cw: dead dove do not eat. taboo themes , incest , olderbrother!jungwon , dryhumping , voyeurism , praise kink , infantilization kinda? , slight coercion , size difference , slight degradation , #justthetip except jungwon straight up lies , jungwon biggest damn perv out there , ends abruptly but ending is up to you! , NO USE OF AI.
an: hihihi thanks for all the love on my first post🥹 THIS IS SO SHORT and gross… i am finishing up the other evan fic im writing and that one is so much longer so it’s taking forever but it will be worth i swear :p
olderbrother!jungwon who quietly dragged you into the dark pantry and whispering “wanna help wonnie again, baby?” you noticed jungwon left a small crack in the door, you seeing a glimpse of your parents in the dining room. either way, you nodded. you wanted to be the best little sister for your older brother! “now… wonnie needs you to be really quiet, princess. our parents are right outside the door and if they hear you, i can get in big trouble… and we don’t want that right?” jungwon’s large hands were on your tiny hips, slowly rubbing up and down on the dips. his were lips pressed into a kiss against the back of your head as you nodded again. jungwon hummed in satisfaction. “mm, good girl. doing so well already.”
olderbrother!jungwon who’s bulge was pressed against your back as he made you lean back to touch your small tits. “oh princess… they’ve gotten much bigger since last time, yeah?” jungwon slowly kneaded your breasts while he thrusted his hips upwards onto your clothed bottom. he slid his hands back down to your hips. his grip was firm, but not too rough. “so warm for me, i bet it’s so wet and tight too. wonnie wishes he could fuck you here, but he can’t yet… too risky.” you heard the sad pout in his voice, but you can tell he didn’t falter. “you can wonnie take your panties off today, right? please? your brother really needs this…” jungwon slid your small panties off and tossed them somewhere it didn’t matter. “remember what i wonnie said about being quiet baby. you don’t wanna get in trouble, hm? i’ll cover your mouth if i have to.”
olderbrother!jungwon who’s hand is covering your small face while he thrusts into the middle of your wet thighs. “oh that’s it baby, just like how i taught you.” your cunt is warm and slick against his bare cock— it making filthy sounds every time jungwon thrusts. you look through the small crack in the door. your parents are engaged in conversation about something you can’t even comprehend because of what you’re doing with jungwon. the thought of your parents being outside the door and can easily hear and see you making your head dizzy. jungwon notices your gaze on them. “you like knowing that they’re out there, princess? imagine if they saw me fucking into your cunt, hm? you’d like that, don’t you? i knew you would, that’s why i brought you here. my baby is so gross. little head of yours needs to be fixed”
olderbrother!jungwon who really does love his sister so much. “my beautiful girl. wonnie loves you so much, you know? cmon and let wonnie put the tip in… just a little. wonnie won’t spill inside, i promise.” jungwon aligns his tip with your small hole and pushes in slightly. your eyes roll back at the unfamiliar feeling. “that’s it, my good girl. f-fuck… thank you baby. only the tip, wonnie promises.” jungwon lies straight through his teeth and smiles to himself. “you feel just like how i imagined. shit, y-you’re milking me, sweetheart. cmon just the tip, oh fuck…” jungwon pushes in a little deeper, despite all his promises. “almost ready to take my whole cock, aren’t you? next time you’re gonna take it all. every single inch.” jungwon’s head is dizzy from the feeling of your gummy walls clenching with every thrust. he’s so close to climax— of course he doesn’t wanna hurt his girl, but he can’t help himself, and you know it too. “gonna cum, princess. wonnie’s trying not to be so rough but he—he really wants this y’know? fuck— oh fuck… wonnie might cum inside baby… wonnie’s so sorry…”
lowk need perv incel heejake taking advantage of yn... they have never felt the touch of a woman so when they get their hands on one, they go crazy ... do u see my vision
˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ incels
heejake x fem!reader
wc. 746
contents. Incel heejake, both of them are disgusting, use of incel vocabulary, dehumanization, noncon, drugging, breeding kink, tits play, virginity loss (heeseung n jake), threesome, piss kink, edging, overstimulation
a/n. Im so so sorry for taking this long to start writing again. I remembered this was in my inbox due to the whole hiplet discourse on tiktok 😭 btw if any moots wanna stay in touch outside of tumblr since i randomly go inactive, i dont mind sharing my tiktok or ig
Incel heejake! who are both virgins. They met freshman year of college and became fast friends over their inability to flirt or even talk to a woman :(
incel heejake! Who are different kinds of perverts.
incel heeseung! Who spends most of his time on forums, describing how much he wants a foid to use as a fucktoy. Anything he wants, anywhere he wants. A pretty doll that’ll offer her tight throat for him, her him dump loads after loads of cum in her little pussy and in her ass.
incel heeseung! Who has a massive piss kink. He dreams of having his very own, tight little cum and piss dump right under his desk while he games. Face down ass up, pussy and ass gaped just enough for his cock to slip in so he can piss inside her instead of getting up.
incel jake! Who no matter how much he tries to act like other guys on forums, can't see himself dominating a woman. He just wants to be guided, a warm hand over his cock, and a sultry voice in his ear telling him how good he’s being.
incel jake! Who likes to edge himself until he makes a mess. He needs to edge himself until his tip turns an angry red or he wont be satisfied :( the messier his orgasm the better, bonus point if he piss himself in the process :3
incel heejake! Who watches so much porn that the normal stuff doesn't work anymore. They turn to anal, bondage, feet, cumflation and ultimately end up using X for porn :(
incel heejake! Who seems normal when you first meet them. A little antisocial and awkward yes, but nothing out of common for 2 nerds in your university's robotic club.
incel heejake! Who both can't get you out of their head. Your shiny hair, soft skin, your smile, your full chest, hard nipples peeking through your tops that always make jake salivate. Tiny skirts that let heeseung peek at your underwear.
incel heejake! Who both decide they need to get their hands on you, whether you like it or not. After all, foods like you should be honored to be able to have sex with them.
incel heejake! Who invites you to their dorm under the guise of working on their newest design for the robotics competition only for you to fall asleep after drinking the juice heeseung hands you :(
incel jake! Who’s hands are trembling when he finally gets to touch your unconscious body, groping your tits.
incel heeseung! Who’s quick to undress you and tie your wrist and legs in the perfect position for him to use you without problem.
incel heejake! Who can't even wait for the drug to wear off and you to wake up before they start having their way with you. You wake up with heeseung cock pistoning in and out of your drooling pussy and jake’s desperate mouth sucking your nipples.
incel heeseung! Who looks down at you with no remorse when you try to push them away and fuck you harder, telling you how long he’s waited for be able to fuck a foid like you.
incel jake! Who begs you to let him use your mouth under heeseung’s disgusted glare. You accept because what can you do in this situation?
incel jake! Who cums the second he pushes in, the foreign feeling of your warm throat too much for his cock.
incel heeseung! Who comes inside you twice, milky release dripping down your ruined pussy before he finally realizes your crying. Whether it's because you’re choking on jake's dick or because of what they're doing to you he doesn't know nor does he care. All that matters is the ruined look on your face. The face of a whore.
incel heeseung! Who makes you cum more times than you can count. He refuses to let jake near your pussy, decided to make sure his seed takes before he pulls out.
incel heeseung! Who doesn't pull out and piss inside your overstuffed pussy, warm liquid gushing out of your battered pussy and leaking on the bed.
incel jake! Who’s only able to get to your pussy when heeseung physically can't cum anymore. You’re barely conscious, too overwhelmed and too sensitive.
incel jake! Who stuffed you some more, warm cum and piss inside your pussy.
incel heejake! Who plan to make each one of their fantasies true with you. Whether you like it or not <3
800 ♡ dubcon, implied captivity, pet play, cumeating, masturbation (m.), drooling, spit, manhandling, humiliation, dumbification, use of ‘kitty’, ‘bitch’.
the soft sound of footsteps echoing in the hallway make you sit up, the bell on your collar jangling. your small fingers wrap around the thin bars of your cage, trying to peer through. the door swings open, your owner’s silhouette entering the bedroom. your collar jingles more as you excitedly squirm in anticipation. you stick your tongue out, panting softly at the sight of sunghoon approaching you.
‘hi, kitty,’ he says, flicking on the light as he steps closer to your cage. you’re practically clawing at the bars now, trying to sit up as far as you can within the cramped space. ‘so eager to see me.. did you miss me?’ he asks, his voice low as he sticks a finger through your cage towards your mouth. you eagerly lap at his digit, suckling on the tip of his finger while you purr softly.
seemingly pleased by your response, sunghoon withdraws his hand, your disappointed whine emanating from the confines of your cage. he unbuckles his belt, the sound of clanking metal making your thighs press together instinctively. he takes his already semi-hard cock out of his boxers, tugging his pants to his mid thighs before giving his shaft a few lazy strokes.
you stick your tongue out again, opening your mouth wider, nostrils flaring as you push your face against the bars. pathetic little noises escape you, sunghoon’s eyes glimmering with dark promise as you gazes down at you.
‘my pretty little kitty, keep your mouth open just like that for me,’ he murmurs. you do as he says, watching as he grips his length a bit tighter, pumping himself a bit faster now. you whimper, a string of drool trickling down your chin as tears well in your eyes from keeping your jaw extended like this. your thighs rub against each other in a primal search for friction, your desire building within you along with a fluttering sense of anxiety.
‘please, please,’ you mewl, your lips coming together in a pout but sunghoon stops his movements, glaring at you in response.
‘i told you to keep your mouth open, bitch.’ he growls, clearly unimpressed with your sudden disobedience so you quickly open wide once more, a few tears dribbling down your flushed cheeks. you want to taste him, need to feel the weight of his girth on your tongue. you’ve been waiting for him all day.
sunghoon starts fisting his cock again, grunting as his tip flares a cherry shade of red, bubbling with pre-cum. you choke back a sob, your jaw still hanging slack as you watch him, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of your stomach because you know what he plans to do to you.
the cage clangs as sunghoon flips the lock, tugging the door open so he can get closer to your trembling form. you stay put, looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks and your swollen lips parted as far you can feasibly manage. with a low groan, he releases his load onto you, splattering his seed across your face, some of it landing on your heaving chest as well. you frantically flick your tongue around, trying to gather as much of it as possible on your tongue in a last ditch effort. he laughs at you, a low chuckle from deep in his chest at your pathetic behaviour.
you whine as he mocks you, visibly distressed by the fact that he still hasn’t let you taste him. as he plants a large hand on the top of your head, attempting to push you back into your cage, you pounce forward, wrapping your limbs around one of his legs.
