sunoo, a model you've done dozen campaigns with. he was a harmless and friendly guy, who was convienetly in a long puffer jacket. "they always forget we're humans, not mannequins, huh?" he laughed, already shrugging out of it. "here, before you turn onto a frozen statue."
you rolled your eyes, smiling in an instant. "you're an angel," you laughed, already accepting the vest. as you pulled it on, you practically moaned in relief as you felt the warmth envelop you, your arms wrapping your body once again. "seriously, i owe you, sunoo."
"just get me a coffee later," he joked, leaning a shoulder against the same equipment crate you were near.
you chatted about anything and everything during your break, your mutual ganecy, about what you'd do after your careers, five nights at freddys lore, anything. you let yourself relax into the conversation, despite the high-stakes war with your own bodyguard.
from across the set, sunghoon watched. he saw the way sunoo gave you his jacket. he saw you hug it around yourself, face softening in a way it never did for him. he saw how sunoo leaned in, how close you were, how you smiled. it wasn't the blantant provocation of your videos, but worse.
it was natural, a glimpse of you that existed outside of him, a you who could be warm and smiled at by someone else.
a cold, quiet rage began to bubble in his veins, one slow and deadly.
the shoot resumed, you gave the jacket back with another thanks. but, the damage was already done. for the next hour, sunghoon's mind filled with a storm of emotions. his silence grew heavier, more oppressive.
he had stopped obesrving, and began to track your every move. when sunoo passed you a bottle of water, sunghoon's eyes followed the bottle as if it was a knife. when sunoo just brushed past you, sunghoon's eyes followed him as if he was robbing you.
the final straw came during the last setup. you were waiting for the lighting adjustments with a hot pack in your hand. sunoo had went over to you to show you a funny video, as you offered him a hot pack as well. with a laugh, you both leaned over the screen, heads held close together. the sound from the both of you genuine.
that was it.
sunghoon moved for the first time.
he didn't just walk, he took long steps that closed the distances with a terrifying speed that had staff members stumbling out of his way. once he reached you, he didn't utter a single word to sunoo. he had simply inserted himself between you, his back to the other model, body physically cutting him off from you.
his hand closed around your elbow, but it wasn't the polite touch of a bodyguard, but from someone who was possessive, jealous. the grip firm enough to make you gasp.
"we're leaving. now," his voice left no room for argument, it practically vibrated with tension that had been built for hours. now, this wasn't about any safety. it wasn't about the schedule. it was all about him.
"sunghoon, whatโ the shoot, it isn'tโ" you started, heart hammering.
as his eyes locked onto yours, you noticed something. you noticed how his controlled composure is gone, replaced by something feral and animalistic. "do not," he bit out, each word laced with venom, "say another word."
he turned, pulling you with him. he didn't lead you to a car or a tent. he marched you towards the secluded cluster of jagged rocks that hid you from the view of the silent, stunned set. his grip was burning into your wrist, steps long and furious on the uneven sand, forcing you to stumble to keep up in your heels.
the sound of the sea grew louder, the crash of waves against the stone's muting the distant murmurs of the staff and set.
once you were hidden, he released your wrist only to spin you around, backing you against the cold rough stone. his rough hands came up on either side of you, caging you in, body blocking out the sky.
he was breathing heavily, not from any sort of tirdness, but from the amount of emotion holding him back. the scent of the sea practically nonexistant by the heat of him, the smell of his deodarant now making your head spin.
"explain." he demanded, voice low and a ragged growl. his eyes searched your face, hungry and furious. "the video you sent. the messages. andโฆ him." he didn't say sunoo's name, as if it would kill him if he did. "what is this game, y/n? what do you want from me?"
he leaned in closer, face a breath away from yours. his gaze was terrifying, andโฆ you'd hate to say it, but it was hot.
"y/n, i've done everything to control myself. i've tried my best to maintain every rule i've set for myself. andโ you. you have done nothing but try and provoke me." his voice dropped to a harsh whisper. "so tell me. right now."
"what. do. you. want?"
your breath hitched, a sharp sound lost in the crash of the waves. your lips parted, but no sound came out. your eyes dropped from his predatory glare, to his mouth, then back up.
his own restraints was as visible as yours. you could see the veins of his neck popping out, the way his hands pressed against the rock beside your head, whitening knuckles, shaking slightly, from holding back from closing the distance between your bodies.
"y/n." he said, your name sounding desperate and broken. "answer me."
you swallowed, the lump in your throat nearly choking you.
the truth, the stupid, terrifying truth, tumbled out in barely a whisper.
"you."
the word hung in the cool air between the both of you.
a ragged exhale escaped him, eyes squeezing shut for a second as if it was a dream. when they open again, the possessivness was still there, but it had melted. melted into something more hotter, and definitely more dangerous.
"me," he repeated, words low and almost disbelieving. "you want, me?" he shifted, one hand from from the rock, his fingertips coming to brush against the pulse hammering in your throat. "the anger? frustration? the man who loses his mind because another man dared to give you his jacket?"
you nodded, a tiny, almost unoticible movement. "i want you to stop being my bodyguard for a second, sunghoon." you gasp, heart pulsing out of your mouth. "i want you to just beโฆ him. the one who gets angry, the one who manhandles me out of the club. the one who probably jacked off to the video i sent you at 2 am."
his breath hitched at your last words, a soft blush creeping onto his face. his thumb swept over your jawline, touch still terrifyingly gentle compared to his intensity. "thatโฆ that man isn't safe for you," he breathed, forehead lowering until it touched yours. "that man wanted to do thingsโฆ things that breaked every single rule. since the first day i saw you."
"then break them," you whispered, own hands coming up to fist the front of his shirt weakly. "please, for me. break them all."
a low, tortured sound rippled through his chest, it was the sound of something snapping.
"fuck you," he murmured, voice lacking of any threat, as his mouth captured your own.
it wasn't gentle, it was something claiming, one of a desperate answer to everything you've thrown his way.
the hand on the rock left to frame your face, his kiss swallowing your gasp, pouring the months of tension into you. from the sleepless nights, to the seething frustration to your provoking moves. you could feel him tighten his hand around your neck just a tiny bit, as he pushed his body closer to yours. the rocks behind you digging into your back as his knee slotted between your legs.
you moaned into the kiss as you felt his knee push against your cunt, only for him to growl into your mouth as a warning. the hand around your neck tightening. "don't be too loud, princess." he rumbled, his chest vibrating against yours.
a sound punched out of you, a desperate gasp you didn't even recognize as your own. your body moved on its own, your hips seeking friction against the muscle of his thigh through his slacks and your dress. a tight coil practically hit your stomach, and you knew with humiliating clarity that he could also feel how desperate you were. how the slick heat rushed through you onto your panties.
a low dark chuckle vibrated in his chest, one that sounded of pure male satifaction. "easy now," he murmured, breath hot against your lips. his voice was rough, thick with control that was entierly different than before, this. this was the control of a man who knew he'd won. "i know we justโฆ 'confessed'."
god, he was so hot. and he clearly, almost devastatingly, knew it. the hand that had been at your neck tightened for one last possessive squeeze, before sliding down. his palm tracing a path over your bollarbone, the curves of your breast, to setllte firmly on your waist.
his other hand joined it, fingers splaying across the small of your back. "here," he growled, word more of a command than endearment. he guided your hips against his thigh, his own hip foward, the press deliberate and undeniable, letting you feel the hard proof of his own lack of control. "this is what you wanted, isn't it? to see me break, to see me like this?"
he moved again, a slow, griding roll that had stars trickling behind your eyelids. his forehead dropped against yours, eyes burning into yours inches away. the feral anger had disappeared, transforming into a smoldering, possessive heat.
"congrats, brat." he breathed, his lips a hair away from yours. "you've got exactly what you asked for."
his mouth didn't touch yours. he held that agonizing, painstaking distance, letting the heat of your ragged, breaths mingle in the space between the both of you. he was taunting you, showing you how he could control you.
and that made you see red.
enough of these games. enough of the torturous pace. your hands flew up, fingers tangling in the dark strands of his gelled hair. you didn't coax him, you pulled him. yanking his head down with a force that erased any distance.
the moment your lips met, it wasnt sweet. it wasn't gentle. it was something final, furious. one that ended the war of pining between you two. a gasp was wallowed between you, and he froze for one second, shock stilling him.
then, with a low growling sound, that was filled with pure hunger, he had gave in.
no, he took over.
his arms wrapped around your waist tighter, crushing you against the wall of his chest and the cold rock behind you. the kiss transformed from a desperate claim into something almost pathetic. it was all the heat and demand, his mouth moved over yours with a starving intensity. you could feel his hard on grinding against your clothed cunt.
"please." you begged, unsure of what you were even begging for. the sharp thrust of his cock against you made you practically cry. your moans silenced by his kisses. "shhโฆ"
one of his hands slid from your waist to under your dress, the heat almost unbearable. his finger hooked your panties to the side, feeling the slick against your cunt. "so needy for me arent you?" he muttered, his index and middle finger inside of you within seconds, just like the video you sent him.
his fingers curled and scissored you, making your knees feel weak. you didn't know how, but fuck, he was good. his palm slapped your clit occasionally, the sensation making you moan into his mouth louder than before.
he was practically drinking them up as if it was whiskey, the sound music to his ears. "i need you to turn around for me, can you do that, baby?" his hands already pulling away from you, to unzip his slacks.
you eagerly nod, turning around as your hands braced the harsh rocks. you could feel his mushroomy tip glide across your hole, making your back arch, and push towards him. sunghoon practically took his time with you.
each movement was slow and deliberate, your stomach curling into an aching need, it was practically crazy how bad you wanted him. in public.
"want me bad, dont ya?" he muttered, his hand fisting the flesh of your ass, to spread you wide open. his tip finally slides into you with ease, making you both moan.
he practically gave you no time to adjust, pulling out to slam back inside of you. the thrusts were so rapid you needed to grip onto the rocks until your knuckles turned white. "shit, i've been waiting," he groaned, his teeth nipping the back of your neck. his hand going down to land a sharp slap on your ass cheek.
you cried out at his words and actions, biting your lip till it bleeds. "fuck, sunghoonโ" you whined, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head. you could feel his hands grip around your waist, leaving marks against your neck which wont disappear for another few weeks,
"gotta show everyone who you belong to, yeah?" he growled, teeth still connected to your skin as his hand goes to circle your clit. his thrusts still as brutal as ever. "i want you to cum." he whispered, the sound almost so seductive contrasting the waves.
you nod against the rocks, earning a sharp slap against your already red ass cheek. "yโyes!" you winced, your stomach coiling and knotting at the feeling.
"good girl." he purred, and that alone made you cum on the spot. your moan high pitched as your gummy walls clenched around his cock.
"hoonโ" you cried out, letting yourself ride out the high by sunghoons brutal thrusts.
"shit, baby. i'm gonnaโ" he groaned, pulling out just in time so he came onto the rocks, his cum shooting ropes onto the grey stone, which, in your opinion, was a waste.
he groaned softly as he tucked himself in, his mind clouded with the feeling of you wrapped around his cock. but, he still had a job to do. he kissed your temple softly, landing a playful slap on your cheek, making you jolt and whisper his name.
before you could even process it, his hands were on you again. he fixed you with a meticulous care, one more that any other guy has before. he tugged your panties back into place, the fabric damp against your senstive skin. he smoothed down the rumpled skirt of your dress, knuckles brushing your thighs.
then, with a smile, he pulled out a neaty, white handkerchief from his inner pocket. he knelt, just slightly enough, the sand dusting on his knees, to wipe away the slick evidence from your earlier activites, the feeling making you sigh softly, as he stood up and tucked it away back into his pocket for other uses.
he used his thumb to wipe away the tears, which you hadn't even realized were there. his expression was unreadable, something fixed with pure focus but also a hidden adoration behind it. when he finished, he cupped your chin, tilting your face to meet his eyes. a warm unusal smile plastered on his face.
"now," he hummed, voice low and even, laced with authority that left no room for argument. "be a good doll and finish that shoot for me, yeah?"
he released your chin, giving your hip a final pat, stepping back to hold out a hand to guide you away from the rocks. the change, sudden, but one you'd welcome. you smiled softly, one not os submission, but a secret understanding. you placed your hand in his, allowing him to guide you away from the rocks and back to the set.
as soon as you turned the corner, the entier set seemed to freeze. dozen eyes snapped to both of you, both wide and bewildered with curiosity. they could tell what had happened, evidence all over the both of you: the faint, reddish-purple bite marks on your neck and lower lip, the red, puffy rims of your eyes, the slight tremble in your legs. they saw him, his face no longer stoic, but composed with an undeniable smirk on his puffy lips as he held your hand, his thumb stroking a slow circle over your knuckles.
the silence was deafening, but not a single person, not the photographer, not the stylist, not even sunoo, had dared to say a word. the energy between you was raw and possessive. it needed silence.
sunghooon led you directly to the mark for the next shot. he leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as he adjusted a stray strand of hair for the cameras, his voice a low murmur only for you to hear.
"perfect. just like that, doll. don't forget to smile, yeah?"
he took a step back, melting into the background once again. but, you could feel his gaze on you, heavier and more possessive. you turned towards the lens, smile blooming effortlessly like you hadn't just fucked more than 10 minutes ago.
the shoot continued, everyone, forgetting what had happened, but you didn't. sunghoon was less aggressive, more clingy during your breaks, hands lingering on your waist, fingers brushing each strand.
you were his, and everyone on the beach knew it.
โ
after the fiasco on the beach, as the both of you privaetly valled it, didn't end with a whispered agreement. it ended with a decision made in your comfortable at 3 am, his lips still tasting of the salty sea and your own lips. "no more hiding," he muttered into your hair, arms wrapped around your torso. "they'll find out either way, i'd rather they heard it from us."
and he was right, less than 48 hours it was all over every social media platform ever.
breaking news!
model, y/n l/n, now dating her bodyguard, park sunghoon!
. . . click here to see more !
the article had a grainy photo of the both of you shot from afar, leaving a quiet dinner, his hand not guiding you as usual, but intertwined with yours. the comments were a mix of shock, fake concern for your future, and people in denial. you didn't read most of it, and sunghoon made sure of that. plucking the phone out of your grasp, replacing it with a towel so you could dry his damp hair. "it's just noise, baby. we knew it would be."
you let out a laugh at his newfound clinginess, your finger going to tap his nose softly as you dried his hair, "you're like a dog, hoonie."
