warnings. profanity, y/n caught peeping, dom heeseung- he gets mean, masturbation, oral, rough unprotected sex. minors DNI.
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Crush(follow up)—>
“aren’t we too old to play this game?”
“ahh don’t act so pretentious, you’re just mad that it’s your turn.” your friend replies in a snarky tone, dangling an accusing finger in your face.
“fine, whatever.” you mutter, feeling the pressure of judgemental stares burning across your face. “dare.”
an orchestra of girlish ‘oooooo’ sounds burst around you, a telltale sign of immaturity.
“scandalous.” one of your friends says, filing her nails into perfect oval shapes. “I have the perfect dare for you.”
she shares a knowing look around the circle you all sit in. tapping her chin with the crystal nail board file in her hand deviously. “sneak into Heeseung’s room and bring back a pair of boxers.. blue ones!”
“what?!”
she smirks, shrugging and directing her chin toward the stairs leading up to the bedroom in question. “you chose dare.”
“don’t stress too much about it.” your friend whispers low enough for the group behind you to not pick up on. leading you up the stairs, she fathoms up an excuse that you may get lost and end up in her parents bedroom instead of her older brother’s. “Heeseung went out a while ago with Jay, he shouldn’t be back until later.”
“I know where his room is..”
“you looked worried,” she stops at the top of the stairs with you, clutching onto your forearm. “don’t let them get to you, I really don’t care that you have a crush on my brother.”
“I d-don’t” you start to splutter, grateful that the hallway light is turned off, masking the heat rising up your cheeks with shadows.
“seriously, it’s okay. I’m used to it.” she pats your shoulder, directing a thumb back down the stairs. “try not to get lost!”
“I don’t even like Heeseung like that..” you mumble to yourself, calmly striding toward his bedroom door. “what did she even mean…used to what?!”
the door before you draws a cringeful expression across your features, adorned with a thin metal plaque that says ‘BEWARE OF DOG’ in bright orange letters against a black background. “god, whose yard did he steal this from?”
“what a dork..” it’s mostly to keep yourself level headed, unable to fight the tremble ripping down to the tips of your fingers as you graze the bedroom’s door handle. “he’s not home.”
taking a deep breath, you nod to reassure yourself, you really have nothing to worry about.
unless you get caught, of course.
Heeseung’s room is— as you should have expected, a disaster. unmade bed, crooked posters strewn all over four walls, some half peeled off. chains and jeans pile up on the floor surrounded by clunky skater sneakers and two boards.
his musk wafts through the air, tickling a pathway up your nostrils; stirring memories, memories you tried to forget.
memories of Heeseung coming home dripping in sweat, chugging down water with a heated gaze shadowed by the fan his eyelashes create where he stood. sip after sip without breaking a trance-like stare, slicing through your soul to expose secrets you try to keep to yourself.
secrets you aren’t even willing to share with your closest friends— Heeseung’s sister sat across from you giggling over her current boy of the week; too caught up in flirtatious banter to notice your discomfort. sweat itched at your nape, resorting to your anxious habit of picking at your nails to contain your nerves.
Heeseung noticed though, thoroughly enjoying how your leg began to bounce the longer he took to finish off the glass of water forming condensation in his grip. foggy moisture seeped down his wrist, trickles streamed down his throat. all of it grabbing your attention as you pretended to stretch and flitter a glance around the room.
even as he tapped off the glass and dried off his pout with the back of his hand, he continued to burn holes into your side. adding more taunt where he stood, displaying an act of contemplation by tapping his chin thoughtfully.
“hmmm” he murmured, shifting from foot to foot to aid his next decision. snapping his thumb and index finger, the light bulb turned on in his mind igniting flames throughout his iris; glinting bright and lively even as his eyelids lowered, fitting you with a lazy look.
“ah, there it is.” Heeseung said- to himself, despite your less than discrete stare. he smirked, toying with you by never breaking eye contact as he moved closer in slow motion. beads of sweat lined his forehead, pouring down faster with each step he took.
“excuse me.” he said flatly, averting his attention to the area just behind you. bending forward, the top of his shirt grazed your nose, instantly smacked with the scent of lingering body wash. hints of woodsy undertones masked by a fresh aroma of dark berries; tickling up high enough to reach your brain.
Heeseung huffed, dipping in closer until your lips pressed to his shoulder, involuntarily puckering against the damp white cotton t-shirt clinging to his warm skin; leaving residue of your natural tone pink lip gloss to stain the heavily bleached material.
“thought I had lost this.” he grinned, passing a cartoon keychain between his fingers.
“uh..” biting down on the sides of your tongue, you sank deeper into your seat. stuck on a dollop of sweat bubbled at the tip of Heeseung’s nose, hanging precariously, begging to be licked away.
he blinked, slowly returning to your gaze, tilting to the side just enough for the bead of sweat to drop; drop and land upon your upper lip, hot enough to expel steam and cause your mouth to tremble.
“I’ll be going to my room now.” with that, Heeseung spun on his foot, strutting out of the kitchen, out of your line of sight.
that memory painted the depths of your mind, screaming and cursing to yourself as you drove home.
“what did he even mean! going to his room?!? was I supposed to follow him?!?”
and now, standing in Heeseung’s bedroom, dragging your fingers across his unkempt bedding, you ask yourself again-
“what did he mean!” you sigh, plopping onto his bed. engulfed by pillows coated in his scent. a scent that’s lodged itself deep within your sense, so much so that you recognize the moment Heeseung steps foot into the room now.
“who cares anyway.” you grunt, ignoring the ‘I care’ your subconscious responds with.
blue boxers, that’s what you’re here for. not to reminisce a failed crush that would never lead to more than mysterious glances and one sided lust.
the problem is, Heeseung has lines upon lines of drawers. most you find filled with mangas and porn, buried beneath old textbooks and skateboard magazines. growing more frustrated with yourself as you keep pausing to look through each item and lose track of time.
“don’t worry about it, feel better dude.”
Heeseung’s rich voice reaches your ears, followed by heavy footsteps ascending down the hallway.
“fuck! shit fuckfuck!!” you curse, scanning the bedroom with quick lightning speed. the best option 5 feet away-- to hide inside of Heeseung’s closet.
holding your breath, you gingerly step inside, careful to shut the door just enough to not make a sound as Heeseung’s bedroom door closes behind him noisily.
he trudges in listlessly, turning his head side to side with a bored look. stopping abruptly as something near the closet catches his eye, a white t-shirt..
seemingly pleased, Heeseung picks up the garment between two fingers, striding over to his bed. he sighs, smirking and turning the shirt in his hold, stopping to admire a part of it.
the part still carrying your lip stain from months ago. never once washed after that day, Heeseung found it cute at first. cute until he remembered the way your thighs clenched together, the shortness of your breath, and each nervous look you snuck toward him.
“cute..” he says to himself, pushing back to settle against the wall. Heeseung’s lips protrude in thought, setting the shirt next to himself to unzip his jeans.
shit. shit shit shit.
you should look away, you shouldn’t continue to watch him shimmying out of his boxers through a small crack with your forehead perched on the doorframe.
blue boxers rest on the middle of his thighs, shoving up his shirt enough for his throbbing length to breathe freely. you have to bite down on your lip, grab at the wall, whatever you can find surrounding you to stay stable.
Heeseung licks a trail of spit up his palm, hissing and wrapping a fist around the base of his length as his other hand lowers, smoothing and rubbing the tip of his cock. pre-cum smears, mixing in with saliva, pushed lower to circle and tug around himself.
the worst and best part are really his reactions to each motion. a tight furrow between his eyebrows, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, and speckles of pink rising from his throat to the apple of his cheeks.
his throat, on full display, huffing out short breathy moans as he builds a speed around himself. his hips lift every now and then, rolling up to fuck into his palm with more urgency. tossing his head side to side when he squeezes at the base torturously.
he’s toying with himself, serving just enough pleasure to make it feel good and fill his balls. enough to fool himself once again with the idea of getting off, only to halt and grunt, work himself to a painful orgasm the longer he resists.
heat tickles throughout his belly, lowering to ride down to the tip of his shaft. glistening with a thin sheen of spit and pre-cum aiding to each glide under his pumping fist.
he’s drawing up, hips rutting side to side in search of something to bury himself in. eyeing the shirt next to him, he squeaks, breathlessly moaning your name. rutting up faster with his knees bent, shoving his socked cover toes deeper into the bed.
“fuck..” you near cry, buckling at your knees; weakened and exhausted from only watching, itching through your palms like a dog in heat to be the one stroking his length.
“fuck, I’m such a creep for this..” rubbing your thighs together like matches, you stumble back, gasping and knocking into a row of hung clothes. metal clatters, and the airy sound of wads of clothing smacking onto the floor circle around you. all of that coming to a stop as the closet door rips open.
“what the fuck?!”
Heeseung’s shadow looms over you, tucked back into his blue boxers, secured under his jeans. frazzled and infuriated where he stands with his eyes nearly bulged out.
“I— oh crap..” you stutter, holding your hands up defenselessly. “I can explain!”
“you’ve been in here this entire time?!?” he exclaims, pupils blown. pushing away and shaking his head as he rips at tufts of hair. “WERE YOU WATCHING ME?”
“Heeseung! no no! really, listen!!” you crawl, stumbling on weak ankles to scamper after him. “it was just a dare!”
“a dare to hide in my closet?!” he’s pissed, hissing shouts between gritted teeth.
“no! I..I—I..”
crossing his arms, he stands intimidating above you appearing disgusted by your stuttering, fixing you with a piercing glare. “what did you see, huh?”
“n-nothing..” you lie, you never were good at lying though..
he scoffs, tongue clicking loudly against the backs of his teeth. nodding and rolling his neck around. “you have to show me whatever you saw.”
“huh?”
“don’t play dumb.” Heeseung scolds you with a condescending tone. “you hid in my closet and watched me jerk off. you know what that makes you?”
“I didn’t! I didn’t watch!” you scramble to deny, clutching onto his thighs to pull yourself up. he sets his hand on your shoulder, shifting to leverage his weight there.
“you did, just like a no good creep.” reading shame written across your face, he leers, dipping his thumb into your clavicle until you squirm. “unless you want me to let my sister know what a filthy little pervert her friend is, you better do as I say.”
“Hee, please..don’t be like this!” you plead, grimacing from his fingers sinking into your shoulder. “what do you want me to do!”
“what? you’re the only one who gets to have a free show?” Heeseung smirks, aiming his chin to direct you toward his bed. “show me exactly what you saw. don’t make me repeat myself again.”
his menacing low tone makes your spine shrivel, silently nodding as you clamber onto his bed. eyeing the t-shirt still laid on his pillow, Heeseung follows your line of sight, mumbling a curse under his breath.
“I knew you were lying.” climbing on with you, he moves closer using his knees. nodding for you to sit against the wall just as he had. “your trembling thighs gave you away anyway.”
“I didn’t…see everything.” you did, but something about building onto your lie added thrill to your current predicament.
when Heeseung said he’d be going to his room in a suggestive manner, you stayed put. rooted to your seat as your mind whirled with scenarios that could unfold if you followed after him. scenarios you’d continue to create for months, daydreaming of landing yourself in this position. sprawled on his bed, filled with fear, excitement, exploding nerves, heat and desire.
“oh yeah?” he mocks, grinning, smoothing his palms up your bare calves to your knees. “like what you saw? like what you heard?”
he knows you heard him moaning your name, pummeling his fist imagining you convulsing around him. begging and bursting into tears; urging him to slow down, and fuck you harder at the same time.
pushing against your knees, he doesn’t give you much time to respond. pinching up your inner thighs until he can tease at the lining of your pajama shorts. “Hello Kitty pjs..”
biting back a smile, he motions for you to hurry up, tapping his wrist to say you’re wasting his time. “exactly how I did it.”
“oka-okay..” in a quick action, you’re shimmying out of your pjs and panties. the man before you freezing, expecting more of a fight. a shy look and squished together thighs licks arousal through his gut, painfully aching as you duck your chin to hide the embarrassment staining your cheeks.
Heeseung never managed to finish getting off with you interrupting his alone time. he’s hard as a rock, trapped against his abdomen throbbing pitifully. tense and rageful, more frustrated by your much too slow movements.
“is that what I did?” he questions with no confusion, continuing to speak in a stern manner. Heeseung jerks his head, jaw tight to keep up a strong image. “come on, what are you waiting for.”
slowly, you stretch open, hitting him with the visual of your naked wet core. the bedding beneath you turns darker, pooled with wetness trickling down past your rim.
Heeseung has to swallow, prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down to quill his dry throat. he gestures for you to continue on, hypnotized by your fingers inching closer and closer to your mound.
he’s struck, in awe watching your pussy folds part open. fat clit ready to be abused, riper than fresh fruit, dripping with sweet honey. his fist slams into the bed, nodding with urgency. “touch yourself, do it like I did.”
you listen, biting on your lip with your skin gathering between your brows. frustrated beyond belief to only just now get to touch yourself. ragged breaths leave your lips faster, trembling against your vocal chords with whimpered moans.
“god..” Heeseung’s neck drops, licking away the drool that’s dribbling out past the seam of his lips. heart shattering as he watches you circle your entrance, tapping and prodding two finger tips in just to feel your pulse speed up. “fuck..”
growing confidence and losing yourself to the pleasure, you arch, completely giving him the full view of your cunt. stroking side to side at your clit until a loud embarrassing moan flies free from your lips. Heeseung’s distraught hungry demeanor encourages your fingers to work faster. obscene wet splash-like sounds boom around you. throwing your head back, you hit one of his pillows, greeted by the scent that led you to this moment once again.
“I’m..close..” you announce, bitterly, not wanting this to end. pushed faster to the tip of your climax by the image before you of your biggest desire falling apart, drooling with his jaw hung. cock twitching under his shirt, begging to fuck you with a wanton gaze.
a muffled growl passes through his throat, hunched forward in a trance watching your hole spurt another glob of wetness out. opening and closing deliciously, rolling tremors up his thighs with each contraction shown off. “your little holes begging for me.”
another twitch of your hips confirms how much you want him. writhing close enough for the scent of your wetness to infiltrate his senses, Heeseung topples over. face hovering right above your cunt like a man starved, finally finding a meal after months of voyage.
“Heeseung..touch me” you shift, unveiling how much dampness has gathered under your ass. pouring wet like a fountain, squeezing at nothing but air.
“say please,” he smirks, grinding the backs of his teeth together to keep his tough shell intact. just as desperate and if not more needy with impatience to fuck you, fill you to the brim with his cock.
“please please! can’t wait anymore!” you sound even prettier begging, watery with tears threatening the rims of your eyes. reaching grabby hands for him to come closer, to give you what you want.
“pretty pretty pretty please,” licking his lips, he cages in on your face. the tip of his tongue traces across your plump upper lip.
“pleasepleaseplease! pretty please!”
Heeseung sits back, smacking your hand away from your core. licking between his fingers before taking over your position. he rubs circles just as you had, better even. firmer, rougher and more commanding. forearm flexing, lined with angry veins from his meaty hand to the crook of his elbow.
“such a dirty girl, always staring at me. even sneaking into my room to watch me.” he teases, sliding up and down between your folds. “is that how badly you want me? no decency to even ask, creep around instead hoping to get caught.”
it’s humiliating how much you wither and grind against his palm. babbling on about how you aren’t a creep, you’re not a dirty girl; earning smack after smack on your pussy with each denial.
“you’re so tight..” Heeseung glides the tips of two fingers inside, much like you had. “wanna feel you struggle to stretch around me. is that what you want?”
the more questions he asks feel more and more like a jeer, poking fun of you to your face in your weakest moment. left with no choice but to admit the truth if you want to get off. “wa-wanna feel you, feel you f-fuck me.”
Heeseung’s mouth goes numb, unable to control the amount of saliva coating his tongue. wanting to maul your cunt and feel your thighs clamp around him, strangle him until he can’t breathe properly.
“gonna fuck you, punish you being a bad girl.” he goes on patronizing you, using the act to set aside how badly he needs to feel you. fighting back from violently licking strips up your pretty cunt until you scream for him.
Heeseung’s parting open your thighs again, pushing at the backs of your knees until you hitch up enough. ass raised off his bed letting out mournful little whimpers, huffing his name out in broken parts.
“seung..” you can’t stop whining, embarrassed by how he admires your hole, lifting your lower half enough for you to watch as well. becoming obsessed with the flutter and push, his face dips in closer; the tip of his nose gliding in a circle around your clit. meticulously moving lower and lower until his lips pucker at your entrance.
“fuck..” Heeseung groans, breathing in your heady scent. kissing and pulling back to watch your hole spasm, empty, calling for him to use over and over again.
he can’t wait anymore, unhinging his jaw as he leans in, licking a fat stripe from your delicate hole to your clit; sucking a way up your glossy seam with a long drag of his tongue. Heeseung swirls around your clit expertly, pleased by your hands burying into his hair. clutching and pulling waves of pleasure down to his cock. he ruts against the bed, firmly gripping onto your hips for control.
slammed back down, he works with your circling hips, grunting with each pass on your stiff clit. using extra force to stop your incessant movements and hips from slipping free, he locks around your bundle of nerves. suckling and paying extra attention to your moans amplified with each pointed stroke of his tongue along the sides.
bucking up, you set a grind against his hot mouth. crying out and ripping bunches of his hair to a painful point, evident by the way Heeseung’s eyes clench shut, swallowing down hissed moans.
“fuck! oh fuck Hee—“ breaking off into a repeated round of pleads, his mouth lowers, pushing past your tightened entrance to curl his tongue deep inside of you. nose shoved against your clit wiggling side to side with his tongue lodged as far as his jaw will allow. “I-I can’t!”
you buckle, slapping your thighs together against his hold only to be pushed up higher to accommodate his mouth. relentlessly he buries his tongue in, stealing an orgasm out of you faster than you can process. mind hazy and sensitive as you attempt to move away from his lips wrapped around your clit.
“n-no more..can’t, no m-ore.” your protest falls on deaf ears, ignoring you as he litters kisses over your mound. Heeseung sits up, slapping the sides of your thighs. the tip of his nose obscenely wet, dripping from the tip with your arousal.
“oh you can’t?” he pouts, large glossy eyes innocent as he blinks slowly. “you can’t?? after hiding in my closet and begging me to fuck you?? you can’t?”
“Heeseung..” you whimper brokenly, too exhausted to mutter anything more.
“aww” he chides, kissing the backs of his teeth. “Heeseunnggggg.”
he laughs arrogantly between lapping his upper lip clean, cupping your center to dig the heel of his palm against your clit and watch you cry harder.
“Heeseung Heeseung Heeseung,” he repeats, mimicking your strained tone. a playful smirk lifts one corner of his mouth, leisurely toying with your heat. “say you can’t anymore, but your pussy won’t stop rubbing against me. a creep, and a liar?”
“no..not..” your teeth chatter, embarrassed that you can’t even give him a proper reply. incoherence taking over your sense, the only thought filling your head to get fucked.
Heeseung’s smirk grows at that, rolling two fingers down, he circles your entrance, smearing the release between his digits. “I can fuck you deeper than your useless little fingers, that’s what you want, right? want me to make you cum, fucked full of my cock. bet you thought about it, watching me jerk off.. wishing it was you.”
“I—I…n-no..” you try to say, breaking off as Heeseung licks his palm clean. twisting the bottom of his t-shirt off, he throws it aside. the tip of his cock rages against his stomach trapped in his waistband, red and swollen. “oh fuck.”
“what was that now?” he sneers, wiggling a finger for you to sit up. “come here.”
obediently you lift without hesitation, coughing to mask your embarrassment. Heeseung fakes a pout, capturing your cheeks with one hand. the pads of his fingers sink into the hollows, forcing your mouth to jut out as he continues to jeer. “what would my sister say if she found out you were in here? drooling, covered in snot and tears, pussy making a fucking mess on my bed.”
“please, d-don’t tell her..” you pant as he brushes against your lips, sucking your wheezed breath away.
“you gonna be a good girl and listen to me now?” he nods your head for you, trapping your bottom lip between his teeth. neediness and lust paints your mouth, swallowed and sucked around. a rushed heated kiss loosening your head to hang limblessly from your neck, passing thirsty moans between the swipes of his lips.
“please,” you pant, swallowing dryly. “please, wanna be so good for you. wanna be the best for you.”
“I know, my cute good girl..” he coo’s, slapping your hip until you flip around onto your knees. Heeseung whips a hand across your ass, hard, stinging in the aftermath. “yeah, just like that. show me how pretty that pussy looks from the back.”
despite your fingers wrinkling his bedding, and your waist trembling from another slap to your bottom, you nod. arching forward pushing your ass out further, curving your hips wider to space out an area between your legs for him.
Heeseung audibly swallows behind you, the click and clack of his belt and zipper chills up your spine. face dropping lower to catch a glimpse of his naked flexed thighs. his fist pumping up and down, spreading excess amounts of pre-cum to coat his length.
shifting closer, he drags his dick through your glistening folds. cursing and grunting behind you about how it feels so good, feels so right. “so fucking wet, dripping down to your knees.”
choking out a cough, you duck, burying the side of your face in his bed to hide your shame. he’s right, lewd drops of wetness stream down your inner thighs. disgustingly aroused, your hole pulses, kissing at his tip eagerly with each pass.
“what was that again? you can’t, right?” he laughs, going stir crazy from each ripple your ass gives upon making contact with his hips.
“please, I’m g-good…good gi—“ you whimper again, cut off by Heeseung’s hips ramming forward. burying inside of you for the first time, deep and stretched full. better than any stretch you’ve experienced.
he fucks vigorously, clapping against the backs of your thighs and ass. jerking your knees to move forward until you’re gripping for dear life onto the edge of his bed, muffling drawn out screams by biting at his blanket. “fuckfuck!”
Heeseung only fucks you deeper, gaining power as you lose yours, burying his dick into you over and over. he can’t tell what’s better, watching your ass bounce sinking up and down on his wet length, or your adorable whimpers, stammering his name out like a broken record.
“so good, best pussy I’ve ever had.” he grits out while moaning, leaning over your back to grab a fistful of your hair and tug your dipped in back against his chest. he bites at your jaw, focusing on your eyes rolling around as he fucks you. “this what you wanted, huh?”
Heeseung shakes your head, pulling roughly on your scalp with a merciless grip. “needed, always w-wanted you.”
“fuck!” letting go of your hair, he circles your waist. thighs burning as he fucks into you with more force, throttling up hard enough to bruise your ass. “been wanting this, wanted to fuck you for so long. always staring at me like such an innocent slut, making me picture you while I cum all over my fist, is that right?”
you give him no more than breathless pants, eyebrows furrowed together as he hits deeper and deeper inside of you. the repetitive motion reaching past your sanity, split open on his length over and over again. he’s too deep, throbbing fiercely, pushing your walls to the limit. his balls smack against you obscenely, exuding lewd sounds between your bodies; disgusting and brain numbing.
“wanna feel you squeeze around me, milk my cock dry.” he puffs hotly, nibbling on your earlobe. fingers spider their way to your clit adding more anticipation and curling arousal licking through your gut. he taps on your bundle of nerves, pressing down in a torturous mean way.
“Hee!” you jolt, ass clapping back against his hips and stomach much too noisily. gurgling moans between your wailed cries, he grunts, slapping his free hand over your mouth.
“shh, you want everyone to hear?” more determined to make you cum, Heeseung rolls your clit between two fingers. working his hips with renewed vigor to thrust into you harder and faster. each slide of his cock fills your insides, shaping your cunt to fit his size and ruin you for anyone else. “so fucking cute taking my cock, crying and still begging for more like a good girl should.”
even with your mouth covered, his bed creaks and squeaks loudly. muffled ‘yesyesyesyesyes!’ spew out all over his palm, tapping your clit just right following each tightened clamp around his size. Heeseung grunts, licking up your cheek and hissing as you squeeze around him screaming under his hand.
“so. fucking. good.” he emphasizes with hard powerful thrusts, gritting his teeth against your forehead. hips stilling and twitching behind you. his eyelashes flutter, letting out a guttural whimper by your hairline. “there you fucking go, giving me all of that pussy.”
Heeseung has to sigh, months of wet dreams and watching his cum spill down the shower drain could never compare to this. not as he lets you drop forward, limp on his bed, fingers twitching where they land.
slowly he draws out, groaning and rubbing his face with a rough touch. stuck on how your juices continue to pour free, coating his length with release he gave you. realease sticking his balls to his inner thighs, filthy, and so fucking cute.
he tugs at himself, once, twice, spurting out warm white ropes on your lower back. noisy even with his lips pursed together as he smears it with the tip of his cock, pushing down for cum to dry between your ass.
kissing up your back, he bites at your shoulder, pressing his stomach on the mess only to make you squirm, disgusted.
sprawled under his weight, you blink slowly, coming back to life and reaching for a pair of discarded blue boxers half hanging off the side. clutching them in your fist to take back with you after getting cleaned up.
Heeseung scoffs, what a load of bullshit. His God comes from the vibrations thrumming through his speakers. The timbre of instruments rumbling, vocals that sound inhumanly possible. If music isn’t more of a holy experience than church, then why is it so fucking good?
Ever since his Mom remarried, he’s been forced to attend every Sunday morning mass. Wasting the precious hours of sleep he used to catch up on after raging all of Saturday night. She just had to go and fall in love with a fucking pastor.