‘no, please, pl-please, m-missed you-‘ you cry, clinging to him in an effort to prevent him from leaving again. sunghoon grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you off of him, your weakened body crumbling to the floor. he suddenly grabs your face in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. he doesn’t ask you to open your mouth for him this time, just uses his other thumb to pull your bottom lip down. sunghoon looms over you as he spits into your mouth, a wad of his saliva landing on your tongue before he closes your jaw for you. ‘swallow.’ he commands, and you do, without hesitation.
sunghoon takes a moment, staring at your reddened eyes, plump, swollen lips and his cum still smeared across your chin. his expression softens for a brief second before he lets go of you. ‘fine. i’ll let you out for a couple of hours.’ he says, before outlining the consequences of what he’ll do to you if you don’t behave. you don’t hear them, your ears ringing and body vibrating with excitement as you stare back up at him.
warnings/tags: MINORS DNI 18+, fluff, kissing, piv, doggy, established relationship, oral sex (m&f rec), soft dom!sunghoon, slight jealousy, size diff, size kink, mentions of being smaller than him, being picked up, mentions of aftercare, grinding(?), praise, gagging, hair tugging, standing sex, cursing, cuddles, use of pet names (baby, babe, sweetheart).
word count: 859
a/n: this is my first attempt...apologies in advance. not proofread.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who tries to get you to go to the gym once with him. when you finally say yes (even though it is hesitant), he gets so excited to show you what he loves to do. rambling on about how he likes to warm up and work out his arms. when you tell him he is rambling, his ears turn red. "sorry baby, just got too excited...cant wait to be with you."
gym bro bf!sunghoon who spots you during everything. leg press? there. weighted squats? there. bench press? there. still protecting his girl no matter what. he doesn't want you hurting yourself.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who glares at other guys as they look at you. one tried to talk to you, sunghoon just walks over and wraps his arm around your waist. like a silent claim. you smile at him amused, finding him unbelievable.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who makes you both smoothies after working out. rewarding you for doing something with him he knew you didn't really like. "here you go baby, you did so good for me today." he makes sure to use fruits he knows you really enjoy, smiling when you thank him.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who is bigger than you and teases you when he helps you with everyday tasks. "come on baby, you could've at least tried." grabbing items off the top shelves, trying to clean the ceiling, trying to reach behind the TV.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who listens to phonk music when he does his pushups in the morning. pouts every time you tease him. "the beat motivates me, babe..." you don't tease long, ending up giggling and kissing him unable to hide your affection.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who keeps weights in the bedroom. sometimes before he goes to sleep he uses them to decompress. you watch him pouting because you're right there :(
gym bro bf!sunghoon who sends you mirror selfies all the time. all sweaty with his shirt clinging to him. you can see the smirk on his face through the screen, he knows what they do to him. you end up saving it to your camera roll, along with the other 20 you have.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who laughs when you try to get him to wear compression shirts. "if you want to see me that bad might as well go shirtless." you end up complaining to him, because its obviously not the same. either way he cant say no to your pout. ordering some on his phone a bit after the whole conversation.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who works extra hard on his arms knowing you like them. walking around in tank tops and sweatpants. enjoying you trying to look sneaky as you peek at him. "you're blushin, sweetheart."
gym bro bf!sunghoon who loves working his arms extra so he can pick you up. he loves to feel your legs wrap around his waist and arms around his neck.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who wears his grey sweatpants extra low so you can see his v-line. taking pictures in the locker room at the gym making sure his bulge is on display, along with his smirk.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who helps you stretch, moving to adjust your hips, hands on your waist. moving so you ass is pressed against his clothed cock. smirking when you gasp slightly. "oops...sorry, babe."
gym bro bf!sunghoon who loves doggy style. putting you into a gentle headlock with his arms. "fuuuck- baby you look so beautiful..." as his muscles flexing around your neck as he pounds into you from behind. loving the way your face looks in bliss.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who loves fucking you against the wall and standing, feeling how small you are against him. enjoying the control, moving you so you both feel pleased. the position making you both closer to each other, relying on each other.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who loves being in-between your legs. holding your thighs to keep them open. locking you in place as he abuses your pussy. "taste so good, baby...gonna get me addicted"
gym bro bf!sunghoon who loves your ass. unable to not touch it. laying down? squeezing. cooking? comes up behind you, kneading it in his palms. now you don't even bat an eye when he randomly smacks it.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who loses control and forgets his strength. your mouth around him, bobbing your head. his head throws back with a guttural moan. his hands fly to your hair and pulls you closer. not realizing that it made you gag. "s-sorry baby, doin so good. don' stop."
gym bro bf!sunghoon who after sex is still the sweetest guy. he cleans up your legs, using lotion. getting you a cold drink and pain medicine in advance. along with tons of cuddles and kisses too.
gym bro bf!sunghoon who pulls you back in bed when you wake up first. not realizing and whines like a puppy. "five more minutes..." wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you against his chest. kissing your neck lazily.
warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content, rough sex, possessive ex trope, semi-public sex (bathroom), manhandling, choking, breath play, hair pulling, hand over mouth, dirty talk, praise/degradation mix, unprotected sex, creampie, blowjob, cum swallowing, cock slapping, size kink, dacryphilia, jealousy, alcohol mention, light aftercare
wc : 1,2k
author’s note >⩊<.ᐟ : guys I nearly combusted. the SECOND jake posted those pictures on weverse dm’s I KNEWWWWW exactly what I was gonna do with them. AWOOOOOOO 😭 LOOK AT THAT GAZE IN THE FIRST PICTURE I’M SO FUCKING DONE… every jake biased: i’m so sorry for your health. hope you’re doing okay.
the after-party was buzzing with expensive perfume, low lights, and soft jazz mixed with heavier beats. the dress code was red, and you had chosen the sexiest piece in your closet.
the deep crimson dress hugged every curve like it was made for you. the neckline plunged just enough to show off your full, round breasts, the fabric clinging to your waist before flowing over your hips and ass. your long hair cascaded down your back in soft waves, shining under the lights.
you looked breathtaking, and you knew it.
you had walked in with jungwon, his arm politely around your waist as you both laughed and greeted people. he paid for your drinks, kept the conversation light, and made sure you were having fun.
after the wine hit, you danced together, bodies moving close but nothing inappropriate.
you were enjoying yourself, genuinely. jake was the last thing on your mind.
you didn’t even know he was there until you felt it. that intense gaze burning into your skin from across the room.
jake stood in the corner, red wine glass in hand, eyes locked on you like a predator. he watched every sway of your hips, every smile you gave jungwon, every time your breasts bounced slightly when you laughed. his jaw was tight, fingers white around the glass.
when jungwon excused himself to talk business with some executives, you wandered to the bar alone, ordering another drink. seconds later, a strong hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd.
jake dragged you down a quiet hallway, pushed open the first unlocked door—a luxurious bathroom—and locked it behind you.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, voice low and dangerous.
he backed you against the wall, caging you in with his body. his eyes were dark, that signature seductive gaze now filled with pure jealousy.
you lifted your chin, heart racing. “what does it look like? i’m having fun, jake. something you clearly have a problem with.”
“with jungwon?” he spat, hand coming up to grip your jaw. “you show up looking like that—this fucking dress barely covering your tits, your ass out for everyone—and you’re here with him? laughing, dancing, letting him touch you?”
“he’s a friend,” you shot back, pushing at his chest even though your body was already betraying you. “and it’s none of your business anymore. we’re done, remember? you were too possessive, too controlling. i’m not your territory. get that through your fucking head.”
jake laughed bitterly, but his eyes never left yours. that intense stare made your knees weak.
it always had.
he stepped closer, thigh pressing between your legs. “you loved it. you loved being mine. don’t lie to yourself, doll.”
his hand slid down to your throat, not squeezing hard but enough to make you gasp. the possessiveness that had broken you two apart was back in full force, and god, some sick part of you missed it.
“you’re still mine,” he growled, lips brushing your ear. “no one else gets to see you like this. no one else gets to touch what’s mine.”
you moaned softly despite yourself, hips twitching against his thigh. you tried to fight it. “jake… stop. i’m not doing this with you.”
but he could feel how wet you already were. he turned you around roughly, pressing your chest against the cool wall. your breasts squished against the marble as he ground his hard cock against your ass.
“feel that?” he whispered hotly, voice dripping with lust. “that’s what you do to me. walking around in this slutty little red dress, knowing exactly what it does to me. you wore it on purpose, didn’t you? to drive me fucking crazy.”
you whimpered, pushing back against him even as you whispered, “i’m not your fucktoy anymore.”
jake chuckled darkly, yanking your dress up over your hips. he groaned at the sight of your red thong disappearing between your plump, jiggly ass cheeks. “fuck, look at you.” he ripped the thin fabric off in one tug, making you gasp.
“jake—you could’ve just moved it aside?! what the fuck!”
“no time,” he muttered, already freeing his thick cock. “your precious jungwon might come looking for you veeery soon.”
he kicked your legs apart and rubbed the head of his cock along your soaked folds before pushing two fingers inside you, stretching you quickly. you moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the bathroom.
“too loud, baby,” he warned. when he finally lined up and thrust in deep, you cried out. he felt huge, stretching you perfectly like only he could. jake pulled your hair back, forcing your head against his shoulder as he started pounding into you.
“fuck—you’re still so tight for me,” he groaned, hips snapping harshly. your ass jiggled with every thrust, the sound filthy in the small space. he clamped one hand over your mouth while the other kept a tight grip on your hair. “quiet. or do you want everyone to hear how much you missed my cock?”
you moaned into his palm, eyes rolling back. the pleasure was overwhelming. the alcohol, the tension, the way he fucked you like he owned you—it all mixed together.
“admit it,” he panted against your ear, thrusting deeper. “you missed this. missed me ruining this pretty pussy.”
you nodded desperately, tears of pleasure spilling down your cheeks. “yes—fuck, i missed you, jake. missed your cock so much.”
he rewarded you by fucking you harder, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with your muffled moans. your breasts bounced against the wall with every powerful thrust. jake’s grip on your mouth and hair kept you right where he wanted you.
“good girl,” he growled. “this pussy is still mine. no one else gets to fuck you like this. not jungwon. not anyone.”
you came hard around him, walls clenching as your orgasm crashed through you. jake followed moments later with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and filling you with hot cum.
he didn’t pull out right away. instead he turned you around, gently pushing you down to your knees. his cock, still sensitive and glistening, tapped against your lips.
“open.”
you did, taking him into your mouth eagerly. you sucked him through the aftershocks, tongue swirling even as his body shook. jake’s hand fisted in your hair as he spilled the last drops down your throat.
“swallow,” he ordered, voice hoarse. you did, looking up at him with teary, fucked-out eyes. your makeup was ruined—mascara streaks, swollen lips, messy hair.
you looked completely wrecked.
jake, on the other hand, looked like sin in his perfectly tailored suit, barely a hair out of place.
he smirked, tapping his wet cock against your tongue as you stuck it out for him. then he slapped it lightly against your cheek.
“look at you,” he laughed softly, almost affectionately. “so fucking pretty when you’re ruined like this.”
he helped you up, fixing your dress as best as he could. his intense gaze softened just a little as he wiped the tears from your cheeks.
