synopsis: You were Kai's lifelong bully, and you weren't planning on stopping your harassment towards him. As you have got older though, you've had to change your strategies. Now that you're both in college, there been quite a few tips you've learned on how to humiliate Kai.
warnings: MDNI 18+, DUBIOUS, college au, public oral (m receiving), handjob, bully reader, kai is sensitive (he doesn't have a backbone), cum eating, degrading, genital degradation (m receiving), begging, dom!reader, sub!Kai, mentions of Yeonjun, idk
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Getting to class early was a must, parking was horrible after a certain time. You sat on the second floor of the library pretending to work on your assignments. Instead, you were observing his large frame hunched over a desk. Kai hadn't seen you when he walked in, and you're grateful for that. Not because you were nervous or embarrassed for what you did to him just a few days ago, but because it left you room to plan.
Making Huening Kai cry was always a goal of yours. It was so easy when you were in elementary school. All you had to do was pull on his hair, throw some sand in his eyes and the waterworks would begin. As you've gotten older though, it wasn't as simple. You resorted to cursing him out, getting other kids to join in on you, but he was a tough cookie.
There was just something about his tears that excited you. How red his nose got, the quiver in his bottom lip. Like art honestly, he was beautiful in his rawest form. There was something wrong with you for sure, maybe you needed to see someone for your obsession with Kai. How could you though, when he made it so effortless for you to keep harassing him?
You briefly thought of letting him go today, but your resolve was quickly dissipated when someone approached him. She was cheery, seemingly happy looking at Kai. He stood up quickly and awkwardly smiled at her. You assumed she must be a classmate talking about work, but when she made him laugh, your chest tightened.
They had to be more than classmates, it wasn’t like it was often someone would approach you outside of class either. Friends maybe? But with how pink Kai's cheeks had gotten, you think there might be a little crush going on. You hastily pack your papers, shove your notebook and folder into your backpack and standup from your table.
Jealousy is probably the right word to use, but there was no way you would admit that. You just can’t stand seeing Kai smiling, hate how his lips curl and his teeth shine in the artificial light. He would look much better sobbing, and you are planning on making that happen sooner rather than later.
Your wedges click on the ground as you approach the two. You can feel your blood rising hearing Kai's soft responses. You don't even need to speak to announce your arrival, you can see Kai's eyes widen in fear.
Good.
"Oh Kai! I just wanted to pop in and say hi," you smile sweetly at both of them. She spins to see you, returning a friendly smile. She opens her mouth to speak, mostly likely to introduce herself, but you don't think you can fake your persona much longer. "I just needed to steal him from you if you don't mind." You reach for Kai's sleeve and pull him towards you.
He hesitantly trudges to you, his eyes begging at his friend to save him. "Oh when were you going to be done? We had to work on-" You spare her a glance to interrupt her, "Actually, I think it'll take a while. Isn't that right Hyuka?"
Kai stiffens at the sound of his nickname, one he hadn't heard in years. His terrified eyes dart to your own before turning back to his friend. "Y-Yeah," his voice is shaky. "I'm sorry, it'll just be a- a moment. I'll catch you after class." The girl eyes you warily, her gaze landing on your grip on Kai's sleeve. Rather than voicing her concern, she nods, "Sure. See ya soon then.”
You turn on your heels and pull Kai along with you. Kai can easily keep up thanks to his long legs, but he's trying to subtly slow his steps so he can delay his bad treatment. He has no idea what you have in store for him, and to be honest, neither do you. All you can think about is how easily he spoke to her, how eager he seemed. Kai has grown into an attractive man, that much you can admit. You just hate knowing he's beginning to catch the eyes of others.
It's selfish, but you want him to think about only you. Whether it's from fear, anxiety, hatred, you need him to think about you as often as you think about him. After all, it isn't fair that you're the only one obsessed.
You spot the all-gender restroom and quickly take cover there. There’s nobody inside, it’s still early in the morning. You shove Kai into a stall and squeeze/crowd in yourself before locking the door.
Being this close to him is nothing new, but being in such a confined space is definitely something you hadn't done before. Kai's figure towers over you, he could easily overpower you and leave. Instead, he keeps his hand by his sides and nervously eyes you. He's expecting you to berate him, to remind him of what a loser he is and how no one could ever stand the thought of him.
Instead, you drop to your knees. Kai's eyes widen in disbelief. You grab his belt, quickly loosening it. He moves to block you, gently pulling your hands away. "What are you doing!? Wait! Don't-" You look up at him and sneer, "Don't fucking tell me what to do. Move your hands."
For the first time in ages, Kai disobeys. He shakes his head and locks his arms over his crotch. "You can't," his voice is pleading. "I have to go to class, an-and I haven't... no one’s really..." He trails off. The redness in his face says it all. "Oh I get it," you smirk. "Are you a little virgin?"
At first Kai doesn't answer, but the pinch of your nails on his hands make him yelp. "Y-Yes..." his voice is small, weak. It sends shivers down your spine. You peel his hands away and leave them at his sides. He lets you, too petrified from his confession to really care anymore.
"I shouldn't be surprised," you start. "You're probably too busy jerking off, watching porn like a loser. I bet you don't even have feeling in your dick anymore." You unloop his belt from the holes and slowly unbutton his pants. Kai clenches and unclenches his fists. You can hear him breathing heavily above you, and as pathetic as it is, it turns you on.
You pull his pants all the way down to his ankles and face his navy blue boxers. Experimentally, you let your hand rub over his crotch. You grip and rub over his limp dick, hearing him inhale sharply. "You're liking this huh? Hah, telling me to stop when you wanted it the whole time." Rather than answering, Kai bucks his hips to you.
You laugh at him, still making sure to apply pressure to his groin. "Fucking slut, bet you'd let anyone touch your cock. That lonely huh?" You grab the waistband of his boxers with your other hand. He stops you before you can pull them down. "Please," he begs. You look up at his glossy eyes, his sweaty forehead, the hair sticking so prettily to it.
Growing irritated with his refusals, you give a soft flick to his cock. Kai jolts at the sensation, even whimpers from pain. "Ask me that again, I'll bite it off," you threaten. This time he doesn’t fight when you pull his dick out. The space between your legs throb at the sight, and you lick your lips eagerly.
His cock is twitching from stimulation, a flushed pink at the tip. There are a few blue veins that pop out from the paleness, a stark contrast to the dark pubes above it. At least he trims, you think. You didn't want pubic hair stuck in your teeth once you were finished with him.
Kai's legs tremble in anticipation, and you run your hands up and down his thighs. You carefully take his tip in first, letting the salty precum cover your tastebuds. The warmth of your mouth has Kai jolt, the feeling completely foreign to him. You steady yourself on his upper thighs as you start taking him deeper. The back of your throat opens for more room, and it doesn't take long to feel him stretch it out.
Your movements are slow as you drag your lips down Kai's length. His cock feels smooth in your mouth, and you place your tongue on the underside of him. He groans when you deep throat him, and his hips slightly thrust upwards to chase your mouth. A surprised gasp tumbles out of your mouth from the force, making you pull away completely.
You angrily look up at Kai's flushed face, "Did I say you could move?" Kai lets out a soft sob and shakes his head, "No! I'm sorry. Oh fuck I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." You can see the tears in his eyes, the blush on his face. It's tempting to keep making him feel bad, to get those salty tears down his face, but you take pity on him. Your hand reaches for his dick and gives it a few pumps.
He twitches and moans, still apologizing for his behavior. "I'll let it go this time since you're a virgin or whatever," you start. "But do that again and I'll leave you with your small dick like this, and no one will help you out like I am." Kai nods absentmindedly, his focus completely on your fingers.
It's hard to admit, but you really like hearing Kai moan. His breathless whimpers, his choked sobs, the way he says your name like he's begging you to stop and keep going. There was no way, after years of bullying Kai, that you would willingly place yourself between his legs. Yet here you are, knees bruising up from the hard tile and your pussy throbbing from neglect.
A wet sound comes out when you place his cock back where it was in your mouth. It's lewd, but the noise is easily drained out by Kai's groans of appreciation. You can tell he's focusing on remaining still with the way his hands are bunching up his shirt. A smile finds your lips when a harsh suck makes his cries echo in the bathroom.
"You're lucky no one's in here," you say when you briefly pull away. One hand strokes him and the other plays with his balls simultaneously. "Imagine if that bitch saw you now? You think she'd still like you after seeing what a whore you are?" Kai shakes his head at your questions. "N-No."
You hum in satisfaction with his admission, placing kisses on his cock. Before you have the chance to take him back in your mouth, you hear the door to the restroom open. Footsteps echo through the previously empty room, and Kai looks like he's seen a ghost. He looks down at you, a small desperate shake in his head. Don't.
You only grin in response, eagerly forcing his cock down your throat. Kai jolts and his mouth flies open in a silent moan. Your movements are much faster now, magnifying the pornographic noises coming from your mouth. You push even further. You unhinge your jaw and take him deep, bruising the back of your throat.
Kai's pubes tickle your nose when you hit his pelvis, and you gag around his girth. Spit dribbles down your chin, landing on your thighs and the floor. You feel nothing but arousal when you realize the unsuspecting witness has stopped moving, attentively listening to the lewd sounds echoing from your stall.. Kai notices too and shakes his head aggressively. He can’t control the tears collecting at the corner of his eyes anymore, sending waves of pleasure to your core.
"If you're gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else? People are tryna piss," the bystander finally calls out. You recognize the voice immediately, and so does Kai. Yeonjun sounds rather irritated, not bothering to wait for a reply as he leaves. Kai slumps in relief when he hears the restroom door swing shut again, only managing to let out a groan when he tries to speak.
Even without the extra audience you still put your best show on for Kai. Your fingernails are gripping his thighs, drool hanging off your bottom lip as you keep throatfucking yourself on Kai's dick. Kai bites his lower lip so harshly he thinks it'll bleed, but that pain is nothing compared to the pleasure you're giving him.
You can feel your arousal seep through your underwear, down the inner parts of your thighs. You think about fucking him, how good his cock would feel stretching you out. He probably wouldn't even know how to fuck you right. You might have to bounce on his cock while he sits on the toilet. As dirty as that thought is, there's more pleasure in watching Kai writhe above you.
His length twitches in your mouth. You use your hand to stroke the parts your mouth can't reach, and you maintain a steady rhythm. Kai's whines get more and more out of control and without thinking, he brushes the hair out of your face. There's a delicate moment when he locks eyes with you, making sure to get a good look at your face as he cums in your mouth.
The hot spurts make you gag, but you force your mouth to stay on his cock so as to not waste a single drop. Kai looks like bliss with his eyes slanted and mouth open in a long moan. He’s still looking at you, almost as if he actually wants to see you. The thought makes your stomach flip.
You purposely take a long time pulling your mouth off his cock, his cum still settling in your mouth. Your knees scream in protest as you stand to face Kai. You wrap your hand at the back on his neck and drag him down to your height. Your other hand finds his mouth and pulls it open as you purse your lips.
"Say ahh..."
Kai's cum leaks from your mouth in thick globs, landing on his tongue. He grimaces at the taste but keeps still. His lips are so close to your own, and for a second you debate kissing him. But then you’d miss how he swallows his own cum, how he would cough as the thick substance slides down his throat.
You spit the remaining cum into his mouth before licking your own lips. Kai covers his mouth and squeezes his eyes as he tries to swallow it all without gagging, tears sliding down his face. Your thumb wipes one away and you bring it to your mouth, adding to the salty taste.
"It tasted good huh, Hyuka?"
He opens his eyes and shakes his head pitifully, making you laugh. You do the honors of pulling Kai's pants and boxers back up and adjusting his belt. You tap his clothed cock a few times just to see him flinch from the sensitivity.
Your cunt is still sopping wet, crying to be touched. You might have to ignore it for now, but you know this won't be the last time you play with Kai. Kai silently watches as you pull your makeup out of your bag, fascinated by how quickly you make yourself look normal again despite being wrecked on his cock mere moments ago.
You snap your mirror closed and open the stall door, sauntering away without a second look. "Better get to class then Hyuka. You don’t wanna be late.”
a/n: I love huening kai and I feel like there's not enough writings about him!! I'm planning on making this a little series, so stay tuned for that!
hoon is very persistent on marking so he is totally into spitting it can be during sex or just random times when he needs 'reassurance' that you're his.
in bed when you're crying bcs of his cock mouth open wailing he takes it as an opportunity to spit into it surprising you and just smirks when you become more putty under him saying thank you sir for owning me
or when he's off to work, you guys were having breakfast he just comes up around you and asks you to open your mouth for him to spit and your task is to let him watch you swallow it all and remember that even if he's not with you, you'll always carry his 'love' with you
the older sister SECRETLY !!! So sunghoon has 2 sisters and heeseung is dating the younger sister , but the more he hangs out with sunghoon and sees the older sister , the more they fall in love with each other . And that’s where the cheating starts ! IF THIS DOESN’T MAKE SENSE I CAN TEXT U PRIVATELY . If u do this for me I consider u as my sister 🥹😚💗
“I like her, but I love you…”
Warnings: College boy Heeseung cheating in secret, older fem. lead, smut....rough smut....kind of animalistic, craving, like 'oh-my, oh-my God! this c*ck's pumping crazy' smut. unprotected smut. 9k word count, so get your popcorn out.
Bday gift for @hoyeonheeseung
PS: H/N stands for “her name”. Left her name blank.
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“Hey man, how are things going with you and h/n?”
“Good, she’s my little troublemaker.” Referring to his girlfriend and the younger sister of his best friend, Sunghoon, Heeseung chuckles as he dwells into the little tidbits concerning his established relationship.
“Yeah she can be a handful. But don't forget, she’s only eighteen, it’s not like she’s our age.” Sunghoon responds in jest, chuckling as he winks over to his friend.
“Yeah, I know. I keep that in mind all the time, which is probably why I let her get away with a lot, and am more patient with her than I should be.”
Nodding his head, Sunghoon pats Heeseung’s shoulder as the two walk over to their parked cars.
“So I was going to ask you, are you planning on coming by tomorrow?” Sunghoon asks. Raising a brow over from across his vehicle, Heeseung answers loosely. “Yeah, h/n says she wanted me to meet some of her friends from school, and they were all going to be over at your place. You guys having a party or something?” Tossing his books into the front passenger seat, Heeseung turns back towards Sunghoon.
“Yeah I figured she had already asked you to come by, her friends are all going to be at the house because, well, our eldest sister moved back to the area after accepting a new job. Guess she wanted to be closer to the family, so my parents are throwing a homecoming party for her.”
“That right?” Twirling his tongue, Heeseung had known Sunghoon since they started college, nearly four years ago. Being on their last year together, Heeseung furrowed his brow, slightly surprised. “I didn’t even know you guys had an older sister.”
“Oh yeah man, I probably forgot to mention her because she’s been living abroad. She left the year I started attending college, right before I met you. She normally calls in and emails us, but hasn’t visited because her job is so demanding. But she says this new job is going to give her a lot more free hour.”
“Huh, I was wondering why H/N mentioned that all of her friends would be over. Makes sense now. But yeah man, I’ll be there. I’ll probably take H/N to the movies or something after the festivities are done with.”
“Cool man. See you tomorrow then.”
“Yup, see ya.”
………………………
You woke up early the next morning to the soft light of the spring sun peeking through the bedroom window. Laid out on the side table was a list of residential neighborhoods and apartments nearby, some circled in black ink. You had moved in with your parents and siblings, only just for a period until you could establish your own place. For now, you took the opportunity to enjoy lost time with them. Getting dressed, you chose a simple yet elegant floral dress, that fitted your form nicely. The hem of the skirt tastefully flows inches above your kneecaps, while the tie straps gently rest on top your shoulders. Walking down the stairs, you meet with your mother inside the kitchen.
“Oh, hi mom.”
“Good morning y/n! Did you want some coffee?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Pouring you a cup, your mother sits down and enjoys the one-on-one moment with you, while you both sipped on your favorite latte’s. Turning your gaze over to the window, you spot your mother’s garden in full bloom. While you were away, she had planted your favorite flowers to remind herself of you during your absence.
“Oh mom, I really like what you did with your garden.”
“Thank you, baby.”
Chuckling, you giggle out your words as you playfully bite your lip, a small habit you’ve had for as long as you could remember. “You planted my favorite flowers?”
