in which you take a nap and give nico permission to try a kink you've always fantasized about. or - the one where you wake up with nico inside you.
wc: 2k | notes: smut (don't like it? don't read it), consensual somnophilia, raw sex, creampie, cockwarming, breeding kink, nico gets rough, minors do not interact!
It was a hot summer day, too hot to be outside under the sweltering sun. Instead, you opted to read on the couch with a fan oscillating back and forth. It became so rhythmic and quiet, you fell asleep with the book in your lap.
Meanwhile, Nico was seething, much like the broiling air outside. He was annoyed and stressed, and nothing was going to soften his mood.
The moment he laid eyes on you, he stood corrected.
You looked so peaceful on the couch, sleeping soundly. Nico quietly stepped out of his shoes and put his things away, careful not to wake you. All the while, your boyfriend was eyeing you.
Dressed in a sheer tee and panties in an attempt to stay cool, you looked mouth-watering. Nico crept closer, remembering the conversation you and he had where you gave him permission to touch you in your sleep.
Nico watched your face when he lowered to the couch, fully expecting you to wake up when he carefully slipped your panties off.
"I don't know. It turns me on, you fucking me awake," you'd told him before, and Nico had gotten so hard he couldn't see straight.
It just meant you trusted him deeply with your body. And Nico got off to that. The connection he had with you was indescribable. Your total surrender, only getting pleasure from him.
Nico's hands gently traced up your body, under your tee, which was sticking to you slightly because of the light sheen of sweat on your skin. He gingerly pulled it over your head and dropped it to the floor, situating himself between your legs.
To Nico's surprise, you still didn't wake when he palmed your sex. He started to debate if fingers in your cunt might pull you out of sleep and selfishly, Nico wanted only to wake you with his cock.
Slicking his length with his saliva, which was already painfully hard in his hand from seeing you pliant beneath him, Nico fitted his cock into your entrance and pushed in, inch-by-inch, feeling your velvet walls give way.
You still didn't move, which both annoyed and relieved Nico. On the one hand, he thought penetrating you would wake you right up, having to stretch to accomodate him. On the other, you staying asleep meant he got to use you exactly as you had asked him to.
Nico propped up on his hands and knees, and eased his cock back and forth in your perfect pussy. Your bodies touched only where he gloved his dick in you. A groan escaped him, then another; Nico knew he wasn't going to last long.
And given you were asleep, he didn't have to worry about how fast he was finishing.
There was a little wet slap every time he thrust, making Nico shake his head that you could still get so wet for him even while you slept. He watched your breasts bounce with his movements and he hissed, "You don't even know how perfect you are."
Nico sped up, grasping your hips and emptying himself inside you, his sounds of pleasure filling the room. Nico's eyes lolled and he blinked to clear his vision, shaking his head. His hair was damp with sweat and the fan made the drops cool on his skin.
Looking down at you, sleeping soundly with a belly full of cum, made Nico decide he was staying right there, his cock still between your folds. He lowered down, pressing a soft kiss on your chest before laying his head in the crook of your neck.
You don't remember what you were dreaming about, only that you felt warm and safe. And full. A little tension stitched your brows.
Nico kept kissing at your neck, the wet pop reaching your ears. Your legs shifted, rubbing against his hips. Nico felt his cock getting hard inside you again (not that he'd gone totally soft while your pussy warmed him), and he thrust forward gently, reflexive to your walls clenching on him.
"Nico," you sighed, slowly waking. Your hands instinctively went to his waist and your eyes opened, a kiss landing on your lips the moment your gazes met.
Nico kissed you with hot intent, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he stroked his cock back and forth in your cunt, biting his lip when you moaned.
"Hear that?" Nico asked, referring to the very wet pop when he bottomed out.
You met his eyes and nodded.
"You're already full of cum, baby."
Arousal flushed through your body and you tightened your thighs on his waist, drawing him into you. Your voice was weak when you asked, "You fucked me and came in me already?"
Nico smirked darkly. "Mmhm."
"How was it?"
"I didn't last long," Nico said with a little chuckle, still arching his hips into you.
You smiled bashfully, earning yourself another kiss. Settling deeper into the couch, you draped your legs on Nico's hips, held onto his arms, and lost yourself in his eyes as he fucked you.
Nico couldn't pull his gaze from you. He eased himself back and forth in your wet, warm pussy, eagerly sucking him back in. Your body was so in love with him and Nico was obsessed with you.
Little nothings spilled from your lips and you bit down to fight them. Nico was so hard and deep, you could feel him in the pit of your stomach. Already being slick with his load turned you on, along with the image of him using you like a vessel for his pleasure.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Nico groaned, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip, freeing it from your teeth. "Just wanna fuck you for hours. Feel that pussy come on me."
"Do it," you sighed, winding your fingers into his sweaty hair and tugging. "Make me feel you for days."
"Fuck," Nico swore, crashing his lips on yours and kissing you hungrily. The lewd wet squelch when he bottomed out made his cock twitch and he shoved in harder, making you arch up into him.
Curious, you peered up into his dark eyes and asked, "Did you stay in me after you came?"
Nico smirked a little. "Yeah. Filled you up, stayed in, and kept pumping balls deep in you."
"Oh god..."
"Tight fucking pussy didn't let me get soft," Nico whispered hotly, his thrusts coming faster, his hand brushing up your body to palm your breast. "Just wanted to milk more cum outta me, huh?"
You nodded, his words and his voice making your cunt clench on him. Your toes were already curling. Orgasm was on the tip of your tongue.
In the next second, Nico's hand left your breast to wrap around your throat and squeeze. He smacked his hips into yours, driving into you with the intent of finishing you off, and his lips ghosted over yours when he said, "Come for me. Now. Don't make me say it again."
You were sore from his big cock stretching you out, stuffing you full over and over, that you felt like a nerve laid bare, all the stimulation hitting you at once. You felt the pleasure of him deep in your belly hitting the spot just right and at his command you came, your cries cut off by the hand around your throat.
"Good girl," Nico sighed, working you through the orgasm at his steady pace, grunting at the pulsing of your sex on his dick.
If two people were meant to be tangled together, Nico knew in his soul it was you and him.
After hitting the peak, your body shook from the euphoria, your eyes lolling into your head. You realized too late that you'd found purchase in Nico's back, your nails digging into his skin. Nico, of course, was delighted. He lived for the marks you left behind in his flesh; a reminder that he'd buried his cock inside you.
Nico groaned and licked his lips to wet them, kissing you as he kept colliding his hips into yours, your little noises filling his mouth. "I know, baby," he said, loving your whimpers. "Just a little more."
You were right at your limit. Your cunt was sore in the best way, but Nico's stiff cock kept sheathing inside you. If he had his way, he'd keep easing his dick in and out of your pussy until one of you tapped out.
"Please, come," you begged him in a faint whisper.
Nico assessed you a moment, watching your pretty face tense when he thrust in, then your breasts bouncing with his movements. He didn't want it to end, but your body was screaming for a reprieve. Nico grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, and started to fuck you at a relentless pace.
"Take it, baby." His voice was a growl, almost drowned out by your moans and whines. "Almost there. Fucking shit. You're gonna take all of it."
You cried out when his cock kissed your cervix and with another stroke Nico came with a loud groan, painting your walls with another load. You watched his eyes go hazy, his lips parted, his arms shaking as he gripped your hands tighter, the pleasure tearing through his body.
"Fuck," Nico chanted, trying to catch his breath and failing. He was panting. He stayed painfully still, his cock taking its sweet time going soft in you, but once it did, he pulled out and fell back onto the other side of the sofa.
It caught you off-guard; how empty you felt with him no longer filling you, but then you were distracted by his cum slipping out and you quickly rolled to your side and closed your legs.
Nico was there in a flash, steering you onto your back again and, holding your legs together, bent toward your body. "Keep it all in," he whispered darkly.
You let him do as he pleased, because the man had tapped into everyone of your kinks, and all he did was turn you on so bad you couldn't think straight.
Nico couldn't help himself; he cupped your sex, teasing his fingers through your folds and moved your ankles to be on his shoulders just as he locked eyes with you.
You made a little noise and Nico couldn't decipher it so he asked, "Sore?"
You nodded.
"How sore?"
"If you put your dick in me again right now I'd probably die," you quipped.
Nico chuckled. "Lucky for you, my balls are empty at the moment. Thanks to you."
You bit your lip, staring at his handsome face damp with sweat and flushed with heat, and thinking, This sexy motherfucker...
Nico cocked his head and asked, "If you're so sore, why are you looking at me like that?"
"I can't help it."
Two fingers slowly pressed into your swollen cunt and you gripped the sofa in your fists, crying out his name in a mix of surprise and fuck, how could it hurt so good?
Nico shook his head. "I swear to god, baby. I just wanna fuck my cum into you all day."
Synop: your older boyfriend is a lot like you’re favorite treat; undeniably sweet, and too much of him could be bad for you ;)
tags: kindaaa icky relationship dynamics, age-gap relationship, pet names, daddy!kink mentioned (no ddlg, ew) | sloppy kissing (duhhh), finger sucking, fingering, outercourse, light food play, condescending praise, light degradation, mind break(?), pussy spanking, cum eating, cumming in pants (m.), pretty vanilla actually :p
cw: a littleeeee dead dovey :o
wc: 2.1k :p
a note: so uhm..first (kinda) dddne fic! >_< this idea came to me from a instagram reel I seen ages ago, except I’m fucking gross so I turned it into this :/ I hope you love it! I love youuuu!~ - vivi🍰
side note: this one’s for my anxiety ridden girls :/ adulting is hard, we all need a big yudai to kiss it better don’t we ? :p let me know what u think! (lowkey pissing myself posting this im terrified lol)
Your face was red hot, tears rippling down your scathing cheeks like little rivers of worry. Your vision blurs as the heavy wooden door of your boyfriend’s condo slams behind you, forcing a swift jolt from your already trembling frame at the sound.
Your head is pounding, gravity weighs in on you mercilessly as it tugs you toward the ground. You sniffle, setting the small box of freshly baked cinnamon rolls on the kitchen countertop with a shaky, sangfroid sigh.
The days at the office were always long.
Always exhausting and energy draining.
But today was an all time low.
The anxiety has been eating at you from the moment you woke up late this morning. The flickering panic in your chest beaming like a hazard light, the lead-like heaviness sinking into bones, it only intensified when you proceeded to fuck up the paperwork you were assigned to complete by the end of your shift.
The delectable scent of vanilla icing and pastry filling hanging in the air felt condescending. You lean over the counter, folding your arms atop the chilly wood and sinking your head between them, damp cheeks pressed against the warmth of your sweater sleeve exhaustedly.
Sometimes you felt like an imposter. Adults aren’t supposed to feel so overwhelmed by their own existence. They’re not supposed to breakdown over every small mistake, they’re not meant to feel such immense pressure just to, adult. You couldn’t possibly be in your 20’s..people in their 20’s don’t struggle like this.
It didn’t help that you surrounded yourself with people who seemed to have it all figured out. You didn’t have a single coworker under 40. The fake sympathy and patronizing tones rendered you nauseous by the end of every shift. Of course no one took you seriously; to them, you’re just a little girl trying her best to look grown up.
Maybe that’s all you were.
But then his voice rings out in the darkness of your folded arms, like the bells of an ice cream truck coming down a busy block midsummer.
The only thing in the world that made you feel like you were doing enough.
“My loveee..you have to put your thumb up in order to play.” You can hear the wide grin in his voice as he grabs your hand, putting your thumb up only to press it back down. “I winnnn! That was an easy game, gotta try a little harder next time yeah?”
His stupid antics worked better for him years ago as your professor. He was the goofy one, trying his best to keep a smile on his students faces. It worked especially well on you at the time; a sick, insecure nineteen year old on her last limb, who’d pull her own hair out just to feel something.
He’d been your main source of motivation for the past few years. This consistent ray of sunshine peeking through the heavy clouds. You knew it was toxic, dangerous even, the way you depended on his warmth to melt away the ice cold cruelty of the world; and it was even more dangerous how committed he was to providing it to you.
The light in his voice dims as you sniffle out a small laugh, keeping your head down.
“Huh…work being a meanie again baby?” He coos in a hushed tone, smoothing his big, gentle hand across your back soothingly. You nod slowly, a soft cry leaving your wet lips as you squeeze your eyes shut beneath your arms.
The shame was all consuming. It made you feel guilty to be perceived in any way. You tuck yourself away the best you can as a small puddle forms on the cold surface.
He hums. It’s ponderingly melancholic, like the weight of your despair was sinking into him. Then, a weak chuckle.
“Did you get the cinnamon rolls to help you feel better?”
“…y-yeah..”
“Awe..my poor baby..” he unfolds your arms, your head slumps into the wood apathetically. “Come on, let’s go.”
You let out another dreary sigh as you finally sit up, nose running, face glistening with a combination of tears and sobbed drool. Your makeups a mess by now, smeared splotches decorated the cloudy grey cardigan you cloaked yourself in, another weak attempt at fitting in.
His eyes were big, warm mugs of hot chocolate. His scent fills your senses like some sort of domesticated aromatherapy, a serenity flows over you as he pulls you into his arms. He holds you there for a moment, engulfing your frazzled frame, a hand rests against the back of your head, stroking your hair gently.
He sways as your breathing starts to slow, for the first time since you clocked out of work.
“That’s right baby, good girl..breathe for me..it’s alright, your home now..” he kisses the top of your head. You sniffle, hands curled against his chest as you finally look up at him. He strokes a stray tear away with his knuckles, gleaming, like he held the entire world in his hands.
“You wanna talk about it? Or would you rather just sit and watch cartoons.” He beams, taking your hand in his as he guides you into the front room, the box of pastries in his other hand, knowingly.
“It’s..nothing to talk about…can we just watch sailor moon?” You stare up at him with a brittle half smile, following his lead.
“Mhm, whatever you need doll. Now..”
he sits on the sofa, setting the box down beside him as he flicks the tv on.
“…come here~” he pats his lap twice without looking at you, scrolling through streaming services.
A familiar, tender warmth flutters in your chest, sprawling over your body like a kiss from the sun itself.
You settle into your boyfriends lap; your favorite place, and he knows it. His hands snake around your waist, pulling you against his chest as you lean back, head rested just below his broad shoulder. He clicks over to your favorite show, slipping a still warm, melty sweet pastry from the box beside him. You watch as he takes a bite, staring at the screen, before lifting your chin gently with the opposite hand, a sweet smile perched on his lips.
The icing coats his lips, plump and shiny as he presses them against yours, soft and damp. They’re like a wool blanket, bathing you in a sweet, cinnamon flavored warmth as he holds your cheek delicately.
The sickening mucus-like taste of your previous crying session is melted away, replaced with his plushy sugar-coated tongue. He explores your mouth, slowly, tongue brushing every inch as his free hand slips down your body, gripping your thigh with a passive grasp. You let out a faint whimper as he pulls away.
“Here love. I just wanted a bite.” He laughs quietly as he hands you the decadent spiral. You glimmer up at him with glossy eyes as he stamps a wet kiss on your forehead.
“What happened love?..were they upset about you being late?..”
You take big bite, the overwhelmingly saccharine flavor coats your senses completely, the fleeting worry leaving your body gradually with every gentle skim of his fingers on your fragile skin.
“no..well, I don’t think so..but I accidentally printed off the wrong paper work..spent hours filling it out..” you mutter with your mouth full, focused in on the tv. “They..probably think I’m stupid or something…I just feel so dumb..” your shoulders slack as your head lowers solemnly.
“Well they don’t see that. You’re always overworking that pretty little head of yours baby..sometimes you just slip, it happens.” His hands glide down to your hips, his long, careful fingers curling around them as he adjusts, pressing his thick, lengthy cock against you suddenly.
He situates you on his lap at a perfect angle, his hands resting on your thighs as you lean back into him.
“y-yeah but..w-what if..” you squirm against his grip, eyes locked on the vintage cartoon in front of you in attempt to distract yourself.
“Shhh..eat your food, doll. That’s not for you to think about.” He kisses your temple gently. “you can only fit so much up there.”
“Mmh..o-okay..” your breathing splinters at his touch, wandering up your blouse as he unbuttons it single handedly.
Everything’s so..warm, it saturates your skin like the cozy heat of a fireplace. His toasty, amorous hands, the silky ribbons of icing drizzling down your fingers. Goosebumps trail your skin as you sink into the fevered lust overcoming you.
Your head falls back against his shoulder, lips parted softly as he lifts your bra, cupping your warm, supple breasts in his hands. He massages them, thumbs circling your nipples at a graceful pace.
“Even if you are just a stupid little girl..you’re mine. That’s all you need to be…”
His teeth graze your ear, placing a kiss just behind it as his lips trail down your neck. A whispered moan escapes through the soft, shattered breaths. His hips roll against yours, the thin fabric of his pajama pants allowing an agonizing amount of access. He hums against your skin as he takes it between his teeth, nibbling gently.
“You were made to be used by me darling…it’s no wonder you’re no good at anything else.” His voice was like a mist of fog hanging over the sunrise; warm, hazey and sonorous.
A free hand rests against your lower stomach, pressing you down as he grinds his throbbing length into you. His hips are precise, skillful as he takes the luscious dessert from your hand, placing it back in the box. His fingers graze your lips, swiping the sticky icing over them before slipping into you searing mouth. His fingers dance around your tongue, the milky sweetness swirling your mouth as you suck them clean.
He groans quietly as his fingers reach the back of your throat, his opposite hand lifting your fitted skirt up your thighs deliberately. His hand vanishes beneath the thin lacey material, palming your slippery, aching cunt nimbly. You whine around his fingers, gagging softly as your eyes roll back in a vacant minded bliss.
He slips his fingers from your hot mouth with a wet ‘click’, dragging your lip downward as he returns to your breasts, rolling your puffy, perked nipples between his slick fingers, sending shockwaves over your sensitive skin. He circles two digits over your swollen clit, a silken warmth blooms in your lower stomach, forcing a string of unrestrained whines from your lips.
“That’s it, just like that..who’s daddy’s sweet girl baby?..” His tone grows ragged, a rich, commanding velvet, snapping your composure in half like a wishbone.
“i-i am, I’m yours daddy..” you mewl pathetically.
He grins fondly as tilts your face, his lips rushing to yours in a deep, slobbery kiss. He hums in response to your lewd noises as his fingers slip into you, curling into the tight, sopping hole hungrily. He quickens his pace almost immediately, drawing you close to the edge in a matter of minutes as his lengthy fingers work in and out of you. Your cries are muffled by his perverted tongue, lapping at your open mouth like a thirsty dog.
His hips jerk beneath you at a euphoric pace, pumping into you mercilessly. Your head spins, your cries come out as blabbered nonsense as he probes the quickly unraveling thread of pleasure coiled in your stomach, knocking at the sensitive spot inside you that tosses you over the edge.
Your back arches against him, hand clasping over his as he lowers a hand from your numb nipples to your clit, rubbing swift circles into you as he evens out his pace, you write and tremble beneath his hands, head thrown back as your sweet, slutty moans pierce the air. He pants heavily beneath you, growling into your ear with a hankering urgency as his hips match pace with yours.
“d-daddy i..i-im..mmh~~”
“I know baby, give it to me, make a mess on daddy’s lap baby doll..” he groans lowly, his undying lust threatening to reach its peak.
His words play puppet master with your weak, desperate body, pulling the bubbling pleasure pooling in your stomach out of you in an instant.
A sudden, rippling heat spills over you, like a current of molten lava, gushing down your thighs and onto his lap beneath you. Your hips snap up, twitching frenetically as his fingers slow their pace, leisurely.
A slew of ear-splitting whines and moans mix with his deep, depraved groans, muting the long forgotten cartoon displayed on the tv.
He, after a moment, slips his lengthy fingers out of your numb, dripping pussy, spanking it lightly as he kisses your cheek. He brings them to his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the two digits and sucking fiendishly.
He meets your eyes as you sit up in his lap limply, a familiar stickiness rests below you. You grin, sheepishly as he cleans his fingers with a deep, weighted gaze.
.✦ ݁⋆ ── notas: “𝟕𝟕𝟕” é seu angel number, e por sorte, sete também é o número de namoradinhos que você carrega na bolsa… feito amuletos! ⋆˙⟡
.✦ ݁⋆ ── avisos: smut. gangbang bem soft com o heeseung centralizado, anal, bastante degradação, dirty talk, sexo desprotegido, creampie, exibicionismo, tem tapas e puxões de cabelos, acho que é isso, boa sorte.
A porta no final do corredor é aberta e o cheiro de nicotina e sexo logo predominam o olfato apurado de Lee Heeseung.
— Que merda — Vociferou ao dar de cara com os dedos do Shim já encaracolando os seus cabelos, te mantendo em uma conchinha pra lá de preguiçosa. Ignorou o fato de vocês estarem completamente nus agora.
— Vai, vaza — Intimou, puxando seu tornozelo macio para fora da cama. — Me dá ela aqui, é a minha vez.
— A gatinha quer dormir, Heeseung, deixa ela. Ninguém mandou você se atrasar.
Tentando inutilmente conter a irritação, parou rente ao seu rostinho abobalhado de sono, abaixou-se com aquela velha expressão que você temia há distância. Encolhe-se no peito do Shim, medrosinha, como se o maior pudesse lhe proteger de alguma coisa. Porra, como Heeseung odiava esse seu teatro.
— Anda logo — Agora fala diretamente contigo. — Levanta.
— Tsc, te falei… essa ai não levanta daqui nem com reza braba! — O moreno te abraça mais contra o peito, pirracento, mas bastou você ouvir o duro e conciso “é hora de vir comigo, levanta logo dessa porra ou eu vou te tirar daí”, que seu corpinho se ergueu automaticamente, cambaleando.
Ainda está grogue, fraca. Sente um quentinho gostoso escorrer por entre as pernas, e não era pra menos, afinal Jake e Jay se aliviaram ali mais cedo. Duas vezes, para ser exata. Estava praticamente esturricada. Foi tola demais por cogitar que daria conta de brincar com aqueles dois desesperados que, te fodiam como se estivessem em uma competição acirrada sobre quem te fazia gritar mais alto.
— Pega leve, ela tá molinha pra caralho hoje.
— Eu decido se pego leve, já mandei você ralar, quer que eu desenhe? — Jake ergue as mãos em rendição, liberando o quarto para o maior poder usar. Porém, Heeseung encara a sua bucetinha primeiro, escaneia ela como se pudesse identificar de quem eram aquelas porras vazando de você.
— Odeio ser um dos últimos. Aposto que já nem consegue levar mais nada aí dentro — Jogou-se na poltrona, estressado, no entanto, você era um calmante natural, ao vê-la sentar-se bonitinha sobre seus pés, já sente a tensão do corpo se esvair. Poderia fumar todos os baseados bolados no bolso, que a única onda capaz de acalmá-lo, de fato, estava bem ali, no meio de suas perninhas macias.
— E então? — Acariciou a ponta de seu queixo, terno. — Aguenta levar seu Hee ou quer ir pra cama “dormir de conchinha”?
— Que pergunta mais boba — Sorriu, doce e devassa. — Tava ansiosa por você — Sua cabecinha já está pra lá de avoada, mas era o Heeseung. Seu corpo queimava só com a presença do mais velho, e apesar dos inúmeros namoradinhos no bolso, reconhecia-o como dono.