"i'm your dog." he mumbled, pressing a kiss into your thigh, making you slap him lightly with a towel.
"ow!"
over the month, you were inseparable. dynamic clearly shifting, he was no longer a shadow, but he was your boyfriend, present in every dimension of your life.
at shoots, he stood and watched, not from the shadows, but now from a director's chair with your name on it, going over security briefing notes, or more often than not, watching you with a pride that made your cheeks a soft pink.
dueing breaks, he didn't linger at the service table; he'd walk right onto the set, handing you a customised coffee, and kissing you softly, not caring about the crew's judgmental looks. "missed you," he'd whisper, as if you both were weeks apart.
in meetings, he sat beside you, not behind you. when a brand executive talked down to you, it wasn't you who stood up for yourself, but sunghoon. voice cold and lethally polite, would cut through the sharp air. "i'd reconsider your tone when you're talking to my girlfriend." the room would go silent, he wasn't just someone working for you, but someone who cared about you.
in the car, the drives were no longer silent; they were loud and bubbly. his hand would rest on your thigh, his thumb stroking absently as he scrolled through emails, while you talked about the drama inside the modelling scene, or you'd doze off with your head on his shoulder, lulled off by the way he would talk about his past careers before working for you.
the public saw a possessive bodyguard who'd crossed a line, but they didn't see the man who had learned how to braid your hair before bed to keep it from tangling, or the one who had a whole notes app dedicated to you and what you hated or enjoyed. they saw a scandal, while you saw someone hopelessly devoted to you.
he was there for you when you needed someone to hang onto, he was there when you needed someone to laugh with. he was also there when you got an invitation to go to one of the most luxurious galleries in hong kong.
the venue was a sleek, members-only gallery, all white walls and whispered conversations. you were on sunghoon's arm, wearing a silver and long dress, you practically felt like royalty. he was in a tuxedo, looking less like a bodyguard, and more like your future.
and for the first hour, it was perfect. you moved through the crowd together, you sipped champagne, admired the rather confusing art pieces and laughed at a few, you exchanged polite smiles with well-known models and artists.
sunghoon's hand never left your back, something that made you warm and comfortable. this was something you havent even dared to think about outside of your dreams, but here you are, the two of you, in this gallery full of famous people, only belonging to each other.
it felt like you lived on cloud nine.
until you felt his hand leave your back.
he leaned down, his lips pressed against your cheek softly. "i just got a text, i need to find the head of security," he murmured, voice a warm rumble. "two minutes, okay? don't move from this spot."
you nodded, a warm fuzz growing in your stomach, giving his arm a tight squeeze. "okay, hoon."
he shot you a look that was filled with affection and a small warning as he melted into the crowd with a silent elegancy.
you turned back to try and admire the banana tapped onto the wall, sipping your drink as your mind wandered. what the fuck is this and who bought it.
"a work of art looking at another work of art, huh?" a smooth voice hummed beside you.
your face scrunched, to see a man, tall and his hair a ashy brown, holding a business car between his fingers like he was trying to tell you a secret. "lee heeseung. i've been trying to get an introduction from you all night. your energyโฆ is just wow."
he let out a soft hum, gaze flickering rather dismissively towards the direction sunghoon had gone. "right, mr. park? he seems likeโฆ a dedicated bodyguard, doesn't he? a bit intense for a place like this, don't you think?" he laughed, taking half a step closer to you, invading the space that sunghoon always maintained around you. "a masterpiece like you shouldn't be hidden by someโฆ shadow. i'm having an after-party on my room, very exclusive. private. the view is undeniable. you look like you could use a taste of freedom."
your skin crawled at his words. you opened your mouth, you were about yell at him, tell him to stop, when the air around you shifted. the temperature didn't just drop, it congealed. you felt him before you even saw him.
sunghoon had returned, he stood fifteen feet away, his face from loving now carved into fury. he wasn't looking at you. his whole being was focused on heeseung, on the distance between you two, on the way he was leaning into your space. you saw the instant transformation of sunghoon in a detail you never wanted to see: the way all the colour drained from his pale face, his knuckles clencing into his fists, nails piercing the skin of his palm slightly, the strain in his neck, the blankess that filled his features.
then, without a word, he had turned and walked away. not towards you, but away. and you swore you could see his eyes cloud up. he cut through the body of people with sharp, angry steps, heading straight for the outdoor bar, by the balcony.
your heart sank at the view. he was leaving you there, with this parasite. this idiot. fine. that was fucking fantastic.
you turend back to heeseung, smile now sharp enough to cut paper. "mr. lee," you said, voice dripping with poision. "let me be perfectly clear. the only thing im interested in is you getting the hell out of my sight. if your brain was as intellegant as the way you spoke, you'd have noticed the man you insulted could practically break you in more ways than your money could ever fix!" you cheered, clasping your hands together. "now, you will turn around, and you'll walk away. and if you so much as think of my name again, i'll personally ensure the only thing you'd be reciving is a punch into that cocklette of yours."
the colour drained from his face, the smug confidence evaporating in a second. his hands flew to his clothed cock, as he stammered something with a red face and fled.
with a huff, you turned around, gaze pinned to the bar by the balcony. and there, you could see your handsome boyfriend against the night skies and aโฆ girl. she was stunning, wearing a blood-red drss and her hair flowing in confident curves. you watched as she smiled, tilting her head.
she had said something, touching his forearm lightly with a pout. sunghoon simply nodded, face masked of a polite attention. he didn't take a step back, nor did he look uncomfortable. he just listened to her.
a hot, prickling feeling crawled up your neck. jealousy.
you swallowed the lump in your throat as you cut through the crowd, steps quickening by the second. as you got closer, you could hear her velvety voice.
"โฆyou poor thing, it must be so demanding, a job like yours. all that focus. all that strength." she let her gaze travel over his shoulders in lust. "you look like you could handle anything."
sunghoon gave a single, acknowledging nod. "situational assessments and de-escalation are key components of being a bodyguard, yes.."
you almost choked at his words.
she laughed a flirtatious sound, leaning in closer to him. "i'm sure. i feel so much safer just talking to you. maybe you could give me a private lesson sometime, hm? i have a penthouse with aโฆ very complex security system."
sunghoon's brows furrowed slightly, as if he was given a math problem. "i don't do private residential consultationsโฆ but my firm could refer you to a qualified specialist."
that was it, that tiny, meaningless gesture, after the build up of jealousy you'd just witness in him, was enough to fuel the tank.
(not so) calmly, you turned, back facing the scene. you watched as a waiter walked past you, allowing you to place the flute glass down, loud enough it made an echoing sound. you took large steps as you collected your clutch and the faux fur wrap from the coat rack with a smile, nodding at the attendant.
you moved through the lobby like a ghost, one untouchable and icy. your hands struggling to push the heavy doors into the cool night, the cities sound welcoming you made your head pound, silencing the sufforcating murmurs of the gallery behind you. you took a deep, shuttering breath as you took a step in your heels. you'd walk home in them if you had to.
you'd had made it exactly five steps away from the building when a familiar black car slid right beside you, the tinted window rolling down with a soft 'vrrr' sound.
he was inside.
you didn't know how, he was there so quick but you didn't mention it. he didn't lean foward, wasn't straining to see you. he was reclined in the leather seat, one arm draped along the back of the seat. you could see his eyes glancing at you with a unreadable emotion.
"get in."
his voice was quiet. flat. devoided of the rage you had heard, the warmth you craved. it was the voice he used to state facts. fork found in the kitchen. sky is blue. get in.
you stopped, letting out a huff and lifting your chin. "you don't get to do that. you don't get to walk away when some creep was all over me, then just show up and give me orders when you get jealous."
"he touched you?" the question was sharp, body going rigid.
"not the point!" you shot back, voice trembling. "the point is, you left. she showed up, and youโ you actually acknowledged her! answered her when she flirted with you."
there was a second of silence, one that stretched for too long. "she asked about the job, i told her i'll refer her back to my company. that's all it was."
it sounded reasonable. it was most likely the truth. but your jealousy was already powered up, risen through the roof. "well, it didn't look like nothing. not after what i saw on your face. not after you walked away from me!"
he winced softly when you yelled at him. that was the first time he's ever heard you raised your voice. "get in the car." he repeated, the command now quiet and weaker, straining at the edges. "we'll talk at home."
"no." the word was final. you took a step back, away from him and the car. "i'm not getting in that car. i'm going to walk, and be alone. and you don't get to stop me this time."
as you started to turn, you saw it. the fracture in the dim light, you saw the mask crack. his eyes were widening, just a fraction, the way they started to cloud with something raw and painful. his lips parted as if to speak, but nothing came out. for the first time, he had nothing to say.
he said nothing; he just stared. the patient confidence drained from his posture, leaving something hollow in his place.
with the lack of silence you caused, you turned on your heel. you didn't look back, just started to walk away. the sharp clicking of your heel on the pavement is loud and echoes against the night. you expected to hear the car door slam, expected his footsteps to be swept up and carried off despite all your protests.
but, none of that happened. you only heard the soft hum of the car window rolling up. then the whisper of tires driving off, leaving you alone on the sidewalk.
your words, now hollow and sucking at your chest with regret. you walked, the cold air a slap against your skin with each step. he had let you go. not on his own will, but because you had asked him to, and you had no idea how to come back from that.
โ
the silence of the penthouse was different as you shut the door. it was heavy, a familiar silence, one usually filled with his quiet presences, the rustle of paperwork, the soft click of the glass being set down, the quiet whines for your attention, the low hum of his breath as he slept. now, it was replaced by the silence of your own breath.
you hadn't even bothered with the lights. you'd kick of your ruined heels at the door, the silver dress pooling around you like it was a sack as you sank onto the cold leather sofa. you didn't cry, just stared at the black tv screen, seeing nothing yet feeling everything.
the minutes blended into hours, the ice that ran through your veins had dissapeared, behind replaced by a needy ache. you had replayed it all, the way he had stilled, turned and left you, your own sharp words, the hury in his eyes before the window rolled up. the anger had burnt up, leaving only regret.
your fingers came to your lips, teeth instantly biting against your manicured nails. the sound only interuptted by a soft single knock.
not the key in the lock, not the soft beep of a security system.
just a soft knock.
your heart stuttered, then began a frantic rhythm against your ribs. he had never knocked, this was his house, their house, he had keys, codes, face recognition.
the knock came agian, this time a little harder. not impatient, but almost insistent.
slowly, as if moving through quick sand, you stood up. the silk pooled around your legs as you padded barefoot across the cold floor. you didn't turn on the foyer lights. you stood by the door, hand hovering over the handle.
you could see the shadow of someone standing in the hallway through the peephole. tall, broad-shouldered, head slightly bowed. you knew who it was.
with a gulp, you pulled the door open.
sunghoon stood there, barely in his tuxedo, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. his tie was loose, the jacket long gone, his buttons undone. his hair was disheveled, as if he had ran his hands through it for hours. he wasn't looking at the door when it opened, he was staring at the floor, where your feet were.
he didn't move to enter, but his head slowly lifted up to look at yours. his composure long gone and replaced by vulnerability. his eyes were red-rimmed, a sign he cried, his hands wrapped around the bouquet, shaking.
your breath hitched, the sound painfully loud in the quiet hallway. the sight was too much. it shattered the last of your own pride. without a word, without metting his eyes, you moved to push the door shut. it wasnt a slam, but a poor attempt to block out the heartbreaking image infront of you.
a soft, pained escaped him, a silence wince. then, his foot, covered in a polished leather, now ruined from walking, slid into the narrow gap, stopping the door from closing. his hand gently resting against the wood.
"pleaseโ"
the word was a ragged breath, something fractured. it wasn't his usual demands, but a plea, one from a place so deep it hurted, leaving no room for pride and games.
"pleaseโ y/n," he whispered, voice breaking on your name. he leaned his forehead against the door, eyes squeezing shut instantly. "let me in, let me talkโ"
the bouquet of flowers, forgotten in his over hand, brushed against the door frame. he was holding onto it like a lifeline, the only thing he thought to bring as an apology now crushed.
"sunghoon, i dontโ"
"please, y/n i promiseโ" his voice cracked, you could hear his voice waver. the words trembling in his throat. "i'll beโฆ i'll be a good boy."
your eyes flew wide, your face flooding with heat in an instant. a good boy? the phrase, coming from someone like him, was oddlyโฆ hot? it sparked something low in your belly, a confusing clash of heartbreak and thrill. what was happening right now?
"i'llโ i'll do anything, baby." he pleaded, the words rough in the tense space between the door and the frame. he pushed the door future open, just enough do his eyes found yours. and you could tell he was desperate, there was a sense of vulnerability behind him, and you were the one who saw it. "for you. to accept my apology, i'll be quiet if i have to! i'll obey. just, tell me what you want."
this was no longer a plea for forgiveness. it was an offer, a surrender of himself. he was begging to be let in at any cost. the word 'obey' didnt just hang in the air, it snapped something between the two of you.
you didn't move to open the door wider, you held his gaze through the narrow gap, your own breaths shallow. "you'll be quiet?" you repeated, voice dropping to a low, testing murmur.
he nodded, a sharp, desperate jerk of his chin. "yes, shit. anything."
"even if i don't want you to speak?" you asked, the sentence laced with a new, unfamiliar authority.
a shudder ran through him, his eyes, still red, darkened with an understanding that wasn't just about forgiveness. he let out a soft whine, nodding at your words. "even then," he breathed.
with a new recognition, you slowly released the pressure on the door. he didn't rush; he just pushed it enough for him to slide through, closing the door softly behind him, the final click sealing you both in the dim foyer.
he towered over you, yet it didn't intimade you, rather it empowered you. you could see the soft tremble on his body as he waited. you reached out and took the crushed flowers from his shaking hand, your fingers brushed against his. tossing the flowers onto the table without looking away from him.
"kneel."
the words were a soft command, and he didn't hesitate. sunghoon, your bodyguard, park sunghoon, had sank to his knees on the marble floor. his head bowed, broad shoulders tensed up.
the sight was beautiful, one that made you realise you had power over him, and he would'nt stop you.
you took a step closer, the hem of your dress brushing his bent knee. you let your gingertips trail from his temple, down to the line of his jaw, tipping his face up to yours. his eyes were glossy and shaking, making you smirk.