“Of course! I had to have something to remind me of you while you were gone for so long.” The tone of her words reflected her happiness in having you back home. Reaching across the table, you take her hand and reassured her that you wouldn’t be away from here on out.
“I promise, I'm here to stay mama.”
“I know. But you don’t have to rush, you can stay here with me, your dad, your brother and sister.”
Looking down at your cup, you gently sip while you speak. “I’ll stay for a bit, but you don't have to worry Mama. When I move out. I’ll limit myself to a 10-mile radius so I can be close to home. I promise.” Winking, you watch as your mother smiles sincerely at your resolve. You felt guilty for being away for so long, not to mention your career limited you from gaining the opportunity to travel and visit home. Now, things would be different. Sure, you had to take on a position that was slightly less pay than what you were making before, and you had a wonderful team that you left behind, but that all didn’t matter anymore. You had set your priorities firmly to put family first, and everything else following second. With your brother finishing up college, and your sister beginning her first year at the same university in the following months, you knew that your parents would have been too lonely, so you made your decision and submitted your two weeks’ notice to your boss three months ago, and had been enjoying the time missed ever since.
“Oh, how did you sleep last night? I tried to get H/N to give you back your old room for just a few nights, but you know your sister…”
Chuckling, you bit your lip again as you playfully shook your mother’s hand. “It’s okay. The guest room was nice and quiet. Plus, I’ve always liked it up there.” After you had moved out, your sister took over your old room, which happened to be the second largest bedroom in the house, with your parent’s master suite being the biggest. The bedrooms all shared the same hall, but the guest bedroom was nestled away up on the third floor, originally as the attic. However, your parents designed it to be formatted as a guest room for family visits and had kept it as such ever since.
**** photo of bedroom
When finding out that you were moving back home, your mother went through great lengths to fix up the guest space after H/N had initially begged, then later refused, to give back your old room. Yet you didn’t mind, the guest room was laid out with gaudy floral wallpaper but was actually, quite cozy, and nicely tucked away from the remaining bedrooms, which all were located on the first level. The second floor had a nice family room, along with a guest bath, additional office spaces that your father used as his private study, and a small sitting room. The way things were set, you felt like the little princess you always used to dream yourself as, locked away in your tower with all of your favorite books and a great view of your mother’s garden.
“Sis!”
You turn your head over to the sliding door near the dining room and watch as H/N runs over and sits next to you. “Can I borrow that one dress you have? The red sexy one! Pleeeeease!” Bouncing in her seat, your sister eagerly begs as she taps her artistically extreme manicured nails on the table. Adorned in clusters of jewels and painted in neon colors, you took a moment to notice how lengthy the exaggerated pointed acrylics were.
“Yeah, sure.”
“EEEEEEEEEK! YAAAY! Thank you Y/n!” Hugging your neck and placing a quick peck on your cheek, h/n runs up the stairs, causing quite the clamor on her way up. You chuckled and smirked as you heard her run up, scurrying through your closet and dressers for that simple red dress you wore for work. It was a formal piece, one that you wore under a blazer whenever you went into the office, and it was a bit too sophisticated for a homecoming party, but you already knew that once your sister had her mind set on something, there was no changing it.
The visitors started to show up, collecting out in the backyard where all the decorations and food was nicely laid out. Your mother and her friends had displayed a massive spread of assorted dishes on a long picnic table. Sunghoon assisted with placing the decorations up, while H/N mingled with her friends. You were taking one last glance over the residential properties on the rental ad before placing it back down on your side table. You head down towards the kitchen, however, upon arriving on the second floor, you run into H/N and her group of friends as they walk up to catch you in the guest room. “Oh! Sis! Perfect timing!” H/N runs over to your side and links her arm with yours. “Guys, this is my sister y/n.”
“Wow….you’re so pretty.”
“Your hair is so long and shiny!”
“Gosh why is it that older girls are always the prettiest?”
“Its probably because they learn from each other’s makeup and hair styles in college.”
One by one, h/n’s friends all admire you while talking aloud, taking a moment to feel your hair, stare at your dress, and ask about your makeup tips. They displayed a look of shock when you exposed that you were wearing minimal products, keeping it simple with blush, lipstick, and some eyeshadow. You were always one to avoid heavy makeup, opting to keep things real and simplistic.
“Thats it?! That’s all you’re wearing? How are you so pretty with so little makeup?”
“I can’t wait to be older so I can be just as cool and sexy as you. I like that womanly confidence, my own older sister has that same vibe.”
Chuckling, you playfully side eye H/N as she proudly presents you to her posse. “See? I told you! My older sister is the prettiest!”
Skipping as she drags you along, H/N finally lets you go when you all reach the kitchen. “Sis, you coming out?” H/N screeches out. She was always so flamboyant and quite loud, more than likely due to the excitement she had in showing you off. “Come out so we can show you some of our cheers that we’ve been practicing!”
“Oh alright, gimme a second. I’m just going to grab some water and I’ll be right out.”
“Okay! Hurry up!” She shouts out and leaves. You had nearly forgotten that H/N was continuing her cheerleading curriculum, even in college, and planned on entering the cheer competitions. Pouring yourself a glass of water, you quietly gaze through the window and watch as the number of guests grew larger. Minutes past, and more people enter through the gate in the yard. A sudden scream of excitement is heard from afar outside, and you knew it was H/N and her friends. Shaking your head while you smirked, you sipped on your drink as you checked your phone on some work-related matters, before placing it down on the kitchen island and prepared yourself to walk out and greet the guests.
…….
“Oh my God Heeseung!!! You’re here!”
Running towards him, H/N jumps up as Heeseung catches her in his arms. Gripping onto his hair and overbearing him with kisses, Heeseung winces his eyes shut and gives it a moment before finally speaking out. “Okay, okay. I get it, I missed you too.” He chuckles as he lets her down.
“Come meet my friends! They’ve all been dying to meet you and oh my Gosh! Can we go to the mall later? I want to show you off to all my friends that are working at the stores today!” Jumping up and down, completely hyperactive as she holds onto his hand, H/N eagerly waits for Heeseung to answer. He couldn’t lie to himself, as much as he cared for her, her hyperactive personality could overwhelm him sometimes, much like her friends. It was nothing out of the ordinary, however, for him it wasn’t something he was quite used to, given that all of his other girlfriends were his age and in college. This was the first time he decided to dip into someone as young as H/N. At times, he felt he needed to break away whenever she had her moments where that teen spunk was over the top.
“We’ll see.” He answers.
“But whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? Please please please!” pulling on his arm, H/n expresses her pleas in a shrill and loud voice as she displays a puppy-eyed countenance, pouting her lip to exaggerate her desperation.
“Let’s just see how the day goes, h/n. Besides, after the day is done, I was planning on taking you to the movies.”
“Oh! The movies!!!” She jumps up with excitement while her mother gently shushes from the side. “H/n, shhh, quiet.” your mother whispers over secretly to H/N. “You’re making a scene.”
Huffing out, H/N shrugs off her mother’s warning before resuming her gaze back to Heeseung. “Can my friends come?” She asks excitingly.
“You don’t want to go together? Just the two of us?” He calmly winks over. “Oh my God!! Heeseung!!” She shouts out and giggles, stirring a commotion among the guests, which had caused Heeseung to immediately grow wide eyed and shoot a hand over her mouth, all out of sudden instinctive reaction.
Heeseung eventually met up with Sunghoon, and the two standoff at a distance enjoying a beer while H/N and her friends all swoon over the newest kpop group stepping into the scene of popularity. “Oh my God he’s hot as fuck!” H/n can be heard admiring aloud, once again earning a quick tap on her arm from your mom, gesturing her to be more polite and quiet. Never minding that Heeseung could hear, in h/n’s mind, it was okay for her to openly swoon so long as it wasn’t with someone that was realistically achievable, plus, she was a young girl with a lot of emotions and hormones that caused her to be overly expressive, as well as experiencing a change of heart nearly every day. One moment she was into one particular thing, the next she was into something entirely different. Zoning off as he watches the girls indulge into their typical gossip, Heeseung takes another sip out of his beverage before engaging in conversation with Sunghoon.
“So, how is your other sister holding up being back home?”
“She’s loving it. Which….where is she? She should be out here since this is her party.” Sunghoon looks around, yet the lack of your sighting caused him to reach out to your guy's mom for confirmation. “Mom, where is y/n?”
“Oh well she should be– oh! There she is.” Catching the sight of you walking out through the back sliding door, your mother’s sentence is cut short with the pleasant note of your appearance. “Y/N, over here!” she calmly shouts out your way, waving for you to come to her direction.
Walking calmly, you nod and say hello to everyone you walk past, flaring a sweet and soft smile as you greet them before reaching your mother.
“Oh hey, Y/N! Let me introduce you real quick before mom steals you away, this is my good friend, Heeseung. He and I had been friends since our first year together. He’s also h/n’s boyfriend.”
Surprised, you pleasantly smiled towards the young man and extended your hand to shake and greet him. You heard all about H/N’s boyfriend, especially since the latter couldn’t contain her excitement and talked of nothing else since the moment they started dating, sending you at least a handful of emails a day talking about him. It was just surprising since she never revealed him to be an older college male, nor did she mention that he was good friends with Sunghoon.
“Nice to meet you, I’ve heard alot about you from h/n. She’s really taken with you.” flashing a charming smile, you delicately shift the pieces of your hair framing your face and tuck it behind your ear as the gentle breeze blows through it. Unlike H/N, you opted to leave your hair un-styled, letting it fall freely in its natural state, which enhanced your features and placed you above all the girls Heeseung has ever laid eyes on, to include the girls at his college, and H/N.
“Yeah…nice to meet you.” Stunned by your natural and yet sophisticated sense of manners, your appeal had struck Heeseung out of his right-minded state and he found himself at a loss for words. Leaving his response short and simple, you nod and make your way over to your mother. Sunghoon went on about one thing or another, yet Heeseung paid no mind, he tried to keep it from being obvious, but it was hard. Fortunately no one really noticed. Keeping his face towards his best friend, his eyes kept shifting over your way, glancing periodically as he did his best to get an eye full of your image before reengaging with Sunghoon.
………………..
“So yeah, we were doing this in class the other day when….”
“Mmhmm…..”
“And then the dude literally started to get into this argument with my professor….”
“Oh yeah? …..”
“Right in front of the entire class.”
“Crazy man.”
Noting Heeseung’s spurt responses, Sunghoon pauses in his storytelling. “Heeseung, you good man?”
“Hm?...Oh yeah, no I'm good. You were saying? The guy argued with your professor and what now?”
“Oh. For a second I didn’t think you were listening.” Chuckling as he sips on his beer, Sunghoon continues, not catching on to Heeseung’s habitual habit of roaming his gaze over where you stood. Admiring the calm, mature, and graceful woman that you are, he was becoming smitten with you.
It was strange, he thought that he’d seen every type of woman there was to see. The college girls at his university, or H/n and her friends, all of whom shared similarities, but carried minor differences in their character. Yet despite all that, they were nothing compared to the level of true feminine beauty that you held. All in all, when it came to the girls his age, they were all somewhat stuck up and believed that they had their lives completely figured out, but lacked the will to prioritize their days appropriately and spent more nights partying and sleeping around campus. Then there were girls like h/n, younger, filled with life but had no clue as to how to deal with it. Often living rather childishly and carrying no balance when it came to expressing themselves or developing their feminine nature. They didn’t have life figured out and it showed, and most times, they flared off exactly what they were, a bunch of teenage girls, nothing more.
Then there was you, a young woman in her prime that had already surpassed the stages of her teen years, and survived her college days, albeit you handled it gracefully since Sunghoon had already mentioned that you spent your entire time in college taking online courses, so you could stay home and help out your family. You ignored the typical college life of rotting away in a classroom, dealing with the pressures of your peers, and the late-night partying. Instead, you worked your way through during the day, diligently on your home computer, and then carried on your free time to assist with family matters. If that wasn’t already virtuous enough, you graduated with an excellent standing in your class and obtained a respectable career. You were nothing like the women and girls he’s been exposed to. The way you carried yourself confidently, gracefully, so smooth, elegant, and your pretty appeal had a sense of smoldering essence, which he found devastatingly sexy. What type of woman were you and where had you been all this time?
Throughout the entire event, Heeseung remained out of character and rather on the quiet side, which he claimed was all due to tiredness from late night studying, or so he lied when telling Sunghoon and h/n. By the end of the event, he lies once more and tells H/N that he had too much to drink to drive out to the movies or the mall, and opted to stay back with Sunghoon until the alcohol wears off before safely driving back home. H/N didn’t seem to be too upset about the ordeal, considering one of her friends had a license and a car of her own. Bidding Heeseung goodbye with a quick peck on the lips, h/n departs with her posse while Heeseung and Sunghoon assist with the cleanup.
“I’ll take this inside for you.” Taking the load of stacked plates, Heeseung effortlessly carries them away and heads towards the kitchen. “Oh thank you Heeseung.” Your mom gently responds back with.
Sunghoon helps out your dad with taking down the festive decorations and lighting, white your mother picks up the remaining trash. Placing the dishes in the sink, Heeseung turns on the faucet to lukewarm and begins filling it with warm soapy water. You walk in, inadvertently sneaking up behind, which was the most pleasant surprise for him, unbeknownst to you.
“Oh hey, you don’t have to do that, I can take care of those.” You gently speak out as you walk up to the sink. He turns his head and sees you enter the kitchen, gasping out of bewilderment. God, you were a sight for sore eyes. Where did you come from? Surely not the same way h/n and Sunghoon came into this world, you were far too ethereal in his eyes.
“Oh, it’s fine. I don't mind helping out, I do it often actually.” Knowing his way around the kitchen, he takes a sponge and starts to wash each dish. You stood next to him and grabbed a spare sponge and helped out. He was awfully tall, and despite being quiet, he seemed very nice, you could see why your family liked him. H/n had often talked about Heeseung spending a great deal of time over at your parents house, spending days after classes hanging out with her and Sunghoon,. With as much time he spent over, he was practically part of the family, it's no wonder he knew where everything in the kitchen was.
“Are you excited to be in your last year of college?” You asked calmly, making conversation as you scrubbed, and he rinsed. Displaying a wide and overly happy grin, he chuckles bashfully as he bites his lower lip. “Yeah, I am. I bet you were pretty happy when you finished.”
“Yeah, I was.” you nodded with a smile and a small giggle. “But I can’t lie, I do miss the days where all I had to focus on was being a diligent daughter and student. Being on your own and facing the world head on can be scary sometimes.” you softly state as you glanced over to him with a tender smile.
“Oh God don’t do that….don’t look at me with those beautiful shiny eyes…and that gorgeous smile of yours…..you’re making me melt…..and you don’t even know it.”
Mentally noting the greatness of your appeal, Heeseung gently shrugged off the image of your face in order to avoid staring.
Spending the next thirty minutes washing the plates had to be the greatest highlight of his life. His heart felt as if it was going to explode, you were a bewilderment to him and he couldn’t get enough of the way you smiled, sound, and laughed. Your large dark eyes, that shiny black hair, and that damn olive complexion. God had spent extra time on you, perfecting his craft as he created the greatest gift to earth, you.
Over the timespan of weeks, Heeseung spent a great deal over at your parents’ home, which didn’t seem at all odd considering he was already coming over well before you had moved back home. Using Sunghoon and even H/n as an excuse for his visit, he relished the moments you came down to grace everyone with your presence. It was actually quite impressive how no one sensed or caught on in seeing how enamored he was with you. All those moments when he and h/n were watching Nextflix in the living room, snuggling in the corner end of the sectional couch with Sunghoon on the opposite end. You’d walk past through the hallway and enter the wide, open floor concept and head towards the kitchen when Sunghoon would gently invite you to join them.
…….
“Sis, what’re you doing? Have you watched this show? Come sit and watch it with us, it’s getting good.”
…….
Whenever you accepted the invite, and took a seat on the large couch, Heeseung took advantage of the lack of lighting, with only the TV being the source, and used it to hide the fact that he would stare and admire you during the entire show. With you facing the TV and paying attention to the plot, as did everyone else, no one ever could suspect that Heeseung was falling for you, hard. That obsessive and uncontrollable stare was something that only he knew about, and it made him yearn for you more as each day passed.