Você era o quê os caras chamavam de “brinquedinho anti-estresse”, a gatinha que oferecia-se como forma de alívio durante as árduas semanas de provas. A princípio, era só o Lee, deixava-o relaxado, mansinho depois de descontar toda a tensão acumulada em você. É claro que não demorou para que os amiguinhos dele começassem a te procurar também.
— Onde eles encheram? Mostra pra mim.
— Hm — Levou o dedinho à boca como se não se lembrasse perfeitamente das últimas duas horas sujas dentro naquele quarto. — Aqui… — Apontou a barriguinha bonita, pousando a face corada no joelho do rapaz.
— Onde mais?
— Na boca — Heeseung sente a tensão retornar para o corpo quase que instantaneamente. Gostava de ser o primeiro a usar o lugarzinho úmido. Já havia dito isso mais vezes do que gostaria.
— Quem foi?
Silêncio. Você encolhe os ombrinhos, se erguendo para o colo do maior, capenguinha. Levou os lábios doces ao ouvido do digníssimo para sussurrar: “o Hoonie!”. Ah, pra quê? A quentura exorbitante já sobe pelo estômago do Lee que, encara a porta do quarto, puto.
— E o “Honnie” por acaso não sabe qual é a porra do lugar dele? — Ditou alto o suficiente para o amigo ouvir da cozinha. Não demorou para que o som dos passos ecoassem pelo corredor pequeno.
— Ah, vai chorar? — O Park se achega, bem-humorado, mordiscando uma maçã pra lá de apetitosa. — Se quer entrada vip na boquinha da menina vai precisar chegar mais cedo — Os demais malandros vão brotando ali, um a um, para verem a confusão acontecer. — Cheguei e a nossa gatinha tava aqui sozinha, sem nenhuma atenção do “dono” dela — Sunghoon morde um pedaço generoso da fruta, retirando parte para levar à sua boca que, recebe-o docemente.
A acidez se alastra em seu paladar, mastiga gulosinha, recebendo dele um afago gostoso nos cabelos.
— Tava comendo um docinho toda abandonada, não é, amor? — Park aparece em sua visão, está propositalmente sem camisa, só para exibir os vincos avermelhados na costela pálida. Ordinário. O riso dele faz com que arrebite a face.
— Psiu! — Heeseung traz de volta o seu rostinho para si. O toque é áspero e a sua bucetinha? Já se contrai. — Tava comendo o quê, danadinha?
— Doce de leite.
— É? E, tava gostoso?
— Uhum! Depois o Honnie me pediu pra… — Você olha de escanteio, paralisa, percebe que falou demais. Vislumbra o torso leitoso se aproximar pela visão periférica. Park sopra pelas narinas, achando aquilo tudo uma graça. Você era a menina dos olhos dele, não podia negar.
— Vai em frente, neném, pode contar — Deu outra mordida na maçã suculenta. — Conta pra ele do quê a gente brincou, conta? O Lee vai curtir saber.
— Ah, vou — Com a permissão dada, leva a boquinha ao ouvido do Heeseung, faz uma conchinha com as mãos como quem conta um segredinho. Mas, não se deixa enganar pela falsa simpatia, sabia que ele estava puto só de sentir a orelha queimando.
— O Hoonie pediu docinho na boca — Entrega, receosa.
— E, depois ela me melou todo com aquela coisa pastosa, né princesa? — O Park acrescenta, provocador, tocando a sua boquinha. — Me chupou até eu dar um leitinho de verdade pra você, não foi? Tomou tudo tão de pressa.
Tímida, encara a própria barriguinha cheia da porra do Sunghoon. Merda, faz a testa do Lee se tensionar na hora. Da porta, já consegue ouvir um “Briga com a menina não, Hee, a boca da gatinha trabalhou bem pra porra hoje!”. É o Jay quem diz, passivo-agressivo, porém a mão do maior já subia furiosa por seus cabelos. Tudo por não ter o esperado.
— Você tá ficando cada vez mais imunda, sem limites, tô precisando te educar de novo? — A mão grande toma o seu queixo com firmeza. — Vou meter no meio desses peitinhos, já que a boca e a buceta já eram.
— Ah, sobre isso…
— Vai me dizer que já sujaram aqui também? — Os risos faceiros dos amigos é a resposta. Já estava tirando-o do sério.
— O Wonnie e o Nono gostam de descontar o estresse aqui — Heeseung encara a dupla de diabinhos que se jogam na cama só para assistirem o seu julgamento. Gostavam de apertar e esmagar os seus peitos como forma de “descompressão”.
— Mamou um de cada ladinho e só, Hee, eu juro!
— E, ao mesmo tempo, pelo o quê eu tô vendo — Heeseung passeia os dígitos por seus seios, vendo as marquinhas explícitas arroxeadas das chupadas recentes que Sunoo e Jungwon deixaram em seus mamilinhos. Merda, não sobrou nada pra ele. Foi o primeiro a te educar, te mimar e agora, já não tinha mais o mínimo respeito por ele. Inadmissível.
— É boazinha demais pra esses marmanjos, deixou eles mal acostumados. E, pelo visto, eu sou bom demais pra você também — Sua carinha de boa moça não surte efeito. Não com ele. — Era meu brinquedinho particular e hoje te pegam a hora que querem, te usam e me entregam toda suja, vazando porra, cheia de roxinhos por todo o canto. Vou ter que botar ordem nisso.
Seus olhinhos se enchem quando é levada de volta para a cama. Temerosa, se agarra a uma almofadinha, se empinando toda para trás. Já está ciente do que iria acontecer assim que escuta o som metálico do cinto de Lee Heeseung ser desatado.
— É tão espertinha que já sabe o quê é pra fazer, não é? — Usou a própria porra dos amigos para lubrificar o seu rabinho. Espalha todo o excesso pegajoso com os dedos. Por sorte, Heeseung não era grosso, mas era longo o suficiente para te deixar abertinha e dolorida. A ponta do caralho já começa a se esfregar na entrada menor, a cabecinha brinca contra suas preguinhas covardemente e vai se afundando sem cerimônia.
— Colem aqui, quero mostrar uma coisa — Intima para os amigos que, vão se achegando um a um e se deitando na cama em que está debruçada, nua, bem pertinho para vê-la sendo destruída. Recebe um beijinho na têmpora, e pelo perfume, sabe que veio do Jay.
Suas mãos suam, a boquinha se abre em buscar de ar, mas não obtém. Sente a cama se afundar aos poucos com o peso dos corpos masculinos se acumulando mais perto de ti.
— Pobrezinha, se eu soubesse, tinha preparado melhor a bundinha dela — Ni-ki alfineta, retirando os fios de cabelo que cobriam o seu rosto.
— Relaxa, a gente beija tudo assim que ele acabar, não é? A gente beija onde estiver dodói, princesa — Sunoo aperta suas bochechinhas, sempre amável, sempre doce.
Mas, levando em consideração a pressão com que era invadida, precisaria de muito mais que um beijinho. Seus choramingos tornam-se tão manhosos, que Jungwon se vê na obrigação de levar o próprio indicador para calar os seus chorinhos tolos.
— Aqui, pode chupar, amor, chupa — O dígito macio se enterra em sua boca e se arrasta contra a língua. — Mama, desconta sua raivinha aqui — Obedece, engolindo todos os gemidinhos sôfregos na garganta junto com o dígito.
— Olhem bem pra ela — A mão grande do Lee pressiona-te contra o colchão. Selvagem, as veias dos braços já completamente saltadas. — Quero que vejam o quê acontece com a gatinha de vocês quando se atrevem a foder antes do dono dela chegar — Seu sexo exposto é invadido sem nenhuma delicadeza, é ríspido, voraz. Seus dedinhos tentam alcançar a bucetinha abandonada para se proporcionar um pouco mais de prazer, mas é impedida por Ni-ki.
— Tsc, tsc, não pode! — Tem a bochecha estapeada pelo Nishimura. Heeseung não acha de todo ruim, na verdade, sabe que você merece a humilhaçãozinha que está recebendo, merece os risinhos covardes que caçoam ao te verem tão desesperada por um orgasmo. Merece que os caras que você proporcionou prazer zombem de sua carinha sedenta e exausta. Merece.
— É pra esses putos que você dá a buceta, tá vendo? ‘Tão nem aí pra você, só querem se enfiar e te usar de puta, só — Faminto, enterra todos os centímetros sem dó de suas preguinhas o apertando tanto. As socadas tornam-se tão fundas, que até faz alguns biquinhos se formarem nos lábios dos que te assistiam. A falsa misericórdia só te deixa ainda mais miserável.
— Porra, tadinha. Qual foi, vai deixar a bonitinha sem andar mesmo, Heeseung? — Deu de ombros para o comentário simplório do Shim. Pouco importava, queria você deplorável, destruída em cima daqueles lençóis. — Deixa ela unir as perninhas, vai?
— Não. Não vai, não — Afasta mais os seus joelhos com as pernas. — Tá doida pra apertar essa buceta, mas não vai, não tá merecendo.
Os olhares lascivos estão inertes, fixos em seus lábios vazando saliva sem controle, vidrados nos trancos que seu corpo dá, cada vez que Lee Heeseung arremete. Eram obcecados por você. Sunghoon mesmo já estava louco para se oferecer pra te siriricar rapidinho, só pra que não visse mais aquela carinha chorona clamando por ele em silêncio.
— Hoonie, p-por favor? — Sussurra, o desmontando inteiro, mas não podia intervir.
— Ih, tá com dó, “Hoonie”? Essa vadia ai enrola você fácil demais — O Riki cutuca, imitando seu biquinho apelativo. Mas, não consegue conter o risinho cínico quando a palma do Nishimura lhe acerta outro tapa, com aquele olhar arruaceiro na face.
— Viu como é sapeca? É tudo cena, pô!
— Porra, não estraga o rostinho dela, vai ficar marcado — Jay pede. E, pelo som melado que ecoa, sabe que ele já está se punhetando, era um Voyeur de primeira.
— É outro bajulador dessa piranha? — O Riki escarnece, adorando vê-la à mercê. Alguns já massageavam as ereções doloridinhas dentro da calça, outros comentavam sobre o quanto era fraquinha demais para foder com sete de uma vez.
— Não queria ter que te corrigir na frente deles, claro que não, mas você não me dá escolha. Anda tão atrevida, vagabunda demais. Suja demais. Passando de mão em mão sem que eu permita isso — Embora as estocadas sejam brutas, sentia um prazer enorme em ser estimulada daquele jeito. Seu reto ficava tão sensível quando Lee se empurrava que, poderia gozar apenas com isso.
Quando percebe as suas costinhas se envergando, Heeseung força-a para que se mantenha empinada. Recua só para que pudesse se socar com mais veemência, até a virilha se apertar contra a carne da bundinha delicada, e dessa vez, suas pernas falham, se desfazem sobre a cama feito uma boneca que acabou a pilha.
— Pronto, prontinho, já aprendeu a porra da lição, não já? — O seu rostinho está queimando de tanta exaustão, as pernas estão úmidas pelo gotejo de seu buraquinho, transbordando a porra largada de maneira tão desprezível pelo Lee. A bucetinha? Pingando de tanta frustração de não ter sido estimulada.
Os dedos longos se enroscam em seus cabelos, trazendo-te para cima para que todos os amiguinhos pudessem contemplar a sua face sonolenta e miserável.
— Pode brincar à vontade com teus namoradinhos, mas enquanto eu não entrar por aquela porta, ninguém toca em você. Deu pra entender?
— Huh-hm! — É o quê sua boquinha tola consegue proferir devido há tanta vertigem.
— Ótimo, ótimo. Minha princesa é espertinha e meus parceiros não são burros de tocarem na minha menina antes da hora. Você é minha antes de ser de qualquer um aqui, porque diferente deles, eu criei você — Diz, pondo-te deitadinha de volta entre os lençóis. — Acena se entendeu, vadia — Você balança a cabecinha, caindo em um sono profundo e pesado.
— Beleza, então — Heeseung arrasta o zíper da calça para cima, se retirando do recinto. Sem estresse. — Cuidem bem da nossa menininha de sorte. Arrumem e deixem ela descansar. Fez um trabalhinho pesado hoje.
Os seis se levantam prontamente, os seus sentidos ainda estão uma bagunça. Percebe que alguns ajeitam o quarto, outros te acomodam confortavelmente sobre a cama. Alguns dedos te faziam um carinho gostoso nos cabelos, outros massageiam seus tornozelos. Lábios misteriosos distribuem selares por todos os cantinhos.
Não saberia dizer quem fazia o quê, mas certamente era o momento que você mais curtia.
— Tsc, o Lee é sempre tão ciumento contigo, não é princesa? Possessivo pra caralho, não sabe dividir você — Uma das vozes sussurra arrastada em seu ouvido. — Deixa ele sonhar que é seu dono, deixa ele achar que manda em alguma coisa. Vamos manter nosso segredinho, beleza?
Seu cérebro fodido não permite que identifique quem diz. Mas, é bom, muito bom ouvir.
— Não vamos contar ainda que você é nossa garotinha de sorte. Você é nossa, não é?
— S-sou… sou sim!
— Claro que é — A boca misteriosa sela a sua, sorrindo orgulhosamente. — Não vai querer receber um corretivo de mais seis caras hoje, né?
.✦ ݁⋆ ── notas: “𝟕𝟕𝟕” é seu angel number, e por sorte, sete também é o número de namoradinhos que você carrega na bolsa… feito amuletos! ⋆˙⟡
.✦ ݁⋆ ── avisos: smut. gangbang bem soft com o heeseung centralizado, anal, bastante degradação, dirty talk, sexo desprotegido, creampie, exibicionismo, tem tapas e puxões de cabelos, acho que é isso, boa sorte.
A porta no final do corredor é aberta e o cheiro de nicotina e sexo logo predominam o olfato apurado de Lee Heeseung.
— Que merda — Vociferou ao dar de cara com os dedos do Shim já encaracolando os seus cabelos, te mantendo em uma conchinha pra lá de preguiçosa. Ignorou o fato de vocês estarem completamente nus agora.
— Vai, vaza — Intimou, puxando seu tornozelo macio para fora da cama. — Me dá ela aqui, é a minha vez.
— A gatinha quer dormir, Heeseung, deixa ela. Ninguém mandou você se atrasar.
Tentando inutilmente conter a irritação, parou rente ao seu rostinho abobalhado de sono, abaixou-se com aquela velha expressão que você temia há distância. Encolhe-se no peito do Shim, medrosinha, como se o maior pudesse lhe proteger de alguma coisa. Porra, como Heeseung odiava esse seu teatro.
— Anda logo — Agora fala diretamente contigo. — Levanta.
— Tsc, te falei… essa ai não levanta daqui nem com reza braba! — O moreno te abraça mais contra o peito, pirracento, mas bastou você ouvir o duro e conciso “é hora de vir comigo, levanta logo dessa porra ou eu vou te tirar daí”, que seu corpinho se ergueu automaticamente, cambaleando.
Ainda está grogue, fraca. Sente um quentinho gostoso escorrer por entre as pernas, e não era pra menos, afinal Jake e Jay se aliviaram ali mais cedo. Duas vezes, para ser exata. Estava praticamente esturricada. Foi tola demais por cogitar que daria conta de brincar com aqueles dois desesperados que, te fodiam como se estivessem em uma competição acirrada sobre quem te fazia gritar mais alto.
— Pega leve, ela tá molinha pra caralho hoje.
— Eu decido se pego leve, já mandei você ralar, quer que eu desenhe? — Jake ergue as mãos em rendição, liberando o quarto para o maior poder usar. Porém, Heeseung encara a sua bucetinha primeiro, escaneia ela como se pudesse identificar de quem eram aquelas porras vazando de você.
— Odeio ser um dos últimos. Aposto que já nem consegue levar mais nada aí dentro — Jogou-se na poltrona, estressado, no entanto, você era um calmante natural, ao vê-la sentar-se bonitinha sobre seus pés, já sente a tensão do corpo se esvair. Poderia fumar todos os baseados bolados no bolso, que a única onda capaz de acalmá-lo, de fato, estava bem ali, no meio de suas perninhas macias.
— E então? — Acariciou a ponta de seu queixo, terno. — Aguenta levar seu Hee ou quer ir pra cama “dormir de conchinha”?
— Que pergunta mais boba — Sorriu, doce e devassa. — Tava ansiosa por você — Sua cabecinha já está pra lá de avoada, mas era o Heeseung. Seu corpo queimava só com a presença do mais velho, e apesar dos inúmeros namoradinhos no bolso, reconhecia-o como dono.
Você era o quê os caras chamavam de “brinquedinho anti-estresse”, a gatinha que oferecia-se como forma de alívio durante as árduas semanas de provas. A princípio, era só o Lee, deixava-o relaxado, mansinho depois de descontar toda a tensão acumulada em você. É claro que não demorou para que os amiguinhos dele começassem a te procurar também.
— Onde eles encheram? Mostra pra mim.
— Hm — Levou o dedinho à boca como se não se lembrasse perfeitamente das últimas duas horas sujas dentro naquele quarto. — Aqui… — Apontou a barriguinha bonita, pousando a face corada no joelho do rapaz.
— Onde mais?
— Na boca — Heeseung sente a tensão retornar para o corpo quase que instantaneamente. Gostava de ser o primeiro a usar o lugarzinho úmido. Já havia dito isso mais vezes do que gostaria.
— Quem foi?
Silêncio. Você encolhe os ombrinhos, se erguendo para o colo do maior, capenguinha. Levou os lábios doces ao ouvido do digníssimo para sussurrar: “o Hoonie!”. Ah, pra quê? A quentura exorbitante já sobe pelo estômago do Lee que, encara a porta do quarto, puto.
— E o “Honnie” por acaso não sabe qual é a porra do lugar dele? — Ditou alto o suficiente para o amigo ouvir da cozinha. Não demorou para que o som dos passos ecoassem pelo corredor pequeno.
— Ah, vai chorar? — O Park se achega, bem-humorado, mordiscando uma maçã pra lá de apetitosa. — Se quer entrada vip na boquinha da menina vai precisar chegar mais cedo — Os demais malandros vão brotando ali, um a um, para verem a confusão acontecer. — Cheguei e a nossa gatinha tava aqui sozinha, sem nenhuma atenção do “dono” dela — Sunghoon morde um pedaço generoso da fruta, retirando parte para levar à sua boca que, recebe-o docemente.
A acidez se alastra em seu paladar, mastiga gulosinha, recebendo dele um afago gostoso nos cabelos.
— Tava comendo um docinho toda abandonada, não é, amor? — Park aparece em sua visão, está propositalmente sem camisa, só para exibir os vincos avermelhados na costela pálida. Ordinário. O riso dele faz com que arrebite a face.
— Psiu! — Heeseung traz de volta o seu rostinho para si. O toque é áspero e a sua bucetinha? Já se contrai. — Tava comendo o quê, danadinha?
— Doce de leite.
— É? E, tava gostoso?
— Uhum! Depois o Honnie me pediu pra… — Você olha de escanteio, paralisa, percebe que falou demais. Vislumbra o torso leitoso se aproximar pela visão periférica. Park sopra pelas narinas, achando aquilo tudo uma graça. Você era a menina dos olhos dele, não podia negar.
— Vai em frente, neném, pode contar — Deu outra mordida na maçã suculenta. — Conta pra ele do quê a gente brincou, conta? O Lee vai curtir saber.
— Ah, vou — Com a permissão dada, leva a boquinha ao ouvido do Heeseung, faz uma conchinha com as mãos como quem conta um segredinho. Mas, não se deixa enganar pela falsa simpatia, sabia que ele estava puto só de sentir a orelha queimando.
— O Hoonie pediu docinho na boca — Entrega, receosa.
— E, depois ela me melou todo com aquela coisa pastosa, né princesa? — O Park acrescenta, provocador, tocando a sua boquinha. — Me chupou até eu dar um leitinho de verdade pra você, não foi? Tomou tudo tão de pressa.
Tímida, encara a própria barriguinha cheia da porra do Sunghoon. Merda, faz a testa do Lee se tensionar na hora. Da porta, já consegue ouvir um “Briga com a menina não, Hee, a boca da gatinha trabalhou bem pra porra hoje!”. É o Jay quem diz, passivo-agressivo, porém a mão do maior já subia furiosa por seus cabelos. Tudo por não ter o esperado.
— Você tá ficando cada vez mais imunda, sem limites, tô precisando te educar de novo? — A mão grande toma o seu queixo com firmeza. — Vou meter no meio desses peitinhos, já que a boca e a buceta já eram.
— Ah, sobre isso…
— Vai me dizer que já sujaram aqui também? — Os risos faceiros dos amigos é a resposta. Já estava tirando-o do sério.
— O Wonnie e o Nono gostam de descontar o estresse aqui — Heeseung encara a dupla de diabinhos que se jogam na cama só para assistirem o seu julgamento. Gostavam de apertar e esmagar os seus peitos como forma de “descompressão”.
— Mamou um de cada ladinho e só, Hee, eu juro!
— E, ao mesmo tempo, pelo o quê eu tô vendo — Heeseung passeia os dígitos por seus seios, vendo as marquinhas explícitas arroxeadas das chupadas recentes que Sunoo e Jungwon deixaram em seus mamilinhos. Merda, não sobrou nada pra ele. Foi o primeiro a te educar, te mimar e agora, já não tinha mais o mínimo respeito por ele. Inadmissível.
— É boazinha demais pra esses marmanjos, deixou eles mal acostumados. E, pelo visto, eu sou bom demais pra você também — Sua carinha de boa moça não surte efeito. Não com ele. — Era meu brinquedinho particular e hoje te pegam a hora que querem, te usam e me entregam toda suja, vazando porra, cheia de roxinhos por todo o canto. Vou ter que botar ordem nisso.
Seus olhinhos se enchem quando é levada de volta para a cama. Temerosa, se agarra a uma almofadinha, se empinando toda para trás. Já está ciente do que iria acontecer assim que escuta o som metálico do cinto de Lee Heeseung ser desatado.
— É tão espertinha que já sabe o quê é pra fazer, não é? — Usou a própria porra dos amigos para lubrificar o seu rabinho. Espalha todo o excesso pegajoso com os dedos. Por sorte, Heeseung não era grosso, mas era longo o suficiente para te deixar abertinha e dolorida. A ponta do caralho já começa a se esfregar na entrada menor, a cabecinha brinca contra suas preguinhas covardemente e vai se afundando sem cerimônia.
— Colem aqui, quero mostrar uma coisa — Intima para os amigos que, vão se achegando um a um e se deitando na cama em que está debruçada, nua, bem pertinho para vê-la sendo destruída. Recebe um beijinho na têmpora, e pelo perfume, sabe que veio do Jay.
Suas mãos suam, a boquinha se abre em buscar de ar, mas não obtém. Sente a cama se afundar aos poucos com o peso dos corpos masculinos se acumulando mais perto de ti.
— Pobrezinha, se eu soubesse, tinha preparado melhor a bundinha dela — Ni-ki alfineta, retirando os fios de cabelo que cobriam o seu rosto.
— Relaxa, a gente beija tudo assim que ele acabar, não é? A gente beija onde estiver dodói, princesa — Sunoo aperta suas bochechinhas, sempre amável, sempre doce.
Mas, levando em consideração a pressão com que era invadida, precisaria de muito mais que um beijinho. Seus choramingos tornam-se tão manhosos, que Jungwon se vê na obrigação de levar o próprio indicador para calar os seus chorinhos tolos.