“who fucks you better?” he asked, voice low. “me or jungwon?”
you looked up at him, still catching your breath, and whispered the truth. “you, jake. only you.”
he kissed you hard, possessive and claiming, before unlocking the door. “that’s right. don’t forget it.”
you stepped out first on shaky legs, heart racing, knowing this wasn’t the end. not even close.
@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.
cw: dead dove do not eat. tw stepcest, single stepdad!heeseung, peepingtom! heeseung , fem reader, r is 18, hee is like 39 , heeseung still calls himself daddy and still calls u his baby , this is so filthy. act like he has a tie on in the pics PLEASE… u_u. NO USE OF AI.
an: first drabble horray!! i’m so mad why is the spacing like that. ignore that… also don’t like don’t read.
stepdad!heeseung who catches you with your fingers deep inside your wet cunt when he gets home late from work. your stepdad felt shakes his head in disbelief as he felt his cock hardening in his briefs. every moan coming out of your throat making him harder and harder. laying his head on your bedroom door, he hears your dumb babbles slip out of your mouth. “pretty please daddy? oh fuck.. i need it so bad please—i’m so close! ohmygod im so— please!”
stepdad!heeseung who’s dick is so wet that there’s a disgusting squelch every time he goes back up to his leaking tip. heeseung pleaded for forgiveness as he got even closer. “oh baby… daddy really can’t help it. he’s so sorry. it’s been so long since i’ve had any— i-i’ve been stressed and working so late— daddy’s really sorry baby…” heeseung keeps stroking even faster with the sound of your cunt. “fuck.. my baby is so wet. did daddy make you this wet baby? so filthy, look at you coming all over your fingers. o-oh f-fuck. daddy’s gonna come baby… yeah he is. wish i could come inside my baby. oh fuck. oh shit— daddy’s coming baby. oh god—” white flashed behind his eyes and thick ropes shot up to his chest, his work tie catching most of it. as your stepdad came down from his high, he caught a glimpse of the picture in your nightstand of you and him back when you were a baby. tears welt up in his eyes as he realized what he’d just done.
𓊆박성훈 x fem reader𓊇 my head is spinning and my stomach is sick. say i'm in love, so it's hard to admit. i can't eat, i can't sleep. i think you're what's wrong with me. i think you're what's wrong with me.
⤫ 5730 ⤫ ― heavy infidelity, cheating, emotional manipulation, toxic dynamic, heavy angst, sunghoon smokes, pussy eating, kissing, missionary, creampie, asshole characters, two-timing, non proofread
⊹ 𐙚⋆˙˚ new layout . . . who is this? ++ also towards the ending is the second ending of what happened after the smut haha . . . and featuring hwang intak my baby <3
“are you for real..?” jay asked, voice low as he scrolled through the guest list on his phone. the groomsmen were in the waiting room, fixing cufflinks and hair.
heeseung glanced back at jay through the reflection, swiping his hair back through his fingers. “what?”
“you invited yn?” jay’s tone was disbelieving, he kept glazing between his phone and heeseung.
the older one turned around, shrugging. “well, yeah. she helped him a lot during his uni days—it’s just a polite gesture.”
jay stared at him, eyebrows pinched slightly. “a gesture? hee… she’s not just some friend. you know what they were.”
heeseung sighed, adjusting his tie. “they’re long over it, though. sunghoon’s moved on—he’s literally getting married later. inviting her shows there’s no bad blood. it’s just mature.”
jay hesitated for a long second.
“...man, i don’t know….” he muttered, shaking his head. his thumb scrolled through the other names on the list.
“dude, it’s okay,” heeesung said firmly, patting jay’s shoulder. “let it go.”
——
“shit—i’m nervous as hell.” sunghoon muttered, running a hand through his carefully styled hair. “this… fuck, this is really happening.”
the waiting room felt too small. the groom paced back and forth near the window, tugging at his collar even though it was perfectly fitted. the ceremony was starting in fourty minutes—his heart wouldn’t stop racing.
jake watched him from the couch, eyebrow raised. “you good?”
“yeah—just—just nervous,” he sighed, putting his hands on his hips.
jake stood up and walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder. “hey, it’s okay—big day and all. you’ve been through a lot, but you’re here now! you’re doing it, man!”
sunghoon let out a shaky breath, staring at the floor.
jake studied him for a second, then lowered his voice. his eyebrows furrowed in concern, jake was the best man, after all. “alright, look… do you need a hit? cig or something? just to take the edge off real quick.”
damn it—sunghoon was supposed to stop. but it’s so fucking hard.
he didn’t even hesitate. “fuck, sure.”
they slipped out a side door that led to a quiet courtyard behind the venue. the evening air was cool, and the distant sound of guests and crews chatting inside felt muffled. jake handed him a cigarette and lighter, then clapped his shoulder.
“don’t take too long, yeah? i’ll cover for you.”
jake disappeared back inside.
he closed the glass doors.
sunghoon sighed before lighting the cigarette with unsteady fingers, taking a long drag. the smoke burned his lungs, but it didn’t calm the storm in his chest. he closed his eyes, leaning against the stone wall.
damn.
he’s really getting married today.
in less than an hour, he would stand in front of everyone and make things official—vows, rings, signatures, the whole forever shit. a few minutes that would last the rest of his life.
the thought made his stomach twist. every inhale of smoke felt heavier, like it was stuffing and pressing down on the weight already crushing him.
sunghoon took another drag, longer this time, holding it longer than usual. the tip of the cigarette glowed bright orange in the dim courtyard light as he exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl up and disappear into the night air.
this was supposed to be the happiest day of his life.
so why did it feel like he was standing at the edge of something… irreversible?
there’s no way he was getting cold feet on his wedding day. no, no—this was a normal feeling, wasn’t it? people get nervous all the time. sooha and him had planned this for months—almost a year.
it’s fine.
he ran a hand through his hair, messing up the styled strands. his mind wouldn’t stop spinning.
would things be different if it was with—
“sunghoon?”
he opened his eyes.
you were standing there, frozen a few meters away, holding a small gift bag. the silk, rose champagne dress hugged you nicely, in all the way he remembered. you froze the second your eyes met.
sunghoon’s heart dropped to his tummy.
“...yn?”
your lips parted in surprise. “what are you doing here?” your voice came out quiet, almost hesitant. the wind almost took it away from him.
he let out a weak, breathless laugh, smoke slipping past his lips. “i needed some air. couldn’t stay in there anymore.”
the silence that followed was heavy and awkward. you shifted on your pretty heels, glancing back toward the venue door like you wanted to escape. sunghoon couldn’t stop staring at you.
you’ve gotten prettier since the last time he saw you—almost 5 years ago. you looked beautiful, still the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. and your eyes—behind those glittery eyelids, your eyes were glassier.
he hated how familiar this felt.
right, you thought.
“...i should go back insid—” you started softly.
“wait.”
sunghoon stepped forward without thinking and gently grabbed your wrist. the moment his fingers touched your skin, something electric shot through both of you. he pulled you aside quickly without thinking twice, around the corner behind a tall flowering hedge where the lights didn’t quite reach.
just like all those secret nights before.
his eyes wouldn’t leave your face.
“why did you—? sunghoon,” your eyebrows pinched slightly, but you didn’t pull away your hand. “you’re smoking again.”
a low, bitter chuckle slipped out of him, smoke curling between the two of you. he looked down at the glowing cigarette between his fingers, then back at you with heavy, longing eyes.
“it’s hard,” he admitted quietly. “if i don’t smoke… i think about you instead. and that’s a much worse habit.”
the words hung in the cool night. your breath caught, and for a second, neither of you spoke. sunghoon took another slow drag, but his gaze never left yours.
it’s a lie, really. it didn’t matter if sunghoon smoked or not—because you were always on his mind. nonetheless.
you averted your gaze, bringing your arms up to hug yourself. the champagne dress suddenly felt too thin under his stare.
“what are you talking about…” you whispered, voice shaky. “don’t be ridiculous, sunghoon. you’re getting married… you’re—you’re getting married.”
the cigarette burned between his fingers as he flicked the ash away, stepping just a little closer—not enough to touch, but enough that you could feel the warmth from his body.
“yeah, i am.” he said lowly, his fingers itching to cup your face. “doesn’t stop me from standing here wishing i wasn’t, though.”
your eyes flicked back up to his. there it was—that quiet pull. that look in your eyes was the same one you had five years ago when you were tucked underneath him, begging him to please give you a second chance.
you shouldn’t have come—but it still wouldn’t stop sunghoon from wishing he was married to somebody else today.
“sunghoon—just,” your voice cracked. you took a shaky breath, hugging yourself tighter. “just stop it. i’m here today because heeseung invited me, okay? i wasn’t even going to come at first—but i… i just wanted to see you off. properly. that’s all.”
sunghoon frowned, his expression darkened. the cigarette was long forgotten on the ground. he stepped even closer until the space between you felt almost nonexistent.
“really?” he breathed, voice low and edging with something painful. “really, yn? you’ll just watch and let me get married to another woman that’s not you?”
the words hit hard. your lips parted, but nothing came out. before you could find your voice and the words to say, sunghoon’s hand moved—cuppung your face with a gentleness that didn’t match the look in his eyes. his thumb brushed your cheek once, then he backed you up until your shoulders met the cool stone wall behind.
your breath hitched. his other hand pressed flat against the wall beside your head, caging you in. he was so close you could smell the cigarette smoke, mixed with his cologne and his nervous sweat under his expensive tux.
“is that it, yn?” he whispered, forehead nearly resting against yours. his eyes dropped to your lips, fingers brushing your skin. “tell me right now that you’re fine watching me marry her—that we didn’t spend years loving and giving each other our firsts—and i’ll go.”
but you didn’t say anything. your hands trembled at your sides, fingers brushing against the front of his tux like you wanted to push him away, but couldn’t do it.
sunghoon leaned in slowly. so slowly. his nose brushed yours. his lips hovered just a breath away from your own, close enough that you could almost taste him. close enough that one tiny movement would close the gap and ruin everything.
your eyes fluttered shut. his grip on your face tightened just a fraction.
“hm, yn? tell me you don’t love me anymore.”
the silence stretched for two heartbeats.
then your fingers curled into his tie. you gripped the silk tightly, and slowly pulled him down. your voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper, but shattered what was left of his control.
“... what are you going to do if i still do?”
that was all it took.
sunghoon crashed his lips into yours with a wrecked sound, kissing like a man who was drowning and you were the only air left in his lungs. there was nothing gentle about it—it wasn’t a gentle, romantic, reunion kiss, it was years of guilt, longing, and frustration poured out as he tilted your head back against the stone wall and deepened the kiss instantly.
his tongue slid against yours, hungry and familiar, while one hand slid down to grip your waist, pulling your body flush against his.
you kissed him back just as desperately, tugging harder on his tie like you could keep him here. a soft, broken whimper escaped your throat and he swallowed it whole, pressing you harder into the wall.
the taste of smoke and mint on his tongue was making your head spin. his body was burning against yours, the crisp tux doing nothing to hide how badly he wanted you.
after a few heated seconds, sunghoon suddenly pulled back just enough to speak, breathing ragged against your lips.