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“Hey Heeseung, the company y/n works for is hosting a weeklong internship program. I know we don't have any plans to work for that corporation, but figured, why not take a week-long break away from campus and classes. You in?”
“Her company is hosting an internship for a week?”
“Yeah man. I asked her about it and even asked if she can pull some ropes and become our aid, show us around, pretty much just hang out. We can take that time to chill out.”
“Yeah, I’d like that. I’m in.”
He was in, alright, but for entirely different reasons. He could care less about taking a rest period away from campus and classes, he would spend his days in a grueling classroom for hours, wasting away, if it meant that he’d be with you.
It didn’t take much to get Heeseung and Sunghoon accepted, you pretty much had established a decent reputation within your company, so taking on the tasks of showing the two internees around, out and about, was something that was accepted without any hesitation. The first day, the two men showed up wearing proper attire of business-casual suits; you walked past the security after exiting the elevator, flaring your VIP pass. Greeting the two, Heeseung caught himself widening his eyes for the thousandth time when he saw you. You carried out your typical habit of wearing bare, minimum makeup, but this time your hair was nicely styled, and you wore an elegant haltered, collared button up midi-dress, paired with black stilettos. You not only looked professional, but sleek and powerful, much different from your carefree style you flaunted when lounging at home.
“My God…this woman is a queen…she’s classy, sexy, pretty, and smart….she’s just….she’s everything.” he thought.
“Hey, were you guys waiting for long?”
“Nah, we just got here. Pretty nice place you work at, sis.” Sunghoon comments as he winks in your direction, remarking the incredible building and strict security.
Giggling at your brother’s sense of humor, you playfully narrow your eyes at him. “Thanks.” chuckling, you tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, something that you constantly did since you always opted to keep your hair down, even when styled. The way you would delicately finger the strands behind the helix of your ear, revealing your pretty earrings, had Heeseung swore up and down that his heart was going to stop beating.
“Should I take you guys up and show you around?” you ask, to which both men nod in agreement. They had looked so suave and handsome, and you couldn’t help but admire, whenever he wasn’t looking, that Heeseung had a very dashing smile and looked very nice in a suit. You had to admit, there was something about the way he would chuckle or smile at you; you figured he had that same effect on everyone else, yet little did you know, his countenance was far more special whenever he was looking your way. You, the woman who was stirring a rumble of chaos in his heart, all out of love and infatuation. How was he ever going to get over you? How was he going to move on if he stayed with H/N? Knowing that you’re her sister. Or…worse….how was he going to live? If things didn't work out between him and H/N…knowing that he may never see you again. As shameful it was for him to admit, but never hating the fact, he was merely keeping his relationship with H/N alive for the sole purpose to keep in constant contact with you, and even…his friendship with Sunghoon. His relation to his best friend was still dear to him, but he found it hard to find any other reason to come by your parents home, other than to see you.
During the internship, you spent a great deal of time with Sunghoon and Heeseung, even after the event had ended, your bond with both Sunghoon and Heeseung continued to grow. Since H/N was in her own little world and spent much of her time with friends and hanging out after cheerleading practice, Heeseung found himself available to build a steadfast relationship with you.
Another week later, your bond started to become much closer…with Heeseung. With Sunghoon attending his classes, some of which he did share with Heeseung, others were separate, your younger brother had aspirations for a career that differed from his best friend, not to mention the presence of a young lady he had been frequenting with. Heeseung knew about her, and encouraged his friend to take the chance after the young woman had expressed interest in his dear friend. Sunghoon agrees and ever since, you had been seeing less of him around the house. But Heeseung remained, always dropping off H/N and spending some time with her at the house, normally watching movies or tv shows. However, when H/N became more engrossed with her friends and attending house parties thrown by people she knew, her presence became lacking. Heeseung never had any interest to attend events that were filled with younger teens, so of course, he would spend more time hanging out with you. In no time, Heeseung and you had started to become close, and even had each other’s phone numbers.
You had sold your car before the move, and had the means to get a new one, yet when Heeseung frequently offered to give you rides and encouraged you to contact him whenever you needed transportation, it became a railroad that connected you two together. You had long forgotten about buying your own vehicle, it became routine for Heeseung to meet up with you, that he did it without you even texting him. He knew your schedule and would show up promptly to take you to work, pick you up, or stop at the store along the way home. During the weekends, whenever you felt like getting away, you would call him and invite him to a day of leisure, which he happily and always accepted. He was enjoying the amount of time he got to spend with you, it became the highlight of his time. Since meeting and forming a bond with you, there hadn't been a single bad day, even when classes were overbearingly long and going past schedule, his heart and mind was only filled with the image of your face and the sound of your voice. He couldn't wait to see you every day after his classes ended.
On a gloomy Saturday morning, you had the entire house to yourself. With your parents gone on a trip until Monday, H/N out on cheerleading camp, and Sunghoon taking his new lady friend out for the entire day on a date, you felt a bit lonely and bored. Taking your phone, you text Heeseung to see if he was up to go out to your favorite cafe. He was delighted and expressed he would be right over.
Pulling up to the driveway, Heeseung steps out and heads for the front door. Having been treated as an extending member of the family, he unlocks the door with the house key that once belonged to H/N, but her terrible habit in losing the previous spare copies had allotted your parents to encourage for her to give it to Heeseung to hold on to. Since he had always picked her and her friends up after cheer practice, and dropped them off at home, it had made sense for him to keep hold of it, especially now with H/N away at camp. Entering the house, he calls out gently to make you aware that he arrived.
“Y/N, I’m here.”
Hearing his voice from downstairs, you make your way over to greet him. “Hey, sorry for the wait, just going to grab my phone and wallet and we can go.”
He didn’t hear a single word you said. Only the sound of your voice and the image of your perfect visual was all he could process. You chose a flirty and tasteful summer dress, which had fit you so beautifully. It was without patterns, just a solid teal color that complimented your features greatly. Your hair swayed with every move you made, and he lost his complete train of thought as you shut of the lights. With the entire first floor darkened, the dim glare from upstairs peered in through the staircase. “Oh shoot, I must have left the light on in the guest room. I’ll be right back.”
“Kay…”
Walking back up the stairs, you enter the guest bedroom that featured all of your belongings nicely staged amidst the furnishings your parents had prepared. Walking over to the lamp, you glanced over to the window next to you and noticed how magnificent the moon had looked. It was bright and full, glowing in a range of orange and golden hues. Staring off into its glorified image, you thought of the last time you had seen the moon this beautiful. It was back when you were H/N’s age, and you were about to graduate high school, immediately preparing for college entry. Lost in a sense of nostalgia, you drifted so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear his footsteps going up the stairs, entering the attic, and walking up from behind. You didn’t hear his shallow breath as he breached closer, and like you, he continued to take in a sight of something dazzling, one that wasn’t pearly perched in the middle of the night sky, but was equally, if not, more beautiful.
Coming up from behind you, he calls to you. “You okay?”
“Hm? Oh…sorry. Yeah, I’m fine, I was just looking at the moon and it got me thinking for a second.”
“Yeah?...” Softly dashing a side smile, he looks out the window and peers at the moon for a moment, then looks back over to you. “What are you thinking about?”
“I just…I don’t know, I was just thinking about when I last saw the moon like this. I was h/n’s age.”
Biting down on his lip, his eyes shift down to your hips before as he takes one step closer. Looking back up at you, his gaze was more stern, hungry even, and intense. “Yeah?....Were you just as amazing back then as you are now?”
Shifting backward, your breathing becomes deep and shaky as you take in his rather fierce stare. He looked so ruthless, yet his tone was soft and gentle. “He-Heeseung….?” You spoke out nervously.
“Answer me…” he softly tells you, as he takes another step forward, and watches as you take one back. His aura and stance was intimidating, much different than his usual persona. He faintly tilts his head to the side and widens his eyes as he stares directly into you. “Tell me….y/n…..were you always as bright as the moon? And as warm as the sun? Were you always as gentle as the fluttered wings of a butterfly, and as swift as the summer breeze?”
He continues to take his steps forward, speaking in a near whisper. You kept the distance in between your bodies while taking your steps back, until you felt your shoulders meet with the wall. Lowering your hands and reaching behind, your palms contact the cool surface, and your fingers tap along the small threaded grooves of the wallpaper, desperately trying to find something…anything to get a grip or to get away from the tension…which was starting to make you cave in. “Heeseung….He-Heeseung….don’t….we….we can’t…”
“What?....”
“Just….please….” sensing the intense desire he yearned for you, his eyes become glazed with the lust of passion and hunger. “Can’t what, y/n?” he softly speaks out, now closing the distance and meeting you chest to chest. “Heeseung…please…” you whimpered out softly. His gaze was doing something to you, it was almost as if he was calling for you, and your body was responding against your wishes. There was something about the way he was whispering your name, thirsting for you with his hungry eyes, and pressing up on your body, trapping you against the wall. There was something about the way his whispered words were antagonizing you to bid a suitable answer, one that you could not think of, yet he kept asking you…
“Can’t what?....” Raising his hands, he places both palms on the wall to each side of your head. Leaning into your ear, he whispers your name. “Y/n….”
You turned your face away, winced your eyes shut and avoid any sort of both, physical and eye contact. His hard chest presses against your breasts, and his groin meets with your pelvis. “Heeseung…..sssstop…..this is wrong….”
“If it’s wrong then push me away….come on baby….push….me….like how you’ve been pushing me.”
Turning your face straight forward, you looked at him confused. He nearly glares at you as he speaks in a firm tone. “Yes….that’s right, I said ‘push me’. You’ve had no problems doing it all this time. Pushing me over the edge…pushing me out of reality….pushing me into a state of madness and hunger……pushing me to love you harder….”
Widening your eyes at what seemed to be his confession of love to you, you shift around and placed your hands on his chest, gently pushing him outward, yet you weren’t pushing hard enough. You were shocked. Was Heeseung really in love with you? But more importantly…were you just now realizing that you might be feeling the same about him? You shook your head, trying to come back to a rational sense and reminded yourself of h/n and her relationship with Heeseung. Keeping your hands on him, you push just slightly harder, yet he leans forward, causing your arms and hands to retract back.
“Push harder….” He whispers against your cheek.
“Heesung we can’t…..we can’t do this…”
“Then push harder…” grabbing onto your hand as it lays plastered on his chest, he strokes the back of your palm as he continues to whisper onto your skin. “Come on baby….push harder.”
The way his pursed lips grazed against your skin, and the way his voice sounded when he called you ‘baby’, it may have been weakness or desperation, maybe it was a little bit of both, either way, you stopped caring. You came to realize the truth behind the close bond you built with this man, and how you came to be so fond of him. How his smile always caused your heartbeat to escalate, and how his voice sounded whenever he said your name, causing your stomach to flip upside down. Once more, he whispers deeply, this time, it was against your lips, all the while he stared into your hazy eyes.
“Push it…..keep pushing it y/n……”
Whimpering, you falter. “I…..I…….”
“Yeah?...” his voices begin to peak.
“I……Heeseung…..”
Smothering his lips against yours, you melt in his sudden embrace. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, further going numb when you felt his arms grip around your waist and lifts you to deepen that hold he had on you. Softly moaning into your mouth, he deepens the kiss and feeds his tongue as deep as he possibly could. Running out of air, you both wait til the very last second upon reaching the pinnacle of lightheadedness, before faintly breaking the kiss. With his nose pressed against yours, he tightens his wrap and lifts you higher, causing you to close any remaining distance as you wrap your legs around his waist. Walking over to the bed, he gently lays you down on the plush bedding. Your arms fling up and over your head, with your hair gracefully spread all around. Reaching up, his hands smooth their way above your head and grab onto your hands, slowly intertwining your fingers together. From there, his kisses trail down to your chin, and to your throat. He smothers you with one kiss after another, before coming back up, just below the lobe of your ear. With your face peeled to the side, and your chest heaving upwards from the denseness of his weight on top, you arch your back and dip your hips low, craving for more of his touch. Whispering into your ear, he unleashes the depth of his braved confession.
“You have no idea….just how much I’ve been wanting you. How many days and nights went by where I thought about you…just you. There’s nothing in my life that I ever wanted more than what I have right before me….pretty girl you should be mine….only mine….and I should be yours.”
Fluttering your eyelids up, growing weak from your shaky breathing and the throbbing tingle that taps your core, there was no way you wanted him to stop, but the thought of h/n came to mind and you gave it your last shot to be mentally strong….despite your heart wanting him all for yourself.
“Hee—Heeseung…..but….what about….m-my sister…?”
Keeping his lips latched onto your neck, he whispers in response. “I like her….” propping himself up, he hooks on the hem of his t-shirt, slowly lifting it up and over his head, revealing his hardened muscles. Flinging it off to the side, he stares down at you with almost a cynical stare, one that was psychotic, but filled with love. “But I love you….”
Gasping at the sight before you, you moan and whimper as you reach up and reaffirm the hold around his neck, bringing him closer to you. Never have you felt such intense love from someone. You have dabbled into the dating life and had a couple of boyfriends since college, but nothing too serious. This….this was something far more crazy….intense….insane even…..but it was a love that you knew that was too good to deny.
Draping your hands down onto his biceps, you arch your back sharply, pressing your breasts against his chest upon feeling his hands traveling low. Swooping under your thighs, he lifts and guides them to wrap around his waist as he rolls the hem of your dress up and coils it around your waist. Hooking his fingers on your panties, he starts ripping them apart. So eager to have you, he couldn’t quite understand anything other than satisfying the hunger he had been feeling since meeting you. He became a beast, a ravishing monster that needed to be tamed, and the only one that could do it, was you. You gasped upon feeling the tugging of him ripping the fabric of your underwear apart, yet were quieted down when he faintly breaks the kiss and places a single finger atop of your lips. “Its okay…..baby, I’m not going to hurt you….I’m just going to feed on you….” Resuming the kiss, he twirls his tongue inside, ever so lovingly. You feel his hands tug on the straps of your dress and pulls them loosely over your shoulders and exposes your breasts to the warmth of his chest as he cradles you in a sweet embrace. Your thighs begin to shake as you rub your fingers up and down his biceps, and moan into his mouth.
Locking your lips in, he delivers a single, sharp buck from his hip, hitting you semi-hard in between your legs. Yelping out of intense pleasure, you release a trailing moan into his mouth as he prevents you from breaking the kiss entirely. Sensing your nerves calming, he delivers another hit from his hip, this time grinding the clothed bulge into your core. You gasp for air upon feeling the mixture of pleasure and friction, causing you to become delirious and lost in the heat of passion. Smirking into your mouth, knowing full well that he was getting you weaker by the second, he delivers a series of repeated dry thrusts that gets you yelling out a trail of gasping moans.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
“Yeah?…yeah? Come on baby….” Clenching his jaw, his thrusts become harder. “Show me how pretty you look, as MY girl...my pretty woman..”
You nearly lose your voice as you continue to moan slurred words and incomplete sentences, all starting off with his name. Propelling his weight off, he unbuckles his belt, and removes his jeans. His nude body now fully connects as you remain mostly bare, with only your flirty dress rolled around your waist, leaving you exposed beneath the tatters and loose ends of the fabric. Kneeling between your legs, he remains propped up high and mighty, leaving you merciless beneath his glaring smirk. Taking you by the waist, he drags you closer, and grinds into you as he takes his shaft and strokes it in between your plush folds. Watching as the skin surrounding your slit caresses his shaft, he triggers your body to secrete the hint of slick moisture, gently glazing his member. Chuckling while admitting a dashing smirk, he looks into your eyes directly, giving a harsh and relentless stare. He didn’t look as soft and gentle as he had all this time since you’ve known him. His eyes were much sharper, defined, and narrowed, and he had a dashing yet devious smirk that was much different than the traditionally handsome one he flares off. It was as if he was taken over by something, a hunger that manifested out of the great desire and love he had developed for you, almost immediately after seeing you for the first time. Was it love at first sight? Or were you just everything he had always dreamed of, yet thought too good to be true to exist? Either way, the moment was here, where he finally had you in his arms. Even he, himself, doesn’t know what exactly was coming over him, but that remained irrelevant as he gazed on the magnificent view beneath him. The suppleness of your skin on your breasts, the smoothness of your legs, and the loveliness of your delicate slit, which he could not wait to plunge in.