"you walked away from me tonight," you said, thumb brushing his lower lip. "you let me think you didn't care about me."
a pained distraught sound escaped his throat. "i care too much, baby. it destroys me."
you let out a soft laugh, your hand going to grip his hair lightly. "then show me," you whispered.
that was all he needed. his hand came up to grasp your hips, not to pull you down, but to anchor himself as he leaned foward, face pressed in the fabric that covered your stomach. his breath was hot and whiney. "i'm sorry," he murmured, words vibrating against your skin. "'m so sorry, i'll never do it again. i'll be good for you. so so good."
his voice was raw, and desperate. he turned his head, lips seeking the skin of your hip bone, kissing you through the silk. his hand slid around your lower back until you were pulled closer and cradled by him. "pleaseโฆ" he whined into you, unsure himself of what he wanted.
you let out a small coo at his words, helping him get you out of the dress. your hands fumbled with the zip at the back before shrugging the dress down, revealing the matching lace bra and thong you had one, the ones that made him water at the mouth. "y'know, babe. i was going to surprise you, but you've been such a bad boy."
the words bad boy rung in his ear, making him wince like a puppy. shaking his head instantly, tears threatning to slip. "nonono, pleaseโ i havent." his hands travelled around your hips, tugging at the waistband of your thong. the rough fingers feel desperate and needy.
a warm laugh vibrated through your chest as you let him peel the lace down your legs, his mouth watering at every inch revealed. "you're soso pretty, baby." he murmured, kissing the inner corner of your thigh.
your fingers threaded through his dark hair, not gently but filled with possessiveness that made him cry. you leaned back against the cool wall of the foyer for support. "show me how good you'll be for me," you whispered, command dark against the quiet penthouse.
a broken needy sound tore from his throat, a whine that was filled with surrender. he didn't hesitate. his hands tightened against your hips, holding you steady as he leaned in, mouth on your slicked hole in an instant, no teasing, nothing. a low moan vibrated against your core as his tongue lapped a desperate stripe through your slick, as if drinking you down was the only thing that could save him.
the taste of you seemed to push him more, a ragged groan echoed through your skin, as his arms wrap around your thighs to pull you even more firmly against his mouth. he wasn't skilled or practiced, rather hungry. his tongue worked on you with a worshipful intensity, his nosse pressed against you, breathing you in like you were his only source of air.
every lap, every suck, was a silent plea, one that wanted to demonstrate his promise. i'll be good, see? i'll be so good.
his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, leaving small nail indents, as you arched into his mouth with a sharp cry, the combination of emotion and way was brutual, short-circuiting your thoughts. this was forgiveness, punishment and pleasure at once.
you felt his tongue dip deep in you, a throbbing pulse. then, as it manuvered through your gummy walls, it found the spot that made you moan louder than usual. the heat rushing through you and walls fluttering around the sudden feeling. he was mercilessly thorough, his tongue stroking a slow deep path before curling.
you let out a sharp gasp from your throat as he pratically abused it, hsi tongue flattening and pressing against your g-spot until the sensation was almost too much pleasure.
"fuck," you moaned out, the words broken. "youโ you're so good."
the praise rushed through him, your hand fisted in his hair, tugging harshly as he groaned against you. the vibrating sound travelling staight to your core, the pain fueling him even more. his efforts redoubled, his tongue working faster, more accureatly, his lips sealed around your clit to suck gently, then harder.
you felt him shift, you heard the rustle of the fabric. then you felt it, the thick, hard line of his erection against your foot. the choked, desperate moan he let out was muted by your cunt, but you felt that as well, the way it mingled with the friction of his tongue.
the senstation was relentless, the wet heat between your legs and the view of sunghoon under you, proof of his own arousal, pushed you to the edge. your hips began to move as if they had a mind of their own, meeting the rhythm of his mouth, your breath came in ragged sobs.
he was worshipping you, serving you as if he was made to, and getting off on your foot from the sheer act of it. the power was intoxication, one where you were both completely lost in the storm you created. your body twitched occasionally, your head hung low as you felt your orgasm approaching. "such a good boy for meโ" you groaned, liquid spilling out of you and down your thigh in an instant.
sunghoon's mouth just there to catch it for you, not spilling a single drop. his hips slowly starting to move like a dog on your foot. moans and whimpers escaping his lips as he felt his own orgasm approaching fast.
your cheast heaved as you watched him, how pathetic he looked. the grip in his hair was more powerful than ever as his hips stuttered, cumming in his boxers. "good boy, came just for me, didn't you?" you mocked, stroking his hair like he your pet.
he whined at your praise, a high, needy sound you'd never heard from him before, leaning into your touch as his teeth grazed your inner thigh in a possessive bite. "yes, yes yes! 'm your good boy, doll, pleaseโฆ!" he cried, looking up at you with the most devastatingly earnest doe eyes you had ever seen.
you could feel the hard line of his cock straining and growing against his trousesrs, pressing into your foot. a low laugh escaping you, the sound of pure power. "eager, aren't we?"
"only for you, princess." he gasped, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary rock against your foot. "always for you."
"c'mere, baby," you hummed, voice dropping to a velvet command. your hands fisted in the crisp, ruined collar of his tuxedo shirt, and you pulled. he rose to his feet in one fluid, powerful motion, his body towering over you, all heat and trembling in his muscles.
but you didn't let him look. you pulled him down, your grip harsh, bringing him face level with yours. his breath came in pants, lips glossy and parted, his eyes dazed with a desperate hunger and surrender.
"let me ride you," you murmured, your nose brushing against his, the words a hot promise against his mouth. "right here, right now. you're going to be so good and let me take what i want, arent you?"
a shudder was visible against his body. he nodded, frantic, beyond words, as his large hands came to cradle your face with a frantic tension. "all yours," he choked out, the words sounding like a cry. "however you want me. however you need me. i'm all yours."
with a slow, wicked smile, you tighted your grip on his hand and pulled. he followed without any resistance, trailing him. you led him towards the cool leather sofa that you earlier sat on, thinking about the very guy you were about to fuck.
with a gentle yet firm push, he sank back onto it, his own eyes wide and dazed, fixated on you. you didn't hesitate, straddling his hips in on smooth motion, settling your weight directly over the growing hardness straining against his trousers.
a gasp escaped him, his hands flying down to your thighs to steady you, grip brusining in intensity. the damp heat of you, had left a dark stain on the wool, but his eyes never left your face. he didnt care about the fabric, the mess, anything,. he had you on him, around him, and that was where he'd only want to exist.
without a word, your gaze locked onto his, your hands slid down the hard planes of his stomach, fingers working quickly of his belt, the buckle obscenely loud. you pushed his trousers and boxers down in one swift efficient motion, with the aide of his hips, a silent yet desperate cooperation.
his cock sprang free, thick and flushed as it slapped against his stomach. beads of precum glistening against the night's light.
"aww," you giggled, the sound dark yet as sweet as honey. you hooked a finger, against his cock, letting it drag against your warm slit. making him jerk in an instant.
you leaned fowards, one hand braced on his shoulder, lips a breath away from his. "is this what you want?" you whispered, voice a promise. "to be quiet and take what he's given by me?"
he could only manage a ragged, choking nod, jaw clenched so hard the muscle ticked in his cheek. his eyes pools of pure need, all his earlier sobbing tears turned into ones of desire. he was absolutely beautiful like this, under you. pleading for you.
you kissed his cheek softly, before guiding his cock into you, the thickness of his tip already enough to make you feel the sting as you pushed down slowly. earning a moan from the both of you, how the heat of your walls wrapped around his cock and the way the pain stretched you.
it was one of the most intoxicating feelings you'd ever known. the solid weight of him underneath you, the way your body settled perfectly against his, that unmistakable, thrilling pressure in your lower belly.
your eyes drifted down, watching the subtle, undeniable shift of your stomach with a deep breath he took. a smirk, wicked and satisfied, touched your lips as you looked up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence.
"look at you," you purred, your own hips giving a tiny, deliberate roll, drawing a sharp, choked gasp from him. "filling me up just like the good boy you promised to be, yeah?"
he nodded rapidly, his eyes wide and dark, fixated on your face. the words seemed beyond him, the hands on your hips werent there to guide anymore, they were there to cling. his fingers pressed into the silk hard enough that you knew there would be marks there later, something to prove his desperation, his need to be good for you.
"ah, ah, ah. use your words, sunghoon," you whispered, leaning foward to brush your nose against his. "tell me."
a sharp inhale tore from him. "yes," he managed, the word strained. "yes. good boy. for you, only you."
the admission so raw and submissive, sent a fresh wave of heat through you. you captured his lips in a kiss filled of possession, swallowing his whimpers and the taste of salt from his earlier tears. he kissed you back with a helpless intensity, large hands trembling as they slid up your back, holding you to him as if you were the only thing in his world.
your hips rolled against his for one last time, until you lifted yourself up, almost completely, drawing a broken, needy sound from his throat. his grip on you tightened, not to force you back, but as a plea, not to let go.
and you answered it.
you slammed back down in a single, pistoned motion that punched the air from his lungs. a shattered moan was torn from him, head falling back to thud against the plush pillow behind him, eyes squeezing shit. his body had locked entirely, back arching at the way you repeatedly dropped down on him like it'd be the last thing you'd ride.
"look at me," you commanded, your own voice breathless.
his eyes flew open, glassy and overwhelmed with pleasure. they were dazed, worshipful, wrecked.
"see?" you breathed, beginning the ruthless thrusts down onto his cock, each lift a teasing promise of return. "this is what happens when you're good, you get to feel everything. you get to have this."
he could only nod, his ability to speak gone. his words weren't just narrowed anymore, but defined by this, by your punishing and sloppy thrusts onto his cock. but how you watched him come completely apart.
you felt his cock twitch inside of you, a sign he'd come soon. "don't." your voice warned, strong and raspy, making him whine and cry, fingers tightening. "wait for me, baby, okay?"
he could only nod, as he tried his best to hold it in. his cock twitched as your movement became faster, a hand going to rub your clit softly for a faster orgasm, stomach and walls clenching around his cock. "feels good, yeah?" you moaned, biting your lips.
"yesyesyes, so goodโ!" he cried, waiting for your command.
your hips stuttered as you let out a loud wail, a gush of strong liquid seeping down onto him, walls clenching him tightly that he couldn't even wait, his own cock twitching as he shot ropes of white cum inside of you. your juices mixed, as his hands tightened and bruised your waist.
after a quick second of silence, which felt like forever, you looked up at his dazed face, tears streaming down, lips puffy and red, and chest heaving softly.
Context: dry humping, first time for everything, re-edit minors dni
A/N: Written and re-edited before the news of the ORV physical copy came out, so I am happy to share this
โGet out of your head.โ You heard him say. Shifting out of your mind to who was speaking to you, you noticed the proximity between the two of you had gotten shorter, Joonghyuk kneeling in front of you, only inches away from your face, โOr I will do it for you.โ He said in a low tone, not in a threatening way, but in a way that wouldnโt cause your focus to be somewhere else, which couldnโt be anyways.
Taking a moment, you breathed in him and exhaled a part of yourself. There was a moment that you couldnโt believe what was happening in front of you, but itโs something that you are craving right now, itโs something that you want more of.
You leaned into him with your eyes closed until your foreheads touched. Joonghyuk didnโt move away from your motion, but allowed it, as if he wanted something like this to happen, but itโs so hard to get a read on someone like him.
Yet, it feels like youโve known him all your life.
โYou might have to.โ You answered hopefully, hoping that the two of you were thinking and wanting the same thing. Hoping that you two can have another dance but finally without your swords.
There was a moment where it felt like time froze around the both of you. You canโt tell if he felt it as well but knowing him, you think he did. Although you thought you may have been wrong about his true intentions, until you felt his lips meet yours.ย
The uncomfortable unfamiliarity hits you immediately, from the weird feeling of another person's lips on yours, the sudden thought of where to put your hands, but the feelings quickly fade as you melted against Joonghyuk. For someone who is so rigid all the time, the way he kisses is different, yet shows his personality and who he is.ย
His lips didnโt move much, only placing a few pecks on yours, a sign for trusting, before he gradually became comfortable, parting his lips to yours again, a sign for trusting you completely.
Your arms automatically went around his neck, you leaning more into him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands spreading on your back. You could feel him get on his knees while one of his hands went to your lower back, that you figured was to guide you onto the grass under you as you got deeper into the kiss.
Quickly, you pulled back and shook your head. โI donโt want to get grass in my hair.โ
Joongyhuk looked at you for a moment, not surprised by your order before he removed his arm from around you. You watched him as he quickly took his jacket and hooked the nape of it onto your head. You took a moment to reach yourย hands up to the jacket and make sure all your hair was under it before you looked back up at Joonghyuk and nodded for him to continue.
His hand went back to where it was on your back as if it never left. He started to guide you down onto the grass and you allowed the guidance, like you are allowing him to take the lead for a dance you didnโt know how to do, which isnโt that much.
Your back, covered by the jacket, landed onto the ground under you. You could feel the cold and wet grass that was previously stamped by your feet. You tried to relax yourself into the ground as Joonghyuk hovered over you. He shifted where he was in between your legs and lowered himself onto you. Wrapping your arms around him, you push yourself up to meet him in a kiss.ย
The kiss was still a bit rough like the first, though there was a soothing feeling that was coming from it. Something that causes you to get the warm feelings in your core and it slowly spreads to the rest of your body. His hands were, at first, clinging to their sides, as if he didnโt know what to do with them, and now, heโs slowly rubbing his hands up the sides of your hips, waist, chest and then back down. Gradually, all the experience that he had gained from his different regressions are seeping out and onto you.
You giggled a bit through the kiss, feeling a little ticklish asย the kiss became more sensual the longer you did it. By now the kiss went from simple lip kissing, getting to each other to more open, and more in sync kiss, slow, yet passionate, it is an experience. Never would you have thought that Yoo Joonghyuk was a decent kisser yet here you are, feeling your tongues connect then release, your heads tilt to the opposite sides and your tongues connect again. There was an overwhelming shock from feeling his tongue at first, yet you didnโt back away because of it. Something about this just makes you want more and more.
