You thought you’d moved on. You had Heeseung now, sweet, safe, perfect. Sunghoon had Sooha, bubbly, convenient.
But the fire between you never died. It only waited.
One rooftop party, too much alcohol, and a slow R&B song was all it took. Now you’re grinding on your ex’s hard cock in the middle of the crowd, his fingers knuckle-deep in your soaked pussy while your boyfriend chats nearby. From there? A locked bathroom, messy blowjob on your knees, getting fucked raw and creampied over the sink like the desperate little slut you are for the one man you shouldn’t want.
Old habits fuck hardest.
pairing: ex!sunghoon x reader !
warnings: cheating (both hoon and reader) betrayal strong language possessiveness jealousy alcohol infedilty complete mess for their exes porn with no plot
warnings (smut): cheating (reader on Heeseung, Sunghoon on Sooha) risky semi public sex heavy sexual tension consented sex even if drunk mutual masturbation blowjob fingering grinding doggy style mirror sex creampie tit play nipple play choking multiple orgasms degradation praise
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(Masterlist)
YOU AND PARK SUNGHOON HAD BEEN TOGETHER FOR ALMOST TWO YEARS BEFORE IT ENDED.
The breakup was mutual but painful, two young, passionate people who burned too hot and too fast. Careers, schedules, jealousy, and the weight of keeping everything secret had worn you both down. One rainy night in his dorm, after another argument about time and attention, you both agreed it was better to let go. The last kiss you shared tasted like salt from tears. Heeseung, Sunghoon’s best friend, had been there through the aftermath, listening to you vent late at night when the pain felt unbearable. Slowly, comfort turned into something deeper. Six months after the breakup, you and Heeseung started seeing each other. It felt right, safe, warm, steady. Heeseung was attentive, funny, and deeply caring. You fell for him hard.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon started dating one of your close friends, Sooha. She was sweet, bubbly, and had always gotten along with him during group hangouts. Seeing them together at first stung like hell, but you told yourself it was for the best. Everyone moved on. Or so it seemed.
The problem was the friend group. You all ran in the same circle, mutual friends from the industry, trainees, dancers, and staff who loved throwing parties, dinners, and weekend getaways. No matter how hard you tried, you and Sunghoon kept crossing paths. At first, it was awkward. Polite nods, short conversations, avoiding eye contact. But the tension never died. It only grew.
Every time you saw him, memories flooded back. The way his large hands used to grip your hips. How he’d pin you against the wall and kiss you until your knees buckled. The low groan he made when he was deep inside you. The way he’d look at you with those sharp, dark eyes right before he made you come. And you knew he felt it too. You’d catch him staring at your legs in short dresses, or the curve of your ass when you bent over. His jaw would tighten, and he’d quickly look away, especially when Heeseung was right beside you with an arm around your waist, or when Sooha was laughing and clinging to his arm.
The air between you two was always thick, charged and dangerous.
It started small. A house party six months after you and Heeseung became official. Sunghoon and Sooha had been dating for three months. The music was loud, drinks were flowing. You were in a tight dress that hugged every curve. Sunghoon couldn’t stop glancing at you. When you passed each other in the narrow hallway on the way to the bathroom, your bodies brushed. Just shoulders and hips, but it was enough. You felt him, hard, warm, familiar, and your breath hitched. He froze for half a second, eyes darkening, before muttering a low “sorry” and continuing. That night you rode Heeseung like you were possessed, but it was Sunghoon’s face you saw when you came.
Another time, at a beach trip with the whole group. Sunghoon was shirtless in the water, water dripping down his toned abs and sharp v-line. You were in a bikini. Heeseung was building sandcastles with friends, Sooha was napping under an umbrella. You and Sunghoon ended up wading in the shallows at the same time. The waves pushed you closer. His hand accidentally grazed your waist as he steadied you. Electricity shot through your body. Your nipples hardened instantly under the thin fabric. You saw the bulge in his swim trunks grow. Neither of you said a word. You both swam away, hearts pounding, bodies aching.
These encounters kept happening. Birthday parties, award after-parties, late-night karaoke sessions. Every time, you’d leave the function wet and throbbing, panties soaked, thighs clenched. You knew he was going home hard too, probably fucking Sooha while thinking about you. The guilt was there, but the desire was stronger.
One particular night, it became unbearable.
It was a small, intimate gathering at a friend’s luxurious apartment. Only twelve people. Heeseung was there, sitting beside you on the couch, his hand resting possessively on your thigh. Sunghoon and Sooha were across the room. The lights were dim, music soft. Someone suggested truth or dare. Stupid idea. When it was your turn, someone dared you to sit on Sunghoon’s lap for three minutes. The room erupted in laughter. “For old times’ sake!” they joked, not knowing how deep the cut went.
You hesitated. Heeseung chuckled and nodded, thinking it was harmless. Sooha looked a little uncomfortable but played along. Sunghoon’s eyes met yours, dark, warning, hungry.
You sat on his lap.
The moment your ass settled over his crotch, you felt him. He was already half-hard. As the timer started, his hands rested lightly on your hips to “steady” you. His cock twitched beneath you, growing thicker and harder against the thin fabric of your dress and his pants. You were wearing nothing but a tiny thong underneath. You could feel every inch of him pressing right against your clothed cunt. Heat flooded you. Your clit throbbed. You shifted slightly, “accidentally,” grinding down on him. He exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers tightening on your hips. His cock was fully hard now, thick and long, the same shape you remembered so well. You were soaking through your thong, your juices starting to wet the front of his pants.
Three minutes felt like eternity. Torture. Bliss. When the timer ended, you stood up on shaky legs. Sunghoon’s eyes were nearly black. A small wet spot was visible on his thigh where you’d been sitting. He quickly adjusted himself. You excused yourself to the bathroom, locked the door, and leaned against it, breathing hard, your pussy was dripping, you wanted to cum so badly it hurt.
That night, after the party, Heeseung fucked you in his car before you even got home. You came twice, but it wasn’t enough.
Two days later, you were alone in your apartment. Heeseung was away for a schedule. The memory of sitting on Sunghoon’s lap had been haunting you. You took a long shower, trying to calm down, but your body was on fire. After drying off, you opened your drawer and found it, the pale pink satin slip Sunghoon used to love.
It was short, silky, with thin straps and a deep neckline. The hem barely covered your ass. There was a high slit on the left side that went almost to your hip. He used to push the strap down, suck on your tits while fucking you in it. You hadn’t worn it since the breakup.
Tonight, you slipped it on. The fabric felt cool and luxurious against your heated skin. Your nipples were already stiff, poking obviously through the thin material. You stood in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, dim lights on. The slip clung to your body, the hem riding up to show the bottom curve of your ass.
You climbed onto your bed, heart racing with guilt and excitement. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. Heeseung was your boyfriend. Sunghoon was his best friend. He was dating Sooha, your friend. But you couldn’t stop.
You lay back against the pillows, knees bent, legs slightly spread. Your hand slowly trailed up your body. You cupped one breast through the satin, squeezing it gently. A soft moan escaped your lips. You imagined Sunghoon’s large hand instead, bigger, rougher. You pinched your nipple, rolling it between your fingers the way he used to. The sensation shot straight to your core.
“Oh god…” you whispered.
Your other hand slid down, pushing the hem of the slip higher. The slit on the side made it easy. You parted your thighs wider, exposing your bare, dripping pussy. You were soaked. Your fingers brushed over your swollen clit, and your hips jerked.
In your mind, it was Sunghoon touching you.
You pictured his sharp jaw, his intense eyes looking down at you. The way he’d smirk when he felt how wet you were for him. You imagined his long fingers replacing yours, two thick digits sliding inside you while his thumb circled your clit. You pushed two fingers into your tight heat, moaning louder. The slick sounds filled the room as you pumped them slowly, curling them just right.
Your other hand kept playing with your tits, pulling the strap down so one breast spilled out. You pinched and tugged your nipple harder, imagining Sunghoon’s mouth on it, sucking, biting, licking.
“Sunghoon…” you breathed, even though you knew you shouldn’t say his name. It felt too good. You added a third finger, stretching yourself, fucking yourself deeper. Your hips rolled, grinding against your hand. The satin slip bunched around your waist now. You were completely exposed, legs spread obscenely, fingers plunging in and out of your creamy pussy.
You thought about that night on his lap. How hard he’d been. How big he felt. You imagined pulling his cock out right there in front of everyone, sinking down on it, riding him while the party continued. You imagined him bending you over in the bathroom after, slamming into you from behind, hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he filled you up.
Your fingers moved faster. The heel of your palm rubbed your clit with every thrust. Your other hand switched to your other breast, squeezing hard, twisting the nipple. Pleasure built rapidly, hot and intense.
You were so close.
In your fantasy, Sunghoon was on top of you, thrusting deep, whispering how much he missed your tight pussy, how no one fucked him like you did. You imagined his hips snapping harder, his balls slapping against you, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside.
“Fuck—Sunghoon—yes—” you moaned, voice breaking.
Your orgasm crashed over you violently. Your back arched off the bed, thighs shaking. Your pussy clenched hard around your fingers, gushing wetly. You kept fingering yourself through it, drawing it out, riding every wave. Juices dripped down your ass onto the sheets. The slip was ruined with sweat and your arousal.
Even after you came, you kept your fingers inside, gently stroking as the aftershocks rolled through you. Your chest heaved. Guilt tried to creep in, but the pleasure was too strong, too addictive.
You knew you’d do this again. You couldn’t help it. The tension between you and Sunghoon was only getting worse. Sooner or later, something was going to break.