He’s old enough to not feel bitter or resentful about his parents break-up. His biological father overcompensates and spoils him out of guilt still for cheating on his spouse all those years ago and causing a divorce between his parents. Wrecking the perfect family image his mother has always yearned for. It all really worked out for him, instead of therapy he manipulates his parents to grant his every wish.
Getting out of church isn’t something his mother is willing to budge on though.
For the past five months he’s had to sit in the front row pews and listen to his step-father spout on bullshit bible verses. He doesn’t really pay attention, no. Especially not with his new step-sister sat by his side with a highlighter in hand. Annotating pages of her precious bible as if she’s ready to go yap about it after on the internet and influence others to hear the word of God.
Every Sunday she bounds down from her bedroom with the cleanest face, not a stitch of makeup. Cleanliness is Godliness or some shit. Her blouse buttoned all the way up to her throat, a fitted wrinkle free cardigan on top, and without fail a skirt that falls right below her knees. She’s such a fucking prude.
He loves it though, really. Can’t help but to reach over and mess up the pages of her bible as she holds herself back from interrupting her daddy’s preaching. Teeth gritted together, smoothly moving his hand away and adjusting her hips to another direction. She sits up ramrod straight, nodding and smiling as if every word being said means something to her.
The fulfillment you get from this religious bullshit makes no sense to him really. Worse is how you proudly greet everyone around the church after mass is done.
You are the leader of the ‘Youths for Jesus’ group afterall. Stood up by the podium waving akin to Miss Universe at your father’s side, chit-chatting with all of the parents about upcoming bible study schedules. You love it.
Heeseung sneers as he sits against the top of a pew with his arms crossed, intently watching your every move. Church isn’t entertaining in the slightest, but he has developed a little bit of an obsession.
It’s not only an obsession with his holier than thou step-sister, mostly he can’t begin to fathom why a legal adult would choose such a boring life. Getting dragged to church has to be one of the top worst life experiences.
“I really want you to start attending bible study. Your sister has so much passion for the lord. When will you ever care about something enough to put time and effort into it?” His mom sighs, a look of disappointment shrouding her face.
He has plenty of passion, for fucking and making money. Not like he can start a group for that, well, he could..
“This Jesus shit isn’t really for me, mom.” He waves her off. Shifting his attention to a man striding up the aisle with a huge smile on his face. Looking like he stuffed a clothes hanger inside of his mouth as he approaches you.
Jake.
He’s your friend. He’s always at the house, studying, staying over for dinner. For some reason he’s allowed to be inside of your sanctified bedroom unsupervised with the door completely shut.
Jake’s existence infuriates Heeseung. You’re always so happy to see him, of course, he’s the spitting image of a church boy. Slacks that stop right at his ankles and show off pristine shined loafers. His seamless wrinkle free shirt always tucked in, even wearing an undershirt. He grew up coming to your father’s church, kissing ass as an altar boy for years.
Heeseung sees it, the small touches between the two of you. The way Jake follows you around like a lap dog, his tongue practically hanging out pouring drool everywhere the second you look away. He is obsessed with you.
The two of you claim to just be friends. Making it more of a game for Heeseung whenever he barges into your bedroom to find you seated on separate chairs with your notes and bibles open. He laughs about it and pesters you for a while, shaking his head as he heads back to his bedroom in disbelief that he hasn’t caught you getting finger fucked by church boy yet.
“Oh come on Heeseung, you can’t continue to go on like this for the rest of the year. I’m not going to allow you to miss another year of university because of your ‘mental health’ again.” His mother quietly grumbles, forcing a smile as church goers pass by to exit. “You think I don’t notice when you come home at 4 in the morning high off of your ass?”
“I’m an adult.”
“You’re still my son, living under my roof. Until you can afford to live financially independently, you will do as I say. No son of mine is going to end up becoming a dead beat with no beliefs.” Her hand wraps around his elbow dragging him to the front of the church where Jesus looms on the cross. He can’t help but to think it’s a shame what a crock of shit religion is. It’s beautiful in a tormented way otherwise.
“How was today’s sermon?” His step-father asks, leaning down to kiss his mother’s cheek.
“Amazing as always. I feel so inspired to live life to the fullest for our lord and savior today.”
What a load of shit.
“Hyung.” Jake nods acknowledging him. A look of fear behind his gaze as he slightly bows. The older does intimidate him, evident by the way he nearly begged to be able to formally address him the first time they met.
“Heeseung will be joining your meetings this week. He’s really interested in learning about the Ten Commandments.” His mother interjects, pressing her palm against the small of his back to force him between you and Jake.
“Oh, is that so?” You ask with a slight lift of your eyebrow. He’d miss it if he blinked. “Brother.”
Heeseung’s nose twitches, hates how you call him that. He shrugs and nods, bending in closer to whisper by your ear. “What does the bible have to say about wanting to fuck your step-sister?”
The same mild hint of irritation he’s grown to crave purses your lips together. You take a step back, motioning for Jake to follow you to your father’s office to prepare for your next bible study and fix Heeseung with a look before heading out.
As usual, undercooked meatloaf stares back at him, gouging his fork into it just to hear the mush of food bubble. Heeseung’s lips twist to one side in disgust, eyes lowered as he steals glances across the table at Jake happily stuffing his mouth. He’ll eat any slop his mother makes and shower her with praises while doing so. A real grade A brown noser. Might as well sleep with his face buried between the woman’s ass.
“Oh goodness.” He dabs at his lips, sporting a charming smile. “My mom needs this recipe. Your meatloaf is too good!”
Heeseung’s mother has the audacity to blush, cupping her cheeks like some school girl. Jake’s flattery really gets to her head. Her liking for the morally good church boy couldn’t be more obvious. It’s no wonder she almost fell to her knees and begged for him to join them for dinner.
“Ah, you’re such a good boy Jake.” She says, serving him another slice of the dish. Still a raw pink in the center, it’s enough to have Heeseung’s stomach churning. “Your mother is so lucky to have such a grateful son.”
The quick jab and look from the corner of her eye isn’t missed. Heeseung blows it off, turning his attention to your half full plate. Not even God can pressure you to lie about this foul cooking.
He’ll end up driving out to get some fast food once his mom’s tucked under the pastor's arm on the couch. He’s offered you free meals many times, but of course, God restricts you from doing so much.
Heeseung’s feet always find their way close to yours under the table. If only to get your attention and have your eyes on him for a few seconds. He appreciates how much you manage to contain your annoyance for him. Even as he rubs his sock covered toe along your ankle, the most you do is shoot him a quick glare. Brushing off how much he’s irritating you with a fast shake of your head. You clear your throat and smile at Jake. “We should work on the rest of the syllabus for the meeting.”
“Oh!” Jake shoots up, his sparkling eyes wide as they move up to follow your body. He’s so sickeningly in love, it’s disgusting.
Heeseung’s foot falls to the floor when you start to stand up and subtly shoo him away from your leg. Jake’s hands may as well fold under his chin the way he looks like he may start panting any second now begging for dessert.
“I wanna join.” He decides to jump in. Throwing down his napkin with a smirk as his chair screeches and he rounds the table to stand by you.
“Uhm, that’s not necessary, Heeseung.” You say with a pinch between your eyebrows. Eyes tensely shaking as you look at him incredulously.
“Oh, honey!” His mom unknowingly comes in to save the day. Clasping her hands together with a look of surprise. “That’s so great! You’re really listening to me.” She whispers a ‘finally’ with a smile in her husband’s direction. It’s almost infuriating how easily she falls for his act.
But the slight bewilderment on your face is too priceless to stop now.
Jake’s teeth clench together in an equally irritated manner. He bows nonetheless, extending a hand towards the hallway that leads to your bedroom. “We’d love for you to join us, hyung.”
Heeseung really can’t stand the way Jake insists on calling him hyung. The way he jumped to ask if he could, you’d think he’d be calling the pastor appa by now.
“What are we learning about today? Judas, I hope.” Heeseung grins. Eyebrows going up as he enters the sacred nirvana that is your bedroom. Even your bedding looks steamed, not a wrinkle in sight.
“We do not speak of demons, brother.” You smile. The tension on your face dissipates much to his displeasure. “We’re reading the book of Hebrew in our studies at this moment.”
Boring.
Jake steals the beanbag before he can, leaving him stuck with your uncomfortable computer chair as you sit on the bed.
“Jakey, would you like to start?”
Jakey? The corner of Heeseung’s mouth twitches, folding his hands together and leaning back. Funny how you never use that nickname in front of your parents.
Jake smiles and nods, his thick bangs bouncing. He’s endearingly cute, almost to a fault. An altar boy really does seem like the perfect role for him. Even matching the way you sit so prim and proper. Heeseung looks back and forth between the two of you for a minute trying to imagine what your intimacy would be like.
Missionary, bland, a pitch black room. He shivers at the thought.
“We left off on Hebrews 13:4.” He nods, the tip of his finger pressed against the page of a bible highlighted as much as yours. Not even the twilight zone would be able to explain this.
“Go on.”
Jake clears his throat, licking his pouty lips. “Marriage should be honored by all and the marriage bed kept pure. God will judge the adulterer and all the sexually immoral.”
Heeseung can’t control himself, immediately scoffing as he finishes reading. His shoulders slump and he chuckles. “Is this a joke?”
Serious expressions meet him, more stern than he’s used to from either of you. “Are you amused by God’s words?”
His laughs drifts, falling into a deep sigh. Heeseung shakes his head and shrugs at you. “Do you really believe that sex is immoral?”
“Yes brother, intercourse out of wedlock is to be condemned.”
Jake’s eyes flutter, shifting for less than a second. He clears his throat and hums a sound of agreement.
“You’re telling me that you’re not fucking?” He says brazenly, cocking an eyebrow at Jake. “You just act like this and get no pussy out of it?!”
“That is highly inappropriate, brother.” You say between gritted teeth, clutching the bible in your hands.
Jake’s lips pull back on his teeth, biting down on his lip. He forces a nod, nervously shaking his head. “Sex before marriage is a sin.”
Heeseung scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Well I’m fucked, figuratively and literally. There’s no way you two virgins aren’t doing something against God’s word.”
“God is my way.” You smile. That fucking pageant queen response and fake ass smile. It’s insane how you hold it together against everything he throws at you.
“Right right.” Rolling his eyes, he moves to stand. “Well I’m fucking starving.” He glances at Jake, raising his eyebrows. “Hey man, I took an edible before dinner and it’s kicking in. Think you can drive me to In N Out real quick? God wouldn’t want me to go to bed hungry.”
“Uh,” Jake’s mouth opens, flustered as he peers from you and back to his hyung.
“Take him, Jakey.” You mutter, blinking rapidly with a stiff smile. “God will repay your good deed in time.”
Whatever the fuck that means.
Heeseung snorts, jerking his head for Jake to follow him out to his car. “You get to drive my baby, I think God’s repaying you enough.”
Jake’s eyebrows squeeze together, a sheen of sweat gleams on his forehead following after him. He hadn’t planned to go anywhere else other than your bedroom for the night..
Should he be trusted?!: AoP rx, lovers rv, KNoP, AoS, WoF, 8oC, 8oS reversed, moon
Yea… no. This man unfortunately can’t be trusted, I see he wasn’t fully genuine about his beliefs and actions to progress and develop NYC. It looks like an financial offer came to him, possibly from the Trump or his administration.
Hence why… they together in this picture.
Zoharn is most likely to abruptly change his political views, his position as mayor or move somewhere else possibly closer to the Trump administration.
But with the moon card at the end, theres a lot of deception and secrets playing along with him behind in the scenes.
Will he unfortunately end up working with Donald Trump?!: Star, KNoW, 6oC reversed, QoP, 9oS, 2oP reversed, 10oW, 7oP
Ooof! Unfortunately I do see some ties being made, and theres are a female figure controlling this connection. She’s adamant on their collaboration and I see Zoharn is stressed over this and has weighed out his options and decided it’s best to collaborate to avoid having a slow money income and nyc being cut off from resources.
You’re rich, entitled, and on vacation with your sister in some exclusive hotel resort, where staff is meant to serve you—not speak to you, or stare at you, and definitely not put their hands on you. Too bad the hotel’s bellhop doesn’t care how rich you are…or how loud you get when he puts you in your place.
minors do not interact
pairing: sunghoon x afab reader
wc: 12k
content tags/warnings: power imbalance, class difference, brat taming, degradation & praise, rough behavior, strong language, emotional manipulation, dubious consent undertones, entitlement, light humiliation, alcohol mention, rude behavior, reverse slut shaming.
nene’s note: consider this my comeback after getting my account deleted and going on a short hiatus. i can’t believe i haven’t posted any work since JULY, i’m soooo sorry, forgive me and enjoy 💕
nsfw tags under the cut
oral sex (m!receiving and f!receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation (light), edging (implied), begging, dirty talk, degradation kink, praise kink, possessive dirty talk, squirting, cumshot, light restraint, hair pulling, pussy slapping, consensual power imbalance, mutual fixation. let me know if i missed any.
The headache forming behind your eyes could be because of many things right now—the car is too warm, your heels are way too tight, and also your sister’s bright and unrelenting voice has been clawing at your nerves since you both got in the car this morning.
Outside the tinted windshield you watch the gates of your family’s private airstrip slide open with the kind of smooth efficiency only money can buy, and the sleek shape of the jet comes into view, shining beneath the mid day sun.
"You're going to love it," Dani says, adjusting her sunglasses, she’s said that six times already. "The spa, the food, the water—God, you haven't even seen blue water until you've been to Bali. I swear."
You don't respond, she seems to be forgetting you’ve already been there before.
You cross one leg over the other, staring straight ahead, and pretending you’re not even there.
"Don't be like that," she adds, her voice laced with practiced patience. "This trip is supposed to help. It's for you."
That last part makes you laugh, very humorlessly. "I didn't ask for help."
"No, but everyone around you is tired of you being a miserable bitch, so here we are."
You turn your head just enough to glance at her, her hair is freshly blown out, her designer tote is next to her, and you can catch the glint of thr diamond studs in her ears. Your sister is undoubtedly perfect, effortlessly so.
"Sorry my bad mood's ruining your aesthetic."
"Oh, please." She waves you off like a fly. "You've been impossible lately. And not in your usual, high maintenance, spoiled brat way. This is new. This is dark. And as your big sister, I need to do something about it."
The car slows to a stop beside the jet, and even through your irritation, you notice the way the ground crew moves with precision, bags already being offloaded, a bottle of chilled champagne waiting just beyond the open cabin door.
"You need a reset," Dani continues. "Some sun. Some tequila. And someone with nice hands to put you out of your fucking misery."
You arch a brow. "So this is a sex vacation now?"
"If I have anything to say about it—yes."
The door clicks open, and the humid air rushes in, heavy with jet fuel and heat. You smooth your skirt, step out onto the tarmac, and inhale the scent of luxury like you think it might actually calm you down.
It doesn't.
Even the jet doesn’t calm you down, even the promise of five star everything waiting for you in Bali, doesn’t calm you down.
It’s like no matter how far you fly, you're still going to be you—spoiled, irritable and restless you. And if Dani thinks this trip is going to ‘fix’ you, she's in for a long ass week.
The jet's interior is cool and pristine, all cream leather and polished brass, exactly like you remember it from last month. You barely glance at the steward offering champagne, you just wave him off and sink into your usual seat by the window, crossing your arms as Dani settles in right across from you.
And she's still talking. "You know the problem, right?" she says, kicking off her heels and immediately curling up. "You've got this...thing about control. About standards. You act like you're allergic to normal men."
"I am." You deadpan
"No, baby. You're allergic to effort. Daddy spoils us too much—yes. But you think anyone without a trust fund is beneath you."
You say nothing, because she's not even wrong. Your father has never denied you anything. From private schools to designer wardrobes and cars you barely drive, even property you don’t spare a glance at for years. There's nothing you want that you can't have with a single call—except maybe a man who's not a complete fucking disappointment.
Every eligible guy in your social circle is the same. High bred, well mannered and utterly and completely soulless, devoid even. You've dated heirs to fortunes, sons of politicians, future CEOs, and they all feel like copy paste versions of your father's friends, that is cold, predictable and so boring in bed, if you ever make it that far.
"You could at least try slumming it once," Dani says, picking at her cuticle. "Date a bartender. A barista. A fucking dog walker. Just to feel something."
You scoff. "Is that why I saw the doorman sneaking out of your bedroom this morning?"
She shrugs, so unapologetic. "He was hot. And he had this thing he could do with his tongue—anyway, we're not talking about me. We're talking about you and your miserable, sexless, lonely little existence."
You glare at her, but she's already looking out the window, unfazed by your stare.
"You need to let loose. Just once. Stop acting like the world's going to end if someone who works for a living makes you cum."
You don't even dignify her with a response, because to you it's not about sex—not really. It's more about control, maybe status and standards, sure. You've been raised to expect a certain level of everything, especially from men. So the world can suck your dick cause you don't want some random nobody touching you, and you definitely don't need some vacation fling messing with your head.
But as the jet starts to taxi and you catch your reflection in the glass, you start to wonder about what Dani has been preaching about, what it might feel like to be wanted for something other than your last name?
You focus on the hum of the engines instead, it's steady and surprisingly soothing in a way. You're not sure when Dani stopped talking, maybe somewhere over the ocean, but the silence is welcome. You lean your head against the cool window and stare out at endless blue sky, the kind that stretches forever without offering anything new in sight.
After a moment, you start to drift and all you can think is—God, if one more person tells me to live a little, I might actually scream.
You don't want this vacation, in all honesty you'd rather be at home right now but Dani had always had a way of pulling things out of you. Your eyelids start growing heavy and you sink deeper into the seat, the leather soft and familiar beneath your cheek. Just before you fall asleep, you think—Let's get this over with.
A chime followed by a clear, polite voice filtering through the intercom is what wakes you hours later.
"Ms. Y/N, Ms. Dani—we've just landed. Welcome to Bali, Indonesia."
You stir a little, blinking to adjust your eyes to the light. The atmosphere outside the jet has changed, it's warmer now, more golden too, like the kind of tropical sun people usually only see on resort brochures.
"OH MY GOD." Dani's squeal shatters the quiet and bounces off the cabin walls. "We're HERE!"
You wince.
"Jesus Christ," you mutter, rubbing your temples.
"Bali, baby!" She's already unbuckling her seatbelt, half out of her seat. "Ugh, you're going to love it. White sand beaches, poolside cocktails, and hot locals who've never heard of our father—dare I say perfection."
You close your eyes again for half a second, trying to hold onto that fleeting quiet before reality sets in.
Too late cause the door is already opening and the heat rushes in instantly, you make your way to the jet's steps and are immediately met with the sight of the resorts staff waiting below, their uniforms are crisp and their posture is too perfect. Some of them are already lifting your luggage into the back of a black SUV.
The heat hits you like a wall, as you step off the jet, a rush of tropical air rolls over your skin, it's thick and heavy with salt and sun. You pause at the bottom of the steps, sunglasses sliding into place, and take a very slow breath.
It's beautiful, sure. Bali always is, but to you it's just another vacation in another resort and another week of pretending to unwind surrounded by smiling staff and endless attention from people calling you Miss Y/N.
Dani, meanwhile, is glowing.
"Thank you so much!" she chirps to the steward behind you, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Seriously, you've been amazing."
He beams at her, clearly appreciative of her warmness.
You count the sound of your heels clicking across the tarmac, watching as three staff members rush forward to greet you. One of them offers chilled towels on a silver tray, the other hands Dani a flower lei with a wide smile.
"Welcome to Bali, Miss Dani, Miss Y/N."
"Oh my God, how cute is this?" Dani giggles, looping the lei around her neck. "Thank you."
You accept yours with a nod, but no smile and no warmth. Just a flick of your fingers as someone relieves you of your bag and guides you toward the waiting SUV.
Dani, ever gracious, pauses to thank every person in sight. She's always been charming and easily likable, the type of woman who can make strangers feel seen with just a glance.
You've never been that girl, cause where Dani is light, you are cool steel—composed, distant and impossible to impress, you've heard the comparisons your whole life. Why can't you be more like your sister? She's so sweet. So warm. So easy to love.
As far as you're concerned, Dani's friendliness is performative and as much as you love your sister you can see the mask she's wearing, it's just like yours, maybe in a different color.
"I cannot wait for you to see this hotel," she says, sliding into the seat beside you. "Seriously. The view from the pool alone could make you believe in God."
For someone who's been all over the world, she has the same excitement for each place, even though she's been there before.
You stretch out your legs and glance out the window, letting her voice fade into the background. The city rushes past in lush green blur, yet all you feel is the familiar pressure in your chest.
Everyone expects something from you. Dani wants you to relax, your father wants you to behave and the world wants you to smile and say thank you.
The drive from the airport to the hotel is short, winding through narrow roads flanked by palm trees and flowers in full bloom. Dani's still talking, going on about cocktails and a spa day, but your gaze is fixed on the horizon, with your jaw tight.
You've barely said a word since boarding the SUV.
"You could at least try to have fun," she says eventually growing tired of you ignoring her, her voice is light but pointed now. "I mean, not everyone gets flown to paradise just to sulk in designer sunglasses."
You stiffen uncomfortably at her words but you don’t respond.
"Seriously, Y/N. Most girls would kill to have our life. The money. The wardrobe. The freedom."
You turn to her slowly.
"Freedom?" you echo, watching her lift her shoulder in a shrug, she must think her honesty is being helpful.
"You act like you're in prison when you've never had to lift a finger for anything. You could have any guy you want, any life you want—but you're so wrapped up in your own misery, it's like you don't even know what you want."
There it is, that fucking sting. You know she doesn't mean to hurt you, but she does. Maybe that's the problem, isn't it? You don't know what you want, not in any way that matters, the world you live in has never allowed you to figure it out without judgment.
Your brain can’t help but interpret her words as an attack, but you can’t show that you’re hurt so you lash out in retaliation.
"You know what, Dani?" you snap, voice as icy as you can conjure. "Maybe I don't want your idea of fun. Maybe I don't want to 'fuck a bartender' just to feel something, or parade around like some pathetic airhead socialite looking for attention."
Her eyes widen. "Y/N—"
"No, really. Just stop. I don't need your armchair therapy or your backhanded concern. This trip wasn't my idea."
She stares at you, regret and pain flickering over her face immediately, she clearly didn’t mean to upset you. "I'm sorry," she says quietly. "I didn't mean—"
The car is already pulling into the circular driveway of the resort, sleek and pristine, all marble and fountains and soft lit lanterns. Uniformed staff step forward, ready to open the door for you, but you don’t wait.
Before the car even fully stops, you throw open the door yourself, your heels hitting the pavement hard.
You don't look back at her once.
Your heels strike the marble floor of the lobby with sharp steps, each one echoing off the high ceilings like alarm bells.
Staff scramble to greet you, bowing slightly, offering cool towels and murmuring polite welcomes, but you don't so much as glance their way.
You hear Dani's footsteps somewhere behind you, but you don't care. Someone moves into step beside you.
"Welcome to the beautiful Mandapa, Miss Y/N," a woman says smoothly. Her voice is calm and practiced, with the kind of warmth that's designed to placate even the most difficult guests. "My name is Dewi. I'll be personally assisting you during your stay with us."
You don't answer but she doesn’t even falter. "Your suite is ready. We've ensured full ocean views, as requested, and pre stocked the room with your preferred amenities—Chateau Margaux 1787, still and sparkling water, and fresh fruit flown in this morning."
You blink once behind your sunglasses at her unique efficiency. She's keeping up despite the clear storm in your posture and the speed of your walk. Your silence should dare her to stumble, but she doesn't.
She leads you to the private elevator with a poised smile, keycard already in hand, and steps aside to let you enter first.
"You'll be on the top floor with your sister, of course," she continues, tapping the card and pressing the button for one of the two penthouse suites. "Your bags are being taken care of, and a bellhop will be up with them in just a few minutes."
The elevator dings.
She opens the door to the suite, and the scent of fresh flowers and ocean air fills your nose immediately. It's stunning with long and wide glass windows, silk curtains rippling subtly in the breeze, a private pool just beyond the patio doors.
"Should you need anything," Dewi says, stepping back with perfect grace, "please don't hesitate to call. We're here to make your stay exceptional."
You nod, just once.
"Your bags will arrive shortly." She says then leaves with a curt bow. You pull off your heels and make your way to the balcony, crossing your arms and staring out at the turquoise water.
Your catch your reflection staring back in the glass off to the side.
Difficult.
You've heard that word your whole life.
Dani said it last night, you're so difficult to please, Y/N. Your father's associates murmur it behind your back at gala dinners, the younger one, the difficult one. Even the tabloids love it, heiress Y/N L/N, notoriously difficult, seen storming out of another charity event in Milan.
You're not difficult, yes you’re not easy but isn’t that better? That you’re not easy to please or manipulate? Maybe that’s why you’re always angry, because no one bothers to find out why you're this way. No one's ever actually tried.
The doorbell chimes a sharp and crisp sound. You turn, sighing, letting your eyes flutter shut for just a moment before crossing the room and opening the door.
You don't even look at whoever is standing there. "Finally," you mutter, stepping aside and leaving the door wide open, making no move to help or offer of thanks.
Whoever he is, he's quiet while pushing in the large black luggage cart stacked high with your designer suitcases, your custom garment boxes, the massive Louis Vuitton trunk Dani insisted was too much but you brought anyway.
He's careful you think, until you hear a soft thud that makes you whip your head around, just in time to see one of your vintage hat boxes tip from the top of the pile and hit the floor with a muted, sickening sound.