— Aqui, pode chupar, amor, chupa — O dígito macio se enterra em sua boca e se arrasta contra a língua. — Mama, desconta sua raivinha aqui — Obedece, engolindo todos os gemidinhos sôfregos na garganta junto com o dígito.
— Olhem bem pra ela — A mão grande do Lee pressiona-te contra o colchão. Selvagem, as veias dos braços já completamente saltadas. — Quero que vejam o quê acontece com a gatinha de vocês quando se atrevem a foder antes do dono dela chegar — Seu sexo exposto é invadido sem nenhuma delicadeza, é ríspido, voraz. Seus dedinhos tentam alcançar a bucetinha abandonada para se proporcionar um pouco mais de prazer, mas é impedida por Ni-ki.
— Tsc, tsc, não pode! — Tem a bochecha estapeada pelo Nishimura. Heeseung não acha de todo ruim, na verdade, sabe que você merece a humilhaçãozinha que está recebendo, merece os risinhos covardes que caçoam ao te verem tão desesperada por um orgasmo. Merece que os caras que você proporcionou prazer zombem de sua carinha sedenta e exausta. Merece.
— É pra esses putos que você dá a buceta, tá vendo? ‘Tão nem aí pra você, só querem se enfiar e te usar de puta, só — Faminto, enterra todos os centímetros sem dó de suas preguinhas o apertando tanto. As socadas tornam-se tão fundas, que até faz alguns biquinhos se formarem nos lábios dos que te assistiam. A falsa misericórdia só te deixa ainda mais miserável.
— Porra, tadinha. Qual foi, vai deixar a bonitinha sem andar mesmo, Heeseung? — Deu de ombros para o comentário simplório do Shim. Pouco importava, queria você deplorável, destruída em cima daqueles lençóis. — Deixa ela unir as perninhas, vai?
— Não. Não vai, não — Afasta mais os seus joelhos com as pernas. — Tá doida pra apertar essa buceta, mas não vai, não tá merecendo.
Os olhares lascivos estão inertes, fixos em seus lábios vazando saliva sem controle, vidrados nos trancos que seu corpo dá, cada vez que Lee Heeseung arremete. Eram obcecados por você. Sunghoon mesmo já estava louco para se oferecer pra te siriricar rapidinho, só pra que não visse mais aquela carinha chorona clamando por ele em silêncio.
— Hoonie, p-por favor? — Sussurra, o desmontando inteiro, mas não podia intervir.
— Ih, tá com dó, “Hoonie”? Essa vadia ai enrola você fácil demais — O Riki cutuca, imitando seu biquinho apelativo. Mas, não consegue conter o risinho cínico quando a palma do Nishimura lhe acerta outro tapa, com aquele olhar arruaceiro na face.
— Viu como é sapeca? É tudo cena, pô!
— Porra, não estraga o rostinho dela, vai ficar marcado — Jay pede. E, pelo som melado que ecoa, sabe que ele já está se punhetando, era um Voyeur de primeira.
— É outro bajulador dessa piranha? — O Riki escarnece, adorando vê-la à mercê. Alguns já massageavam as ereções doloridinhas dentro da calça, outros comentavam sobre o quanto era fraquinha demais para foder com sete de uma vez.
— Não queria ter que te corrigir na frente deles, claro que não, mas você não me dá escolha. Anda tão atrevida, vagabunda demais. Suja demais. Passando de mão em mão sem que eu permita isso — Embora as estocadas sejam brutas, sentia um prazer enorme em ser estimulada daquele jeito. Seu reto ficava tão sensível quando Lee se empurrava que, poderia gozar apenas com isso.
Quando percebe as suas costinhas se envergando, Heeseung força-a para que se mantenha empinada. Recua só para que pudesse se socar com mais veemência, até a virilha se apertar contra a carne da bundinha delicada, e dessa vez, suas pernas falham, se desfazem sobre a cama feito uma boneca que acabou a pilha.
— Pronto, prontinho, já aprendeu a porra da lição, não já? — O seu rostinho está queimando de tanta exaustão, as pernas estão úmidas pelo gotejo de seu buraquinho, transbordando a porra largada de maneira tão desprezível pelo Lee. A bucetinha? Pingando de tanta frustração de não ter sido estimulada.
Os dedos longos se enroscam em seus cabelos, trazendo-te para cima para que todos os amiguinhos pudessem contemplar a sua face sonolenta e miserável.
— Pode brincar à vontade com teus namoradinhos, mas enquanto eu não entrar por aquela porta, ninguém toca em você. Deu pra entender?
— Huh-hm! — É o quê sua boquinha tola consegue proferir devido há tanta vertigem.
— Ótimo, ótimo. Minha princesa é espertinha e meus parceiros não são burros de tocarem na minha menina antes da hora. Você é minha antes de ser de qualquer um aqui, porque diferente deles, eu criei você — Diz, pondo-te deitadinha de volta entre os lençóis. — Acena se entendeu, vadia — Você balança a cabecinha, caindo em um sono profundo e pesado.
— Beleza, então — Heeseung arrasta o zíper da calça para cima, se retirando do recinto. Sem estresse. — Cuidem bem da nossa menininha de sorte. Arrumem e deixem ela descansar. Fez um trabalhinho pesado hoje.
Os seis se levantam prontamente, os seus sentidos ainda estão uma bagunça. Percebe que alguns ajeitam o quarto, outros te acomodam confortavelmente sobre a cama. Alguns dedos te faziam um carinho gostoso nos cabelos, outros massageiam seus tornozelos. Lábios misteriosos distribuem selares por todos os cantinhos.
Não saberia dizer quem fazia o quê, mas certamente era o momento que você mais curtia.
— Tsc, o Lee é sempre tão ciumento contigo, não é princesa? Possessivo pra caralho, não sabe dividir você — Uma das vozes sussurra arrastada em seu ouvido. — Deixa ele sonhar que é seu dono, deixa ele achar que manda em alguma coisa. Vamos manter nosso segredinho, beleza?
Seu cérebro fodido não permite que identifique quem diz. Mas, é bom, muito bom ouvir.
— Não vamos contar ainda que você é nossa garotinha de sorte. Você é nossa, não é?
— S-sou… sou sim!
— Claro que é — A boca misteriosa sela a sua, sorrindo orgulhosamente. — Não vai querer receber um corretivo de mais seis caras hoje, né?
˚⟡˖ your wolf hybrid! boyfriend thinks hes hella cool but he can't help but act as a puppy for you˚⟡˖
⋆˚꩜.ᐟ nicho's tail never stops wagging, breeding, knotting, cream pie, raw sex, hickies, peeing, piss marking, soft dom! nicho, oral (f! receiving), lmk if i missed anything.
WC 1562 -- dedicated to @peppers-swan -- m.list
Nicho was a gangster, well, he tried to be. His jeans were always far too big and held up by a studded belt, ears covered in piercings and wired earbuds he refused to get rid of. His hair was constantly bleached a soft blonde in his signature mullet fashion.
He always pretended to be a gangster, a skateboard by his feet and sunglasses perched on his nose to hide that soft look he got in his eye whenever he saw a stray cat. The way his hand would have to squeeze the base of his tail so it didn’t wag.
Nicho really did try to be a gangster, but the way his grey ears perked each time he caught a whiff of your sweet scent and the way his tail started to wag at just the sound of your name. The way he followed you around like a lost puppy and always kept an eye out for you at the clan meetings.
Nicho was a gangster until he had you, until his tail started to ache because he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He was a gangster until you kissed him at the skatepark where he spent his evenings in front of all the other Alphas and he completely melted into you.
Nicho’s tail really hadn’t stopped wagging since you had said yes to being his girlfriend, since his 4 months of courting paid off and you were his, covered in his scent and bite marks. Even worse, he swore his cock hadn’t had a chance to be soft since he smelt your sweet strawberry scent.
Strawberries so ripe and plump he really did just want to take a bite out of you, sink his teeth into your scent gland and claim you as his. Keep his tail wrapped around your waist as he holds you in the air to take you- fuck there was so much he wanted to do.
“Nicho,” Your voice pulls him out of his lust induced haze, his tail already thumping against the bed. He turns to look at you, ears perked and that dopey grin which showed his sharp fangs. He moves to nuzzle into your neck before pulling away, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he pants with drool pooling at the tip.
“You’re such a puppy,” You giggle, a hand moving down to his toned stomach to give it a few rubs. Somehow, his tail wags harder, a small whine bubbling in his throat. “Am not- I’m an alpha!” Nicho furrows his eyebrows in a fake angry scowl to try to seem intimidating.
You can’t help but laugh at his expression, “You look so cute, surprised you aren’t an omega,” the playful glint in the wolf’s eyes goes, snarling as he pins you down to the bed. You screech, falling backwards into the pillows as your boyfriend nips at your scent gland.
“I’m not an omega,” Nicho growls, his brown irises almost completely swallowed by his dark pupils, his chest heaving. “I’m an alpha,” he repeats, that sickening sweet scent of strawberries making it harder for him to think.
You whimper, Nicho’s grey ears disappearing into the brown roots of his bleached hair when he realises he’s scaring you. His tail tucks between his legs as he sits back on his haunches, ears pinned firmly to his head. “Baby I’m sorry,” he whispers, a hand in front of his mouth in case he bit you.
You tut, pulling his hands away from his mouth. Nicho had always been worried about accidentally biting you, about losing control and his wolf side taking over. “You just caught me off guard puppy,” You giggle, a finger hooking on the thin metal of his chain.
You tug him closer, close enough that your lips brush against each word you utter, “My alpha,” You smile, leaning in to press your lips against his plush pink ones. You can feel the movement of his tail wagging through his shoulders with just how fast it was wagging.
“Mhm,” Nicho tries to talk but you only kiss him harder, moving your lips against his to silence whatever protest he was going to make. Nicho whimpers, leaning into the kiss and gripping at your waist tightly, his hips already bucking into the air.
“Baby,, I’m still so sensitive,” He whispers against your lips, reminding you that he had only finished his rut a week ago and was still very much in the mindset to breed. “F-fuck,” His hips stutter, his lips trailing kisses down your jaw until he’s nuzzling into your scent gland again.
“You smell so good baby, so ripe, just wanna give you my pups,” Nicho whimpers, sliding his hands up your shirt to caress your sides and paw at your tits. “Gonna fuck you so hard, make you so full,” Nicho sighs, tugging his shirt over his head before pressing his lips into yours again.
You moan softly into the kiss, legs spreading so the wolf hybrid could get between them, his hard cock pressing into your core. You whine, Nicho’s hands grasping at your waist to keep you still. “I’m in control here baby, be a good pup,”
You squirm, nodding and pulling back so you could shed your own shirt and bra, Nicho’s lips kissing all over your breasts. “Fucking hell you’re so hot,” His ears pinned back, soft grey tips disappearing into his hair again as he gently nipped at your nipple.
“Nicho,” You pant, head tilting to the side as he slid your pants and panties down your legs. His lips left a trail of hickies, sucking a pretty heart onto your stomach before kissing your clit. “P-Please,” your words are quiet but Nicho’s sensitive ears pick them up, smirking into your thigh.
“Baby you taste so good fuck,” his hips grind against the bed as he laps at your cunt, fangs grazing against your clit. His long tongue pushes into your pussy, licking up almost all of your strawberry sweet arousal. Nicho grips your thighs, spreading them wider so he could get his tongue deeper.
He presses his fingers into your cunt, curling them to hit that sensitive spot inside of you. “Gotta stretch you out for my cock huh? My good girl, gonna take Alpha's knot?” Nicho groans, thumb finding your clit to press into it.
“Yes, yes, fuck I will. I’ll be good, just please I need you,” You whine, chest rising and falling at an uneven rate before Nicho’s delving back into your cunt. His tail whips behind him, hips rutting against the bed in desperation.
Nicho’s tongue flicks your clit and the knot in your stomach snaps, thighs clenching around his head as you cum. Your cream dribbles out of you, coating Nicho’s tongue in the sweet nectar before he swallows it, his own pants getting damp.
“Taste so good, wan have your cream on my strawberries,” Nicho nuzzles into your chest, yanking down his pants and boxers so he could get his cock out. The tip’s swollen and flushed an angry red colour, a bead of precum rolling down his length.
“You want this dick baby?” He smacks the tip against your cunt, coating his cock in your slick. You nod, reaching down so you force him inside of you, whining loudly at the stretch of him. His cock was so big stretching you in ways that no one could ever do, his tail still eagerly wagging behind him.
You hook your legs around his waist, one hand reaching around his back to tug at the base of his tail. The hybrid mewls, hips stuttering as he begins to thrust, moving your legs so they were over his shoulders, balls smacking against your ass.
“Oh fuck baby girl, you’re so fucking tight,” Nicho leans forwards, kissing all down your neck before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You hiss, one of his hands coming to your chest to pinch and pull at your sensitive nipples, his thumb pressing into the bud.
“Please,” you tug at his tail again, his eyes fluttering shut and hips stuttering. “G-gonna cum,” You pant, ears flushed red as you keep tugging at his tail to get him closer to his own release. His knot catches on your hole, the scent of strawberries filling the room.
You whine, clenching and fluttering around his cock as you cum, back arching. “Please, please, cum inside of me, please?” You beg, pulling him closer by using your ankles. Nicho pants, teeth baring in a snarl before he stills and cums, thick white release filling you up.
His knot swells, keeping himself snug inside of you, his cock twitching every now and again to let out another spurt of cum. “Your scent is so addicting baby, gonna mark you,” He nods against your neck as he trembles, his cock twitching again before a spurt of pee leaves him.
“Ni-nicho?” You open your eyes, your pussy get stuffed with the wolf’s piss. The acrid liquid mixed with your combined releases allows him to slip his knot out of your cum, his pee spraying across your tummy as it leaks out of your cunt with his cum.
“Mine,” He groans, the stream tapering off before he collapses completely on top of you, eyes fluttering shut. His tail wags gently behind him, even as he’s falling asleep. What a happy puppy.
No exit to this daytime thirst
It's just instinct, all I want is you no doubt
part one
Syntrinx was one of the largest companies in Seoul, renowned for its amazing technology, and a very prestigious company. Landing a job there was like winning the lottery; you’d be set for life.
[[Monday, 08:00am, 2025]]
The 7 of them huddled around the coffee machine, whispering amongst themselves.
HS: “We need to get rid of him. I don’t care how but get rid of him.” his fists clenched tightly around the cup
Sunoo: “Any ideas?” he asks, nursing the steaming coffee
Jake, hesitant, but clearly with ideas, finally speaks.
Jake: “What if we just.. stop? Don’t give him any work, stop briefing him on tasks. Ice him out.”
The other 6 pause, looking at him with varying expressions
Jay: “What, like get him fired by forcing him to be incompetent? I like it.”
he says, a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes creeping up on his face
By the time the new year rolled around, the 20th new hire had also been fired due to incompetence. The 7 of them took advantage of how strict the higher-ups were, using it to their advantage. Theres one thing they hate more than a new person. Sharing their space. So naturally, any newcomers were gone within the month.
[[ 2026, the beginning of the first quarter. ]]
Jungwon and Ni-ki get to the office, holding an envelope.
Ni-ki: “Good news guys. We officially have another new hire. She’s pretty too.”
Both him and Jungwon look disgustingly excited, clearly having opened the resume beforehand.
Sunghoon approaches them with long strides, taking the envelope from Ni-ki. He opens it, scanning the documents inside.
Name: Y/N
Age: 20
A small photo attached of her face in the corner. Y/N was in fact pretty. And a foreigner? Even better. No allies, new city, new company.
Sunghoon lets out a sharp laugh, like he found treasure.
Sunghoon: “Twenty-one.”
The others immediately understood, another target.
They pass around the resume, all sharing the same look. Excitement.
Jay: “She’s starting tomorrow?”
Heeseung: “Mm. She is.”
They all laugh together, the sound grating to outsiders.
[[Meanwhile, somewhere in Seoul..]]
The apartment was far from luxury. A boarding house, the size of Y/N’s bathroom back home. Regardless, she was grateful to have the opportunity to move here finally.
The hum of the refrigerator and the occasional traffic drifted in through the window.
Y/N sat on the floor, laptop glowing in front of her. On her bed, a freshly ironed outfit for her first day tomorrow, a notebook with meticulous plans, and finally, the copy of her employment contract. She re-read the contract time and time again, squealing in excitement.
“Syntrinx”. Y/N repeated, making the name sound natural rolling off her tongue. A smile spread across her face. She couldn’t believe it. Getting a job in a new country hadn’t been easy for her. Being a foreigner meant every interview felt twice as hard. Some companies rejected her before she could even begin to present herself. Others praised her qualifications yet chose someone else.
Her inbox was filled with emails of rejection, all sounding the same.
“Unfortunately..”
“We wish you the best..”
“We have decided..”
She stopped counting a long time ago. Until she came across Syntrinx. They were different. She could tell they cared about results. Experience. Qualifications. Things she could do.
A pleased grin spread across her face, she leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Tommorow, she was officially starting to show for her hard work. A real career. A future. No more pot noodles and dreading the monthly bill for the boarding house. Freedom.
Her phone buzzed, lighting up the room. Her mother.
“Take it easy on your first day.”
Y/N laughed to herself, knowing she was going to do everything but take it easy. She was going to arrive 30 minutes early. Nothing would ruin this opportunity. Not impossible workloads, not difficult coworkers, not long hours, nothing. She hadn’t moved halfway across the world, faced dozens of rejections, just to “take it easy”.
Whatever Syntrinx threw at her, she’d make sure to handle it. Tomorrow would officially be here first day. And she was going to make sure it wasn’t her last.
[[ Tuesday, 07:30am.]]
Y/N arrived at the company 30 minutes before her shift as promised. The building was intimidatingly large, the logo printed massively on the side. She walks in, security posted on the side, the insides lavish. She confidently strode to the front desk.
The receptionist smiled.
“You’re early.”
Y/N smiled back.
“I know.”
After pleasantries were exchanged, she was escorted up to her department. It was the 16th floor. The elevator let out a pleasant hum, the doors sliding open. However, the moment the doors open, seven pairs of eyes landed on her. The silence was deafening.
Y/N resisted the urge to make a face. The air was strange. Uncomfortable. Like she interrupted something. The group of guys started openly. Not subtle glances. Actually staring. Like they were picking her apart with their eyes with no shame. She’d dealt with it before. As a foreigner, she tended to attract attention. But still, a little professionalism wouldn’t hurt.
The woman next to her finally spoke up, clearing her throat.
“Everyone, this is Y/N. She’ll be joining your team starting today.”
Silence. The 7 simply just.. looked.
The woman started looking mildly irritated at their reaction. Or rather, lack of.
“Well?”
Jungwon was first to speak, plastering a bright smile on his face.
“Right.” he laughed “Sorry.”
He didn’t look sorry at all.
Y/N’s eyes scanned the room.
One of them, Sunghoon was openly studying her like a puzzle. Another looked amused. One, disappointed, and one far too excited.
This was weird. Very weird.
“Nice to meet you all.”
Y/N bowed politely. The seven exchanged quick glances.
Heeseung leaned back in his chair. “Nice to meet you too.”
His smile didn’t reach his eyes.
Y/N already knew to be careful around him. He screamed trouble.
The manager clapped her hands.
“Perfect. Heeseung? You’ll be training her.”
The smile dropped off his face so fast, the manager already walking away before he could object.
The office fell into that same silence again. Y/N took her own initiative and approached him.
She stood in front of him, staring. He stared right back. Y/N already had enough of this weird energy, finally speaking.
“Well?”
HS: “Well, what?”
Y/N: “Aren’t you training me?”
The rest of them immediately looked away, trying not laugh. And failing.
Heeseung was caught off guard. He was used to the new hires cowering. Too afraid to speak.
Y/N glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Well? Are you planning on training me through telepathy?”
Jake nearly choked on his coffee. The group looked genuinely surprised. Probably the most emotive they’d looked since Y/N walked in.
Heeseung stood slowly, his chair rolling back into his desk.
A sickly smile grew on his face.
“You’re going to be interesting.”
Y/N picked up her bag. “I get that a lot.”
The 7 of them shared a look, identical. This wasn’t going to be an easy cookie to crack.
The rest of the morning was a disaster. Or atleast, that’s what the 7 intended.
Heeseung dumped a stack of documents onto her desk.
“Read these.”
She glanced at the pile. There had to be hundreds of pages.
“All of them?” She asked, slightly baffled by this idiotic request.
“Yes.” He responded, voice clipped.
“Preferably before lunch.” He added, tone almost mocking.
She stared at him. Her jaw was clenched and a small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.
An hour later, he returned.
“Finished?”
“No.”
“Too hard?”
“No.”
He frowned slightly, glancing at the others. Y/N kept typing.
The next assignment was even worse. 3 separate projects. A software she had never used before. Instructions that were just filler words and completely useless. Whenever she asked Heeseung for guidance, he gave the shortest answers humanly possible.
“Where can I find client files?”
“Server.”
“Which folder?”
“Client folder.”
She muttered under her breath, “Very helpful.”
A sarcastic remark.
He heard. He didn’t say anything, just smirked to himself.
By lunchtime, her head was aching. By 3, she wanted to destroy the monitor. By 5, she miraculously completed everything he’d given her. When Heeseung returned to her desk, he expected frustration. Tears. Or even a complaint. His eyes narrowed.
“Finished?”
She looked up.
“Most.”
“Most?”
“Im just double checking some things.”
He stared for a second, baffled. He noticed the notebook. Pages filled with handwriting. Explanations, Questions, solutions. She had practically made her own training manual.
Annoying. So fucking annoying.
“Anything else?” She asked.
“No.”
“Good.” She kept working.
She just dismissed him?
Heeseung never wanted to throw a stapler at someone more.
[[ Midday, Lunch break. ]]
The rooftop has become unofficially theirs years ago. No managers. No interns. No interruptions.
A cigarette glowed in Sunghoon’s slender fingers. Jake leaned against the railing. Jungwon sat on a ventilation unit. The rest scattered around the rooftop. For a while, they were quiet.
Then-
HS: “She’s so fucking annoying.”
Heeseung’s sudden declaration was met with laughter.
Ni-ki: “You’ve known her six hours.”
HS: “Ive known her long enough.”
Sunoo: “How did she do with the stack of documents?”
HS: “Finished it.”
Jay: “The software?”
HS: “Finished it.”
Jungwon: “The client database?”
“Finished it.”
The laughter stopped. Jake frowned. “Are you serious?”
Heeseung nodded, frustration all over his face.
“She made notes.”
They collectively groaned.
“Great. Shes one of the those.” Ni-ki said, dragging a hand down his face.
“One of what?” Jake asked.
“Competent ones.”
No one liked competent ones. They stayed longer. Created problems. Fought back.
Sunghoon exhaled smoke into the air. “So, whats the plan?”
The group fell silent. 20 people. 20 successful removals. The process was usually simple. Exclude, ignore, and make them work like dogs, make management think they’re incapable. They eventually left. But something was different this time. Y/N was never intimidated. Not a single time.
Heeseung agreed, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“It’ll be more interesting.”
They exchanged knowing glances. And far below them, Y/N was slaving away at her desk, unaware of the discussion taking place above her. Twenty-one. Their newest target. And for the first time in a long time, a challenge.
Two weeks. Two entire weeks.