But for now, in the quiet of your room, wearing the slip he used to love, you let yourself drift in the fantasy of him, your ex, your boyfriend’s best friend, your friend’s boyfriend, fucking you senseless the way only he knew how.
—
A few weeks had passed since that night you spent alone in your apartment. The guilt had lingered for days afterward, especially when Heeseung came back from his schedule and kissed you so sweetly, completely unaware of whose name you’d moaned. But the ache between your legs never fully went away. Every time you saw Sunghoon in the group chat or caught a glimpse of him at a quick schedule overlap, the memory of his hardened cock pressing against you during truth or dare flooded back.
Tonight was another mutual friend’s birthday party, held at a spacious rooftop venue. The city lights glittered below like scattered diamonds, and the air was warm with late spring humidity. Fairy lights and soft neon accents bathed the space in a seductive glow. Music pulsed from hidden speakers, R&B and deep house tracks that made bodies move instinctively. About thirty people were there: dancers, idols, staff, and close industry friends. The drinks flowed freely, champagne, soju cocktails, whiskey on ice.
You arrived with Heeseung, dressed in a dangerously short, deep burgundy silk dress that clung to your curves and ended high on your thighs. The thin straps left your shoulders bare, and the low back dipped dangerously close to the curve of your ass. Heeseung had complimented you endlessly in the car, his hand sliding up your leg the whole ride. But the moment you stepped onto the rooftop, your eyes found Sunghoon across the crowd.
He looked devastating. Black button-up shirt with the top few buttons undone, revealing the sharp lines of his collarbones and the beginning of his toned chest. Tailored black pants that hugged his long legs and narrow waist. His dark hair was styled messily, falling over his sharp eyes. Sooha wasn’t there, she’d texted the group earlier saying she felt sick and was staying home. Heeseung, oblivious as ever, spotted Jay and Jake almost immediately and gave your waist a quick squeeze. “I’ll be back in a bit, baby. They want to talk about the new choreography.” He kissed your cheek and disappeared into a group of guys near the bar.
You were alone, and Sunghoon noticed. The tension started immediately.
You felt his gaze like a physical touch the second you walked toward the open bar. When you turned to order a drink, a strong soju cocktail with peach, he was already watching you from a few meters away, leaning against a high table with a glass in his hand. His eyes dragged slowly down your body: lingering on the way the silk hugged your breasts, the exposed skin of your thighs, the way your hips swayed when you walked. You met his stare boldly, heart racing, and took a long sip. The alcohol burned pleasantly down your throat.
For the next hour, it was a game of stolen glances and near-misses.
You danced with some girlfriends on the makeshift dance floor, laughing as you moved your hips to the rhythm. But every time you turned or dipped low, you felt him. Sunghoon stayed on the edge of the crowd, talking to a few guys, but his attention never left you. You caught him staring at your ass when you bent slightly to adjust your heel. His jaw clenched. When you licked a drop of drink from your lower lip, his eyes darkened.
You grew tipsy. Then drunk. The cocktails hit harder than expected, warmth spreading through your veins, loosening your limbs, making your skin feel hypersensitive. Your cheeks flushed. Your pussy already felt warm and slick just from the weight of his gaze.
Heeseung was still deep in conversation with Jay and Jake on the far side of the rooftop, laughing loudly, safe, distracted.
Sunghoon finally moved closer during a slower song. You were at the bar getting another drink when he appeared beside you, ordering a whiskey. His arm brushed yours. The contact sent electricity shooting through your body.
“Looking dangerous tonight,” he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear. His breath ghosted over your bare shoulder.
You turned your head, lips parted. “You’re one to talk.”
Your eyes locked. The air between you crackled. For a moment, it felt like the rest of the party disappeared. His gaze dropped to your mouth, then lower, watching your chest rise and fall. You pressed your thighs together, already feeling yourself getting wet.
The night blurred deliciously after that.
You danced again, this time with a mixed group. Sunghoon joined casually, keeping a safe distance at first. But the music grew slower, more sensual. Bodies moved closer. You swayed your hips, feeling the alcohol make you bold. Every time you turned, your eyes met his. He watched the way your dress rode up your thighs. You watched the way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders when he moved.
Another song, you danced near him, shoulders brushed, then hips. He smelled like whiskey and that familiar cologne that used to drive you crazy, your head felt light, body hot.
Finally, the moment broke. A slow, heavy R&B track started playing. The kind that made people grind without shame. Most of the group had paired off or were lost in their own conversations. Heeseung was still occupied. Sunghoon stepped behind you without a word.
You didn’t resist. His tall frame pressed against your back as you both started swaying to the music. Your ass nestled perfectly against his crotch. Even through the layers of fabric, you could feel him, already semi-hard, thickening rapidly as you moved together.
“Fuck…” he breathed against your ear, so quietly it was almost lost in the music.
His hands settled on your hips at first, guiding you. The dance was filthy. You rolled your body against him, grinding slowly, deliberately. His cock grew fully hard, long and thick, pressing right between your ass cheeks through his pants. You bit your lip to hold back a moan.
The crowd around you was drunk and distracted. No one was paying attention to the exes dancing far too intimately. Sunghoon grew bolder.
One of his hands trailed down your side, fingers brushing the hem of your short dress. He leaned his head down, lips grazing the side of your neck. Not quite kissing, just hot breath and the faintest brush of his mouth. Your skin erupted in goosebumps.
“You’re driving me insane,” he whispered, voice rough with lust. “Been hard since I saw you in this dress.”
You pushed back against him harder, feeling his cock throb. “Then do something about it.”
His hand slipped lower. While your bodies continued swaying sensually to the slow beat, your ass grinding in slow circles against his erection, his fingers crept under the hem of your dress from behind. The rooftop was dimly lit here, and his tall frame mostly shielded you.
He found the edge of your tiny black lace panties. You were soaked. Dripping. His middle finger traced the wet fabric covering your pussy, pressing lightly against your swollen folds through the lace.
You gasped softly, knees weakening.
Sunghoon’s lips finally pressed against your neck, open-mouthed, hot and wet. He sucked gently, then harder, teeth grazing your skin as his finger pushed the lace aside. The pad of his long finger slid directly along your slick pussy lips, parting them, collecting your arousal.
“Shit, you’re drenched,” he groaned quietly against your neck, voice vibrating through you. “This pussy still gets this wet for me?”
You nodded frantically, biting back moans as you kept swaying with him, pretending it was just a dance. His cock was rock-hard, grinding slowly against your ass in time with the music.
He pushed one thick finger inside you without warning. Your walls clenched around it instantly, sucking him deeper. The wet sound was faint but filthy under the music. He added a second finger, stretching you, curling them perfectly against that spot he knew so well.
His mouth worked on your neck, kissing, licking, sucking hard enough to leave marks you’d have to hide later. His free hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you against him as he fingered you deeper, faster. His palm rubbed against your clit with every thrust of his fingers.
You were trembling. Pleasure built rapidly, hot and overwhelming. Your juices coated his hand, dripping down his wrist. The silk of your dress bunched up further. Anyone looking closely might have seen, but the risk only made it hotter. “Sunghoon…” you whimpered under your breath.
He bit your earlobe. “Missed this tight little cunt. Missed how you fall apart for me.”
His fingers pumped faster, curling relentlessly. The heel of his hand ground against your swollen clit. Your orgasm crashed into you without mercy, hard, sudden, devastating. Your pussy spasmed violently around his fingers, gushing slick arousal down his hand and onto your thighs. You moaned softly, body shaking as he held you upright, still swaying slowly to the music like nothing was happening.
He didn’t stop. He kept fingering you through it, drawing out every wave until your legs felt like jelly. When it finally subsided, he slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth behind you. You heard him suck them clean with a low, satisfied groan.
The song ended. You turned in his arms, flushed, breathing hard, eyes glassy with lust and alcohol. His eyes were nearly black with desire, lips parted, chest rising fast. His cock was straining obscenely against his pants. Neither of you spoke. The tension had finally snapped.
You both knew this was only the beginning of the night.
The song faded out, but the heat between you didn’t. Your legs were still shaky from the orgasm he’d just pulled from you on the dance floor. Sunghoon’s chest was pressed flush against your back, his breath hot against your ear as he spoke in a low, rough whisper.
“We need to go somewhere private. Right now.” His voice was strained with barely contained lust. “Before I bend you over in front of everyone.”
You didn’t even hesitate. The alcohol and adrenaline made you bold. You gave him the smallest nod, and he immediately took your hand, guiding you through the crowd with purposeful strides. Heeseung was still laughing with Jay and Jake near the bar, completely unaware. Sooha was safe at home. No one noticed as the two of you slipped inside the luxurious indoor section of the venue.
The bathroom was a single, spacious unisex room, dimly lit, marble counters, a large mirror above the sink. The second the door clicked shut and locked, all restraint vanished.
Sunghoon was on you instantly. He spun you around and pulled your back flush against his chest, positioning both of you in front of the mirror. Your eyes met in the reflection, his dark and feral, yours glassy and desperate. His hands were rough with urgency as he yanked the hem of your short burgundy dress up over your hips in one swift motion, bunching the silk around your waist.
“Fuck,” he growled, staring at your reflection. Your tiny black lace panties were soaked through, the fabric clinging obscenely to your swollen pussy lips.
His right hand slid down immediately, fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties. Two long, thick fingers dragged through your slick folds, parting them, coating themselves in your wetness. He pressed them against your clit first, rubbing slow, firm circles that made your hips jerk.
A broken moan spilled from your lips. “Ah—Sunghoon…”
He relished it. His eyes darkened further in the mirror as he watched your face contort in pleasure. “That’s it. Let me hear you moan for me again.”