“not here,”
before you could respond, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him. he moved fast, leading you through a different back door further down the courtyard. it was a room used for wedding preparations—folded chairs stacked against the wall, extra table linens, vases, and a wooden table in the centre.
the door clicked shut.
the second it closed, sunghoon was on you again.
he pushed you up against the nearest wall, kissing even harder than before now that you both had your privacy. both of his hands were on your waist now, sliding down to grip your hips as he pressed his body into yours.
you moaned softly into his mouth, hands flying up to his hair, ruining his wedding hair. he groaned at the feeling, the sound vibrating down your body.
“fuck, i missed you,” he muttered between kisses, barely pulling away long enough to speak. he wanted to make it up for all the time he couldn’t kiss you. “missed you s’much.”
with a low groan in his throat, sunghoon grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you effortlessly. you gasped and instantly wrapped your arms around his neck. he set you down on the edge of the wooden table, stepping between your legs and pulling you right to the edge so your bodies were flush again.
the champagne dress rode up your thighs as he pressed closer, hands roaming up your sides, mouth never leaving yours.
sunghoon pulled back from the kiss just enough to look at you—lips swollen, eyes glossy, chest heaving. the sight of you like this snapped the last thread of whatever nonexistent control he had left.
without a word, he pushed you down.
his hand pressed firmly against your chest, guiding you until your back met the white tablecloth. you gasped softly as you laid flat, the movement made your dress ride up higher on your thighs, and sunghoon didn’t waste a second.
he stayed standing between your legs, eyes dark and hungry as they raked over you. his hands slid up your thighs, pushing the dress higher until it bunched around your waist.
“fuck… look at that,” he breathed, fingers hooked into the waistband of your white lace panties—much like his future wife’s dress—then slowly dragged them down your legs. sunghoon shoved it in his pocket.
you were completely exposed to him now, laid out on the table like a feast.
you’re so wet, it’s glistening. you’re so wet for him.
sunghoon’s hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wider. your pussy twitched at the cool air hitting your soaked folds, and the sight made a guttural sound rumble in his chest.
“shit, yn…” he whispered, dripping with lust. “look how wet you are. and you’re telling me to stop?”
he didn’t wait for an answer.
the groom leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your slit, collecting and scooping every drop of your arousal with a hungry groan. the moment his warm tongue touched your clit, your back arched off the table. he wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked, flicking it with the tip of his tongue at the same time.
“sunghoon!”
one of your hands flew to his hair, gripping the dark strands tightly as he devoured you. he was relentless—licking, sucking, burying his face deeper between your thighs like he wanted to drown in your taste. the wet obscene sounds of his mouth against your pussy filled the small storage room, mixing with your broken moans.
sunghoon pulled back for just a second, lips shiny with your slick, and spat directly at your opening before diving back in messier. his tongue pushed inside you, fucking you with it—thrusting his muscle back and forth like a dick as his nose rubbed against your clit like a dog.
he looked up at you through his lashes, lips glistening.
“you taste so fucking good,” he rasped, the vibration making you whimper. “missed eating you out like this all the time.”
your legs started shaking around his head. sunghoon tightened his grip, forcing your thighs open wider as he ate you like a man who was unsure when else he’d have this.
he flattened his tongue and licked along, slow stripes up your entire cunt before focusing back on your clit, sucking and flicking until your hips were grinding against his face. your back arched on the table.
“s—sunghoon—! hoonie—fuck!”
your thighs clamped around his head but he forced them open again, groaning into your pussy as he felt you trembling. he inserted his two fingers and began thrusting them back and forth—curling his digits while sucking on your clit till your whole body seized up.
you came hard on his tongue with a broken cry, hips jerking against his face as pleasure crashed through you. sunghoon didn’t stop—he kept licking and fingering you through it, drawing out every last shake and whimper until you were gasping, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.
he stood up straight between your legs, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his tux pants. his cock sprang out, hard and leaking as he stoked himself, eyes locked on you.
when was the last time he’s gotten this hard?
sunghoon swallowed the lump in his throat, positioning his cock right between your folds where he slid the head between them back and forth. but before he pushed in, he leaned in slightly, sucking the inside of his cheek.
“...why didn’t you reply to me?” he whispered, chest heaving. “five years. i texted you, emailed you—reached out so many fucking times… and you just disappeared. if you still love me, why didn’t you tell me?”
you were breathing heavily from your orgasm, dress bunched around your waist, legs wrapped loosely around him. you looked up at sunghoon with glassy eyes.
“because we can’t be together, hoonie,” you breathed, voice cracking. “we… this… it was doomed from the beginning. we both knew that.”
his jaw clenched.
“i don’t wanna hear that shit right now,” he hissed, then pushed inside you in one deep thrust.
you both moaned aloud as he buried himself to the hilt, your walls still pulsing from your orgasm. he didn’t give you time to adjust—started fucking you hard, the wooden table creaking under every brutal snap of his hips.
sunghoon was getting married today, but he was still stuck up on the girl who made him felt like the world was his five years ago.
the groom leaned to kiss his ex-lover messily as he pounded into you, one hand gripping your thigh, the other tangled in your hair. the sound of skin slapping skin filled the storage room.
“ah—ngh—!” you moaned, all high pitch and lewd as he fucked you hard and deep. your arms extended to loosely wrap around his neck, kissing him back just as needy.
sunghoon pulled back to rest his forehead against yours. “it’s because of him, isn’t it?”
you whimpered when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. sunghoon snapped his hips harder.
“intak. it’s because of that fuckass intak—because you were guilty you were cheating on intak the whole time you were with me?”
your eyes widened, a broken whimper escaped your lips when he kept hitting that soft, good spot inside you that made your toes curl. “w—wait, wait—hah!”
sunghoon didn’t stop. he fucked you with punishing, jealous, deep thrusts as he spoke through his gritted teeth.
“i knew, baby. i always fucking knew. i didn’t care—i told you i didn’t care. i wanted you so bad i was willing to share you if that’s what it took… i kept hoping you’d finally choose me and leave him—but you never did.”
he thrust particularly hard, making the table legs scrape against the floor. it was hard to reply. it was hard to form words—not when each time sunghoon railed you deep, the words in your brain scattered like dominos and your mouth could only form moans and his name.
“you loved us both, didn’t you?” his voice cracked with bitterness and lust. sunghoon loved you more—he knew that. he knew he loved you more than intak could ever. even after five years, he doubted intak ever knew he was being double two–timed.
“you left me cause you were guilty you couldn’t pick. instead of saying anything… you just disappeared. i could’ve—i would’ve—”
a particularly rough snap of his hips made you cry out, your nails digging into his broad, toned shoulders through his shirt. tears were slipping down your temples now, from pleasure, pain, years of guilt, and the fact that he just called you out like that.
sunghoon’s rhythm faltered for a second as he watched a tear fall. he leaned in and licked it off your skin before kissing you messily. “—i would’ve waited.”
he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, making you cry out his name.
“but tell me how the fuck we’re supposed to be done when your pussy is still squeezing me like this.”
sunghoon kept fucking you deep, hips rolling into yours with long, possessive strokes. the anger in his voice was still there, but it was melting into something heavier.
“i’m sorry…” you choked out between moans, clinging to him. “hoonie, i’m so sorry—i didn’t know what to do then. i hurt you… and i couldn’t face it anymore. i’m so fucking sorry—”
“shh,” he cut you off.
he slowed his thrusts, turning them into deep, sensual, intimate rolls that made you feel every inch, every texture of him. he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes locked on you as he moved inside.
“it doesn’t matter anymore,” he murmured against your lips. “i’ve missed you so much. you make up for everything that happened.”
sunghoon kissed you slowly, deeply, swallowing your whimpers as he rocked into you. one of his hands slid under your back to pull you closer so your chests were pressed together. the other cradled the side of your face, thumb brushing your tears.
his lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck where he sucked gentle marks into your skin like a proof he was here with you. he was here with you while waiting to be called up to the church.
“i still love you,” the groom murmured against your throat, burying himself to the hilt, just feeling you pulse around him. “i never stopped.”
you wrapped your arms around his neck as you held him close.
“you were supposed to be my wife—you’re supposed to be wearing that wedding dress today.”
the words hit you like a knife. before you could even respond, he straightened up, pulling out of you almost completely before slamming back in with a brutal thrust.
a sharp cry tore from your throat.
he grabbed both your legs, folding them up and pressing them toward your chest. with one arm, he hooked them over his left shoulder, nearly bending you in half on the table. the new angle made him sink so much deeper that your eyes rolled back.
then sunghoon started fucking you hard again.
the sound of skin slapping skin echoed loudly in the small storage room as he railed into you, eyes locked on your face the entire time.
“shit—” he groaned, sweat dripping down his temple, hair completely ruined. “you’re supposed to be my wife.”
every thrust was possessive and heartbroken. your mouth fell open in a silent scream of pleasure, hands scrambled—one gripping his arm, the other clawing at the white tablecloth.
sunghoon reached into the inner pocket of his tux jacket with his free hand, pulling out a small velvet box—the ring he was supposed to give jake, the best man, to hold during the ceremony.
he didn’t even hesitate.
while still fucking you mercilessly, he opened the box with his teeth, took out the beautiful diamond ring meant for his bride, sooha, and grabbed your left hand.
“hoonie—!” you gasped, eyes wide. you weren’t sure what to feel about it.
he slid the ring onto your finger, watched as it sat perfectly on your ring finger like it should have been.
“you’re mine,” he growled, pounding into you even harder, the ring glinting under the dim light with every thrust. you squeezed around his cock harder, the guilt turning into pleasure real quick. “—i’m yours too, baby. i’ve never stopped being.”
“this is your ring, this should’ve been your ring.”
your walls clenched hard around him at his words, a broken sob–moan ripping out of you as another orgasm started building dangerously fast. the sight of his fiance’s ring on your finger while he fucking you on his wedding day was so wrong it made your head spin.
but you also couldn’t deny the pleasure you were getting out of it.
“i can’t—i can’t hold it, shit,” you groaned, gasping. sunghoon’s rhythm turned messy and desperate, losing all control. “oh my gosh, hoonie, ‘m cumming—!”
you moaned out loud, shaking as another orgasm crashed into you—your pussy clenched around him, pulsing and gushing as you came with a cry of his name.
sunghoon too, burying himself to the hilt with a wrecked moan, forehead pressed against your legs as he came hard. thick, hot spurts of his cum flooded deep inside you, filling you up as his hips jerked through every wave. he kept grinding into you slowly, pushing his release deeper. he needed you to keep every drop.
“take it… fuck, that all of me,” he panted, trembling slightly.
for a long moment, the only sounds in the room were both of you breathing heavily. sunghoon slowly lowered your legs, but he stayed buried inside, not wanting to pull out yet. he leaned down and kissed you—slow, deep, full of everything he couldn’t say.
her ring on your finger glistened as you cupped his face.
he finally pulled out carefully, watching as his cum leaked out of your swollen pussy onto the white tablecloth. sunghoon helped you sit up, fixing your dress with gentle hands—you too, tying his tie properly.
his forehead rested against yours, eyes closed.