Your mouth falls open in a gasp.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" you snap, stalking toward him. "Do you even know what that is? That's vintage Dior, you fucking dumbass!"
You scoop it up, inspecting it frantically, eyes narrowed like you might actually commit murder if there's even the tiniest scratch on it. There isn’t, so you finally look up at him and meet his eyes. He stands there tall and silent with his hair pushed back, and seemingly completely unbothered by your outburst.
His gaze flicks to yours and he doesn’t even look the least bit sorry, on the contrary he looks…amused? You’re too angry to decipher whatever emotion is on his face right now, clutching the hatbox like it’s a wounded animal.
"I sincerely apologize, Miss," he says, voice even with his tone betraying nothing. "But I implore you—please refrain from using such words with the staff."
Your spine straightens ever so slowly, your fingers tighten around the box. "Excuse me?"
You blink, absolutely stunned, you’re certain you must’ve misheard him, but then he doesn’t waver.
"Please," he says again, "do not speak to the hotel staff in that manner."
You're silent for a beat cause you can’t believe your ears and the audacity of this fucking bellhop. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
He barely flinches at your screeching, just stands there with his hands on the luggage cart and his eyes on yours, maddeningly calm.
"We aim to cultivate a respectful relationship between guests and staff here," he replies smoothly, "and I won't allow the people under my supervision to be spoken to like that."
The words are like a slap like across your face. Under his supervision?
You clench your jaw, trying desperately to quench the heat rising behind your eyes from pure rage. "You're just a fucking bellhop." You hiss the words out, venom dripping from every syllable, clearly in an attempt to degrade him in some way.
You can’t believe he’s still managing to meet your glare without any form of hesitation. "That I am," he says coolly.
You're absolutely seething now. "I'm going to get you fired."
It's not an empty threat, you’ve gotten people fired for less, but there’s something in the way he’s looking at you, like he doesn’t care and that’s what’s enraging you the most.
You don't even know when you start pacing and muttering insults to yourself the moment he shut the door, fueled purely by adrenaline and your pride that’s been wounded.
"Who the fuck does he think he is? A bellhop. A fucking bellhop lecturing me."
You snatch a bottle of water off the minibar, nearly breaking the cap trying to open it. "I'm not wrong. I'm a fucking heiress. I don't get talked to like that. I don't get corrected."
You pace faster, heat simmering under your skin. "The sheer audacity—I should ruin his life."
A knock at the door comes sharp and polite. You whip around, eyes narrowing as you march towards it.
"Dani," you hiss, yanking the door open and lock eyes with her calm ones, she’s looking too at ease with not even a single strand of her perfectly blown out hair out of place and there’s an older man standing next to her in a crisp suit.
And just behind him, him. The fucking bellhop, the sight of him makes the tension inside you snaplike a rubber band stretched too tight.
Dani's voice is light as she speaks, almost condescending even, as if you were a toddler about to throw a tantrum. "Y/N, sweetheart, this is Mr Lew—the hotel's general manager. He came personally to apologize for any inconvenience earlier."
You say nothing, you stay staring at the bellhop and sense Mr Lew step forward with his hands clasped.
"Miss Y/L/N, I want to extend my sincerest apologies on behalf of our staff. This is Mr. Park Sunghoon—one of our senior bellhops. He's been reminded of the appropriate conduct with our valued guests."
You blink at his words. Reminded? He's being let off with a warning?
The bellhop—Sunghoon's expression is, bored, like he can't be bothered with this drama, as though this whole situation is a waste of his precious time.
"I trust there won't be any further issues," the manager adds with a tight smile, but it does nothing cause your pride and your temper—they’re both boiling over.
You're speechless, because the bellhop wasn’t looking at before but now that he is, it’s not just bored anymore, it’s dismissive. Like you're a bratty little problem that isn't even worth his breath.
Does he know who you are?
"I want to hear it from him."
Dani makes a sound that seems like a groan but also a sigh, "Y/N," she warns, voice low. "Please. Can we not—"
"No," you snap, eyes never leaving the bellhop. "He insulted me. He can apologize properly."
Mr Lew clears his throat awkwardly. Mr Park Sunghoon doesn't flinch, but you see the tightening of his jaw and the way his hands flex briefly behind his back.
"I'm waiting," you say smiling.
"Y/N, God," Dani mutters, massaging her temple.
You ignore her, because this is between you and him now. His voice is low, so low you almost don’t hear the words coming out of his mouth, his jaw is clenched so tight you're surprised it doesn't crack.
"I apologize for my earlier conduct, Miss Y/L/N." It's entirely empty, robotic even and it makes your smile widen.
"That's better," you purr, just to watch in satisfaction the flicker of rage in his eyes again.
Dani claps her hands together sharply. "Great! That's settled. Let's all move on with our lives, shall we?" She turns to the manager, giving him a look that begs for this to end.
He nods hastily, already retreating. "If you need anything else, Miss Y/L/N, please don't hesitate—"
"Actually," you cheerily cut in, strolling over to the minibar with dramatic flair, picking up the wine bottle and holding it up like evidence at a crime scene.
"No glasses," you say flatly. "Am I meant to drink straight from the bottle?"
Dani's fourth or fifth groan of the conversation is audible behind you. "Oh my god, seriously?"
You glance over your shoulder, "I'm just saying. It's basic hospitality." You turn to Mr Lew again, smile sugary sweet.
"Send someone up with glasses."
"Actually no, send him."
His eyes narrow, but he doesn't speak.
Mr Lew glances nervously between you and Dani. "Of course, Miss Y/L/N."
Dani gives you a long look, it’s exasperated and she's probably given you the same look a million times since childhood, but she turns to leave anyway, with the two men in tow.
The goes quiet again once they're gone, the silence might be the sweetest sound in the world. You drop to the couch with a kitty like stretch, toes flexing against the plush carpet and you can feel the satisfaction blooming in your chest like a fire being fanned. Dani's face red with embarrassment and pinched with frustration lingers in your mind, you almost laugh to yourself.
She always thinks she can swoop in and smooth things over, always assumes you'll cave because she's the "responsible one." It's honestly insane how she hasn’t learnt that you don't bend for her, or anyone even.
And certainly not for some fucking bellhop.
Your lips curl when you remember the look on Sunghoon's face as he forced those words out. So flat and begrudging, so carefully restrained. You could practically see the muscle twitching in his jaw as he tried to choke it down, and it thrilled you. There's something so incredibly intoxicating about men like him—the ones who think they can stand taller than you, talk down to you, dismiss you like you're just another spoiled brat. You love nothing more than taking that condescension flipping it on its head and watching them squirm when they realize you're untouchable.
You've done it before. At restaurants, boutiques, flights, honestly anywhere someone dared to test the boundaries of your patience or treat you as anything less than royalty. You've perfected it into an art, the stare that makes people quake, the voice that sharpens, the carefully chosen words that remind them exactly who you are and what they owe you.
And Sunghoon is no damn exception.
You shift on the couch, resting your chin on your hand, letting your mind wander to the inevitable moment when he knocks again. He has no choice but to face you again and bring you what you want like the servant he is. The thought makes you warm all over as you can already picture the scene, him standing there, stiff with the tray in hand, burning with a quiet fury he can't show.
You draw out the anticipation, tapping your fingers lazily against your knee, reveling in the quiet power pulsing through you. You don't just like putting people in their place, you thrive on it in a sick way. Watching someone as stoic as Sunghoon bend, even just slightly feeds something deep in you, something close to a hunger that never really dies down.
When the knock finally comes, you don't jump. You don't even move at first, you sit there smiling to yourself, letting the sound echo once more through the room before you rise, deliberately slow, smoothing the hem of your dress as though you're preparing for a performance.
You open the door to see him standing there in his pressed uniform, tray balanced carefully in his hand, two gleaming glasses set perfectly on it. You lean against the doorframe, smile spreading slow and deliberate.
"Took you long enough."
You speak sharply before even letting him step past the threshold, perched against the doorframe with your chin title high and your tone as haughty as the curve of your mouth.
"Here are the glasses you requested," he says, ignoring your words like they bounce off his skin without so much as leaving a mark. He looks toward the tray balanced effortlessly in his hand. "May I come in to set them down?"
You hate that he asks to that, that he doesn't presume or stumble, he doesn't bend to your sharpness. You want him so flustered and shaken, even burning red with humiliation. Instead, he's so steady, it has your teeth clenched.
"Fine." You shift aside with an annoyed flick of your hand, giving him entrance like you're the queen of some throne room instead of just another spoiled girl in a Balinese hotel suite.
He walks in with that same maddening precision as before, every step of his is measured, his posture is flawless. He sets the tray down on the marble counter without a single clink, as if even the glassware obeys him.
"I apologize again for earlier," he says simply when he straightens, hands folded in front of him, eyes fixed straight ahead. And then, as if that closes the matter entirely, he moves to leave.
The sound of his retreating footsteps moving past you sparks something ugly in your chest. The sheer gall of him—walking in here, dropping his stupid little tray, throwing you a half hearted apology like it's a bone meant to pacify you, and then just leaving.
No.
Absolutely not.
Your hand moves before you even think it through. One delicate push against the rim of the nearest glass and it tips off the edge, letting gravity do the rest. The shatter is absolutely exquisite, the crystal colliding with the floor in a violent crash that tears through the silence, echoing through the suite like a gun being fired.
It stops him cold.
You see his spine stiffen mid step, a pause in the rhythm of his departure. He turns his head slowly, just enough to glance back over his shoulder, and when your eyes lock, you feel the air in the room shift.
Anger moves through the calm mask on his face, just a second too quick for him to catch as his nostrils flare, and your lips curl into a smile.
"Oops," you purr, not even trying to feign innocence. "Guess you'll have to clean that up, won't you?"
You sit back on the armrest of the sofa, watching him like a cat who’s finally cornered her prey.
He stares at the broken glass for a long time, lips pressed into a tight line.
"I'll call housekeeping to come clean this up." He says and literally every syllable is weighed down with a withering amount of restraint.
He thinks he can sidestep you, thinks he can hold his dignity intact and walk out untouched and you’ll let him.
You tilt your head, lashes batting as you lace your voice with a false sweetness. "Call someone? To deal with this little mess?" You press a finger to your mouth in mock thought, intentionally looking at the scattered glass on the floor.
"That seems rather unnecessary, don’t you think? I'm sure a broom and dustpan are tucked away somewhere in the bathroom. Why bother another poor staff member when you're already right here?"
You’re so sure you can pinpoint exactly when his composure wavers, there’s a faint twitch in his fingers where they are by his sides, his shoulders square tighter, almost preparing for your provocation.
And God, it thrills you.
Was it even about the glass? No. It’s about the dynamic, it’s the delicious reminder that you can demand, prod, even push all you want and men like him will either bend or break.
You let the silence stretch, your smile curling down wicked at the corners. "Go on then," you add softly, almost a coo. "Don't be shy. Show me how well you can clean up after me."
The scrape of the broom against tile echoes from the bathroom, followed by the soft clatter of plastic as he returns with a dustpan. You can’t help but watch him.
The crisp uniform does so little to hide the way his shoulders fill out the jacket so perfectly, tapering into a trim waist. His sleeves strain slightly at his forearms as he kneels to sweep the shards into a neat pile,
His sharp jawline, high cheekbones, lips pressed firm in concentration. His hair, parted just slightly, looks like it should be styled for an editorial photoshoot, not tucked under the title of bellhop.
He is, infuriatingly, handsome.
It makes Dani’s words creep back into your mind uninvited, “You could at least try slumming it once.”
“Date a bartender. A barista. A fucking dog walker. Just to feel something.”
A bellhop?
The thought makes your stomach turn, you’re an heiress for crying out loud. Men like him aren't options, they're furniture at best. But something still stirs in your chest as you watch the clean line of his throat shift when he swallows, the way his fingers curl steady around the broom handle.
If—if—you were ever to debase yourself, to let someone beneath you touch you in such a way, he wouldn't be the worst choice. You'd never, of course. But still.
The cryptic words slip past your lips before you can stop them. "You'd be a good fuck...if you weren't such an asshole."
The broom in his hands stills, his head lifting slowly, dark eyes snapping to yours, sharp enough to cut.
"Excuse me?" His tone is measured, but it drops low and edged and that makes a little heat prickle at the back of your neck.
You smile attempting to be smug, maybe as unbothered as him too. "I said, if I fucked lowlifes, you'd be one of them."
The corner of his mouth twitches—Is that a smile? He lets out a low chuckle, the sound dark and amused, and leans just slightly on the broom handle.
"You?" His drags his eyes slowly over you, as though he's peeling back layers you never granted him permission to see. "You wouldn't last a minute."
Your head snaps toward him, offense flaring hot in your chest.
"What the fuck do you mean by that?"
The question leaves your lips before you can rein it in, because how dare he suggest—
"I've seen a hundred of you," Sunghoon says flatly, like he's reciting a fact and not an opinion. His eyes don't waver as he sweeps the last shards of the broken glass into the pan, then stands with a deliberate slowness, meeting your eyes head on. "Bratty little heiresses who've never been touched by a real man before. Sheltered. Pampered. Trust fund babies with too much money and too little experience."
The words strike like open handed slaps, each one way harsher than the last, you almost think you don't deserve it.
There's the tiniest hint of a smirk curling at his lips. "If I were to fuck you..." He starts. "...I'd permanently change your views on sex."
Your stomach twists, molten heat licking its way down your spine like lava, but your pride surges higher, choking the reaction in your throat.
"Too bad," he adds with mock sympathy, wiping his palms slowly on a folded cloth. "You don't fuck lowlifes."
He flings your words back at you, the echo of your own insult and you have to admit it lands deep.
He makes no effort to even wait for you to respond, not even the courtesy of a glance back as he walks to the door. His hand closes around the handle and for a fleeting moment you're frozen, watching the shape of his back, the frustrating calm in every line of his body.
Like somehow he gets the last word, like he decides when this ends.
Your anger clouds your senses and the second glass is in your hand before you even think, and then it's flying, shattering against the wall inches from his head, the sound sharp enough to slice through the quiet. Shards rain down onto the carpet.
"You can't walk out on me!" Your voice rips from your throat, hysterical and shrill enough that it shocks even you. "Do you hear me? You do not get to walk out on me!"
It's bratty, you know but you don't care—because it's the truth. For once, someone is refusing to bend to you and it makes something inside you splinter with fury.
The glass shattering so close to his head and missing him just by a few centimeters doesn’t seem to faze him.
He just stands there, shoulders rising and falling with one long breath, before tilting his head to look at you. The look he gives you isn’t even fear or anger, it’s an assessing stare, similar to watching a spoiled child thrash on the floor of a toy store and it only makes you want to scream louder.
You watch his hand slip from the door handle and his whole body turn to face you. You can see his patience fraying.
"Miss," he says with an even voice, "refrain from any form of violence against the staff. Once was enough."
The words are like a warning wrapped in civility, and it actually makes you stagger back a step. Not from fear but from the sheer audacity of him correcting you. Again.
"You think you know me?" you snap, a hysterical laugh bubbling out. "You think I've never been fucked before? Please. I've been with men who—who know exactly what to do with me. Men who could break you in half and—"
His amused laugh cuts you off in a way that almost feels like a slap. "Sure you have, pretty thing." He drawls, you watch his gaze drag down your body again before snapping back up to your eyes.
The mockery in it makes your whole face burn, a mix of humiliation and something you refuse to acknowledge with a name.
His words are so condescending but so smooth and the look in his eyes—God, he doesn’t even believe you.
You feel yourself shudder as your voice raises. "I have! Been fucked good. Men who—"
"—kissed your hand goodnight and tucked you in?" he interrupts, tilting his head like he's actually curious. "Or men who got you drunk at some fundraiser and left you unsatisfied in the back of daddy’s car?"
You open your mouth to fire back, but he steps forward
"Y-you don't know anything about me," you bite out, voice wavering despite yourself.
"I know enough. You wouldn't be screaming at me like this if any of those men you're so proud of had actually fucked you good."
It hits like a punch, the breath caught in your throat and when he sees you can't think of anything to say, when you just stand there shaking with rage, he chuckles under his breath and shakes his head.
"Didn't think so."
Your lips are parted with the half formed comeback you can't even drag to your tongue, he's closer now, too close even. His shadow falls over you, his height swallowing your whole frame.
"Shaking," he murmurs smugly. "But not walking away. Not calling for security. Not throwing another glass."
"I'm not—"
"You are." He shamelessly looks you over. "You're seething, ready to claw my eyes out. And yet...here you stand. Letting me read you like a book."
Your nails bite crescents into your palms, you hate this fucking bellhop, you hate that he's right, you hate the warmth pooling in your stomach with every word of his.
He’s so close now that if you leaned up even just half an inch you’d be kissing the goddamn bellhop. What the fuck is happening? Why do you want to lean up? Why do you actually lean up? Just slightly that you almost kiss him only that he pulls back at the last moment, your breath goes uneven, shame biting at your ribs.
"Unbelievable." His grin cuts you open. "I'm insulting you, tearing you apart—and you're trying to kiss me?"
"I wasn't—"
"You were." He leans in again, deliberately close, his lips ghosting the edge of your cheek before pulling away once more. "You wanted me to."
Your chest heaves, words stammering. "You're—you're fucking delusional—"
"Oh, princess," he croons, wicked, "if anyone here is delusional, it's you. Standing there, pretending you don't want the same man you just called a lowlife to put you in your place."
"Pathetic. All that privilege, that attitude, at the end of the day you're nothing but a fucking brat begging for attention."
"Truly pathetic, Miss Y/n" he says it so slowly you know he’s savoring speaking to you like this.
"All you have to do is ask. Three little words. Please fuck me."
The audacity of him, the way the syllables drip off his tongue, they sound like something you swore you'd never let infect you.
"Never," you say through your teeth.
He shrugs. "Then this is over." He turns, walking back to the door as if your fury, as if your very existence in that moment means nothing to him.
It breaks you open, because all of a sudden, it isn’t just him you’re fighting. It's Dani's voice echoing about getting laid in your skull again. It's your father's looming shadow, the man who raised you to believe every inch of the world was beneath your feet, who would probably disown you if he knew you were even thinking about begging a fucking bellhop.
It's the tens and twenties of glossy, empty faces of men in your circle. Polished trust fund sons with limp handshakes and even colder beds. Not one of them ever able to make you feel this humiliated and alive.
Your pride screams no, it really does. Every part of your upbringing shrieks to slam the door behind him, call Dani, demand another glass of wine and a new bellhop who'll bow low and never look you in the eye.
But your body— it fucking body betrays you. Your thighs press together, making you burn up with something that feels like desire in disguise.
And before you can stop yourself or have thoughts of rethinking your decision, the words are spilling out of you, completely broken around your pride.
"Please..." Your throat almost closes on the word. You swallow hard, force the rest out. "...fuck me."
The silence that follows is so unbearable, you start to feel regret blooming in your stomach. The weight of it claws at you from inside, hot and humiliating, like you've just set fire to the perfect little cage you've always kept yourself in.
"There she is," Sunghoon says, savoring it, dragging the sound of victory out slow. "I knew I could break you."
You fully expect him to gloat, maybe even grin with pride but he doesn’t, he just studies you before speaking again once he’s right in front of you. "Get on your knees."
You scoff instantly and an ugly laugh bursts right out of you. "You've lost your fucking mind."
Something in you makes you think he’s not going to argue or even repeat himself and he doesn’t, he keeps looking at you, steadily, in the silence of the room like he has all the time in the world just to watch you unravel.
The longer he waits, the hotter your skin burns. The more impossible it feels to stand there with your arms crossed, pretending you don't understand exactly what he's doing to you.
You feel your heart pounding in your ears and then you move, slowly like you’re resisting ever more, you lower yourself. Your knees press against the plush carpet, your chin is tipped high, in an attempt to hold onto the scraps of your dignity, but you're kneeling all the same.
"You're fucking stunning, you know that?"
The words slam into you harder than his insults ever did. Fucking Stunning? A gasp leaves your lips before you can stop it, your eyes widen and you feel your chest tighten a little at the warmth in his tone. It completely disarms you and now you feel exposed.
In this position your face to face with his crotch and you can’t stop yourself from looking at it. There’s the thick line of his cock straining against the front of his slacks. It looks heavy and your stomach twist at the knowledge that it’s for you. Is it the sight of you on your knees for him?
"Do you want to touch me?" His voice dips lower.
You’re staring and you hate it, you hate the heat you feel between your legs, your hands even twitch like they want to reach for him.
You nod and your hand moves, fingers brushing the sharp line of his zipper. The heat radiates through the fabric, thick and undeniable. Somehow, you’re not at all shocked—of course you're not. A bellhop with this much arrogance, this much calm command, couldn't possibly have a small dick.
In fact if he had turned out to be small, you would’ve felt within your rights to slap him across his beautiful face.
Your fingertips trace the length of him, tentative at first, then bolder when he doesn't stop you. The shape alone makes your stomach flip, your thighs press tighter together.
"Mm." His voice rumbles above you, almost warning. "You're sure you want this?"
You look up, your pride wanting to roll your eyes, your body betraying you with the way you nod too fast.
"I'm not gonna be gentle." His gaze is steady, unblinking, like he's promising something brutal.
You nod again, feeling a bit of shame at how easily you fold.
His smirk seems so satisfied. "Then take me out."
The commanding words hang so heavy in the air, so electric. Your fingers fumble at his belt, the quiet jingle of metal almost as loud as your heartbeat in your ears. His eyes don’t leave your face as you drag the zipper down, the heat of him pressing against your palm through the last thin barrier of his briefs.
You slip one hand past the waistband of them, the other one shyly tugs at them. He’s heavy, really heavy and hardening further with every beat of your pulse.
He tilts his head, watching you intently. "There you go," he murmurs. "That's it. Touch me like you've been dying to since I walked in."
Your cheeks burn, you even want to deny it, to spit something cruel, but your hand gives you away, stroking him now that you’ve managed to get his cock out fully.
His hand closes around your wrist firmly, you think he’s about to move you off him but he doesn’t, he tilts your chin up instead, making you meet his eyes.
"Open."
You shock even yourself with how easily you obey, the smile on his face is enough to let you know he thinks there isn’t a thought behind your eyes.
"There we go." His thumb drags across your lower lip, then he presses the head of his cock against your tongue. "That's better. Obedience truly does suit you, angel."
The praise sinks in so deep, it fills out a space you had no idea you had. Something desperate and very foreign grows inside you. You want more—you want him to want more.
You sink forward, reckless, your mouth stretching wide as you take more of his cock in. It's intoxicating, you already feel drunk on the taste of him on your tongue. You push yourself too quickly, driven by the near crippling urge to prove yourself, to make him happy, to be good for him.
You want him to praise you but all you get in return is a laugh, "Woah, woah," Sunghoon drawls, fingers flexing in your hair trying to halt your frantic pace. "Slow down. It's not a straw, princess."
The embarrassment you feel only makes you cling to him tighter.
"Eager little thing," he teases, rocking his hips just enough to feel your throat twitch around him. "Rich girls don't usually try this hard. You trying to impress me, hm?"
His words sting a little, but his hand guiding your head feels like gravity itself—you can't fight it, you don’t bother.
He slides his hand up the back of your head, fingers threaded in the roots of your hair like a leash. "Breathe through your nose. Slow and don't fucking gag." He teaches you, each word as authoritative as the last.
He guides you gently, pushing you, titling your head and in return your lips around his cock that’s not dripping with your saliva and his precum. Your pride melts under his instructions, the obedience tastes oddly sweet. You want him to like it.
When he lets out a low moan, you’re one hundred percent sure is involuntary—it hits you like touching a live wire. You whimper a little, and he freezes, eyes halfway closed, the sound in his chest turning amused.
"Oh?" he says, you can hear the smile in his voice. "You have a praise kink, princess?"
Your mouth keeps eagerly working around him, desperate for another moan. You make a small, dumb noise that’s just pure curiosity before pulling your mouth from him. "W-what's that?" you force out between wet breathes.
"Poor thing," he murmurs, amusement folding into something else. "So clueless." His fingers tighten slightly at the base of your skull. "Keep sucking. You’re doing so good."
You immediately wrap your lips around him again, you don’t expect the sting of a slap on your cheek but you also don’t expect to like it so much. "Come on. You can open up wider for me."
"That's it," he grunts, and the praise is an unexpected drug, it's so addictive. "Daddy's little heiress. On her knees, sucking the goddamn bellhop's cock."
You whine at his words, thinking of what your father would think, but the taste of him on your tongue and trailing into your throat knocks all the thoughts out of your mind.
"Oh—Shit. You tryna make me cum, doll?" He asks through a laugh, you don't even realize he's moved his shoe clad foot between your legs, you don't even know what in you makes you think to hump it—but you do. Your panties are so wet as you start to slide your pussy back and forth on his perfectly polished shoe.
"Such a perfect cock whore." You're a mess now, tears on your cheeks and drool on your chin. "So messy. You're humping my shoe?"
"I'm close, angel." he warns. "Keep going. Down your throat."
"Fuck."
You continue, swallowing around the thickness of his cock, tasting him, tasting your own surrender too. The shame is a hot cloak you wear like a crown as you work to give him what he needs, sucking and licking the best you can.