Licking his lip, his lids grow heavy and for a moment, you somewhat came back to your senses, but it was too late. With his hand firmly gripping your waist, he takes the base of his shaft and slowly begins to enter. You grab onto his hand immediately upon feeling the bulge pushing past your enclosed cavity. Your body hitches up and forward, reacting to the sting of his rather large and lengthy muscle, only for him to drag you back towards him.
“Ah! Wait…..I….” your breaths transition into raging pants from the immense pressure. It had been too long, and you had forgotten that unique and painful sensation of your walls breaching, but with Heeseung, it was ten times more blistering given his thick girth and exaggerated length.
“Shh….its okay baby….I’m right here. I’m going to make you feel good…”
Feeling each inch sliding in, your thighs start to shake, and your pelvis grows numb. The beat of pain starts to disappear and after a few seconds, all you feel is the pressure of your walls separating. Deep inside lays your soft and tender spot, and after looking at seeing how largely endowed he was, he reaches it, as you expected. Your chest deeply heaves and your back arches even more, expanding the volume of your moans to beat off the walls. Your body rolls and curls, causing your hips to surf up and down, gently tapping against his groin and letting him know that you were wanting more. So more much. Your hands move up but could only reach his naval region as he remained on his kneeling position, while you laid restlessly taking in the plunge. Your fingers delicately drag down and tap against his skin, shakily. He lets out another deep chuckle.
“Heh heh…you ready for me?” Trailing his hand across your chest, he firmly takes hold on the side of your neck. Answering him, you nod eagerly, but nervously. Smiling while breathing out unsteady exhales, amidst feeling the pressures of your tight walls hugging his cock, he releases a shaky chuckle. “My woman…”
Thrusting in the remaining bit of his shaft, he pelts himself all the way in. Your eyes jolt wide with a look of pain and slight fear as you gasp out a yelping moan.
“Oh fuck….keep looking at me like that….you’re so……fuck….” He gasps out as he picks up the pace and thrusts harder and deeper. Faster and faster, he expands the horizon of his sight as he views your facial expression, the movement of your breasts bouncing at high velocity, and how his cock was violating your womanhood. Just as much he was enjoying it, so were you. Seeing how monstrous he was in fucking you, had only thrilled you. The level of intimidation of his manhood and abrasiveness, all accompanying his will to please you, and himself, became the best feeling in the world that you could ever experience. Shifting your grip, you grab onto the blankets to each side of your face and moaned out every inch of ecstasy that he gave. Beating it into you, his cock throbs and pulsates, causing him to fuck you even faster and deeper. This man, your younger sister’s boyfriend, was giving it to you so good, you didn’t want it to end. At that moment, you didn’t care about the outcome of all this, it felt too good to give it up, the more he plunged in, the more you screamed out his name. He went on, and on, and on.
“Ugh! He-Heeseung!”
“Fuck…..” With his hand still maintaining a side grip on your neck, his thumb swipes up and down the center of your throat as he continues his merciless thrusts. “Oh fuck…fuck fuck fuck…..” he gasped out in whispering groans. “You’re so fucking perfect….I could fuck you forever……”
Going in even faster and harder, your body becomes a blur of your tone and complexion as it succumbs to his aggressive thrusting, causing you to bounce relentlessly up and down against the bedspread. Your head pins down on the pillow as he keeps you steady with his hold, using it as leverage to bring you in each time he thrusts back inside.
“Oh my God…!!” You gasp out in a smoldering tone, causing him to twitch inside as he heard the pleasures within your voice. The moment you felt the knot snap, you had the entire penetrating area soaked as you continuously gush out the pleasures of your orgasm. Watching as his cock glistens in between his thrusts, he growls out your name. His hand twitches its grip, and you feel his fingers faintly digging into your skin. Shifting his hold, his hand moves upwards, caressing your cheek, while his thumb swipes over your lips as you catch your breath. Releasing his essence, he remains buried inside and pumps every ounce of his hard labor inside of you. Sliding out, he exits out of your cavity, leading out a trail of his cum to not only seep and pool inside your walls, but to also decorate the exterior of your sex as he spills his seeds on your clit.
Leaning into a crawling stance above your tired and weakened form, he trails the tip of his nose along your throat and up to your chin. Embracing you in a passionate kiss, he rests his body next to you and pulls you in to a tight hug, leaving small kisses along your helix while he simultaneously tucks your hair behind it. Caressing your face with his fingers, he continues to show every ounce of his love, even after displaying his vigored performance in filling you with it. After catching your breaths, you broke the ice, even though you were enjoying the soft silence.
“….What happens now?....”
Heeseung remained aloof. He knew what he wanted, and nothing, even your eighteen-year-old sister, wasn’t going to keep him from keeping you. Hugging you tightly, whispers as he buries his face into your hair.
“What’s going to happen….is you continue to be mine, and leave everything else to me. I’ll deal with H/N. Just stay here and be mine…and only mine.”
You turn your face half way to flare your side profile at him. “Promise you’re going to be nice and go easy on her?”
“Why wouldn’t I be nice? I’ll be as nice as I can about it, and to her. But I’m always going to be nicer to you.” Leaning into your ear once more, he whispers. “Because I may like your sister….but I love you.”
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HARD THOUGHT!: BABYTRAPPING, DUMBIFICATION! BREEDING K1NK!SMUT MDNI!
I don't know why, but in my head, Sunghoon fits the concept of baby trapping so well.
Like I'm not sure, maybe the rest of the hyung line have had the thought cross their minds in the heat of the moment, but Sunghoon actually goes through with it. He's thought about it. Waited. Fantasized. Rationalized it. Planned it.
Maybe you've had a glass of wine or two, not enough to get you drunk, but enough where you're feeling pleasantly warm inside. Maybe he knows what that warm internal glow does to you, paired with his lingering touches, his lips caressing your neck and ears as he mouths gently at the exposed skin.
He's seducing you.
He's seducing you and you really should have known he was up to no good. Dressed in that fucking button down, his messy bangs falling into his pretty, dim bedroom eyes. Biting his plump lips as his big hands firmly massage your shoulders. The warm orange glow from the lit candles decorating the room, the sultry music that you're only just now noticing.
Speaking of noticing, Sunghoon ducks his head into the crook of your neck to hide his cheshire cat smile. His pretty little airhead hadn't taken any sort of notice at all to the saccharine taste of her birth control pills, had she? His dumb little bunny hadn't even noticed that he'd not only swapped her pills for a placebo, but he'd been fucking her raw and stuffing her cunt like a nymphomaniac ever since. His poor, dense, stupid little dollbaby had scrolled through his phone countless times without seeing that he'd downloaded the app off of her phone that charted when she had her cycles. And when she was ovulating.
You were clueless, and it made him so fucking hard.
Here you were, nibbling on his ear and stripping yourself naked, desperate to fuck yourself dumb on his dick, completely oblivious to the fact that it was only a matter of time. Before he made the two of you a family of three, before you were trapped in his life, in his bed for the rest of your life.
He's spun a web, interlocked, interwoven a leash around you, of lust and greed and a selfish kind of love that you've never felt from him before. Does it make you just as bad? The fact that you love it? Live for it, long for it. His obsession, his possession of you. You really had no clue how deep his feelings ran.
He loves you. He loves you. To the point where he's gonna make sure that even in the extremely unlikely, borderline impossible event that the two of you split up, he's got a way, a reason, to weasel his way back into your life. You'll never be rid of him. Not once he gets you pregnant, and full of his baby.
You can see his pretty eyes darkening, determined and virtually unstoppable.
Tonight was the night.
He could feel it in his bones, in the pleasure filled ache in his heavy, cum filled balls. You were getting pregnant tonight. He feels no embarrassment, no shame in what he's about to do. In fact, as the second tick by, as you both sink deeper and deeper into that brainless, fucked out state, he becomes engrossed, enthralled with the idea.
"You're mine," He'd growl, the sticky juices from your cunt dripping from his rose petal lips as he kicks his boxers to the side. "And I'm gonna put my fucking baby in you."
You'd briefly come to, still reeling from the intensity with which he devoured you, and ask him to repeat himself, though his reply would do little to diminish your confusion. He's got a glint in his eye, and you aren't sure whether that gleam is crazed, in love, or determined, but either way it has you clenching around the tip of his dick as it dips into your entrance.
"Gonna fuck a baby into you. So you can never fucking leave me. Mine for-fucking-ever. This is my fucking pussy." You knew he only swore this much when he was drunk, not on the wine he had fed you earlier in the evening, but on the creamy wet cunt he was bottoming out inside of.
"But, b-baby? We.... I'm not ready to-"
"Shhhh," He'd hiss.
"You're ready, baby."
He wouldn't say it to coax you into warming up to the idea. He'd say it like a statement. A fact. Like there was no room for negotiation. Like his mind had already been made up. Like he had already taken your choice away. In his eyes, you were ready to, you were going to bear his children, regardless of your opinion on the matter.
And perhaps if his girthy cock wasn't slamming so hard into your g-spot you could protest. But it was. So, you couldn't. His heavy rod sinking deep into your guts, bullying it's way into your womb with the promise of painting the insides of your cervix the pretty, pearlescent white of his baby-making batter. He'd grunt and curse and grip you tight, dead set on getting you dick drunk enough to not notice him breeding you full.
And sure enough, his evil little plan would work, the warm, arousing feeling of all eight and a half inches of his fat cock splitting you open making your vision blur with pleasure filled tears. And fuck, it felt so good you couldn't even remember what it was that had you worried or anxious or whatever it was that you had been feeling. All that remained was a dull ache spreading from the heat of your core, a throbbing in your swollen, wet clit that begged to be played with. You could feel him starting to twitch inside you, his drunken eyes devouring the way your pussy gushed for him.
"Pussy is so f- fucking pretty." He'd stutter to himself. "Gonna cum all inside this pretty fucking pussy. You're gonna look so gorgeous with my baby inside of you." And for the second time that night you'd become the personification of a question mark.
"H-huh? Hoon, what are you s-saying? We can't have a baby right no-"
"Don't fight it, Dollface. You just stay still for me....so Daddy can fill you up and beat your pretty pink insides weak. Until your wet, stretched out little cunt can't swallow another drop of my cum."
He knows he's got you when your little fingers trail down your torso, stopping in between your quivering thighs.
"Good. Fucking. Girl. Play with yourself for me, yeah, baby? Help me make your cute little pussy clench and cum for me, ok?" The rapid nodding of your head told him you were close.
The adorable whimpers that escaped your full lips as you climaxed were making his balls start to tighten in anticipation, but it was the thought of secretly breeding you that sent him over the edge.
Sunghoon's nails dug into your waist, his hips stuttering before fucking his length as deep inside of you as possible. Your orgasm seemed to start all over again at the feeling of his wide head pushing past the tight hole of your cervix, his fat tip throbbing inside of your womb. His eyes rolled back into his head, body shivering in pleasure as the first wave of his orgasm hit, a violent burst of his seed exploding inside of the deepest parts of you. You watched, shaking with your own orgasm, as he tried desperately to keep his grip on reality, failing as a tear rolled down his flushed cheek. You almost startled as he let out a loud and guttural, "FUCK, YES!" pumping you so full of his seed you thought it might start to ooze out of your nose. His nails digging into your waist was starting to hurt a bit, but Sunghoon was still too busy cumming to notice, toes curling, drooling a bit as he overstimulated both you and himself. When he finally couldn't take the overstimulization anymore, broken whimpers falling from his trembling lips and teary brown eyes unable to stay open, he let himself rest on your heaving chest.
Your sweaty bodies stuck together, and Sunghoon figured the two of you would shower at some point, but not now. Right now, his number one goal was to keep you plugged with his cock deep inside of you in the hopes that his seed would take and sprout. He played it off under the guise of being so tired he couldn't even pull out, sighing contently as he let himself drift off to sleep.
And he smiled when you came to him with a positive pregnancy test and tears dripping off of your long, full lashes four weeks later. He soothed you when you guiltily sobbed, unsure about what effects taking birth control has on pregnancy, laughing internally at the knowledge that you haven't taken your birth control in over a month. He placed his big hands over your tummy, over his baby, while you sniffled and wiped your eyes dry. He coaxed a heart gripping giggle from you when he congratulated you on the privilege of carrying a baby.
But most importantly, he congratulated himself.
I- bitvh wtf!? fecdchrjvscwxzweg I'm feral over this man, someone please save me I'm begging you 😭 😫 😢
sunghoons so cute sometimes i forget hes a grown man that could easily handle me.. like him being so shy normally but when your in bed its a whole different story. like he doesnt know where the dominance comes from but all of the sudden he just wants to shove him cock down your throat and watch as you gag and cry.. theres something that makes him wanna keep going even after you say you cant take it because he knows all you want is more. like hes sooo so so so two faced when it comes to his daily life and his alone time with you.
he lets you boss him around all day and he does everything you say gladly, no problem. but when hes feeling horny??? yeah expect your legs to be shaking for the next week. feel like he'd love to eat you out and come up after, give you a long kiss after he makes you cum like oh my goddd... shoving his long fingers down your throat to create extra lube for when he fingers you gahhhh 😵💫😵💫😵💫
feel like hed also love to spank you and see how red he can get your ass before you genuinely cant take it anymore, begging him to stop and thats how he knows you're at your limit, will probably just give one more harsh slap right after because he loves to watch your body go limp and see his masterpiece.. fuck. hes so innocent around everyone else but so so so filthy behind closed doors. he'd be so rough with you but so soft with his words, "thats it, such a good girl." he'd say over the sound of you gagging as hes literally making you take his whole cock in your mouth, like hes absolutely insane.
but you love it so much. hes literally such an attention seeker sometimes too like doing shit on stage that he knows will make you jealous just to have you mad at him when he gets back. you try and put him in his place but forget hes so tall n strong.. and could literally throw you over his shoulder in a millisecond.
so he quite literally laughs in your face and when you tell him you're not playing around, "nothings funny sunghoon, stop laughing." you'd say in attempt to still try and get control of him just for this one night, but he just smiles and walks closer to you as you as you have your arms crossed and your eyebrows furrowed.
he'd caress your face softly but give your cheek a harsh slap which surprised you, because of course he's slapped you before (always sexual) but since you were being very serious you never expected it to take this kinda turn.. which of course you werent complaining, you didnt know what you were thinking trying to put him in his place.
but he'd pull you closer right after, your hand on the place he previously slapped you. "my dumb lil girl, what were you even thinking?" he'd whisper in your ear, running his hand up and down your back as you kept quiet, just letting him do what he wants. his hand coming up to grip your waist harshly in order to make you answer, you'd stutter out the words, your voice all shaky and quiet "i-i don't know." you'd say almost completely inaudible, your voice cracking in the process.
he'd have you sit down on his lap with just your bra and panties on just cause he loves that little look of embarrassment on your face, knowing your sorry but is still gonna force you to say it over and over again while hes pushing your face farther into the sheets later. rubbing your clit through your panties, he'd stare into your eyes while you try your best to avoid his eyes, nervous for whats to come later, knowing the whole night is gonna be full of your moans and cries.
his other hand on your back to give you extra support so you dont fall while sitting on his lap, hed reach up slightly and unclasp your bra easily, letting it fall down your shoulders. he'd make you take it off while still teasing your clit slowly, watching as you jerk forward a little bit everytime he goes the slightest bit faster.