“...do you have to go back?”
——
“hey, is it true?”
“hm?” you murmured sleepily, nuzzling closer to him.
the room was dark except for the light coming from his desk lamp. the two of you were naked underneath the blanket, tangled in his sheets. your head rested on his chest while his fingers traced hearts and his name up and down your bare arm.
sunghoon shifted slightly, looking down at you.
“you’re dating intak?”
.
your eyes widened instantly. you say up so fast the blanket slipped down your chest and you had to quickly pull it up. “what?”
sunghoon didn’t move, he stayed laying on his back, one arm still loosely behind his head as he watched you. his voice stayed calm.
“i heard it from my friends. they said you two have been dating for a while… or at least that’s how it is.” he paused for a second, then added quietly, “well… i’m just asking. really.”
the silence that followed felt suffocating. you pulled the blanket up even more, wishing if it was visible, it would hide the way your heart was hammering against your ribcage.
“um, hoonie, i—” your voice cracked. you didn’t know what to say. you’re not sure how to come clean. not sure how to react. the guilt was written all over your face. how were you supposed to say it?
yes. i’m dating hwang intak.
“yn,” he said softly, cutting you off. sunghoon reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “just be honest with me.”
he wasn’t angry. no—sunghoon was never an angry person. there was no rage in his voice, no accusation; just quiet disappointment and raw curiosity. his eyes searched yours like he was trying to understand what you were doing.
“i’m not mad,” he continued, almost reassuringly. “i just… i thought i was the only one. that’s all.”
he let out a small breath, the corner of his lips twitching into a sad, half–smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
“so… are you dating him?”
this was embarrassing. you were sitting there, naked in his bed, while the boy you were secretly seeing asked you about the other boy you were seeing.
you stared at him, lips slightly parted. the way sunghoon was looking at you made the guilt twist even deeper in your tummy. would it have been better if he was mad? that way, you could reply with anger too.
you swallowed hard, gripping the blanket.
“...yeah,” you whispered, voice barely audible. “i’m dating him.”
sunghoon’s jaw tightened just slightly, but he didn’t look away. he simply nodded, taking a deep breath.
“i’m sorry,” you said quickly, the words tumbling out. “sunghoon, i’m really sorry. i didn’t know how to tell you. it started before… before what we have got serious—and i know—i know it’s fucked up… i know.”
you hugged the blanket tighter to your chest, eyes starting to water. gosh, you sounded like a manipulator.
“i’m not even happy with him anymore,” you admitted, voice cracking. “it just doesn’t feel real with him.”
sunghoon was quiet. he was processing your words before he slowly sat up, the blanket pooling around his waist as he faced you properly. his hand reached out to gently hold yours.
“then why don’t you break up with him?” he asked, direct. “i’m right here, yn. you know how i feel about you. this isn’t going to change anythig—i’m not going anywhere.”
you looked down at your intertwined fingers, thumb brushing nervously over his knuckles. the silence stretched.
“...it’s, um… it’s hard,” you whispered.
sunghoon tilted his head slightly, thick eyebrows furrowed.
“why?” he asked. “if you’re not happy… if you say you want this,” he gestures between the two of you, squeezing your hand. “then why stay with him?”
you bit your lip, averting your gaze elsewhere.
“because i feel guilty,” you confessed, another jab to your chest. “he’s been good to me. he really loves me. and i…i care about him too. i don’t know how to end it without completely breaking him. i don’t know how to do this without hurting someone.”
sunghoon sighed, his free hand went up to scratch the back of his neck—a habit he does often.
he stayed quiet for a few seconds, just staring at your intertwined hands.
then he asked,
“what about me?”
he looked up, meeting your eyes. when did you find it in you to look at him? “what do you feel about me?”
you squeezed his hand tiger, fresh tears sliding down your cheeks.
“i love you,” you whispered, but full of certainty. “i really do, hoonie. it’s not the same as what i feel for him, trust me. it even scares me how much i feel for you. i keep coming back to you even when i know i shouldn’t—because i love you so much. i’m in love with you.”
you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his shoulder.
“i’m sorry i dragged you into this mess. i never meant to hurt you. i just… you’re the one i think about when i’m not with you.”
sunghoon let out a soft sigh, hand coming up to caress your hair.
“i love you too.” he murmured, kissing the top of your head, then brought your face up to kiss your temple and cheek. he’d go for a smoke, but he promised you he’d stop. bad habits.
“way more than i should.”
——
“take it… fuck, that all of me,” he panted, trembling slightly.
for a long moment, the only sounds in the room were both of you breathing heavily. sunghoon slowly lowered your legs, but he stayed buried inside, not wanting to pull out yet. he leaned down and kissed you—slow, deep, full of everything he couldn’t say.
her ring on your finger glistened as you cupped his face.
he finally pulled out carefully, watching as his cum leaked out of your swollen pussy onto the white tablecloth. sunghoon helped you sit up, fixing your dress with gentle hands—you too, tying his tie properly.
his forehead rested against yours, eyes closed.
the silence felt personal before his phone started ringing loudly on the floor where it had fallen out of his pocket earlier. the sharp sound shattered the moment.
both of you froze.
before either of you could move, the door to the storage room swung open—
—jake, heeseung, and jay stood there with sooha right behind them.
time stopped.
sooha’s eyes widened like it was going to pop out of her sockets—her hand flying up to cover her mouth. the bouquet she was holding slipped from her fingers and hit the floor with a thud. her gaze dropped to your disheveled dress, your flushed face, the cum still dripping down your thighs, the marks on your neck, the stained lipstick…
and the diamond ring—her engagement ring—sitting on your finger.
“sunghoon…?” she murmured like she was still trying to process it, her voice coming out a broken whisper.
the boys’ eyes widened as well.
“fuck…” heeseung muttered first, hissing through his teeth before he looked down on his shoes, pressing on his nose bridge. he looked down at his shoes, clearly stressed. “shit… sunghoon, what the hell…”
jake looked completely stunned, mouth slightly open like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. jay immediately went tight–lipped, his eyebrows pinched together. the three of them weren’t exploding in anger—it was worse.
pure disappointment mixed with exhaustion, like they… they had almost expected something like this might happen but still hoped it wouldn’t.
heeseung genuinely thought sunghoon was over it when he decided to email you the invitation.
sooha’s lips trembled—she wasn’t sure what to feel. she knew there was someone in sunghoon’s life before—one he never fully talked about. but it was years ago! years ago. it was an ancient shit history that went on.
“what the fuck—?!”
her voice finally broke through the realisation. she pushed past the three boys, forcing her way to the front.
the second she moved forward, you and sunghoon scrambled off the table. you turned your face immediately, unable to look at her with the shame burning through your entire body. sunghoon stood in front of you on instinct.
“what the fuck, sunghoon?!” she screamed, all heartbreak and rage. she shoved his chest hard. he stumbled back slightly, but not hitting you.
“on our wedding day?!”
she hit his chest again, and again—frantic hits fueled by pain. “why the fuck is she here—?! why are you fucking her on our wedding day?”
jay looked at heeseung, he looked away.
“stop—sooha, stop,” sunghoon spoke. he grabbed both of her shoulders to stop her from hitting him, but she struggled, sobbing.
“fuck… sooha, please,” sunghoon sighed, holding her shoulders tighter to steady her. “listen to me.” he continued, grabbing her wrists firmly to stop her from hitting him again.
she was crying. “listen to you? what the fuck do you have to say to me?!”
sunghoon glanced at you for a split second, then back at her. his grip on her wrists loosened, but he didn’t let go completely.
“i’m sorry that it happened like this—i really am,” he swallowed the lump in his throat. you shifted on your heels, darting your tongue out to wet your dry lips. “i… i can’t marry you, sooha. i’m so fucked up over yn—i can’t.”
sooha’s breath hitched. your eyes widened, and you found yourself tugging on the back of his blazer to hint at him—what?
sunghoon disregarded both.
heeseung, jake, and jay stayed completely silent by the door, unsure if they should step in or disappear.
the groom swallowed the lump in his throat before fully letting go of her wrists, biting down his bottom lip.
“i’m sorry—i really tried.”
without another word, he reached back and grabbed your wrist firmly, pulling you out of the storage room and storming past his stunned friends and sooha. you barely had time to react as he dragged you down the hallway, away from the hall, away from the guests and the disaster he’d just detonated.
(박성훈) college au. professor!sunghoon × student!reader
“You’re mine now. . . My perfect little pet.”
synopsis: you are a university student completely obsessed with your professor, Park Sunghoon. From the very first lecture, you begin craving his rare words of praise. Soon you’re wearing tighter and shorter outfits just to catch his eye, all while secretly writing your most filthy and forbidden fantasies about him in your private notebook. Until one day, you accidentally leave that notebook behind and he finds it. Now Professor Park knows exactly how desperate you are for him — and he’s done holding back.
a/n: heyy!! this is my first post here, so I'm a bit nervous, but I hope you all like it. any feedback is welcome, I'd really appreciate it <3 happy reading.
You walk into the lecture hall on your first day of the semester and choose a seat near the exit because you’re not expecting anything special from an Advanced Ethics class—until the door opens and Professor Park walks in.
He looks almost too young to be a professor, yet he carries an intriguing air of authority. The moment he begins to speak, introducing the course in a low, calm voice, you’re instantly hooked. Something deep in your stomach twists with sudden heat.
You spend the entire class staring at him, barely able to take any notes. He doesn’t smile once during the introductory lecture, and there’s something magnetic about it. He doesn’t seem to care about being liked by his students—he’s simply there, doing his job with strict discipline.
You’ve never been attracted to a professor before, but there’s something about him that captivates you instantly. Maybe it’s the way his biceps flex when he gestures while explaining something, or the fact that he seems almost too cold and professional.
By the end of the class, you feel an intense wave of jealousy over the measured praise he gave to other students. You want him to praise you. You want him to notice you. You want to be his favorite student.
Later that same day, back in your dorm, you make your first diary entry about Professor Park:
"Today I met Professor Park and my God, he’s so attractive. The way his thick eyebrows furrow when he’s explaining something… it honestly got me a little wet. I’m going to try to get his attention in the next classes."
You start sitting in the front row from that day forward, taking real notes and listening attentively to everything Professor Park says.
Throughout the week, you write more entries in your diary:
"God, the way his voice drops when he’s explaining something… I keep imagining him using that same low tone while he tells me exactly what to do on my knees. His hands look so big, with those long fingers. I wonder how they would feel gripping my hips or squeezing my thighs…"
"I want him to bend me over the desk after everyone leaves, lift my skirt, and fuck me hard. I’d stay so quiet for him… or maybe he’d fuck me even harder if I moaned his name out loud? Either way, I just want his cock to stretch me open."