He pulls free with a soft curse, pumping his cock in his hand and moaning through his clenched teeth. You kneel there completely unsure of what's coming but utterly mesmerized by the view above you. When you feel the hot wetness of his cum splattering across your face, the first sound you makes is a raw gasp, from outrage.
But he keeps going and the first sound you make is a raw, involuntary gasp from outrage and shock, you even start to splutter cause his cum seems to be endless hitting your face—over your eyelids, your lips and even your hair. He's moaning through it and your mouth is open around nothing, your throat raw from taking his cock all while his cum is beading and running down your chin, warm and humiliating. You feel the world narrowing to the slick weight on your skin and the frantic beat of your heart.
You're ready to scream at him, feeling so much anger at the audacity of him to use you like that but his voice cuts through to you, uncompromising like there's no room for options. "Say 'Thank you Sunghoon, for giving me your cum.'"
"Say it," he orders, not shouting but with that same quiet authority that demolished your defenses earlier.
"What?" You try to spit, to shout, your eyes even scan for anything you can throw at him again. How dare he? Your brain scrambles—father, reputation, Dani's ridiculous grin, the glittering life you would never, ever let be public like this. Your pride immediately claws up your throat, how dare he make you beg for that?How dare you even want it?
He leans forward just enough so you can't ignore him since he's right in front of you, his breath ghosts across your cheek. "Say thank you, Sunghoon," he says, one finger tilting your chin up so you have no choice but to lock eyes with him. "Say, 'Thank you, Sunghoon, for giving me your cum.'"
Everything inside you splits, part of you wants to vomit the taste of the words from the back of your throat, part of you wants to melt into his command and never come up for air. You picture your father's face, the hush of a gala, the way your name is always spoken like a thing on a pedestal. You tell yourself you won't be reduced. You're not that kind of girl. You don't say thank you for such disgusting things but somehow your lips move, they tremble with humiliation so hot it's licking at reason.
"Thank you," you croak, the word nearly swallowed by the wetness on your chin. Your throat is rough and raw with the sound. "Thank you, Sunghoon, for giving me your cum."
He watches you, eyes dark and almost fond, as if this admission is some small, private trophy. The corner of his mouth quirks, you can see the satisfied, almost amused softness in it that makes your stomach drop and your pulse stutter like you just took one long, fatal step.
"Good girl," he breathes, there's no tenderness, it's only the kind of praise that pins you further beneath him. For a beat you're left with nothing but the burn of shame and the ridiculous but undeniable ache that's thrummed through you since he first spoke.
You wanted to be untouchable, you somehow still want to believe you’re above this. But the salt on your skin, the sound of your own voice so obedient and ashamed, proves otherwise. And even as outrage sinks hot behind your ribs, another, quieter thing settles in, something similar to a dangerous, aching satisfaction that you'll be ashamed to admit later.
He slowly sits on the edge of the mattress, one knee splayed, that long lean silhouette that’s hard to look away from. One hand is stroking his cock so deliberately, you can feel the strokes in your teeth almost and you can’t help but notice that he’s stayed hard, absolutely no sign of softening even with the amount of cum put on your face. The sound of him stroking himself is obscene in the quiet room, a mix of your saliva and his arousal, you kneel there watching him—a punctuation to your humiliation.
"Take your clothes off," he says in a way that feels like a law.
You do it immediately because you asked for this, you begged for it even, because you're suddenly dizzy with want and shame braided together. You shrug your top off first, the designer fabric slips off your skin so easily, like silk against your skin. You tease, purposely slow, letting the garment slide just enough to leave the ridge of your bra visible, then yank it over your head with a practiced little toss, all in an attempt to regain some semblance of control in this situation.
Your skirt is off next, you unfasten the zipper at the side and hope he doesn’t notice you’re hands are shaking, hip cocked like some caricature of seduction until you step out of it and the hem pools around your ankles. For a breath you consider keeping your bra on, to leave something private for yourself but your pride pushes you to an audacious, maybe even childish move—you take the bra off fling it at him, a wet, careless arc meant to be sexy and defiant at once, like his cum isn’t smeared on your face right now.
He catches it without effort though, one hand snapping out as if catching cigarette ash. His laugh is a low thing, amused and sharp. He dangles it in his fingers by the straps like it's an afterthought, and the way his eyes rake you from head to toe makes your skin flare with heat.
"Expensive?" he asks, voice edged with mock curiosity. "Worth the price tag?"
"Of course," you croak, and the word comes out thin, embarrassed and true. "Expensive for the likes of you, probably."
He snorts, amused. "You still think you can degrade me? I love that, really. All that pride intact like the bellhop's cum isn't caking in your hair." He tucks the bra under his thigh like a trophy and pats the mattress on the space behind. "You gonna get on bed? Or you wanna give me a cost breakdown of every piece of clothing you just took off?"
Your obedience tastes like relief now, so you walk up to the edge of the mattress and raise your knee to lean on it. Your knees dip into the mattress, the soft spring cool against your skin. He watches your face and you know he can see the uncertainty in your eyes, what position am I meant to be in?
He chuckles at your cluelessness, "Need me to position you too?" The way he says it, makes you feel like the spoiled child you've always been, having everything done for you.
"What position did the men that fucked you so good have you in then?" He teases, moving closer and grabbing you by your neck, leaning in so close you think he's about to kiss you, but instead he shoves your face into the mattress. Your palms flatten and clutch at the sheets. Oh, this position?
It's so degrading, his palm smooths down your bareback, pushing you to arch deeper, your panty clad ass high in the air. "There," he says caressing you all over, "Don't you look pretty like this? Messy."
"Stretch out your arms," he orders, the slightest bark of impatience. "And don't move unless I tell you to."
The bed is a stage and you're undoubtedly the performer stripped bare. You press your palms flat to the sheets and lift your chin, waiting for him to decide exactly how much of you he will take and how much of yourself you'll surrender in return. He huffs a low, predatory laugh and rises from the edge of the bed, stepping behind you. Your hands press against the sheets instinctively as he hovers, and for a moment the energy in the room crushes the last shred of your pride. How much pride can you possibly have in this position?
"Stay still," he murmurs, noticing you're fidgeting, the arms he told you to keep stretched out are shifting between curling against your face and obeying his order. You feel his hands glide over your hips, gripping, thumbs brushing along the sensitive swell of your ass. "I said stay still, princess."
You feel his breath against your cunt, the only thing separating his mouth from where you're absolutely aching is your soaked lace panty, you press your chest to the sheets in anticipation. Your back arches even further and you have no idea how you manage to contain your whimper when you feel him kiss your clit, he laughs at your pathetic reaction, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them down so slowly you're sure he's trying to torture you.
"Wonder what has you this wet, angel." He says when the last fabric of your clothing is left bunched up at your bent knees. That cry that's been lodged at the back of your throat, tears out when he suddenly spread your cheeks apart and latches his lips to your dripping pussy, "Oh!"
He groans low and hot, almost at the taste of you, his fingers tangling in your hair at the nape of your neck as he leans fully into you. You don't know why you expected the first few seconds to be him giving you tender flicks of his tongue, there's nothing like that present—he is immediately eating your pussy, tongue pushing in, sucking on your clit so deliciously. You can't help the way your palms smack against the mattress, "Fuck! N-No!" You scream, reaching back, trying to push at his head, but he just grabs it and pins it to your back.
Your feet start to kick, it's too much. Every sloppy, messy move of his lips and tongue drags you closer to surrender.
"Now who knew bratty heiress tasted this good?" He says against you, voice muffled against your stupidly soaked folds. The words alone make you shiver, your thighs tightening reflexively, and the sensation of him damn near making out with your pussy is so intense, so consuming, that every rational thought falls away. You're reduced to gasps, moans, little whimpers, all the control you'd barely managed to cling to evaporating with every lick and suck of his mouth in your sensitive pussy.
You feel the hand groping the flesh of your ass lift but you don’t expect the hand to come right back down your cheek. He just spanked me, you think. "You’re not staying very still, you know?" "Not very obedient. What me to stop?" He says, mouth completely off you now. "No! I’m so—Please don’t." You can barely even get the words out but he gets the message anyway.
"Then stay still."
You choke out a noise, something between a whimper and a plea, and it only makes him laugh against your skin, where he kisses the curve of your ass. The power he wields is intoxicating, and the humiliation of being owned and reduced to pure sensation? You’re absolutely drunk on it.
Your back suddenly hits the mattress and it takes you a minute to realize he's flipped you over, he's hovering over you now, you whimper when his fingers twist at your erect nipple, "These real? Or you payed for them?" You gasp at the question, why would he think that? Is it a compliment?
"They're real." You mumble and he hums, "Big perfect titties. Aren't you a lucky girl?" He says as he dips his head between your thighs again, fingers active now. His thumb rubs at your clit and he grunts when you try to close your legs, he uses his other hand to keep you open.
His index finger rubs at your opening and you bristle, he pushes it in and sucks your clit into his mouth, it feels like a most welcome invasion. His one finger has you feeling so full already with how thick it is, you tremble when his finger dips upwards to that particular spot you could never quite reach on your own.
"See, now I don't believe you about all those guys you claim you fucked." "Look how you're clenching on just one finger, angel."
You're dizzy with embarrassment, you can't help it, you don't even realize you're tilting your hips up greedily searching for more. Through your blurry vision you see his head dip again, you mewl when his tongue laps at your swollen clit, mixed with the sensation of his finger hitting just right—you’re embarrassed by how fast you’re about to cum.
"I—I’m gon c—Ah!" Where are your damn words? Why are you so suddenly so speechless?
If he hears your jumbled words, he doesn’t care, in fact he seems to ignore everything else right now, his only focus is your cunt, he’s lapping away, switching between insane licks against your clit and sucking it into his mouth, all while his one finger is about to push you over the edge.
If he feels your hands tugging him closer and pushing him away at the same time, he doesn’t care. But right when you’re on the edge, about to tip over into what you know will be an explosive orgasm, all sensations completely disappear.
"No! Why?!"
He moves his body, hand pumping his hardened cock as he leans over you, "All that shit you said to me, and you think I’m gonna let you cum that easily." "Aren’t you delusional."
You open your mouth to say something but he taps his heavy dick in your sensitive clit, "D—Don’t do that!"
He laughs at your reaction but damn sure doesn’t listen, he does it again and again and again, then he dips the bulbous head into your clenching hole. It’s like he’s giving you a taste of everything and nothing at the same time.
A few more taps at your clit before he dips back in again, deeper this time. He pulls out at thrusts up, sliding himself along your wet folds, his tip rubs at your clit in a way that has you screaming and begging. "Please! Please! Sung—."
"Shh. Your pussy’s so damn tight."
"I’m not even in yet."
Yet doesn’t last much long cause the next dip inside your cunt, isn’t shallow like you expect, he thrusts half of his length into you and if you’re being honest, it’s bigger than any other dick you’ve had. "F—Fuck! It’s so big!"
"Shit. You’re sure you’re not a virgin, angel? You’re gripping me so tight."
"You sure you can take me?" There’s an uncertainty in his voice now, a wave probably brought on by how tight your pussy is clenching around him, it’s obvious you don’t know what to do with it, or yourself.
"Yes! Yes! I can take you. Please!"
He thrusts the rest of his length into you, "So full! So full!"
"Look at you. Daddy’s perfect princess. Taking cock like a champ." He breathes the words out as his hands find the backs of your knees, pushing them up so you’re folded perfectly in half. The change in angle does something, his thrusts hit different like this and you can’t stop yourself from digging your perfect acrylic nails into his biceps.
That’s when you realize he’s still fully dressed, his pants are pulled down just enough that they don’t get in the way him fucking you silly. His white shirt is still on and you have no choice but you tug at it desperately, so suddenly aware of how bare you are, spread open and folded in half, taking cock like a champ.
He keeps pushing until your knees are at your shoulders, you feel so helpless like this. He’s found a steady pace now, slow deep thrusts that have you feeling every inch of him, every vein that runs along the sides of his thick shaft.
"Ngh, feels so good!"
"Yeah? You ever been fucked this good?" He asks, eyes glued to your face, when you shake your head no, he seems unsatisfied and responds with a particularly rough thrust, "Words."
"No! N—Never been fucked this good!"
"Yeah, that’s right."
His speed has picked up now but it’s steady all the same. The sounds are humiliating, you can hear the squelchy wetness of your pussy each time he pushes into you with that unrelenting pace. His hand moves to your hair, pulling your head down so you’re forced to look at the way your pussy takes him, you can see your walls gripping his cock and you immediately close your eyes.
"Open your fucking eyes."
You almost shake your head no but something tells you if you do he’ll stop and you’re so close to cumming that you open your eyes and look. It’s an obscene sight, you can see exactly how he’s stretching out your little pussy.
"There we go. Pretty uh?"
You wonder how he’s barely moaning, if you weren’t going stupid on his cock, you’d almost be insecure from his lack of a reaction to your body. Is he not enjoying this?
Your thoughts quickly fly out the window when he lets out a mina of his own "Fuck, you like that?" His voice borders on the edge of a whimper that makes you wonder if he’s close too. His hand leaves where he has you folded and finds your clit again. "I’m gonna cum!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
"F—Faster Please!"
This time he’s the one listening to you, throwing his head back in a moan as his pace increases. You’re so dizzy, you’re a hundred percent sure you’re drooling out the side of your mouth, it’s just too good.
When your orgasm finally hits, it’s life changing, for a second your mind drifts back to how he said he’d permanently change your views on sex. Mission accomplished, you think. Your whole body is trembling like the orgasm itself is too big for your frame.
"Oh my God! Right there!"
Something in you had expected that he’d fuck you right through your orgasm, but he pulls out suddenly and just when you’re about to whine his fingers come down harshly against your cunt, he’s slapping your pussy and your thrashing against his hold.
Before you can even think to predict his next move, two fingers push inside you, immediately hitting that dizzying spot inside you, "Oh shit!" You scream as he fingers you roughly.
"Wait! Wait!" Your hands scramble to push his away but all that earns you is three sharp slaps to your clit and that’s all it really takes—his fingers prodding against you and the slaps against your cunt and you’re cummimg harder than you ever thought possible.
It’s evident in the wetness that gushes out of you, coating his sleeve folded at his elbow. But that doesn’t stop him, his head dips down catching the essence of your cum in his mouth, "Mm. So fucking sweet." He mumbles against you before pulling back and the next you feel is his cock stretching you out again.
"Ah! It’s too much!"
"Is it? I’m so close, angel." "Don’t I deserve to cum too?"
You nod immediately, you want him to cum too, you really do.
"That’s right. Gonna use your tight little cunt to jerk myself off." And that he does, hand in your hair, dragging you back and forth on his cock. "Agh." You hear him grunt before he pulls out, hand frantically tugging and stroking at himself. His head is thrown back and you just think he looks so beautiful, lower lip bitten as his cum coats your stomach and breasts.
"Fuck yeah."
You feel like a canvas of his own, his cum covers almost every surface he’s had access to. Your chest is heaving as he pulls away, a satisfied hum sounds from his throat. He sits back on his heels, eyes moving down your body with so much lazy arrogance that you feel your skin prickle. His hand finds your jaw, thumb swiping across your swollen bottom lip as his mouth curves into a smirk.
"You should probably shower," he taunts, a smile tugging at his lips, maybe the joke is the mess he’s made of you. "Can't have the staff walking in on an esteemed guest like this."
He stands with unhurried movements, adjusting his shirt, tucking it back into his pants. The sight of him putting himself back together while you're sprawled out and completely undone makes something painful gnaw at your stomach.
Is he about to leave?
"Wait," you say, your voice thin and breathless, the word coming out before you even think too much about it. "Where are you going?"
He pauses half way to the door, tilting his head just enough to look over his shoulder at you. The smirk returns, wider this time, as he straightens his cuffs. "What?" he drawls. "You wanna cuddle?"
You stiffen at the teasing edge in his voice, but your silence really betrays you. His amusement deepens, a quiet chuckle spilling out as he leans against the doorframe. "Didn't take you for the clingy type, princess."
You glare at him, but the effect is ruined by the faint tremor in your lips. No way you’re about to cry, why? Because the bellhop didn’t give you aftercare?
He notices the look in your eyes and you swear you see his eyes soften just a little, but it’s not enough to be called kind, it just stings.
"I do have a job, you know?" he says finally, gesturing toward the hallway with a faint shrug. "I actually work here. Bellhop, remember?"
You don't answer, you just keep watching him like maybe if you stay quiet long enough, he'll change his mind and come back, he doesn’t, he reaches for the handle instead and panic curls tighter in your chest.
"You're just gonna leave?" you manage to whisper, your voice cracking at the end.
He glances back once more, eyes catching yours, there's something that feels like a promise in them. His lips twitch again, this time into something smaller.
"Don't worry," he says, voice low and assured. "I know your room number."
You’re not sure why, but the words really do assure you, and as you watch him walk out the door, you’re so certain he’ll come back. It settles you in a kind of fucked up way. Your mind even drifts back to Dani’s words again, "Date a bartender. A barista. A fucking dog walker. Just to feel something."
You have a new one for her to add to her list. Fuck a bellhop.
hello! i saw ur post on a blog about hoonxme. just wondering if you still have the links?? i've been looking and hoping someone was able to save their fic "ps i love you"
Hey! i don’t have ps i love you but i still have a few of their stories saved!
── heeseung had an unusual ritual before every competition as a professional league of legends player. one that his ex-girlfriend could no longer fulfill for him, leaving him desperate enough to ask for your help as his best friend.
pairing! bsf!lee heeseung x fem!reader
genre! f2l, smut, porn w/ a dash of plot warnings! heeseungs a professional gamer, league of legend mention :(, oral (m & f rec), face fucking, deepthroating obv, praise? heeseung whimpers and whines here and there, masturbation (f.), unprotected sex, big dick heeseung, cum swallowing & eating oneselves cum?, overstim, lowkey the pussy made heeseung go insane, no dom/sub dynamics they just wanna freak it, hees a little awkward, weird and talkative. gooner shit.
note: minors do not interact. hello this is a rework of smth i posted on ghstzzn. it went from 3.3k words to 8.6k uhh yeah! also thank u to my wives @tinycatharsis and @prkhaven for beta reading and helping me with a lot of editing!!! i love u guys my little skrunkly omega polycule
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it’s been awhile since you’ve had heeseung linger around your apartment for hours or even days like this. between his time spent with his now ex girlfriend and his professional gaming career, you had rarely seen him. you could only rely on the occasional short lunch meetings or quick coffee runs to catch up with your best friend.
it’s not that his ex disliked you, but more so disliked that you and heeseung happened to be an extremely attractive pair of friends and hated that people would confuse you both as a couple rather than heeseung and her.
you missed your best friend, and it comforted you to know that he returned those feelings.
before heeseung had stepped foot into a relationship with his ex, he would spend half of his time at your apartment. especially when he had a competition that was near, and you found yourself smiling at the fact that nothing's changed even now.
“are you nervous?” you ask him, watching as he packs little things he left at your apartment into a small suitcase for the gaming league. it was only one city away but these sorts of things take an entire weekend.
heeseung hums, shaking his head, his grown out colored hair falling in front of his eyes, “i’m confident.” you know he’s not lying either. there’s not much you know about gaming, or specifically, league of legends—but according to your mutual friends, heeseung seems to be a god at the game. yet, he seemed so antsy about something.
“so what are you gonna do about your little pre-competition ritual,” you hope to lighten his mood, easing him of whatever that was on his mind.
“what ritual?”
you clear your throat, “oh, um. your blowjob ritual..?”
the question was asked with playful intention, but heeseung didn’t react in such a way at all. the ritual, as you called it, was something heeseung accidentally created a few years ago when he had first gone pro. his situationship at the time gave him head right before he left as a sexy goodluck and a reminder of what he had waiting for him when he got back, but that day he had carried and won the competition for his entire team.
the next year after that he had gotten with his girlfriend and had shyly asked her to suck him off, to which she agreed and it had officially become a routine for every competition, including smaller, less meaningful ones because it was that serious to him.
“you okay, hee?”
“can i ask you something?” he suddenly speaks up, voice way louder than he intended, causing the both of you to cringe at the volume. “s-sorry.. can i?”
you nod slowly, “yeah, anything. is everything okay?”
heeseung thinks for a few moments before speaking again, “it’s a little personal and it’s okay if you are uncomfortable with this and you absolutely do not have to say yes but i need to at least ask.”
“heeseung just say it.” you’re obviously nervous now, feeling like you might’ve crossed a line with your own question. the usually goofy guy in front of you now carried a dead serious expression, and it made your palms sweaty.
“can you give me a blowjob before my competition this weekend?”
your reaction comes in three stages. the both of you stare at each other in silence for about three minutes before you burst out in laughter, which also lasts about three more minutes. but when you see heeseungs straight expression turn panicked, you go completely silent again.
“wait… seriously?”
heeseung swallows before shaking his head timidly. he debated laughing along with you and passing it off as a complete joke but he felt the need to follow through. the room is silent again. your fingers subconsciously play with the zipper on his suitcase as you think about the question he just proposed to you.
your best friend, whom you’ve experienced half your life with, just asked you if you could give him head before one of his league of legends competitions so he could win. and he meant it.
what was the right answer here?
“you.. you don't have to,” heeseungs heart feels like it’s about to fall out of his chest. why on earth would he ask such a thing to his only female friend? no less, his best friend.
it was a joke. yeah, a joke! oh my god, why would i ask that, you pervert! you should’ve seen your face! you guys joke like this all the time, this is no different. he could totally play this off coolly.
“it’s fucking stupid, i know. but it seriously helps me and you know she would do it for me everytime.” he began rambling without even realizing it, heeseung’s mouth completely betrayed his mouth the second he opened it. the air is so thick with tension you would have to take a chainsaw to it. “y-you aren’t her, yeah, but i don’t know—it genuinely gets me through the competitions.”
heeseung lets out a shaky breath, “forget it. just ignore what i said.”
oh, he fucked up. why would he do that? what could he possibly do now when he could barely look you in the eye? heeseungs eyes flicker to the door. it’s less than ten feet away, i could leap off this couch and make it out of here in less than—
“well, no heeseung,” you cut him off, “i can’t just forget that you seriously asked me something like that.”
damnit. heeseungs fingers dig into his thighs. he felt nothing but shame. if you started slut shaming him right now, he wouldn’t even blame you.
“please don’t make this awkward. you can say no and we can forget this happened.”
you could tell heeseung wanted to rip his tongue out, and to see your best friend this distressed over something so silly made you want to drop everything and get rid of those feelings for him.
“i mean, i never said no, did i..?”
heeseung looks up, meeting your gaze with a shocked expression, “what?”
“yeah,” you nod, thinking over the initial question, “it doesn’t hurt to think about it. i mean, it’s not like you’re asking me to fuck you—a blowjob wouldn’t hurt us. especially if it’s going to help you.”
he blinks. heeseung might think you’re going insane, and he’s the one that asked you for the blowjob. no way you were actually considering this for him. and with the answer you gave him, he was close to picking you up and spinning you around in the living room just like every romcom.
what did he do in his past life to gain such a supportive, pretty best friend.
“so… you’ll think about it?” your best friend's voice is quiet when he asks, like he’s scared to speak up any louder. “like, seriously?”
“yeah,” nodding your head, you flash him a reassuring smile. agreeing to suck off your friend before his professional video game competition, a totally normal request.
when heeseung leaves your apartment, you immediately cuss yourself out. why the fuck would you practically agree to that? what the hell have you gotten yourself into!
but when you think about telling the boy no, your heart cracks. why? you don’t know. but what you do know is that you would rather die than look at his big sad brown eyes when you tell him you can't give him a special blowjob for his special day.
you were no pro at sucking dick, but you were dedicated to this friendship.
heeseung bounced his leg with nervousness and anticipation. you texted him that you were on the way to his hotel, which would’ve been normal and completely fine considering you attend all of his comps, but today’s not just any other day. today was different.
you never answered his question.
he wonders if maybe you forgot about it. he also hopes you didn’t forget. ever since he asked you the big question, heeseung couldn’t get you out of his mind.
every night leading up to today, he’d lie awake staring at his ceiling trying to push every image of you sitting pretty between his legs out of his mind. the feeling of his cock hardening to the thought of you made him want to dive out of the nearest window.
it’s not like he didn’t think you were hot or that the idea of being intimate with you disgusted him, but it’s the fact that he promised to never be like every other guy.
the two of you were very close. from cuddling while watching movies to holding hands in a crowded area to heeseung trying to beat up creepy men at dive bars for you (you always hear him say “you should’ve seen the other guy”) you both had a tight knit friendship. he always promised that he would never cross that line. your best friend might be a total loser but he liked to consider himself a very well mannered gentleman at the same time.
that day, he did cross that already blurred line just by asking that perverted question. yet you were still attending something that meant the world to him when you could’ve told him to fuck off and die.
heeseung was ripped away from his thoughts when he heard a few loud, uneven knocks at the hotel door.
with sweaty hands and knees that felt like jelly, heeseung grips the door knob and opens it, completely fumbling the handle and plastering the fakest smile he could muster up. “hey.” at least his voice didn’t crack. “wha-at’s up?” what the fuck.
“hi!” you hold up two bags filled with a variety of snacks with a large smile on your face, completely oblivious to the man mentally crumbling into nothing right in front of you. “i brought some stuff for this weekend.”
he clears his throat and steps to the side, letting you enter his hotel room. heeseung averts his gaze to the ceiling as you walk by him, afraid of letting his eyes linger. what if he accidentally looks at your ass?