Apparently, Joonghyuk is feeling it too, with how his hands went down to your thighs with a bit of a pinch before he pulled them around his waist more, locking himself in between your legs. You moaned slightly when you felt him grind against your area and groaned when you felt him through his pants. Just simple kisses can turn this man on easily? Good to know.ย
So with his hands still on the back of your thighs, holding them in place as he grinded again, groaning slightly into your. You sighed, grinding back and pulling away from the kiss to breathe - but it got stuck in your throat. Immediately, your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt an impact on your lower half, making your underwear become sticky to you. You didnโt realize until it happened once again to know what Joongyuk was doing.
Cursing lightly, he placed his face into your neck, dry humping you after hearing and seeing your reaction. You felt him slowly begin to bite and suck on random places on your neck while he continued. You closed your eyes, tightening your grip on the back of his shirt and moaning again at the unfamiliar sensation. This is like adults that never experienced sex before doing it for the first timeโฆ and this is exactly what it is. Joonghyuk couldnโt help but see himself in this same position, sinking his cock into you, bottoming out, nothing about you or him changed, in fact, the only thing that did change is you both having no clothes on, and he could see himself moving in and out of you just like this.
New feelings, new emotions, new expressions came out of nowhere that neither one had ever felt with someone before. Even though nothing is in one another, just the feeling of the act was enough for the moment. Just imagining being pounded into a bed or even choked is undeniable, but for now, this was enough.
โJoo-โ You moaned out, moving your grip from his back to his arms as he moved to the other side of your neck, not even slowing down on the dry humping which you would never tell him to.
Joonghyuk groaned in response and after finishing his creation of hickeys on you, he placed his forehead on yours. You held eye contact as his repetitive fast humping pattern became a different pattern. It went a bit slower, medium pace, and in between some thrusts, then he grinded. Hard. He could see himself thrusting in and out of you, his dick appearing and disappearing with no end in sight, with his hips meeting yours, creating an alluring sound that he couldnโt help but groan out to, feeling his cum wetting his boxers.
He watched your expression change as you could only gasp when Joonghyuk grinded into you again, you sucked in deep breaths afterwards. When and how did Joonghyuk learn this? It feels like being fucked in a wet dream or something.
You couldnโt help yourself but curse before moving your head over to his neck. A bit of uncertainty was felt from him but you could feel it go away when you bit him. Joonghyuk groaned in your neck, muffling his noises, as you did the same. Your way of muffling though involved his earlier attack on their neck of love bites and hickeys any places that you could reach.
Joonghyuk heard you gasp into his neck when you felt something coming about your core. Your stomach clenching and twisting in a way that was unfamiliar to you, but also in a way that you knew you were close. You bit hard on one of the places on his neck, tightening your grip on his upper arms.ย
โAre you close?โ Joonghyuk asks you, practically groaning out in your ear.ย
You didnโt respond verbally, which he didnโt expect you to do, except with a nod against his neck, continuing with the love bites, causing Joonghyuk to groan loudly as he continued imagining himself thrusting into you, continuing imagining his cum leaking out of you. When you felt like you were done, you pulled back enough to meet eyes with him.
You repeated the question back to him. He nods.
Unsure of what to really do next, you leaned up and kissed him again, your tongue slipping past his lips to connect and intwine again like before. And while the kiss was going, you steadied yourself and thrusted up to meet him, so it wonโt be just Joonghyuk doing everything. A choking sound came from him that caused him to lose his momentum, his hands that were on your thighs slid off and landed on the grass, gripping the dirt tightly in a sudden, his imagination ending immediately as he almost came right then and there. Even though his eyes were closed, they rolled to the back of his head in sudden arousal, something that he didnโt expect.
Placing his hand on your hips, he picks back up his momentum with a low growl coming out from his throat, imagining in his head that he was thrusting into your gaping hole that was screaming for him, instead of the clothes acting as barriers between the two of you. With no more words needed, you came first and then he, after a few more thrusts, came afterwards.
You both came in your clothes which probably isnโt the most sanitary or hygienic of places to orgasm in, but at least there wasnโt a possibility of catching a case for this being their first times, or even catching something in the trying times like this.
The passionate and slow kiss never ended until after you both came, finally releasing each other. You breathed heavily against the ground while looking at Joonghyuk breathing, a bit out of breath, yet as if this was some regular sword fight.
โWhat kind of stamina do you have?โ You questioned Joonghyuk, breathing heavily in between each word.
The swordsman stared at you with flushed cheeks. โObviously a lot more than you do.โย
You are both the most diligent worker at Sakamoto's Store and the most hypersexual person that Shin knows. Overhearing your thoughts and accidentally seeing your fantasies routinely leads to profound psychic damage for him, as well as the most poorly timed boners in the world.
All of this only gets worse when the two of you start hooking up.
6k words. comedy, smut. all the sex scenes are vanilla; however, the reader constantly reads and thinks about horny fanfiction tropes including: free use, omegaverse, and breeding. these are all mentioned but not discussed in detail. warning: the reader has a warped/unhealthy relationship with her sexuality, this fic is about shin fixing her with his stroke game lol. credits to @/cafekitsune for the dividers and @hansolen for the fic brainrot <3
You are the worst coworker that Shin has ever had.
This is saying a lot, given that he's worked with countless two-bit assassins who could barely a handle a gun (no one he worked with in his late teenage years could hold a candle to Mr. Sakamoto, truly), as well as Lu, who can barely orient herself within the store. You are, in contrast, brutally efficient with your work, incredible with the customers, and very cooperative with Shin. You even know how to handle a gun, and you do it with such pinpoint precision that it's always nonlethal despite being brutally debilitating. (Your skill level does hold a candle to Mr. Sakamoto in this respect, and Shin wonders if his boss has given you some kind of private trainingโa thought that fills him with such jealousy that it makes him want to chew on the sale stickers in his hands.) There's just one problem.
You are probably the horniest person alive, and Shin is about to lose his fucking mind listening to your thoughts.
Now, Shin is used to hearing the unfiltered stream of consciousness of the average human being. This naturally includes carnal desires here and there. Heโs desensitized to most peopleโs erotic fantasies about their favourite gravure idol, memories of their last sexual encounter, intrusive thoughts about their friends, et cetera. He habitually tunes it out. But whereas a regular person might have these thoughts once or twice a day, you seem to have them once or twice an hour. And none of your thoughts are ever brief or underdeveloped. They usually last at least ten minutes each, with detailed internal monologuing and accompanying 8K UltraHD visuals, and you really only ever stop when you're trying to remember a code at the till or doing some quick mental math with the accounts.
Needless to say, Shin tries to keep you at the register as much as possible.
You used to tell yourself (in your head) that your mental fixation on sex was a natural consequence of your dry spell. After quitting the assassin life, you'd been celibate for the first time in at least a decade, forced to attain sexual gratification with nothing but masterfully written fanfiction and your vast collection of vibrators. (Your favourite one is hot pink, seven inches, rabbit eared. You sometimes have trouble getting it to fit, but itโs worth it for the way you cum when you do, and this knowledge makes Shin want to die.) You were convinced that getting laid would bring you enough relief to stop thinking about sex every hour of the day. You had thought that you'd go back to โnormalโ after that, though Shin doesn't know what โnormalโ entails for you. (One free-use fantasy a day instead of twelve? Daydreams strictly featuring humans rather than tentacle monsters? It's hard to say.)
Regardless, Shin had to agree: surely, there would be a limit to your sex-obsessed thoughts. It made a lot of sense that you were simply frustrated and in need of an outlet. Naturally, after sleeping with you, he'd expected your thoughts to quiet down.
(YesโShin slept with you. It was an accident, through and through, and he routinely feels bad about it. He'd been meaning to ask you out, treat you to dinner, maybe even get you flowers depending on the vibe. The type of thing that Mr. Sakamoto did for Aoi, when they first started dating. If everything went well, then you two could consider getting intimate. His interest in you has nothing to do with sex, after allโno, not even the fact that you've had explicit fantasies about deepthroating him while he works the cash. He'd die if you ever tried that, actually.
The plan was always to take things slow and maybe even start a relationship if the two of you really hit it off. He'd even asked Mr. Sakamoto for advice on what a civilian romance should look like! But then Shin walked you back to your apartment one night when you were feeling down, and you invited him upstairs, and one thing led to another, and, wellโฆ it turns out that you aren't the type of person to take things slow. Or think about relationships. Shinโs never overheard any thoughts from you about actually dating him, come to think of it. And no, before you askโthat doesn't bother him. Not at all. Not one bit.)
To both his surprise and yours, getting laid somehow had the opposite effect on you. Rather than being calmed, you're somehow even hornierโand now all your horny thoughts are about Shin.
It's nonstop. Shin can't believe it. Whereas you used to think about all sorts of people in your sexual fantasies (mostly your fanfiction men, but also some BL characters, occasionally Keanu Reeves, and very often that Nagumo guy), you now think solely of Shin. You're thinking about him right now, pausing as you finish restocking the onigiri.
Shin can hear every single thought from across the room, the way you feel the edges of your sanity fraying with the memory of his touch. The whole day, you've been remembering how it felt to have your pussy stretched around his cock, how it felt to have his hands on your curves, how he seemed to know exactly how to touch your body to make you keen. (Shin admits he cheated; a little ESP goes a long way in bed.) You soaked the sheets when you finally came, and he kissed you relentlessly through your orgasm. It made you so horny that you had to immediately go another round.
No other manโs ever made you cum like that, you keep thinking. You've fucked more people than you can count, but not a single person has ever felt so good inside you. The realisation is driving you crazy, and Shin feels like he's about to go crazy with you. In the absence of a cold shower, he wants to shove himself into the freezer right now. There's no other way to get rid of his raging boner.
How did it feel so fucking good?! you keep thinking, oblivious to his struggles. I need his cock inside me again. I need him to hit it raw this time. I need him to bend me over the counter and cum in my pussy right nowโ
It makes him want to die, listening to your thoughts. It also confuses him, somewhat: he isn't that experienced, and objectively heโs a little clumsy in bed. His performance is probably mid in the grand scheme of things, which makes him wonder why you feel like his dick is heaven-sent.
But more than anything, Shin wonders if you ever think about anything other than his dick. Sex isn't the only thing the two of you have done together. The first time you hooked up, he'd spent the night at your place. You clung to him in his sleep and you drooled on his chest and he thought it was kinda funny. He was careful not to wake you as he wiped your chin. Youโd cooked him breakfast by the time he'd woken up: homemade miso, fresh rice, tamagoyaki. He made you burnt coffee after. You gave him a goodbye kiss, which somehow turned into a goodbye blowjob, which then escalated into wasting the day together in bed. You were really cuddly the whole time, and Shin could hear you think, how weird, I hate it when people hold me, and I hate it when people kiss me, but you liked it from Shin. You liked it so much that your pussy started dripping, and then what else could you do but suck him off again? (He returned the favour, of course.)
There was a lot more than just fucking, but you never think about any of that other stuff. You only ever think about his stroke game.
Not that that bothers Shin. Not at all. Not one bit.
By noon, he reaches his limit.
Shin considers himself a responsible guy and dedicated employee. He'd ordinarily never want to take off in the middle of the day to fool around with youโor anyone elseโbut it's his lunch break, and he has to get you to stop fantasizing. His dick is so hard that it's painful, and even with the apron it's getting tricky to cover up. As soon as the clock hits 12, he's throwing it off and making a beeline for you.
โWe need to talk,โ he says, grabbing you by the hand, and the face you make is so giddy that he can't help but sigh. Youโre practically beaming as you take off your apron and say bye to Lu. Weโll be back in 30! you tell her in a sing-song voice, because youโre a very conscientious worker even when outrageously horny.
โYou heard my thoughts?โ you ask as the two of you climb the stairs to his room, and he snorts.
โHow couldn't I?โ He gives you a miserable look, cheeks flushing. โWere you doing that on purpose the whole morning?โ
โNo.โ He raises a brow. โI'm seriousโI wasn't trying to cause any trouble for you! It's justโฆโ You bite your lip, and it takes all of Shinโs self-control to stop himself from staring at its glossy sheen. โI really just need to be touched again.โ
โI don't believe you,โ he says as he pulls you into his room.
โYou're an esper! You should know I'm telling the truth!โ
โI also know you like to torture me with your thoughts.โ
โWell, yeahโฆโ You smile at him, sheepish. โBut I really just need a bit of relief. Want me to prove it to you?โ
There's a sudden glint in your eye that makes Shin nervous, out of his depth. Sometimes he gets the feeling that you want to eat him alive, and he never knows how to handle it. Heโs never gotten this level of attention before, and never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd get it from someone like you.
(Yeahโyou're way out of Shin's league. For all his plans of a civilian romance, he wasnโt sure if he could actually score a date with you. He still isn't sure if he can score one. He's also not sure heโll survive this encounter.)
He swallows. โProve itโฆ?โ
โUh huh.โ You look so pretty right now, sitting on the edge of his bed. โLet me show you.โ
You read too much hentai. Shin knows this firsthand (you read a lot of it on the clock, and all the images get blasted right into his prefrontal cortex), but he can also tell from how you act. Itโs just way too fucking outrageous when you spread your legs for him, pulling up your skirt, and he's greeted not by the sight of your panties (you wore a lacy pair to work and kept bending over in hopes of flashing himโyou had not been shy at all in this thought), but your bare, glistening cunt.
No fucking way.
โYouโve been working like that?!โ he blurts out, mildly horrified even though his dick is jumping at the sight of you. You laugh, and you conjure up your panties from somewhere. They dangle from your fingertips, sheer and drenched.
โTook them off as we came up here. They're useless now anyway, seeโโtheyโve been soaked through for hours, and my thighs are all stickyโโand besidesโฆ I wanted to give you easy access.โ
He thinks he's going to pass out.
โEasy access,โ he repeats stiffly, bright red.
โUh huh. Wanted to be efficientโwe only have, what, twenty minutes?โ Before he can even react, you're already turning around, bending over for him, ass up. From this angle, he can see just how wet you areโand how you're clenching around nothing, your cunt empty and needing to be filled. You glance over your shoulder, give him a teasing smile. โWhat are you waiting for?โ
Itโs a wonder that Shin doesn't cum on the spot, really. Like he saidโhe isn't an experienced guy. He's never slept with anyone so forward, or soโwell. Smoking hot, for lack of better word. Half of him has a mind to just stand there and say that he can't believe you, and half of him has a mind to fuck you like you've been hoping all morning. Thankfully, this latter half of him wins outโprobably for the better. If he helps you work this out of your system, you'll probably stop assaulting his mind with all your horny thoughts and his dick can exist in peace for the rest of the afternoon. Right?