Twenty previous hires had never lasted this long.
Yet somehow, Y/N was still here.
Still arriving early. Still leaving late. Still smiling.
The printer jammed? She fixed it.
A client complained? She handled it.
Someone “accidently” forgot to include her in an important email chain?
She found the information herself. It was infuriating.
Heeseung slammed a folder onto the conference room table.
“I can’t do this anymore.” Nobody disagreed. Around the room sat six equally irritated men. Sunoo was exhausted. Jay was rubbing his temples. Jake had developed the habit of glaring at Y/N from across the office whenever she solved a problem. The worst part? Management loved her. Yesterday alone, she received praise from three different department heads.
“Do you know what she did this morning?” Jungwon asked.
Nobody answered.
“She thanked me.”
The room feel silent.
Jungwon looked genuinely offended.
“I ignored her for two weeks.”
“And?” Ni-ki asked.
“And she thanked me for helping her.”
“You didn’t help her.”
“I know.”
Sunghoon let out a long sigh.
“Everything we do backfires.”
Because it was true. The isolation didn’t work. The impossible workloads didn’t work. The lack of support didn’t work. The constant inconveniences didn’t work. If anything, she seemed more determined every day. Heeseung dropped into his chair.
“She’s stubborn.”
“No.” Jay corrected.
“She’s fucking crazy.”
“Same thing.”
“No, there’s a difference.”
Another silence settled over the room. For the first time in years, they had no plan. No obvious weakness. No easy to push someone out. Then Sunoo spoke.
“What if we’re approaching this wrong?”
The room turned towards him.
“What do you mean?” Jake asked.
Sunoo leaned back.
“We’ve been treating her like every other hire.”
“Because she is.”
“No.”
His expression darkened slightly.
“No she isn’t.”
The room slowly quieted. Because deep down, they all knew he was right. Every previous employee had cracked under pressure. Y/N hadn’t. Every previous employee had eventually left. Y/N looked like she’d chain herself to her desk before quitting.
“So what?” Heeseung asked.
Sunoo hesitated.
Then-
“We stop treating her like an employee.”
The room went still. No one laughed. No one made a joke. Because they immediately understood what he meant. A dangerous grin slowly appeared on Jay’s face.
“That’s a terrible idea.”
“It is.”
“And we’re all thinking it.”
Jungwon groaned loudly.
“This is going to end badly.”
“Probably.”
“For who?”
No one answered. Across the office, completely unaware of the discussion taking place behind closed doors, Y/N sat at her desk. Focused. Determined. Typing away at her computer. Completely oblivious to the fact that after two weeks of failure, the seven had finally decided to change tactics. And for the first time she’d arrived at Syntrinx, that might actually be a problem.
The change started on Monday. At first, Y/N thought she was imagining it. A chair placed just slightly too close to hers. A hand lingering on her desk while she worked. Someone leaning over her shoulder despite there being plenty of room. Small things. Annoying things. Things that couldn’t be reported. By Wednesday, she knew it wasn’t an accident. Y/N was carrying a stack of folders through the office when someone brushed past her. A sharp sting snapped against her shoulder. Her entire body froze. Her bra strap beneath her blouse had been pulled and snapped. The sound echoed in her ears, folder nearly slipping from her hands. Slowly, she turned around. Ni-ki looked sway suspiciously fast. Jake suddenly found his monitor fascinating. Sunoo was staring into his coffee. Cowards. Fucking cowards. Y/N narrowed her eyes.
“Which one of you did that?”
Silence. Not a single response. A few shoulders shook. Laughing. They were laughing? Her jaw clenched.
“Are you children?”
That wiped the smiles off several faces. Without another word, she walked away. The folder hit her desk harder than intended. Across the office, the seven exchanged glances.
“She’s angry.” One of them said, in a mocking tone.
“No way.” Another replied sarcastically.
“Really?” A snicker followed.
For some reason, their irritation had evolved into something else. Not friendship. Definitely not friendship. But they seemed obsessed with getting a reaction out of her. Unfortunately for them, Y/N’s preferred reaction was pretending they didn’t exist. And that was driving them insane.
Friday arrived. Y/N was trying to finish a report when a shadow appeared beside her desk. She didn’t look up. “What?” She said. The shadow lingered. “What?” She said again. Still typing, she finally looked up. Heeseung. Of course. “What do you want?” Heeseung leaned casually against the wall. “Someone’s awfully hostile.” A scoff escaped her lips. The other 6 stopped pretending not to listen. Heeseung blinked. She returned to her report. Conversation over. She dismissed him. Again. For a second, he looked genuinely offended. Then pushed himself upright.
“Youre impossible.”
“No.”
She didn’t even look at him.
“Im busy.”
Heeseung stood there for another second. Waiting, Expecting something. A reaction. AN argument. Anything. Instead, she simply continued working. He eventually left. The moment he disappeared; she heard muffled laughter from the far side of the office. Idiots, every last one of them. She worked too hard to get this job to let a group of overgrown children drive her out.
Another week later..
It didn’t feel like work anymore. Not entirely. At first it was the same routine. Assignments designed to overwhelm her. Instructions that didn’t make sense. Silent coordination between the 7 that made her work harder than it needed. All because they wanted that same reaction again. But she didn’t react the way they wanted. She adapted. Every single time. And it was becoming a problem.
Jay was the first to change tactics. He stopped blocking her. Started correcting her. In meetings, he would casually interrupt. “That’s not how the system works.” She would glance at him. Check her notes, then respond calmly. “Then the system documentation is outdated.” And she would right. Every time.
They regrouped countless times, all resorting to different methods. Nothing seemed to get through to her. Except that one incident. They had all seem to think about it, but no one dared do it again after her explosive reaction. Then, the divide started. They went off on their own, all determined to break the new hire. But the lines started blurring. They didn’t know if it was about getting rid of her or getting her attention.
Friday, 08;42pm
Y/N was working overtime as usual. Sunghoon and Jake were unfortunately assigned a last-minute urgent task, meaning they had to stay back. The two of them sat together at Jake’s desk, working on the project. Neither of them said it, but they both noticed how the other kept glancing in the direction of her. An hour later, they still had a long way to go. Sunghoon went out to the closest convenience store to grab some needed energy, leaving Jake alone with Y/N.
He openly started at Y/N’s back as she worked. He thought she wouldn’t notice. Until her voice filled the silence.
“Why are you staring?”
He was caught off guard but quickly regained composure.
“I’m not staring.” He stated, all matter-of-factly.
She turned around, looking right at him. Her cheeks, slightly pink from the humid office. For a second, his mind went blank. He never saw her in this light before. Until he realised who he was looking at. Jake leaned back slightly, trying to recover his usual careless expression.
“If I was, it’s because you’re loud.” That caught her off guard.
“Loud?..”
“Yeah.” He said, gesturing vaguely at her desk. You’re typing too loud.”
Her expression shifted slightly.
“You talk a lot for someone who’s supposed to be working.” She said. He tilted his head. “I am working.”
“On what?” He glanced at her screen. Then back at her.
“Looking at productivity patterns.”
“That sounds made up.”
“Its not.”
“It is.”
A faint smirk tugged at his lips before he caught himself. She saw it immediately.
“Why are you really still here?” She asked. He didn’t answer straight away. Sunghoon had gone out. He could’ve gone with him. He could’ve focused. He should’ve focused. Instead, he found himself watching the way she worked without hesitation.
“Am I not allowed to look at you? Does it make you uncomfortable?” he said, his tone shifting to one that was supposed to make her uncomfortable.
She looked at him, eyes narrowed slightly. It turned from a back and forth to the same old Jake. She scoffed, turning back to her desk. But the quiet didn’t last long. He was at her desk in just a second, stopping in front of her. She looked up at him, confused but also.. a different feeling brewing in her.
The office was dark, his chiselled features looking even more sharp in this lighting. And for the first time while she was working there, she had never wished for Sunghoon to come back more. Not because she was scared or uncomfortable, but because she wasn’t.
Unconsciously, she swallowed hard. He still had the same smirk plastered on his face. Cocky. Confident. Knowing. Like he could see right through her. He bent down to eye level, looking right at her lips.
“I asked you a question. Am I not allowed to look at you?” he said, amusement written all over his face. The answers usually come quickly to her. She was sharp. Always had the last word. But this time? She was at a loss for words. Suddenly, the office was suffocating. Her thighs squeezed together so tightly, sweat beading on her body. Why was she feeling this way? It didn’t go unnoticed to him either, the amusement getting even bigger. His fingers brushed a stray hair behind her ear, patting her cheek condescendingly.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone about our secret.”
She was speechless. Before she could even speak, if she could even speak, Sunghoon walked in on cue, and Jake straightened up. They exchanged a glance, like he immediately knew what happened whilst he was gone. She turned off her monitor, packing her bag and practically bolting from there. She needed fresh air.
The night air hit her like a smack. What the hell was she doing? Why did she not say anything? Her feet were moving, her brain running a hundred miles a minute. She paused, looking back at the office from the ground. Her heart dropped. Sunghoon, standing there, looking right at her. She could see him clearly, a perverted smirk on his face. A knowing one. The same way Jake had looked at her in the office, like they’d just discovered the greatest weapon to use on her. She looked at him for a moment, then turned and kept walking.
The next day, she arrived at the office. The 7 of them were there before her this time. She walked in, and to her horror, they were smiling at her. The same way Jake did. The same way Sunghoon did. She looked away, going straight to her desk. During the day, she went to the bathroom. A long walk down the hall. She turned the corner, just to walk right into a chest. She stumbled back, looking up. Jake. And he wasn’t alone. Sunghoon stood behind him, leaning against the wall. They both looked at her with those same eyes as yesterday. It was driving her insane. She side stepped, wanting to just go about her day. He stepped in her way again.
“Move.” She says, trying to make her voice steady.
He laughs.
“Why? Avoiding us?”
She looked up at him, eyes darting between the two.
“What do you want?”
They exchanged a glance.
“Admit it.” Sunghoon says, looking at her.
“Admit what?” She says, knowing exactly what he means.
“You like it. The way we look at you.” Jake says, his excitement barely concealed.
She looked back at him, swallowing hard. Unconsciously, making sure the hallway was empty.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She deflected, but they noticed the way she couldn’t make eye contact again. Sunghoon came closer, tilting her chin up.
“Don’t be embarrassed. We want it too.” He spoke.
She paused, looking at him. All logic went out the window. Whether or not she admitted it, they were all good looking. She was stressed. They were practically offering themselves up to her. The empty bathroom was right there. Her priorities were all out of order; the thorough version of herself who would never let it escalate to this was buried under something else. A want. A need.
Before she knew it, they were leading her into the bathroom. And she wasn’t resisting. The door shut, sealing her fate. Their hands explored with impatience, her blazer already on the floor. Jakes lips had already latched onto her neck, kissing her and leaving hickeys. Sunghoon’s fingers worked expertly against her blouse, unbuttoning them. They moved so in sync, stripping her clothes down. Her hands fell to her side, palming one of them. She didn’t know where they began and where she ended. Her eyes opened, pulling at their shirts. They understood, taking off their clothes too. Jake unhooked her bra, both watching greedily as they exposed her. He kissed down from her collarbone, making his way to her chest, soft whimpers leaving her mouth. Sunghoon had kneeled on the floor, slowly pulling down her panties. He pocketed the panties whilst she was distracted, practically groaning at how wet she was. His hands ran up and down her thighs, her legs twitching. His fingers ran through her folds, watching her face intently. The way she whined for more was intoxicating. They both noticed. And they wanted more. His mouth moved closer, sucking on her clit, while Jakes mouth continued his assault on her chest, his arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her steady. His fingers inched closer, inserting one as he sucked expertly. She moaned, pleading for more. His finger moved, curling when he reached her sweet spot. Then he added another finger, speeding up. The sweat beaded on her forehead, her eyes rolling back. Her legs were shaking, her voice sounding like she was on the verge of tears. Jake kissed her, silencing her moans. Sunghoon was relentless, his speed never faltering. She was close, crying out. Her hands gripped Jake’s shoulders so hard, digging her nails in as she came on Sunghoon’s tongue. He didn’t let up, fingering her through her orgasm, not even giving her a second to think. He finally pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean. Jake slowly pushed her to her knees as they both, in sync, pulled down their boxers. She looks at the two cocks, intimidated. They both were clearly blessed in that department. Sunghoon guided her hand to his cock, and she started pumping him in her fist. Meanwhile, Jake slapped his cock against her lips, demanding she open up without speaking. And of course, she obeyed.
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰 brought up the idea was nearly at two in the morning. The recording studio at Belift Entertainment was dim except from the glow gleaming from the computer screens and the single lit lamp in the far corner of the studio. A few empty cups of coffee were scattered across the hardwood table, clear evidence of the long night that heeseung endured preparing for his upcoming debut album.
Ride or Die.
His first personal project release yet.
You sat cross-legged on the dark honey brown leather couch, scrolling on your phone while he replayed a demo for what felt like the thousandth time again. You had made it to South Korea only a few days for a brand deal and you had some time to kill before going back to the states. You decided to pay Heeseung a visit after not seeing him for a few months.
He turned around in his chair to face you. “What if you featured in it?” You blinked.
“What?” A smile tugged at his soft plump lips. “On the album.” He specified.
“Are you serious?” You laughed slightly at the thought. “Very.” He said in a very low tone.
After that neither of you spoke. The idea seemed almost impossible. For the past two years, your relationship had only existed behind closed doors. Private dinners, late-night face times, secret getaways, and pieces of clothing stolen from each other’s closet. Two years of loving each other without the rest of the world even knowing the two of you knew each other.
It wasn’t like Heeseung was ashamed of dating you, far from it actually. But, being apart of one of the biggest k-pop groups meant the everyone would be watching. Every friendship would become a rumor, every interaction would make headlines, and when the relationship had just started the fear became overwhelming.
The fear of fans reactions, criticism, or becoming a distraction caused the two of you to protect what you had. But now things are different.
Heeseung leaned back in his chair caused a brief sound from the black leathered chair. “I think i’m ready.”
You immediately knew what he meant. This caused your heart to skip a beat. “Ready?”
He nodded immediately. “For people to know.” The room became suddenly smaller in a way. Warmer and more real in a sense. You stared at him.
“You sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure in my life.” His voice was quiet. Certain. He stood up and crossed the room before sitting beside you on the couch. “Y’know how hard it’s been..?”
You smiled softly. “Keeping me a secret?”
“Keep us a secret..” His intertwined his soft fingers with yours squeezing them slightly. “I hated having to pretend during interviews when the asked about dating.”
“I hated how people would think that you were with someone else.” That made you laugh. His eyes softened as they met with yours. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
Your breath caught. Even after two years, he still had that same ability to make your heart race since the memorabilia era (loved him in that era). He leaned forward slowly. Giving you plenty of time to pull away. Though you never did (obvi like who would).
His lips gently met yours. The kiss started off soft and tender like straight out of a k-drama. As the kiss continued it became more eager and desperate. The two of you hadn’t shared a kiss like this in months and boy were you craving it (not as much as he was tho). His hand moved up the back of your hand gripping it in place as he deepened the kiss even more. His tongue slowly grazing past your lips and into your wet mouth causing a soft sound to come through your lips. He smirked slightly at the sensation before reluctantly pulling away to catch his breath.
He rested his forehead against yours. “I want people to know who you belong to.”
Your cheeks darken to a shade of pink from his comment, but this nonetheless made me feel a silky sensation before your thighs as you pushed them together slowly. Heeseung obviously noticed your shift in demeanor only making him want to push you even further. He trailed his left hand from the back of your head to soft thighs. He moved his hand in between them parting them slightly as he glanced up into your eyes.
“Look at you getting all worked up…so cute for me.” He spoke in a low tone. Before you could reply he was already lowering himself infront of you as you stayed sat on the couch. He kneeled infront of you between your legs as he began to peel off your shorts.
Once your shorts were completely off only leaving your black laced victoria secret panties on, Heeseung looked up at you with those bambi eyes that make your pussy even wetter every time. He was getting more desperate by the second aching to taste you after what felt like so long. The feeling of your pussy against his tongue filled his mind to the point where to felt like he was gonna cum in his pants.
He couldn’t take much longer of this so he began to strip you of your panties before the sight of your wet and dripping cunt was right in front of him. He could feel his precum dripping from his tip through his tighten pants. You spread your legs even wider so he could see it clearer and you shouldn’t (definitely should) have because he immediately pounced towards your core.
You let out a loud yet soft moan that filled every corner of the recording studio. Heeseung began sucking on your clit with speed that was unmatched. He let out a few whimpers and moans tasting every bit of your pussy. It tasted like heaven to him (he was def making a demo abt this later).
“M-mhm fuck-baby you taste soo…mmh good..” He spoke against your pussy his eyes half lit as wet sounds of his tongue against you filled your head. You moved from hand to the back of his head pushed him further down creating a muffled sound coming from him. Your eyes were rolled back and your back arched perfectly as ecstasy consumed you.
Heeseung then proceeded to stick his ring and middle finger inside as he continued sucking and licking at your clit. You let out another loud moan toes curling and your hand gripping his hair even tighter causing a whimper to escape his lips.
As he slid his fingers in and out of you as he started to sense you reaching your peak making him go even faster. “O-ohh yess… fuck-Heeseung r-right there i’m think-k i’m gonna…cumm!” You let out one last moan before catching your breath.
Heeseung felt your finish against his mouth and fingers, he let out a slight moan before licking your clit one last time causing you to shiver. He pulled his fingers covered in you out before bring them to his lips and licking them off clean. You let of a long sighed of relief as heeseung stood up from the ground and glanced down at his pants.
“Ohh shit…” He spoke in a low toned voice. He didn’t even realize that he had came due to the fact the he was too busy making you feel pleasure. He chuckled softly at himself before sitting beside you on the couch. He rested his head on your shoulder tracing circles around your tits. You heven’t said anything cause you were still in shock from what happened but hey you weren’t complaining.
——
A few weeks later, you were standing in the recording booth. The song choice had shocked everyone. Not because it was a duet, but because it nobody had expected you to be on the track. You were one of the biggest r&b artist a singer who dominated the charts with your hits like “Need to know” and “Streets”.
A woman that was compared at stars like Beyoncé and Rihanna and times. Yet, nobody expected that you’d be dating the Lee Heeseung famously known as the eldest of Enhypen, but now as a solo artist. Until now, the internet was going to explode.
You adjusted your headphones. Through the glass, Heeseung gave you a soft smile with a thumbs-up. “You ready?” He asked.
You pressed the talk button. “Ready.”
The opening notes of the song filled the space. A song titled “Save Your Tears”. The sound carried a meaning of two people stepping into the light after years of hiding. When your verse had ended, Heeseung entered. His voice blending perfectly with yours.
You found yourself smiling halfway through the recording. Because now it didn’t just feel like music and felt like true freedom.
𓊆박성훈 x fem reader𓊇 💌 cheating, doctor sunghoon, nurse yn, risky sex, exhibism, kissing, blowjob, doggy style, reverse cowgirl, creampie, shameless shameless people... not proofread!
𓆩♡𓆪 it's been a hot minute since i wrote cheating and a smut :") so i'm so sorry if this is half-assed/bad <//3 i'm kinda busy lately, so i'm only able to give you short-short reads like this :< if you love it, pls shower it with love!
“oh! sunghoon ah!”
mrs. kim sat up on bed, her face lighting up despite the iv drip attached to her hand. “my son in law finally came to see me. they said you’re so busy you couldn’t even come and see your mother.”
sunghoon smiled politely, closing the door behind him as he approached the bed. “of course not, mom. i’ve just been swamped back to back. what happened this time? the report said you were admitted for high blood pressure again?”
she sighed dramatically, reaching out to hold his hand. “you know how it is… my body gets so stressed these days. the doctor said my heart rate keeps spiking—but it’s only because i worry too much about this family.”
she gave his hand a gentle squeeze, her thumb brushing over his knuckle. “but seeing you now… i already feel much better.”
sunghoon let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “are you stressed again? you promised me last time you’d take it easy.” his voice dropped into that gentle, concerned son in law, half doctor tone. “you can’t keep ending here. i’ll have to start making house calls.”
the older woman just laughed softly, her eyes lingering on her daughter’s husband's handsome face. “sure, sure. sooha is so lucky to have such a caring husband like you, sunghoon.”
the doctor just chuckled, before turning slightly to face you standing there by the curtain—tablet in hand, wearing your pretty little pink fitted nurse uniform, hair neatly tied in a bun.
“oh,” he said smoothly, placing his larger hand lightly on your lower back to bring you forward. “this is my nurse, yn. i assigned her to your case so she can keep a close eye on you when i’m not around.”
his palm stayed pressed against your lower back the entire time, fingers subtle stroking the fabric of your uniform in small, slow circles no one else could see. the heat from his hand seeped through the thin material.
mrs. kim smiled at you, tilting her head. “aw, you’re such a young and pretty one. how old are you, dear? you look too fresh to be working here.”
you bowed your head, trying to ignore the way your doctor’s thumb was now slowly tracing your spine. “thank you, ma’am… i’m only in my mid 20’s now.”
“only? so young and already so capable,” she said kindly, though her attention quickly drifted back to sunghoon. “i should’ve told sooha to take nursing too…”
you and sunghoon gave each other a look.
sunghoon just hummed in response, his hand still not moving from your back. in fact, he stepped a little closer to you, his body heat now brushing against your side as he pretended to check the monitor beside the bed.
“right—yn’s very capable, mom,” he murmured, fingers brushing over the tubing. his other fingers pressed a little firmer into your lower back, almost possessively. “very attentive. she’ll take care of you well.”
the way he said the last word made your thighs clench involuntarily.
his mother in law only chuckled, completely unaware of the tension crackling between the two of you. “well, if that’s how it is—then i feel much safer now.”
sunghoon smiled, finally sliding his hand down a few inches before he pulled it away.
“then yn, i’ll leave her to your care,” he turned to you with a soft smile. with his eyes still on you, he hummed. “i’ll come back later at night to check up on you.”
——
later that night, the hospital corridor lights had dimmed to the soft glow. the ward was quiet except for occasional beep of monitors.
you were helping mrs. kim settle into bed for the night—fluffing her pillow, adjusting the bed level, making sure her iv line wasn’t tangled. not the usual nurse duty, but this is the mother in law of of the chairman’s grandson, for gods sakes.
she’d been restless for the past hour.
as you tucked the blanket to her, mrs. kim suddenly groaned in pain, her face twisting. “... my chest feels tight again. it hurts…”
you immediately moved closer, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “it’s okay. take slow breaths for me—i’m right here.”
she let out another soft groan, clutching the blanket. you checked her vitals, then spoke in a calm, soothing voice: “i’ll be in this room the whole night, so don’t worry at all. if the pain gets worse or you need anything, just call my name. i’ll be sitting right there on the couch beside your bed, okay?”
mrs. kim exhaled shakily and gave you a smile. “thank you, hun.”
after giving her some pain relief medication as per the chart and dimming the bedside lamp, you moved to the small couch near the window—you sat down with your laptop, updating notes, doing tasks.
the room fell into a heavy silence, only accompanied by mrs. kim’s occasional soft groans as she fall asleep.
twenty minutes passed.
then the door to the private ward clicked openly.
sunghoon stepped inside, still in his white coat, tie slightly loosened. his eyes scanned the darkened room before they landed on you sitting on the couch. a smirk tugged at his lips when he saw you there—his pretty little nurse sitting there with your legs crossed.
he closed the door behind him with a soft click.