He pushed those two fingers deep inside you without warning, burying them to the knuckle in your dripping heat. Your walls clenched hard around the intrusion, still sensitive from the earlier orgasm on the dance floor. He curled them instantly, stroking that perfect spot he knew better than anyone.
Your head fell back against his shoulder, another loud moan escaping you. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers pumping into your soaked pussy filled the bathroom.
Your hands moved behind you with frantic need. You palmed the massive bulge straining against his tailored pants, feeling how hard and hot he was. Sunghoon hissed sharply as you squeezed him through the fabric. With trembling fingers, you tugged his zipper down, reaching inside to pull his thick cock out.
He was rock hard, veins pulsing, the head already glistening with precum. The familiar weight and girth made your mouth water. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking from base to tip in long, firm pumps exactly the way he liked it.
“Shit—yes,” he groaned, hips bucking into your fist. His fingers fucked you harder, faster, plunging in and out while his palm rubbed relentlessly against your clit. The mirror gave you both a perfect view of everything, your flushed face, your tits nearly spilling out of your dress, his hand disappearing between your thighs, your smaller hand working his cock desperately.
You pumped him faster, twisting your wrist at the head, spreading his precum down his shaft. Every time you squeezed him, his fingers would thrust deeper into you, like a filthy feedback loop. Your moans mixed with his low grunts.
“Look at yourself,” he demanded, voice hoarse. His free hand came up to grip your jaw, forcing you to watch your reflection. “Look how fucking desperate you are for me. Dripping all over my fingers while your boyfriend’s right outside.”
The words only made you wetter. You whimpered loudly, stroking him quicker, feeling his cock throb and twitch in your hand. His fingers curled and scissored inside you, stretching you open, hitting that spot over and over until your thighs started shaking.
You were both lost in it, driven by pure, pent-up lust. The sound of his fingers plunging into your creamy pussy mixed with the slick sound of your hand jerking his cock. Your juices were dripping down his wrist and onto the marble floor.
“I’m gonna—fuck, Sunghoon—I’m close again,” you gasped, eyes half-lidded in the mirror.
He leaned down, biting the side of your neck hard as his fingers sped up. “Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fingers like the dirty little slut you are for your ex.”
Your orgasm hit you like a freight train.
Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, then a loud, broken moan tore from your throat as your pussy clenched violently around his fingers, gushing slick arousal all over his hand. Your knees buckled, but he held you up, still fucking you through it with his fingers while you frantically stroked his cock.
Sunghoon groaned deeply, hips stuttering as your orgasm pushed him over the edge too. Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, spilling over your hand and onto the sink counter as he came hard. For a few long seconds, the only sounds were heavy breathing and the faint bass of the music outside.
You both stared at each other in the mirror, flushed, messy, and still hungry.
This wasn’t going to end here. The bathroom air was thick with the scent of sex, your arousal and his cum. You were both still panting, staring at each other through the mirror. Sunghoon’s fingers were still buried inside you, lazily stroking through the aftershocks while your hand was covered in his release.
Without a word, you slowly turned around and sank to your knees on the cool marble floor in front of him. His cock was still hard, glistening with cum and your spit from earlier strokes. You looked up at him with hazy, lust-drunk eyes as you wrapped your fingers around the base.
You leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his swollen tip, tasting the salty remnants of his orgasm. Sunghoon’s breath hitched sharply, one hand immediately threading into your hair.
“Fuck… you’re really gonna do this?” he rasped, voice wrecked.
You answered by parting your lips and taking him into your mouth. You sucked on the head first, swirling your tongue around it, cleaning every drop of cum. Then you sank deeper, relaxing your throat to take as much of his thick length as you could. The familiar stretch of your lips around him made you moan around his cock.
Sunghoon groaned loudly, hips twitching. “That’s it… just like that, baby.”
You bobbed your head, sucking him eagerly, hollowing your cheeks. Your hand worked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, stroking him in time with your movements. The wet, sloppy sounds echoed obscenely in the bathroom as you deepthroated him again and again, eyes watering, spit dripping down your chin.
He watched you through the mirror above, the sight of you on your knees in that tiny burgundy dress driving him crazy. His grip tightened in your hair as he started fucking your throat gently.
“Missed this pretty mouth so fucking much,” he growled.
You moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, growing even harder. His breathing turned ragged.
“Shit—I’m gonna cum again—”
You didn’t pull away. You took him as deep as possible, looking up at him with teary eyes. Sunghoon cursed loudly as he came down your throat, thick spurts of hot cum shooting straight into your stomach. You swallowed every drop, milking him until he was shuddering and oversensitive.
He pulled you up roughly by your arms and spun you around, bending you over the marble sink. Your hands braced against the counter, eyes locked on your own reflection, flushed face, swollen lips, messy hair. Sunghoon yanked your dress up again and ripped your soaked panties down your thighs in one motion.
He rubbed his still-hard cock between your dripping folds, teasing your entrance. Then he pushed in, one long, powerful thrust and he buried himself to the hilt inside you.
Both of you moaned loudly at the same time. “Oh my god! Sunghoon…” you cried out, the stretch overwhelming after so long apart.
“Fuck—your pussy… still so tight,” he groaned through gritted teeth, eyes squeezed shut for a moment. The feeling of your warm, velvety walls clenching around him made his knees weak. “I missed this so fucking bad.”
He gave you only a second to adjust before he started moving, deep, hard strokes that slammed into you with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the bathroom as he fucked you against the sink. Your tits bounced heavily inside your dress with every powerful snap of his hips.
Sunghoon reached around and yanked the front of your dress down, letting your breasts spill free. His large hands immediately grabbed them, squeezing and kneading roughly just like he used to. His fingers pinched and rolled your sensitive nipples, tugging them as he pounded into you harder.
“Look in the mirror,” he demanded, voice low and filthy. “Watch how I’m fucking you.”
You obeyed, eyes glazed with pleasure as you watched his reflection. His sharp jaw was clenched, dark eyes burning into yours through the glass. One hand stayed on your tit, playing with it possessively, while the other gripped your hip hard enough to bruise.
He fucked you relentlessly, cock dragging against every sweet spot inside you. The angle had him hitting so deep you felt him in your stomach. Your moans were loud and broken, impossible to hold back.
“Sunghoon—ahh—fuck, you’re so deep—”
He leaned over you, biting your shoulder as he played with your tits and slammed into you. “This pussy is mine. Always been mine.”
The pleasure built fast and brutal. Your second orgasm ripped through you without warning, your walls fluttering and clenching around his cock like a vice. You cried out his name as you came, juices dripping down your thighs.
The feeling pushed Sunghoon over the edge right after you.
With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard inside you. Thick ropes of cum flooded your pussy, filling you up completely. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper, claiming you in the most primal way.
For a long moment, you both stayed like that, his cock still buried inside you, his hands still groping your tits, both of you breathing heavily as you stared at each other in the mirror.
Reality slowly crept back in. Heeseung was somewhere outside. Sooha was waiting at home. But neither of you could bring yourselves to care yet. Sunghoon pressed a messy kiss to the back of your neck, still twitching inside your cum-filled pussy.
“We’re not done tonight,” he whispered darkly. “Not even close.”
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“just—juust like that, fuck, hold it a little tighter." sunghoon rasped, his hand covered yours over his shaft to guide your movements. "f-fuck--" his word trailed off into a low moan when you squeezed his shaft a bit more like he instructed, his lips parting to let out shaky breaths.
this all happened so abruptly.
you never would have thought a simple, jokingly asked, question about how to do a hand job would lead to this. sunghoon, himself, knew that he was getting too into it even though it was just to help you learn in a hands-on kind of way. his hips threatened to buck into your hand and his breathing grew shallower with each stroke.
"fuuuck." sunghoon breathed out, his eyes closing briefly before opening again, locking eyes with you. "w-wait i’m close." he tried to stop your hand, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, but you didn’t stop. your hand kept on pumping his length — hell, even faster than before.
a few seconds later, his resolve shattered and sunghoon couldn’t stop himself from fucking your fist. he was far too gone with pleasure to care about the little hitches in his breath or the needy sounds bubbling in his chest.
"fuck-fuc—" he choked out when he felt the bands in his abdomen grow increasingly taut; right on the verge of exploding.
"oh! sh-shit-shit-shit! m’gonna cum!" sunghoon gasped out quickly, his hand leaving your wrist to grip the couch cushions with both hands as his hips twitched and jerked erratically with each stroke of your hand on his swelling shaft.
his body tensed — stilling when he suddenly felt his orgasm crash over him. a low, drawn out moan left his lips as rope after rope of warm cum spurted out of his tip and onto your hand and his pelvis, making a sticky mess. his brows were furrowed in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut and mouth open in a small ‘o’. his hips gave weak thrusts into your hand as he rode out his high and the sight left your panties absolutely drenched.
a question slipped out before you could think twice.
"can you teach me how to finger myself?" sunghoon’s eyes snapped open at the sudden question, his jaw slowly dropping as he stared at you, trying to process what you just asked. you cursed at yourself internally at the absurdity and uncurled your fingers from his shaft, gently taking your hand away before taking a few tissues from the tissue box beside sunghoon to wipe your hands off of his cum.
after a few tense seconds, he finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse from the intense orgasm you gave him. "well, since you… you know, gave me a handjob, i guess it’s only fair if i return it, no?" you blinked at him in surprise, not expecting him to actually say yes.
"well, then, get on the couch, sweetheart." sunghoon watched you comply, sitting down on the couch beside him. he took a few tissues and cleaned himself up before pulling his boxers and pants back up.