Right?
(He ends up being extremely wrong.)
By the time he's pulled down his pants, put a condom on, and started pushing inside you, the two of you have seventeen minutes left. He worries briefly that it won't be enough time to get you to cum (nor him, though that isn't his goal currently), but it turns out to be a non-issue. Your pussy swallows his cock easily, stretching around him so perfectly that he nearly chokes. He always hears you talking about how sex with him feels leagues better than with any other person, but heโs not sure if you know that the same is true for him. No one's ever felt as good as you, and it takes every ounce of willpower in him not to cum immediately.
You're already close to the edge, too. Probably pent up from squeezing your thighs together all morning and thinking about his touch. You moan in a way that is obscene, like something out of an AVโbut Shin knows that it isn't a performance. He can feel your body and hear your thoughts, all the genuine bliss you get from being filled up. When he starts moving, it's with intent. He fucks you like youโve been fantasising all day, all weekโwith a relentless pace, focused on giving you nothing but pleasure. You tighten around him like you were made for him, andโ
โapparently you feel like you're being used? Like a hole? The fuck! Shin almost stops mid-stroke to balk at youโhe wouldn't do that to you!โbut then you moan and he feels you getting wetter at the thought, and then he has no choice but to keep going. He's not about to kill your high.
Nine minutes left. Your clit is throbbing, neglected, and as soon as you think about touching yourself, Shinโs fingers are circling it instead and making you keen. He hits the spot inside you that has your eyes rolling back and your spine arching beautifully, and you canโt speak with your mouth, but he hears you anyway: the begging, the neediness, right there right there you're doing so good Shin you feel so good don't stop don't stop don't, don'tโ
โOh fuck,โ you whimper, pressing your face into the sheets, and then Shin feels you pulsing around him, drenching him. He gets dragged over the edge with you, gasping sharply as he finds his own release. You collapse as he twitches inside you, spilling himself inside the condom, and he almost snorts when he hears you thinking, wish you were cumming in my pussy instead. Do it raw next time, okay?
โYou know we have to use a condom,โ he says between pants.
โBut I'm on birth control! Read my mindโyou know I'm telling the truth!โ
โAnd I also know that birth control is only 93% effective,โ he says, rolling his eyes. He glances at the clock. โC'monโwe only have five minutes until our lunch break ends.โ
It feels a little weird, rushing you. Heโs never had a quickie before, but he understands that you can't exactly take your time with cleaning up afterwards. Still, he thinks about what it was like the last time the two of you did thisโhow slow and soft it was after, how he stayed inside you for a bit, how he kissed you long and cleaned you up carefully. It just felt like the right thing to do after sleeping with someone, especially given that that someone was you. He'd much prefer to do that right now.
But you are both punctual workers, and anyway Shinโs heard enough of your idle thoughts to know that youโre fairly apathetic to aftercareโyou never expect it, and youโre never particularly sad when you don't get it. Sometimes you even fantasize about being used roughly and then discarded (a thought that he finds so unpleasant that it instantly kills his boner every time).
So it's probably fine to rush back downstairs, he figures. He throws you some wipes, lets you clean yourself up. You do it without complaint. You're not upset. He can even hear your mind humming with satisfaction, coming down from the highs of sensory pleasure.
Which is why he's confused when he hears you think, Huh. That didn't feel as good as I thought it would.
It's not like it felt bad.
This is what Shin hears all afternoon: You had a good time. You generally like being treated like a hole. You hadn't thought that Shin would have it in him to do that (neither did he, he admits), but it was kind of thrilling that he did. You want him to do it again for sure. He hit your g-spot with the kind of precision that only an esper can manage, and your vision nearly went white as you found your climax.
And that's what matters, right? You came. You had an orgasm. The little death. The ultimate goal of sex. You used to have a hard time with it, but after so many missions your body started to enjoy sex and now you cum very easily. And you came very easily with Shin, so that means you must enjoy having sex with him too, right?
But it was better the first time you had sex. Objectively better. You came way harder. You even squirted during your second round with him! Your orgasm was so intense that you felt blissed out for the rest of the night, and even the morning after. When you woke up and realised that Shin was not only still there, but also holding you, it made you so horny that you nearly woke him up with a blowjob. It was only with great self-control that you woke him up with breakfast instead.
You donโt feel like that right now, though. You don't feel horny and you don't feel like cooking and the euphoria of your orgasm melted away a while ago. You just feel sort ofโฆ empty.
You don't feel bad, though. It's a beautiful day. The char siu bao in your hand is incredibly fragrant. Piisuke is on your shoulder and chirping in your ear. Shin looks really handsome in his apronโdid you know that, Shin? you ask him in your mindโand he goes bright red at this thought and looks away. You don't feel bad, you mentally reassure him. You just don't feel as good as you thought you would.
But Shin does feel bad. He feels miserable, actually. He's not a very experienced guy, but even he can tell that youโre the type of person who needs to be held after having sex. It seems like you probably don't realise it, but it's clear as day to Shin, and for the rest of the afternoon he hates himself for not having done it. It wouldnโt have had to be for very long.
Lu could have covered for an extra fifteen minutes, he keeps thinking. Fuck!
Eventually, you ask him to come over in the evening, and he scrambles to agree, desperate for a do-over.
Shinโs not really good at this hook-up business.
Nowโhe isn't exactly good at relationships either, but he feels exceptionally awkward about coming over to your place with the express purpose of having sex. He isn't familiar with dick appointment etiquette, especially not appointments involving a friend. Was he meant to bring a gift? A Netflix movie recommendation? It would have felt wrong to show up completely empty-handed, so he ends up bringing your favourite snacks and two bottles of Pocari Sweat. If this is anything like the first time he stayed over, you'll probably both need it.
You're delighted by the snacks and amused by the drinks. He wrestles with himself over what kind of small-talk to makeโthereโs a PS5 out right now, and your TV screen is paused on Leon Kennedyโs face, so maybe he can start a conversation about the horror genre? He watches a lot of filmsโbut you're dragging him into your room before he can overthink it.
โI missed you,โ you say, voice all sweet with affection as you straddle his lap.
โIt's been two hours,โ he points out, somehow managing not to stammer.
โEight hours since we fucked.โ
โThat's not very long at all.โ
โFelt like forever to me.โ Your whisper is so tender in his ear, incongruent with the absolute filth you're thinking about right now. You need his cock so, so badโyouโd have it inside you 24/7 if you could have it your way, though he's also free to help himself to your body at any hour of the day. Sure, he can't smoke on the premises, but there's no rule against hiking up your skirt and pushing your panties to the side so he canโ
โI wouldn't do that in the store!โ he squawks, and you giggle.
โThen you should start taking me up to your room more often.โ
Shin would be more than happy to host you, actually. Heโs been thinking lately about having you over for dinnerโAoiโs been teaching him how to cookโand getting to know you better, in a non-Biblical way. But Shin knows that's not what you mean. You want him to carry you upstairs without asking and to throw you onto his bed and to fuck you into the mattress. You want to go back to your shift without your panties, his cum dripping out of your pussy and sliding down yourโ
โYou really want me to finish inside you,โ Shin remarks, bewildered at your sheer obsession over it, and you tilt your head.
โDon't you?โ
โNo. I mean, yes. I meanโwe shouldn't. It's, uh. Risky. I don't want to get you, y'knowโฆ pregnantโฆโ His dick twitches in a way that makes him grateful that you don't have ESP. He's realising something about himself that he absolutely cannot think about, and which you would absolutely exploit if you figured out. He clears his throat, hoping he looks normal. โLike. You know. It's better to be on the safe side.โ
You study him carefully. โI dunno, Shin.โ You smile knowingly. โI don't think I'd mind it if you wanted to breed me.โ
Shin is going to die.
The next twenty minutes pass in a horny blur. The two of you spend it all over each other, his cock sliding along your openingโdangerously close to pushing in. You beg him for just the tip, both verbally and mentallyโpleaaase Shin please please please it'd be so easy, I'm still stretched out from before, you know it'd feel goodโand he's watched enough adult films to know that this is a blatant trap. He somehow pulls away, and immediately feels bad at the crushed expression you make, so he decides he has no choice but to make it up to you by putting his head between your thighs. Within minutes heโs sucking on your clit and making you keen, his fingers curling inside you. He knows your orgasm is intense both from the way you gush all over his face and how your mind goes pleasantly, blissfully quiet for a moment.
It doesn't stay quiet for long.
The most debauched image possible comes to his mindโyou, underneath him, your legs folded into a mating press as you take his cock. Heโs giving you another load, pumping you full. It's filling up your womb, and you'll definitely get pregnaโ
โYouโre fucking evil,โ he groans. โAnd you read way too much hentai. Those visuals were so goofy.โ
You laugh, unbothered. โSorry, I'll adjust them for realism next time.โ
โPlease don't,โ he begs, even though he knows he's going to spend the next week being mentally assaulted by your breeding kink fantasies. He just hopes they stay relatively normal and don't devolve into the weird omegaverse stuff. Or the monsterfucking stuff. Or the gangbang scenarios. Please, God, anything but the gangbang fantasies. Heโll scream if you imagine another threesome with him and that invisible asshole who kidnapped Lu. Heโll simply resign if you add Nagumo.
To your profound disappointment, Shin ends up using a condom. He doesn't give you much time to feel sad about it, settling quickly between your legs and practically knocking the breath out of you as he thrusts into you. Heโs left kind of breathless too. You weren't lyingโyou are still stretched out from earlier in the day, wet and pliant for him, and there's hardly any resistance as he starts pumping into you. He watches you carefully, laid out underneath himโyour eyes squeezing shut as you're made to take his cock. Your mind goes a little quiet again, overwhelmed by pleasure. It's simultaneously a blessing and a curse: Shinโs finally getting a break from your psychic teasing, but the knowledge that he's fucking you dumb is doing something horrible to him.
He changes his angle, and a whimper leaves you. You tighten and gush around him in a way that makes it obvious what heโs hitting; he doesn't need ESP to know to keep doing it. Still, your thoughts are going haywire, a tangle of desire, and it's impossible for him to ignore. I need, he keeps hearing as your thighs starts to twitch, as you start tearing up, I need I need I need I needโ
Your eyes land on his lips, and Shin hears you.
His kiss is open-mouthed, clumsy, but youโre hungry for it anyway. Youโre panting into each otherโs mouths when you start pulsing around Shinโs dick, and you end up cumming so hard on his cock that it's dizzying for you both. He fucks you through your orgasm, and it's only when you're glassy-eyed and limp beneath him that he finally lets himself finish. He pulls back as he does, gasping sharply, but not for longโyou draw him back in quickly, clinging to him as you seek out another kiss. The two of you stay like that for a long momentโstill connected, breaths heavy with exhaustion, lips slow and lazy against each other.
โEnjoy yourself more this time?โ Shin asks, and you hum sweetly against his mouth. Youโre still too mindless from your orgasm to form any real thoughts, but Shin can tell that you don't really want to talk. You want to keep kissing him. And you want him to hold you while you do it, which he happily obliges.
Some ten minutes later, you make a small noise of protest when Shin pulls out of you, and it turns into a look of outright betrayal when he gets up. Shinโs heart clenches immediately.
โJust getting stuff to clean up,โ he explains, and you relax visibly.
โOh,โ you say. โRight.โ
You seem antsy. You feel antsy. You're antsy because you just realised how much you like kissing Shin. Specifically, you've realised that kissing him elevates your orgasms into mind-blowing experiences, and now you're questioning every other orgasm you've had. Maybe I don't actually enjoy sex that much? you wonder. Or maybe I always needed to be kissed to enjoy it more? Wait, no. I hate it when people kiss me. It's gross. Except for when it's Shin. Why Shin? Hmโฆ that apron must really be doing something for me.
Your head hurts. Shin patiently watches you replay your past experiences in your head, comparing all those nights with this one, and he canโt help but frown. Deeply. Your eyes go wide when he gives you an alarmed look at one particular memory.
โShit, sorry! I forgot youโd see all that.โ
โNo, I'm sorry,โ he says, feelingโnot for the first timeโguilty about his powers. โIf I could turn it off, I would.โ
โDon't be sorry. You can't help it. That'd be like if I were sorry for breathing.โ But despite your easy words, youโre watching him carefully, and your mind is stirring in an unsettling way. I'm nervous? you realise. Your heart is beating in a way that suggests a flight or fight response. It gets worse the longer you stare at him. Why am I nervous? Tell me, Shin.
โI wouldn't know.โ Except heโs got a good guess, and he'd rather die than say it out loud because it would be embarrassing for you both if he were wrong. He'd have to resign. Nevertheless, he tries to guide you in a specific direction: โHave you really never liked it when people kissed you?โ
โNo,โ you reply immediately. โI don't see the point of kissing during sex.โ
He gives you a long look. โWhat if itโs not just sex? What if it's just a regular kiss on a regular day with, like, a partner? Someone you're really serious about.โ He blinks at the confused stare you're giving him. โYou mean you don't like that either?โ
It's suddenly very noisy. Shin can hear your mind buzzing as you stare at the ceiling of your room, not with coherent sentences so much as shapeless confusion. His skin crawls with the echo of your discomfort; it's a wonder you aren't slipping out from the sheets to run away.
โ...I don't know,โ you finally decide. โI don't have much real dating experience.โ
โHuh? Youโve said before that you've dated lots of guys.โ
โUm.โ Youโre careful not to look at him. โYeah, I guess. They all sucked though. I, like, wanted to kill every single one of my exes.โ
โLike they were shitty boyfriends?โ
No, like they were assassination targets, you think, and Shin has to keep a straight face as you reply, โYeah, something like that.โ
You rarely lie to Shin. You did it somewhat frequently until you figured out that he was capable of ESP, and then you stopped because you didn't see a point anymore. You only do it now when there's something you really don't want to talk about, so Shin relents. He focuses on cleaning himself up, and he interrupts the tense hum of your thoughts when he turns his attention to you. By the time he's finished and slid back into bed, your more complicated emotions have vanished, and you're back to marveling at the quality of the orgasm you just had. Apparently you like to keep things fairly simple in your inner world.