“everything alright?” he asked, voice low so as not to wake his mother in law.
you nodded. “i just gave her some acetaminophen earlier.”
sunghoon walked closer, stopping just inches away from where you’re sitting. his tall frame towered over yours as he glanced at his mother in law sleeping form, then back to you. the dim night light cast shadows across his face.
without a word, he leaned down, placing both hands on the armrests of the couch, caging you in. his face was close to yours, and you could smell his clean cologne mixed with the scent of hospital.
“well… what about you?” he murmured, voice deep.
you tilted your head slightly. “what about me?”
sunghoon’s gaze dropped to your lips for a second before returning to your eyes. his arms flexed slightly as he leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“how are you doing?”
a small, shy smile tugged at your lips as you moved your head to whisper back, “aside form missing you… i’m just really bored, i guess.”
the moment the words left your mouth, you felt the shift in him. a low, satisfied hum rumbled in his chest before one of his hands slowly slid up your thigh, fingers slipping under the hem of your pink uniform.
“bored?” he breathed against your ear. “that’s a shame. i’ve been thinking about you all day.”
his fingers continued their slow ascent, teasing the soft skin of your inner thigh as his mother in law slept just a few meters away. his other hand stayed planted on the armrest, keeping you trapped beneath him.
“taking care of my mother in law like i asked…” his lips ghosted along your jaw. you brought your arms up to wrap around his neck, pulling him in. “maybe i should reward you for being so good.”
his hand moved higher, fingertips brushing close to the edge of your panties just beneath your waistband.
“tell me… how quiet can you be?”
without another word, sunghoon cupped your face with his other hand and kissed you.
it wasn’t gentle.
his lips claimed yours instantly, deep and desperate from the long hours of work—starving for you. you whimpered softly into his mouth as he tilted your head back, kissing you harder, tongue sliding against yours with wet, heated strokes. the quiet sounds of your lips meeting filled the dim room—soft and filthy.
“i missed you too,” your doctor whispered between kisses, voice rough. “fuck, i miss you every day, baby.”
sunghoon kissed you again, slower this time, pouring every unspoken feeling into it. his other hand slid into your hair, loosening your neat bun until strands fell around your face. you clutched the front of his white coat, pulling him closer, hearts bearing wildly against each other.
while his tongue tangled with yours, sunghoon’s slender fingers moved down to the front of your pink nurse uniform. one by one, he popped the buttons open, knuckles brushing over the swell of your breasts as the fabric parted. he groaned quietly into your mouth when he saw your lazy bra underneath.
“so fucking pretty…” he breathed, kissing you deeper as he tugged the uniform open wider, exposing your chest and stomach to the aircond. his palm slid inside, cupping your breast over the lace, thumb stroking your nipple until it hardened under his touch.
you moaned softly against his lips—and he swallowed the sound, kissing you like he wished to devour you whole.
“you have no idea how crazy you make me,” sunghoon kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, down your neck while his hands roamed freely over your bare skin. another button came undone—until your uniform was completely open down the front, hanging off your shoulders.
sunghoon pulled back to look at you—flushed, lips swollen, uniform undone, chest rising and falling. his gaze was full of love and lust.
“god, you’re mine,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you again, pecking all over your cheek and jaw—eliciting a soft giggle out of you. “mine, aren’t you?” he hummed, lips brushing your ear as he kissed you there too. “say it, baby.”
“i’m yours,” you breathed, tipping your head back. “only yours, hoonie.”
even with his wife’s mother sleeping just a few feet away, there was no guilt in his eyes—only that shameless hunger he always had for you. you two had long stopped pretending this was just an affair—not when it felt real. too real.
sunghoon kissed you once more on the lips then stood up, straight in front of the couch. the bulge in his slacks was obvious, straining against the fabric. without saying a word, sunghoon looked down at you with dark, expectant eyes and slowly unbuckled his belt.
the quiet clink of metal made your tummy flutter.
you didn’t need instructions. you pulled his zipper down and freed his hard cock—it sprang out heavy and thick, the tip already glistening with precum.
“fuck… look at it—” he murmured, one hand gently cradling the back of your head. “look how hard i am for you.”
you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the head before wrapping your lips around him, taking him into your warm, wet mouth. sunghoon let out a quiet, shaky breath, jaw clenching as you started sucking him slowly.
“that’s it, shit… just like that,” he whispered, stroking your hair. his other hand rested on your cheek, thumb brushing your skin tenderly. you hummed around his cock, the vibration making his hips twitch. he kept his eyes on you the entire time—watching your pretty lips stretch around him, lashes fluttering, eyes twitching as you tried taking him as deep as you could.
your uniform still wide open and exposing your tits as you move your head.
sunghoon gently began rocking his hips, fucking your mouth with slow, deep thrusts, whispering soft praises the whole time.
“my girl. shit—your mouth feels s’good.”
he groaned quietly, fingering tightening in your hair as you took him even deeper, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. it’s always hard to give sunghoon a blowjob—not with his size, and now with how hard it is to fit him in your mouth fully.
his hips twitched as he fought the urge to thrust deeper down and fuck your throat. your warm mouth worked him so perfectly.
“baby—fuck, wait,” he brathed, gently pulling you off his cock with a wet pop. a string of saliva connected your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. your eyebrows pinched in confusion, looking up at him. sunghoon breathed in hard, tugging down on his lip. “not yet. i don’t wanna cum in your mouth tonight.”
he helped you up and kissed you filthily, tasting himself on your tongue as he walked you backward. in one motion, sunghoon turned you around and bent you over the armrest of the couch.
sunghoon pushed your chest down against the couch cushion, arching your back nicely so your ass was up and presented to him. he stood behind you, one hand gripping your hip while the other slowly pushed your pants and panties down your thighs.
the position was nasty—risky as hell. mrs. kim was sleeping just a few metres away, and if she woke up even a little, she’d have a clear, first hand view of her son in law fucking his nurse from behind like this.
holy fuck—that’s hot.
sunghoon wrapped his hand around the base, rubbing his thick cockhead between your wet folds, coating himself in your slick. they kissed like lovers too—a string of juice connected from the lips to the tip.
“‘m so wet for you, hoonie,” you moaned, pussy twitching in neediness. sunghoon chuckled, leaning over your back and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. “really?” he hummed in satisfactory, nudging his cockhead to your entrance.
“my pretty little nurse is this soaked just from sucking me off?”
he kept rubbing the head in slow, filthy circles, pressing it against your hole only to pull back again, making you whimper in frustration. you pushed your ass back against him.
“please…” you whispered, voice shaking. “i need you inside me already.”
sunghoon kissed the back of your neck, licking a stripe of it. “my mother in law’s sleeping just right there, baby,” he whispered against your neck, clearly enjoying how shameless you both were. “you really do love this cock more than anything, don’t you?”
you groaned softly, hips twitching. “s—stop teasing… i love you more, hoonie.”
with a soft grunt from him at that confession, he finally pushed the head in—stretching you open before pulling out again, repeating the motion until your thighs trembled, and until your pussy was ready to take him whole.
“fuck, you’re so cute when you’re this needy,” he whispered, burying himself deep inside you, stretching your walls around his thick length. you both moaned quietly—yours muffled into the couch cushion, his against the back of your neck.
“so big, you’re s’big,” you whimpered, fingers clutching the fabric. sunghoon groaned, pressing his lips against your skin. “no, baby—you’re just too tight… pussy made for me.”
your doctor started fucking you with deep, steady strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the wet sounds of your bodies connecting obscenely loud in the quiet hospital room.
your tits were pressed against the couch as he railed you from behind. sunghoon leaned over you, one hand gripping your hip while the other reached around to rub your clit in tight circles.
“you’re fucking dripping, baby,” he breathed hotly against your ear, hips snapping harder. “i can hear how sloppy your pussy is for me.”
you could only moan in response, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts, just as horny and addicted as he was to you. every deep stroke hit that perfect spot inside, making your eyes roll back.
sunghoon bit down on your shoulder, leaving love and teeth marks as he picked up the pace, fucking you a little harder.
“i love you so much,” he rasped, pounding his confession into you. “i don’t give a fuck about anything else, right now.”
your pussy convulsed around his cock, wrapping around him like a vice. sunghoon straightened up slightly, gripping both your hips now as he started giving you nastier strokes—pulling you back onto his cock with every thrusts and watching the way your ass rippled against his pelvis.
you’re trying so hard to stay quiet, but it felt too good. “hoonie,, fuck—” you moaned breathily. “you’re so deep… i can feel you so deep inside me.”
“yeah?” he groaned, pounding into your harder until he swore the couch was going to move. “you like that, baby?”
before you could answer, mrs. kim let out a low groan in her sleep, shifting slightly under the blanket. you both froze for a second, hearts pounding. sunghoon didn’t pull out. instead, he stayed buried balls–deep inside you, slowly grinding his cock against your walls.
when his mother in law settled again, you whimpered desperately.
“hoonie, i’m so wet it’s dripping down,” you whispered, hips trembling. “i get so horny when you’re around.”
sunghoon cursed under his breath at your filthy words. he suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the emptiness—only to turn you around. he sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap, back against his chest.
your eyes widened—legs spread wide over his thighs as he lined himself up and sank you back down onto his cock. the new position made him feel even bigger.
he wrapped one arm around your waist, the other groped your tits, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he started fucking up into you.
“fuck, i love these tits s’much,” he groaned, lips attacking your neck. he kissed you sloppily, tongue sliding into your mouth as he bounced you on his cock. “i get so pissed off when i think of you doing checkups on men,”
—which was the reason why you became his nurse.
you moaned into the kiss, grinding down on him. your hand held his arm around your waist, the other snaked up to cup his head. “hoonie, ngh—s—she’s going to wake up any time now,” you panted between kisses.
sunghoon shook his head. “it’s fine, she won’t.” he reassured so confidently, one hand massaging and pinching your nipples while the other slid between your legs to rub your clit.
the overstimulation was sending you up to the clouds—sunghoon kept hitting your cervix, his textured cock dragging against your velvety walls. “fuck, right there,” your head fall back against his shoulder. “i—i’m going to cum, hngh—babe”
“do it—cum on my cock,” he rasped against your ear, thrusting up harder. “let me feel this pussy squeeze me.”
“i love you—shit, i love you,” you whimpered, toes curling inwards.
sunghoon groaned deeply, fucking you deep and fast till your tits bounced in his hand.
“i’m close,” he panted, forehead against your shoulder. “‘m gonna cum inside you, baby. want me to fill this pretty pussy up?”
“yes—yesyesyesyes, please,” you whimpered, holding the back of your knees to steady yourself. “cum inside me, hoonie. want it so bad—want you s’bad.”
sunghoon squeezed your cheeks to make you face him—kissing you hard, tongues messily sliding together as his thrusts turned short, desperate, and deep. his other hand kept rubbing your clit, tugging the little pea.
mrs. kim groaned softly again in her sleep, but neither of you stopped. sunghoon just fucked you harder, the wet slapping sounds getting louder.
“fuck—i’m cumming,” he graoned against your mouth. “take it all, baby. take my cum—”
with a deep, shaky thrust, sunghoon buried himself as deep as possible and came hard. thick, warm ropes of cum spilled inside you, pulse after pulse, filling you up completely. he kept grinding, pushing his load deeper while kissing you through his orgasm, moaning into each others’ mouths.
you whimpered at the feeling of being so full, clenching around him as you came right after, pussy milking every last drop.
the doctor stayed inside you even after he finished, breathing heavily as he pressed soft kisses to the side of your cheek.
“i love you,” he hummed, nuzzling into the warmth of your neck. his cum slowly leaking out around his cock.
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“alright—! you’re all good, mrs. kim!” you smiled, handing the papers to her. “blood pressure is stable, vitals are normal. you can go home today.”
sunghoon smiled as well, standing next to you. “no more being stressed over small things, yeah, mom?”
mrs. kim sighed in relief, but then her face scrunched up slightly.
“thank you, hun… but ugh… i think i had such a strange nightmare last night,” she muttered, rubbing her temple. “is this hospital haunted or something, sunghoon? i kept hearing weird sounds… it felt so real. did you hear it, yn?”
the two of you froze.
a brief, knowing look passed between you two. the corner of sunghoon’s lips twitched upward into the tiniest smirk before he quickly hid it with the back of his hand.
you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling.
“n—no? not at all… there were no such sounds, mrs. kim…” you replied, shaking your head.
sunghoon cleared his throat. “...ah, hospitals can be noisy at night. don’t worry about it, mom. get plenty of rest at home—i’ll come visit soon.”
she nodded obliviously, smiling.
“about time, hm? sooha’s always complaining how lonely she is,” she shook her head, teasing. then, mrs. kim turned to you, extending her arm to rub your forearm. “thank you for taking care of me. i’ll invite you to dinner, sometime soon.”
you nodded, blood creeping up your cheeks. you held her hand fondly, shaking it.
❀࿐ Presenting ── 𝖣𝗈𝗆!𝖩𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗑 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋
❀࿐ Content : When Jake got turned on by your gift, already imagining how it will look when he fucks you dumb.
❀࿐ Warning : Rough sex , edging , dirty talk , multiple orgasm , forced orgasm , degradation and praises , Jake is very freaky , Spanking , Oral [f! receiving] , protected sex [Thank god] , and more. WC : 2.2k
Haze' notes : Needed a dominant Jake who would fuck you stupid so I wrote one :) Not proofread.
“Merry Christmas!!”
“Merry Christmas everyone.”
“I love how everyone is here together!”
“Yeah, the family feels full.”
“Baby, pass me the gifts?”
It was Christmas at your house! You and your husband Jake had invited everyone of your close relatives to the grand mansion of yours. Though the relatives weren't a lot, your quiet and empty mansion felt full after the arrival of your family and his family and friends.
“Did everyone get their gifts?” Jake yelled across the room, making sure everyone got their gifts as a proud smile stuck on his face, watching the excitement of every member when they opened their gift and saw exactly the things they wanted.
“Yunnie.. Merry Christmas.” You whisper in his ear, pushing him a small jewel box in his palms. He turned to you surprised with wide blown eyes, “Baby, I told you to not get me anything!”
“Well, how can I not? It's Christmas, honey.” Butterflies erupted through Jake's heart as his eyes softened by the thoughtful gesture. He opens the box secretly so only you two can enjoy the intimate moment. Inside, there was a beautiful pendent, the one he had been eyeing for months but never bought.
He gasped, hands trembling as the cool metal under his finger tips, a contrast to how his body heated up at the thoughtful gesture. “Baby.. did you really..?”
“I had to. I saw you eyeing it for ages and knew you wanted soo.. I got it for you!” You tip toe and peck his lips, grinning at your victory to see him completely speechless and in love. “Fuck, baby you are perfect. So perfect.”
He pulled out the necklace and placed it in your palm, looking at you with adore. “Put it on me, baby.” You took the necklace like an honour and locked it around his neck, feeling his neck hitch at the cool jewel clash with his hot skin. “All set?” You smile, looking at him. You expected the same adoration and love like before but now there was also a darkness in his eyes.
A want. A need.
“What else would you like as a gift, sweetheart?” His voice came low, turning around to face you as he stepped so close that you could feel his breath on your lips. “Jake, not now—” he smiled but it wasn’t a kind smile, rather a cruel, lust filled one. “Not now, alright.. But wait until they all leave, I will not be letting you go away from me, darling.”
Heat instantly pooled deep in your stomach, butterflies exploding in your chest. The thought of finally being able to spend time with your husband, after ages of longing for him due to his working habits. “I mean it, darling.” You just blush and look away, trying your best to act natural and ignore the wetness soaking your lace fabric.
It wasn’t long until they all went home, leaving you two alone in the giant mansion. You knew what was coming while you wave at his friends, feeling the heat from him clinging to you from behind who bid his friends goodbye.
As soon as they were out of their sight, Jake slammed the door shut and grasped your arm, pinning you on the nearest wall. “Finally, all to myself.” His lips were onto yours in an instant, devouring them as if he was starved of touch for centuries. Your head tiled back against the wall at the force of his kiss.
You just let yourself be taken, enjoying the way his hands squeeze your waist lightly as if he was trying his best to control himself and not ruin you right there. Kissing him back, you grant him access to your mouth, moaning at the feeling of his tongue mingling with yours which earned a grunt from him.
“Baby, you are killing me..” He pulled back to breathe but also took you to their bedroom as fast as possible. “I missed you, Yunnie..” Your whimpers were being shot straight to his shaft, making it twitch with impatience. “I know, baby, I missed you too.. So much.” He locked your shared bedroom door, pinning you and again latching on your lips while his hands sneak under your shirt, gently playing with your covered nipples.
*“Baby, you are so perfect.” He moaned, moving down to leave hickeys all around your neck and collarbone, finding your sensitive spot at the joint of your neck and shoulder and sucked the spot greedily until it turned purple. “Jake, please..” You breathe out, not able to contain your need anymore as your hands cling to his biceps.
“Please what, princess? Use your words.” He pulled back, looking at you with a smirk and helped you remove your dress, leaving you only in your undergarments. “Come on, princess.. I still haven’t gotten an answer.” He pulled you to the bed as you ask him to touch you, to make you feel good.
“Fuck, you beg so prettily, darling. Makes me want to ruin you.” You whimpered and fumbled with his shirt to remove it, finally successful after many attempts, making him chuckle and lean down to suck your nipples through the fabric. “Ahh.. Jake!” He moaned in response, grinding on your clothed heat, teasing you until you were nothing but a trembling doll under him.
“Take it off, please Jake.” You begged, hoping he would give in, which he did. Unclasping the hook, it dragged his teeth up your arms and pulled the strap down with his teeth, worshiping you like you were a goddess. At last, you were bare from the top, your breasts hanging free. “Fuck, look at you, already so messy when I haven’t even done anything to you.”
He took your left nipple in, a moan erupting from your throat as your back arches into him, pushing it more into his face which took him to heaven. His left hand came to your right nipple, flicking and twisting it cruelly until you were a trembling mess. Then at last, he dropped your buds and moved down to your core, trailing kisses all over as if he was seeing you for the first time.
“So beautiful, baby. So perfect.” He pressed soft kisses on your inner thing, holding it open so he could tease and watch it drip. “Fuck baby you are making a mess. Leaking all over the bed spread. Such a dirty girl.” He pressed kisses on your clothed heat, making your head spin with pleasure and denial. “Please Jake, just touch me.” You moaned out, hands getting tangled in his hair which you tugged towards your core.
“So impatient. Alright, darling.” He chuckled and peeled the completely soaked fabric off your skin, throwing it somewhere in the room without care, diving right into your heat with the first lick. Your mouth flew open and eyes squeezed shut, back arched into his face as you whimpered and tug on his hair to just start eating you up already.
“Bab-baby! Ple-pleasee!” You moan, grinding on his face as he flicks his tongue in and out of your hole, sucking out every whimper and whine from you like a leech. “Fuck, so good baby. Perfect Christmas.” Your thighs trembled beside his head, threatening to close but he just tightened his grip and pulled your legs apart, sucking your clit.
“Don't close it baby, I'm addicted. Come on, come for me sweetheart.” He blew into your sensitive folds, making it flutter delicious and leak, making a mess all over his mouth. Then, he felt your moans change pitch, get higher as your fingers tug harder on his scalp leaving behind a burning pain. “Come on baby, give it to me.”
He moved to give all his attention to your clit, sucking and circling just right and getting you into your high when he slammed in two digits into you tight pussy, scissoring it with skill that made you see starts and before you could even warn him, the orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, spilling all over his face while he moaned at the taste, not letting a single drop go to waste as he kept pumping his fingers in and out of you at an extreme pace.
You thought he would stop and give you a little break but you were wrong. It was as if he was pussy drunk and needed more from you, not satisfied with just one orgasm because he didn't pull out his fingers and just kept pistoning it in you while your entire back was off the bed, arched at the oversensitivity as you plead with him to let you go because it was too much to handle.
He just smirked and held your eye contact, praising you that you were doing so well and that he needed you to come one more time all over his fingers, drenching him in your juices. The dirty talk pulled you closer to the edge because you felt the tight knot in your stomach much faster this time and warned him.
“Come baby, come on. Give it to me.” He increased his speed, adding a third finger forcefully which felt like he was going to rip you apart from the intense pain and pleasure. And before you knew it, you were squirting all over his chest and down, completely drenching him in your juices while all he did was smile and pump his finger in a few more times, helping you ride out your wave before he finally pulled his fingers out and kissed you tenderly.
Your hands reached down to unclasp his belt, removing it and throwing it away before you pulled his pants and boxers in one go, holding his shaft in your hands which sent electricity straight to his cock. “Fuck, baby your hands—so good.” He groaned, spreading your thighs again and settling between them. He looked to his right at the drawer, opening it to pull out a foil.
“Prepared, huh? I didn't even know you kept it there.” You joke, pumping his shaft in your hand while he rips the packet open with his teeth and rolls it onto himself. “Always have to stay prepared, baby.” Without any other warning, he pulled your hands away and buried himself into you, going the absolute deepest which you didn't even know existed.
Your palm flew on your mouth to muffle the scream that erupted from your throat as he didn't let you adjust and just started rocking his hips, losing you. “Fu-uck! Jake- hold on!” You tried to hold him but he just chuckled, pinning your arms above your head and started slamming into you, watching your face twist with pain and pleasure.
“I can't, baby. Not when you are like this.” No mercy came from his side, just pure need and lust pounding into you, praising how good you were, taking him so beautifully while your mind had gone white, eyes rolled back with mouth babbling nonsense.
He loved it, loved every second of hearing your babbles mixed with the sounds of skin slapping and his grunts. The necklace around his neck, the present you gave him kept hitting your chin softly with every thrust, making you lose your mind. In no time, you had came twice just from his mouth and fingers and now you were seconds away from exploding right on his cock.
Your thighs shook intensely, spreading far open with him pistoning rough hitting all the sensitive spots inside you. He knew you were close, felt you clenching his cock so just before you reached your high, he pulled out, leaving you unfinished and in shock. “Ja-jake?”
“Not yet, baby girl. Turn around for me.” He watched as you pout with tears filling your eyes at the unfinished business but you turned around nevertheless, obeying him easily. You lay flat on your stomach and push your ass out, wiggling it slightly to tease him.
*Smack*
The force of the spank pushed you forward, making you stumble on the bed with a loud gasp. “No teasing, baby.” He chuckled and lined himself up from the back, getting himself slick from your folds and wetness before ramming into you from the back, going even deeper. You scream into the pillow at the overwhelming feeling and let himm ram into you, building the knot in your stomach.
“Fuck, so good.” He groaned, licking his lips as you felt his stare on your ass and back, loving the arch of your body on his cock. “Come for me baby. Come with me.” He reached his arm around you to rub tight fast circles onto your clit, making you hold his wrist as the sensitivity was too much. With a loud scream, you burst out on his cock, flooding your insides as he came with a loud grunt, spilling into the condom which expanded inside you.
“Fuck, baby.. So good.” You both collapse on the bed, exhausted and utterly undone. “You are my drug, darling..” You chuckle and kiss his jaw, resting your face on his neck as he slowly pulls out from inside you, making you whimper from the loss. Tying a knot on it, he discarded the condom in the nearest dustbin before pulling you into him. “I love you, sweet wife.” You smile and give him a tender kiss and pass out from exhaustion, whispering sweet, “I love you too.”