“what time does it start today?” you ask, still unaware of the emotional distress your male best friend was going through. so nonchalant and unmoving. maybe you did forget afterall.
heeseung takes a seat at the desk in his hotel room, where he had a temporary p.c. set up in case he needed a practice game, settling his hands over his crotch because he was terrified that his dick would suddenly spring upwards if he looked at you one second too long, “uhh, it’s at six this time.”
“jeez… you guys won't be leaving until late then.” you glance at the clock and back to him. he has to leave very soon. but how do you casually start giving your best friend a blowjob within the next fifteen minutes.
“yeah, you know of all people that these things can go for hours. you’re gonna be there for the last few rounds right?”
you nod, wondering if heeseung could notice the way you’re practically gawking at him. was he always this hot? it’s stupid question when you’re fully aware of how attractive heeseung was and currently is. maybe it was the way he was dressed up for his competition tonight, or the way he leaned back on his hands and spread his legs comfortably, or it could be the small droplet of sweat dripping down his jawline onto his neck where you catch his adams apple bobbing when he swallowed.
the baggy black hoodie that you knew he was wearing by itself with nothing underneath paired with his baggy jeans that sat so perfectly on his hips. and it didn’t help that his hair was freshly dyed that dark purple color you’ve always loved on him. he’s fucking hot, why else would you agree to do any of this?
you wonder if he’s thought about this as much as you have. is he nervous? is he vocal? how long does it take for him to get hard and how big is he?
“hey,” you don’t know where the confidence is coming from, but you find yourself sliding off the bed and kneeling in front of him with your hands on his knees, “you’re gonna do great and win this, like you always do.”
heeseung almost chokes on his own spit when you suddenly slip between his legs, “wha- what are you doing..?”
“well, you did ask for my help. or did you forget?” you ask him, genuine confusion taking over your once confident one. “i-if you already changed your-“
“no!” heeseung cuts you off, grabbing your hand with his sweaty ones. “i-i mean, i still do. i just didn’t think you were down.”
you rub your other hand up his thigh, fingers mere centimeters away from his crotch area. so close to where he needs you, yet so far. “of course i am. what good are best friends if they can’t help each other out?”
heeseungs breath hitches when your hand grazes the zipper of his jeans. he lets go of your other hand and you take it as a cue to keep going.
“just let me take care of you, hee.”
and for the first time ever, that nickname made his cock twitch.
just the view he had of you sitting pretty between his thighs, hesitant but still full of confidence as you softly palmed him through his jeans was enough for him to have him leak through the material.
“can i…” you ask quietly, fingers on the button of his jeans. he nods once and gulps as you immediately pop the button open and move to the zipper. it feels like hours pass by when you slowly tug it down and pull his pants down below his hips.
you couldn’t lie to yourself and say the bulge of his hardening cock, covered by his calvin kleins, wasn’t making your mouth water a little. you push his hoodie up slightly, and the way your cold fingertips graze his lower stomach as you grab the waistband of his boxers has his stomach tensing under your touch. you let out a small gasp when his cock practically springs upwards when you finally pull them down.
your best friend is absolutely packing.
heeseung almost chuckles when he catches your reaction.
“don’t laugh.”
“i’m not.”
“i can see it!” you argue back. “you’re about to laugh!”
arguing in this scenario only made sense for the two of you. this was probably the most serious you and heeseung have ever been with each other, and it was ironic considering it’s because of his dick.
“you’re just big. i mean i- i wasn’t expecting it.”
heeseung shrugs and holds his hands up in surrender, ”was i supposed to warn you? hey, my dick’s massive so be prepared when you come over to suck me off later.”
you had to admit, that did sound very egotistical and corny. and if he said something like that, it probably would’ve turned you off.
heeseung was growing restless in the chair, trying his best not to move but it was difficult when his fully hardened dick was standing tall directly in front of your face.
“please just continue.”
“keep up that attitude, and you’re getting nothing. you know we have less than fifteen minutes.” you retort after hearing him scoff.
“i can miss rehearsals.”
“heeseu-”
“god, please let me just fuck your mouth.”
oh god. were you supposed to be this turned on? you’ve never once heard your best friend sound this desperate and horny, not for you or anyone else. and something about the breathiness in his voice made you want to do more than just suck him off.
you bite your lip and look down in his lap, taking his cock in your hand with a soft but firm grip. you lean forward and let spit slowly drip from your mouth as you start pumping him.
heeseung lets out a quiet groan and you look up at him—wide eyes that are practically asking, is this good? you continue to gently fist his cock, getting him nice and hard before you start using your mouth on him.
“i really do hope you win.” is all you say before you kiss his tip and sink your mouth onto him.
the boy is practically seeing stars. you just started and he’s already moaning like a bitch. but it felt so good, he couldn’t rip his gaze from you, focused on the way your lips wrap around him tightly and the way your cheeks hollow out as you literally suck him in.
“fuck, like that…” his hand finds sanctuary wrapped around your hair, not yet pushing you down on his cock completely, but more so as guidance.
you let go of his cock with a pop and continue pumping him with your fist, licking the underside of his base while looking directly into his beautiful blown out brown eyes. heeseung lets out a groan and his head falls back against the chair, making him look somehow sexier than before.
“you don’t have to hold back heeseung,” you mumble, but the lust was evident in your tone. “don’t be gentle, this is all for you.”
“holy fuck, please don’t say that.” you giggle at his response and smile against his tip, smearing his precum across your lips before taking him back into your mouth. heeseung grips your hair tighter and pushes you further down his cock per your request. he can hear you inhale deeply through your nose as you attempt to take all of him. but of course you couldn’t without sacrificing your throat.
you stroke what you can’t fit and let heeseungs hand guide you up and down his cock. he uses all self control to not thrust into your mouth. heeseung hisses through his teeth every time your lips tighten around the tip of his dick, feeling somewhat more sensitive than he usually is. which he couldn’t find in himself to even be embarrassed.
a guttural moan rips from his throat when your hand comes up to squeeze his balls, offering a helping hand in making him cum sooner. time was ticking and it made you anxious, but heeseung did not have a single care in the world, especially after what you just pulled.
he almost wishes he knew how fucking good you were at giving head before all of this. your mouth was so warm, wet and tight around his cock. heeseung genuinely thinks this is one of the best blowjobs he’s ever gotten — he was on cloud fucking nine. his hips buck, suddenly pushing his cock deep inside of your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. you let out a surprised cough, but that reaction only spurs your best friend on, pushing your head down until your nose is brushing against his lower stomach.
maybe it was the fact that you’re his best friend. sure, it’s not taboo by any means, but there are lines that are never to be crossed in these sorts of relationships, but a few rules could be broken.
“oh my god,” he whines, “you’re so good at this. fuck–god, don’t stop.”
his words, his moans, his whines—they all send tingles down your spine and straight to your core. you couldn’t ignore the throbbing in your cunt for any longer.
you continue to squeeze and fondle his balls as you let heeseung completely take over and guide your head deeper down his cock, thrusting his hips upwards and meeting your mouth halfway. your other hand grips his thigh, an attempt at keeping you stable and relaxed as he abuses your throat with the tip of his cock.
the groan that leaves your mouth when he tugs your hair tighter is accidental, causing you to look up at heeseung to see how he’s holding up. he looks beautiful like this. a pink blush across his cheeks, damp forehead, and hazy red eyes. you were surely dripping through your panties now.
“yeah? you like t-this too, huh?” heeseung spits out. now you’re almost jealous of every woman he’s managed to pull, because fuck did that just turn you on even more. “want me to use your mouth however i want?”
you moan in response, nodding your head. you could easily tell he was still nervous and trying to gauge the way you respond to him, heeseung lets out a long exhale as he shoves your head down his cock again. tears line your eyes and threaten to spill over, as you try to relax your throat to take him completely.
“y-you’re taking me so well, y’know that? so good, baby.”
immediately, your hand that was once on heeseungs thigh is making its way down and into your shorts. you were soaked and you could feel it through the rough fabric.
heeseung lets out another choked moan when he notices your hand slipping inside your shorts, circling your clit as you let him use your throat as he pleased. how badly he also wished you would just take those stupid shorts off and let him see exactly what you’re doing. the boys brain short circuits when he pictures you laid out all dolled up just for him, legs spread wide as you showed him how you make yourself feel good when no one else can.
“playing with yourself while you let me use this pretty throat…” heeseung groans, lifting your head for a mere second before pushing you down his cock again. your hand tightens around his balls and he whimpers at the sudden action. “f-fuck, wait don’t do that.”
you let out a whine, tears falling down your cheeks, you were already so close and heeseung hasn’t even come yet.
heeseung gets rougher, no longer guiding your head but meeting you halfway by thrusting his hips upwards. your lips were burning and there was spit completely covering your other hand and chin. but still, you continue to suck his cock as if it were your last meal, letting him force his way down your throat.
“‘m so close. so fucking close.” now you're both whimpering. “fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum soon, baby. keep going, please, hah–you feel so fucking good.”
his words were enough for you to hit your peak, an orgasm washing over your body immediately. you’re squirming and whining, sending vibrations down heeseungs cock.
“ah, fuck,” he continues to let words fall out of his mouth in the form of broken moans, “y-yeah, ‘ts so good. feels so good. i cant—i can’t hold it.” heeseung suddenly pushes your head all the way down, your nose making contact with the soft hair at the base of his cock, and he cums.
thick, hot ropes of cum covering the back of your throat. you’re gagging and choking at the full, suffocating feeling, wanting to pull back so badly, but he doesn’t stop—not until he’s milked completely dry.
after what feels like an eternity, he lets go and you pull away, gasping and coughing but swallowing most of his cum in the process. your hands fly to your neck and you massage it while you try to catch your breath.
heeseung on the other hand was breathing heavily, unaware of your struggling breathing because he was too busy basking in the aftermath of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had.
“holy fuck.” he breathes out. his hand laid atop of where his heart was pounding in his chest, rubbing the area as if the repeated action was going to calm it down.
you look up at the male, who seemed like he was about to pass out, feeling suddenly alerted. “hee, you have to go.” your voice is raspy and weak.
“i can’t.” he responds, out of breath. “that was amazing. i literally can’t move.”
you stand up and pull him upwards with you, balancing him carefully when he stumbles forward. “seriously, you have to go… like right now!” now you’re putting his cock away for him, he hisses loudly at the roughness in which you handle it, but you ignore it and zip up his jeans. “now.”
heeseung sighs and looks down at you, holding you by the shoulders. “did you.. get off like that?”
you tighten your lips and nod hesitantly.
“good god, you’re a fucking angel.” he breathes out, wanting nothing more than to throw you down on the bed and fuck you until he physically cannot. “please, please be here when i get back, i’m literally begging you.”
you nod at him, reassuring him that you’ll be here when he’s done as you usher him out of the hotel room. “i will, hee. just go.” you suppose this is what best friends are for after all.
“and do not show up to the comp tonight or i will be hard the entire fucking time.”
the hotel door slams and it makes heeseung jump out of his skin. you rushed him out so fast that he felt like a sneaky link escaping your room so nobody would find out. except it was his room and he didn’t care if anyone knew.
heeseung pats down his front and back pockets, immediately turning around because he realized he didn’t have a single one of his necessary items on him.
a soft, hesitant knock pulls you away from the bathroom sink where you were trying to rinse the sticky coating your best friends cum left behind in the back of your throat. you pull open the door, revealing a very embarrassed heeseung with disheveled hair pushed back under his hoodie.
“what are you doing back? you literally have minutes before the event starts.” you question him. he hooks his thumbs in his pockets and kicks his foot at the carpeted hotel floor nervously.
“i.. um, i left my phone… and door key… and also my wallet.” he mutters, unable to look you in the eye. one glance at you had his dick and brain feeling all fuzzy and warm. your eyes were red from when you teared up earlier and your lips were swollen and moist. “can you please grab them?”
you nod and spin around, walking around the room as you frantically collect the items he needed. quickly, you walk towards him again, pushing everything against his chest, not caring that he was struggling to carry it all.
“go.”
“y-yes ma’am,” heeseung blurts out before walking away, not before tripping over his own feet and cursing himself out under his breath.
the event had started as soon as heeseung got down to the lobby where it was being held, being immediately ushered into a room where he waited for his team to start. he couldn’t even bother to participate in any pre-game interviews or cheers because he could not get his mind off of you.
now that he had recovered from his post orgasm bliss, the post nut clarity was hitting hard and god was he starting to feel all sorts of unwanted emotions. guilt, sadness, horniness, more sadness.
did he completely fuck up what you guys had? were you mad at him—is that why you rushed to get him out of the room?
he was overthinking everything. but he couldn’t help it. not when there was a possibility of you leaving the hotel right now and blocking his number.
as he followed his teammates out to the lobby, where the main stage was set up, his eyes scanned the area in search of you even though he told you not to show up. perhaps his message came off wrong… maybe you think you’re unwanted now. like you had one purpose and it was to–
“...lee heeseung?”
heeseung looks up, not even registering that all eyes were on him, waiting for his pre-competition speech. he stands up, almost tripping over the chair in the process before gabbing the mic from the MC with sweaty hands.
he smiles awkwardly when she side eyes him while wiping her hands on her pants and steps back, letting the camera capture the panicked male in his entirety, “uh.. yeah. th-thanks for coming out or tuning in to watch and support us once again. we won’t disappoint.”
the mic is ushered back into the MC’s hands before heeseung is quickly taking a seat again, trying to ignore all the attention. he just needs to get through this… that’s it. then he’s free to fix whatever he possibly destroyed between the two of you. if he even did such a thing.
five hours. five whole hours that heeseung had to endure before he could even think about leaving. and it was awful.
it was to the point where he had to buy merch from his own team just to get out of his soaked through hoodie because he could not stop the anxious sweating. even his teammates were concerned and asked if he needed to step down tonight, but he persisted. because honestly, he needed the distraction. even if it barely worked.
because as soon as heeseung saw a clearing, he was booking it to the elevator, ignoring the baffled stares from the press. he won, sure, but nothing was worth celebrating when he had no idea what was going through your mind right now. it seemed so, so good in the moment and he’s mentally praying that you didn’t budge. that you wanted this just as badly as he did.
standing in front of his hotel room door, heeseung practices all the dialogue outloud over and over again, gaining weird stares from the few people passing by.
“look, it was—it was good… really good and i understand if you don’t want anything more-“ he pauses as a younger couple walks behind him, obviously whispering about him. heeseung gives them a soft smile and wave. “i’m just.. just talking to myself.”
they simply nod. he rests his forehead against the wooden door and sighs. it’s now or never. he places the keycard against the metal lock and waits for it to blink green. with a hand on the knob, he counts down and turns it, pushing the door open with confidence.
except it doesn’t open. even after a few more pushes, it doesn’t budge any wider than three centimeters.
and before heeseung could even begin to think clearly, he panics instead. the door remained open as far as it could possibly go, “he-hey… you in there?” he called out with a shaky voice. there’s no response, and he couldn’t listen for any movement, not over the white noise coming from the ac unit in the room.
anxiety rises in his throat. “i get it if you think things are weird between us now… i really do.” heeseung leans his body against the door, his face right next to the opening so you could hear him clearly if you were in the room still. “i thought that you thought it was great and that you enjoyed it as much as i did. but i know i can be oblivious and maybe i read into it wrong?”
it was pathetic, really. the way his body was slumped against the door as he practically clawed at the gap revealing a sliver into the room. heeseung wasn’t even sure you were in there, and any rational thinking was left downstairs, because how else would the deadbolt be holding the door shut if you weren’t in there.
“i still want us to be friends if anything so please just.. if you’re in there please let me in so we can talk.” he shifts his weight, looking behind him in case he needs to room with one of his teammates. “if you’re not then… then i’m going insane. god i just want y-“
heeseung doesn’t even register that he’s fallen completely flat on the ground until you shout his name.
“heeseung! are you okay? why were you leaning against the door? i was trying to open it for you and-“
but your words are defeaned by the ringing in his ears, not because it hurt really fucking bad when he fell, but because he’s shocked to the core that you were kneeled in front of him.
“you’re still here…?”
you look at him in confusion and he finally pulls himself together. he notices the wet hair first, then your bare shoulders then does he finally notice the thin hotel towel wrapped around your body. oh.
“i said i’d be here… i locked the door because i was showering and was scared room service would come in.” you shyly admit to him.
“oh.”
you nod and give him a tight smile. the two of you were still on the ground and you’re not sure if it was the right moment to help him up yet.
“did you hear everything i said?”
“every word.”
“oh.”
heeseung suddenly pushes himself upwards, knocking into you and sending you falling backwards onto your ass. “oh fuck.”
“heeseung, it’s oka-“
he grabs you in an attempt to “save” you but it only causes you to panic and grab him at the same time, causing you both to fall to the ground together before you could even get back up.
and now heeseung has to try really fucking hard to not look down and stare at the towel that fell right below your tits, now only being held up by his hands on your sides.
“did you win?”
your best friend lets out a laugh, finding the question almost relieving because of how casual it was considering the situation the both of you ended up in, “of course i won.”
you smile at him, resting a hand on his chest, immediately noticing the new shirt, “so it worked.”
“it did. it worked almost too well.” his voice was low now, he was trying to study you just by your body language now. he overreacted for nothing.
you didn’t even attempt to move away from him, or wiggle out of his hold. and you continued to keep the same alluring smile on your face, not letting it falter once. you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, “so… do you want to continue your speech?”
“what speech?” as soon as he speaks those words, he realizes exactly what you were talking about. he lowers his head in embarrassment, eyes locking onto your breasts. “i don’t wanna talk about it actually…”
“you don’t? so you wanna stay just friends?”
heeseung lifts his head, eyes blown out in panic. “wait—no! no… that’s not fair.”
you giggle at his vulnerable state. it was endearing to you and you were sure of your decision at this moment.
“it’s not funny.” he looked like a puppy, lips pouting and eyes full of guilt and sorrow, but all you could see was yourself in the center of his pupils. you knew that his words and actions meant way more than what he let on. “i thought i scared you away with my… you know.”
you shush him and place your hand on his jaw, turning his head towards yours, “i know, you don’t have to explain yourself.”
“really? i was terrified thinking you thought i used you to get off for this stupid gaming shit.”
his words made your heart flutter, because even though he was terrible with words, you still understood what he was trying to say.
“i feel the same way, heeseung.”
his eyes flicker with confusion. did he black out and confess already? “what? i’m confused.”
“i know you like me—“ the male goes to speak but you stop him with a finger to his lips. “and i do too! why else would i even agree to such a thing. why else would i stay? you know i don’t do these things just for pleasure.”
“r-right.” heeseung clears his throat but it doesn’t help because he honestly had no idea what to say. so he lets his body talk. his eyes leave yours and follow the few droplets of water racing each other down your chest.
“i really do like you.”
“i know.”
“and i seriously want to be with you.”
“is that so?”
“and i couldn’t stop thinking about you during the comp.”
“really now.”
“yes, i was confused. my dick was confused.”
you roll your eyes and release yourself from his hold, pulling the towel up over your chest and standing. heeseung remains on his knees, watching as you walk away from him. panic strikes him for the fourth time that night and he stands up, following you to the other side of the room. “wait, hold on!”
“no, i’m tired of waiting.” you sigh and plop down onto the mattress, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
it’s like a lightbulb went off in his head. oh. he understands now, he really really understands now. this is a new look coming from you, one that he caught a mere glimpse of earlier, one that he’s never seen before—in what context would he have been able to?
“i am so,” heeseung hovers over you, lowering himself and resting his hands right beside your legs. you lean backwards, guiding him onto the bed. “so glad you said yes.”
“why?”
“how else could i get you like this?” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw line. “can’t think of a better way to make you mine.”
it would’ve been sweet, it really would have. except you both only came to this realization that you had feelings for each other because you gave him a blowjob as a helping hand to his professional gaming pre-competition ritual.
“well, normally people start by confessing their feelings before getting sexually involved with their best friends.”
heeseungs face heats up at your response, mostly because you were right. “i don’t think our friendship has ever been normal by society standards.”
“touché.”
you lean back, pulling him closer to you by his t-shirt, the cotton was embarrassingly damp from his sweat. “are you nervous?”
he chuckles softly and nods, “i was.”
“because of me?” you ask him slyly, by now your back was against the pillows, wet hair sticking to the soft pillow cases.
“i was losing my mind.” heeseung responds with an exhale. you bring your knees up to his sides, trapping him between your legs, not that he minded. you were being cocky but he found himself slowly becoming obsessed with that side of you.
the towel was just laying lazily across your torso, and your ass was bare against his hips. you could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and after waiting hours for him to come back, you wanted nothing more than to just rip through the fabric and take him all night.
and heeseung was doing no better than you were. he had to slow each and every movement because his hardon was painful at this point, tight against the zipper.
“i seriously need you right now or i might start climbing these walls.” he breathes out, leaning his forehead against yours. your eyelashes brush against his, and you realize that this moment felt more intimate than anything you experienced with him earlier in the day.
“i’m not going anywhere.”
his lips are against yours in seconds, pushing you flat against the pillow as he captures you in a kiss that showed every feeling he wanted to convey but didn’t have the words to. he moves down to your jaw then chin, then back to your lips. like he couldn’t focus on one part of you, and was making up for time.
your hands are gripping at the t-shirt sticking to his skin, moving lower to hook your fingers under the soft cotton. he lets you pull it over his head with ease, messing his purple hair up in the process.
his hips grind against you when he leans back down to trap you in a kiss so passionate that your teeth are clashing against each other.
god, he didn’t even know where to start. you laid under him so pliant and willing, letting him have you all to himself. his brain was a puddle splashing around against his skull. meanwhile, you pull back, tugging on his bottom lip with a smirk as you slowly pull the towel to the side, revealing everything you had to offer to heeseung.
heeseung settles between your legs, leaning back on his legs. he brings his hand down to your breast, thumb ghosting over your soft buds as he slides down your side, “i could spend all night staring at you.”
“don’t,” you hum, pulling on his arm to tug him closer again, “you can stare all you want when you’re inside me.”
your words make him gulp. that one sentence set him back in reality, the one where he was between your legs itching to fuck you. this was unreal to heeseung, you were all his.
heeseung lowers his gaze, his heart almost dropping to his ass when he lays his eyes on the one thing he’s been thinking about all night other than your destroyed friendship. you instinctively try to close your legs but his hands are quick to grab your thighs and keep them held open around his hips.
nothing in the world was more beautiful than the gift you kept between your thighs. you were serious when you mentioned that you were tired of waiting, it was obvious in the way you were soaking wet, slick spilling from your lips to your inner thighs. heeseung begins to move back on his knees, situating himself to absolutely devour you but you stop him before he could get any further.
“no.” you pull him by his wrist and he shoots you a confused look, a glint of terror in his eyes because he thinks he offended you somehow.
“what… why?” heeseung asks you, his hands ghosting over your skin now.
“because i told you i want you inside of me. now.”
he has to stop his eyes rolling to the back of his head. as much as he wanted to eat you out and give you the pleasure you deserve for hours, he cannot ignore the way his cock went from a sweet, sensational throb to the most painful hard on heeseungs ever had.
you watch as he fumbles with the button on his jeans, cursing to himself when it gets stuck. it was truly endearing, seeing him like this, and it reminds you of the years of friendship you had with this man, and how lucky you were to have him in your life to this day. of course, you never expected this day to come either. you also never expected heeseung to be so eager to make you cum.
he pushes his jeans past his hips, finally freeing himself from the confinement of the fabric. there was sweat dripping from his forehead and he was hoping to god that it wouldn’t turn you off now.
“are you sure?”
“i’m sure,” you reassure him, trying to keep eye contact with him. he stutters in his movements, like he was unsure of what to do next and you roll your eyes, “heeseung just fuck me already.”
“o-okay, yes ma’am.”
if it weren’t for his tip sliding through your wet folds, you would’ve laughed in his face. but you couldn’t because heeseung was torturing not only you but himself, gliding his length up and down sending shivers down your spine every time he puts pressure on your clit. the action makes your thighs push together, heeseung grunts and holds your legs at an angle, suddenly stronger than what you’ve seen from him.
finally, when he decides to stop edging himself, he slides his cock in slowly, eyes rolling back when he feels your walls squeeze him tightly. you were doing your best to adjust to his size since you were both too eager, but it was damn near impossible. maybe he should have given you a heads up.
“jesus heeseung, you’re huge!” you breathe out, gripping whatever you possibly could to ground yourself. he shakes his head and groans, pulling out just slightly before pushing back in, his hips flush against you. this makes you gasp out, reaching for him.
heeseung leans into your touch, letting you wrap around his neck. he starts off with slow, sensual thrusts, like he was trying to savor each and every feeling you were giving him without even doing much. he buries his head in the crook of your neck, letting out soft groans with every thrust as he gradually speeds up his pace. you could feel the sweat dripping off his skin onto yours, and to most people it’d be a turn off, but for you it was a confidence booster because you knew it was you that made him this nervous and feel this good.
your grip on him tightens when he starts leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, occasionally biting down when a particular movement feels just right to him. heeseungs pace is quicker now, the sound of wetness filling up the small hotel room. each whine that leaves your mouth goes straight to heeseungs cock and he has to hold back from cumming way too early just for you.
he brings his head up just enough for you to feel his breath his your ear, “you feel so good… so fucking good.”
you try to respond but the way his tip was kissing that spot deep inside of you, you knew it’d just come out as gibberish. heeseung shakily brings himself back up to hover over you, repositioning himself before slamming back into you. his eyebrows furrow like he was focused, and god was it the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen.
before you could do anything else, he leans back down, slotting his lips perfectly against yours again. you moan into his mouth and he eats up every little noise you give him.
heeseungs movements get sloppier and desperate, not just his thrusts but his entire body was trembling just enough for you to notice. his hands were suddenly all over your body, unable to stay in one spot. he breaks the kiss and lowers his head, choking out a string of intelligible words. “hah—shit… fuck!” his lips attach to your tit, sucking and pulling at your nipple with his teeth.
he lets go with a loud pop, “can’t,” he thrusts deeper, “really can’t,” it’s pathetic now, “i’m g-gonna cum, baby.” he was panting against your skin, and you could tell he was about to lose his mind in you.