"you gonna be a good girl tonight? or do i need to show you whos in charge baby?" he'd say while slipping your panties to the side and watching as your chest heaves up and down when he slowly inserts one finger in your hole but soon removing it and flipping you over on your tummy to lay down on his lap, forcing your panties down your legs. taking off his belt, "daddys good girl, so proud of you for taking what you deserve." hed say and land a harsh strike on your ass, leaving you squirming already.. but it was just the beginning ><
helloo my love <3 can you please spare some thoughts about heehoon fighting for your attention? thankyou 🫶🏼
𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘’𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐓: heehoon fighting for your attention.
before you agreed to start dating heeseung and sunghoon, you had to deal with their overwhelming attempts of trying to wow you. you felt like a dog’s chew toy being tugged into two different directions, the two of them trying their hardest to get your attention. heeseung used to show up at your job with flowers every other day with a smile and a kiss for his pretty girl. sunghoon would make an attempt to upstage him by cooking you dinner every night, or running to the store to buy your favorite snacks. the energy in the home you shared together reeked of two “alpha” males trying to prove which one loved you more. heeseung would cling to your side making sure your eyes stayed on him as he kept telling you how beautiful and perfect you are. the way you would laugh and giggle would make his heart soar, happiness consuming him that his pretty girl had eyes only for him in that moment. that was until sunghoon entered the room and attached himself to the other side of your frame, his big muscular arms wrapping around you and pulling you up onto his lap in one swift motion. you didn’t miss the way heeseung’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing as he moved closer to the two of you. your nights together would often end up like this, as long as you were close enough to the two of them you wouldn’t be subjected to their silly competitions of who loves you more. the only time they ever truly agree with each other is when it comes down to making you cum. the two would work together just to take your breath away, heeseung would suck on your clit like if it were a tasty mango pit. and well sunghoon would attack your nipples, treating them like tiny morsels that he brought at the candy store. your moans and pleads for more satisfied that itch inside them, their desire to have your attention at all times you didn’t have to speak anymore, the two of them knew your moans were meant for them and only them alone. dating them honestly had to be the best decision you had ever made, who wouldn’t want their boyfriends to fight over them especially if it’s meant with love.
tbh, idk what happened here but it was good lmao, i hope you like it my baby love. 🥺♥️
loser loner! sunghoon with overgrown bangs and is a complete social outcast. no one ever sits with him during class or lunch and avoid him at all costs. but you can’t help but to be drawn to him for some reason and pair up with him for a partner project.
you can feel the way his eyes always linger even when you walk away from him. but there’s just something about him that’s so intoxicating and you can’t seem to get enough of and of course you just had to invite him over to work on the project.
you never would’ve suspected that not even ten minutes of him being there would he be thrusting so deeply into you. how would you have known he had the biggest cock you’ve ever seen. hitting every spot just perfectly and using his fingers to play with your clit. making your head go fuzzy but he’s not done when he cums inside of you. he absolutely just has to eat you out right after. peeking between his bangs to get a glimpse of you as he makes you cum just once more
I just want jake to get me pregnant so bad like when I accidentally mention to everybody that I have a breeding kink and everybody just looks to jake to see if he heard what I said LIKE😋😋😋😋
real😓
a lil short one to feed u guys😫 (written pretty quickly & not proofread😔) i hope u don't mind, n enjoy<3
It was a slip of the tongue. An accidental admittance that had unintentionally taken their attention and placed it between your palms. You had their eyes, glued to you. Widened, growing with a shock that left their lips parted and jaws hanging low. Sunoo blinked, and then turned his puzzled features toward Jake. Innocently sat amidst the warm silk cushions. Gaze passing between his members, who had followed Sunoo in turning from you, and focusing on your flustered boyfriend.
“Did you hear that, Jake?” Heeseung’s initial surprise had faded and softened into a sly smirk. One he held as his elbow was positioned to face Jake and nudge him. Jake glanced in his friend’s direction. Brows upturned. “Hm?” He hummed, swallowing. You smiled. No shame in your admittance. The shades of red that unravelled upon the faces of your peers was humorous. The gentle swallow of Sunoo beside you. The awkward shuffle, as Jay faced away from the commotion. Sunghoon’s eyes graced the floor, while the others searched Jake’s face for some sort of emotion. He was warm. Embarrassed beneath these lingering eyes, and the teasing presence of Heeseung beside him.
“Y/n has a breeding kink, huh?”
The words, according to how Jake had reacted, were new. The members believed so. Unaware of how Jake knew every bit as much as you how turned on you became when he mentioned breeding you. Within the bedroom, those words were far from new.
The members had no clue. How many times Jake had you wrapped around him, whining with your slurred, drunken words. Pleading with your blurred, rolling eyes. Begging for every drop of his warm cum to fill you. You cried his name. A stuttered, sacred chant, as he thrusts deeper. Threatening to spill his load between your plush walls and impregnate you with his seed. He would smirk, and tease. Twitch and pull out from between your legs, rubbing only his leaking tip across your clit. Waiting, waiting for you to whine impatiently and beg for his cum to be inside of you. Filling your small body to the brim, until he leaked from you. Dripping sensually from your thighs.
It felt greater than good to have not only his pulsing warm length inside of you. Stroking the deepest parts of you. But his cum, too. Each snap urging a spurt of his thick arousal to taint your insides.
You had a breeding kink, Jake was aware of that, but it seems your kink may have inspired his own. He was equally as excited to fuck you dumb and fill you with the thought of getting you pregnant. He would pant as he rocks into you, asking, asking, over and over whether you wanted his cum. You would always answer with a rough moan and a mess of incoherent words that paired with the frantic lower of your head. He’d eagerly cum inside, pushing his length until his hips rubbed the underside of your upper thighs. He’d fill you while telling you how much he had desperately wanted to fuck his kids into you, fill your stomach with his babies. Get you swollen with his child. Jake would be just as needy. Desperate, even. Wanting badly to give you his load. Make you his. Breed you, over and over. The idea had him growing rock hard within seconds, just as much as it had you dripping wet.
i tried to combine these two asks as they were pretty similar, i hope you don't mind :)
"pls write on how jw would be rough or hard on you when he gets upset and jealous?? he’d be looking down on you condescendingly when fucking you aaa 😭💓"
this includes a breeding kink, sub!reader, cock slapping, a lot of cum.., mad, jealous won
not rlly read over, kinda messy near the end(oops)..enjoy nonetheless!
Jungwon would have you on your back, spine pressed into the mattress as he handles your thighs with no mercy. Fingers curling, palm marking the flesh red while he tugged you toward his hips. You could whine, you could whimper. His eyes would reply, with flaming, fiery anger. Far from remorseful. A condescending look stretching along his unamused features. His brows would be tightly furrowed and would cramp harsher whenever you groaned impatiently. Rolling yourself forward, against the tip of his leaking cock. He would twitch, but glare, and take hold of his pre-cum stained base with a palm. Slapping the pink, wet tip against your yearning pussy. Throbbing for him and his length. You would cry, muffle your moan through your pressed lips. Toss your head until your hair was a tousled mess that weaved itself along the sheets. Your lashes would flutter. “Look at me.” He would demand. Fingers still settled on his cock, while his tip was trailed between your folds, and over your glistening clit. “Jungwon…” You’d sigh, and his cock would meet your cunt a second time. The slap creating a crude wet sound, which set your jaw to hang low, and your eyes to linger further in the back of your mind. “Don’t whine.” He’d scoff. “You’re getting fucked. That’s what you want right? By talking to Heeseung like that, I’d assume so.” Jungwon grunts, and your empty, needy hole was quickly filled. Stretched out by his length, as he pushes himself in so desperately. Fingers grasping at your thighs, to hold you, spread, either side of him. “Shit!” You curse. “It wasn’t like that, Won.”
“Hm?” He hums, fingers digging into your skin. His cock twitches, and your breath hitches. He bulges against your stomach. His cock so deep, dragging through you. Fucking your insides. His skin was warm and soft. Contrasting greatly to the stern, condescending look he wore as he peered down on you. You felt so small. “You’re so tight.” He bites his lip. Eyes slipping to land on your drooling pussy. So wet around him. Clenching like a desperate, pathetic slut. Needing all of him. Every last bit of him. “I’m the only one who gets to fuck you, okay?” He speaks, eyes flashing upwards. You swallow, lips parted to create a clear breathing path. With his tip stroking your stomach it was difficult to remain both literate and coherent.
“Okay?” Jungwon repeats. “You’re mine.” He says deeply, gaze turning cold, and dark. He licks over his lips and thrusts back into you. Shaking your body. “I’ll have to fill you up, huh?” He continues, rutting like an animal. Hair teased, tips damp and clinging to his shining skin. His neck was wet, and his adam’s apple bobbed with each swallow. His chest heaved, seemingly harsher when he mentioned filling you. You whined, head melting backward into an array of pillows. Your head became nestled, chin tilting upward. “Do you want my cum?”
Your stomach flips. An almost drowning feeling, as everything dips downward. Like your falling or slipping down on a rollercoaster ride. That feeling where your organs tumble, and your brain releases this warmth that spreads like the sea. Devouring everything.
“Please, oh, please!” You begged as you balled the sheets into your palms. Holding tightly until your knuckles wash white, like your gripping for life on a theme park ride. “Jungwon, please cum in me.” You mumble, holding back the string of moans building larger, deep within your narrow throat. He doesn’t smile, chewing back his lip. He fucks into you, panting almost. “I’ll cum so hard you’ll be swollen with my baby.” He growls, dipping his head down while he bucks harder. Letting his cock slide in, and then out. Letting your warmth suck him in, and then hold him deep inside. Your walls clenching tighter. He let slip a moan, hips snapping once, and then twice. His cum dripped inside of you, staining your pulsing walls. You were so full of his cum. Watching him as he threw his head back. Snapping his hips each time another string shot from his swollen tip. He was milking himself dry, held tightly between your thighs.
“All mine…” He panted. Dropping from his high. His warm skin was decorated with a sheen of sweat. His grip on your hips loosened while his head fell forward. He had sincere features, dusted in pink, and then he sighed. Pushing back his teased hair with a palm. “Only I can fill you up with my cum.”
You lowered your head. Arms and legs shaky against the white, stained duvet. Your thighs had begun to close, nearing each other, to rub and clench. Jungwon smirked, fingers lingering over your knees. His palms settled down, where he pulled apart your thighs, gently dropping himself down your calves and toward your ankles. Your eyes grew, and a sense of puzzlement ran by your tainted cheeks. His fingers hooked through the fabric of your underwear, and his eyes softened. Raising to meet your own, larger ones. He lifted the material, dragging it carefully until the soft cotton pressed your messy clit. Your lips fell open. “You’re gonna have my cum all day.” He smiled, pridefully. Dimples popping from between his skin. His sweet, dark eyes were corrupted with a lust, that you swallowed to. You were desperate to push back the deep feeling within your stomach, especially when you felt the warmth of his cum build between your legs. Filling your pants and dripping down the inner sides of your thighs.
“If anyone would try fuck you, they’d have a surprise...” He held back a laugh, smile growing as a mischief burst throughout his pupils. His palm lay between your legs, where he pressed gently. You gasped. Feeling his pleasure rub up against your desperate clit. It pulsed against the white mixture, wanting more, but the boy was long gone. Raising up from the bed and leaning toward your side. His thumb and forefinger met beneath your chin and tilted you in his direction. There, he pressed a kiss to your parted lips. A short, sweet, gentle kiss.
𖦹 ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: from the sweet boy you met at your cafe job to an obsessive psycho, yandere!yang jungwon goes to extreme measures to ensure that you’re his.
➳ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mentions of food, abduction and yandere themes, swearing, violence, crying, angst, hickeys, non-con kissing and touching, nudity ~
𖦹 ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.4k
"I brought you some treats! I hope you’re hungry!" Jungwon placed the woven basket of freshly made delights before you on the center of the picnic mat, his cheerful voice snatching your focus from the daunting thoughts clouding your mind.
"Thank you, Won-ah," you smiled, feigning a sense of gratitude towards his unusual gesture.
"So," he began, revealing the goodie’s hidden beneath the white cloth of the basket. "What do you think of my garden?"
"Well, it’s a change that I’ll have to learn to get used to," you admitted, too timid to meet his curious feline eyes. "My life in the city followed a work-sleep-repeat schedule," you went on. "Where I’m from, no one really cared to spend their free time outdoors. Your garden, though... it’s rather strange at best, especially considering that you’ve maintained it all by yourself."
Jungwon simply nodded in response as he arranged a few sandwiches and a bowl of sweet cream and sugar-soaked strawberries for the two of you on a sharing platter, savoring one of the bright red berries in his mouth.
"Jungwon?"
He swallowed and said, "Yes, my love?"
"Are you going to keep me here forever?"
Chirping birds in the distance temporarily filled the silence.
"Hmm… When you’re deeply in love with someone, you often like to think that time is an irrelevant variable. I would say that forever is quite a strong word, yet, a perfect one to describe my infinite love for you." His eyes lit up at the mere thought of infinity and beyond with you, the love of his life.
You nodded in response, taking a corner of one of the sandwiches Jungwon had prepared into your mouth, sinking your teeth into the soft white bread.
"I’m not much of a cook, but I tried to recreate the little sandwiches you used to make me at the cafe to the best of my ability. I remember when you recommended that I try them because they were your favorite lunch item on the menu." He smiled to himself at the memory before searching your features for any clue as to what was going on in your head.
"It’s not identical, but I almost prefer your version of the treat," you admitted, trying to mask the awkwardness between you two. "It’s sweeter. Softer. Unlike the stale bread and recycled fruit I’d make them with at the cafe,"
Jungwon chuckled in response, and your lips couldn’t help but tug upward at each corner. Deep down, you wanted to believe that somewhere in Jungwon’s twisted brain, he was the same shy and innocent boy you previously met at your cafe job on a slow Tuesday morning.
The boy you wanted to learn more about at your own pace and on your own terms.
The boy you used to dream would somehow save you from the mundane patterns of your exhausting city life.
Though, in an odd way, you got what you asked for.
"Jungwon?"
"Yes," he answered, yet asked, slightly curious about your reasons for wanting to question him again.
"Are you anything like the ‘you’ I met before all this?"
It had only been three days since Jungwon had abducted you, hiding you away in his garden of arcane wonders. Before today, you and him had hardly made any conversation since you arrived here, as he didn’t see any need for chatting given the fact that you two had already gotten to know each other personally. Just yesterday, he offered to give you a tour of one of the smaller greenhouses he owned, saying that you would have to wait a while before he showed you the rest of his field. Presently, this is your first time leaving your "room" since day one, mostly for Jungwon’s selfish desires of wanting to have a little picnic date with you. Perhaps this was all a ploy to manipulate your trust. Nonetheless, you wanted to use this time with Jungwon as an opportunity to ask him to clarify his deeper intentions. The only things Jungwon had made verbally clear to you were a set of rules for you to follow and that you were his and his only.
He cleared his throat before saying, "Yes. I am the same Jungwon that you met at the cafe as I am now and always will be. The only thing that’s changed are my feelings for you. They’ve grown since I brought you here with me. Since I’ve shared this part of my life with you." A forlorn expression waved over his features for a moment. He looked into your weak eyes as if speaking to your soul.
"I love you."
You felt obligated to say a set of three words back to him, but they were caught in your throat. You swallowed your own resistance and blurted out a shaky, "I love you, too, Jungwon," hoping that you sounded as sincere as you wanted him to believe you were. It’s not that you were incapable of ever loving Jungwon. At one point, you felt like you almost did. Unfortunately, all of those "what ifs" went out the window after the garden. Even after considering Jungwon’s plea for innocence, you felt in your gut that you still couldn’t trust him. Rightfully so, given that he had already betrayed your trust on such a level. Your false confession of love rang true to Jungwon’s ears, and the forlorn look on his face faltered, being replaced with his familiar smile. It startled you to see how the smile of his that used to comfort you had already become one of fright.
"Come here," he said, motioning for you to sit on his lap in a lotus position. He braced the small of your back with his larger hand, the other hand alternating between exploring either your thigh, cheek, or loose baby hairs. You could hardly keep eye contact with him, missing the close proximity you two had once enjoyed on the checkered picnic mat.
"I think it’s only fair that I ask you a question of my own, seeing that you’ve interrogated me twice thus far."
In that moment, Jungwon somehow made you feel guilty for not trusting him. It's been a few days, and you’ve been alright as rain under his sheltering. He certainly had been as sweet as the boy you first met, but you still couldn’t let his words disregard the facts. Jungwon had kidnapped you and never intended on letting you go. He lured you in like a fish in water, and you took the bait. Trying to avoid asking him what he wanted to know, as that would be yet another question on your behalf, you confessed, saying: "Whatever the question may be, I promise to answer you truthfully this time. I’m sorry for lying to you about certain things in the past."
You looked so submissive in Jungwon’s eyes while situated in his lap with your legs wrapped around him, his greedy hands left to explore your soft skin and every curve of your anxious body. You regained some ability to maintain eye contact with him while you awaited his question, your docile doe eyes opening a gate to Jungwon’s wildest fantasies of you, as your two hearts were the only beats present in this lonely field. You noticed Jungwon’s previously innocent aura falter into a darker, more lustful one upon feeling the sensation of his length growing harder beneath you. Your eyes fell to his lap and widened at the sight of his bulge.