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anything you can think of with mean/mocking jungwonnie 🤤 hes such a menace i can imagine him being all faux-sympathetic when y/ns crying on his cock HEEHEE -🪩
legit had something like this in my drafts lol <3 i like the way you think 🪩kisses!
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“You’re taking it so well for someone who won’t stop crying.”
warning: 18+ mdni!! contains smut
tags: asshole/slightly mean wonnie, bit degrading, daddy kink
• always thinking about how cocky Jungwon is, it’s annoying but so fucking hot 🤍
• he has the softest leader image in public with his gentle voice and pretty eyes but once the door is closed and it’s just you, that sweetness turns into something borderline cruel. but he never yells at you or gets aggressive!! wonnie is still so calm and soft he just gets off on mocking you while you fall apart <3
• he’d be the type to smirk the whole time you’re sucking his dick. he’d just lean back with his hands behind his head, smiling down at you “that’s it baby show me how much you love it”
• he loves making you cry during sex 🤍 not from pain or anything, just being overwhelmed and pushed past your limit. the second your eyes start welling up he slows his thrusts just enough to keep you right there on the edge and looks down at you with the softest, most fake-concerned expression. “aww… are you crying already, baby? poor thing. is daddy’s cock too much for you tonight?” ugh <3
• faux-sympathy is his favorite form of torture. while you’re sobbing and trying to catch your breath he’ll wipe your tears with his thumb, kiss your forehead, and whisper the sweetest, most condescending things. “i know i know... just cry for me. you’re such a mess” then he starts thrusting harder the second you relax even a little
• he talks to you like you’re being dramatic on purpose. “look at this pretty face… all red and wet. you’re so sensitive, it’s actually adorable.”
• he has crazy high stamina of course, and his body control is insane he’s able to move so precisely, it makes your brains turn to mush how fast and patterned his thrusts are. you can’t keep up with him but he doesn’t mind “we’ve only been going for twenty minutes and you’re already so dumb for me”. he says it in the same soft tone he uses when he’s comforting his members, which somehow makes it ten times meaner
• he refuses to let you hide. if you try to cover your face or turn away he’ll gently but firmly hold your jaw and make you look at him. “no, no… eyes on me sweetheart. i want to see every single tear. you’re so pretty when you’re crying on my cock.”
• he edges you specifically to make you cry. he’ll l bring you right to the edge over and over, stopping every time your thighs start shaking, and then pretend to be concerned. “you’re shaking so much… does it hurt? or do you just need it that badly?” he won’t let you cum until he can see tears stream down and you’re begging in a broken voice
• mirror sex with mean wonnie omggg. he’d make you sit on his lap facing it so you have to watch yourself weep on his dick. “look at that. look at how wrecked you are. such a pretty little mess just from my cock. so cute”
• he gets especially mocking when you’re close to cumming hard or when he makes you squirt. “you’re gonna make a mess again, aren’t you? dirty girl”
• who gets off on holding eye contact with your big teary puppy eyes when you’re under him “there we go… that’s the face i wanted”
• when you feel so overstimulated from him hitting your spot over and over you get extra vocal and sobby but he just pouts at you tilts his head to the side “poor baby... it’s too much isn’t it? can’t take it?” but then he just presses your legs down harder so he can pound even harder and make you scream <3
• the way Jungwon can sound so gentle while being so cruel makes your tummy flutter. he doesn’t need to raise his voice. the faux-sympathy and the soft gaze of his eyes while you’re crying on his cock is so specific to him 🫠
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thanks again 🪩sorry for prioritising this one over the others i just had to get this done as soon as i read it hehe 🤭
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“so fucking pretty like this,” sunghoon grunted, his hips slamming into yours.
he had your legs pinned to your chest, hands gripping the back your thighs, using his weight to pin you down as he thrusted into you. you were already leaking from his fifth load of the night. you’d lost count how many times you’ve cum yourself. you two had been going at it for almost two hours, no breaks, because sunghoon wanted to fill you up as much as possible.
his pace sharpened, thrusts becoming hard and deliberate, the wet sounds between you two filling the room. he pulled out until just the tip was in before slamming back into you, the head of his dick hitting against the spot that made your toes curl every time.
“fuck— look baby,” he leaned back. he slid a hand above the visible bulge in your lower stomach. “see how deep i am inside you?”
all you could manage was a shaky nod and a broken moan, too cockdrunk to form words. he’d be lying if he said he felt bad—because he didn’t. he had a plan and was sticking to it.
“gonna make you a mommy,” he muttered, sliding his arms beneath you to grip your ass. he fucked into you harder, forcing himself deeper.
it didn’t take long for him or you to cum again. yours ripped through you like a shock, only longer, more intense.
“there you go,” he groaned, his voice rough as he stretched you out just right. his rhythm slowed, pumping a fresh load of thick white ropes inside you. he kept his grip on you tight, grinding through both of your releases, pushing his seed deeper with short, lazy thrusts.
“all for you, baby. that’s all for you.”
your body trembled beneath him, his cum already leaking out of you, soaking into the sheets. sunghoon didn’t stop there—he couldn’t. he refused to actually. he flipped you onto your stomach, dragged a finger between your sensitive folds, gathering a mix of your own orgasm and his cum.
“you see that, babe? you’re such a messy girl for me,” he said proudly, climbing over you, his knees on either side of your thighs, locking you under him.
he lined his dick up with your soaked entrance, not giving you enough to time brace yourself before pushing himself right in. the pleasure shoots right through you, making your body tremble.
“f-fuck— hoon— please…” you choked out, nails digging into the back of his thigh.
“i know, baby. i know…” he cooed against your ear, lips trialing kisses down your neck and across your shoulder. “you’re doing so good. taking me so well.”
his chest melted into your spine like it belonged there, bodies aligning. his hips rolled slowly, carefully, every push going deeper. the complete opposite from how he was fucking you a minute ago.
“cmon, lemme see that pretty face while i fill you up.” he slid a hand around your neck—not to choke, just enough to tilt your head back and get a good look at you.
your face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted, soft whimpers spilling out. your walls fluttered around him as another lazy orgasm passed through you.
“last one, baby— fuck.. i promise,” he strained, his grip tightening slightly as he delivers one final thrust. he slid a hand under your stomach, wanting to feel himself inside you as he pumped you full.
sunghoon pushes forward again, grinding the head of his dick against that sensitive spot once more. he didn’t stop until every drop was buried deep. he stayed there until his own hips gave out.
“so pretty when you’re full.” he breathes, pressing a kiss against your temple before looking down at the mess he made inside of you.
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you and your boyfriend get a very specific request
pairing: dom!heeseung x sub!reader || wc: 1.9k || cw: smut! established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex (don't.), choking, heavy overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, subspace, filming, dirty talk, praise, use of petnames, strong language || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: another drabble based on a request that drove me insane good god
the notification comes in while you’re curled up against heeseung’s chest, both of you lazily scrolling through the replies on your shared nsfw twitter account.
the account is anonymous, faces always cropped or hidden behind masks and angles, but the chemistry between you two is unmistakable. thousands of followers tuned in for every video: the slow teasing ones, the rough ones, the soft aftercare clips. tonight the replies are especially unhinged.
one comment stands out, liked by dozens already.
“heeseung destroying her until she squirts all over the sheets while choking her would be insane content. overstimulation + subspace vibes pls”
heeseung reads it aloud, voice low and amused, his fingers pausing on your thigh. “what do you think, baby?”
you bite your lip, heat already pooling low in your stomach. you’ve squirted for him before in private — messy, overwhelming, embarrassing in the best way — but never on camera. the idea of him pushing you that far while thousands of people watch later… it makes your thighs press together.
“we could,” you whisper, voice already breathy. “if you want to.”
his smirk is immediate, dark and hungry. he tips your chin up, kissing you slow and deep. “i want to. been thinking about filming you falling apart like that for a while.”
the decision is made quickly. you set up the camera on the tripod at the foot of the bed, soft ring lights on low, sheets already stripped down to just the mattress protector. heeseung chooses a simple black mask that covers the upper half of his face, and you wear the lace one that hides everything but your mouth and eyes. the caption is typed and ready to post later: “when a follower request hits different 🖤 choking, overstimulation, squirt edition”
heeseung starts recording with a single tap.
he pulls you onto the bed immediately, hands rough but controlled as he strips you bare. your tank top and panties disappear in seconds. he stays mostly dressed at first — black shirt and sweats — because he knows his followers love the contrast of you naked and desperate while he’s still composed.
“look at the camera, baby,” he murmurs, voice already deeper. he spreads your legs wide, hooking them over his thighs as he kneels between them. two fingers slide through your folds, finding you already soaked. “already this wet? just from the idea of me ruining you on camera?”
you nod, breath catching as he pushes both fingers inside without warning, curling them instantly against that spot. the wet sounds are loud in the quiet room. heeseung works you open fast, adding a third finger quickly, scissoring and thrusting while his thumb grinds circles on your clit.
your first orgasm hits embarrassingly fast. you gasp, back arching, but he doesn’t slow down. he keeps pumping through it, fingers relentless.
“one,” he counts calmly. “we’re not stopping until you give me everything.”
by the time the second orgasm crashes over you, you’re already shaking. heeseung leans down, wrapping his long fingers around your throat — not cutting off air completely, but pressing just enough on the sides to make your head feel fuzzy and light. your eyes flutter, a soft whimper escaping as the pressure combines with his fingers driving into you.
“good girl,” he praises, voice low right next to your ear. “look how pretty you get when you’re choking on my hand.”
your hips jerk, trying to ride his fingers, but he holds you down with his body weight. the mask hides most of his expression, but you can see the dark glint in his eyes. he tightens his grip on your throat just a fraction more as he speeds up, palm slapping wetly against your pussy with every thrust.
the third orgasm rips through you harder. your thighs tremble violently, and you feel that deep, building pressure — the one that always makes you shy.
“heeseung—” you whine, voice hoarse from his hand on your throat. “i— i think i’m gonna—”
“let go,” he commands, choking you through it. “squirt for me. for the camera. make a mess like a good little slut.”
his fingers curl harder, faster, thumb pressing firm on your swollen clit. the combination of his hand around your throat, the relentless overstimulation, and his filthy words sends you spiraling. your vision whites out. subspace hits you like a warm, heavy wave — everything narrows down to his voice, his hands, the feeling of being completely owned.
you come with a broken cry, body seizing. this time it’s different. liquid gushes out around his fingers, soaking his hand, your thighs, and the sheets beneath you in a hot, messy rush. you keep squirting, smaller pulses following the first big one as heeseung keeps fucking you through it with his fingers, never once easing up.
“fuck, that’s it,” he groans, voice strained. he releases your throat only to lean down and bite at your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “look at the mess you made. so fucking pretty when you squirt for me.”
you’re floating now, deep in subspace, body limp and trembling as aftershocks roll through you. tears slip from the corners of your eyes, soft whimpers and moans falling from your lips without filter. heeseung finally pulls his fingers out, spreading your soaked folds for the camera so everyone can see how ruined you are — puffy, glistening, still twitching.
but he’s not done.
he strips his shirt off, revealing toned shoulders and chest, then pushes his sweats down just enough to free his cock. he’s painfully hard, tip leaking as he strokes himself once.
“think you can take one more?” he asks, but he’s already lining up, rubbing the head through your slick folds. you nod weakly, hands reaching for him.
he slides in deep in one smooth thrust, groaning at how wet and hot you feel after all the overstimulation. your walls flutter around him, overly sensitive, and the feeling is almost too much. he sets a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping hard, one hand returning to your throat while the other pins your hip down.
“too much— heeseung—” you sob, but your legs wrap around him anyway, pulling him deeper. subspace has you pliant and needy, every thrust sending sparks through your overstimulated body.
“you can take it,” he growls, fingers flexing around your neck. “gonna make you squirt around my cock this time.”
he angles his hips perfectly, hitting that spot with every thrust while his pelvis grinds against your clit. the wet, obscene sounds of your pussy taking him are louder than ever because of how soaked you are. you’re crying openly now, tears streaming, mouth open in constant moans as another orgasm builds dangerously fast.
heeseung leans closer, mask brushing your cheek. “come on, baby. give it to me again. soak my cock while i choke you.”
the fourth orgasm explodes through you without warning. you squirt hard around him, liquid spraying out with every thrust as he keeps pounding into you. your vision blacks out for a second, pure white pleasure and subspace drowning everything else. heeseung moans loudly, the sound raw and broken as your walls milk him.
“fuck— good girl, such a good fucking girl,” he praises through gritted teeth. he fucks you through the whole thing, chasing his own release. a few more brutal thrusts and he buries himself deep, coming hard inside you with a low groan, hips stuttering as he fills you up.
he stays buried inside for a long moment, both of you panting. slowly he releases your throat, gentle fingers stroking the marks he left. he pulls out carefully, more of your mixed release dripping out, and makes sure the camera catches the final messy view before stopping the recording.
heeseung removes both masks quickly and pulls you into his arms, switching to soft mode instantly. his voice is gentle now, full of love and pride as he kisses your tear-streaked face, brushing damp strands of hair from your forehead.
“you okay, baby? you did so well for me. so fucking perfect,” he murmurs against your skin, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other strokes slow, soothing circles down your spine. his touch is feather-light now, completely different from the choking grip and relentless pace from minutes ago.
you nod weakly, still floating deep in subspace, body boneless and trembling with aftershocks. everything feels warm and hazy, like you’re wrapped in cotton. you nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent mixed with sweat, lips brushing his collarbone. “felt so good… want to watch it later.”
heeseung chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest as he tightens his hold around you. “yeah? my greedy girl already wants to see how pretty she looked falling apart.” he presses a long kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “we’ll edit it together, okay? i’ll take care of everything. you just rest.”
he stays like that for a long while — holding you close, whispering sweet praises while his fingers gently trace the faint marks on your throat. he massages your thighs and hips where they ache from being spread so wide, careful not to press too hard. when your breathing finally evens out and the subspace fog starts to lift, he carries you to the bathroom for a long, warm bath.
heeseung lowers you into the tub first, then slides in behind you, pulling your back against his chest. the water soothes your oversensitive skin. he washes you tenderly with your favorite body wash, hands gliding over every inch without any sexual intent now — just care. he kisses the top of your head every few minutes, murmuring how proud he is, how much he loves doing this with you.
after the bath, he wraps you in his oversized hoodie and carries you back to bed. snacks appear like magic — strawberries, chocolate, cold water with electrolytes, and your favorite chips. he feeds you small bites while you cuddle against him, legs tangled together under the fresh sheets he quickly changed.
once you’re more grounded, the two of you open the laptop and start editing. heeseung is patient, letting you pick your favorite angles and moments. you both laugh at how wrecked you sound in the video, blush at the sheer volume of squirt that soaked everything, and rewatched the choking parts a few times because the visual makes heat stir in your belly again. he adds subtle transitions, makes sure your faces stay hidden, and boosts the audio just enough on your moans and his filthy praises.
“this is going to break the timeline,” he says with a proud smirk, saving the final file.
later that night, when you’re both cozy under the blankets, you post it, changing the caption.
caption: follower request fulfilled 🖤 choking, overstimulation & lots of squirt. thanks for the idea~ be nice when you watch hehe
the likes and comments explode within minutes. the video skyrockets in views. notifications flood in nonstop:
ikeupikeu: the way she squirted around his cock??? instant follow
nidashki: heeseung’s hand around her throat while she’s crying… i’m deceased fuuuuck need more
prettyboynoo: subspace eyes + choking combo is lethal. more of this pls
sunghung: the overstimulation was insane she was floating so hard
wonniewon: thank you for ruining me for other content
some comments are filthier, already brainstorming the next video. you scroll through them together, giggling and blushing as new ideas pour in.
heeseung kisses your shoulder, pulling you closer. “told you they’d lose their minds. what do you want to film next, baby?”
you already know the next reply thread is going to give you even filthier ideas for the following week.
how you spend the months leading up to your wedding with your soon to be husband.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: 𝓯iancé!sunghoon x 𝓯em!reader
⤷ (2.7k) fluff (lots of it), wedding planning, kissing, smut, handjob, little bit of praise, downbad!hoon, foodplay, oral (fem receiving), tiny bit of angst, comfort!, he's so in love he's crying, jungwon appearance, very domestic ,not proofread 𝓶.list
ʟɪɴ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: requested by @mhoonkissed ! thank you being so patient with me <3 i hope this is what you had in mind mwah
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ lies in bed with you the night after proposing, just giggling with you under the covers.
the room is dark, the city lights casting shadows onto your wall, your ceiling. but neither of you realise. no you’re both under the covers, foreheads almost pressed together.
“your face was priceless”, sunghoon beams. “you were so confused and then you just froze and then boom you started shouting ‘no way, fuck off!’ over and over again.”
you hide your face under the covers and he coos. “noo, my beautiful fiancé don’t hide from meee.” he whines, reaching for your face under the blanket, fingers softly brushing against your cheek. your eyes peak out and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“show me again,” his voice barely a whisper. slowly, you pull your hand up, eyes darting to the sparkly gem adoring your fingers. a wide grin spreads on his face. he intertwine his hand with yours, lips softly pressing pecks to your diamond clad finger.
“i’m gonna marry you,” he says, pure giddiness.
“i’m gonna marry you,” you reply, eagerly as giddy.
you both break out in a fit of giggles and he pulls you into his chest. the rumble of his laugh the sweetest sound to you. arms circling around his waist, you nuzzle into him. he matches you, head propping on top of yours.
“i love you so much,” you mumble and he melts.
“i love you so much.”
it’s an unspoken role, you never compete about who loves the other more. you both know the other has a heart full of love for them. so tonight, the first time as soon married, you fall asleep in each others arms, both with a smile on your face and a heart full of love.
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ loves seeing your diamond clad finger around his dick, sparkling away.
he loves seeing the ring on you, period. but around his dick, freshly manicured nails scratching up and down his length making him twitch? trust it’s his new favourite thing, he daydreams of the sight.
your hand pumps him so slowly but he cannot even be mad, you look so gorgeous sitting on the floor, staring up at him with the most beautiful smile. he wants to see the rings at all times, going so far to twist the hand that’s around his dick just to have it on full display.
“you know it’s there, it’s not like it’ll disappear,” you giggle at his actions.
he hums, head falling back at your teasing squeezes.
“nu-uh, look at me,” you snicker. “you want the ring on display, come look at it.”
his eyes open, low lidded and filled with bliss as the fixate on your hand on him. you squeeze a little harder with your next pump and his brows furrow, jaw going slack as a delicious mix of moans and whines escape him.
and what kind of fiance would you be if you didn’t want your future husband to absolutely crumble under your touch?the diamond clad finger, the one that he’s fixated on travels up his length, cruelly slow, before brushing over his sensitive tip. he hisses at the cool metal, hips bucking up, desperate for more friction.
“feels good, hm?”
“fuck baby so fucking good,” he moans back, voice laced with need.
his prase your greatest motivation, your hand starts speeding up again while your ring finger stays circling the tip. you’ve heard sunghoon blissed out hundred of times before, yet you can’t help yourself admiring his features and of course he notices.
“gonna make me feel shy if you keep looking me like that baby.”
you giggle, empty hand reaching for his neck to pull him down for a kiss. messily, his lips slammed onto yours, a mix of your and his saliva dropping down your chin.
his cock twitches under your hand, a sign that he was close and your other hand starts wrapping around the base. the feeling of both of your hands make him suck in a sharp breath between his teeth before he bites down on your bottom lip.
moments later, the sweetest high pitched whine escapes him as you can feel his legs tense up. you swallow his moans and pants, guiding him through his climax before he slumps against you.
after catching his breath he leaned back, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes.
“if i hadn’t already, i’d put a ring on your finger right now.”
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ says yes to everything during wedding planning, he just wants you to be happy.
sunghoon has always been the type of boyfriend. eventually you didn’t even have to ask for it, he saw you look at something and he could tell by your face and body language if you wanted it or not. he calls it his hoon-sense, something you tease him for relentlessly. but he takes pride in it. takes pride in knowing what you think without language.
so you best believe that when you pick out the venue, he doesn’t even leave the car when he saw the critical look on your face.
“okay, i’ll text the wedding planner .we’ll try the other location.”
baffled, you look at him. “hoon, we haven’t even seen the inside.”
“yes and you have been looking like you drank sour milk ever since we drove by the concrete jungle of houses just now,” he shoots back with a raised brow.
you cringe, “i tried to not be too judgy, but i just th—”
“baby you have no reason to explain yourself, you deserve a perfect wedding.”
at that, your heart squeezes. you place a hand on his cheek, his body now turning to you.
“as long as you’re gonna be there with me saying yes that’s all i need.”
a sickeningly sweet smile spreads on his face as he leans in to press a kiss to your lips.
“nothing in the world could stop me from being there.”
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ makes even something like wedding cake tasting kinky.
now, i have to elaborate that the both of you went to countless bakers, desperate to find the perfect cake. but it just so happens that you both are extremely indecisive when it comes to cake flavours. so instead of driving all over the country, spending days on end trying to find the perfect mix you just ordered the cake home for easier comparison.
at first, it was just sitting down on the couch, forks in hand while digging into the collection of cakes in front of you. after day three it got boring, so what better thing to do than to get a little kinky with it. afterall, sunghoon has been meaning to try out food play!
that’s how you found yourself lying on the bed, chest covered in both chocolate and lemon cake, while your soon to be husband licks circles around your nipples.
“mmm, i like this combination actually,” he mumbles against your skin, while you writhe under him. his strong hands are placed on your waist, pinning you down so that you cannot escape he bites, licks and kisses.
what began with carefully placed frosting on your skin soon turned into mushed cake spread on your stomach and thighs. his mouth and hands seem to be everywhere at the same time and you lose yourself in his touch, in his warmth.
his tongue circles the inside of your thigh, licking up a slow stripe up to clean the frosting off of you. he’s so close to your throbbing pussy and you whine in desperation.
sunghoon’s head perks up, almost cooing at the pout on your face.
“my pretty girl, didn’t mean to tease you 'm sorry.”, he says before dipping down again, tongue darting out to circle around your swollen clit. you yelp, legs snapping against his head, caging him between your thighs.
he smiles into your pussy, tongue flattening to lap at the juices spilling out of you.
“sweetest thing in the world,” he mumbled barely audible. “just gonna have you cum all over our cake hm?”
you sob at the combination of filthy words and obscene sounds he’s producing while practically making out with your pussy. your nails dig into his bicep, one hand grasping his hair for dear life and he moans at the sting.
“can’t have anybody else tasting you though, no you’re all mine. all mine to taste, all mine to love.”
yeah he’s gonna keep ordering more cakes just to keep doing this.
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ once saw your ring lie on the bedside table and got so scared that you're calling the engagement off.
it had been a stressful day since the second he woke up. he had rushed into the shower, stumbled into the kitchen to make some coffee and went on a hunt for his belt. yet no matter how stressed or busy he is, he always and i mean always gives you a kiss before he leaves. you were still buried under the covers and he pressed the lightest kiss to your temple. not daring to rip you out of your sleep.
after a gruel day, all he wanted was to lie in bed, in your arms and hear all about your day. when he couldn’t find you in the living room or kitchen he didn’t panic, you’re probably already in bed, it was late in the end.
but the bedroom was dark, not a sign of you. he was about to continue his search when he saw something sparkling near your side of the bed. with horror he realised what it was. your ring. not just any ring, but your engagement ring.
sunghoon has experienced moments of fear before, but nothing could ever compare to the feeling of pure dread and terror that ram through his veins that moment. did you change your mind? what could he have done that caused this?
with his hands in bis hair, he read over your last messages in his phone. nothing out of the ordinary. his panicked eyes scanned the room for a letter, had there been one in the kitchen?