“please, hee.” you whine in response. he brings his hand down and attacks your clit with his fingers, pinching and rubbing in fervor. you back arches and you let a sound out that was similar to a yelp.
but the poor man was closer than he thought, and all it took was you clenching around him once for him to let go and cum inside of you. his moans come out in stutters, and he repeatedly apologizes to you while continuing to thrust deep and hard, making sure you finish just as good as he did.
“f-fuck, i’m so– so sorry,” heeseung pushes your knees against your chest, finding a quick pace once again. his face contorts in pleasure, overstimulated as fuck but he was a gentleman and he would be damned if he couldn’t prove that.
in fact, he was ashamed that he came so early.
“please… god, please cum, baby.”
his subtle begging woke something up inside of you, something that was locked away. oh my god. heeseung doesn’t dare stop nor does he slow down, this was everything he’s ever prayed for in his life.
heeseung was in pure bliss–he was high off of your pussy–fucking into you like it was something he should’ve done approximately four years, one hundred and thirty seven days ago. this moment couldn’t possibly ever be ruined for him. making you cum was his life's mission now, especially after seeing you pleasure yourself with your fingers while his cock was practically down your throat earlier that afternoon.
you choke out a moan and grab his wrist, keeping it still as your orgasm hits you with full force, strong enough to make you lightheaded. the feeling of an overload of wetness brings you back just as quickly. you gasp and attempt to sit up, but the overwhelming sensations of pleasure knock you back down.
heeseung was in a fucking trance. you squirted, and he was the one to make you do so. pride and satisfaction filled him up, just as his cock filled you up for a second time.
“fuck–i’ve never…” you breathe out softly, still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. heeseung grips your knees, spreading your legs wide to look at the mess the two of you made, and you could feel him harden inside of you.
he doesn’t even look up at you, it felt like he was stuck in a trance. “never..?” he just repeats the word in utter disbelief, a tone that makes you question yourself for a second.
within seconds, heeseung is pulling out of you at an almost painful speed and laying flat on his stomach in between your thighs. you don’t get a single moment to react to any of this before his tongue is flat on your cunt, licking a long stripe upwards.
“heeseung!” you cry out, sitting up quickly. you weren’t even recovered from your previous orgasm and he was already back at it, this time with his mouth. he pulls you closer by your hips, throwing your legs over his shoulders.
he lifts his head and just the sight of his lips and chin covered in your mixed juices was almost enough to have you cumming on his face. “lay down.” and you have no choice but to listen when his lips wrap around your clit.
he eats you out with zero shame and not an ounce of care in his body knowing he was slurping up his own cum simultaneously. his tongue dips inside your fluttering hole, drinking up your juices with pleasure. you could tell at this point that it wasn’t just for your pleasure, but for his.
you pull at his faded purple hair, it was too much and you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good before. “oh god, i’m gonna cum. heeseung don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
he wouldn’t dare dream of stopping there. his tongue flicks over your clit and it sends you reeling, your body jolts, sending you sitting upright again as another orgasm washes over you. you’re squealing and pushing him away, crossing your legs all while he stares up at you with shock written all over his face.
“what’s wrong?” he questions you as if he didn’t put your body through two of the most life changing orgasms that you’ll ever experience. the lower half of his face was drenched in your combined juices, and you could clearly see his own cum drip from his lower lip.
you shake your head, the words were refusing to come out, “just… sensitive. holy shit, heeseung.”
his tongue darts out to lick his bottom hip and he sits up, revealing his hard, leaking cock to you once more, “is that good or bad?” he asks you, trapping you with his arms.
what a stupid question, you think. heeseung knew that as well, but it did look like you were running away from him with the way you scoot back flush against the headboard. the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know, and you knew exactly where you’d be for the rest of the night and possibly the next day.
“you look so pretty like this,” he eyes you up and down, taking in the afterglow that coats your skin.
heeseung had no other plans except for making up for everything he could’ve given you for the last four years of your friendship, not until you were both beyond satiated and fatigued.
sunghoon x fem reader genre: smut MDNI!! wc: 4157 warnings: kissing, rough sex, mouth fucking, fingering, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, mean sunghoon, inexperienced (but not virgin) reader, mention of chaewon, yunjin, hanni and karina. both sunghoon and reader are kinda weird. name calling (reader calls sunghoon a whore), multiple orgasms, nude sending. if there’s anything i missed lmk.
note: this is a repost from my other account that is now deleted @/wonkizz, also this isn’t proofread so ignore any fuck ups lol
You knew your roommate was somewhat of a whore. It never bothered you, if anything, you were jealous.
He just….snapped his fingers and girls fell at his feet.
You wished you could bag guys that easily.
Albeit you and Sunghoon rarely acknowledged each other. How did you become roommates in the first place, you may be wondering? It’s very simple. You were living with your sister, she moved out to live with her boyfriend, you needed a new roommate, Sunghoon answered your facebook ad. Simple as that.
The only rules you had were keeping the space clean and not being too loud at night.
Sunghoon definitely kept up with the first one, never having a hair out of place.
The second, well… not so much. But, it didn’t bother you. You had really good noise canceling headphones for a reason.
Though at night, you could still hear the sounds of the multitude of girls he would bring home day in and day out.
Their loud moans, whimpers, mewls, borderline screams!
You don’t know if the sex is really good, or if they’re just really sensitive.
It must be Sunghoon though, right?
But is he really that good?
Sometimes you find yourself wishing you were in those girls' places…but you know he’d never go for someone like you.
Something you haven’t mentioned, Sunghoon is like, drop dead gorgeous. You’re surprised he hasn’t been casted as a model or an idol or something.
But he’s just a struggling student like you. Clearly not struggling in the sex department though.
You’re not a virgin, but you’ve only had sex three times in your 22 years of life.
All three times were not that satisfying and personally you don’t blame yourself.
You just haven’t found that person who can really do it for you, and your own hand and toy have started to become…tired.
It’s been quite some time since you’ve felt the touch of another person. You’ve started craving, like you’re touch-starved.
Back to the topic of Sunghoon, he’s mesmerizing and you are a stereotypical nerd.
You’re not ugly, but your everyday appearance is not exactly eye-catching like what Sunghoon typically brings home.
You find yourself thinking about him more often than not. What he’s into sexually. How far he’s willing to go.
One thing about you, you’re very, very sensitive.
You’ve made yourself come 5 times in a span of 20 minutes.
Another thing about you, you’re somewhat of a freak…or maybe a major freak?
Safe to say you think about sex way more than you should, and you are not as vanilla as your friends think you are.
God, if you could just get one crack at Sunghoon, you’d be happy.
But alas, that’s just a dream.
It’s midnight on a Friday, you’ve just gotten out of the shower after doing your whole night routine.
You slip on some comfy pjs (aka an oversized tee and shorts) and make your way to the couch with a late night snack (black raspberry dark chocolate chunk ice cream) ready to indulge in the food network.
Sunghoon isn’t home, you figure he’s out at a party or with friends.
You’re digging into your pint of ice cream when the front door opens.
Sunghoon steps inside and you hear a giggle behind him.
Someone, a woman, steps in behind him.
Their lips are about to meet when her eyes find yours.
“Oh!” She exclaims, pulling away. “This must be your roommate! You didn’t tell me she was so…cute!”
This woman is gorgeous. Sleek, black hair, beautiful body that’s wrapped in a dress that fits her perfectly and her face is something out of a magazine.
She must be looking at you, with your oversized, not to mention stained, tee and shorts, glasses and ice cream in hand like you’re a joke. An utter, complete, joke.
Sunghoon barely spares a glance at you, clearing his throat and gesturing between you and this woman, “Karina, Y/N, Y/N, Karina,” he introduces you to her.
All you can do is wave before realizing the situation you’re in.
Sunghoon has once again brought a woman home and you’re clearly in the way.
You spring up from the couch, “I didn’t mean to be in the way, I'll just go to my room!”
Before either can say anything, you turn off the tv and nearly sprint to your room, ice cream still in hand.
You shut the door behind you, listening to footsteps.
You hear them making their way to Sunghoon’s room, right across from yours.
“She’s cute, no?” You hear Karina ask.
“I guess, not really my type though,” Sunghoon responds.
Ouch. You already knew it, but hearing it said aloud stings more than you thought it would.
The sex Sunghoon and Karina have that night is so loud, even your headphones can block it.
Her moans and squeals of his name infiltrate your mind into the morning, as you barely got any sleep.
You assume Karina is still in the apartment by time you get up for your early morning class.
You’re in the kitchen, preparing a cup of tea when Sunghoon comes in, rubbing his eyes.
He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, “I hope we didn’t disturb you too much.”
This is the first time he’s ever bothered to say this to you, not to mention the first time he’s ever acknowledged you in the morning.
You shake your head, giving him a faint smile as you push up your glasses, “Not at all.”
Once you leave the apartment, the walk to campus isn’t far.
Your best friend, Chaewon, is already waiting for you in front of your first class.
By the time you’re free, you meet up with your other friends, Yunjin and Hanni.
“What’s up with you?” Hanni asks, “You seem down.”
You sigh, “Sunghoon brought a really pretty girl home last night.”
They all raise their brows at you, “Okay,” Yunjin says, “that’s never bothered you before? Why now?”
“Because,” you start, “she called me cute.”
“She called you…cute?” Chaewon questions. “Why is that bad?”
“It’s not, but after I went back into my room, I heard them and she said to Sunghoon ‘She’s cute, no?’ and Sunghoon said ‘I guess, but she’s not really my type’. I already knew I wasn’t but hearing it said out loud stung a lot.”
Hanni rubs your shoulder.
“Well who gives a fuck what Sunghoon thinks!” Yunjin says. “You know you’re beautiful, and he’s just a man at the end of the day!”
“I know!” You groan, burying your head in your arms, “I know I shouldn’t care about his opinion or whether I’m his type or not but it’s like, when someone so attractive doesn’t see you that way it’s like, damn!”
You continue, “It’s not like I’m even into him romantically or anything like that. If anything, I’m just into him sexually, cause if you guys heard what I did you probably would be too!”
“So it’s not about romantic feelings, just sexual feelings?” Hanni asks.
You nod, “More like sexual frustration. I haven’t had sex in so long and it’s kinda killing me at this point.”
“So what if you make him acknowledge you sexually?” Chaewon implies.
“How do I do that? Like he said, I’m not even his type.”
“Well number one, acknowledge that this is just for sex. You’re not changing anything about yourself for him because at the end of the day he’s just a man and we don’t change ourselves for men, right?”
“Right.”
“Okay, then, do something to get his attention. Something sexual. Something that’ll catch his eye without changing how you are or who you are.”
You all pause for a moment, thinking of possible ideas.
Yunjin, after 5 minutes, lights up, “I’ve got it!”
After a long, somewhat agitating day of classes, you find yourself back at home.
You took another long, hot shower, did your night routine and dressed yourself in the cutest pj set you have.
What exactly was Yunjin’s plan? Take some pictures and “accidentally” send them to Sunghoon.
Now, have you ever taken nudes before? No. But you did a little research and you figure it can’t be that hard.
With your top pulled up and your tits fully exposed, you sit on your bed, front camera facing your tits.
The lighting is perfect, dim, but not too dark.
As you snap the pic, flash off, you look at it and…damn. If that’s not a good pic, you don’t know what is!
You spend the next 10 minutes debating if you should really do this. What if you just embarrass yourself completely and Sunghoon doesn’t buy into it at all?
Then you’ll never live it down.
But, you won’t know if you don’t try.
You pull up his contact, saved simply as ‘Sunghoon’
and attach the photo with the invisible ink effect and type ‘what do you think?’ before hitting send.
You nearly throw your phone across the room, but instead just slam it face down as your heart starts to beat more rapidly.
You know Sunghoon isn’t home right now, nor do you even know if he’ll be coming home tonight.
The only thing you can do is hope and pray for the best.
You exit out of the messages, not wanting him to know you’re waiting for a response and scroll through your phone trying not to panic.
After an agonizing few minutes, your phone dings.
You prepare yourself for embarrassment.
Sunghoon responded.
You’re expecting shock. An exclamation of sorts. Heck, even a question mark or two.
Instead, all you see is, ‘They’re nice.’
They’re nice.
Did he just fucking say, they’re nice?
Is that good?
You text the group chat a screenshot asking the same question.
The girls respond immediately, telling you to go forth with the plan, that that’s a good sign.
You take a deep breath. Don’t overdo it.
You: omg
You: sunghoon i’m so sorry
You: i didn’t mean to send that to you
He reads it and responds immediately.
Sunghoon: then who did you mean to send it to?
You: a friend
Sunghoon: what friend?
You: don’t worry about it! just please accept my apology :( i’m so sorry again
The text bubble indicates he’s typing, then it disappears and reappears.
Sunghoon: I’m coming home.
Sunghoon: Don’t move.
That last text makes your pussy throb in your pajama shorts.
You send the screenshot to the group chat which erupts immediately.
Chaewon: oh shitttt hehehe
Hanni: i fear you’re getting fucked into the mattress tonight
Yunjin: you mean you don’t fear lmao good luck girl
You occupy yourself for the time being, knowing Sunghoon will be home shortly.
As soon as you hear that front door open, you act nonchalantly, scrolling through your phone as if you’re not ecstatic.
Sunghoon doesn’t even bother knocking, opening your door and letting himself into your room.
His hair is slightly disheveled, like he’d been running his hand through it, and his face is stoic.
You look up at him innocently.
“Is something wrong?” You ask, knowing damn well you’re playing with fire.
Sunghoon scoffs, not saying a word as he walks to the side of your bed, grabbing your phone and throwing it to the side, not even watching where it lands.
You however do watch where it lands on the floor a few feet away and are about to protest when Sunghoon grabs you by the jaw.
“Do you like playing games you know you’re not gonna win?” He asks, voice low and condescending.
Fuck, if it doesn’t make your pussy more wet than it already is.
His grip on your jaw tightens, making you whimper. But you like the pain, and he knows that immediately.
“Take your clothes off,” he commands, finally letting go of your jaw.
You move to do as he says, albeit slowly.
Starting with your top, you lift it over your head, your tits falling out into view.
His eyes latch onto them immediately, and you take note of how he licks his lower lip.
“Shorts too,” he says.
You lay back against your pillows, lifting your hips to drag your shorts down your legs, sitting back up to then throw them in the same direction as your shirt.
Sunghoon smirks in amusement, “Of course you’re not wearing underwear. You’re a little slut aren’t you?”
Your own tongue pokes out to wet your lips and you watch as his eyes follow it.
Sunghoon begins to undress himself, starting with his shirt.
His pale skin is beautiful and the expanse of his toned torso almost makes you drool.
Your eyes find his arms, taking in his biceps and how much you want them around your neck.
“Hey, eyes here,” he says, snapping you back to his own face, making you keep your focus on him.
He unbuckles his belt, taking his time undoing it, pulling it out of the loop, letting it drop to the floor.
You know for a fact that your pussy is leaking onto your bed right now, and you don’t give a damn.
Sunghoon lets his pants fall, stepping out of them.
Now, he’s just left in his boxers.
“Come here, on your knees,” he gestures to you with his finger to the floor.
You obey immediately, crawling off the bed to the floor.
The carpet of your room scratches against your knees but you don’t care.
“Take them off.”
Your hands reach for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down gently.
His hard cock springs out, slapping against his stomach before stilling in front of you.
Sunghoon’s left hand finds the back of your head, grasping your hair tightly.
“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.”
You do as he says, eager as he chuckles in amusement, “You must love cock don’t you?” He asks, using his right hand to slap the tip of his cock against your tongue, then spreading his pre-cum all over it as you hum in appreciation.
He quietly begins to push his cock into your mouth, before pulling back out.
You do your best to breathe through your nose, as saliva piles in your mouth and drips down the sides.
Suddenly he shoves himself into your mouth, until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag erratically.
Saliva spills out of your mouth rapidly, drilling onto the floor.
Your hands find his thighs, palms open, squeezing softly.
“I told you,” Sunghoon says, “don’t play games you’re not gonna win.”
With that, he begins to roughly thrust in and out of your mouth, getting off on how much you’re gagging.
Tears begin to pool in your eyes as spit and pre-cum mix together to coat his cock and spill everywhere.
He uses your hair as leverage, not letting up for even a second.
You keep your eyes on his as he uses you for his pleasure, even as your tears blur your vision.
“Fucking filthy,” he sneers, “I’m gonna cum in this filthy fucking mouth and you’re gonna swallow it, understood?”
You do your best to nod with his cock still in your mouth.
Suddenly he pulls out, and you gasp for air.
Sunghoon continues to pump himself, still holding onto your hair, “Stick your tongue out,” he says.
You do so and soon he’s spilling his load all over your tongue and into your mouth.
Just as he’s finished, he leans down, dropping a glob of spit on top of everything.
“Swallow.”
You do, eagerly, showing him your clean tongue once you’re done.
He pulls you up by your hair, leading you back to the bed.
Sunghoon shoves you down onto your back, pushing you so you’re up by the headboard, head on the pillows.
He’s on his knees in front of you, cock still hard.
He pushes you into a mating press, your thighs pushed against your chest, practically folded in half.
Without warning, he leans down, tongue meeting your wet, sopping pussy.
You gasp, jerking in place as you squeal from the immediate pleasure it gives you.
“Sunghoon!” You cry, eyes wide as his nonchalant ones look into yours.
“What?” He responds, as if it’s nothing.
“I’m..I’m sensitive.”
He smirks, “Then that means I get to make you come more than once.”
He goes back to your pussy, pinning you down to the bed as he eats you like a starved man.
Sunghoon groans at your taste, licking fat stripes up and down your pussy.
He takes your clit into his mouth, sucking it, flicking it with his tongue repeatedly, even having the balls to scrape it with his teeth lightly.
All this while your back arches up from the bed, hips held in place by Sunghoon’s hands.
“Oh my fucking god!” You shout into the open, knowing this would get you a one way ticket to hell.
Sunghoon then takes his tongue, fucking it into your hole.
You squeal loudly, hands gripping the bed sheets on either side of you.
More tears form in your eyes before falling like water from a faucet.
You’re full on crying from pleasure.
When you said you were sensitive, you meant it.
“Sunghoon, I’m gonna cum,” you whine,” one hand threading itself into his long locks.
He, who was occupying himself, makes his way back to your clit, licking circles around it, up and down, figure eights, anything to make you cum in his mouth.
You’re chanting to god, any god at this point.
With one final call of his name, you cum into his mouth, Sunghoon lapping it all up, swallowing it eagerly as you did to him.
Your breathing is heavy as you’re coming down from your high, noticing as Sunghoon pulls away, his lips glistening with your release on them.
He licks his lips, with that the remnants of you.
Just as you’re beginning to calm down, Sunghoon speaks, “We’re nowhere near done, sweetheart.”
Before you can say anything else, he takes his left hand and middle finger and inserts it inside you, making you gasp.
He doesn’t give you the chance to protest or adjust before he’s thrusting it in and out of you.
You throw your head back, getting used to the intrusion regardless.
Soon he’s inserting another finger, and together those fingers fuck you like no one has ever fingered you.
His fingers are long and they hit every spot inside you immediately.
Before you know it, you’re crying again in pleasure, the tears falling down your cheeks, leaving tear stains like the previous ones.
“Oh my fucking god, Sunghoon.”
“You love this, don’t you,” he says, almost like he’s mocking you.
His fingers curl, hitting that one spot inside you that has your toes curling.
Your mouth opens in shock, and stays open, refusing to close as he finger fucks you open.
Your pussy gets wetter as he goes on, more and more arousal leaking out of you onto his hand.
“You’re like a fountain,” he says, smiling almost genuinely. “You gonna cum again?”
You nod, finally closing your mouth, your lips pursing as you feel something different this time around.
“Sunghoon I think I’m gonna—”
And before you can finish, you’re squirting like an actual fountain, the liquid splashing out of you onto your sheets and Sunghoon’s hand.
You gasp, and even Sunghoon is surprised, his own mouth formed into an o.
His fingers finally slow down, pulling out of you as you finish.
Both of you are quiet for a moment before Sunghoon laughs, “That was fucking hot.”
You can’t help but blush, you’ve never squirted before.
It seems he can tell, “You’ve never done that before?”
You shake your head.
“Well, I’m glad I’m the first to do it.”
He then lands a surprisingly slap on your pussy, making you jump.
Your eyes widen, looking at him in shock and all he does is smile.
“I’m still not done with you,” he says.
“More?” You question.
“You didn’t think you’d get out of this without me fucking you, did you?”
Sunghoon pulls you towards him by your ankles, holding your legs apart before aligning himself with your hole.
You prepare yourself for his size as quickly as you can, because within seconds he’s pushing in.
You take deep breaths, “Fuck, you’re big.”
“I know,” he responds accordingly.
You pout at that, smacking his arm as he laughs at you.
He gives you time to adjust this time around, and after a moment you give him the signal to move.
You realize now he’s calmed down a little bit from before, which you don’t mind, seeing as this is a new side of him.
As he starts to piston his hips, his cock hits all the right places.
Your hands find their place on his back, your nails digging into his skin.
He groans at the feeling, liking the pain.
You mewl at the power in his thrusts, the roll of his hips.
“Fuck, yes Sunghoon.”
“You like taking my cock?”
“Love it,” you manage to get out.
“Oh you love it?” He teases you, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.
“Sunghoon,” you say.
He hums, focused on fucking you into the mattress.
You take his hand, bringing it up and wrapping it around your throat.
He looks into your eyes, his own widen for a moment before he bites his lip.
He presses down on the sides of your throat, just enough to wind you slightly.
“Dirty fucking girl.”
He keeps his hand there, steady pressure, making you feel closer and closer to cumming again.
“You gonna cum on my cock this time?” Sunghoon asks.
“Yes, yes, Sunghoon! Want you to cum in me!”
Sunghoon steadies himself, and uses his other hand to press on the bulge in your tummy.
“Cum for me, Y/N.”
You feel the band in your stomach snap for the third time tonight, cumming all around Sunghoon’s cock as you feel him cum inside you, pumping you full.
As his thrusts start to slow down and finally come to a stop, he unwraps his hand from your throat and just looks at you.
Your face, adorned by your glasses. Your red, tear stained cheeks. You look up at him, blinking a few times in succession, “What?”
Sunghoon leans down and for the first time, kisses you.
You kiss him back, albeit somewhat hesitantly.
As you pull away, he looks like there’s something on his mind.
You want to ask what it is, but choose not to.
After using the bathroom, Sunghoon helps you change your sheets and you both redress.
You figure he’s going to go back to his room, but he surprises you as he slides into your bed beside you.
Neither of you says anything for a few minutes, and then, Sunghoon speaks, “So, be honest with me. Who was that picture meant for?”
You take a deep breath, gunning between telling a lie and the truth. The truth eventually wins the battle.
“The truth is, it wasn’t meant for anyone. I sent it to you on purpose,” you say.
Sunghoon’s brows furrow, “But you said it was an accident?”
“Yeah, I lied. The truth is the other night, when you had Karina over I heard you tell her I’m not your type.”
Sunghoon starts to stutter out an excuse, “I didn’t mean—”
“I know what you meant, Sunghoon,” you say, cutting him off. “I won’t lie and say it didn’t sting but at the end of the day I already knew I wasn’t your type. The reality is I kinda just wanted you in my bed so I devised a plan with my friends to make you see me differently and well… it obviously worked.”
Sunghoon is quiet, until he’s not.
You expect him to be weirded out, curse you out and call you names. But instead, he starts laughing.
“That is the craziest shit I’ve ever heard and yet…I kinda like it.”
You look at him to find him already staring at you.
“You’re not weirded out?”
He shakes his head, “I’m oddly flattered. Maybe that’s weird but I guess that makes us both weird then.”
Suddenly, he’s shifting so he’s on top of you, caging you underneath him.
You don’t know what to do with your hands, so you, albeit somewhat awkwardly, place them on his shoulders.
“Is it safe to say you fascinate me now?” Sunghoon asks, leaning down, placing slow, deliberate kisses on your neck and shoulder.
You naturally turn your head to give him more access, “I guess not. I’ve never had someone tell me I fascinate them.”
Sunghoon’s kisses trail upwards until his lips meet yours in another fiery kiss.
Breaking away after a while, he descends until his mouth is adjacent to your clothed pussy.
“Sunghoon,” you interrupt, “we just changed the sheets.”
He looks up at you, a twinkle in his eye, “We can change them again.”