"oh, and take off those pretty little shorts — i’ll teach you everything i know." he cooed before sitting down beside you, ready to teach you whatever you wanted to learn.
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“so fucking pretty like this,” sunghoon grunted, his hips slamming into yours.
he had your legs pinned to your chest, hands gripping the back your thighs, using his weight to pin you down as he thrusted into you. you were already leaking from his fifth load of the night. you’d lost count how many times you’ve cum yourself. you two had been going at it for almost two hours, no breaks, because sunghoon wanted to fill you up as much as possible.
his pace sharpened, thrusts becoming hard and deliberate, the wet sounds between you two filling the room. he pulled out until just the tip was in before slamming back into you, the head of his dick hitting against the spot that made your toes curl every time.
“fuck— look baby,” he leaned back. he slid a hand above the visible bulge in your lower stomach. “see how deep i am inside you?”
all you could manage was a shaky nod and a broken moan, too cockdrunk to form words. he’d be lying if he said he felt bad—because he didn’t. he had a plan and was sticking to it.
“gonna make you a mommy,” he muttered, sliding his arms beneath you to grip your ass. he fucked into you harder, forcing himself deeper.
it didn’t take long for him or you to cum again. yours ripped through you like a shock, only longer, more intense.
“there you go,” he groaned, his voice rough as he stretched you out just right. his rhythm slowed, pumping a fresh load of thick white ropes inside you. he kept his grip on you tight, grinding through both of your releases, pushing his seed deeper with short, lazy thrusts.
“all for you, baby. that’s all for you.”
your body trembled beneath him, his cum already leaking out of you, soaking into the sheets. sunghoon didn’t stop there—he couldn’t. he refused to actually. he flipped you onto your stomach, dragged a finger between your sensitive folds, gathering a mix of your own orgasm and his cum.
“you see that, babe? you’re such a messy girl for me,” he said proudly, climbing over you, his knees on either side of your thighs, locking you under him.
he lined his dick up with your soaked entrance, not giving you enough to time brace yourself before pushing himself right in. the pleasure shoots right through you, making your body tremble.
“f-fuck— hoon— please…” you choked out, nails digging into the back of his thigh.
“i know, baby. i know…” he cooed against your ear, lips trialing kisses down your neck and across your shoulder. “you’re doing so good. taking me so well.”
his chest melted into your spine like it belonged there, bodies aligning. his hips rolled slowly, carefully, every push going deeper. the complete opposite from how he was fucking you a minute ago.
“cmon, lemme see that pretty face while i fill you up.” he slid a hand around your neck—not to choke, just enough to tilt your head back and get a good look at you.
your face was flushed, eyes glassy, lips parted, soft whimpers spilling out. your walls fluttered around him as another lazy orgasm passed through you.
“last one, baby— fuck.. i promise,” he strained, his grip tightening slightly as he delivers one final thrust. he slid a hand under your stomach, wanting to feel himself inside you as he pumped you full.
sunghoon pushes forward again, grinding the head of his dick against that sensitive spot once more. he didn’t stop until every drop was buried deep. he stayed there until his own hips gave out.
“so pretty when you’re full.” he breathes, pressing a kiss against your temple before looking down at the mess he made inside of you.
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──── in which ︵ teaching virgin sunghoon about sex seemed easy enough, until he ended up between your thighs, completely obsessed with the way you felt around him. turns out, inexperienced doesn’t mean innocent.
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“fuck, okay..." sunghoon breathes out, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips out of habit. his eyes are glued to your glistening pussy on full display in front of him, his dick throbbing painfully at the sight of you so wet for him. he’s holding (more like gripping) his dick firmly in one hand, the other is on your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh.
his tip is already wet with his own precum, throat so dry he has to swallow thickly every few minutes. he cannot believe this is actually happening. he never even imagined you’d let him touch you this way, let alone look at you this way.
you wait patiently, legs spread as far as they can go, making sure to give him easier access to your core since this is his first time after all.
and he’s grateful you’re letting him set the pace, because truthfully? he’s scared. terrified he’d fuck it all up. it doesn’t help that his dick is bigger than average, something he’d taken pride in until this very moment.
sunghoon shifts on the bed, the mattress creaking under him, as he gets closer to you. his hand trembles ever so slightly as he slowly runs the fat head of his cock through your drenched folds, hissing softly at the feeling of your warm slick coating his throbbing cockhead.
his eyes dart up briefly to look at your face, and seeing the arousal in your expression as you look down at your own pussy being teased by his dick almost sends him over the edge. he’s a virgin after all—even if he’s not so innocent.
being dirty minded but inexperienced is one of the few things you’ve always teased him about but look at you now, spread open for him to take you.
the feeling of his tip pressing against your entrance makes you both suck in a sharp breath, hearts pounding and bodies burning with unadulterated desire. sunghoon looks up at you from your core, eyes searching for any signs of hesitation. when he finds none, he slowly pushes inside, his thick head stretching you wide open.
your brows furrow almost immediately, face contorting in pleasure and slight pain from the burn of how much he’s opening you up.
sunghoon’s jaw is clenched tightly but his expression mirrors yours otherwise—full of unbridled pleasure.
only half way in is enough to make sunghoon feel that warm, tightening feeling inside his stomach. “fuuck... you’re so tight,” he moans, a low, breathless sound, and it only makes you tighter around him, eliciting a hiss from sunghoon.
he bottoms out with a soft grunt, sparks exploding behind his eyes at the sensation. he’s never felt anything so warm and wet and tight. his hand doesn’t even come close to how good your pussy feels. and he’s wondering why he hasn’t done this sooner.
it’s almost out of instinct when he begins moving, hips rocking back and forth in a slow rhythm, still finding his pace. his hands tighten under your knees where he’s holding you open, pushing your legs further into your chest and almost folding you in half.
he almost loses it when your eyes roll back briefly, the sweetest moans leaving your pouty parted lips as he fucks into you slowly but deeply, thick length stretching you so good. sunghoon grits his teeth, jaw muscles ticking as he tries to focus on your pleasure rather than the feeling of his orgasm approaching awfully quickly.
in his mind, he’s begging himself to not cum so quickly. fortunately for him, you’re getting close quickly too—despite the slowness of his thrusts. It’s like his dick is hitting everything all at once; every sweet spot is being stimulated because he’s just that big. it almost feels like he’s in your guts, hitting so deep your moans mix with breathless gasps.
just like he’s seen in porn, his hand leaves your leg to rub your clit with his thumb, circling the swollen little nub in tight circles.
shocks of pleasure shoot up his spine when he feels you tighten like a velvet vice around his pulsating cock.
“f-fuck, hoon…! right there! don’t stop- please, don’t stop--!" your moans of pleasure, the sight of your perfect breasts pushing out as your back arches, and the feeling of your pussy beginning to flutter around him, almost makes him nut.
with a surge of desire, sunghoon shifts his position and pulls your legs over his shoulder instead, arms wrapping around your thighs. when he starts moving, he doesn’t go slow like before—he pounds into you.
the sudden change in pace fucks with your head, your hands scrambling for purchase on his bedsheets. despite being a virgin just minutes prior, he seems to get the hang of it quite quickly.
the way he’s hitting your sweet spot just right is mind-blowing in more ways than one—because he’s not supposed to be this good at sex.
it doesn’t even take long for you to come all over his big dick, moaning in ecstasy as waves of pleasure crash over you.
sunghoon’s hips jerk, his head dropping, hunching forward as he gasps softly.
despite his best efforts to hold back the inevitable—the feeling of your pussy milking him so greedily is his undoing. and he’s coming inside you before he can even warn you.
you moan, a raw, needy sound clawing out of your throat, as his hot semen fills you to the brim, cock throbbing desperately inside you as he keeps fucking you slowly. he groans low in his throat as he slumps forward, body slick with a thin sheen of sweat and forehead pressing against the pillow next to your head.
“you came inside." you breathe out, still slightly breathless.
sunghoon’s arms let go of your legs and instead he braces them on either side of your head, hips twitching occasionally, face still buried in the pillow, ears flushed pink, dick throbbing.
“sorry... couldn’t help it,” he murmurs apologetically, still catching his breath. he shifts slightly so his face is buried in your neck instead of your plush pillow, inhaling your sweet scent. “i’ll go get a morning after pill..."
“you better,” you poke his side, making him laugh into your skin, lips brushing against your neck so softly and intimately it almost feels like a kiss.
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“Fuckk, just like that baby” sunghoon groans as your hips meet his with every bounce,
Just the soft lift of your hips to slowly slide back down on his thick swollen cock drove him crazy
“ngh~ hoonie you feel so good” every word coming out of your mouth was a whining mess, but you were too cock drunk to even care.
“mhm? You think so baby? bounce harder and take this dick like the big girl you are” His hand slid behind you, unhooking your bra effortlessly tossing it to the side.
he starts to squeeze and pinch your now sensitive tits with his long slender fingers, the pressure making his muscles flex and driving you more to the edge.
“Fuck yes yes yes yes nnggh~” from the high pitched tone and the way you started to speed up sunghoon knew you were not far from finishing. “let it all out baby i wanna hear you” “use your words princess” he holds steady of your hips, guiding you up and down to your climax.
“Hoonie im so close, im so fucking close~” one pinch to your nipple was all it took for you to cream all over his dick, you were a loud moaning mess when you came and sunghoon was such a sucker for those pretty little sounds of yours.
he came unbelievably hard, moaning and cursing under his breath slowly riding out his high. his cum oozing out of your used throbbing hole.
“fuckk, could stay like this forever”
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IN WHICH : Sunghoon finally convinces you to film your first sex tape.