"Jungwo-" he stopped you mid-sentence by taking your chin in his free hand, forcing you to meet his eyes. He remembered your previous confession of dishonesty regarding your past interactions with him, inspiring a catalog of questions he wanted to ask you before settling on the one most important to him.
"____," he sighed, feeling his body tingle all over at the mere contact with your now goosebump-bathed skin. This state had you both scared for different reasons. For him, it was the closeness of the moment—an obedient you cradled in his embrace like he’d always dreamed of. For you, it was also the closeness, coupled with the sight of an obsessed and hungry Jungwon biting back every will in his body to ravish you on the spot. The dainty meal he had prepared was long forgotten, likely to be left to insects and other wild life to feast upon in the meantime. He smoothed the tiny bumps on your nervous arm with a hard hand, hoping to ease your apparent nerves that only grew with the delay of his question.
"Were you lying to me when you said you weren’t a virgin?"
The question caused a pit to form in your stomach. It was written all over your face. However, as in most cases, Jungwon was more concerned with your answer than how his question made you feel. The fact that he was already hard just made the situation even more painful. He seemed to be patient for your response, but you didn’t want to push your luck and forced yourself to answer, but only with a soft mumble.
"Yes, I- I'm a virgin," you regretfully admitted, looking away from his face again, feeling some sort of strange shame. Silence filled the air as you awaited a sentence from Jungwon that never came. Only his pouty lips linked with yours, not exactly according to the way you previously would’ve preferred your first kiss with him to be, and certainly not under such circumstances. You instinctively pulled away in disgust, but luckily, with him being caught up in his own delusions, he saw your resistance to his kiss as a break for air. Suddenly, the dreamy boy you met in the cafe lost all of his charm, looking no different from a casual pervert.
"You’re mine. From the moment I saw you, I fucking knew your soul belonged to me. It’s hard to believe a beautiful girl like you is so intimately pure." He laved at his own lips, trying to steady his breathing.
"Were you waiting for me? Love?"
You struggled in his grip, senselessly trying to get away from him, knowing that you wouldn’t get very far.
"What is it, _____? I thought you loved me," his voice cracked, almost in a confused cry.
"Eugh!" you squirmed as he held you tighter.
"You can’t force me to love you back!"
That comment stung like a needle in his heart.
"Force you? So you lied to me. Again?"
"I can learn to love you, Jungwon! Just not like this!" You pleaded with him, your eyes beginning to well with tears. Though his despair soon returned to its original lustful desires. He pushed you off of his lap and pinned you by your hands to the picnic mat, your arms framing your head so gracefully.
"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this—to be so close to you that we’re breathing each other’s air," he confessed in between a trail of wet kisses, his sugary pink saliva glistening on your neck and collarbone under the sunlight peeking through the trees. He hungrily nibbled on your exposed skin, causing a moan to erupt from your throat unintentionally. The vibrations from your throat tantalized his lips, forcing a low grunt from him as he smirked against your flesh, the once-uncomfortable nips turning into painful pinches. His hand focused on kneading your hip before gripping your waist, the other curiously hovering over one of your breasts before taking hold of it like his life depended on it.
"Please, Jungwon-ah," you whimpered, your tears still too shy to fully come out, or perhaps it was the newfound anger and hate you’d developed for him that hindered your tears from flowing. He stopped his ministrations to your neck and chest momentarily, his elbows caging you beneath him. He stared at you with an uncanny fondness, thinking to himself how much he’d like to force those bashful tears out of your eyes with his greedy dick alone.
"Shh, my flower... You have nothing to be afraid of. You’re safe here with me," he said in a soft voice, causing you to spiral in your head, a thick tear finally daring to tip over the damp edge of your lower eyelid. His eyes followed the tear, sliding down your cheeks before resting in the crook of your chest. He dove down to catch the liquid with his tongue, but was halted by a harsh slap planted right across his face. ‘Why did I do that?’ you thought to yourself.
"You little bitch," he cursed, flipping you on your stomach and restraining your movements with much greater success than before. He unzipped his pants and pressed his hardness on your back, leaning close enough to your ear so you could hear the sick nothings he whispered to you.
"Do you feel that, love? That’s how much power you have over me. My manhood has always been my weakest member. It submits to you in ways I both love and hate. But I have control over your entire body, and don’t you ever fucking forget that," he ordered, sitting on your legs as he hurriedly stammered to remove your clothing. You knew that at this point, fighting wouldn’t help you, but the haste with which your clothes were flying off your body only added fuel to your rage. You felt foolish, used, and soon to be abused under his tight grip. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and you damned yourself for not seeing it any sooner. A cacophony of thoughts ran through your head, making you feel much more than half-crazy. You wanted to cry, and you did. You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. The only sound that escaped your mouth was a weak, raspy sentence:
"I’m not a flower, Jungwon."
He stopped abruptly, staring at your bare and bruised figure beneath him, glistening in a sheen of sweat. Your rebuttal rang true in his ears, and he said to himself, yes, you were indeed far from a flower. For now, that is. His aggressive demeanor switched to that of a more calm and understanding one. He leaned down to gently peck an appealing corner of your neck that he had previously marked, a cherry red hue rising to the surface of your skin. He then trailed a finger down your spine, saying something that you didn’t know was either to you or himself.
"Why didn’t I think of that before? Every flower ought to have petals." You were very confused yet grateful that the abuse didn’t go any further, with Jungwon leaping off of your tired body and running off to his personal shed, leaving a naked, crying you sprawled upon the checkered picnic mat alone under the sun. The once tasty delights had become the second most disgusting thing in the dreaded garden, with Jungwon placing first.
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✎ ᴀ/ɴ: in no way, shape, or form does this fanfic intend to romanticize unhealthy relationships or abusive behaviors. i simply write for entertainment and creative purposes. thus, reader discretion is always advised.
☆ ᴘ.ꜱ: this is my first fanfic, so i really hope you all enjoyed this short story! if it seems like i got a little carried away with myself here, it’s because i originally wrote this idea about someone else but changed my mind last minute haha… feel free to put in any requests for future works and provide feedback! love always <3
smut, forbidden relationship trope, sunghoon threatens a bouncer (he’s kind of an asshole) mention of weed and alcohol, reader + hoon fight for dominance (he wins), foreplay in the form of a lap dance, praise kink, unprotected sex, riding, one night stand, not fully proof read
Disclaimer: this is purely fiction and the way I portray the idol in this fic is not at all how I view him or how you should view him. This is strictly for entertainment purposes.
Synopsis:
The Club you work at has a strict policy prohibiting sexual relationships between clients and dancers..but Park Sunghoon isn’t really a client. He’s the devil on your shoulder that whispers “fuck the rules” in your ear.
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The frown on Sunghoon’s face was so deep that it was beginning to make lines in his forehead. “Good God, fix your face.” Jay teased eyeing his friends scowl.
“Fix your brain. We just touched down two hours ago and you all wanna go to a fucking club?” He hissed. He could barely hold his eyelids open and jet lag was starting to take over his body.
“Who’s big idea was this anyway..” he mumbled. Jake jumps on the bed unceremoniously, swinging an arm around Sunghoon’s broad shoulders. “Mine of course. I’m fucking brilliant aren’t I?”
Heeseung sighs tiredly from the corner of the room, pinching the bridge of his nose because his members had been bickering for the last ten minutes. “Can we stop with the swearing? You’re supposed to be making an example.” Heeseung gestures to the agitated niki sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I’m more worried about the fact that y’all are leaving me behind” he says bitterly. Jake pats him on the back and pouts mockingly, laughing when niki swats his hand away. “Sorry kid. Maybe next time?”
“Honestly Sunghoon it’s not that bad. We’ll be back before you know it…and you look like you could use a drink.” Jay reasons.
Realizing that he wasn’t getting out of this, he gives up on arguing. “Whatever. I hope you know I’m getting fucking wasted.” He says.
Jake all but dances in excitement, slapping Sunghoon’s arm.
“See? That’s the spirit!”
Sunghoon could feel every beat of the song playing and as they entered the club, almost as if the bass was shaking his bones. Maybe it was because he didn’t really want to be there, but he could already feel a headache coming on.
“What should we do first?” Sunoo asked looking around cluelessly and Sunghoon felt himself cracking a smile. Sunoo was not in his element at all appearing as though he had no idea what to do with himself. Sunghoon shrugged taking a few steps back as he begins to leave the group. “I don’t know about you, but me? I’m going to go drink myself to death.” He hears Jay’s voice faintly over the rap song playing but his words don’t really register.
“Don’t do anything stupid!”
But an hour later, and It was already too late for that. Sunghoon had gotten stupid drunk. He only thought to slow down when he got to his 6th shot of hard liquor and missed his mouth, alcohol dribbling down his chin. After leaving the bar he had taken time to himself to explore the club, gravitating to the large crowd that had gathered. When he finally got close enough to see what all the commotion was about, he realized that this wasn’t just a regular club where people come to get drunk or high and then dance terribly. This was a strip club, and he had just stumbled across the next stage. He was never particularly interested in strip clubs. Something about throwing money at practically naked girls just didn’t really excite him. He turns around to make his way out of the thick crowd but something stops him dead in his tracks.
‘Is that…our song?’
He doesn’t need to ask. He knows his own music when he hears it but…this can’t possibly be happening. He’s at a strip club and they’re playing his fucking music? His first thought is that he needs to leave, immediately and alert the boys before they get caught at a strip club. The tabloids would have a field day…
But he doesn’t make any moves to leave. One of the many telltale signs of intoxication—Impaired judgment. If Sunghoon had been the slightest bit sober then maybe things would’ve been different. Only he wasn’t sober, and his head was buzzing as he squinted in the darkness trying to make out his surroundings. If he couldn’t see, then at least no one could see him, right?
A glimmering spotlight shines on the stage and he blinks a few times as his eyes adjust to the light, focusing on a figure. All he can see is a silhouette, clearly belonging to a woman. Her walk was sexy and graceful as if being carried by clouds, her hips swaying to the melody of his song.
“No fucking way..” Sunghoon breathes exasperated.
A silhouette was all it took to captivate Park Sunghoon. By now he had made out a few of her features as she performed. The haughty smirk on her glossed up lips as she danced.
How shamelessly she loved the attention she was getting, as though she knew she was the shit.
The burning passion in her eyes as she wrapped her flexible body around the pole.
Her delicate hands that could barely wrap around the pole.
And last but not least—those fucking heels.
Eventually the song ended and the spotlight dimmed. When the light came back on she was gone, just as quickly as she had came.
‘Who is she?’
Sunghoon isn’t really sure why he’s asking. He just has to know. Has to see her again. The speed with which he forces his way through the crowd is a bit rude, but he’s a man on a mission.
He ignores the multiple signs that warn against trespassing, making his way down a long corridor where he encounters a man wearing a shirt that says security. He looks confused at the sight of Sunghoon. “
“You’re not supposed to be back here, didn’t you see the no trespassing sign?”
Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “I ignored them. The same way you’re going to ignore seeing me.”
The man laughs dryly, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“You need to get lost man. Why the fuck would I do that?”
Sunghoon steps closer, and leans closer as though he’s not already towering over the poor guy.
“Do you know who I am? I’ll ruin your life if you don’t”
The guard was well aware of who Sunghoon was, and his gaze faltered as he reluctantly unhooked the velvet rope leading to the back room.
“Alright man, chill. I have a family.”
Sunghoon stares blankly at the man, the alcohol running through his bloodstream making him seemingly incapable of feeling remorse for threatening someone.
“Tell anyone I was here and the outcome will be catastrophic.”
He doesn’t wait for a response before walking towards the back room. Instead of a door there’s a beaded curtain so he knocks four times on the door frame, hearing the chatter of at least three female voices come to silence before someone says “come in”
Sunghoon parts the beaded curtain, walking into the dressing room where six pairs of eyes were immediately stuck on him as murmurs of confusion spread.
“Who is that?”
“Is he the new manager?”
“He’s not wearing a name tag..”
“Who cares he’s hot”
Sunghoon chooses to ignore all the chatter.
“I’m looking for someone actually..the girl who was just on stage a moment ago?”
The women exchange knowing looks, a few of them looking visibly disappointed. A woman with long blonde hair points to the door at the back of the room. “Y/n. Down the hallway, second door on the left.”
Sunghoon smiles slightly in gratuity, nodding before he’s on his way out of the perfume scented room.
“That lucky bitch” he hears faintly as the dancers go back to gossiping when he leaves.
Sunghoon sobers up slightly upon arrival at your door, a small amount of nausea settling in his stomach as he raises his hand to knock. How would you react? Would you think he’s a creep? Or what if—
The door swings open and a short figure crashes into his chest, pulling him out of his daze. His hand drops down to his side as he stares at you. The look on your face is one of surprise, your arched eyebrows quirked up in confusion as you stare at the silent male in front of you. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to run into you.”
“Uh..you sure? It’s pretty hard to get back here with all the security…and you’re not dressed like a security guard.”
Your pretty eyes look Sunghoon up and down before locking gazes with him and that’s when he decides to get a hold of himself and stop babbling nonsense.
“Right. What I meant to say was, I saw you on stage.”
A light comes on in your eyes when Sunghoon brings up your performance and a smile spreads across your face. You’re so expressive..Sunghoon wants to see what other faces you can make.
“Did you like it? I’ve never seen you around here so you must be new. How’d I do?”
Sunghoon shakes his head in disbelief almost as though reliving how it felt to watch you dance.
“You were amazing. I’ve never seen anyone move the way you do.”
His words were sincere and you felt bashful all of the sudden, looking down at your heeled feet as a tension between you and him became prevalent.
“Well thank you. That’s very kind of you.”
Sunghoon could feel a light throb in his length when you looked up at him from underneath your eyelashes.
“I should really get going though, the girls are waiting-“
Sunghoon blocks your exit when you take a step forward to leave and you quirk you’re eyebrow at him yet again.
“That was my song you were dancing to. I don’t know why, but I have to see it again.”
“Ah” you nod. “Thought you looked familiar. Look, I don’t do private shows anymore. My clients have to book.” You move to leave again only for him to put his other hand up to block you.
“I’m not a client. I swear you won’t ever have to see me again after this. I just— dance for me. please?”
Your eyes flicker to his pretty lips, observing how their puckered in a small pout as you deny him.
“You’re pretty when you beg.” You pull him into your dressing room by the collar of his button up shirt, kicking the door closed behind him. The smug look on his face would piss you off if he wasn’t so damn fine.
“Don’t look so pleased with yourself. I don’t even wanna know what you did to get past my security.”
Sunghoon nods, raising his hands in defense. “I won’t tell you then.”
You scoff, pulling the chair away from your vanity mirror and dragging it to the center of the room.
“Sit”
Doing as he’s told, sunghoon loosens the tie around his neck as he watches you. You have the same elegance in your step that you did on stage as you untie your hair from the updo it was in, curls falling and framing your face in the most effortlessly sexy way before you turn away from him, tapping something once on your phone.
It’s then when Sunghoon realizes that your dressing room has built in surround sound speakers. This must be where you practice those sinful ass moves. The look in his eyes as you slowly strut towards him is nothing but unadulterated lust. It’s the same routine from earlier but nothing compares to having you dance solely for him. He can feel his skin burning up under his clothes as you walk behind him, small hands on his broad shoulders before their trailing down his chest over his sensitive nipples and before he can even finish hissing in pleasure, your touch is gone. Everything from the bass of his own song in his ears to the sound of your heels clicking on the marble floor was stimulating his senses. You flip your hair out of your face, tilting his chin up to look at you before sitting on his lap like it was rightfully yours. Your back was pressed to his chest and you leaned your head back on his shoulder, running your hands through his black hair as you grinded your ass against him.
“Fuck” he muttered, head thrown back as his hands flew to your hips, holding you there tightly.
“Did I say you could touch me?” You ask half heartedly, trying to maintain your control of the situation. His breathless curses and the way he wasn’t treating you like you were going to break if he held you too hard was starting to make your mind fog up.