I just read only if you say yes and,, that scene where they’re playing chicken is CRAZY and I’d love to see you write more with that theme😵💫 this isn’t a request btw!! I just wanted to tell you how well you write sexual tension and l would looovveeee to see how you’d write a small drabble about any(or all) of hyung line playing chicken 🩷🩷
Four pairs of eyes trail over your face and body, standing close together side by side at your front door. They look as suspicious as usual, up to no good.
“We know.” Jake smiles, stepping ahead of his friend’s to set one foot inside of your family's home. “He said he’d be home late and we could come over to use his PS5 whenever we want.”
“Oh, but,” Taking a step back, you clutch onto the door to stop your knees from wobbling. They each slide in through the small space, grinning and greeting you as they enter. “I’m not allowed to have guests over when my parents are out of town.”
“Aww come on, it’s just us.” Jay reaches for your cheek, softly pinching your skin between his fingers. “Your parents know that we practically live here, sweets.”
That’s true, but your parents also insisted that Jungwon’s new console stay in your bedroom after he holed up in his room for over a week when he first managed to purchase one. After missing numerous classes and being late for his job at the movie theater, they ‘punished’ him by placing the PS5 in your room. That ugly thing really ruined your entire aesthetic..
“Your room, right?” Heeseung asks, slowly turning to look at you out of the corner of his eye. “I’m sure Hoon knows the way.”
Sunghoon chuckles, digging his elbow into Heeseung’s side. Nodding towards the hallway opposite to your brother’s bedroom, he glances at you quickly. “It’s that way.”
Two of them begin to follow after him, Jake stays by your side as you shut and lock the front door. Quietly losing your mind because of how hot your cheek feels where Jay touched you. “Sorry about this, we get bored at my house.”
“No, it’s okay. I understand.” You shrug to seem nonchalant. Pretending to ignore what Sunghoon had been mumbling about under his breath. He promised you that he wouldn’t tell any of them about what happened last time..
“Come onnn, don’t stay out here by yourself.” Jake pouts, hugging your arm to his chest. “I’ll feel so bad if we kicked you out of your bedroom.”
“It’s too small.. you guys can go ahead.”
“Noooo, come on.” Dragging you down the hallway, he moves around behind you. Circling your waist and hooking his chin onto your shoulder. “You can watch us play.”
Manhandled inside of your own bedroom, you look back in a panic as Jay shuts the door behind the two of you. Heeseung moves around as if he’s been inside of here plenty of times, turning on the tv and grabbing the 4 sets of controllers from a basket you’d stuffed them inside of.
“I’ll take the chair.” Jay states, plopping into your white and pink computer chair. The contrast stark against his all black outfit.
“I like this bed.” Sunghoon adds slyly, dragging his gaze down to where Jake’s folded his hands over your stomach.
“Let’s sit here.” He whispers, pulling you down to the floor to sit on his lap. Adjusting you to be more comfortable, he positions your ass right against his groin. Reaching to hold one of the controllers that Heeseung hands him in front of your attached bodies.
“What should we play first?” Heeseung asks, squatting down next to you and Jake as he pulls out different cubby holders from your shelf in search of your brother's games.
“Uhm, they’re in there!” You speak up nervously before he fully tugs out the belongings you use to camouflage the few toys you’ve acquired unbeknownst to any of your family. They’d punish you worse than your brother if they found out.
Heeseung slowly pauses, stilling as he peers inside of the cubby before shoving it back into place. “Alone In The Dark?”
“That might be too scary for Jakey.” Jay jeers, reaching over to fluff his hair.
“Pftt, I’ll be fine.” Bouncing you on his lap, he squeezes you tighter. “You’ll protect me, yeah?”
“That’s not fair.” Heeseung sets up the game, leaning back too close to Jake. His cheek brushing against yours. “You’ll have to keep all of us safe.”
Nerves shoot throughout your limbs, nodding slowly and lightly laughing to not speak. “Stop fucking around man.” Sunghoon says annoyed from behind you. Sat on the edge of your bed with his legs stretched out for Jake to rest between.
An hour goes by of screaming, laughter, spitting out crude jokes amongst themselves as if you’re not even there. And you’d almost swear you’ve dreamt this all up if not for Jake’s lips brushing against your ear every time he whispers something to you. Or the way he constantly shifts under your weight and keeps you pressed to his chest, warmed up by the heat radiating off of his hoodie.
“I’m bored.” Jay’s the first to give up. Tossing the controller onto your computer desk before slinking down onto the floor by Jake’s other side. “This shit’s not scary.”
“Speak for yourself.” Sunghoon mumbles, pausing the game. “I’ve had enough, what else should we play?”
Heeseung moves around onto his knees, digging his fingers into Jake’s side to pinch him. “Jakey’s favorite game.”
“Hey hey!” He giggles, chest vibrating against your back. “No dude, last time I had to kiss every single one of you!”
What?
The look on your face makes the four of them laugh. “Never played Chicken before?” He says against your ear huskily. “It’s always fun when a newcomer joins.”
“What’s chicken?” You dare to ask, looking around at your brother's friends apprehensively. His very attractive friends that you make as much effort as you can to avoid, except the one that sneaks into your bedroom whenever he says goodnight to your parents and pretends to head home..
“It’s like uhh,” Heeseung hums, grinning at Sunghoon on your bed. “Easier if we show you.”
Sunghoon’s legs move to stand, shifting onto the floor to join the rest of you. He cocks an eyebrow up at you the same way he does whenever he shows up at your window silently begging to be let inside. “Heeseung never beats me.”
“Whatever.” Heeseung rolls his eyes, reaching for Sunghoon’s hips. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Eager, are you?” He asks, crawling on his knees between Heeseung’s parted thighs. “You want me that much?”
What the hell is going on?!
Jake’s eyes widen, watching your expression grow more shocked by the second. Rubbing up and down your sides, he chuckles. “Basically you have to psyche each other out. We’ve probably played too much ‘cause it’s been harder to get these guys to give up.”
“Psyche each other out? What do you—“
Suhghoon’s thick fingers drag up to cup Heeseungs face, the same way they were just on your face the other night. His lips pout out, tempting the older by hovering less than a centimeter away from his mouth. “Should I kiss you? Or is that only reserved for Jakey?”
Jay coughs, clearing his throat, switching his seated position to fold his legs with his knees to his chest. Hiding the space between his thighs from view.
“We’re not playing yet.” Heeseung licks his lips, the back of his tongue dangerously close to grazing Sunghoon’s mouth. His large hands squeeze on the others hips, roughly dragging them up to his waist.
“You’re supposed to be explaining how to play, not start rubbing your cocks together.” Jay whispers annoyed. Shaking his head and reaching for the back of Sunghoon’s shirt. “Get down boy.”
“Let’s do this the right way.” Jake nods, hugging around you. “Have to let go of my kitten now.” He pouts sadly, pressing his nose to your cheek. “Won’t be fair if we get picked at the same time.”
As if the close contact with him hadn’t already gotten you lightheaded, whatever the hell Heeseung and Sunghoon were just doing sparked an ache between your thighs. Locking your legs together as Jake gently maneuvered you off of his lap and onto the floor. Your bodies formed a circle and Heeseung grabbed one of your perfume body sprays, setting it down in the center. “You should go first since you’ve never played before.”
“Me?!” You gasp, shaking your head. Had you even agreed to playing whatever this nonsense game is in the first place?!
“Come on, it’s fun!” Jake cheers, clapping his hands excitedly. “You spin, and whoever it lands on, you have to make them chicken out.”
“I-I can’t..”
“Well then you automatically chicken out.” Sunghoon adds, dragging the tip of his tongue across his teeth. So amused by the panic streaked across your face. “And if you keep chickening out, then we get to keep taking our turns until you win.”
“Are you chickening out?” Jay asks next to you, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows.
“No no..” with a deep swallow, you reach for the spray. Giving it a weak spin, you sit back in your spot. As slow as the bottle moves, your heart rate only speeds up. Panting before it can even land, you fearfully follow the direction the cap lands in.
Jay’s eyebrows continue to raise up and down, nodding for you to try him.
“Aw man..” Jake whines quietly, snapping his fingers. “So close.”
“Touch him a little.” Sunghoon directs, motioning for you to get closer to Jay. “He’s more nervous than you think.”
Jay smirks at him, flipping him off before turning back to you. He leans back leaving his lap very open, tilting his head to one side and waiting for you to make a move. “Or forfeit if you can’t, and it will be my turn to see how chicken you are.”
Your fingers tremble on your lap, inching closer to him, you reach for his shoulders and shudder. Jay’s always been so striking, a ruggedly handsome type. He was probably the least closest to you out of all of them, mostly because his presence alone was enough to make you nervous.
“You’re shaking.” He whispers, biting down on his lip. A twitch runs through his cock watching you struggle just to touch him, to get closer to him. “Is it me?”
“N-no, just never played this before.” Lifting your gaze to find his, you slide your hands higher up to his neck. Softly caressing his throat, stroking your thumbs up his Adam’s apple. His warm skin burns against your palms, and you picture Sunghoon stradling Heeseung’s lap. The way that they nearly kissed, how much they both seemed to be enjoying it..
Scanning down Jay’s body, you crawl onto your knees a few spaces and set your center down on one of his firm built thighs. A dragged breath passes between his teeth, eyes flickering.
“Ooh.. he must like that.” Heeseung speaks from somewhere behind you, his deep voice sending shivers up your spine.
“Nervous yet, Jay?” Sunghoon snickers, gripping the tops of his own thighs as you settle onto one of Jay’s. Your ass tutted out just above his knee, slowly dragging yourself up. The motions you make are so subtle, but it’s enough to make each of them groan deep inside of their throats.
“Nah,” he lies, licking at the backs of his teeth. “This is nothing.”
“Nothing?” You frown. Burning from where your underwear has started to cling to your cunt stickily all the way up to your flushed cheeks. Scrunching your eyebrows together, you catch Jake’s widened gaze, nodding at you for encouragement. He mouths at you to ‘turn around’.
Without sparing his direction much thought, you do exactly that. Sliding down his knee to turn around and straddle both of his legs. Jay hisses much louder, hands hovering over your hips. “Ah, fuck.” He grunts, dropping them to your waist.
“Shit.” Sunghoon curses, digging his fingers into his jeans.
“What a good girl.” Heeseung teases, motioning to Jay’s pleasured face. “He’s never gonna chicken out.”
“I-I—“ hearing Heeseung say that makes it harder for you to roll your hips back. Jumping away when you feel the brush of his hard covered length press against your PJ shorts. You slump off, smacking your hand to the ground. “I give up.”
“Good.” Jay groans, hiking your hips up from your sagged position. Bunching your loose bottoms up in his fists, he drags them up the sides of your hips and shoves his hard on between your thighs. Quickly jabbing his stiff member against your soaked panties. “Fuck, ah.”
Dropping your face to one side, you find 3 sets of eyes on you. All varying in different stages of hunger: thirst, desire, greed, the one common denominator being how badly they wish they could switch places with Jay right now.
“Do you give up?!” Jake asks desperately, his pitch cracking before he can even finish his question.
“Yes yes! I’m too chicken!” You whimper. Burning cheek pushed against the floor with each rough thrust from Jay. He slams into you hard one more time, cursing loudly.
“Damnit!”
“My turn.” Jake easily pushes his friend off of you. Turning you on your back as effortlessly as he forced you onto his lap earlier. His trembling hands shake up from your knees to your fully exposed thighs. Tucking his bottom lip inside of his mouth repeatedly, he looks at Sunghoon and winks. “Don’t be jealous.”
“J-jake..” blinking up at him, you grab his biceps. Squeezing them as he slots his hips between your thighs, shoving his fully erect member against your mound.
“Shh, you’re doing good.” Dropping his face into the crook of your neck, he starts rolling his hips. Desperately panting against your throat as his clothed cock suffocates inside of his boxers and sweats. He moans and pants, dragging his tongue up the side of your neck. “Fuck, you’re so sweet.”
“Nnngghh—ahh!” Draping your arms around his shoulders, you squeeze your eyes shut to not look at the others. To ignore how dazed Heeseung’s expression has become. How frustrated and angered Sunghoon’s eyebrows have tensed up. How feral and enraged Jay’s entire face has turned.
“S-shit, come here.” Jake’s hand clasps your jaw. Turning you to look at him, he plants his lips to yours. The plumpness steals your breath, already struggling to inhale with his speedy hips dry-fucking you into your own bedroom floor. “Fuck, ahh, fuck.” Sucking on your bottom and top lip, he pushes himself up. Rushing to shove your tshirt higher and expose your stomach. He lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder, rolling his hips into a rough circle. The tip of his cock prods at your slit. Pushing the material of your underwear and shorts between your cunt.
“Jake, come on man. This wasn’t the plan.” Heeseung coughs and whispers. Clicking his tongue annoyed.
“I’m close.” He whines on top of you, bending in until your knee presses to your shoulder. “Look so pretty under me, knew you would.”
“C-can’t.” Clenching your eyes shut, you reach for the floor. Slapping both of your hands down. “I’m t-too chicken.”
“Fuck no!” He cries, continuing to rock against you.
“Enough.” Heeseung has to grab him to pull him off. Shoving his friend toward Sunghoon. He huffs and points at him with a deranged look in his eye. “You know that we only play fair.”
“Ugh,” he head drops, whimpering at his balls tightening up and relaxing. His angry cock throbs, visibly twitching in his sweats.
“You know,” Heeseung hovers over you. Spent on the ground, watching the ceiling spin behind his frame. “This isn’t that great of a hiding spot.” Reaching for your cubby, he throws off the bags and hats you had on top of your sex toys. Smirking to one side as he pulls out your vibrator.
“Woah.” Sunghoon erupts with laughter. Patting Jake’s chest and pointing at your big giant pink vibrator. “Don’t get too sad now Jakey, this is about to get interesting.”
“God man, how’d you even find that.” Jay laughs, rubbing at his nape and digging the heel of palm against his hard-on.
Heeseung reaches for your shorts, pulling them to one side. Exposing the drenched through material of your cotton underwear to all of them. He sucks in a deep breath and waves the toy in your face. “Are you nervous?”
Silence falls over your room as you watch the toy buzz to life and he drags it down his tongue. Never breaking eye contact with you.
“Good, cause it’s my turn.” He airily chuckles, bending at his waist to get a close look between your thighs. “Who knew Jungwon’s little sister could be such a slut.”
Setting his free hand on your hip, he presses you to the floor. Waving the vibrator around before pointing it at Sunghoon’s angry face. “Well, I guess we should have believed you.” He winks, looking away too fast to see his friend mouthing ‘fuck you’.
“You’re getting better at this game, baby.” He hums, slowly teasing the vibrator toward your clit. He pushes the device between your clothed wet slit, prodding in until your panties get swallowed up and expose your outer folds. Cotton all soaked and wedged between your cunt, the definition of obscenity. “Think you’re even enjoying yourself now.”
Jake lets out a harsh breath through his nose, shoving one of his hands inside of his sweats. His face furrows, big pink lips covered with spit and bite marks, practically wheezing as he grips onto his cock. “I can’t do this dude, really wanna fuck her right now.”
His hushed admission lifts your hips against Heeseung’s heavy palm, jabbing the vibrator lower between your folds. The tip presses to your entrance, sinking your sopping wet panties in another inch. He groans, eyeing Jake’s hand pumping inside of his pants.
“Fuck it.” Jay crawls closer, pushing his pants and boxers under his ass. He wraps a tight fist around his thick girth, tongue out like a thirsty dog. “I’m too fucking hard for this.”
Heeseung clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment for a minute. Leave it to these two horn dogs to not be able to handle a little edging. He told them to control themselves and take things slow to not freak you out. Yet here they both are, jerking off right in front of you.
“Wanna see her pussy.” Sunghoon pipes up, throat sounding dry. He swallows and nods to the vibrator seeping more wetness out past your hole. “Pull her panties to the side.”
Background Information : KSH had been getting exposed people are pointing out his really odd psychotic behavior from things he said in the past. As an Astro girlie… it was time to get to work!
Natal Chart Reading :
KSH is a Saturn dom man, he has multiple planets in both Aquarius and Capricorn. KSH is an Aquarius Sun, Moon & Mercury. It’s pretty obvious that he is already detached from the get go, with his Mercury being in a cancer degree, it’s possible he could be manipulating and use his partners words against them.
Aquarius’s ruling planet, Uranus is at 0° in Capricorn along with his Saturn too. This explains how he, in the past was open about relationships and wanting to be the dominant person in the relationship. Saturn, lord of time could also indicate why he said he wants to date younger people because he wants to be dominant in the relationship.
Mars in Sagittarius at 25° (Aries), I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he dated outside of his nationality to be honest. But anyways, in a blog post in the past he mentioned how he wants his partner to be able to live around him as he gets angry quickly. Not all Aries, but majority of the time Aries are known to be really fiery and lose their temper quickly (on my side as an Aswini Rising, I agree 🫣)
His birth time is unknown but IMO I believe KSH could possibly have a 5H Lilith and this Lilith is at 20° (Scorpio). He seems to look down on women or he probably gets jealous of women pretty easily, leading to him being obsessive over them.
Sidereal Chart Reading :
KSH has a Scorpio Venus, and I’m aware not all Scorpio Venus placements are this way but this placement of his makes him hella obsessive.
In his Sidereal chart he has Cancer Mercury and once again, he could toy with his partners emotions. The deity for this mercury is ‘Nagas’ which is part are part of the Serpent Creatures in Hindu/Bhuddist mythology.
In terms of this particular situation about KSH, I will only point out the similarities of his behavior with the Nagas deity. Nagas are good at ‘crushing’ and this makes sense as KSH said that he wants his partner to “die” because of him. Nagas also has a ‘Prehensile Tounge’ which means Nagas has the power to manipulate objects/people. In KSH case, he is able to sense his victims, he knows what type of women is easily manipulated and this is the reason why he wants to go for younger women. Lastly, Nagas have ‘Multiple Heads’ in this case this could easily point out KSH possible multiple personalities he puts up in order to pull people in and once he knows he got them he can reveal his true personality.
He has an Aswini Moon, and this also emphasizes how quickly he can get angry and what’s funny about this is how Ashvini rules over health and look at what KSH said…
moon rules over the mother, being nurtured and frequented habits. So he obviously expects his partner to be like a mom/caregiver and constantly watch over him…💀
KSH has an Aries mars, and this definitely emphasizes his temper problems and his Bharani is ruled over Yama (God of Death) and with his past being brought up, he seems to have really destructive and narcissistic tendencies because WOW!! That little post of his speaks volumes!
here’s his full post btw 👆🏽
Well!! That’s it for today!! All I have to say is wow because this new information from his old blogs about him shocked me because I wasn’t expecting all of this. But at the end of the day… we all really don’t know each other so we really can’t be out here putting each other on pedestals…🤷🏽♀️
I guess I foresaw the future then... and I also see this expose resurfacing again, but I'm shocked at how people don't remember all this information from last year that was spoken about during this month
The controversy surrounding actor Kim Soo-hyun and the late actress Kim Sae-ron has resurfaced - this time in a far more public and unsettli
His transit chart right now is looking like hell man. The 4H Aquarius Sun and Saturn transiting his natal 10H Sun? Seems like late Kim Sae Ron's family really wanted this information to be in the media, and this entire situation could be karmic debts that Kim Soo Hyun has to pay in this lifetime.
Transit 5H Rahu, Neptune, Venus, Mercury, and Chiron in his natal 11H Rahu and Venus? This transit is really going to affect his public image, the whole lover boy image is over. The public will be more disillusioned as more of the information from last year resurfaces... AGAIN.
Transit 7H Taurus Jupiter in his natal 1H, the public found out about his relationship with late Kim Sae Ron, which is now new information, and all the details of his manipulative tactics are being exposed. Since Jupiter represents expansion and just an overload of things in general. Today it was revealed that Kim So Hyun was taking late Kim Sae Ron to court if she wasn't going to repay him 700 MILLION Won. He just wanted to take everything away from her after using her for his fantasies...
Transit 12H Libra in his natal Pluto 6H. Yea, he's just going to be exposed for probably sleeping, dating more younger girls who he has worked with, or using his money/company to expand their careers or even tarnish them.
This... well isn't shocking to me because I did his chart reading last year, but my heart goes out to the late Kim Sae Ron, more of Kim Soo Hyun's victims, and other women in that industry who don't have the opportunity to speak up about such taking place behind the scenes.
A/N: no, I didn't proofread it, and no I'm not going to.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, spitting, oral,p in v, dirty talk, idek dude as long as you 18+ you should be good
"So....." Jake started off, an evil grin plastered across his handsome face. "We have a newcomer today, yes?"
He watched through the viewfinder of the camera, a soft laugh escaping him as she nodded shyly.
"And look how pretty she is..... Can you stand up for me, baby? So we can get a good look at you."
"Pretty as fuck." Heeseung muttered under his breath, adjusting the sound mic over her.
She stood, nervously tugging at the ends of her short skirt. She bit her lip anxiously, eyes darting to the side to skeptically eye the pale boy sitting cooly in the corner. His dark irises were fixed on her figure, long slender fingers palming the thick bulge in his grey sweatpants.
"How tall are you, babydoll? You look so tiny on camera." Jay asked, adjusting the lighting to complement the warm tone of her skin.
"I'm 5'1." She responded quietly, watching Jake twirl a finger in the air, instructing her to spin infront of the camera.
"I'll tell you what's not tiny. That fat ass." Jake gaped, looking at Sunghoon with wide, jealous eyes.
Sunghoon sat back with folded arms, his gaze locked on the women Jake had introduced as his newest "co-star." She was pretty. His type, actually. Short and curvy, and practically shaking like a leaf at the thought of Sunghoon fucking her brains out. She was Jake's best attempt at keeping Sunghoon in the business as he'd recently been thinking about quitting. As pretty as she was, Sunghoon was only in it for the money, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd keep this up. Fucking a different woman every other week was fun at first, but after more than a year he'd grown....bored. She was tugging sheepishly at her dark coils of hair, peeking at him with large, sparkly almond eyes whenever she mustered up the courage. She seemed nervous and sweet and good. But he wasn't sure if he was buying her little good girl act. So soft spoken and polite, and too shy to meet his eyes for longer than ten seconds.
Sunghoon liked that.
He liked it despite the fact that he couldn't shake the feeling that she was much more confident, more wild than she let on. From the second he had laid eyes on her, he knew there was more to her than what meets the eye. Sunghoon could tell that there was something about his presence, something that unnerved her and emboldened her simultaneously. At just the sight of him, she'd started to stutter over her words, twisting and wringing her fingers as she struggled to maintain eye contact. Her hands were shaking, and she'd grown considerably quiet. And perhaps Sunghoon might've fallen for her little act if not for the way she'd simultaneously been folding her arms beneath her breast, squishing them together as she discreetly tugged her too small tank top lower. The way she'd look up at him with those big brown eyes, long lashes batting innocently at him before turning away bashfully.
She might as well have been begging him to fuck.
Sunghoon saw no reason to deny her any further. He popped the little blue pill lying on the counter, though he was quite confident he'd have no trouble at all, maintaining the erection currently struggling against his boxers. He rose up intimidatingly from his perch, slowly making his way towards her. He felt a sly smirk spread across his face at the sight of her trembling with nerves. He'd play along. Treat her real sweet, and calm her nerves.
"You alright, sweetheart?" He crooned.
"Y-yes. Just a bit nervous. This is my first shoot. I've n-never done anything like this before."
"Well. Let me put your mind at ease, darlin'. You be a good girl for me....and I'll fuck you so good, you'll forget all about the cameras. Deal?" Sunghoon's smirk faltered the slightest bit at the sight of animalistic lust swirling in her pretty, dim eyes.
"Deal."
"You guys," Jay whined irritably. "I'm gonna have to do so much fucking editing if you just stand here talking all day. Get to it."
Sunghoon rolled his eyes, before stepping into frame. He settled down comfortably on the couch, beckoning her to join him. She sat down, a cute squeal escaping her throat as Sunghoon dragged her closer to his body. He draped her smooth legs over his lap, pulling her to rest against his chest. She felt an uncomfortable wetness grow in her panties at the feeling of his cool fingers stroking up and down her bare arm.
"Damn. You guys look good together." Jake was mentally patting himself on the back for his scouting talent. She was exactly Sunghoon's type, and the predatory glint in Sunghoon's eyes was telling him he did a good job. If he had played his cards right, Sunghoon wouldn't be going anywhere.
"What do you think, Hoon? She's hot as fuck, huh?"
"Mhmm. Really fucking pretty." He responded, tugging gently at a stray curl.
"I have to admit: I'm jealous as hell." Heeseung grumbled. If he had only chosen rock instead of paper, it'd be him on that couch.
"You should be." Sunghoon laughed lightly. "I can already tell she's gonna be amazing." Her breath hitched at the feeling of his fingers trailing from her arm to rest against her hip.
"And what do you think, sweetheart? Are you ready to get fucked?"
"Mhmm. I've seen some of Sunghoon's videos before, so I know he's really big. So, I'm nervous a little, but mostly excited." She replied in that sultry, quiet voice that was beginning to drive Sunghoon insane.
"Well, I won't say anything else. You two get started whenever you're ready."
After being given the green light, Sunghoon gently tilted her chin towards him so he could make eye contact with her. As expected, she shyly looked away. Sunghoon gently brought his lips to the corner of her mouth, soothing her nerves with a tiny kiss. Though he couldn't see the flush on her skin, he could feel the warmth radiating from her face. He placed a few more kisses to the corner of her mouth, glancing into her lust blown doe eyes before placing soft, wet kisses in a path to her ears.