⚠︎ WARNINGS : explicit content - smut (mdni) including: consensual recording of sex, shy/embarrassed reader, dirty talk, degradation ("slut", "desperate"), praise, fingering, spanking, hair pulling, nipple play and creampie.
NOTE : english is not my first language! this is also my first time writing something like this, so some parts might not make perfect sense.
Sunghoon carefully places his Canon camera on the small pile of books on the nightstand. You told him to just use his phone, but he insisted the camera had better focus and quality.
"All set." He says after adjusting the camera to an angle that captures almost the entire bed. "It’s recording."
"This feels weird, Hoon." You’re already lying on the bed, nervously playing with the hem of your tank top, feeling watched. "It’s just a camera, but I feel like millions of people are staring at me."
He chuckles softly as he sits beside you on the bed. "You said we could do it, baby…" His hand slides up your bare thigh. Your shorts had already been discarded a while ago.
"We can, but…"
The idea of recording sex had originally come from Sunghoon. He mentioned it casually after one of your sessions — you were still trembling and breathless — and he asked if it was okay. Just to be sure, he brought it up again later, not wanting to pressure you. He only wanted to make sure you were truly comfortable.
Even though you felt unsure and knew it would be strange the first time, you didn’t hesitate. You were curious. Sunghoon always praised you during sex, telling you how beautiful you looked and how well you took him. You wanted to see what he saw. The idea was hot.
"You know no one but us is ever going to see the final video." His fingers now trace circles on the inside of your thighs, moving slowly upward, getting closer and closer to your covered core.
A shiver runs down your spine, your body already reacting to his touch."I know, I just feel embarrassed."
The corner of his mouth lifts into a mischievous smile. "Is my poor baby embarrassed?" Finally, his fingers brush against your already wet pussy through your panties."Relax for me, baby."
You swallow hard and try to close your thighs, pressing them together, but he doesn’t let you. He grabs your thigh with his other hand and spreads your legs again. "I said relax."
"I’m trying, Hoon." Your cheeks are burning. You glance at the camera again before looking back at Sunghoon, who has a smug smile on his lips.
He clicks his tongue in fake annoyance."Look at you, acting all shy because of a camera." His thumb circles your clit while two other fingers rub along your folds, soaking the cotton fabric even more.
"Hoon, please," you whimper.
Sunghoon laughs, clearly entertained by the whole situation. "Putting on a show for the camera, huh? When we both know you’re just a desperate little slut for my cock."
You let out a pathetic, embarrassed sound, and he laughs again — not gentle or comforting, but clearly mocking you.
"Open up for me." It’s not a request, it’s a command, and you obey without hesitation, just like you always do. "There’s my good girl."
Sunghoon pushes your panties to the side, finally exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air of the room. You protest and try to close your legs again, feeling even more embarrassed. "Don’t you dare hide from me or the camera."
He stretches one arm out to grab the camera, holding it at chest level. Looking at your image through the viewfinder and fuck, you look so good.
"Open wider. Yeah, just like that." His thumb slides up and down your slit, spreading your wetness. You bite your lower lip, trying to hold back any sounds that threaten to escape. "It’s embarrassing."
"You know what’s really embarrassing? How wet you are, clenching around nothing, desperate to have me inside you." Sunghoon is usually a patient guy — or at least he tries to be — but he’s starting to get annoyed with how shy you’re acting.
He lets out an irritated groan before placing the camera back on the pile of books. You know he doesn’t give up easily, even if you’re being difficult.
Without warning, he pushes two fingers inside you. He doesn’t go slow — he starts pumping them deep and fast right away. His fingers curl, brushing against that sweet spot inside you.
Your eyes widen and you gasp, your mouth forming a perfect “O” as your back arches off the bed. "Ah! It’s too much, Hoon."
"Forget about the fucking camera and take it." He adds a third finger, stretching you more, his pace remaining fast and rough.
You can feel his fingers pumping deep, curling and rubbing that perfect spot every time until your legs are shaking uncontrollably. Your pussy gets wetter and wetter, making a mess on his hand. "It feels so deep, oh my—"
He circles your clit slowly, teasing you with just enough pressure to feel good but not enough to satisfy. "Please, I need more."
Suddenly he pulls his fingers out, leaving you needy and empty, clenching around nothing — completely limp, breathing fast and shaky.
Then he hovers over you with that wide smile that shows his sharp canines. Without saying a word, his lips crash against yours in a messy, hungry kiss. His hand slides under your tank top, his warm palm groping your breast while his fingers pinch your already hard nipple.
Your back arches and you whimper against his lips as he plays with your sensitive nipple. "Hoon, please… I need you."
He pulls back to catch his breath, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. "So needy…" His index finger and thumb roll your nipple before pinching it again, making you gasp.
Without warning, he yanks your panties down to the middle of your thighs. "Turn over. Face down, ass up." You hesitate for a second but obey, getting on your hands and knees. Back arched, ass up, everything on full display.
The sight makes Sunghoon’s cock twitch painfully inside his sweatpants. "Fuck, so beautiful." He gives your ass a hard slap, the sharp sound echoing through the room — loud enough for the camera’s microphone to catch.
He pushes his sweatpants down past his hips, groaning in relief as his cock is finally freed. Both of his warm hands grab your trembling thighs and spread them wider.
Then he uses one hand to line up his cock with your dripping heat. He doesn’t push in right away — he teases you first. The head of his cock slides between your folds, brushing against your entrance.
"Just fuck me already, Sunghoon," you whimper.
As much as he wants to fuck you hard and fast enough to melt your brain and leave you shaking, he also wants to savor it — to go slow so you feel every inch, every pulsing vein inside.
He starts pushing in slowly, making you gasp at the delicious stretch. When he bottoms out, he stays still for a few seconds, letting you feel all of him. In this angle, he feels even bigger, even deeper.
"So fucking tight," he groans before starting to thrust into you hard. His hips slap against your ass with every deep stroke. Your walls clench around him, driving him even wilder.
The sound of skin against skin fills the room as you push your ass back to meet his thrusts. The head of his cock kisses your cervix every time he buries himself fully inside you.
"So deep, oh my God."
His hand slides from your hip up your spine, scratching lightly over your tank top before his fingers tangle in your hair and pull it back, making your back arch even more as he reaches even deeper.
"This pussy was made for me, squeezing me so fucking well." Still gripping your hair, he turns your head toward the camera, not wanting to miss how pathetic and wrecked you look with his cock inside you.
At this point, you’ve completely forgotten the camera is even there. Honestly, you couldn’t care less now that his cock is buried so deep inside you, hitting that sweet spot perfectly.
"Listen to how sloppy your pussy sounds taking my cock." He spanks you again, the sting spreading across your skin making you tremble.
"So fucking pretty when I’m wrecking this tight little pussy." He fucks you harder, your moans becoming loud and broken, your legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Too much! Too much!" you cry out, the pleasure building rapidly in your belly.
One of his hands reaches down to rub your clit. The combination of his fingers and his cock is overwhelming. Your walls flutter around him as you moan nonstop.
"That’s it, baby," he watches your face — flushed cheeks, parted lips gasping for air — and fuck, he’s close. "Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum around my cock."
"I’m cumming—" The orgasm crashes over you. Your pussy squeezes him tightly as your body shakes and you moan loudly.
"Fucking hell," he groans."You squeeze me so fucking good… Gonna fill this greedy pussy up."
In one rough movement, he flips you over. Your back hits the bed with a thud. He pins both of your wrists above your head and starts fucking you again with fast, deep thrusts, chasing his own release.
He fucks you mercilessly in a punishing rhythm. Your body is pushed up the bed with every powerful thrust, sinking deeper into the mattress.
He slams into you one final time, cumming deep inside you, filling you until his cum starts leaking out.
Sunghoon stays buried inside you for a moment while you both catch your breath. Then he slowly pulls out, and a hot trickle of his cum runs down your thigh.
He lies down beside you and pulls you onto his chest, gently tracing circles on your spine. "You okay, baby?"
You nod. Then something inside you snaps — you suddenly turn toward the camera in a quick motion. "Holy fuck."
-
You step out of the bathroom after a quick shower, wearing nothing but one of Sunghoon’s shirts. Your skincare routine is done, and you look cozy and refreshed. In the bedroom, Sunghoon is sitting against the headboard with his laptop on his lap. You don’t even have to ask — it’s pretty obvious what he’s doing.
"Just fuck me already, Sunghoon." Your own voice comes through the laptop speakers. You rush over to close it.
Sunghoon laughs and pulls you onto the bed beside him. "Should I buy those Meta glasses? We could try a first-person take. Fuck, that would be so hot."
"Sunghoon lives for nights like this you in his lap, tits in his mouth, windows fogged beyond saving."
Pairing:박성훈 x f!reader.ִֶָ𓂃ּ ֶָ֢.
Content+Warnings: Explicit sexual content,fwb? Casual sex,Unprotected sex + creampie,Heavy breast/nipple play & tit worship,Multiple sex positions in a car cowgirl, folded missionary, doggy style,Fingering, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms,Dirty talk?,Light pain/pleasure mix (hard pinching, biting, slapping on breasts),Marking/hickeys,Strong language
Wc: 4k
Mdni
Note: saw this on tw those hands looked sm like hoon's 🚬 idk vro..
The notification lit up your phone at 11:47 pm.
Hoon: you up?
You stared at it for a second, thumb hovering. You knew exactly what it meant. It had been the same for the last few months, ever since that night Yunjin dragged him along to your group’s late dinner and he’d spent half the evening staring at your chest like it was the only thing worth looking at. Some tipsy flirting and you ended up in his car.