When Shin puts an arm around you, he can hear your pleasant surpriseโand your immediate desire to press into him.
You're so happy just being held by him, it's shocking. And painfully endearing. Shin tries to pretend not to notice the warm glow of your thoughts, as well as your confusion over them: surely the simple act of being close to someone can't feel so good. Maybe the whole kissing thing was just a coincidence and Shin happened to be hitting it just right when your lips met. Or maybe he used his ESP on you to make you cum extra hard and he's still influencing you, and that's why you feel so tenderhearted right now.
โMy powers only allow me to read minds,โ he tells you. โI can't control other people.โ
โAw,โ you say, โthat's too bad. I bet forced orgasms with ESP would feel amazing.โ
โ...โ
Shin realises something else about himself that he absolutely cannot let you know. Thankfully for him, you're none the wiser. Your mindโs somewhere else entirely when you climb on top of him, smiling neatly. Mind you, what you're thinking is still making him feel nervous. He's always a little out of his depth with you.
โShinโฆโ
You lean in, breath sweeping over his lips. His heart jumps.
โY-yeah?โ
โI'm still confused about how that felt so good.โ
โIโve noticed.โ
You hold back a laugh. โYeah, I guess you would have.โ Then you give him an apologetic look. โSorry I'm so stuck on it. I just thought I knew my body, y'know? I felt like I had tried everything worth trying. Sex was starting to feel boring, including the freaky stuff. But this is very new to me.โ
This close up, Shin can feel the brush of your lashes when they flutter. See the glossy swell of your lips from all the kissing. Take in the fragrance of your hair. He starts to feel dizzy. โI-is it? I don't think we've been doing anything, uh. Crazy.โ
โI didn't think so either.โ Your thumb traces his lip. You're thinking about kissing him again, and you're also thinking about riding him as you do it. โI can't help but want to try it a few more times, you know? Just to make sure it wasn't a fluke.โ
โA few more times,โ he repeats, and you smile.
โYou don't have anywhere you need to be tonight, do you?โ
The two of you get two hours of sleep that night, and you end up going through both bottles of Pocari Sweat and all the snacks. There's no time for breakfast or burnt coffee the morning after; you make the executive decision to just eat something at the store instead. Shin leaves behind a toothbrush and you tell him he should also bring an extra set of clothes next time. He tries not to get too excited about the fact that there's going to be a next time. He fails.
Mr. Sakamoto sees the two of you as you make it to work just on time together and immediately figures out what's happened. Shin gets a mental reprimand for not marrying you first, and the disappointment from Mr. Sakamoto is so strong that he briefly considers resigning out of disgrace. But he stays on, and the days pass, and your relationship with him remains the same. Sort of.
Because, see. Now that you're regularly getting laid, your horny thoughts have finally (finally!) calmed down. You now have one free-use fantasy a day instead of twelve, and your daydreams only occasionally feature tentacle monsters. You do like to torture Shin with breeding kink scenarios, but that's only once a day, and they never involve any other guys. Shin considers this a victory, respite from the psychic agony that he was previously experiencing.
There's just one problem.
You want to kiss Shin all the time now, and it's making him feel like the horniest person alive.
He can't believe it. He doesn't have a particularly strong sex drive, and he rarely ever has sexual fantasies. But holy shit is he having them a lot now, and he can't say it's strictly your fault.
You spend most of the day now thinking about what it felt like to kiss him in bed, and what it felt like to hold his hand as he moved inside you, and what it felt like to be in his arms afterwards. What it would feel like if you were to do those things that you used to hateโkissing someone, linking fingers, embracing themโwith Shin. Not just in bed, but on a regular day, out in the open. In a secluded park somewhere, or maybe at the top of a Ferris wheel, or even on a random street corner if the mood is right. All of these daydreams are usually followed by very explicit fantasies about public, unprotected sex, but the kissing is the most important part of it. The subsequent creampies are pretty significant too, but not nearly as much as the bits where you make out.
And somehow, the thought of cumming in you is not the part of the fantasy that's driving Shin crazy.
You give him a meaningful look. A week ago, this would have been a sign that you wanted him to bend you over the counter and give you backshots. Now it means you want to sneak away to kiss him and hold hands, and this makes him want to do things to you that would get him fired immediately.
Shin sighs, and he contemplates shoving himself into the freezer.
END
I wrote this with one hand and did not proofread it. my apologies if you see any errors. I just needed to be free of these thoughts asap. release me...
PS - I know the Resident Evil/Leon Kennedy mention must have felt very random, but it's set-up for potential future sequels haha.
loewkey suggestive giggles, i just made this to thirst over yjh's chest belt and boobs, we a FREAK, #NEED yjh in me or i need to be in yjh
You were so not going to stare.
Absolutely not.
You had dignity. Poise. An ounceโmaybe twoโof self-control. You were a working artist, a professional with deadlines and commissions and paint constantly under your nails. You were not, under any circumstances, the kind of person to drool over a man in broad daylight, least of all a military man with arms that could snap a tank in half and a voice so deep it probably registered on submarine radar.
And yet.
There he stood.
Yoo Joonghyuk.
Colonel Yoo.
God-tier military thirst trap in the flesh.
You almost dropped your damn sketchbook.
He hadnโt even tried. That was the worst part. Just casually strolled into your shared friendโs little rooftop barbecue like he didnโt look like the cover model for a limited edition tactical gear calendar. His military uniform jacket was unzipped, revealing a black turtleneck that was clinging to every ridge of his torso like it was in love with himโtight across his chest, dark from sweat, and tucked into his combat pants that were cinched at the thighs with belts. Not utility ones. Strapped ones. Leather. Firm. Secure. With buckles. His legs looked like they'd been sculpted out by the gods themselves
And then the goddamn garter belt.
You werenโt even sure it was standard-issue. It was clipped across his chest diagonally, the matte strap hugging across his chest in a way that made your brain blue screen. There were loops for holsters, dog tags, radio units, none of which mattered, because you were too busy biting your tongue and trying not to combust on the spot.
You swore you could see the indentation of his body through that top. You were not okay.
โYouโre staring.โ
His voice dropped beside you like a missile. You flinched,actually flinchedโbecause youโd been caught ogling him like a starving stray cat looking through a butcher shop window.
You looked up.
And up.
And up.
He had the audacity to look annoyed, as if he hadnโt walked in here dressed like a whole problem. Arms crossed, biceps bulging under the sleeves, jaw clenched like someone had personally offended him by existing. And that pink blush was absolutely not from the sun.
โIโm sketching,โ you lied, flipping your sketchbook open and making a valiant attempt at pretending you werenโt salivating behind your lips.
โThatโs a drawing of a gun,โ he said flatly, eyeing the page.
You flipped to another.
โThatโs also a gun.โ
โItโs a metaphor,โ you said quickly. โFor war. And restraint. Andโฆ inner conflict.โ
He squinted at you, hard. The tips of his ears were red now. Good. If you were going to die from thirst, he could go down with you.
You leaned back against the wall, crossing your arms with the most fake-ass casual tone you could muster. โSo. Is the garter belt, like, a regulation thing or are you just trying to cause international incidents?โ
Joonghyuk choked.
Like, actual full body stiffen, jaw tighten, eyes wide, sound leaves the building kind of choke. His hands twitched at his sides like he couldnโt decide whether to fold them or hide behind the grill.
โItโs a load-bearing harness,โ he gritted out, like that clarified anything.
โRight,โ you nodded solemnly. โSo if I hang off of it, itโll hold?โ
โYouโre deranged.โ
โJust saying. Thatโs a very strong-looking strap.โ
His hand slapped to his forehead. โYou are not allowed to talk anymore.โ
โIโll stop talking if you tell me where else you keep those straps,โ you said with a slow blink, lips parting into a mock-innocent smile. โLikeโฆ thighs?โ
The silence that followed was filthy.
Not because of anything said, but because of the imagery.
Because you knew.
You knew.
Youโd seen the glint of it under the hem of his combat pants when he shifted to grab a soda from the cooler earlier. Just a flash of the belt hugging around thick muscle, a silver buckle winking at you like sin incarnate.
You were a painter. You remembered details.
Joonghyuk visibly short-circuited.
His eyes dropped to the floor, jaw tensed so hard you could hear his teeth grinding. He looked like he wanted to throttle you with his bare hands or run into the ocean. Probably both.
Then, quietly like it pained him-he muttered, โItโs for holding knives.โ
โOh, same,โ you breathed. โI like to hold knives too. Emotionally.โ
โI am leaving.โ
He turned on his heel so fast it made wind. But you saw the way his ears were crimson, his posture just a little too tense. You grinned and leaned into the wall, smugly watching him stalk across the rooftop like a flustered lion.
Youโd won.
Your sketchbook was still open on your lap, but instead of guns, you started idly sketching out that damn thigh strap, the perfect curve of his leg beneath it, the angles of tension and strength and maybe a note in the corner-โThigh belt: For artistic purposes only.โ
Another note:
God help me, Iโm going to flirt with him until he arrests me.
It was purely for the sake of art.
Absolutely, one-hundred-percent, no ulterior motive involved.
You sat cross-legged on a shady patch of grass near the base's open-air training field, sketchbook in your lap, pencil dancing lazily between your fingers. Your face was passive, maybe even bored. A gentle breeze passed, rustling your loose shirt, and the only sign of life on your expression was the slow lift of your brow as you squinted at your subject.
Colonel Yoo Joonghyuk. Doing pushups.
God must have looked at him and said, โLetโs just go feral with the physique.โ
And then did. Repeatedly. With no regrets.
He was shirtless today.
Shirtless.
No tank top. No jacket. No distraction. Just pure, unfiltered male warfare happening twenty feet in front of you. His back arched with each press upward, muscles taut and carved like a sculpture from wrath and divine punishment. His arms flexed with every slow push, veins snaking up his forearms, sweat sliding down his spine like it was trying to seduce you too.
You hadnโt spoken a word in ten minutes.
You were just sketching.
Blunt graphite lines captured the bend of his shoulders, the sharp tilt of his jaw when he turned to the side, the wild mess of black hair sticking to his temple. Your fingers moved without hesitation, precise, practiced. This wasnโt new. Youโd drawn plenty of human forms before. But youโd never drawn this man, and that made all the difference.
ni hao fine shyt
His body was a battlefield. A museum piece. An obsession you were trying very hard not to frame on your bedroom wall.
Your eyes flicked back to him. His belts were still on. Of course they were. The thigh straps flexed with each movement, riding up against the thick muscle of his legs with every pushup.
You added a separate full-body outline to the side. Shirtless. Focused. Knees barely touching the ground. And next to it, his face-a scowl etched into marble, thick eyebrows furrowed with concentration. You shaded in his lips with careful detail. Slightly parted. Probably swearing under his breath.
Then-
His gaze flicked toward you.
Mid-pushup. Still hovering just above the ground. His expression faltered.
You didnโt blink.
You stared right back.
โ...What,โ he gritted out, voice low and already breathless.
You tilted your head slightly. โYouโre off-rhythm.โ
โIโm not-โ He grunted as he pushed up again, more aggressively this time. โIโm training. What are you doing.โ
You held up your sketchbook.
He squinted. His eyes caught the page and froze.
And then.
It hit him.
The full-body rendering. The glistening back muscles. The chest belts. Youโd shaded in the strap lines across his chest, for Godโs sake. You even added a note that just said โHoly fuck look at this man*โ in the margin like a cursed annotation.
You watched the chaos unfold in real time.
Yoo Joonghyuk, Cold-hearted, iron-blooded, highest-ranking combat freak in the Air Force, had a visible meltdown.
His elbows buckled. He stumbled as he got up. His eyes snapped to your face like you were the criminal here and he was preparing for execution.
โYou-why-delete it.โ
โItโs a drawing.โ
โBurn it.โ
โNo.โ
โYou drew my chest.โ
โYou put belts on your chest,โ you said plainly.
His mouth opened. No words came out. He looked like a cat thrown in water.
โI can see that,โ he growled.
You looked at him, completely deadpan. โYouโre very symmetrical. Itโs helpful for anatomy studies.โ
โI donโt care.โ
โYou didnโt complain when I drew your arm last week.โ
โThat was covered.โ
You blinked slowly. โYouโre shirtless now.โ
โI know,โ he hissed, dragging a hand through his hair in pure agony. โWhy the hell are you so calm about this?!โ
โIโm an artist.โ
โYouโre a freak.โ
โAnd you wear gear designed to make artists suffer,โ you said, eyes narrowing slightly as you nodded toward the glinting chest strap now clinging tighter to his sweat-slicked torso. โYou walked out looking like a tactical lingerie model and expected me to not sketch you?โ
He choked again.
Visibly. Audibly. Like your words hit somewhere deep.
He turned away with a strangled sound in his throat, shoulders tensing like he was preparing to break the sound barrier. His hand twitched at his thigh strap. You swore he almost unbuckled it, thought better of it, then marched to the other side of the field.
It was supposed to be a normal day.
Just a walk through the corridor near the aircraft hangar. Light footsteps. Quiet hums of cooling vents. You, sketchbook under your arm, sipping from a lukewarm iced coffee like you werenโt harboring at least twelve anatomically obsessive renderings of Yoo Joonghyukโs absurdly strapped torso. In your defenseโฆ he made it so easy. He didnโt even have the decency to try and be unappealing.
And maybe, maybe youโd been staring too much lately. Maybe drawing him in profile mid-sprint had been too far. Maybe sketching him from memory in the damn mess hall wasโฆ not entirely subtle.
You didnโt expect him to notice.
You definitely didnโt expect him to drag you by the wrist into an empty storage room and shut the door behind you like he was about to interrogate a war criminal.
โY-Yoo-โ You stumbled as he let go, heartbeat already knocking into your ribs like a prisoner trying to escape.
The air shifted.
It was dead silent. Dim light flickered above, casting long shadows along the walls stacked with storage crates and spare gear. Your breath caught as you turned to face him.
Yoo Joonghyuk.
Tense. Flushed. Unhinged.
His chest was rising and falling like heโd sprinted the whole way here. The black chest belt clung to him like a second skin, straps taut across his pecs and digging slightly into his skin with every inhale. His skin glistened faintly with sweatโwhether from training or pure frustration, you didnโt knowโbut it made the belt shine, and your brain just short-circuited.
โWhy,โ he finally breathed, voice dangerously low, โdo you keep drawing me?โ
Your heart launched itself into your throat.