“You didn’t have to. Can feel how wet you are for me under this slutty dress” his hands steadily trailed up your smooth thighs, giving you ample time to stop him if this wasn’t what you wanted.
“Tell me I’m wrong.” He smirks as you spread your legs for him. “You’re wrong.” You lie sarcastically, knowing it was riling him up. You gasp when he wraps the ends of your hair around his fist, yanking your head back.
“Lying takes you to hell princess.”
If Sunghoon was more sober then he’d assume the way you were giggling at him meant you were fucking mental.
“You’re taking me there anyway, aren’t you?”
You weren’t wrong. The way Sunghoon had you falling apart on his cock was simply too sinful to be forgiven. Your back was forced into a deep arch as he bent you over your vanity, makeup brushes rolling and clattering to the ground as he delivered stroke after stroke, knocking the wooden dresser into the wall. Your mouth was hung open in a moan that seemed like it would never end as his hard cock dragged against your wet walls, able to feel every vein. “S-Sunghoon, Fuuuuck! Slow—down!” You could hardly breathe in time with his thrusts, and if you were being completely honest the way he was fucking you was worth asphyxiating for.
“Pussy’s too good for me to do that baby.” He denied you, continuing his brutal pace as he watched your breasts bounce in the mirror. The thin straps of your gold dress had fallen down your shoulders and hickies littered your skin, a thin sheen of sweat covering you. His button down shirt was open down the middle and the button scattered to multiple areas of the room after you had ripped it open in your desperation. His pants had been kicked off somewhere, and well his boxers? You would be keeping those. Not like he would notice them missing anyways. Sunghoon pulls you up by your hair, something he had grown fond of and guided you back over to the chair where you had started. He sat down, and you all but screamed when you felt him slip even deeper into you, heavy balls pressed up to your clit in the most delicious way.
“Grind on me just like you did earlier and don’t stop until your cum is dripping off of this fucking chair.” He ordered and you rested your hands on his knees as you used the leverage to lift your hips, slamming your ass back down as you fucked him like your life depended on it. Every time you rose up off him he could see how much your pussy was stretching to accommodate his size. You were truly perfect in every way. “Shit, just like that. Fuck me just like that” he groaned with his lip painfully trapped between his teeth as he landed slap after slap on your ass. You still found time to be slick with him even as your thighs burned with fatigue and you trembled in his hold. “Like this? You sure you don’t want me to go slower?” You slowed down purposely, feeling his dick throb angrily at the change in pace. His big hand was on your throat in no time, applying just the right amount of pressure to put you in your place.
“Still think you’re in control? My dick must be making you delirious.”
You couldn’t argue with him, already feeling your high coming. You reached back and gripped his bicep in an attempt to ground yourself as the knot in your stomach tied itself tighter. “I got you, I’m right here. Just let it go.”
Sunghoon held you securely making sure you didn’t hurt yourself as your orgasm came, making you shake violently on his cock as you milked him for everything he had. “Fuck you’re so—tight, I’m gonna fucking bust” He was out of you in no time, pumping his fist over his hard dick quickly, spurt after spurt of thick white splattering on your sore ass messily.
Like the gentleman he was, Sunghoon let you sit down in the chair to give your wobbly legs a break. Only he wasn’t being very gentlemanly with the smug look he was giving you. “Get out of my room” you say flatly and he laughs at your unamused face. “I just fucked you so good you can’t walk normally, and now your kicking me to the curb? Ouch babe.”
You stand up and take a few steps to your vanity to grab the pack of wet wipes in the drawer. “Don’t let it go to your head, I can walk normally.” You say as you wipe his sticky release off of your skin, throwing them at him and laughing at the way he clumsily catches them. “If that’s ‘normal’ to you then you have bigger things to worry about than my ego.”
You both smile at each other as you slip the straps of your dress back over your shoulders and he buckled his pants back up. “Sorry about your shirt.” You say to clear the silence and he shrugs. “Don’t be.”
“I guess this is goodbye then?” You ask. You ignored the bitterness the question left in your mouth knowing there was nothing that could be done. This is what happens when you sleep with an idol.
“I’m afraid so.” Sunghoon leans down and kisses you one last time, the only innocent kiss the two of you would share, brushing a stray hair out of your face before leaving through the same door he came through. You have not a single trace of him being there besides the satiety between your thighs. And a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs that just like you suspected, he didn’t notice missing.
But wait.
Where the fuck are your underwear?
“That motherfucker.” You huff in defeat as a smug Park Sunghoon walks down the hallway with your black thong in his pocket.
genre. best friends brother AU, smut smut smut, M/F, one shot
warnings. horror film references, dom sunghoon, oral, sensory deprivation, degradation, choking, spitting, biting, rough unprotected sex. minors DNI.
wc. 4600
now playing. Freak//Doja Cat
“What’s your brother been up to? Haven’t seen him around lately.”
Your best friend clicks her tongue from across the room, long hair flipping away from her shoulders as she snaps to glare at you. “Have you been looking?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sitting up on her bed you return the glare, playfully of course.
“Can’t believe how obsessed you are with my brother.” She scoffs, returning to blend her blush. “You won’t believe it, but he got a summer job.”
“I’m not obsessed with him.” You sigh, flipping through one of the numerous Cosmopolitan issues she has collected. Flipping the corner of a page down with an article discussing exploring new kinks.
“Sunghoon wouldn’t even know what to do with you.” She says, detangling her hair to braid pigtails. “I’m convinced he’s never felt the touch of a woman in his life.”
“He’s harmless, don’t be so mean to him.” Casually scanning the article, you mentally disagree; even if Sunghoon’s more the quiet, stand-offish and observant type, your gut had a feeling he’d know exactly what to do with you. “Where’s he working?”
She snorts, turning to face you. “That’s the best part, little freak got a job at that horror museum downtown. I swear he jumped and kicked his ankles together mid-air when he got the call back.”
“Oh I bet, he loves horror movies.”
She pulls a disgusted face, shaking her head at you. “The way you can list off facts about my brother like some type of Wikipedia page needs to be studied.”
“Shut up.”
She winks, sticking out her tongue before returning to glamming herself up; shooting you a wink. “Freak.”
Summer moves slow without your usual daily excitement of catching sneaky glimpses of your crush.
It’s not like you’re obsessed or anything, it’s also not like you purposely aligned your class schedules to match your best friends for a reasonable excuse to study together for any reason other than working better with assistance. Has nothing to do with knowing she’d prefer to study at her house, where her brother conveniently always is; because as she mutters under her breath ‘he’s such a loser.’
Nothing at all to do with the fact that he was working on remodeling his car the last few months. Definitely not suggesting to study at the kitchen table to be able to admire Sunghoon coming inside covered in car oil and sweat, quietly chugging down water near the fridge while inconspicuously glancing in your direction.
Plans of hanging around all summer to seduce your best friend’s brother seemed to be on pause now, unsure what your plan even is to begin with anyway. How hard could it be? If rumors have any truth then Sunghoon should be groveling at your feet for a chance.. not that he is, yet.
“Oh Hoon’s bringing the new Scream movie later.” Your friend interrupts your silent scheming, tapping at her phone. “Didn’t you want to watch that?”
“Huh? Oh..” checking the time you note it’s getting late. “Like, when?”
“He just left work,” she nods, locking her phone. “Stay over, we’ll have a horror movie slumber party like old times.”
“Is he gonna watch with us?” You ask, sinking lower against her headboard. She mocks a gagging sound, rolling her eyes.
“Yes, probably.” Getting up she grabs extra clothes for you, motioning to her closet if you need anything else. “Gonna shower real quick if you want to head down and start up some snacks, I want popcorn.”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
Sunghoon works late, you think to yourself, peering through kitchen cabinets for snacks he could also want to munch on. Luckily, they are always stocked up with food for the weekends when their parents typically leave town to spend nights visiting other cities now that their kids are old enough to take care of themselves. They made sure to have all types of ramen, chips, candies and popcorn ordered before their weekly summer vacation.
“Extra butter,” you mindlessly mumble, reaching higher up for a box of microwave popcorn.
“What are you doing here?”
Sunghoon’s deep voice has you jumping, clutching at your chest and snapping around to grip onto the counter. Heart pounding fast as you look up to see him standing there with one eyebrow raised.
“Oh my God when…” you sigh, fixing your hair quickly. “I didn’t hear you come in..”
Sunghoon smirks, reaching to grab a handful of chips from the tray of food you’ve set up. “Nice PJs.”
“They’re your sisters..” you mumble shyly, returning to reach for the extra butter popcorn.
“You staying over or something?” Sunghoon sounds bored, monotone even as he chomps down chips. Standing on your toes you swat at the top shelf, keeping yourself steady with one hand as your fingers graze the box of popcorn.
His tongue clicks from behind you, striding up swiftly to reach over your head and grab the box easily. It’s a quick moment but his lower half presses flush to your backside long enough to feel the heat between his thighs mold between your buttcheeks. The cold from his chest meeting the warmth of your back simultaneously, groin heavy where it nestles between you.
Taking a step back after a minute of swatting for the box, Sunghoon swallows and licks at his upper lip, setting the popcorn down near your arm. “That’s my popcorn.”
“Oh..” calming yourself, you take a deep breath, shifting to turn and press against the counter when you realize how close he still is. “Sorry, I was getting snacks to watch the movie..”
His eyebrows furrow in question, eyes lowering to scan over your figure, quick enough that if you blink you’d miss it. “You like Scream?”
“What? Of course I do, who doesn’t??”
Sunghoon shrugs, not bothering to move away more, outside chilly air still clinging to his body. “A lot of people don’t like horror films. Which ones your favorite?”
“Uhm..” he’s looking at you apprehensively, waiting to judge your answer. “Nothing tops the original.”
He nods, bottom lip jutting forward seemingly pleased. “Reviews have said this ones really good, I mean.. how many times can they reinvent a new ghost face killer?”
He steps back a bit, as if ready to turn around and drop the conversation, slowly turning to the side cocking an eyebrow at you. “Say.. what’s your favorite scary movie?”
“Like, of all time?” Twisting your legs together nervously you grip at the counter ledge behind you, he hums and nods for you to continue. “Uhm, I guess it’d have to be the original Halloween.” You shrug, noting his surprise. “..but as far as more recent goes, Midsommar is a masterpiece.”
Sunghoon laughs a bit, reaching inside his pocket to pull out a ghost face mask, finger gliding over the white plastic to avoid your gaze. “I preferred Hereditary personally but..”
Taking a step back he continues to nod. “Good choices.” He winks, leaving the kitchen with one plate of snacks in hand before you’re able to respond. The deep breath of air you let out near deflates you, rushing to the bathroom to look over yourself and check your breath before following after him.
“What’s taking so long!” Your friend calls out from the living room, startling you again as you scramble to fill a bowl with popcorn.
“One second!” Rushing out with a bowl and drinks you come to a halt seeing your best friend spread out comfortably on the smaller couch leaving you left with no choice but to sit next to Sunghoon, his hooded gaze slowly lifts up, tucking his lips in to hide a smile.
“Uhm..”
“You don’t mind right? Need to stretch my legs so badly.” She pouts, blinking innocently and wiggling her feet under a blanket.
“Oh yeah..” gulping, you lower down to sit by her brother, clearing your throat as you settle back and attempt to get comfortable.
He’s changed out of his work clothes, white t-shirt baggy on his chest but fitted on his thick biceps, gray sweats draw your attention lower; fast to avert your gaze away when you catch a glimpse of an outline lifting the material up between his thighs.
“Press play.” Your friend mumbles, phone in hand immersed with her daily lurking, having to go through all of her boyfriend's socials to make sure he’s only up to good.
Sunghoon leans back further, easing into a more comfortable position with one arm resting on the couch behind you. The room is mostly dark aside from the TV light, illuminating his side profile and milky skin tone all the more, biting down on his lower lip as the movie begins, drawing you back to reality, realizing you’ve been staring for too long.
Eyes shift your way curiously, nodding to acknowledge you. “You a screamer?” He whispers, just enough for you to hear.
“What?” Surprised by his question, you pull up your legs onto the couch, Sunghoon using the chance to scoot closer to you and speak into your ear.
“You scream when you’re scared?” He asks, a heavy husky tone shooting chills down your spine, eyes rolling off to the side.
“Uh, no, I don’t really get scared.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Huh?” He straightens out, gaze fixated back on the TV ignoring your confusion. The first scene plays out, a blond woman on her phone staring down an alleyway.
“Ah, don’t go in there.” He smiles by your side, speaking softly only to you. “Has she never seen the Stab films?”
Half distracted by his commentary, you jump a bit as the volume rises and the actress on screen proceeds to get stabbed repeatedly by ghost face, shocking you enough to turn your face away and inadvertently hide in Sunghoon’s shoulder. He bounces under you, chuckling and leaning in closer to wrap an arm around your back. “What happened to not really getting scared?”
“Caught me off guard..”
“You have nothing to be scared of.” He smirks, pressing close enough to your ear for his lips to brush against your lobe. “I’ll protect you from the boogeyman.”
Sunghoon stays close to you throughout the duration of the film, adding little snarky remarks every time another character falls victim to the killer's plan. “Amateurs, you’d think this entire franchise wasn’t built around the premise of the scary movie cliches.”
Half focused on the movie, you adjust to rest more of your weight against his side, forehead nuzzling into the column of his throat, occasionally squealing and playing into a more helpless damsel in distress to earn extra squeezes around your arm.
“What would you do if I wasn’t here to keep you safe huh?” He chides, peering toward his sister half asleep on the other couch. “Probably scream until your lungs burst.”
“I’m not a screamer..” you whisper, tilting your head to keep your chin held up on his broad shoulder. “Unless you want me to be.”
“Oh yeah?” He asks coyly, movie forgotten as he dips in to whisper near your mouth. “Want me to make you scream? You wanna play psycho killer with me?” The hidden connotation behind his words has your thighs shifting together, aching between with anticipation.
“Are you the killer?” You question, shifting to whisper into his ear. “Please don’t kill me, I wanna be in the sequel.”
Sunghoon leans into your ear, eyes skirting across to make sure his sister still hasn’t moved. “I’m gonna go use the bathroom.”
He gets up quickly, glancing at you over his shoulder in a way that implies more without saying anything. After waiting for a few minutes and sitting uncomfortably, squirming in place to appease the wet heat between your thighs; you move ever so gingerly as to not make a sound. The TV volume assists in masking your footsteps leading out into the hallway in search of the bathroom.
“Hoon?” You call out quietly, cursing under your breath at how dark it is, only a bit of moonlight breaking through from the small window at the end of the hall. The bathroom doors half open where you stop to peak inside. Creaking sounds with every step you take, reaching for the door handle to push it fully open. “Who’s there? Sungho—“
Large palms engulf your throat and mouth before you can scream, clasped across your face, a raspy breathy voice cooing against your ear to hush. “Don’t scream, it’s me.”
Without loosening his hold, he knocks against the backs of your knees to press you up against the nearest wall, sharp canines finding the shell of your ear to nibble at. “Don’t be too loud or you’ll wake her up.”
Releasing your neck, his thick fingers smooth down your chest, squeezing one of your breasts along the way, cleaned up nails trailing down to the front of your shorts. “Rule number 1- you should never ask ‘who’s there?’. Don’t you watch scary movies? It’s a deathwish.”
The lines familiar, said in a low toe curling tone meant to instill fear in you. Shoving past the elastic waistband keeping your shorts held up, he cups over your core, a rumbling pleased sound escaping his throat. “Were you planning this? Readying yourself to fuck your best friend’s brother?”
He smacks against your bare cunt, fingers sweeping between your folds as you jerk forward, groaning beneath his hand, jagged edges of his fingernails digging into your cheek.
“I asked you something.” Pointed eye-teeth scrape along your jugular, licking at the small indentations left behind.
“Yes..”
Sunghoon chuckles darkly on your skin, his nose scrunching up against your cheek as fingers work to spread your arousal around, smearing the mess of wetness around your middle. “What a slut.”
“N-no!”
“Shh shh, not too loud now, don’t wanna ruin our fun.” Plump pink lips litter up and down your throat, his free hand lifting up to grip your chin and force your neck to twist more. “Wanna get fucked so bad don’t you?”