By the end of the first week, he already knows your name because you answer a question correctly in class, where he simply replies with a neutral "Correct," but it’s enough to make your stomach flip.
Still, you want more. Knowing your name isn’t enough — you need all of his attention. So you decide to try something new in the second week.
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You wake up earlier to put extra effort into your makeup and outfit. For your first attempt, you go for something natural — soft mascara, a light blush, and a touch of lip gloss. You pair it with a blouse with a subtle neckline and a medium-length skirt that falls just at your knees.
Sitting in the front row, you raise your hand several times, making intelligent and well-thought-out comments because you actually studied for it. When you do, you receive a "Good point" from him, accompanied by a small approving smile. It’s enough to make your heart race.
In the next class, you try a bolder look — eyeliner, a proper lipstick instead of gloss, and a bit of contouring. He glances at you during the lecture, but he doesn’t compliment you. His expression remains neutral. When you make another smart comment, he simply nods. The conclusion is clear: he prefers the natural look, so that’s what you stick with.
Now it’s time to experiment with clothing. The following day, you wear a revealing outfit — a blouse cut low enough to show your collarbones and a shorter skirt that reveals your thighs. Professor Park’s eyes linger a little longer on your cleavage and bare thighs. It’s not obvious, but you notice. Cleavage and shorter skirts seem to work better, so you start leaning into that.
You keep pushing yourself — spending hours studying, pouring everything into every assignment, arriving early to class in hopes of catching a moment alone with him, craving his praise like it’s oxygen. With each passing class, your blouses get tighter and your skirts get shorter, exactly the way he seems to like.
Your efforts are paying off. His compliments come more frequently now — "Well argued" and "You captured the theme perfectly" — making you press your thighs together under the desk.
During one lecture, you participate actively, offering solid arguments and sharp answers, earning even more praise from Professor Park. When the class ends, he stops beside your seat. His gaze drops to your breasts for half a second before returning to your face.
"You’re showing great improvement," he says.
It’s enough to leave you soaked.
That night, your diary entry is filled with need:
"He looked at my tits today. He really looked. God, I want him to praise me while he wraps his arms around me and squeezes me so tight I can barely breathe. I’d call him Daddy so easily — actually, that’s what I’m calling him from now on. I want to be Daddy’s favorite. I’d let him fuck my ass if that’s what it takes to be his good girl."
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After your morning class, you’re walking down the corridor when you spot him near the faculty offices, carrying a tall stack of papers and wearing glasses. Now you have a new fantasy — getting fucked by him while he’s wearing those frames.
You quicken your pace, pretending to be focused on something on your phone, and then "accidentally" drop your notebook right in front of him. "Oh no…"
You quickly drop to your knees, letting your short skirt ride up even higher. The view you give him is perfect: you on your knees, looking up with a submissive gaze, lips slightly parted, your breasts nearly spilling out of your low-cut blouse.
His crotch is right in front of your face. The fabric of his pants stretches tightly over the heavy outline of his bulge, the thickness clearly visible. This is exactly what you would see if you were sucking his cock. The fantasy of pulling that thick cock out and taking him down your throat while looking up at him with innocent eyes makes you shiver.
Professor Park makes no effort to help you up. He towers over you, his thick eyebrows furrowed in a rare expression of surprise on his usually neutral face. "Are you alright?" he asks.
Your eyes travel from the bulge right in front of you up to his face. You pick up the notebook and look up again from that perfect blowjob angle, whispering softly, "Yes, Professor. I’m just so clumsy sometimes."
For half a second, his gaze drops — taking in your glossy lips so close to his groin, the way your skirt has ridden up, and how your breasts look even more prominent from this angle. He clears his throat and forces his attention back to your face. "Be more careful next time."
You smile sweetly and finally stand up, tugging your skirt down even though it barely covers anything. "Thank you, Professor Park."
Your panties are soaked and your mouth is watering, the image of his bulge so close to your lips still burned into your mind.
He gives you one last lingering look before walking past you. If he had stayed even a second longer, you might have noticed the growing, hardening bulge in his pants.
That afternoon, you write in your diary:
"Holy fuck, I was literally on my knees right in front of him, exactly like I would be if I were sucking his cock. I wanted him to pull it out, grab my hair, and make me take every inch of that heavy length down my throat. I’m so wet just remembering how tall he looked standing over me. Please, Daddy… notice how desperate your good girl is."
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As the students begin to leave when the class ends, you deliberately take your time packing your things, hoping for another interaction with Professor Park. It works. He starts walking toward your seat and stops beside it.
"Miss, stay after for a moment," he says.
"Yes, sir," you reply. Your mind immediately wanders — imagining him locking the door, bending you over the desk, his strong arms pinning you down while his cock finally stretches you open as he calls you his "good girl."
Once the last students are gone, you walk up to him on shaky legs, your panties soaked and your nipples hard, clearly visible through the thin fabric of your tank top.
"Yes, Professor?" Your voice is soft and innocent, but your heart is pounding as hard as your clit. Please, touch me. Fuck me right here. I’ve been such a good girl for you, Daddy. The words echo loudly in your head.
His eyes meet yours before slowly drifting down, scanning you from head to toe. "I’ve noticed how much you’ve improved this semester, so I was wondering if you’d be willing to help one of the students who’s struggling. Sharing notes or a few short tutoring sessions would help a lot."
The disappointment hits you like a punch. You’re standing here dressed for him, dripping wet and trembling with need, and he’s asking you for academic favors. No locked door. No biceps wrapped around your throat while he fucks you hard. Just tutoring another student. "Of course, Professor Park. I’d be happy to help."
He gives a small nod. "Thank you. I’ll email you the details. Keep up the excellent work."
You linger for a few more seconds, hoping he’ll say something else, but he simply turns his attention back to the papers on his desk — clearly dismissing you.
While waiting for the email he mentioned, you write in your diary:
"He asked me to stay after class and I swore this was finally going to happen — that he was going to fuck me mercilessly on his desk, choking me between his biceps and calling me his good little girl, his desperate pet. But nothing happened and fuck, it’s driving me insane. I’m dressing like a slut for him and he still stays so cold and professional. Luckily, I don’t give up easily."
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You arrive early and take your usual seat in the front row. As soon as the lecture begins, you pull a cherry lollipop from your bag, unwrap it slowly, and bring it to your mouth. At first it looks innocent — but you make sure it’s anything but.
You suck on it gently at first, your tongue swirling around the shiny red head, then take it deeper, hollowing your cheeks slightly. Your eyes stay locked on him the entire time — watching the way his muscular arms move as he explains the material, the serious tone of his voice, and the way his thick eyebrows furrow in concentration.
Every time he turns toward your direction, you push the lollipop in and out between your lips in slow, suggestive movements, imagining it’s his cock instead. He pauses mid-sentence for half a second as his gaze fixes on your mouth, then smiles — flashing those sharp canines. Holy fuck. Your pussy throbs at the sight.
Feeling bold, you don’t stop. You lick the lollipop from base to tip with long, wet strokes of your tongue. Every time his eyes meet yours, you suck it deep while keeping eye contact.
When the lecture ends and most students leave, he looks straight at you while you’re still sucking on the lollipop and packing your things. "Miss, a word, please."
You stand up quickly and walk over to him, pulling the lollipop out slowly with a wet pop as you reach his desk. Your lips are glossy and shiny as you smile sweetly. "Yes, Professor?" You slip the lollipop back into your mouth while you wait for him to speak.
This time he doesn’t even try to hide it. His gaze drops to your glistening lips, then to your breasts — your hard nipples clearly visible through the thin tank top, no bra as usual. "Your latest essay was…" His eyes finally return to yours, a small mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Incredible."
"Thank you, Professor," you reply softly, matching his mischievous smile. "I’ve been working really hard to be your best student."
He nods. "Good. Keep it up and you’ll certainly become my favorite."
You give the lollipop one final slow lick while looking him straight in the eyes, then turn to leave, swaying your hips in those tiny shorts. You can feel his gaze burning into you the entire way out.
That night, you write in your diary:
"Fuck, the way he stared at my mouth while I was sucking that lollipop… I bet he was imagining how my lips would look wrapped around his cock. I wanted him to grab my hair and shove himself down my throat right there in front of everyone. Daddy looked so tense today, but he still praised my academic effort again. I feel like I’m getting so close to finally making him snap."
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The class starts as usual, with you sitting in the front row, paying close attention to Professor Park’s lecture as he discusses the topics in that controlled, precise tone.
In the middle of the lecture, Ni-ki — the guy you’ve been tutoring — leans over from the seat next to you and whispers in your ear, "Hey, are we meeting again today?"
You smile at him and nod, leaning in closer on purpose because you know Professor Park is watching. "Yeah, already missing me, Nishimura?"
Ni-ki stays close, chatting quietly with you while the class continues. You smile widely and laugh at everything he says — he’s so funny and goofy. "We can review that part after class if you want," you say sweetly, loud enough for Professor Park to hear.
Sunghoon’s reaction is subtle but noticeable. His jaw clenches, one thick eyebrow lifting for half a second as he watches the two of you. He pauses mid-sentence when he catches Ni-ki staring at your breasts, then continues with a noticeably deeper, colder voice. When his eyes meet yours again, there’s something different in them. Jealousy.
"Concentrate, please," he says to the entire class, but his gaze is locked directly on you.
After class, when most students have left, you stay behind, pretending to organize your notes. Professor Park walks over to your seat and stops right beside you, towering over you with his arms crossed over his chest. His biceps strain against the sleeves of his shirt.
"Miss… I appreciate you helping Ni-ki, but I’d prefer if tutoring sessions stayed professional and outside of my lecture time."
You look up at him with feigned innocence, biting your lower lip. "I’m sorry, Professor. I was just trying to help like you asked… I really want to be useful to you."
Those words make his cock twitch inside his pants.
"That’s fine, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your performance," he replies. "You’re one of my best students. I’d hate to see that change." He lingers for a second longer, staring at you, before stepping back.
"One of." That’s not enough. You want to be his favorite. The only one.
That day, you write:
"He was jealous today, it was so obvious. Daddy didn’t like me giving attention to another guy and fuck, that’s so hot — it left me soaked. I wanted him to snap right there, drag me to his office, put me on all fours and fuck me stupid. I need him to claim me, ruin me, remind me who I belong to. Please, Professor Park."
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Another class ends. This time, you don’t wait for everyone to leave so you can have a brief moment alone with Professor Park. In a rush to meet your friends at a nearby café, you end up forgetting your notebook on the desk — the one filled with all your filthy thoughts about him.
Professor Park is packing up his things when he notices the forgotten notebook on the seat where you sat during class. He picks it up, planning to return it to you next lecture, but decides to open it first to check for a name — just to make sure it’s yours. His eyes scan the first page, then the next, and the next.
"Today I met Professor Park and my God, he’s so attractive…"
"I want him to bend me over the desk after everyone leaves, lift my skirt, and fuck me hard."
"I want to be Daddy’s favorite. I’d let him fuck my ass if that’s what it takes to be his good girl."