“hoon?”
he swear his soul left him for a moment before running over to you, clutching you tight to his chest.
“whoa, are you okay? rough day at work?”
“i thought you were gone.” his voice trembling as tears ran down his face.
you leaned back, looking at him with a baffled expression. “what?! i was in the shower.”
only now did he realise your wet hair, the towel around your body.
“oh…”
the sight of him broke your heart, he looked so broken. your hands gently cupped his face, thumbs brushing away the tears on his cheek.
“how did you come to that conclusion my love?” you questioned softly.
he blinked, eyes travelling over to your bedside table. “your ring.”
“oh hoon,” you cooed. “i always take it off when i go shower, im scared to drop it in the shower or the sink. have you never noticed before?”
the poor man in front of you could only shake his head, still recovering from the shock.
“my baby, come here.” you took his hand, leading him over to the bed. without words, his head on top of your chest, arms gripping onto your waist for dear life.
it took a while before his shoulders un-tensed exhaustion taking over as he felt his eyes grow heavy.
“let’s get ready for bed sleepy boy,” you whispered against his brow bone.
the entire nighttime routine his hands didn’t leave you for a second, eyes either on your face or the ring that finally glistened on your finger again.
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ practices his vows in front of the mirror and starts crying every single time.
he would’ve taken this to the grave. the countless times of him trying to read his vows out loud, which are written on tear stained paper since he refused to read his biggest love confession off his phone.
after a good three weeks of practicing, he made it until maybe the first quarter of the page before his eyes were so tear-filled he couldn’t see anymore. not that he didn’t have the vows memorised, no at this point they just fly around his brain at random times, whether that is while grocery shopping, doing the dishes or something simple like showering.
the problem was that he gets so choked up at the thought of you standing in front of him in a wedding dress, looking at him with those gorgeous eyes, about to seal your vow of eternal love.
the poor man is gripping the edge of the sink, taking deep breaths through his nose, slowly exhaling out of his mouth. his tears are beginning to pool at the bathroom floor when a knock makes him snap out of his mindset?
“you okay in there man?”
second later jungwons concerned face pop up behind the bathroom door. it was quite comical, the way both of them were just staring at each other. jungwons eyes glanced down, spotting the crumbled up paper in sunghoons hand.
“ah,” jungwon exhaled. “vow practice?”
before the poor guy knew what happened, the elder broke down in tears again. safe to say that the plans were cancelled and jungwon questioned the well being of his friend. at least it gave him material for the man of honour speech.
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ loves to call you his future wife.
it’s never “meet my fiance” with this man. no, “this is my future wife” is this mans favourite vocabulary after he proposed.
before, he always called you his last name instead of your actual one, he loved the sound of it way too much. now, the energy doubled. he brought you up in every moment already, but now it’s him full on cheesing,full set of teeth showing and him putting an extra emphasis on the wife.
you’re out ordering some food? after ordering for himself he goes “and for my future wife”, looking at you expectantly. in case you got takeout he puts your name down with his last name, you know, so that you can get used to it!
he also forces you to practice your new signature.
“baby, you’ll want to practice for signing the papers! i know you. if it doesn't end up looking how you want it on our wedding day, you’ll get upset. you look cute when your face goes all pouty, but that’s not the expression i want to see on your face on our wedding, okay?”
but don’t believe this is a quick deal. nope, expect to be sitting down for 30 minutes minimum a day.
“revisit the loops maybe? how about you do a bigger swoop on that letter? what if we try a more cursive approach with this one?”
and you cannot even bring yourself to be mad at him because he’s just beaming up at you with the sparkliest eyes :(
ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ́!ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ keeps trying to guess what your wedding dress will look like.
of course he knows your style, heck he knows every tiny thing about you ! but a wedding dress is just so specific.just what exact shade will you choose? how long will your train be? will you wear your hair up, down, half up half down?
this man is constantly on pinterest, trying to find clues. after you blocked him from seeing your account, which led him to make a whole new account. after privatising that board, he jut downright tries to steal your phone.
you’re gonna find yourself wrestling this man on the couch, whole bodies entangled as you try to hide your phone from him. be warned, he will try to distract you with kisses every chance he gets!
“hoon, no! it’s a surprise, only my mum and my best friend know and i want to keep it that way.”
a little breathless, he hovers over you. eyes sparkling, wide grin on his face; god he was so devastatingly handsome.
“i know what you’re trying to do…” you murmured. “it’s not gonna work, put the puppy eyes away lover boy.”
with a dramatic sigh he flops down, strong arms besides you making sure he doesn’t crush you. his head nuzzles into the crook of your neck and you can feel him take a slow,deep breath in.
“whatever,” he mumbles against your skin, sending little shivers down your spine. “ you’ll look beautiful no matter what you wear.”
your hand mindlessly starts playing with some of his hair strands, nails softly dragging over his scalp and he releases a sigh of content. his arms wrap around your waist, making sure you’re physically as close as possible.
“still not showing you,” you whisper before pressing a kiss on his temple.
“come on!”
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when strict!stepdad jungwon catches you coming home late from a party...
genre smut (minors dni), cheating, porn without plot, cunnilingus, p in v, cold hard dom dadawon (⸝⸝๑ ̫ ๑⸝⸝⸝) ╱ trigger warnings dubcon, stepcest, power imbalance, age gap (yn is 19 and jungwon is 45)
wc 7.6k
tags @cherryw0n 🐇
"If you keep staring at that wall, it might actually start talking back to you," Jungwon said, not looking up from the kitchen island where he was meticulously organizing a stack of mail.
The house smelled of cedarwood and the lingering scent of a roast that had finished cooling an hour ago. It was one of those quiet, heavy evenings where the silence felt structural, like a load-bearing wall holding up the ceiling.
In the living room, a single lamp cast a warm, amber glow over the velvet sofa and a collection of hand-painted ceramics that were always placed exactly two inches from the edge of the mantel. Everything in the house operated on a system of precise measurements and predictable rhythms, a choreography of domestic order that left very little room for improvisation.
"I was just thinking," you replied, your voice sounding thinner than you intended. You shifted your weight, feeling the slight pinch of a strap that had slipped down your shoulder—a remnant of the frantic rush to get dressed for the party. You hadn't even bothered to check the clock when you left the venue; the music had been too loud, the energy too infectious, and the feeling of being untethered for once had been far more intoxicating than the drink in your hand.
Jungwon finally looked up, his gaze sliding across you with a clinical precision that felt like a physical touch. He didn't frown, but the neutrality of his expression was more daunting than a scold. He noted the smudged eyeliner and the way you were subconsciously trying to hide your heels behind your calves. He didn't ask where you had been or who you were with; he simply checked the watch on his wrist, the metallic click of the clasp echoing in the stillness of the room.
"Three hours and fourteen minutes," he stated, the words clipped and devoid of warmth. He didn't raise his voice, but the stillness that followed was heavier than any shout. Jungwon stepped away from the island, his movements fluid and deliberate, closing the distance between you until the scent of his cologne—something sharp and expensive—overpowered the fading roast of the kitchen. He stopped just inches away, not touching you, yet the proximity felt like a cage.
You tried to summon a retort, something about the traffic or the way the party had only just hit its peak, but your voice died in your throat. You were acutely aware of the way your dress clung to your curves, a shimmering piece of fabric that felt suddenly too thin under his scrutinizing gaze. He let his eyes wander slowly down your silhouette, a slow, methodical inventory that stripped away your confidence. It wasn't the look of a worried guardian; it was the look of a man who had already decided exactly how he was going to handle a breach of contract.
"The rules were clear. Midnight was the limit," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. He reached out, his fingers barely grazing the skin of your collarbone as he adjusted the fallen strap of your dress.
The contact was fleeting, a ghost of a touch, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you that made your breath hitch. He didn't pull his hand away immediately; instead, he let his thumb press firmly against the hollow of your throat, feeling the frantic, uneven rhythm of your pulse.
For a moment, the domesticity of the house vanished. The meticulously placed ceramics and the organized mail no longer mattered.
The air between you thickened, charged with a tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for months—a forbidden curiosity that neither of you had dared to name until this moment. You saw the shift in his eyes, a flash of something dark and possessive that eclipsed the coldness of his discipline. He wasn't just angry that you were late; he was focused on the fact that you were his to discipline.
"Do you find it amusing?" he asked, the question barely a whisper, yet it filled the space between you like a physical weight. His thumb pressed a fraction harder against your pulse, grounding you in the reality of your mistake. He wasn't looking for an excuse; he was observing the way your chest rose and fell in shallow, jagged bursts. He liked the lack of control in your breathing, the way your composure had dissolved under the simple act of being seen.
The strict atmosphere shifts into a heavy, mutual tension as Jungwon’s coldness transforms into a possessive desire. He ignores your excuses, instead focusing on your visible nervousness and the loss of your composure, reveling in the power he holds over you in this taboo dynamic.
Jungwon stepped back, but only to create a sliver of space that felt more agonizing than the proximity. He turned slightly, his hand sliding from your throat to the small of your back, guiding you toward the dining table with a firm, insistent pressure. "Since you've decided that my time is optional," he murmured, his voice vibrating against the back of your neck, "it's only fair that you give some of it back to me. All of it."
He didn't lead you toward the stairs or the door; he stopped you right there in the amber glow of the living room. The silence returned, but it was no longer structural; it was expectant. Jungwon leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, his breath warm against your chilled skin. "Strip," he commanded. The word was a blunt instrument, devoid of hesitation. It wasn't a request or a suggestion; it was a directive that stripped away the last remnants of your hesitation.
The sound of the zipper sliding down your back felt like a gunshot in the quiet of the room. You hesitated for a heartbeat, your fingers trembling against the cold metal, waiting for him to blink or perhaps soften the blow of his command. But Jungwon didn't move; he simply stood there, arms crossed over his chest, his expression as immovable as granite. He wasn't watching you with curiosity, but with a terrifyingly focused expectation, as if he were observing a clock he had wound himself.
As the fabric pooled around your ankles in a shimmering heap of sequins and silk, you felt the sudden, sharp bite of the air conditioning against your skin. You felt exposed, not just physically, but emotionally, as if he could see the exact moment your resolve crumbled. You waited for the judgment, for the lecture on modesty or the disappointment in his eyes, but instead, you found his gaze had darkened. He stepped closer, the polished leather of his shoes clicking against the hardwood, until he was close enough for you to feel the radiating heat of his body.
"Slow," he remarked, his voice a low vibration that seemed to echo in your marrow. He reached out, not to touch you, but to hook a finger under the strap of your bra, pulling it just enough to see the tension in your shoulder. "You were so hurried to leave tonight, yet you're hesitating now. Is the confidence gone?" He didn't wait for an answer, his hand sliding upward to cup the back of your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with a slow, possessive deliberation.
The contrast was dizzying—the coldness of his command paired with the searing heat of his palm. You leaned into his touch instinctively, a soft sound escaping your throat that was half-sob and half-sigh. Jungwon’s eyes flickered, a predatory glint replacing the clinical distance. He didn't lean in to kiss you; instead, he stepped back just enough to force you to reach for him. He liked the gap, the way it made you crave the proximity, turning the power struggle into a game where he held all the cards.
"Reach for me," he commanded, his voice a low, rhythmic pulse.
You hesitated, your fingers curling into the cool air, before you finally stepped forward, your palms landing against the crisp cotton of his dress shirt. The fabric was stiff, smelling of laundry starch and that sharp, expensive cologne, a stark contrast to the softness of your own skin.
You could feel the hard muscle of his chest beneath the shirt, the steady, unwavering thrum of his heart. You expected him to pull you closer, to finally collapse the distance, but Jungwon remained as still as a statue, allowing you to lean into him while he remained an immovable force.
He let out a small, huffing sound of approval, though his expression remained disciplined. "You're trembling," he observed, his voice devoid of pity.
"Is it the cold, or is it the realization that you've finally run out of places to hide?" He didn't wait for an answer, his hand sliding from your neck down to the small of your back, pressing you flush against him. The contact was sudden and absolute, leaving no room for air. The friction of his trousers against your bare thighs was a jolt of electricity that made your toes curl against the hardwood floor.
Jungwon tilted his head, his gaze dropping to the swell of your breasts, now barely contained by the thin lace of your lingerie. He didn't touch them, not yet; he simply watched the way your chest heaved, the way your nipples peaked under the sudden chill and the intensity of his scrutiny. He seemed to be savoring the sight, taking a mental inventory of the way you looked broken down and breathless under his gaze. The power dynamic had shifted from a lecture to something far more visceral, a silent agreement that the rules of the house no longer applied to what was happening in the living room.
"The lace is a distraction," Jungwon murmured, his voice barely audible over the frantic hammering of your own heart. He didn't use his hands to remove it; instead, he stepped back and pointed toward the floor, his expression returning to that clinical, demanding neutrality. "Take them off. Everything. I want to see exactly what you were trying to hide under that dress."
The command was a cold splash of water, snapping you out of the haze of his touch. Your fingers fumbled with the clasp of your bra, the small metal hook feeling like a puzzle you couldn't solve. You could feel his gaze tracking every clumsy movement, the silence of the room amplifying the soft click when the lace finally gave way. As you stepped out of the remaining silk, you felt a sudden, searing vulnerability, as if the amber light of the lamp were a spotlight exposing every secret you’d ever kept. You stood before him completely bare, your skin shimmering in the dim light, waiting for the verdict.
Jungwon didn't speak for a long moment. He simply stood there, his arms crossed, his eyes traveling slowly from the curve of your hips up to the flush of your cheeks. There was a hunger there now, a raw, predatory edge that made the air feel thick and heavy. He stepped forward, the distance disappearing in a single, deliberate motion. He didn't touch you with his hands; instead, he pressed the cold, metallic face of his watch against the warmth of your inner thigh, the contact making you jump.
"You're so reactive," he noted, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "A single touch and you practically vibrate. Tell me, did you feel this way at the party? Did you think about this while you were ignoring the clock?" He leaned in, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from yours, though he refused to close the gap. He was denying you the release of a kiss, prolonging the tension until it felt like a wire stretched to the breaking point.
"No," you whispered, the word barely escaping your lips, though the truth was a frantic thrumming in your veins. You hadn't thought of him at the party; you had been trying desperately to forget the way his eyes followed you whenever you walked through the house, the way the air seemed to thicken whenever he entered a room. But now, stripped of your clothes and your pride, the memory of the music and the laughter felt like they belonged to another lifetime. All that existed was the heat of him and the suffocating precision of his control.
Jungwon let out a soft, humming sound, a ghost of a smile touching the corners of his mouth, though his eyes remained stern. "Honesty is a start," he murmured. Without warning, he shifted his weight, his leg sliding between yours to anchor you in place. He didn't embrace you; he simply used his body to box you in, a physical manifestation of the boundaries he set and broke at will. He reached out, his hand sliding slowly up your thigh, his palm grazing the sensitive skin with a deliberate slowness that felt like a torture of anticipation.
He didn't stop until his fingers brushed the edge of your center, his touch light, teasing, almost clinical. He watched your reaction with an intensity that felt like it was searing into your skin, his gaze fixed on the way your hips instinctively tilted toward him. "You're desperate for me to touch you," he observed, his voice dropping to a low, commanding vibration. "The rule-breaker is begging for the punishment."
The audacity of the statement made your breath hitch, but before you could protest, he pressed two fingers firmly against you. The sudden, sharp contact drew a jagged gasp from your lips, your head snapping back as a wave of heat crashed through your system. You reached for him, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his dress shirt, pulling him closer in a desperate attempt to bridge the final few inches. You wanted the friction, the weight, the absolute erasure of the space between you.
Jungwon didn’t give in to the pull. As you gripped his shirt, pulling him toward you with a needy urgency, he stepped back just enough to make your fingertips slide over the fabric, leaving you grasping at air. The sudden loss of contact was a cold shock, a reminder that he was the one pacing this encounter. He didn't move his fingers from where they were pressed against your heat, but he stopped the motion, holding you in a state of agonizing suspension.
"Patience," he murmured, the word a velvet command. He watched the way your eyes clouded with frustration, the way your hips made a small, involuntary jerk against his hand. A flicker of satisfaction crossed his features—not a smile, but a tightening of his jaw that spoke of a man who enjoyed the absolute mastery of the moment. "Learn to wait for me."
He began to move his hand again, but not with the urgency you craved. He traced the outer curve of your thigh, his touch light and maddeningly slow, circling back toward the center only to veer away at the last possible second. He was mapping you, treating your body like a piece of architecture he was meticulously analyzing. Every time you tried to bridge the gap, he shifted his weight, subtly redirecting you, keeping you off balance and entirely dependent on his next move.
"Look at me," he commanded.
You forced your eyes upward, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, the pupils dilated until the iris was nearly gone, reflecting the amber glow of the lamp like polished obsidian. There was no softness there, only a focused, predatory intent. He didn't just want your obedience; he wanted to witness the exact moment your composure shattered. He wanted to see the precise second the need for him outweighed the fear of his disapproval.
"Better," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the small space between you.
Without warning, he gripped your hips, hoisting you upward and slamming you back against the cold surface of the dining table. The impact was a sudden, jarring contrast to the searing heat of his palms. Just as he leaned in to finally claim your mouth, a sharp, electronic chirp pierced the silence.
The sound of a phone vibrating against the mahogany of the kitchen island echoed through the room, the screen illuminating a name that made the air in the room freeze.
Your mom.
Jungwon didn't flinch. He didn't even look toward the noise. Instead, he shifted his weight, pressing his thigh deeper between yours, the heavy denim of his trousers grinding against your sensitive skin with a deliberate, punishing pressure.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and ragged. "Ignore it," he growled, the voice no longer clinical, but raw and guttural. "She can wait. You're the only thing I'm focusing on right now."
As the phone continued to chime, insistent and rhythmic, Jungwon’s hand slid lower, his fingers curling around you to pull you flush against his hardening length. He began to mutter against your skin, his words a filthy, low-frequency vibration that made your toes curl.
"Do you hear her?" he whispered, his lips grazing your earlobe. "Do you feel how much I want to ruin you while she's calling for me? You’re such a greedy little thing, aren't you? Standing here naked, taking everything I have to give while the world thinks I'm just waiting for you to come home."
The taboo of it—the proximity of his wife’s voice and the sheer, unfiltered filth of his words—sent a surge of adrenaline through you that felt like a physical blow. He wasn't just punishing you for being late anymore; he was claiming you in the most forbidden way possible.
He shifted again, a slow, heavy roll of his hips that forced a strangled moan from your throat, his voice dropping to a predatory whisper. "I want to hear you scream my name so loud the whole neighborhood knows you belong to me, not some party, not some boy… just me."
The phone on the island began to wail again, a persistent, digital scream that sliced through the heavy atmosphere of the dining room. Jungwon didn’t even glance toward the noise; if anything, the interruption seemed to fuel the fire in his eyes. He groaned low in his throat, a sound of raw hunger, and surged forward, slamming his weight into you. The edge of the mahogany table bit into your lower back, but it was nothing compared to the crushing, delicious pressure of him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there, while his hips ground into yours with a slow, punishing deliberation.
"Let her ring," he rasped, his voice now a dark, guttural thing that vibrated against your collarbone. "Let her wonder why her husband isn't answering, while I'm buried so deep inside you that you can't even remember how to breathe." He shifted, his leg hooking around yours to lock you in place, his movements becoming more frantic and focused. He wasn't just touching you now; he was trying to merge with you, his body a heavy, demanding weight that left no room for escape.
His hand slid from your hip, fingers diving downward to find the center of your heat, and the dirty talk shifted from a whisper to a command. "You like this, don't you? Knowing she's out there looking for you while you're under me. Knowing she's right there, just a few rings away, while you're shaking under me like a leaf." He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, though he still refused to give you the release of a full kiss. "Tell me how much you want it. Tell me you don't care who's calling, as long as I'm the one making you leak through your fingers."
You tried to answer, but all that came out was a broken, high-pitched whimper as he increased the pressure, his thumb finding the precise spot that made your vision blur. The contrast was intoxicating—the sterile, domestic chime of the phone and the visceral, forbidden filth of his words.
He was stripping away the last of your inhibitions, replacing the image of the strict guardian with a man who wanted to possess every inch of you, regardless of the cost.
The phone on the island erupted again, the vibration rattling the mahogany surface with a persistence that felt like a countdown. Jungwon didn’t flinch; he leaned into the chaos, his chest heaving against yours as he forced his weight forward. He didn't just press against you—he tried to overwrite your entire existence with his own, his hips grinding into yours with a slow, rhythmic violence that made the table groan beneath you. The sound of the ringtone became nothing more than white noise, a distant humming that only served to sharpen the illicit electricity sparking between your skin.
"Does it turn you on?" he growled, his voice a jagged edge against the shell of your ear. "Knowing she’s staring at a screen, waiting for a connection, while I’m using you as my own fucktoy?" He shifted his grip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs to anchor you as he drove his hardening length deeper into the crease of your legs. The friction was searing, the heavy fabric of his trousers acting like a coarse sandpaper against your hypersensitive skin. He wasn't just touching you; he was claiming the space where the air should have been, filling you with a possessive heat that felt like it was branding you from the inside out.
His words devolved into a low, filthy stream of consciousness, a detailed inventory of exactly what he planned to do to you once he finally stopped teasing. He spoke of the way he wanted to hear you break, the way he wanted to feel you tighten around him until you were sobbing for mercy, all while the digital ghost of his wife continued to scream from the kitchen.
"I can see the way you're looking at me," he murmured, his lips grazing the pulse point of your neck. "You don't want the phone to stop. You want to feel the danger of it. You want to know that while she thinks you're just a girl in the other room, you're actually beneath me, coming apart."
The weight of the taboo suddenly crashed over you, a cold wave of guilt that momentarily dampened the heat. You tried to push against his chest, your palms sliding against the starch of his shirt. "Jungwon, stop," you whispered, your voice cracking. "We can't… this is wrong. She’s your wife, and you’re… we shouldn't be doing this." You tried to pull away, a desperate attempt to reclaim some shred of the moral ground you had already surrendered, but your body betrayed you; as you moved, your thigh brushed against him, and a sharp, involuntary gasp escaped your lips.
Jungwon didn't move an inch. He didn't soften, and he didn't let you retreat. Instead, he tightened his grip on your hips, pinning you to the mahogany with a sudden, bruising force. He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his expression devoid of hesitation, seeing right through the thin veil of your conscience.
"You can play the part of the good girl for a few seconds," he said, his voice returning to that terrifyingly calm, clinical tone. "But we both know what's happening inside you. You're a little freak for this, aren't you? You love the wrongness of it. You love that I'm the one taking you."
He leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek, and asked a question so quiet it felt like a secret. "Tell me, do you want to be a good girl who follows the rules, or do you want to be my filthiest little secret?"
The question stripped the last of your defenses. The conflict in your mind snapped, the guilt dissolving into a raw, twisted desire that outweighed any sense of propriety. You looked up at him, your eyes wide and pleading, and you didn't answer with words.