You typed back
You: yeah,where?
Hoon:outside in 15
You didn’t bother dressing up. Black cami n some boy shorts, nothing underneath. Your nipples were already tightening just from the anticipation. You grabbed your keys and slipped out.
His matte black car was idling by the curb, tinted windows hiding everything. You climbed in. The scent of his cologne — something woody and expensive hit you immediately. Sunghoon was slouched in the driver’s seat wearing a plain black tee that looked two sizes too small. The fabric stretched obscenely across his broad chest and thick shoulders, biceps bulging even when he wasn’t flexing.
He didn’t say hi. Just reached over, big hand landing high on your thigh, squeezing once as he pulled away from the curb.
“Missed you,” he said, voice low, eyes flicking to your covered chest.
You laughed softly. “sure.”
The drive was quiet except for the low hum of R&B playing through the speakers. His hand stayed on your thigh the whole time, thumb rubbing slow circles higher and higher until it slipped under the hem of your shorts. Not pushing further. Just teasing. Building it.
He drove farther than usual tonight, leaving the busy streets behind until he turned into a quiet, half-empty parking lot behind an old business park. No cameras. No people. Just distant streetlights painting faint orange stripes across the fogged windows once he killed the engine.
Silence settled. Thick. Heavy.
Sunghoon turned toward you, dark eyes locked on your body. “C'mere.”
You unbuckled and climbed over the console, knees settling on either side of his thick thighs. The moment you were in his lap, his hands were on you. His big palms shoved under your cami and pushed it up roughly, bunching the fabric right under your chin. Cool air hit your bare skin for half a second before his hot hands covered you.
“shit” he groaned, squeezing immediately.
His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of your tits, kneading hard, pushing them together, spreading them apart.His thumbs dragged over your nipples, flicking them back and forth until they were stiff peaks, then pinched hard enough to make you gasp.
You arched into his touch, hands bracing on his broad shoulders. The muscles there were rock-solid under your palms.
Sunghoon’s breathing was already getting heavier. He leaned in, burying his face between your breasts, inhaling like he was addicted. Then he started sucking wet, open-mouthed kisses all over the soft skin, leaving faint marks. One hand kept mauling your right tit, squeezing rhythmically while the other slid to your back, pulling you closer so he could suck a nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat made you moan. He sucked harder, tongue flicking rapidly, teeth grazing just enough. His free hand worked the other breast rolling the nipple, tugging, slapping the underside lightly so it jiggled against his palm.
You rocked your hips slowly against the growing bulge in his sweatpants, feeling him thicken. The car was heating up fast. Windows already fogging at the edges.
He pulled back just enough to yank your cami completely off, tossing it into the backseat. Then he attacked again. Both hands on your chest, pushing your tits up and together so he could drag his tongue across both nipples at once. He sucked them into his mouth together, groaning deep in his throat as he did it. The vibration went straight between your legs.
Your hands slid into his hair, gripping the dark strands as he worked you over. He was relentless squeezing, kneading, sucking, biting softly. Every time you moaned, he did it harder. His cock was fully hard now, pressing insistently against your soaked shorts.
“Shorts off,”
You lifted up just enough to shove them down. He helped, big hands yanking them down your thighs along with your panties. The second you were bare, he pulled you back down, but not before shoving his own sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his thick cock. It slapped heavy against his abs flushed, veined, already leaking.
You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly. Sunghoon hissed, hips bucking once, but his eyes stayed glued to your chest.
“Wan' 'em around me,” he said.
You leaned forward, pressing your tits together around his cock. Sunghoon cursed loudly, head falling back against the seat as you started moving. The sight of his thick length sliding between your soft breasts made him throb. He reached down and helped, hands covering yours, squeezing your tits tighter around him, thumbs still flicking your nipples.
“Shit… look at that,” he groaned, watching mesmerized as the head of his cock disappeared and reappeared between your cleavage. Precum smeared across your skin, making everything slicker. He thrust up gently, fucking your tits while his hands kept them pressed tight. After a few minutes he grabbed your hips and pulled you up, lining himself up with your dripping entrance.
"Ride me?"
You sank down onto him inch by inch, gasping at the stretch. He was thick always took you a moment to adjust. The second you bottomed out, Sunghoon’s hands returned to your chest like magnets. He squeezed hard, using your tits as handles while you started rolling your hips.
The car rocked gently. Skin slapped against skin. His breathing was ragged, eyes half-lidded as he watched your breasts bounce in his grip. Every time you sank down, he thrust up to meet you, fingers digging deeper.
“Harder,” you whispered.
He grinned,Then he took over.
Gripping your ass with one hand, he fucked up into you fast and deep, the other hand still full of your tit. He slapped it lightly, watching it jiggle, then squeezed again, pinching the nipple until you cried out. The mix of pleasure and faint pain had you clenching around him.
He switched positions after a while pushing the seat back as far as it would go so you could lean back against the steering wheel. This angle let him see everything. He kept one hand on your chest, mauling both breasts while the other rubbed tight circles on your clit. His thrusts never slowed.
You came hard the first time, thighs shaking, walls fluttering around his cock as you moaned his name. Sunghoon didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, groaning at how tight you got,
When your orgasm faded, he pulled out suddenly and flipped you around. “Backseat rightnow baby”
You climbed over. He followed, muscular body filling the space. He laid you down across the seats, one of your legs hooked over the front seat, the other bent. Then he was on you again.
This time he pushed your knees toward your chest, folding you, and slid back inside in one smooth thrust. The new angle made you see stars. Sunghoon braced one hand on the seat behind you and started pounding deep, powerful strokes that made your tits bounce wildly.
He couldn’t resist. He leaned down, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hand worked the other. The wet sounds of his mouth mixed with the obscene slap of skin and your broken moans. Every thrust pushed your breasts up toward his face. He motorboated them messily, groaning, then went back to sucking hard enough to leave marks.
“Love suckin' these while I’m inside you,” he panted. “So fucking soft… godamn.”
You reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit, chasing another high. Sunghoon noticed and replaced your hand with his, rubbing fast while he kept thrusting.
Your second orgasm hit even harder. You clenched around him, back arching, crying out as pleasure crashed through you. Sunghoon cursed, hips stuttering, but he held back.
He pulled out again, breathing hard. “Turn over. On your knees.”
The backseat was cramped, but you managed hands braced on the seat, ass up. Sunghoon knelt behind you, one foot on the floor. He rubbed his cock along your soaked folds once, twice, then pushed back in.
This position let him go even deeper. He gripped your hips at first, pounding hard, but soon one hand slid around to grab your swinging tits. He squeezed them from behind, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust. The angle made everything feel filthy and perfect.
He leaned over your back, chest pressed to you, one arm wrapped around so he could keep playing with your breasts while fucking. Fingers pinching, palm kneading, mouth sucking on your shoulder.
“You gon cum again? Want to feel it on my cock.”
His hand moved faster on your clit. His thrusts turned punishing deep, rapid strokes that had the whole car shaking. You came a third time, almost sobbing with how intense it felt, walls milking him tight.He buried himself deep and came hard, groaning loudly as he filled you, hips twitching with every pulse. His hand stayed on your tit the entire time, squeezing rhythmically like he was grounding himself.
You both collapsed, sweaty and breathing hard. The car reeked of sex. Windows completely fogged. Sunghoon stayed inside you for a long minute, lazily kissing your neck, hand still gently groping your sore, marked-up chest.
Eventually he pulled out with a wet sound and sat back, pulling you into his lap again. This time it was softer. He rested his forehead against yours, one big hand still idly cupping your breast, thumb brushing the nipple almost tenderly now.
“Better than the gym,” he muttered with a lazy smirk.
You hummed breathlessly. “mhm"
You stayed like that for a while naked, tangled, his hands tracing the marks he left.
“Round three?” he asked after ten minutes, already half-hard against your thigh.
You raised an eyebrow. “hell nah , don't wanna limp like a loser tomorrow."
He laughed and you both cleaned up as best you could with some wipes he kept in the car. You pulled your cami n shorts back on. He fixed his sweatpants.
He drove you home in comfortable silence, hand back on your thigh. When he pulled up to your building he leaned over and kissed you deep but short.
“Text me when you want it again,” he said.
You smiled. “You’ll probably text first.”
“Probably.”
You stepped out. He waited until you were inside before driving off.
He was usually so composed, so in control, but tonight? Tonight, he was a mess.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling against your shoulder, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounded into you from behind. “I- shit- I can’t stop—”
You could feel it—the way his body trembled, the way his hips snapped into yours frantically, like he needed you, like he was chasing something he couldn’t quite reach.
“So fucking tight” he whined, his breath hot against your skin. “So perfect for me—fuck, I can’t—baby, I need you—”
“You have me” you gasped, your own pleasure coiling tighter with every desperate thrust.
“I know,” he groaned, his voice almost pained. “I just—fuck—I need more.”
His hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing quick, messy circles.
“S-Sunghoon—fuck!”
“That’s it,” he moaned, his pace growing erratic, his body pressed flush against yours, like he couldn’t stand the thought of even a breath of space between you. “Come for me, baby—please—need to feel you—need to know I’m the only one who can make you feel like this—”
You shattered, your orgasm hitting you so hard your legs almost gave out, and Sunghoon sobbed, a raw, desperate sound as he followed, spilling deep inside you with a final, shuddering thrust.
For a moment, neither of you moved—just heavy breaths, the sound of your racing hearts.
Then, Sunghoon let out a soft, breathless laugh, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close.
“I don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he murmured against your skin. “Need you again, baby. Need you so fucking bad.”