"I wanted him to grab my hair and shove himself down my throat right there in front of everyone."
He freezes, jaw clenched tight, every muscle in his body tense as he keeps reading. Page after page of your explicit fantasies — the way you teased him with the lollipop, dropped to your knees in front of him, wore shorter and shorter skirts with tighter blouses, all of it deliberately done to provoke him.
With every new entry, his cock grows harder, throbbing painfully against the confines of his pants.
You only realize you forgot the notebook when you’re already halfway across campus. Panic floods through you instantly — every filthy thought, every "Daddy," every explicit fantasy is written in there. Your stomach twists at the thought of someone finding it and reading everything. You run back to the lecture hall as fast as you can.
When you arrive, the door is slightly ajar. Peeking inside, you see that Professor Park is still there.
Breathless, you push the door open. His eyes lock onto yours the second you step inside. The air feels thick, heavier than ever. His gaze is different now — darker, more intense, hungry. In that same instant, you know you’re fucked.
"You forgot this," he says in a low, serious voice. A cruel smile plays on his lips as he holds the notebook out toward you, but he doesn’t let go when you try to take it.
"Interesting reading…" He flips through the pages again and reads one of the entries out loud. "Please, Daddy… notice how desperate your good girl is." Then he lets out a low, mocking laugh — clearly amused by how desperate you sounded in those notes.
Your face burns with shame. The words get stuck in your throat. What excuse could you possibly give when everything is written so explicitly? "Professor… I—"
He closes the notebook with a sharp snap and pins you with a piercing stare that makes your entire body shiver. "We’ll discuss this later. In private."
He finally releases the notebook. The moment it’s in your hands, you turn and flee as fast as your trembling legs can carry you.
The rest of the day is pure torture. You can barely sleep that night, your mind racing with every possible consequence — and every possible thing he might do to you.
Later that evening, your phone vibrates with an email from him.
My office. Thursday, 4:30 PM. We need to discuss the contents of your notebook.
— Sunghoon Park.
On Thursday, you spend the entire day getting ready. You wear the tightest tank top you own — thin enough that your hard, needy nipples are clearly visible — paired with the shortest skirt you’ve ever worn, one that barely covers the curve of your ass.
At exactly 4:30 PM, you knock on his office door, your heart pounding so hard you feel dizzy.
"Come in," he says from inside.
You open the door slowly. There he is, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed over his broad chest, jaw clenched, a malicious smile on his lips and a hungry look in his eyes as they rake over your body from head to toe. The cold, professional mask he always wore in class is gone, replaced by something much darker.
"Lock the door and sit down," he orders, leaving no room for argument.
You obey with trembling hands, locking the door before sitting down, pressing your thighs together. You can already feel your panties getting wet. For a few long seconds, he just stares at you, his gaze lingering on your hard nipples straining against the thin fabric.
When his eyes finally meet yours, he speaks. "You wrote about wanting me to bend you over this desk. About my arms suffocating you. About calling me Daddy. About dressing like a desperate little slut just to get my attention."
You feel exposed, vulnerable, and shamefully aroused, your pussy throbbing.
"I didn’t… I mean, I—" The words die in your throat as he steps closer, towering over you.
"Do you have any idea how difficult it’s been to stay professional?" he growls. "Watching you in class every day in those tiny skirts and tight tops. Reading how badly you want me to claim you."
Before you can respond, he grabs your waist and lifts you effortlessly onto his desk. His hands grip your thighs, spreading them so he can step between them.
"Professor Park…" you whimper, your voice trembling with need and nervousness.
He kneels in front of you, eyes locked on yours as he pushes your skirt up and pulls your panties to the side, exposing your needy, dripping wet pussy. The first touch of his hot tongue against your folds makes you gasp sharply.
"Oh God—" you moan, gripping the edge of the desk.
Sunghoon eats you out like a starving man — with long, slow licks from your entrance to your clit, then sucking hard on the swollen bundle of nerves. Two long fingers slide deep inside you, curling perfectly to stroke that sensitive spot while his tongue works relentlessly.
"Sunghoon, fuck— that feels so good," you whimper, tangling your fingers in his hair. "I’ve waited so long for this…"
He growls against your pussy when he hears you moan his name so casually. The vibration sends shivers through your entire body. His fingers pump faster and deeper as he sucks your clit into his mouth. The pressure builds quickly until you cum hard, thighs trembling around his head, loud moans ripping from your throat as you soak his chin and the desk beneath you.
When he finally stands up, his lips are glistening with your juices. He’s breathing heavily, the massive bulge in his pants straining painfully against the fabric.
"Please, Daddy…" You spread your legs even wider, eyes glassy with tears of frustration and pleasure. "I need your cock. Please, fuck me."
Sunghoon steps forward, pressing his clothed erection firmly against your soaked entrance and rubbing slowly. You moan softly, rolling your hips against him desperately, chasing more friction, but he pulls away again.
"I’m not reckless enough to fuck you in my office," he groans, clearly fighting for control. "No matter how badly I want to bury myself inside this needy little pussy."
You let out a pathetic whine, eyes pleading. He leans in close, gripping your jaw firmly with one hand.
"Tonight. My apartment. 8 PM. If you want me to fuck you properly." He pauses, his voice low and dark. "I’ll send you an email with the address."
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You arrive at his building exactly at 8 PM, wearing the sluttiest outfit you own. Your pussy is already dripping down your thighs by the time you knock on the door.
Sunghoon opens the door dressed differently from usual — a simple black shirt and gray sweatpants that do nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of his hard cock.
"Come in," He orders and you obey, the door closing behind you with a heavy click.
The second you step inside, his reserved professor mask finally shatters and he snaps.
He grabs you by the waist and slams you against the wall, his grip so strong it will definitely leave bruises. "You have no fucking idea what you’ve done to me," he growls, pressing his erection hard against your stomach. "Reading page after page of you begging to be my little whore. Calling me Daddy while thinking about my cock."
You moan, arching into him desperately. "Please… I need it. I’ve needed your cock for so long."
He spins you around and bends you roughly over the back of the couch. Your tiny skirt rides up, exposing your bare, dripping pussy — you didn’t even bother wearing panties. His large hand comes down hard on your ass, making you cry out.
"Look at this desperate little cunt," he says, stroking the spot he just spanked. "Dripping all over my floor." Two thick fingers slide through your folds and push deep inside you without warning. You scream, pushing back against his hand as he fingers you hard, curling his fingers against that sweet spot while his thumb circles your swollen clit.
"You’re tighter than I imagined," he groans, pumping faster. "All those weeks teasing me in those tiny skirts and tight tops… you’re going to take every inch of Daddy’s cock tonight."
He pulls his fingers out, yanks your top up to free your breasts, and spins you around to face him. Before you can say anything, his mouth crashes against yours in a hungry, demanding, almost desperate kiss — his tongue pushing past your lips to claim you completely.
You melt into him, moaning into his mouth while grinding against his hard cock. When he finally pulls back, your lips are swollen and you’re panting.
He walks you backward toward the bedroom, still kissing you between steps, until the back of your knees hit the bed. Sunghoon throws you onto your back, pulls off his shirt, and shoves down his sweatpants — finally freeing his cock that springs out, thick and rock hard with pulsing veins along the shaft. Your mouth waters at the sight.
He climbs on top of you, grabs your thighs and spreads them wide. Without any ceremony, he lines up and thrusts deep inside you in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt in your soaked pussy. "Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight."
Then he starts fucking you hard — deep, merciless thrusts that make the bed creak and his heavy balls slap against your ass with every stroke.
You’re completely lost in it, moaning like a whore because he’s so big and the stretch is overwhelming. "Your cock is so big… you’re stretching me so good."
He leans down and kisses you again, swallowing your moans as he pounds into you. His muscular body pins you to the mattress, his heat and weight dominating you the best way possible.
"You’re mine now," he growls against your lips. "My perfect little pet. This pussy belongs to me now."
Sunghoon presses one hand firmly on your lower belly and starts fucking you with slow but incredibly deep strokes. His cock is so long and buried so deep that you can clearly see the bulge moving under your skin with every thrust.
"I can literally see my cock bulging your tiny stomach. Feel that?" He thrusts harder, pressing down so you can feel the head of his cock pushing against his hand through your body.
You nod, sobbing with pleasure, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Yes, I feel it. You’re ruining my pussy, Daddy. I’m so full."
"My cock is bigger than your little womb can handle… but you’re still taking every inch like a good girl," he groans, almost hypnotized.
"Please, don’t stop," you beg desperately, voice breaking. He fucks you even deeper, one hand still pressing on the bulge in your stomach while the other pins your wrists above your head.
The pressure becomes unbearable until you can’t hold back anymore. You cum hard, screaming as your pussy clenches violently around his cock, squirting while he keeps fucking you through it. The sight and feeling push him over the edge too. He buries himself as deep as your body allows and fills you with thick, hot ropes of cum, groaning loudly as he empties himself inside you.
He slowly pulls out of you, his cock glistening with the mixture of both your cum. You’re panting, legs still trembling from the intense orgasm, when suddenly he flips you onto your stomach without warning. He grabs your hips and pulls your ass up, putting you on all fours.
"Arch your back," he orders. "I want to fuck you like the desperate little pet you are."
You obey immediately, arching your back deeply and presenting your wet, swollen pussy to him. This position leaves you completely at his mercy as his tall, muscular frame towers behind you.
He leans over you, one hand sliding down your spine until he grabs the back of your neck, pulling you up so your back is pressed against his chest. With the other hand, he turns your head to the side and kisses you deeply. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming every inch while his thick cock teases between your ass cheeks.
You moan into the kiss, melting under him. "Daddy… fuck me harder," you beg breathlessly against his lips.
He kisses you even more aggressively, biting your lower lip before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "Open your mouth."
You obey without hesitation, sliding your tongue out slightly. Sunghoon leans over you and spits directly into your open mouth — a thick string of saliva landing on your tongue.
You moan pathetically and swallow it all. "Thank you, Daddy…"
"Good girl," he praises with a wide smile, then spits into your mouth again. "Now take my cock."
He pushes you back down onto the mattress, grips your hips with both large hands, and thrusts into you with one brutal stroke. The new angle lets him bury every thick inch even deeper, stretching your tight pussy to its limit.
"Fuck!" you cry out, fingers gripping the sheets. "You’re so deep like this… Oh my God."
Sunghoon starts fucking you hard, his hips slamming against your ass with loud, wet slaps that push your body forward with every thrust. His thick cock rubs against your cervix and every sensitive spot inside you — the obscene sound of your soaked pussy getting fucked filling the room.
He keeps one hand on the back of your neck, pressing your face into the mattress while the other spanks your ass hard in time with his thrusts, leaving red marks on your skin. "Take it," he groans. "This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked like a bitch in heat by your professor."
"Yes, yes, Daddy." you moan loudly, pushing your hips back desperately to meet his rhythm. "Fuck me harder… I love being your little slut."