Instead, you arched your back, pressing your center firmly against his hardening length, a silent, desperate invitation. "Your secret," you whimpered, the admission tasting like surrender.
Jungwon didn't waste another second on words. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of his trousers and shoving them down with a violent urgency, freeing himself in one fluid motion. He didn't use lubricant or a gentle lead-in; he grabbed your thighs, hoisting your legs high and wrapping them around his waist, and drove himself into you in one deep, singular thrust. You let out a loud, shattering scream that drowned out the dying chime of the phone, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you felt him fill you completely.
The pace was no longer measured or clinical; it was an explosion of repressed hunger. He slammed into you with a rhythmic, punishing intensity, the table rattling beneath the force of his hips. Every thrust was a claim, a heavy, wet sound echoing through the silent house as he hammered into you. He didn't hold back, his movements raw and guttural, his teeth sinking into the curve of your shoulder to stifle your moans. You were coming apart under him, your vision blurring, your entire world reduced to the feeling of him stretching you open and the forbidden heat of his skin against yours. He groaned, a deep, primal sound, as he felt you tighten around him, his movements becoming frantic and desperate as he drove you both toward a crashing, inevitable peak.
He shifted his grip, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at him while he continued to pound into you.
His eyes were dark, blown wide with a possessive lust that bordered on aggression. "Look at me while I ruin you," he commanded, his voice a ragged growl. He accelerated, his thrusts becoming shallow and lightning-fast, hitting your cervix with a precision that made your toes curl and your breath hitch in a series of broken sobs. You felt the pressure building, a coil of tension in your gut that tightened until you were shaking, your body vibrating with the sheer force of the pleasure.
Then, with one final, devastating surge, Jungwon let out a choked sound, his body stiffening as he came deep inside you. He groaned your name, the sound a low vibration against your skin, as he collapsed against you, his weight pinning you to the cold wood of the table. For a long minute, the only sound in the room was the frantic, uneven thrum of two hearts trying to find a shared rhythm. He didn't pull away immediately, keeping you locked under him, savoring the aftershocks of the release and the heavy, illicit silence that now filled the room.
Slowly, the haze began to clear, and with it came the crushing weight of reality. You looked past his shoulder, catching a glimpse of the kitchen island and the phone that had finally stopped ringing. The silence that followed was different now—it wasn't expectant, but heavy with the aftermath of a transgression that couldn't be undone. Jungwon didn't speak as he eventually withdrew, his movements slow and reluctant, though his expression had shifted back to that inscrutable, disciplined mask. He didn't offer a tender kiss or a comforting word; he simply stepped back and gestured toward the living room with a slight tilt of his head.
"The table is for eating," he murmured, his voice still rough from the exertion. "And you're still far too tense."
He didn't give you a choice in the matter. He guided you toward the velvet sofa, his hand firm on the small of your back, steering you into the amber light where the shadows pooled in the corners of the room. He didn't let you dress; he wanted you exposed, a constant reminder of the vulnerability he now owned. With a fluid motion, Jungwon pushed you back onto the plush fabric, the velvet soft against your skin, before he knelt between your legs. He didn't look up at you. Instead, he spent a long moment staring at the way your thighs trembled, the sight of your slick, swollen center glistening in the dim light.
Then, he leaned forward and buried his face in you.
It wasn't a tentative touch. Jungwon attacked you with a hunger that felt visceral, his tongue broad and insistent as he swept upward from your heat to the peak of your desire. You gasped, your fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer as he began to eat you out with a sloppy, uninhibited intensity. He wasn't looking for a reaction; he was creating one, his mouth working with a rhythmic, wet precision that left no part of you untouched. He groaned against your skin, the vibration of it echoing through your core, his tongue swirling and pressing, tasting the salt and the sweetness of your release.
He played you like an instrument he had spent months studying in secret. Every time you tried to arch away, he gripped your hips with bruising force, anchoring you to the couch and forcing you to endure the sheer intensity of his focus. The sound of it filled the room—the wet, rhythmic slap of his tongue and the broken, frantic sounds of your breathing. He was relentless, delving deeper, his tongue flicking against you with a speed that made your vision spark. He wanted you completely undone, stripped of every defense until you were nothing but a collection of shivering nerves and desperate needs.
"You're so loud," he murmured, pulling back for a fleeting second, his lips glistening, his gaze dark and satisfied. "Do you think the neighbors can hear how much you like being ruined?"
Before you could even attempt a response, he dove back in, his mouth engulfing you entirely. He sucked the peak of your clitoris with a sharp, sudden pressure that sent a jolt of electricity crashing through your system. You let out a strangled cry, your hips bucking wildly as the tension in your body reached a breaking point. You felt the wave coming, a shimmering, violent crest of pleasure that threatened to pull you under.
Jungwon didn’t give you a moment to recover from the first peak. He was a man of precise calculations, and he knew exactly how much more your body could endure before it completely shattered. He shifted his position, his shoulders broadening as he braced himself against the velvet of the sofa, his tongue flattening to create a broad, wet friction that spanned the entire length of your heat. He wasn't just tasting you; he was consuming you, his mouth creating a vacuum of pressure that drew a long, low moan from the back of your throat.
The sound of it was obscene—the wet, rhythmic lap of his tongue against your skin, a sloppy, uninhibited hunger that stripped away any remaining pretense of the 'disciplinarian' persona. He worked with a focused intensity, his tongue swirling in deep, demanding circles before suddenly flicking upward with a sharp, precision-guided strike. You felt your fingers tighten in his hair, your hips lifting off the couch in an instinctive, desperate search for more, but he held you down with the weight of his palms, forcing you to take every single sensation without escape.
He groaned, the sound vibrating against your inner thighs, a low rumble of satisfaction that only intensified the friction. He began to suck the center of you, his lips creating a tight seal that pulled a series of frantic, high-pitched whimpers from your lips. Each movement was deliberate, a slow, dragging lap of his tongue that felt like it was carving a map of your desire into your skin. He was savoring the way you shook, the way your thighs trembled under the onslaught, turning the act into a slow-motion collapse of your willpower.
Just as you thought you might actually drift away into the haze of pleasure, Jungwon pulled back, the sudden absence of his heat leaving you feeling cold and exposed. He didn't move away, however; he remained knelt between your legs, his gaze traveling up to your flushed face. He looked predatory, his lips glistening with your own essence, a dark smudge of triumph on his jaw. The clinical distance had returned to his eyes, though the hunger remained, simmering just beneath the surface. He liked the sight of you like this—completely undone, breathless, and utterly dependent on his next movement.
"You're leaking everywhere," he remarked, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. He didn't sound disgusted; if anything, he sounded possessive, as if the evidence of your pleasure were a trophy he had earned. He reached up, his thumb grazing your lower lip, pulling it down just enough to see the tremor in your chin. "You’ve spent the last hour trying to play the rebellious daughter, but look at you now. You're nothing but a mess of needs, aren't you?"
The cruelty of his words only served to heighten the tension, a spark that ignited the last remaining embers of your desire. You tried to speak, to tell him that he was the one who had put you in this state, but your voice was a ruined thing, barely a whisper. Jungwon leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy and synchronization with your own. The air around you felt thick, charged with a forbidden electricity that made the silence of the house feel like a ticking bomb.
"Now," he murmured, his hand sliding down to grip your thigh with a bruising firmness, "we're going to see exactly how much of this you can handle before you finally break." He didn't wait for an answer; he shifted his weight, moving back into the space between your legs with a slow, predatory deliberation that promised the torture of anticipation was only just beginning.
He didn't start gently. Jungwon dove back into you with a raw, uninhibited hunger, his mouth engulfing you in a way that felt like he was trying to swallow the very essence of your pleasure. The sound was obscene—a sloppy, wet suction that echoed through the quiet living room, a rhythmic slapping of his tongue against your slick heat. He wasn't just tasting you now; he was consuming you, his movements frantic and focused, his tongue broad and insistent as he swept upward from your heat to the peak of your desire. You let out a jagged, strangled cry, your fingers digging into the velvet of the sofa, your hips bucking instinctively against the sheer, visceral intensity of his mouth.
He played you like an instrument he had spent months studying in secret, his tongue flicking with a precision that made your vision spark and blur. Every time you thought you were on the precipice, he would shift the angle, dragging his tongue in a long, slow lap that teased you back from the edge, only to slam back into you with a sudden, aggressive pressure. He was relentless, his mouth creating a vacuum of sensation that drew a series of broken, high-pitched whimpers from your throat. He wanted to hear you unravel, wanted to feel the exact moment your composure shattered into a million jagged pieces.
The friction was searing, the wet, rhythmic slide of his tongue creating a heat that felt like it was branding your skin. Jungwon groaned against you, a primal, guttural sound that vibrated through your entire core, his hands sliding up to grip your waist and pull you flush against his face. He didn't let you escape the sensation; he held you there, locked in the storm of his focus, until the pressure in your gut became an unbearable weight. You felt the wave crashing over you, a shimmering, violent crest of pleasure that left you gasping for air, your body vibrating under him as you finally, completely, came apart.
As the aftershocks of the orgasm rippled through you, Jungwon didn't immediately pull away. He lingered, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his breath hot and ragged against your cooling skin. He took a slow, deliberate moment to savor the scent of your release, his eyes remaining closed as he felt your muscles twitch and contract around his mouth. When he finally looked up, his face was flushed, his lips glistening and swollen, a dark smudge of triumph painted across his jaw. The clinical distance had returned to his gaze, but it was layered now with a possessive satisfaction that felt more dangerous than any command.
"You're so reactive," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to echo in the marrow of your bones. He sat back on his heels, his gaze traveling slowly over your trembling form, noting the way your chest heaved and your skin shimmered under the amber lamplight.
He didn't offer a hand to help you sit up; instead, he simply watched you, his expression returning to that disciplined, demanding neutrality. "But we're not nearly finished with your punishment. You still have to learn that no matter where you go, or how late you stay, you always come back to me."
He reached out, his thumb grazing the underside of your chin, tilting your face upward until your eyes met his. There was no softness there, only a raw, predatory intent. The taboo of the moment—the phantom ring of the phone in the other room, the heavy silence of the house, the forbidden nature of his touch—felt like a physical weight pressing down on you. He wasn't just your stepfather in this moment; he was a man who had meticulously stripped away every layer of your defiance, leaving you exposed and utterly dependent on his next move.
"Get on your knees," he commanded, the words a velvet lash.
The shift in his tone was instantaneous, the heat of the intimacy replaced by the cold precision of his dominance. You hesitated for a split second, the sheer abruptness of the order catching you off guard, but the sight of his hardening length, still partially exposed and pulsing with a need of its own, erased any thought of protest. You slid off the velvet of the sofa, the cool air of the room hitting your damp skin as you sank to the hardwood floor. You looked up at him from below, your heart hammering against your ribs, realizing that while the physical peak had passed, the psychological game was only just beginning.
Jungwon didn't move to touch you. He stood over you, his silhouette imposing against the amber light, his gaze tracing the curve of your spine and the tremble in your shoulders. He let the silence stretch, the air thickening with the scent of sex and anticipation, before he finally stepped forward. He didn't guide you back to the couch with words; he simply gripped the back of your neck, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with a possessive force that drove you backward. He pushed you flat against the plush velvet, your legs falling open in a posture of total surrender.
Then, he descended.
He didn't start with a tease. Jungwon lunged forward, his mouth engulfing you with a sloppy, uninhibited hunger that made you arch your back in a sharp, jagged gasp. He wasn't playing the role of the clinical observer anymore; he was a man possessed, his tongue broad and insistent as he swept upward from your heat to the peak of your desire with a wet, rhythmic intensity. The sound was visceral—the sloppy, suctioning lap of his tongue against your skin, the rhythmic slap of his jaw against your thighs. He worked with a focused, raw aggression, his mouth creating a vacuum of pressure that drew a series of broken, high-pitched whimpers from your throat.
He played you like a piece of architecture he intended to dismantle. Every time you tried to bridge the gap, reaching for him with trembling fingers, he shifted his grip, pinning your wrists to the velvet with one hand while his mouth worked with an unrelenting, wet precision. He was savoring the way you shook, the way your hips bucked instinctively against the sheer, visceral intensity of his focus. He didn't just want you to come; he wanted to witness the exact moment your willpower dissolved, turning you into nothing more than a collection of shivering nerves and desperate needs beneath him.
The friction was searing, a heavy, sliding heat that felt like it was branding you from the inside out. Jungwon groaned against you, a primal, guttural sound that vibrated through your entire core, his hands sliding up to grip your waist and pull you flush against his face. He wasn't letting you breathe, wasn't letting you think; he was overwriting your entire existence with the sensation of his tongue swirling and pressing, tasting the salt and the sweetness of your release. He dived deeper, his tongue flicking against you with a speed that made your vision spark, his breath hot and ragged against your damp skin.
Just as you thought you might actually drift away into the haze of pleasure, Jungwon pulled back, the sudden absence of his heat leaving you feeling cold and exposed. He didn't move away, however; he remained knelt between your legs, his gaze traveling up to your flushed face. He looked predatory, his lips glistening and swollen, a dark smudge of triumph painted across his jaw. The clinical distance had returned to his eyes, though the hunger remained, simmering just beneath the surface. He liked the sight of you like this—completely undone, breathless, and utterly dependent on his next movement.
"You're so reactive," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. He didn't sound satisfied; if anything, he sounded possessive, as if the evidence of your pleasure were a trophy he had earned. He reached up, his thumb grazing your lower lip, pulling it down just enough to see the tremor in your chin. "You’ve spent the last hour trying to play the rebellious daughter, but look at you now. You're nothing but a mess of needs, aren't you?"
The cruelty of his words only served to heighten the tension, a spark that ignited the last remaining embers of your desire. You tried to speak, to tell him that he was the one who had put you in this state, but your voice was a ruined thing, barely a whisper. Jungwon leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy and synchronized with your own. The air around you felt thick, charged with a forbidden electricity that made the silence of the house feel like a ticking bomb.
He didn't start gently. Jungwon dove back into you with a raw, uninhibited hunger, his mouth engulfing you in a way that felt like he was trying to swallow the very essence of your pleasure. The sound was obscene—a sloppy, wet suction that echoed through the quiet living room, a rhythmic slapping of his tongue against your slick heat. He wasn't just tasting you; he was consuming you, his movements frantic and focused, his tongue broad and insistent as he swept upward from your heat to the peak of your desire with a wet, rhythmic intensity. You let out a jagged, strangled cry, your fingers digging into the velvet of the sofa, your hips bucking instinctively against the sheer, visceral intensity of his mouth.
He was relentless, his mouth creating a vacuum of sensation that drew a series of broken, high-pitched whimpers from your throat. He wanted to hear you unravel, wanted to feel the exact moment your composure shattered into a million jagged pieces.
The friction was searing, a heavy, sliding heat that felt like it was branding you from the inside out. Jungwon groaned against you, a primal, guttural sound that vibrated through your entire core, his hands sliding up to grip your waist and pull you flush against his face. He wasn't letting you breathe, wasn't letting you think; he was overwriting your entire existence with the sensation of his tongue swirling and pressing, tasting the salt and the sweetness of your release. He dived deeper, his tongue flicking against you with a speed that made your vision spark, his breath hot and ragged against your damp skin.
Just as you thought you might actually drift away into the haze of pleasure, Jungwon pulled back, the sudden absence of his heat leaving you feeling cold and exposed. He didn't move away, however; he remained knelt between your legs, his gaze traveling up to your flushed face. He looked predatory, his lips glistening and swollen, a dark smudge of triumph painted across his jaw. The clinical distance had returned to his eyes, though the hunger remained, simmering just beneath the surface. He liked the sight of you like this—completely undone, breathless, and utterly dependent on his next movement.
He reached out, his thumb grazing the underside of your chin, tilting your face upward until your eyes met his. There was no softness there, only a raw, predatory intent. The taboo of the moment—the phantom ring of the phone in the other room, the heavy silence of the house, the forbidden nature of his touch—felt like a physical weight pressing on you. He wasn't just your stepfather in this moment; he was a man who had meticulously stripped away every layer of your defiance, leaving you exposed and utterly dependent on his next move.
"Now," he murmured, his hand sliding down to grip your thigh with a bruising firmness, "we're going to see exactly how much of this you can handle before you finally break."
( jayhoon x fem!reader ) • warnings. threesome , oral sex ( m. receiving ), unprotected sex , double penetration 𓄵 word count. 1368 { back to library }
( request ). can u do a really condescending sexy fine ass sunghoon fic but like jay is there too idk idk im hot
you sunghoon and jay had a strange relationship to say the least; before you and sunghoon became lovers, you sunghoon and jay were in love triangle , and although jay swore he’d back off and you still could remain friends — sunghoon had a big suspicion that jay never fully backed off.
that didn’t make him jealous like he thought it would be , in fact it made his chest fill with pride when he’d catch jay staring at your ass for too long. “baby come here.”
jay looked away as you shuffled into the livingroom , sunghoon pulled you into his lap; you tried to push off of him , never wanting to make jay uncomfortable; very aware your relationship changed after you and sunghoon got together. “sunghoon stop, we have company.”
“it’s jay baby he’s cool with it? aren’t you?” he turned to his friend , forcing down his emotions jay shook his head. “it’s you guys apartment do what you want.”
“so if i tell her to get on her knees it’s fine.”
your eyes widened; slapping his shoulders as reflex. “he’s joking.” their eyes never leaving each other. “sunghoon stop it.” you couldn’t deny the burning you core at the thought of it though.
“what makes you think im joking?”
“like i said.” jay spoke up. “it’s your apartment , i can’t stop you.”
“go a head baby.” sunghoon said. “get on your knees for me.” you looked at jay , then back at sunghoon. they both were serious , it made you hot.
moving from his lap to the floor , both of their eyes following yours. sunghoon looked down at you , caressing your cheek; checking for any uncomfortably , smirking when he saw the complete opposite , your eyes blown out. “you’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
unbuckling his pants in front of his friends; he lifted his hips , freeing his cock. “well then give him a show , show jay how you gag on my dick.”
jay twitched in his seat watching you wrap your plump lips around his friend's cock. “fuck.” sunghoon head fell back against the couch. “her mouth is like fucking heaven.”
jay massaged his thighs , his cock swelling in his pants. he cursed under his breath; sunghoon caught onto his friend , smirking. “baby -fuck- baby stop.” he groaned , you pulled off of him ; spit connecting his tip to your lips.
“look at jay princess.”
jay had to stop himself from cumming in his pants when you turned around; eyes watery , lips swollen and wet. “he’s about to explode baby , don’t you think you should help our friend out?” sunghoons hands tangling in your hair , pulling it back. “be a good girl , crawl to him , give him a show.” his kissed your lips , watching you move on your knees towards your friend.
jay bit down on his lip watching your hands settle on his thighs , massaging them. “can i touch you?” you asked , he nodded.
“fuck , yes.”
he watched you with lazy eyes as you unbuckled his slacks; lifting his hips enough for you reach into his pants and pull out his already erected cock. “fuck.”
he hissed as you began stroking his length. “you’re so big.” you kissed his tip , he gripped the chair as you took him into your mouth.
“you can take him all the way i know you can.” sunghoon instructed , the sight of you deepthroating his bestfriend has his cock twitch , massaging the tip of his own cock. “gag on it baby.”
the vibration coming from your mouth ; and the look you were giving him jay was about to cum hard. “wait fuck yn- aha fuck!” he cursed. “fuck i’m about to cum.”
“cum in her mouth.”
“shit.” jays hip bucked up , he pushed down on your head; his cock twitched as his load shot into your mouth , his happy trail tickling your nose as he filled your throat with his warm sticking cum.
you pulled off his cock with a ‘pop’ sound , looking up at his through your lashes. “don’t spit it out , be a good host and swallow it.” feeling himself getting turned on again watching you swallow his load , sticking your tongue out.
“come here princess.”
giving jays cock one last kiss before making your way back to sunghoon. he hand coming up to your cheek. “you missed me baby?” squeezing your cheeks, forming a pout. “stand up for me baby , take your clothes off.”
both the boy watching as you stripped your clothing , leaving you naked. “come here.” sunghoon pulled you in between his legs , you were about to straddle his waist , but he stopped you with a hard slap to your ass.
“has sucking two dicks made you lose all your manners? why are you facing away from our company?”
he manhandled you , turning you around to face jay. “sit.” sitting down in his lap , he lifting your legs on each of his thighs , spreading them open , your bare cunt on full display. “showing your slutty pussy off to our friend , you’ve been waiting for an opportunity haven’t you?”
“fuck yes!”
sunghoon lifting your hips up , sinking you down on his cock; your moans turned into a pleasurable scream as he slammed you down on his cock , holding your waist.
jay watched your pussy swallow the other boys cock , his cock twitching with need as your moans filled the room , getting louder and louder as sunghoon pounded into you. “sunghoon , fuck!”
your thighs burned deliciously , sunghoon forcing your legs ; pounding into you open as if he was performing for the other man. “you’re making such a big mess baby , you like jay watchin?”
“answer me baby.” he delivered a thrust deep inside you.
“yes , i do.”
“you think you can take another one in your tiny pussy?” he hummed , your cunt clenching at the thought of taking them both , he laughed condescendingly , slapping your cunt. “i guess that’s a yes.”
“well don’t disappoint her , she wants to be stuffed like a slut even though her pussy can barely take mine.”
jay stood up the three of you finally coming together , his cock bobbing back and forth as he made his way over to you and sunghoon. “keep em open , be a good girl for jay.”
sunghoon held your thighs open as jay lined himself up with you. “jay.” you whimpered his name as he slid in. “ah fuck!”
having two cock stretching you out , jay grunted as he moved ; sunghoon resuming his thrust up into you , leaving you filled at every moment. “you feeling satisfied now?” sunghoons hand wrapping around your throat , a sign that he was still a bit possessive. “two cocks filling you up?”
“yes -fuck- harder please!”
both the boys speeding up , hitting that spot deep inside you ; the pleasure increasing tenfold. “you see her eyes rolling to the back of her head? she’s about to cum.” sunghoon spoke to the boy like you weren’t there.
“fuck she looks good.”
“rub her clit a little and watch her squirt.”
he wasted no time , his thumb moving vigorously on your bud — and true to sunghoons word ; you came , hard. “oh fuck!” you screamed out a long list of profanities as you came , your juices coating jays torso and your lower half , dripping down to sunghoon.
“fuck- see.”
jay pulled out , his cock in his hand as he aimed it at your chest; covering your boobs in his cum. “fuck.” he hissed , sunghoons grip on your neck tightening ; you could tell he was also about to reach his peak.
“fuck.”
a few more thrusts and he was pulling you down on him , stilling his hips cumming with a groan. “good girl.” his cock nestled against inside you , as he scooped up jays cum on your boobs , tapping your lips. “open , give him one last show.” looking jay in the eyes as you licked the cum off your boyfriend's fingers.
“fuck.”
sunghoon was quick to pick you up , taking you up to your room to clean you up. “don’t leave,” he told jay. “i’m gonna go put her to bed and then we’ll talk.”
walking up the steps to take care of you before going back down to lay down the rules for the obvious new dynamic between the three of you.
isa notes: new smau is here!! it's a pretty basic idea tbh but it's been rotting in my drafts so i finally decided to post it 😭 hope u guys still like it :p taglist is open btw!! just lmk if u wanna be added <33