You opened your mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again, but all that came out was, โYouโฆ have a very aesthetic combat form.โ
He blinked at you like he didnโt understand language anymore. โWhat?!โ
โI meanโyour posture is good! And the proportions are really balanced. Like, stupidly so,โ you blurted, holding your sketchbook against your chest like it would shield you from his very large presence. โItโs hard to find models who hold tension in their core like that, and the way your gear fits? Itโs-โ
โGear?!โ
โThe chest belt, God, the chest beltโโ You were spiraling, voice cracking like dry paint. โWho designed that?! Because they need to be either arrested or given a promotion, I donโt know! Itโs so much! It wraps around like-like a damn sculpted pressure point! Iโm a civilian, Colonel, And your face- you're jsut so damn beauitufl!- Iโm not built to handle-!โ
โShut up.โ
Your mouth froze mid-word.
He stepped forward.
Your brain flatlined.
The distance between you evaporated. He was right in front of you nowโtaller, broader, chest rising just barely an inch from yours. The scent of steel and sweat and subtle cologne slammed into your lungs. You could see the buckle now. The faint lines where the belt dug into his chest. The way his jaw clenched, how his brows were drawn tight, not out of anger. Out of panic.
He looked like he didnโt know what to do with you. Like your very existence had short-circuited his emotional circuitry.
โI canโt think when you look at me like that,โ he muttered, voice hoarse, barely audible.
You blinked fast. โIโm not looking-โ
โYou look at me like Iโm going to fall apart if you touch me.โ
Your knees turned to soup.
You tried to say something anything but the words died the moment he leaned in. His hand braced beside your head on the wall, and your whole body went into meltdown. You couldnโt look away. His face was so close now, just a tilt of your chin and your lips would graze his. The belt across his chest flexed as he shifted, catching your eye, and you let out the softest, most broken little breath.
โYouโre cute when you malfunction,โ he said quietly, with so much heat it made your toes curl in your shoes.
You exploded.
Your face went bright red instantly. You covered your mouth with your hand, stumbling back against the wall like your body just decided it couldnโt function anymore. Your sketchbook slipped from your fingers and fell to the floor with a dull thud.
โYouโ?! Iโ?! SHUT UP!โ you wheezed, grabbing at the wall for support because his gaze hadnโt moved, and your legs were absolutely giving out.
Then, then-he leaned inโ
And kissed your cheek.
A soft, chaste press of lips. So quick you couldโve convinced yourself it didnโt happen.
But you felt it.
And your knees.
Gone.
You slid down the wall like a deflated balloon, landing on your butt with a thump, clutching your own face like it had betrayed you.
Yoo Joonghyuk, meanwhile, turned away in the most cat-like, โif-I-donโt-make-eye-contact-it-didnโt-happenโ manner ever recorded in history.
His ears were red. His neck was red. He was seethingly embarrassed.
And yet he muttered:
โโฆI like the sketch from this morning.โ
You should not have kissed him.
You should not have kissed him.
You were a functioning adult. A person with morals. Self-respect. Basic dignity. You were not the kind of unhinged civilian artist who cornered a highly ranked Air Force colonel in a dim supply room and on the tail end of a spiraling obsession with his chest harness and flustered blushes grabbed him by his damn shoulders and kissed him.
But you did.
God help you, you did.
Your fingers had twitched before your brain caught up. Something about the way he looked at you, dangerously close, silently challenging, jaw tight and eyes on fire just shattered the last remaining boundary in your system. You didnโt think. You just acted.
You grabbed the belt across his chest, tugged him downward with a startled grunt, and kissed him.
It wasnโt a gentle kiss. Not at first.
It was tenseโpanickedโlike every sketch, every silent stare, every note in your margins had finally detonated in your bloodstream. His lips were warm. Firm. He gasped into it, and you swore your heart exploded. The belt under your grip pulled tight. You felt every shift of his muscles as he steadied himself, like even he hadnโt expected it.
And then-he kissed you back.
Hard.
One hand gripped your waist. The other braced against the wall. And the moment his mouth moved with yours, confident, smug, teasing-you malfunctioned. Fully. Openly. Pathetically.
Because you were the one who started it, sure. But you were not prepared for Yoo Joonghyukโs revenge.
When he finally pulled backโbarely an inch of air between your mouths- you were already slumped against the wall, lips parted, breathless, eyes wide like you just got hit by a whole-ass aircraft.
He didnโt even look flustered.
In factโฆ
He looked downright evil.
Smirk curling his lips. Hair slightly disheveled. Chest rising with controlled breath. That damn belt still clutched in your handโyour hand, which was now trembling slightly, traitorous thingโand he knew.
โOh?โ he drawled, voice low, amused. โSo thatโs what happens when I fight back.โ
You jsut internally scream.
โOh my god,โ you whispered, grabbing your own face. โI kissed a colonel. I kissed a colonel. I kissed you. You let meโYou kissed me back?!โ
He leaned in again, breath tickling your ear. โYou initiated contact. Thatโs military provocation.โ
โShut up-shut up-Shut the hell up!โ you wailed, turning around like that would somehow make him disappear from your reality.
But he just laughed.
A real, deep one. His chuckle reverberated straight through your chest like a siren call of doom. You could feel his satisfaction radiating off him like heat, smug bastard. You'd melted in his hands, and he knew it.
โThatโs not fair,โ you muttered, hiding behind your hands again. โYou were supposed to -! You were supposed to explode. You were supposed to fall apart like a cat dropped in water- why am I the one- ughhh?!โ
Yoo Joonghyuk stepped back, adjusting his belt, looking like the literal embodiment of post-kiss victory. โI told you not to look at me like that.โ
โAnd I told you,โ you gasped, cheeks fully glowing, โto stop wearing gear that makes me think unholy thoughts.โ
He shrugged, turning toward the door with that stupid satisfied calmness.
โIโm off-duty in two hours.โ
You blinked. โ...So?โ
He paused at the doorway, glanced back at youโcompletely wrecked against the wall, face flushed, legs still barely workingโand said,
reno ichikawa x f!reader/ cock warming/ needy subby reno/ eventual breeding/ begging/ teasing reader ๐/possibly fucking up your furniture/ short drabble
โPlease, baby, please let me put it in baby! You said I could fuck you raw, baby! Please!โ Reno whimpers, his voice cracking as he slides his cock on your slick pussy coating it with your juices. Poor thing. Heโs so needy for your permission. But heโs so cute when heโs like this. Breathing so hard his nostrils are flaring, you can feel his heartbeat go erratic against your back, barely able to keep a pace up from your thighs squeezing him.
Heโs thrusting as he stands behind you cock warming himself. Itโs so sexy watching him be so needy. โYou said I could- ah!โ heโs gripping the table in front of you with white knuckles barely able to keep steady. โYou said I could fuck you raw baby. Please, god, please!โ you turn your head to face him and swear you see tears welling up in his eyes. Heโs sweating, breathing so hard his nostrils are flaring, you can feel his heart beating so fast against your back.
โAre you gonna be good?โ you reach back and caress his hair.
Heโs so sensitive anywhere you touch him makes him tremble. โMmm! Yes! Yes, Iโll be good baby! Iโll be so good for you!โ he wraps his arms around your waist tight. You reach down and stroke the head of his cock. He jumps at the sensation โFuck! Baby! Please! Please! I wanna cum inside! Fuck, please!โ heโs fully whimpering having lost control of his voice and fucking your palm.
Heโs so fucking cute. You kiss him and heโs so eager to stick his tongue in your mouth. So ready for his reward. You hold eye contact with him for a moment. โThatโs what you want sweetie? You want to feel my pussy?โ he nods quickly, breathing from his mouth now. Heโs already so close. โBut youโre already gonna cum.โ
He shakes his head โnoโ vigorously and swallows hard. โNo! No I wonโt! Iโll be good! I wonโt! Iโll give you my cum when you want it! Let me! Please!โ
โStop.โ you whisper. His hips stutter to a stop. He trembling. Barely managing to control himself. You can see the effort on his brow. His eyes are shut tight trying to concentrate on not ejaculating. โOpen your eyes.โ his eyes snap open. Heโs taking such deep breaths. You admire his efforts for self control. You draw circles on the head of his cock with your slickness. He moans, his body trembles, shudders, eyes rolling to the back of his head, biting his lip. All the muscles in his body tensed. Slowly, tenderly, you slide the head of his cock in your warm welcoming pussy. Just the head. His head rolls back and he lets out a deep groan. โDonโt move yet.โ you demand. Your eyes are still on him taking in every detail of his reactions as you slide him inside you. He locks eyes with you. His lips trembling, you can barely make out a โPleaseโ on his lips. You see the veins in his neck stick out, his jaw muscles tightening.
You allow another inch. Scared of crushing you he places his arms back on the table. The veins and muscles of his arms taunt. Another inch. He lays his head on your shoulder. โI canโt take it baby.โ heโs practically crying.
Finally you push your ass fully on his hips, taking in his whole length in one fast movement. It takes the breath out of him. He takes a deep sudden inhale as the surprise of your warm, wet pussy envelopes his aching, swollen, drooling cock. His entire body is tense like a string is pulling him from head to toe. You admire his obedience. He still hasnโt moved like you ordered.
โStay still.โ you start to fuck yourself on his length. Gyrating your hips as he hits your sweet spot. Heโs so stiff you feel sorry for him. His mouth opens and his eye lids flutter closed as he starts to go dumb from the sensation. You grind yourself on him harder. You want his cum. You want to squeeze every last drop out of him. Heโs standing still as you fuck the sense out of him. His body is relaxing and heโs swaying with your movements. Your ass smacking against his navel, heโs barely saying anything coherent. You make out โYesโ, โMoreโ, โPleaseโ, โSo goodโ but the rest is him mumbling, crying as heโs watching where you both connect. Spittle coming out of his mouth and dripping onto your ass. You feel your orgasm coming. You grab his face to make him look at you as you finally grant him his wish. โPlease, fuck me.โ
His eyes darken. In one motion your legs are spread wider, youโre bent over, your hips raised, your legs dangle, he lifts your ass up, you brace yourself for the beautiful way youโre about to be fucked. One deep thrust as he takes command. Another and your cervix is pleading for more. Another and your arms reach out for something to hold on to. He begins to fuck you fast and deep. Each thrust making your back buckle as he reaches deeper inside. The air is knocked out of your lungs and your legs and arms are trembling as it feels like his cock is reaching your stomach. Now youโre the one that canโt form words.
The table is being pushed forward, scratching against the floor as he hammers his cock into you. Your legs tense as you feel your orgasm coming. Heโs breathing hard through his teeth feeling your pussy flutter around his cock. Heโs getting close too. It builds until your legs squirm finally settling on clinging to his waist, your nails dig into the table, you let out a soundless scream until finally sound returns to your vocal cords. The orgasm crashes into you electrifying your whole body making it shake and wrap your cunt like a vice around him โCum in me, Reno!โ you cry.
He grips your hips, his pelvis flush with your ass, as he grinds his cock into you finally letting himself have relief. Heโs pushing into you more as he cums. Youโre not sure if itโs his grip or his cock thatโs lifting you off the ground. Holding his breath, then crying out your name, he bends down to your ear, shuddering as his balls empty. He gives you a few more hard deep thrusts. You hear him groan and whimper thank yousโ as he finally gets what he wants.
You both stay still as your pussy stops fluttering and his cock begins to soften. Itโs quiet except for your collected heavy breathing. At some point the table was pushed directly against a wall and your feet away from where you both started. Your legs around his waist relax and settle on the ground barely with any strength to keep yourself up. His grip on your hips eases. He kisses the back of your neck lazily. โThat was so good, fuck.โ you feel him pull out of you. He groans at the sight of your cum leaking cunt. He puts his fingers into you. You clench around them. โYouโre not full enough for me baby.โ You turn to him. Hair sticking to your forehead, barely catching your breath, your legs cramping from how hard you were wrapped around him. You watch him stroke his hardening cock. His mouth slightly open watching himself play with the cum in your pussy. โI wanna do that again.โ
Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and excitement as she watched Ban from across the room, lying in bed, helpless. He had teased her one too many times, and she was ready for some payback. With a smirk on her lips, she made her move.
Before he could react, she was on top of him, pinning his arms above his head. He looked up at her, his eyes wide with surprise. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.
"Getting some revenge," she purred, her voice dripping with venom. She tied his wrists securely to the headboard of the bed, ensuring that he couldn't escape.
As she stood over him, her heart racing, she couldn't help but admire how vulnerable he looked. It only fueled her desire for revenge. Slowly, she began to undress, her movements deliberate and sensual.
Ban watched her with a mixture of fear and arousal, his cock already hardening in his pants. Y/N smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him. She straddled his hips, her naked body grinding against his crotch.
"Y/N, what are you doing?" he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
"Getting what I deserve," she replied, her voice low and sultry. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she reached for his belt.
Y/N held Ban's cock in her hand, admiring its size and length. She hadn't expected him to be so well-endowed. With a smirk, she ran her tongue along the head, tasting his pre-cum.
"Y/Nโฆ" Ban moaned, his hips bucking up towards her. She chuckled, amused by his reaction.
Slowly, she took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft. She bobbed her head up and down, teasing him with her tongue as she took him deeper.
Ban groaned, his hands clenching the sheets beneath him. "Y/N, you're killing me," he gasped.
She grinned, loving the power she held over him. She moved up his body, straddling his chest. "Now it's my turn," she purred, lowering herself onto his rock-hard cock.
She took him inch by inch, moaning as he filled her up. "Fuck," he growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She rode him hard, her body bouncing up and down on his.
Y/N reached between them, rubbing her clit as she took him deeper. The sensation of being both pleasured and in control was exhilarating. She looked down at Ban, watching the pleasure play out on his face.
As she neared her climax, she leaned down, her teeth grazing his neck. "You like that?" she panted.
"Yeah," he moaned, his hips bucking up to meet her thrusts.
Y/N's body was shuddering with each orgasm. She looked down at him, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. She had taken control, and he had loved every second of it.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" she purred, her voice laced with amusement.
"I won't say I didn't," he groaned, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "But I still have some payback in store for you."
"Bring it on," she challenged.
As they rested together, their hearts racing, Y/N felt that strange sense of connection with the Fox sin. Despite their initial hostility, they had shared an intense and passionate night.