He leans over you again, chest pressed against your back, and continues pounding into you mercilessly. Every thrust makes your ass ripple and your tits bounce beneath you.
Sunghoon reaches around and grabs one of your breasts roughly, pinching your nipple without slowing his punishing pace — his heavy balls slapping against your clit with every stroke.
"You’re so fucking tight like this," he growls against your ear, biting your shoulder. "This tiny pussy was made for my cock."
You’re sobbing with pleasure, completely lost in how deep and hard his huge cock is fucking you. "I’m gonna cum. Sunghoon, please... can I cum?" you beg, voice breaking.
He slaps your ass hard again, making you squirm under him. "Cum on my cock like a good girl."
You scream into the mattress as your inner walls clench violently around him, the orgasm hitting you violently. He doesn’t slow down — he fucks you straight through it, chasing his own release.
Until he buries himself to the hilt and fills you with another huge load, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside your pussy in heavy spasms.
You’re still trembling and leaking his cum when he pulls out and suddenly flips you onto your back so he can look at your ruined body and flushed, wrecked expression. "On your knees," he commands, his voice low and rough.
You obey instantly, like you always do. Sunghoon reaches over to the nightstand where he keeps his satin ties and grabs a couple. "Hands behind your back, pet." He ties your wrists securely behind you and then binds your ankles, leaving you completely helpless on the bed.
The silk bites into your skin just tight enough to make you fully at his mercy. When you test the restraints and realize you can’t escape, a needy moan escapes you.
"Look at you…" he says, slowly stroking his cock, which is already rock hard again. "All tied up and dripping for me. Exactly how a desperate little slut should be.:
You whimper, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Daddy, please..."
He lets out a cruel laugh, then grabs you by the hair and drags you off the bed to the large full-length mirror on the bedroom wall. He positions you on your knees right in front of it, facing your own reflection. "Eyes open," he whispers into your ear. "Watch what I do to you."
You stare at the obscene image in the mirror: your wrists and ankles bound, your skirt bunched uselessly around your waist, tits exposed, and your face flushed with lust.
Sunghoon kneels behind you, his muscular body making yours look tiny. He yanks your head back by the hair and thrusts into you with one brutal stroke, burying his cock to the hilt.
He starts fucking you hard, deep and punishing thrusts that jolt your bound body forward. His biceps flex as he grips your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with every stroke. The mirror shows everything — your tits bouncing, your face twisted in pleasure, and his body dominating you from behind.
"Fuck, look how well your tight little pussy takes me," he groans. One hand wraps around your throat while the other arm snakes around your upper body. He pulls you back against his chest, smothering you between those massive biceps while he keeps thrusting. Your vision starts to blur from the overwhelming pleasure as you gasp for air, forced to watch yourself being destroyed in the mirror.
Sunghoon unties your ankles and in one smooth motion stands up, lifting your body like you weigh nothing. He presses you against the mirror, your tits and cheek smashing against the cold glass as he enters you from behind again.
The mirror fogs up with your hot breath while he fucks you relentlessly. "You teased me for weeks," he growls in your ear, one hand still gripping your throat. "Now you get to watch yourself get fucked like the whore you are." His hips slam against your ass with loud, wet smacks, his cock driving incredibly deep in this standing position.
You cum hard, screaming as your pussy squirts around his cock and your legs shake violently, but he doesn’t stop. He pulls out, spins you around, and lifts you onto his cock, impaling you completely again. His strong arms do all the work, bouncing your bound body up and down on his thick shaft.
"Beg for it," he demands.
"Please, Daddy, cum inside me again," you sob desperately. "Fill your good girl up… I need it so bad."
He buries himself to the hilt one final time and floods your pussy with another massive load, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum until it overflows around his cock and drips down your ass.
Still buried deep inside you, he carries you back to the bed and sits you up on the edge of it, standing in front of you. "Open that pretty mouth. Time to clean Daddy’s cock and get your throat fucked."
He doesn’t wait for you to do it. He simply grabs your hair and slaps his cum-covered cock against your tongue a few times before shoving it straight down your throat. You gag hard, your eyes watering instantly as he forces his thick length past your gag reflex.
"That’s it, swallow it all, you filthy little cocksucker," he groans, starting to thrust deep and steady.
You gag and drool uncontrollably, thick strings of saliva running down your chin and dripping onto your tits and thighs. Glk- glk- glk. The obscene sounds fill the room as he fucks your face mercilessly.
You pull against the restraints around your wrists, trying to escape while moaning around his cock. When he pulls out briefly to let you breathe, you gasp desperately. "I’m your dirty little whore, Daddy."
He groans and thrusts back in, fucking your throat harder and faster while holding you in place. Tears stream down your face, but you keep looking up at him submissively. Finally, with a deep groan, he buries himself to the hilt and cums straight down your throat. You swallow every drop like the good girl you are, coughing and gasping for air when he finally pulls out.
Sunghoon releases the restraints from your wrists and sits on the edge of the bed, his cock still hard and glistening, slapping against his stomach. He pulls you onto his lap, gripping your hips possessively. "Get on top, baby," he says, his voice low and rough. "I want to watch you ride Daddy’s cock."
Even though you’re trembling and completely wrecked, you obey. You straddle him, align his cock with your soaked entrance, and sink down slowly, moaning loudly as he stretches you open again. "Fuck… Daddy, you’re so deep like this," you moan, bottoming out with a shaky breath.
Sunghoon leans back slightly, supporting himself on his hands, his thick dark eyebrows furrowed as he watches you. One large hand immediately slides up to your breast, squeezing it hard while his thumb brushes over your sensitive nipple. "Ride me. Show me how badly you wanted this."
You start moving, rolling your hips and bouncing on his cock. He slaps your ass hard. SMACK. the sharp sound echoing as your flesh jiggles. "Faster," he demands, slapping the other cheek even harder. "Don’t be shy. Fuck yourself on me like you wrote in that dirty little notebook."
You ride him harder, your tits bouncing wildly in front of his face. He leans forward and catches one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his other hand keeps spanking and groping your ass, occasionally spreading your cheeks so he can feel how tightly you’re stretched around him.
"Oh my God, Sunghoon!" you moan loudly, head falling back. "Your cock feels so good… I love your cock. Please, spank my ass harder!"
His big hand comes down again and again, turning your ass red while his other hand kneads and pinches your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. The mix of pain and pleasure makes your pussy clench around him.
"Look at you… bouncing on your professor’s cock like a whore. These pretty tits are mine." He squeezes them together, burying his face between them, biting and sucking marks into your soft skin.
You’re losing control, riding him relentlessly while grinding your clit against his pelvis with every bounce. "I’m gonna cum, please. Can I cum?" you beg.
He slaps your ass one more time, hard enough to make you scream, then grips your hips tightly and starts thrusting up to meet you. "Cum," he growls against your chest. "Cream all over Daddy’s cock."
You scream loudly, your body shaking violently as your pussy clenches and squirts around his thick shaft. Sunghoon doesn’t stop — he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, spanking your ass and playing with your bouncing tits until he groans deeply and buries himself inside you, pumping another thick load into your already overflowing pussy.
Sunghoon gently rubs your wrists and ankles before lifting your trembling body along with his and carrying you in his arms to the bathroom.
Under the hot streams of water, he presses your body against the tiles, pinning you there. "Can you take one more? Just one more for me, hm? I know you can, baby…"
You nod quickly. "I can."
He lifts one of your legs, lines himself up, and slides back into your sore, dripping pussy. The water cascades over both of you as he fucks you deep and steady, one thick arm wrapped loosely around your throat from behind while his other hand gropes your breasts and rubs your clit.
"You’re such a messy little whore, but so good for me," he whispers in your ear, thrusting harder. "Still leaking my cum down your thighs."
"Yes, I’m yours," you whimper, pushing back against him. "Fill me again, please. Breed me. I want to be yours forever, Daddy."
He pins you harder against the wall until you cum again, moaning his name. With one final deep thrust, he groans and releases inside you once more, making the mixture of cum and water run down your legs.
Sunghoon turns off the water, dries you carefully, and kisses every mark he left on your body. He carries you back to the bed and pulls you into his arms, cuddling you against his chest.
"You were incredible tonight," he murmurs softly, stroking your hair. "Such a good girl for Daddy. You took everything so well."
You nuzzle into him, your voice low and exhausted. "Thank you, Daddy… I loved every second. I’m yours now."
He massages your sore wrists, thighs, and neck with gentle, careful hands, then brings you water and holds the glass while you drink. He cleans between your legs again with a warm cloth, kissing your forehead the whole time.
"Stay here with me," he whispers, wrapping you in those strong arms. "Rest, baby."
You fall asleep feeling safe and warm in his arms, completely owned, satisfied, and already dreaming about the next time.
────────
You wake up slowly, your body sore and marked — your thighs sticky with dried cum, your throat still a little raw. You smile to yourself like a lovestruck idiot, then slip out of bed wearing one of his dress shirts that you stole from the chair in the room.
You walk toward the kitchen, following the smell of fresh coffee. He’s standing at the counter, so you quietly approach from behind and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his back.
"Good morning…" you murmur, kissing his back softly. "Thank you for last night. I can still feel you everywhere."
Sunghoon doesn’t turn around immediately. He stays still for a moment, then lets out a low, cold laugh that makes your stomach twist.
He finally turns, wearing that same reserved, stern expression he used during lectures as he looks at you like you’re something both pathetic and mildly amusing.
"You’re already acting clingy?" he says, his voice low and cruel. "One night of getting your holes ruined and you think you can play housewife?"
Your cheeks burn, but you still try to be sweet, pressing your body against his and rubbing your hard nipples against his chest.
"Sorry… I just feel so close to you right now," you whisper softly, looking up at him with big, adoring eyes. "I love being your good girl."
He reaches out and grabs your chin roughly, forcing your head back with a firm, almost painful grip. "Look at you," he says mockingly. "So desperate and sweet in the morning. You were screaming like a whore last night, begging Daddy to fill your insides with cum… and now you’re cuddling up to me like a lost puppy?"
Before you can respond, he releases your chin and turns back to the counter as if you don’t even deserve his attention. But you keep trying, stepping forward again and wrapping your arms around him from behind. "Please, Sunghoon… I really like you. It’s not just the sex—"
"Enough," he interrupts sharply. He turns again, grabs you by the waist, and easily lifts you onto the kitchen counter, spreading your legs. The shirt rides up, exposing your bare, still-swollen pussy. "You’re not going to play sweet and domestic after writing page after page about wanting to be my personal cum dump."
"But… I want to make you happy," you say softly, your voice trembling.
He leans in close, trapping you on the counter. "Then stay quiet and keep that little cunt ready for whenever I want it," he says coldly. "Sweetness doesn’t suit a desperate teacher’s pet like you. Now spread your legs wider and stop pretending you’re anything more than my dirty little secret."
He delivers a hard, cruel slap directly to your clit, making you gasp. Then he steps back, leaving you sitting there exposed, dripping, and aching on the counter while he casually drinks his coffee.
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