I‘M FINALLY BACK GUYS!! sorry for the long wait but i‘m gonna start posting again from now on!! So my requests are open for any haikyuu/enhypen requests. btw for anyone wondering, I deleted all of my jjk works and some haikyuu ones aswell since I don’t like them anymore :c Love yall and missed you<33
Summary — Unlike his friends, Sunghoon is a good guy. He would never, ever dare to look at another woman... until you came along.
CW & Tags — 18+ MDNI, smut, college au, cheater!Hoon x sidechick!reader, sub!reader, mean dom!Sunghoon, very possessive!Sunghoon, p in v, oral (f and m receiving), face fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, messy sex, multiple orgasms, drunk sex, degradation, praise, mild exhibitionism, bathroom sex, cumshots, using a tie as restraints, partially-clothed sex, alcohol consumption, very brief mentions of puking, infidelity, morally corrupt characters, misogynistic themes & language, pet names: (pretty girl/thing, slut, referring to reader in possessive terms ex; ‘mine’, baby), major pathetic loser behaviour on hoon’s behalf, featuring Hyung line as hoon’s equally pathetic loser roommates, Jay is the only decent one of them tbh, girlfriend is unnamed, use of the word “bitch” only once (not directed at reader), tw league of legends mentioned
Words — 9.4k
A/N — raise your hand if, instead of studying for midterms, you decided to write almost 10k words of pure filth... oh, just me?
From ♡ : have fun tonight.
From ♡ : love you!
Have fun?
Sunghoon sighs at the message notification, looking up from his cellphone to glare around the room. The apartment is nearly packed to the brim with his roommate’s party guests, though that wasn’t saying much, given how small the place was. Jake is hosting and naturally, being the loser he is, all of his other friends are losers too. Which means he has to steep in the stench of this loser-filled apartment all night, counting down the seconds until all of them leave. As if dealing with three loser roommates isn’t annoying enough as is. Needless to say, he would not be having any “fun”.
“God, it stinks,” Sunghoon says under his breath, bringing his shirt to his nose, “do Jake’s friends, like, know what deodorant is?”
“Shouldn’t you be used to it?” Heeseung’s eyes are glued to his phone screen, doomscrolling. And normally, Sunghoon would mock him for acting like a damn iPad kid at a party of all places, but honestly, he’s itching to do the same. “I’m willing to bet your Comp Sci lectures smell a whole lot worse.”
“At least that’s a lecture hall and not my apartment.”
“Our apartment,” Jay corrects, emerging from the crowd to hand them each a can of beer. Sunghoon takes his, and Heeseung doesn’t notice until Jay rests the cold metal atop his head. He takes it without so much as glancing up. “Which always smells anyway, thanks to you.”
“Me?” Heeseung scoffs, opening the can with one hand before taking a loud, careless gulp. Sunghoon watches with disgust as the drink spills down the sides of his mouth, rolling down his chin.
“Your room is a fucking biohazard. The whole place gets stink-bombed every time you open your damn door.”
“Yeah? And what about your shits stink-bombing the bathroom every morning?”
“That’s a normal bodily function!”
“There’s nothing normal about that smell, dude.”
He rolls his eyes, scrolling a little further on his phone until Sunghoon’s most recent post pops up. It’s him and his girlfriend arm in arm, smiling like they’re on the cover of a Hallmark movie.
“Shit, you had your anniversary?” He squints, reading the caption, “How long has it been, anyway?”
“Two years.”
“Two years?” They answer in unison.
“…Yeah?” Sunghoon raises a brow, raising his drink to his lips. He glares from one to the other as the pair exchange side glances.
“Didn’t realize it was that serious.” Jay adds, and before Sunghoon can even open his mouth to ask what that’s supposed to mean, he interjects himself, raising his hands in surrender, “Don’t get me wrong! I’m happy if you’re happy. It’s just, you never bring her around, so…”
Sunghoon brushes a hand through his hair, avoiding Jay’s gaze. It’s not like he doesn’t want to bring his girlfriend around. Rather, she’s the one who doesn’t want to come.
“Don’t you think they’re kind of… immature?” She had asked carefully, the very night after meeting them for the first time. He recalls his heart sinking with disappointment. The relationship had still been fresh, and like anyone else at the beginning of something new, he was eager to please. No one wants to hear that their girlfriend disapproves of their closest friends. Though perhaps the worst part of it was that he couldn’t even blame her for it. Jake and Heeseung had decided to make the world’s most abysmal first impression, after all. He cringes at the memory of them trying to prove who could burp the loudest in the middle of dinner, shamelessly and completely unprovoked. As a result, she chooses to avoid any gatherings that involve his friends entirely, though she’d never admit it upfront.
“She’s busy, that’s all,” Sunghoon brushes it aside, “but I am happy. Things with her are easy.”
“Don’t make me throw up,” Heeseung fake gags, swiping away from the post to some meme below it. “Keep your happy, healthy, long-term relationship to yourself.”
“Maybe you should try it sometime,” Sunghoon deadpans, eyes narrowing at his phone screen when he sees his friend stop at some Instagram model’s post, zooming in on her ass. “You know. Instead of doing whatever this is.”
“Nah,” Heeseung chuckles, still biting his lip as he opens the girl’s DMs, typing out god knows what. “Gotta play the field while I’m young. Make good memories before getting tied down.”
“Good memories? Like that time your ex’s ex-gang-member-ex-boyfriend threatened to beat your ass?” Jay taunts, “No, wait. It must be the time the police showed up to arrest that drug dealer chick you were sleeping with. Then searched our entire fucking apartment.”
“You gotta experience the lows in life to experience the highs. And both were good fucks, so at least I got something out of it.”
“Probably got chlamydia out of it, too,” Jay mutters, prompting Heeseung to finally look up from his device, flashing him a glare.
“Never heard of quality over quantity?” Sunghoon finally says, “Maybe if you didn’t sleep with the first bitch that gave you attention, you’d realize it isn't all that worth it.”
“Quality, huh?” Heeseung purrs, and Sunghoon feels his arm snake its way around his shoulders, leaning in with a low voice, “So she keeps you that satisfied?”
"She does." A light flush rises to Sunghoon’s cheeks. His voice drops to a mumble, “Not that it’s any of your business.”
It’s not entirely a lie. He is satisfied… in the ways that mattered. His girlfriend is stable. Mature. Kind. Responsible. The kind of girl you’d take home to your mother, who sits with her legs crossed, back straight, whose shirts are always ironed, whose hair is always neatly tied back from her face. The kind of girl who always shows up on time— who never says anything wrong. A girl who is friends with the right kind of people, who is respectable. The kind of girl you’d expect to be dating Sunghoon, who is equally as respectable and high-esteemed in his own right. And yet, he couldn’t help the gnawing feeling inside, the one that kept reminding him of how he is so deeply bored. Everything with her is so predictable. Every conversation is like an interview. Every touch, devoid of a spark. Every social media post is an unspoken obligation to keep up appearances. And the sex? It’s just… fine. And while an evening alone with his right-hand and laptop was enough to keep his desires bay, it was never enough to satiate them.
It’s not as if he’s unhappy. But satisfied? Does anyone truly feel satisfied, anyway? His friends certainly aren’t— Jake, who can’t land a girl to save his life. Jay, who can’t keep a girl to save his life. And Heeseung? He shudders at the recollection of Heeseung’s ex-situationship breaking into their place and stealing their PS5, along with the myriad of other shit his long list of past partners have done to wreak havoc on him and his roommates.
He’d take boring over that any day.
“Don’t listen to him. He’s just jealous. Everyone wants something real. You’re one of the lucky ones who found it,” Jay’s hand lands on Sunghoon’s shoulder.
“I don’t know about that,” Heeseung’s eyes shift across the room, landing on you, and he nods in your direction, “I’d feel pretty damn unlucky if I were taken, and laid my eyes on her.”
With the slow turn of his head, Sunghoon’s breath catches, eyes travelling the length of your silhouette. You lean against the kitchen counter as Jake hands you a red solo cup, a perfectly manicured fingernail tapping nervously against the plastic. Your other hand tugs at the length of your white-blue floral dress just a bit and shoots up to adjust your white cardigan. He can’t help the way his eyes fixate on your exposed shoulder, where the cardigan seems to keep slipping down. You, doe-eyed and doll-like, stick out like a sore thumb in the sea of male STEM majors that litter the house party. You laugh at something Jake says, noting how he smiles widely. Jake would’ve bragged about someone like you if he could. Which means you’re not his.
“Oh? What’s that, lover boy?” Heeseung teases, “Think you might have a little bit of drool riiight there—”
Sunghoon tears his gaze away from you to shove his roommate’s hand away, ignoring his rather punchable-looking grin.
“Talk to me when your hinge matches stop ghosting you.”
“And his tinder matches. And bumble. And…”
Heeseung and Jay’s bickering falls deaf on Sunghoon’s ears as his eyes drift back in your direction. A pang of guilt hits him when you and Jake turn to look right at him in return. Jake gestures to him, and all too willingly, Sunghoon wades through the party until he’s standing right next to you, taking in the sight of you up close. He tries not to inhale too deeply as your scent, warm and sweet, engulfs him, invading his senses. And rather unfortunately, your voice is even sweeter, his brain short-circuiting as you introduce yourself with an outstretched hand. He stiffens, eyeing your hand with caution before shaking it. He tries not to think too hard about how soft it feels in his own, a flush rushing to his cheeks.
“This is Sunghoon. Also in computer science,” Jake exclaims, throwing an arm around Sunghoon’s shoulder. He’s not drunk yet, but the slight sway in his movements indicates that he’s getting there. “And don’t worry. He’s got a girl, so he won’t try hitting on you or anything.”