โContent: Umemiya/reader, female reader, nsfw, aged up, p in v, riding, praising, intimate fluff cus ume is cheesy like that.
โA/N: Tumblr has me shadow banned, reposting to see if this works๐๐
Ao3 link
Umemiya was someone who is used to have control over things, both in his role as leader and his personal life, every situation is always on his hands and he is very comfortable with that. With you is not very different.
He took the first step by conffessing his feelings to you, the one on giving the first kiss and he enjoys having his way with you on bed. Having you under him, whimpering, screaming his name, he loves having the pleasure of giving you his everything and watching you enjoy it. He enjoys watching you take all his love.
Now, is not that you don't enjoy it that way too, but you can't help but want to reciprocate his actions, and you tried, but he always brush it off with a "oh but you don't have to do that, love. Let me take care of you" and you hate it (not really), cus you can't say no when he speaks to you like that.
So the night he came home absolutely tired to even get up from your side on the couch you saw it as the perfect oportunity.
โ oh, poor baby. Long day at work? - you said while wrapping your arms around him, hands caressing his hair lovingly as he hid his face your chest
โ Hmmm, so long... - he answered you almost dragging his words.
The space between you two was non-existant, this were the types of day were he was the neediest, just looking foward to have you in any way possible, he just needed to be close to you no matter how. And you were not one to let it slide.
โ I got you, Haji. Why don't you let me take care of you?
Your hands run down from his hair to shoulders, along his biceps and down his abdomen, until reaching the hem of his shirt and sneaking them under it. You felt him shiver under your touch as you caressed the bare skin without restriction.
โ hmm, you don't have to do that, love... - and there was again the same phrase, but this time he didn't make any intention to move or change the roles, in fact, he gave you more space to let you keep touching.
He was needy like that.
โ of course i do, what type of partner would i be if i didn't take care of my boyfriend? - your hands kept exploring his body and he kept trembling under you - specially when he is this needy.
One of your hands left his torso to his crotch, quickly noticing he was already hard under his pants. He let out a low moan that the touch and you couldn't help but smirk at that.
He finally pulled away from your chest, looking at you with his face all red and a kind of smile that told you "you are playing dirty but is working so fucking well". That was your green light.
โ Fine... just this once.
.
.
.
The couch got cold and now you were warming up the bed, your bodies felt on fire tho. The room full of dirty noises of moans and skin slaping.
This time you were on top of him, riding his dick and moaning loud everytime it hited your sweet spot.You grinded against his lap, fluttering around him as you repeatedly picked your body up and dropped it back down, allowing your weight to intensify your movements to the point that even he couldnโt hold back his pleasure, panting and groaning with your every movement.
โ G-god... you are so good, love. So good for me.
And even like this, he couldn't keep his mouth shut, prising you for your good job, for the perfect way your body moved on top of him, encouraging you to keep riding until your legs couldn't do it anymore.
โ That's it love, don't stop... - his hands traveled to your hips, helping you to keep on your movements as he could feel your legs tremble at his sides.
Why did it took him so long to have you like this? Pretty girl taking care of him, looking so perfect jumping on his cock. All just to satisfy him. He was living for it.
โ Ha-haji... you like it, baby? - you asked between moans while lowering yourself until your face were mere inches apart, your hips not stoping even a second.
The look on his eyes were pure adoration, love in its pure form, down for you in every way possible. He loves the way you move on top of him, he loves the way you look at him, he loves having you in soul and body and he loves all the things you do just show how much you love him too.
โ Like it? God, i love it... i love you so much.
And like that he closed the space between you two, taking your mouth in heated and passionate kiss. Full of disere, full of burning love. You found yourself submiting to it in no time and he took the oportunity on that.
Embracing his arms around your body, plating both feets on the bed, he started to pound on you with a quick peace, reaching deep and fast inside you. He knew you were suppoused to take the lead this time, but you have to understand him, he is a weak man and you were so good for him. He couldn't hold it anymore.
โ Ah, Love you too! Love you, love you!
And you were so lost on it that didn't even noticed he took control again, moaning loudly to his ear until sparks exploded on your stomach, eyes rolling up as the ecstasy took over your body. He followed quckily behind you, a few thrusts more and he was empting inside you, filling you with his love.
Once you catched your breath again he gained a smack on his pec , with his cute red-faced girl looking at him with a pout on her face
โ Ouch? And what was that for? - he asked between giggles, knowing exactly why he was guilty for
โ Play dumb, i was suppoused to take care of you
โ Oh but love, you did so well i wasn't able to control myself!
He laughed at it and you pouted even more while hidding on his chest.
Things didn't end up as you planned but for him you didn't exactly what you promised and even more. Beacause of that he fell for you more, if that is even possible. You have that man head over heels.
โย a/n: this work is apart of my jjk sex tape series on ao3. part 1, which is nanami, can be found here!
โgive us a smile satoruโ
you wink at the man beneath you, watching him grin back at the lens of your phoneโs camera.
โare you recording already?โ, he laughs.
โyes, as a matter of fact, i amโ
he shifts underneath you, suddenly gasping, omitting a jingle from the belled collar around his neck.
โis everything alright?โ, you tease.
he scoffs, โyou know damn well itโs not.โ
looking at him, you can see heโs sweaty and flushed, his cheeks tinged a light pink. his hips squirm, trying to thrust up, and you can feel the eager twitch of his cock inside you. with his hands tied above his head, heโs unable to control your movements.
The sun was beginning to set as you sat on the park bench, holding your book up to your face while the wind blew past you lightly, making you hold the pages just a bit tighter to stop them from turning.
From the corner of your eye you see a man sit down quite hard on the bench with an audible groan, much to your annoyance.
Out of all the places he could've gone..
You turn your head just slightly, eyes moving from your book to him. You notice the bloodly scratches and the small bruises on his face, his form fitting black shirt was ripped, exposing bits on his muscular body. You don't stare for too long before turning to look back at your book.
"You look like shit." You say softly, not looking at him but receiving a scoff from him as a response.
"What?" He grumbles not sure if he heard you right.
You turn your head, eyes meeting his yellow ones a look of deep annoyance in his expression.
"You look like you need to go to the hospital, I meant." You say nonchalantly.
"Can't do that."
"Why not? That looks bad."
He's quiet for a moment before he leans back against the bench.
"You know why, don't ask stupid questions, y/n."
You roll your eyes going back to your book.
"I see you still have that smart ass mouth, Garou. Maybe if you'd stop being a "hero hunter" you wouldn't be bleeding out on a park bench.. you never learn."
He crosses his arms, looking away with a slight pout, knowing he can't argue with you because you're right.
"Whatever.. that's not gonna happen."
You had known Garou since you both were children, being the only person in his class that was kind to him.
He was bullied relentlessly by the "popular" children. They'd start games where they pretended to be the "heroes" and always making him the villain even though he never did anything to anyone.
That only spiraled him into a life of hating heroes and going through intense training to become stronger and therefore becoming an infamous "hero hunter".
He'd come to you sometimes after the bullying crying and you'd tell him not to worry about them, even going off to tell the other kids to leave him alone before going back to him to try to cheer him up.
"Here.. you should eat." you say tearing your sandwich in half to share it with him and he'd take it reluctantly, nibbling on it slowly.
You sigh in irritation as the breeze runs by the park bench one again.
One of your hands snaps your book closed before you stand up, walking away.
"Come on." You say to him, not turning back to look at him, knowing he'd follow, which he did. He gave a pained grunt as he stood, arm wrapped around his injured torso.
"The hell are we going?"
"My house. You need treatment, and we both know you aren't going to the hospital.. we also both know you came out here so I can help you, so let's go."
He opens his mouth to protest but quickly closes it again, continuing to follow you until you reach your apartment.
Once you open the door, you walk to the dining room, pulling out a chair as you walk to your bathroom.
"Sit." You say reaching into the cabinet for the first aid kit. When you come back, you see him sitting in the chair, his eyes coming to meet yours before he looks away.
"I'm fine, you didn't have to-"
"Shh." you say to him as you move to the kitchen getting some warm water.
"Don't shh me.." he mumbles in a pout.
You move back over to him, taking a rag and dipping it into the warm water, ringing it out before you lean down clowe to his face, gently wiping the blood from the cuts on his cheek and forehead.
"You're gonna get yourself killed.. how many times have I had to do this for you by now.. a billion?"
He scoffs his eyes not making contact with yours as you wipe his face off a slight blush on his cheeks.
"You're just as stubborn as ever.."
Your frown turns into a giggle seeing the blush on his cheeks, and he looks at you from the corner of his eye, knowing you're laughing at him. You've known for quite a while that he has feelings for you, but he's never said anything, so you don't either.
"And you're annoying.." he mumbles making you push the rag into the cut on his forehead hard enough to push his head sideways and he hisses from the sting.
"You know I'm starting to think you get hurt on purpose so you can come find me to take care of you."
"Don't be ridiculous.."
You turn his face to yours, holding his cheeks softly, and his expression goes from the angry pout to a slightly softer, surprised one.
"No? Then why do you always come find me?"
"I don't." He mumbles, your hand squishing his cheeks together softly.
You look in his eyes for just a moment longer before you release your grip on his face, continuing to clean his face off before you move to stand in front of him, moving to get on your knees in front of him. Partially to tease him, partially because you didn't want to stand while you cleaned the large wound on his abdomen.
"What are you doing?" He asks, the blush rushing across his cheeks darkening as he looks down at you.
You never knew how people could fear him.. he was always the biggest dork to you, regardless of his bad attitude and smart ass mouth.
"Cleaning your wound." You say as your run your hands beneath his skin tight shirt, pushing the ripped material up his torso, fingertips lightly brushing against his firm muscles making his breath catch in his throat.
Your eyes move to his abs, noticing not only the cut running across the center of them but the v-lines and the white trail of hair leading down into the baggy white pants he wore low on his hips.
You force your attention back to the cut, reaching for the rag, dipping it into the water before you clean the blood away gently.
"It's not that bad, doesn't need stitches." You say as you finish, grabbing the bandages and wrapping them around his torso. When you finish, your fingertips glide along it softly.
You hear his breathing grow shaky, your eyes moving up to his face, seeing that he's clearly trying to avoid looking down at you.
"Garou.." you say softly, your fingers trailing down his abdomen.
"Hm?" he hums in response, his head still turned away from you.
You snicker a bit making him look down at you in confusion.
"You're hard.." you tease him, looking down at the bulge in his loose fitting pants.
He quickly stands, making you back up a bit, and he tries to walk away, obviously embarrassed.
"Sorry.. I.." You reach out, grabbing his hand, making him stop and look back at you.
"I didn't say I mind.."
He turns back to you and stands there for a moment with a flushed face, watching you.
You start to run your hands up his torso, fingers delicately tracing the hardened muscles feeling them flex, his breath hitching.
"You don't have to.. you know.." His voice was soft, timid. It was a tone you had only heard very few times before.
"I know."
Your hands run over the bandages, running up his chest, pushing the shirt up more.
"Take this off."
He moves slowly, body tensing slightly from the pain of the injury.
"You okay?" You ask, getting reassurance that he was in at least good enough shape for you to do what you wanted.
He nods, sitting the shirt aside.
"Sit."
When you give him the command, he wastes no time following your order, sitting back down in the chair.
You move closer to him, hand making its way up to brush your palm over the outline of his hard cock lightly and his hips unintentionally buck up against your hand making him whimper wanting more but also being in pain from the cut.
"Relax.. I'll take care of you, okay.. I'll always take care of you."
You see a softness in his eyes as he looks into yours, and you give him a sweet smile in return.
You get up, walking to stand behind him, he turns his head lightly, yellow eyes looking at you with such an innocent curiosity before you grip his jaw in your hand, leaning down to softly brush your lips against his, he tries to lean in, desperately wanting to kiss you only to let out a hiss of discomfort.
"Relax." You whisper in a soothing voice before you press your lips to his, pulling back for just a second before locking lips with him again, tongue slipping past his lips to slide along his. Your hands move to run over her chest delicately, sending chills throughout his body.
He groans softly, your lips moving down to his jawline and then to his neck as your fingertips brush over his sensitive, injured skin, making sure to not apply too much pressure.
Your tongue moves along his neck before your lips leave a trail of soft kisses, hand slipping down further, running lightly over the bandages, and he sighs.
"Fuck.. ugh.. I love it when you touch me like that.."
Your hand trails down further, fingers brushing over the white patch of hair leading to his pants.
"Take these off for me.."
You say softly against his skin, and he doesn't hesitate to push them down to about mid thigh, his dick springing free from the confines of the material. It bobs softly as the material slips past the head.
"Good boy." You say softly, making him give a sweet whimper.
Your praise gives him a feeling he'd craved for so long, making his chest heave up and down quickly.
Your hand wraps around the base of his thick, veiny cock, slowly moving up and down before your thumb massages he tip.
"Oh my.." he sighs out breathlessly before you bring your hand to his mouth.
"Spit." He lets his soaked tongue slip past his lips and run along your palm, wetting it before he spits into your hand.
You suck on his neck while your hand moves back down to wrap around his aching cock, dragging from the base to the head, leaving a glistening trail in it's path.
You start to stroke him at a slow pace, wrist twisting every time your hand reaches the tip, making his legs jump slightly while you massaged the sensitive tip.
"Nghh.. I.. I'm not gonna last long.. if you keep doing that.." he moans, eyes shifting to look down at your hand pumping his cock.
"Fuck.. faster.."
His jaw falls slack as he watches your hand speed up, feeling your breath brush past his neck as you speak in soft, sweet praises.
"You're really such a sweet boy.. always been so good to me.. even with that smart ass mouth."
"Mm.. 'm sorry.. sorry.." he moans, his eyes completely focused on you pleasing him, watching you jerk his dick.
"Aw.. I know.. you gonna be a good boy and come for me..?"
He nods quickly, his hips jerking as a strand of curses fall from his lips.
"F..fuuck.. fuck.." he moans with every squirt of cum from his dick.
The wet substance ran over the tip and down over your fingers as you continued to stroke him.
You smirk against his neck, massaging the tip with your thumb, smearing the cum around as it leaks out.
His breathing is heavy, his head tilting back to look at you when you pull your hand away, eyes focused on you licking his cum from your hand before you lean by his ear.
"You need to be more careful, Garou.. unless.. you want me to patch you up again.."