"You're so pretty, baby...." He murmured into her ear, placing a gentle kiss onto her racing pulse. She covered her face shyly, unable to hide her grin.
"Oh? Are you shy? That's so fucking cute." Though his tone was saccharine sweet, she could feel the condescending note in his voice.
"You don't have to be shy, Doll. Just relax, ok? Why don't you let me loosen you up a bit, yeah?"
"Mhmm." Sunghoon felt his balls ache at her already whiny voice.
"You gonna be a good girl for me? Hmm, pretty?" He mumbled, stopping to press wet kisses against the crook of her neck.
"Y-yes... gonna be a good girl f-for you."
She shivered, feeling his hands rubbing against the side of her thighs. His hands deep higher and higher, beneath the gem of her shirt skirt to rest upon her thighs.
"No panties, baby? Bad girl." She can feel the grin on his lips against her neck.
A breath catches in her throat as she feels his fingers hook into the top of her skirt, wiggling and tugging them down her legs. His lips never separate from nipping and sucking at her neck as he digs his fingers beneath her, gripping handfuls of her ass and hoisting her up to straddle his lap. She became intensely aware of the camera, hearing Jake swear quietly as he got closer for a better view.
"Hey." Sunghoon landed a warning smack against her smooth ass. "Focus on me."
Could he read her mind or something? She did her best to heed his advice, bringing trembling hands up to run through his hair. He pulled her flush against his body, smirking to himself as he squeezed a handful of ass before landing another harsh smack on it. She tugged lightly at his thick, dark strands until his pretty face was in view. Sunghoon's gaze was so intense, so intimidating that she froze on the spot like a deer in headlights. He could feel her heart pounding, racing against him, and he found it so fucking cute that he couldn't help but lean forward and place his lips against hers. She practically melted into him, immediately granting him access into her mouth, a deep moan escaping her. Sunghoon needed no further invitation, his tongue slinking in past her lips to tangle with her own. He quickly won the battle for dominance, exploring her mouth and humming in satisfaction at the faint taste of strawberries on her tongue. She had never gotten so worked up over a simple kiss, embarrassment flooding within her at the sticky wetness she could feel gathering in between her legs. The more he rubbed and smacked and massaged her ass, the wetter she got. Until she was moaning steadily into his mouth, back arching at the feeling of his palm stinging her flesh.
"Please, Sunghoon." She mumbled against his lips.
"Please what, baby?" He mumbled back.
"You're making me so fucking wet, I need you to t-touch me."
"Yeah?" He chuckled. "Am I making that pretty pussy wet? Just from a few kisses, huh?"
He spread her ass open, hazy eyes looking over her shoulder and into the camera.
"Can you see? Can you see how wet her pussy is for me?"
"Fuck. Her pussy's fucking dripping for you, Hoon. Shit, it's so pretty, leaking all over your lap." The sound of Jake's voice behind her, heavy with lust, made her head spin.
"Tell them who's got your pussy so fucking wet, Doll. Tell them what you want me to do to you."
"Y- you, Sunghoon. 'Nd I want you to.. t-to eat me out."
Heeseung was so jealous he almost didn't want to watch. Almost. But he found it impossible to look away as Sunghoon pulled the too small tank top over her head, a pink lacy bra soon joining it on the floor. He gaped, bambi eyes nearly rolling out of his head at the sight of her exposed rack. He never regretted losing rock, paper, scissors this bad in his life.
Jay groaned quietly to himself, the stark contrast of smooth, brown tits and Sunghoon's milk hued fingers turning him on just a bit more than he cared to admit.
A tiny squeal, followed by a giggle, reverberated around the room as Sunghoon flipped her onto her back, bending her in half to expose her sopping core to his salivating mouth.
"Ask me again, baby." He grunted, placing teasing kisses all over her mound, his lips shining with all the excessive slick covering her cunt.
"S-Sunghoon! You know what I w-want." She whimpered.
"Oh, I know, baby..." He held eye contact as he licked a deep stripe in between the folds of her fat cunt, letting her watch her arousal drip off of his tongue and back onto her throbbing clit. "....but I wanna hear you beg for it."
"I..I....please?" Words were becoming increasingly hard for her to remember as he ghosted feather light kisses against her clit.
"Please....? If you want me to eat your fat, wet little cunt, baby, you're gonna have to ask me the right way." She pinched and rolled hardened nipples between her fingers as his tongue toyed with the hood of her clit teasingly.
"E-eat me, Hoonie? Please, need you to eat me so bad I- fuck!"
She figured what she had said was good enough for Sunghoon, because his plush lips wrapped themselves around her pulsing clit and began to suckle. He alternated between light, teasing sucks and long, deep, soul-snatching gulps around her sensitive clit. He devoured her clit, showing no mercy as it throbbed and ached in his mouth, quivering against his tongue. His face was nearly covered in her slick, clear juices running down his chin as he swallowed around her bud.
"F-f-fuck! Good, fuck, so g-good!"
She thought she was going to die at the feeling of his sharp teeth lightly nipping at her clit. She could feel the onslaught of an amazing orgasm around the corner, instincts kicking in as she absent-mindedly gripped a tight fistful of dark hair. She pushed his face even deeper into her snatch, hips bucking until he was once again giving her those back arching, soul-snatching, mind-blowing deep suckles once again. She didn't even have the chance to warn him before her eyes were rolling back into her head, and she was flooding his mouth with more juices for him to swallow down. He moaned around her clit, the vibration making her hips stutter as she rolled them against his tongue, fucking his face through her orgasm.
The dreamy expression on her face as he ate her out was Sunghoon's kryptonite. His dick felt like an anvil in his sweatpants, hard and heavy, a dark wet spot staining the front as his arousal leaked through. When she finally let go of the death grip she had on his hair, he sat up, pretty face dripping in cum as he crawled up her body and smacked a wet kiss on her lips. His balls ached when he pulled away and a string of spit and cum connected their full lips.
"I'm so fucking hard from eating you out, baby. Care to return the favor?" Her eyes ate him up as he stripped his t-shirt off, exposing defined muscles and biceps bigger than her head.
"Yes.... please." She panted.
When the room finally stopped spinning and she could feel her legs again, she sat up, tugging impatiently at the string of Sunghoon's sweatpants. She pushed them to the ground, mouth watering as his heavy dick bobbed free.
As he kicked his sweatpants aside, she took a moment to admire his member. Though it seemed odd, the first word that came to her mind at the sight of his cock was pretty. It was clearly heavy, seeing as it was rock hard yet unable to stand straight up. It was long, probably long enough to extend past his belly button if it weren't so damn heavy. He seemed incredibly girthy, in a way that made her both scared and excited to feel the way he'd stretch her hole. His shaft was as pale as the rest of him, tinted the prettiest shade of blush pink. His head was dark pink, bordering red, swollen, twitching, and leaking precum as he grew more and more excited under her gaze.
He shuddered, head falling back to rest against the couch as the tips of her little fingers grazed his length. He couldn't contain his moan as she wrapped her hand around his head, massaging and stroking his most sensitive parts. She somehow was ✨️miraculously✨️ able to hold eye contact with him as she leaned in and kissed his tip, making a show of licking up the precum that smeared onto her lips. Sunghoon almost couldn't stand to watch as she began licking him eagerly, coating his massive length in spit.
"Sunghoonie?" She whispered in the most seductive voice he had ever heard.
"Y-yeah, baby?"
"Guess what?.... I don't have a gag reflex."
Before he could even process those words and what they meant for him, his achingly sensitive tip was lodged snugly in her throat and her lips were kissing the base of his cock.
And suddenly, Sunghoon believed in soulmates, and love at first sight and all that other bullshit.
"Fuck!" He shouted, balling a handful of curls into his fist.
It really was her fault. He had planned to be sweet and gentle with her, but how could he when he could feel her throat squeezing and contacting against him as she swallowed around the base of his dick? She just had to show off and deep throat him like a pro. Like a whore. Well, if she wanted to suck dick like a whore than Sunghoon would treat her like a whore.
He gathered her locks up into a tight ponytail, guiding her up and down on his cock at his own pace. He watched the tears well up in her eyes at the lack of oxygen, a twisted smirk tugging at his lips as he pinched her cute little button nose closed. He fucked her pretty mouth until her eyes were starting to roll back from not being able to breath. He yanked her head back, chuckling to himself as she gasped dramatically for air. Her glossy lips were slick with a mixture of precum and spit, plump and red from stretching around his girth. He gave her ten seconds at most before he was thrusting into the back of her throat, groaning as she tried desperately to suck on his outward strokes. She was crying, tears and spit ruining her pretty mascara as his tip bruised the back of her throat.
"Look into the camera, baby." He grunted, gripping her roughly by the chin as he rutted into her mouth.
"Who's a pretty slut?"
"Me!" She garbled around his length.
"Tell them." He pulled her off of his cock roughly by her hair.
"I'm a pretty slut." She cried, drunken eyes staring dazedly into the camera.
"Yes, you are, pretty girl. My pretty fuckin' slut. Gonna look so fucking pretty taking my cum down your throat." She moaned in response, the vibration coaxing a whine out of Sunghoon's throat.
"You want it, don't you? Want to f-feel my cum flooding your nasty mouth. Want to t-taste- fuck! You want to fucking taste it, don't you, slut?"
The feeling of her nodding her head enthusiastically, throat constricting as she swallowed around his base triggered his orgasm. She felt a slight pinch in her head at the lack of oxygen as Sunghoon forces her mouth down for a final time against the base of his dick.
"Fu-fu....." He's unable even to mutter his dirty words as he hits his peak, eyes rolling back as a steady stream of pathetic moans erupt out of him. His hips jerk into her face, sloppily thrusting as he spurts and dribbles down her throat.
By the time he comes down from his orgasm, he's sheepish because usually he'd never cum that quick into a film. He can feel his friends' eyes burning holes in him, a deep flush spreading across his face. He ignores it in favor of finally letting her get a breath of fresh air, grinning as she opens her mouth wide to show him she swallowed. He leans down close to her, spitting a fat wad of spit onto her mouth and sighing to himself as she gulps it down. He scoops her up off of her knees and transfers her over into the bed in the corner of the room. He doesn't wait for Jake to carry the heavy camera equipment over or for Heeseung to bring the mic. Instead, he leans over her and kisses her deeply before climbing on top of her. She wraps slender arms around his neck, stroking his hair as he grinds his still stiff member into her soaked gash. She's moaning and whispering hushed pleas to Sunghoon as her thick thighs wrap around his waist, locking him in. The feeling of his wide tip grinding against her sensitive clit is driving her crazy, her hips raising to grind right back against him in hopes he'll take pity on her.
"Sung....want....it." She's mumbling to him between kisses, moving from his lips to suck hickeys into his sharp jawline.
He ignores her, knowing that he has to make up extra time in the film now, seeing as he's already gone and blown an accidental load. He lets her kiss and suck on his neck and jaw for a bit before he moves to mark and kiss all over her breasts. She watches Sunghoon wrap his pretty pink lips around her chocolate chip nipples, sucking and moaning and teasing her until she's squirming and begging for him again.
"Please! Please. Need you so bad, baby."
"I know, Honey. Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
She's a little relieved when long, thick fingers slide into her tight hole, but it's not what she wants. It's not what she needs. And even though it isn't what she wants, she's greedy. She's grateful. So she takes it with a moan, wantonly spreading her legs to get a better view of the way her pussy coats him. Her juices flow even more steadily at the sound of his grunts. His filthy words, juxtaposed by the way he's cooing at her, telling her what a good little cum dump she'll be for him. Telling her how pretty her pussy looks dripping all over the place like a cheap slut. How he can't wait to fuck her full of his nut and watch his cum drip out of her, how when he's finished with her she'll be so ruined that she'll keep coming back again and again for more. He's disrespectful and mean and disgusting. She hates it. She loves it.
Eventually, her impatience outgrows her gratefulness and with tears in her eyes, she begs Sunghoon to fuck her. To put her out of her misery, to ruin her like he promised. Sunghoon hurriedly agrees, feeling like he's been fingering her for hours, when in reality it's only been about ten minutes. But he's just so impatient, so eager to finally get his dick wet. He wants to feel it, he wants to fuck, and he's not denying himself the carnal pleasure for even a second longer.
She needs him so bad she's trembling, crying, and sniveling pathetically as he folds her in half, practically balling her up as he lines his tip up with her clenching hole. Those tears of desperation turn into tears of pleasure as Sunghoon slowly sinks into her.
Inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch.
Every inch he gives her brings her dangerously closer to orgasm, and by the time his hips settle against hers, she's gone.
Sunghoon has no clue how Jake found this gem of a woman, but the way her swollen cunt is sucking and swallowing and milking his dick has him ready to quit his job, skip town and elope. She's dick drunk, gasping and choking and pushing her hips into his. Her pupils are blown wide with lust, watery eyes struggling to stay open and focused on him. His jaw practically drops at the nasty words coming out of her mouth, good girl facade long forgotten. She's moaning absolute filth, his dick twitching aggresively as she whispers how she plans on getting on top and fucking him over and over until he passes out. How good his dick looks fucking in and out of her fat little pussy, covered in her juices. How her pussy is going to ruin other women for him.
Sunghoon fears that the last one might be true. Coming down from her high doesn't calm her down in the slightest bit. In fact, it seems to have lit a flame within her. She pushes at his shoulder until he lets her roll him over, a shocked groan coming out of him as she immediately begins riding him like her life depends on it. He watches her tits bounce as she slams down on his dick, his hands flying to grip at her waist as he's bulldozed with the intensity of the pleasure. And shit, maybe it was good that he popped that viagra, because there's no way he's not about to cum with her tits bouncing in his face and what he's officially deemed 'the perfect pussy' strangling his erection. All he can do is get a good grip on her hips and enjoy it as a bolt of lightening shoots through his body, followed by a hollow ache in the pit of his stomach. He bites out a harsh curse, toes curling involuntarily as he busts deep inside of her.
She's making him look bad. Like he's not very good at his job, like he doesn't get pussy on a steady basis. He knows better than to blow his load deep inside, he knows it looks better on camera when he cums with just his tip barely inside so it can drip back out. But to be quite frank, Sunghoon didn't really give a rat's ass about the camera or the film or anything really at this moment. All he cared about was the way he had never been unable to hold back his orgasm, how he had never climaxed more than once for a film. He feels so out of control, like he's no longer in charge. So he rolls over, mid stroke, and continues pounding and drilling her into the sheets to regain control.
And despite the fact that's he's once again on top, now Sunghoon is the one who's whining and gasping and begging like his life depends on it. It feels so good, and the rougher, the faster, the deeper he goes, the more insatiable he becomes. He can't get enough, he'll never have enough, he's already obsessed and missing her cunt before hes even pulled out of it.
And he's so weak, so fucked out and high that he can't do anything except keep cumming. Again and again, pumping her full to the point of spilling our all over the sheets, unable to stop. He's addicted to it, eyes rolled back in his head, just panting and moaning loudly because he can't quite remember how to formulate words. He's becoming increasingly weak as his orgasms are becoming increasingly frequent, one orgasm rolling into the next, again and again, until it almost feels like he's trapped in a never-ending orgasm. Sunghoon soon finds himself struggling even to rut into her wet heat, cumming again at just her warm walls sucking and swallowing him in. The sight of her battered mound soaking his length, while she looks up at with with those pretty fucking eyes is killing him.
Sunghoon fucking knew it. Shy, his ass.
She's making a pussy drunk fool out of him, kissing and sucking at his throat as his body tenses up in orgasm once again. She gently rubs her fingers through his sticky, cum covered happy trail, watching his abdominal muscles contract harshly with the strength of his orgasm. He lifts his anguished, pleading, drunken eyes to the camera in a silent cry for help, but Jake just laughs at him.
"What'sa matter, Hoonie? Pussy too good for you?" Jake is so uncomfortably hard he thinks he'd probably nut in his pants if he sneezed at this point.
He nods dumbly, feeling the onslaught of another orgasm as she clenched hard around his girth. He changes his mind again and wishes in this moment that he hadn't taken that little blue magic pill that's keeping his dick stiff because he's more than overstimulated. He runs a shaking hand through his sex tangled hair, looking directly into the camera as he's forced into climax. Jake captures the way Sunghoon's eyes roll back into his head, shivers quaking his entire frame, mouth opening wide in a silent cry of ecstasy. Heeseung's brows furrow as he tries to make words out of the cum drunk babbling escaping past Sunghoon's pouty lips.
He's embarrassed at this point, skin flushing red for more reasons than one. He was supposed to be blowing her mind, not the other way around. He grits his teeth, nails digging into her plush skin as he tries desperately to ground himself.
"Cut the fucking camera. Ohhhh, fuck! Fuck, that's it, baby! Feels so fucking good. I-I need a b-break."
"No fucking way, dude. Chicks go crazy over shit like this, we're gonna make so much cash on this one. Shut up and take it like a man." If he wasn't balls deep inside of the most addictive pussy he'd ever had the pleasure of experiencing, he'd have punched the shit out of Jay.
Jay doesn't even care. With every moan, squeak, and cry, he's hearing the cha-ching! of his bank account getting fatter.
"She keeps fucking.... making me......ugh..... cum too fucking hard. I'm gonna fucking...oh, shiiiit...pass out." He moans.
"Don't moan when you're talking to us, bro, that's gross." In the year and a half that they've been making adult films, Heeseung can't recall ever wishing it had been his turn to fuck more. Heeseung's pretty sure that if she looked over at him for even just a second he could cum, untouched. But she's locked into Sunghoon, unable to tear her bedroom eyes away from him for even a second, and Heeseung can feel himself growing jealous all over again.
"Hee...seung hyung. Shut the fuck up." He gasped.
He leans back onto his haunches, shakily thrusting in at a new angle that presses the engorged tip of his dick against her spongy walls so good that she's immediately crying out in ecstasy, an arch of crystal clear liquid squirting out of her. Sunghoon is speechless, watching the liquid splash against his groin, dumbfounded that she could not only withstand the stimulation of him blowing his load inside of her repeatedly but also squirt. Her eyes pinch shut as his pace slows down to a painful crawl, deep enough where she can feel his head poking and prodding into her cervix. His dickhead pushing inside of her cervix hurts, but it hurts in a way that has a fresh wave of arousal soaking down his length, her legs shaking in anticipation of what's to come. She's squeaking and whimpering, aroused whining leaving her parted lips in a clear attempt to tell him he's about to make her cum again.
"W-wait. Wait for m-me this time."
She's trying to close her legs shut, shuddering as shaking fingers make contact with her clit, rubbing in painstakingly slow circles. His free hand pulls her legs over his shoulders, pressing kisses onto a slim ankle as his stare bores into her soul. He can see her pretty pedicured toes curling out of the corner of his eye as she fights back her orgasm. He likes the fight in her eyes, the determination to be good for him striking a match in his groin. He trails his kisses from her ankle to her foot, sucking pretty French tipped toes into his mouth as he watches a cloudy look wash over her features. Dim, teary eyes beg him to finish her off, beg him to cum inside just one more time.
And so he does.
He picks up his pace just the slightest bit, but it's more than enough to set his back rigid, pretty toes falling out of his mouth as his head rolls back onto his shoulders. He gasps audibly before the most embarrassing, wet, concupiscent, pathetic noises begin to escape his throat. He's never even heard himself make sounds like this before, but he can't bring himself to care, keening in pleasure as he spills inside of her womb. She's moaning something about being able to feel shit in her stomach or something like that, Sunghoon's not quite conscious enough to make sense of her screams. The only thing that he's one hundred percent aware of is the tightening of her cunt around his dick, feeling himself twitching and jerking inside of her as he shoots long ropes of sticky, pearly white cum. His head is spinning, vision blurring as his balls throb, emptying himself completely, and it isn't until dainty hands are wiping at his eyes that he realizes he's crying. She working her hips against his, helping him ride out his orgasm, mentally capturing the image of his tear streaked, pussy drunk, fucked out expression. He's stuffing her so full of cum that she can feel it spreading and seeping into every nook and cranny of her cunt, globs dripping out as he gently rocks back and forth.
The dull ache resonating in the base of his spine slowly fades away, his limp body slumping on top of hers, panting and shaking as he fights to catch his breath. She's shushing him like a baby, running gentle fingers through his hair and normally, he'd genuinely rather disintegrate into the atmosphere than let a woman baby him in front of his friends, but this shit feel so fucking good, her racing heart lulling him into a pleasantly calm state. He doesn't even care about his pride anymore, he needs the aftercare after that experience. He feels no shame at all, getting his scalp massaged, and his back rubbed and forehead kisses as he finally starts to soften.
"Don't wanna pull out," He mumbles, nuzzling deeper into her chest as he continues to let her baby him. "Jus' end it here." He murmurs. He can hear Jake muttering irritably behind him, turning the camera off as Heeseung sets the mic aside.
She's humming contently to herself, and he can feel the vibration of it against his forehead as she continues to press kisses on him.
"Well. That's a wrap. I'll edit and upload this later tonight." Jay's voice cuts through Sunghoon's post orgasmic haze.
"Did I do good?" Heeseung is immediately excusing himself to go jerk off in the nearest empty room as her eyes finally land on him. Jay rolls his eyes at Heeseung's lack of self-control.
"You did great, baby girl. You fucked the tears out of him."
"Shut the fuck up." Sunghoon has never blushed this much in his entire life. Sunghoon would honestly love to stay in this position for the rest of his life, but he's almost an entire foot taller than her, so he can't help but feel like he's crushing her.
"Wanna shower with me?" Jay and Jake exchange quick looks of surprise at Sunghoon's foreign offer.
"Yeah! Part two!" Again, Jay only sees dollar signs. She laughs nervously at Jay's response, but happily agrees to a shower.
"I don't think I could handle another round just yet." Her arms wrap around Sunghoons neck, legs encompassing his waist as he hoists her up, carrying her into the bathroom. He's still lodged deep inside of her, overstimulating her in the short journey from bed to shower. For some reason, Sunghoon can hear footsteps behind him as he enters the bathroom and slams the door just in time to lock Jake out.
"Dude, what the fuck?! Let me in.... I wanna watch." Sunghoon laughs at how sad and upset Jake sounds.
"Get lost."
"Fine. But don't be surprised if you find me watching the tape back and jerking off when you get out."
She's clinging onto him like a koala, fatigue finally setting in as he steps under the hot running water. He sets her down gently, pride filling him at the way she has to grip onto him to steady herself on trembling legs.
Sunghoon starts with washing her face and wiping away the tears and spit and cum and smudged make up. His heart palpitates when he sees she's even prettier without the makeup on. He takes his time, washing every inch of her exhausted body, giving her soft kisses whenever the urge becomes too strong to resist. He's being extra gentle as he washes and rinses between her legs, smiling as she whines cutely about being sensitive. She hopes he can't feel the way her heart is still racing for him as he wipes a sudsy cloth over her chest with a touch so light it sets off butterflies in her stomach. Sunghoon is so glad that it's only the two of them in the bathroom right now, because he can only imagine the shit his friends would give him for being so soft with a woman that isn't even his. But he can't help it. There's something so intimate about taking care of her. It's scratching an itch for him that he didn't even know he'd been ignoring. He feels giddy, and vulnerable, and whole in a way that both excites him and scares him. He's not looking forward to her departure, to say the least. He quickly washes himself as well, before getting out and drying first her body and then his own. She wraps her smaller fingers around his larger one as he leads her out of the bathroom, grabbing a clean tee for her to wear and just a pair of boxers for himself. He's pleasantly surprised to see that his friends are gone but were thoughtful enough to change the sheets on his bed.
"So um..... I've never done this before. Do you want me to....should I just l-leave or?"
"No. Stay with me for a bit." This was already more aftercare than Sunghoon had ever done after a film. And despite the fact that he knew he was setting them both up to catch feelings, he couldn't resist the urge to hold her.
He was glad for her instant compliance, relaxing into his arms as he pulled the comforter over her spent body. And maybe he was spellbound, maybe he was still just a little under the influence of her pussy, but he couldn't find it in himself to let her leave without first making her a proposition.
"Thank you for today, Honey. You did amazing."
"Thank you! I... I really enjoyed it."
"Me too. Y'know. I'm not gonna lie. Before this shoot, I was thinking about retiring. Sleeping with a different woman every other week was fun at first, but not anymore. M-maybe... if you're interested....we can make this a regular thing. Like...just between us?" Sunghoon chided himself for feeling so shy after spending the last hour and a half fucking each other dumb.
"Just between us?"
"Yeah. Like, instead of having shoots with different women.... It could just be me and you? I-if the video does well, I mean." He shouldn't have said anything.
"I think that would be ok." Never mind, he was glad he suggested it.
He was even more glad when a week after Jay had posted the video, it had already made three times as much as his videos usually made. Suffice to say, Sunghoon had changed his mind about retiring and was quite happy to be making content exclusively with his new partner. Jay was just as happy as Sunghoon. Raking in cash hand over fist, made his dick just as hard as the videos he was producing. Jake was just happy to keep the gang together. Heeseung, on the other hand, was a different story.
"This shit is so fucking unfair," Heeseung grumbled, watching Sunghoon's now girlfriend saunter on camera in the skimpiest little cheerleader costume he had ever seen. " ...that should be me."
His dick throbbed in his pants as she blew him a kiss.
"It's alright, hyung. At least you get to watch."
A/N: if you see a typo.... no, you don't, baby. No you dont.