Dim lighting streaks across his heated hooded gaze, nodding your head for you as he dips lower to circle your entrance. Sunghoon’s touch isn’t gentle in the least, instantly slapping your cunt in rapid succession forcing your knees to lock together with a pained yelp, the sound of your wetness splashing against the collision adding more heat in your chest. Whimpering down embarrassed little moans the more he continues to land against your core, wet arousal even reaching far enough to make a mess of the wall your lower half arches against.
“Hoon.. f-fuck.”
“I said shut the fuck up.” He grits, other hand clasping over your mouth before you’re able to let out a shocked fear filled sound. Sunghoon pinches your clit between two digits, panting against your ear as he continues to babble nonsense. “Such a helpless victim, just begging to get caught. You like this, huh? A little fear, getting snatched up and fucked until you cry, groveling for mercy. Will you beg for it?”
He emphasizes by rolling against your bare backside, pajama shorts dropping down to your ankles leaving you exposed to be used and taken advantage of, the idea of Sunghoon hiding in dark corners waiting for you to pass by with a head full of air, drag you by your limbs into a closet and ruin you sets your stomach on fire. Jerking back and forth, you work against his fingers pinching and rolling your clit deliciously, each press of calloused finger pads nudging against a different bundle of nerves. The sensations shooting down to your toes lifting off the floor causing you to squirm back into his hardened length even more.
“What a nasty little whore,” he growls, restricting your head to the side with an unrelenting hold on your mouth, teeth finding a lifted pulsating vein easily due to your excitement. “What would my sister say? Knowing what a slut her best friend is, always hanging out here batting your big puppy eyes at me. Squishing your tits together like I won’t notice.”
Sunghoon laughs against your throat, fingers gliding down between your labia folds to circle your entrance. The amount of wetness pouring out slipping his digits through a mess dribbling down your inner thighs. “Fuck, so wet for me, you want this so bad don’t you? Always coming out to the garage to bother me, bending over the hood of my car asking stupid questions just to show off your fat little ass. Been dreaming about this haven’t you?”
Each filthy incriminating thing he says has your eyes rolling back, neck arched into an awkward stretch the more he keeps you held in place to lick and suck at hot bits of flesh lining your throat, leaving marks behind with every sink of his teeth. The sharp points burn as they bury in hard enough to create indentations, hissing behind the suffocating palm keeping your screams trapped.
Twisting your neck again, his palm falls to your neck tightening around as his lips hungrily devour your parted open pout, tonguing his way in easily. Each gasp you struggle to get out swallowed down by his domineering lips easily taking full control of the kiss with more of a choking squeeze around your neck. “Keep your pretty mouth open for me.”
Two fingers tease at your hole as he presses the back of your head to his shoulder more, the position leaving you vulnerable at his will, mouth dropped open gazing up at him with glossy eyes. Sunghoon’s lips purse together over yours, tongue swishing around collecting a wad of saliva, the first glimpse of shiny clear spit exiting his lips has you choking for air even more. Already struggling to breathe as he slowly spills drool onto your tongue, fingers pushing past the resistance of your tight hole as his spit collects at the back of your throat with yours urging you to gurgle and cough for air.
“Fucking disgusting, such a pretty little thing, nasty cock whore.” He grunts, biting your bottom lip roughly, teeth knocking into yours. “Swallow.”
Patting the middle of your throat, he sneers sadistically, enjoying the first batch of fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Fingers thrusting in and out of you without falter, the width of his palm colliding with your clit the more he works to stretch you out around his digits. Not that it matters much, he could care less if you cry because it hurts.
Sunghoon waits for your throat to bob under his palm, sliding out of you and blurring over your clit with more strength, muscles pronounced with each motion even in the dark. He sinks down leaving you to rest your face on the wall, using the opportune moment to compose yourself and fill your lungs. Sniffling away the tears now making their way past your chin, ending their journey down to your breasts.
“Remember what I said.” Sunghoon’s palms land heavy on your ass, a string of curses following under his breath. Long fingers knead and squeeze, pulling your cheeks apart to fully expose both of your holes. “Don’t wanna get caught..”
He dips in keeping you held open, the tip of his nose grazing between the crevice of your ass, lips dragging across your rim. “Or do you?”
The cry you let out disappears into the wall, lifting a hand to bite down on as your other supports you from melting down to your knees. Sunghoon’s ears clog up with muddled heat, his sole focus turning to your holes winking at him enticingly, each one barely opening even as his tongue swipes between both nastily. He murmurs below you, shaking the meat of your ass against his face to further drown in your aroused scent. The warmth radiating from between your thighs dizzying him to a brainless empty-headed mess.
“Hoon..”
He swipes up and down repeatedly, wetness covering him forehead to chin the more he teases and flicks at your holes. Muffling your own moans, you twist to watch his face of pure ecstasy, half lost between your ass as he pushes in to curl his tongue through the tight ring of your rim. Everything about it sets your back rigged, from his long black eyelashes laid out on his high cheekbones, to the pleasured wrinkle that’s formed between his perfect eyebrows. Raspy groans accompany the slide of his tongue, endlessly digging his strong hands into your asscheeks, firm enough for it to sting.
Sunghoon blinks up meeting your gaze, unhinging his jaw more to swoop past the skin separating your core and rim. Tongue tickling at your slick hole without breaking his focus on your heated face. He finally laps at your entrance akin to a dehydrated animal, slurping the slop of wetness out of your hole with his lips latched around you.
“Oh fuck.” You croon, biting down harder on the inside of your fingers. Cheeks streaked with overwhelmed tears by now, shoving your butt back against his nose to ride each clean sweep of his tongue collecting your wet desire.
Sunghoon shoves in, the thick wet of his tongue combining with the slick coating your walls adding an extra slip for him to push all the way in; out of breath the more you rock down burying his nose into your rim. All of it downright disgusting. The thought of being too loud and getting caught has you rolling down faster, fucking his tongue in and out of your hole in chase of relief.
Seeming to catch on, he slaps your hips, gripping mounds of meat roughly to jiggle and urge you to set your weight down on his face. Skin gone near completely red, Sunghoon gazes up at you with blazed out eyes, a vein rippling down the center of his forehead the more he struggles to breathe. All of it sends you over the edge right as his biceps wrap around your thighs and he pulls away to spit at your hole. The sick trickle of it has you jerking, eyes rolling up and slapping the wall as a flash of blank minded heat washes down from your skull to your toes.
Sunghoon gasps under the drench of arousal spouting from your cunt, pinching nerves throbbing at the sides of his forehead quickly relieved to receive oxygen again. The thought of dying between your thighs with a happy smile on his face amusing him.
Moving back up to stand, he loops your waist with one arm, using the other to free his engorged girth from the confines of his boxers, shoving them down past his balls with the waistband of his sweats.
Sunghoon’s fast to stroke himself, pinching at the head of his length to calm his need to cum already; the tight suction of your cunt around his tongue had him ready to soil himself, cock jumping between his thighs with each trickle of your wetness gliding down his throat. He squeezes at the base for a minute or two, smacking the meat of his length down on just below the dip where your lower back meets your ass. “Want it?”
The sound of his cock slapping heavily on you has your already quivering thighs crashing together, ready to lose your balance on your weak ankles if not for his muscular grip around your torso.
“H-hoon please,” you try to whine louder than you should, gagging as his hand returns to circle your throat again. Sunghoon uses more power to drag your neck back, forcing your ass to jut out more leaving your thighs parted and easy to access.
“Too fucking loud.” He grits, kissing the sweat off your forehead, cock grazing between your thighs. “Where do you need it?”
“I-inside…inside me, please, Hoon please..”
A growl rumbles off his sturdy chest, licking down your cheek to bite at your jawline, Sunghoon releases your throat only to cover your mouth again. The scream that rips from your chest goes mute under his grasp, thrusting forward with one meticulous thrust until the entirety of his girth manages to stretch past your convulsing heat. “Fuck.” He growls, the bite he holds on your jaw chattering, having to shake away his own need to shout. “Fuckfuckfuck.”
Shutting his eyes, he sighs, hand staying clamped to your lips tightly as he savors your walls gripped around him. The heat of your cunt wrapping him in a dripping wet cocoon of raging heat, each contraction around him drawing the veins lining his size to throb painfully. “So..”
Sunghoon grunts, nipping at your chin, hips pulling back a few inches just to fuck back into you. “Fucking..”
He pants, repeating the movement, pistoning into your backside with a sudden urgency. “Good..”
Already feeling too close to release he’s merciless from the start, fucking into you fast, bouncing your weight against him hard enough to have you jumping up on your toes similarly to a rag doll being tossed around. Sunghoon groans, tucking his bottom lip in a fierce bite to control the volume of his grunts. Cock slamming in rapidly, each virgous snap of his hips more rough than the last.
“You fucking like that?” He rasps, fully pressing your front to the wall to keep you held up. Grinding against the perky top of your ass folding over onto your lower back. The lewd visual of your body altering due to the aggressive nature he fucks you in only seizes his balls up, heavy as they meet your clit with each clap of his pelvic bone digging into your backside.
Sunghoon doesn’t wait for your answer, knows the pathetic screams lost beneath his hand are enough. The thick creamy gloss coating his length with every draw back more than enough to know how much you love it. The deep arch you stay in, the way your pussy sucks him in more and more with each thrust.
“Fuck, good.” He mutters, hissing between his teeth, his free hand grappling your arms behind your back to handcuff your wrists together. The new position allowing him more control to fuck you like nothing but a whore, just a dirty cockslut desperate to take dick and catch a fat nut.
“Cum for me one more time.” He says between gritted teeth, sloppily nipping your earlobe between rapid skin-clapping thrusts. “Fucking cum.”
Sunghoon’s throat cracks to not scream, his vocal cords raw from trying to suppress his own need to cry out, face dropping to your shoulder to bite into any exposed flesh as you writhe against him, pussy sucked around his length to an almost painful point. The wetness fucked out of you with each jerky last thrust he gives drenching his balls, smearing between his thighs in such a disgusting vile way.
He can’t help but to fully bite the juncture between your neck and shoulder. A bitter metallic taste mixes with his saliva as he pumps you full of release, his hand only going lax on your mouth the more he empties inside of you and falls weak. Orgasm fully absorbing his strength for a moment as he licks at the accidentally inflicted wound struggling to regain his barings.
The whiny whimper you let out has his eyes fluttering open, nodding against your nape before taking a deep breath and slowly freeing himself from your warmth.
“Shh,” Sunghoon’s lips drag against the side of your face panting to catch his breath. Squatting down he picks up your bottoms and tugs them back up over your hips. Turning you around to face him, he cleans up the tear tracks left behind on your cheeks, leaving two soft kisses on each. “You good?”
He smiles, keeping you held up straight with a hold around your waist. “I’m good..”
Sunghoon laughs under his breath, leading you down the hall toward the living room. “You’re kind of..” he pauses, peeking into the room at his sister still sound asleep, the movie credits now rolling.
“Kind of what?”
“A freak...” He grins, patting your butt, eyebrows directing you back to the couch. “Like me.”
Pussy drunk Sunghoon is my favorite thing to imagine. I like to think that at first he'd be cocky, teasing and degrading you for getting so wet for him.
"Mmm, that's right, darling. Keep that pussy nice and fucking wet for me, yeah?"
"Dick must feel so fucking good, huh, baby? You're making such a mess, Princess."
Then, you notice his breath start to hitch, his eyes going hazy and unfocused. Brows pinching together as airy little moans float past his lips. All of a sudden he isn't talking his shit anymore. When you're tight little snatch is throbbing and stroking and sucking and swallowing him in an entire fucking ocean of juices from your previous orgasms and copious amounts of arousal from how he's talking to you, he becomes a mess. A broken, brainless, desperate mess. So drunk and high on the feeling of you soaking his hard dick, that he can hardly form a single thought in his mind, let alone a sentence. And maybe you'd find it amusing if you weren't so fucked out yourself. The way his smart mouth has been reduced to blissful whining, and moaning like the slut he is for pussy. He can't get over how fucking GOOD you feel swallowing his dick with your abused hole. Gummy, swollen walls all gushy and wet for him. He's losing touch with reality, his head is fuzzy, he's barely capable of muttering about how otherworldly you feel into your ear, his kisses are so sloppy and wet, and he's moaning so often, so loud.
You can tell from the expression on his pretty face that he's gone. That he's ridiculously pussy drunk. Plump, pouty lips are quivering and are formed into an O, like he can't fucking believe that he's got such good pussy at his disposal. Juicy and tight, and perfect and all his. His dark brows are furrowed into a straight line and those thick lashes flutter over his lust-blown eyes.
He can't help but to feel a bit embarassed, almost ashamed that he feels so good, that you've turned him into your shaking, blubbering whore, desperate for your cunt, unable to pull out more than an inch or two at a time because he honestly never wants to separate from your heat. His hips hardly lifting from yours, cock dragging through your insanely sensitive walls, just barely pulling out, his pelvis smushed against your clit hard enough for him to feel it throb and ache and pulse for him, smearing your wetness up his stomach and groaning at the slippery clench of your quivering walls.
Your fingers trail down between the two of you, a grin on your face as you gather up your slick and offer your cum coated fingers to Sunghoon. His eyes stare drunkenly into yours as he engulfs and sloppily licks and sucks on your digits, feeling dirty and nasty and so fucking turned on. Your sweetness spreads to every taste bud on his tongue, and he inhales your aroma deeply, feeling lightheaded and dizzy with lust, dick twitching repeatedly as he fills all of his senses with you. He thinks he's going to disintegrate when you pull your fingers from his mouth, just to suck them into yours.
At this point, both of you can barely speak, the untamed moans tumbling past your lips halting you from being able to tell the other to please, please baby keep going, to go faster, to cum, anything. He’s feral. Absolutely fucking unhinged. Nearly drooling into the pillow next to your head while he rolls his hips into yours with an increasingly sloppy rhythm, listening to the sticky wet slapping of his thrusts, his dumb, little brain empty except for a single thought replaying over and over, 'I have to cum'.
And he doesn't know what exactly it is about this particular moment, but it's so, so intense that maybe his eyes start to water a bit and a choked whimper escapes his throat. He's experiencing an avalanche of emotions and endorphins and pleasure and it's making him completely dumb and sniffly. He's crying over and over how much he loves you, he loves you, he loves you so, so much. You feel so good around him, he can’t take it. He feels like he's dying, like he's floating, like nothing has ever felt this good before, and for a tiny milisecond his brain clears and he wonders what kind of fucking aphrodisiac he's been slipped because he can't recall pussy ever being as fucking life changing as what he's currently enjoying. He wants to swim in it, live in it, put a fucking kid in you so that you can never leave him, and he can experience this ecstasy every day for the rest of his life. His brain goes completely foggy once again as he feels his drenched balls start to tighten in anticipation.
He's not gonna last. He wants to cum inside, with your taste in his mouth, on his tongue, wants to feel his throbbing tip push past that teeny tiny little cervix and pulsate and leak and nut all in your womb. "Please, baby?" He's begging for it like his life depends on it between hiccups and gasps and stuttering thrusts that hit as deep inside of you as he can get, it knocks the wind out of him as much as it does you. He's so deep, you briefly muse to yourself that you can practically feel him in your brain. He's clingy. So, so clingy. Strong, muscled arms bringing your bodies so close together that you can hardly tell where he ends and you begin. Because he needs you close to him, needs you to feel as insane, and drunk, and blissed out as he does.
And finally he busts, his teary brown eyes rolling back into his head, body seizing up and shaking violently, toes curling, nearly screaming as his climax pulls him under. You try to tell him that the way he's throbbing and gushing and filling and annihilating your insides is totally overstimulating you, but Sunghoon is practically on another planet, completely oblivious to your sensitivity to anything except the mindblowing, brain-numbing, spine melting orgasm he's suffering through. He's cumming and cumming and cumming, tears finally streaming down his hot, red cheeks, orgasmic sobs of pure pleasure and euphoria bubbling out of his raspy throat. You want to tell him to breath through it, watching as that blush spreads from his cheeks out to his ears and down his neck dusting over his huffing chest. And he can hardly get a clear word out, but as you listen and try to make sense of his garbled, cum-drunk groveling you finally understand what he's saying.
“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you s'much! S'good, fuck! hnngh....” He slurs, body wracked with shivers as he rocks weakly through the aftershocks.
Looks like he might be the one needing aftercare when you're finished.