Sunghoon carefully chooses not to dwell on why the mention of his girlfriend makes him uneasy.
“You’re in computer science?”
He cringes at the way the words leave his own mouth. He’s only shocked because at least 80% of his lectures are filled with greasy, antisocial guys who moderate Discord servers in their free time. Not girls who look like you.
“Well, I used to be in mechanical engineering. That’s how we met,” you gesture to Jake, “Unfortunately.”
“What the hell?” Jake gapes, “I invite you into my home, and this is how I’m treated?”
“I totally carried you through that group project in our first semester. Remember?” You shook your head, “I did basically all the work. You’re lucky I even wrote your name on the final document.”
“…which I apologized for! Verbally and financially.”
“Wait. First year, first semester?” Sunghoon pauses, “Wasn’t that when you got addicted to ranked league?”
“Dude, I was so close to reaching platinum.”
“Seriously?” You gasp, “Jake, you nearly cost our grade to reach platinum in League of fucking Legends? I should’ve extorted you for way more free Uber Eats orders.”
“What am I, a walking wallet to you?”
“Yeah. Basically.”
“Ouch.”
Against his will, Sunghoon feels himself start to smile, his eyes fixated on the way you laugh, rocking back and forth on your heels ever so slightly. It wasn’t just because of how effortlessly gorgeous you were, either. Whatever energy you had brought in with you that night, it was contagious, a warmth blooming in his chest and spreading through him head to toe like a disease. He hasn’t felt anything like it in a while.
“And here I was, trying to help you find friends in your program who aren’t creeps,” Jake clutches his heart dramatically, “Should’ve just thrown you to the wolves.”
Ah. So that was what it was.
Sunghoon had heard the horror stories from his other female classmates over the years— all the project partners who turned out to be creeps, all the guys who sit just a little bit too close to them in their lectures and shamelessly stare, or the worst of all? The guys who pretend to be their friends just to get in their pants.
For a girl like you, he could see it clearly. It was one thing to be pretty. To be pretty and meek-natured? It’s a socially-awkward, creepy nerd’s wet dream.
“You know, I think I’ve seen you before. Well, the back of your head, at least,” you tilt your head towards Sunghoon, though he notices your eyes struggle to stay on his, always being the first to break eye contact. Your hand toys with the dainty necklace at your collarbone, absentmindedly. “Data Structures and Algorithms. Section C. I sit a few rows behind you.”
“Didn’t know I was being watched.”
“You’re hard to miss,” he raises his brow as you continue, “You come in early, sit right at the front and centre of the class, you open up that giant laptop with the bright RGB lights. Like, literally, I cannot focus on anything else, it’s so distracting.”
“You bring your gaming laptop to your lectures?” Jake deadpans, “and I thought I was the nerdiest one in the friend group.”
“First of all, you are. Second, those are the only kinds of laptops that meet the system requirements for the lab assignments, so—”
“Relax, I have the same one. I just turn off the RGBs,” you smile, your hand brushing his shoulder just a little bit. He flinches instinctively, and you notice, drawing back your hand in embarrassment. Selfishly, he wishes you didn’t, but he shoves that thought deep down, praying it never finds its way back to the surface. You look down at your cup, pitifully, the sight of you evoking an overwhelming ache in his fast-beating heart.
“We should sit together next time,” he clears his throat, offering a tender smile. He readjusts himself as he leans too close. “If you want.”
“For sure!” You beam. “Socials?”
You offer your phone, and he types his username into the Instagram search bar, swallowing dryly at the profile picture of him and his girlfriend. Pushing the ugly feeling to the back of his mind, he hands the phone back to you.
“Aw, two years,” you say, eyes immediately landing on the anniversary post. He shifts his weight where he stands. “Cute.”
Sunghoon scrunches his nose as he pours some awful-looking concoction down the drain, throwing the now-empty cup into the nearest trash bag. Everyone had long since left, and yet here the roommates were, still cleaning up the messes left behind in a tired, empty silence. Well, save for the lovely symphony of Jake’s coughing and hacking as he spills his guts out in the bathroom.
“You good?” Heeseung calls to him through the door, giving it a few knocks, “'cause I kinda need to piss really bad.”
There’s a silent pause and a sniffle before the door swings open, Jake wobbling out. His hair hangs over his eyes.
“Woah, woah, Jakey, take it easy,” he catches his friend, and Jake whines, trying to shove him away.
“I’m okay. Don’t touch.”
“Sure you are.”
Heeseung helps him over to the couch, sinking into the cushions uselessly, staring at the ceiling. Jay stands a few feet away, shaking his head at the sight.
“Such a lightweight, holy shit.”
“Am not…”
Sunghoon sighs, grabbing a glass from the overhead cupboard. And soon, with a full glass of water, he joins the three in the living room, setting it down on the coffee table.
“Drink. Unless you want the worst hangover of your life tomorrow morning.”
“Okay, mom,” he scoffs, picking it up and gulping it down. Sunghoon quickly moves to help him lift the glass to his lips, his friend holding it with the fine-motor skills of an infant.
“Grown man, by the way,” Heeseung mutters, Jay and Sunghoon holding back their snickering. Jake glares at him. “Guess I shouldn’t make fun of you too much, though. Since you did bring that pretty little thing into our apartment.”
When all the water is successfully gulped down, Sunghoon moves to place it back on the nearest surface. Jake takes in a deep breath, then he blinks once. Twice.
“Sorry, what?”
“Uh, earth to Jake?” He waves a hand in front of his face, “I’m asking about her. You know who I mean.”
“Ohhhhh, right,” he draws out his words, a smile creeping up on his face. He bites his lip and nods his head, as if he’s replaying the memory of you in his mind, “Yeah, she’s pretty cool.”
“Cool?” Heeseung’s eyes go wide. In seconds, his hands are at Jake’s shoulders, shaking sense into him, “Jake. My guy. That’s the hottest woman that’s ever willingly spoken to you.”
“Dude, stop, he’s gonna throw up everywhere,” Jay tears Heeseung’s grasp from Jake, whose head slumps back the instant he’s let go. His hand moves to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
“Yeah, yeah, but she clearly has noooo interest in me, so I don’t even bother,” he waves his hand dismissively, “We’re just friends.”
“Just friends,” Jay echoes in air quotes, snorting to himself.
“There’s no such thing as being just friends with a girl who looks like that,” Heeseung adds.
“No, really,” Jake replies, sounding maybe a fraction more conscious, though his words still drag, “Like, yeah, obviously I’d fuck her if she asked. But like, once the butterflies fade and you get used to her hotness, you start to realize she’s just like… normal. You know?”
“So she’s a friend that you would fuck.” He says flatly, “That’s not called being friends. That’s called being friend-zoned.”
“This is Jake we’re talking about. He’ll fuck anything with a pulse if it gave him a chance,” Sunghoon rolls his eyes. “For everyone else, it’s normal to be friends with girls, even if you find them attractive. Your brain’s just rotted from all the porn you jerk off to.”
“You’re such a fake, you know that?” Heeseung retorts, taking a moment to scoff at him, “Acting like you weren’t eye-fucking her all night. Sounds like someone’s coping.”
“Sounds like you only know how to think with your dick,” Sunghoon hisses, his blood pressure rising.
Heeseung pauses, taking him in, and how worked up he is over his off-handed comments. He can practically see the steam coming out of Sunghoon’s ears.
“Alright, Mr. Good guy,” he chuckles, “Whatever makes you feel better about yourself.”
Sunghoon takes a breath before leaving, making his way back to the kitchen.
“Have fun tucking Jake into bed or some shit. I’m not dealing with this.”
“Oh, you know I will.”
“Hey, don’t leave me alone with him!” Jake’s voice cracks watching Sunghoon walk off. He watches in horror as Jay walks away, too, continuing his garbage pickup. Heeseung tries to lift him up, and he yelps, sliding off the couch as he crawls away helplessly, leaving the elder boy to laugh his ass off on the couch, alone.
Three times a week.
Sunghoon sees you three times a week, twice for lectures, once for labs. And in only the first week of sitting next to you, he already has every little habit of yours mentally noted down. He swears he isn’t doing it on purpose— it’s not like he’s trying to keep tabs on you. It’s just that every little thing about you is so hard to miss.
Almost subconsciously, his eyes seem to wander from the board to you, noticing how you rest your chin in your hand, how you get antsy towards the end of class from sitting in one place for too long, how your elbow seems to drift in his direction as you write in your small notebook, occasionally brushing his arm on accident. He notices and appreciates how, in a room of sweatpants and hoodies, you always wore your pretty skirts and soft cardigans, with ribbons in your hair, and dainty necklaces adorning your collarbone. Everything about you is new, uncharted territory, and the desire to learn more is unrelenting, as well as deeply unacceptable according to his own moral code of conduct.
Of course, it doesn’t come without guilt; There’s the guilt for being so curious about a girl who isn’t his own, and then there’s the guilt he feels, given that he’s supposed to be your guy-friend, not another lustful loser trying to bother you. Though his shame, while constant, is nothing more than a low hum, not quite loud enough to call attention to… yet.
It’s not like he’s doing anything wrong, after all. Thoughts and desires aren’t actions. They’re just a normal, human reaction, and you don’t exactly make it easy for him, either. Really, what else is he supposed to do when you’re laughing just a little too hard at his terrible jokes? When he swears, he sees your eyes linger just a little too long on his body as he leans back to stretch, mid-lecture? And how you always seem to lose your train of thought as he leans in just a little closer, stumbling over your words? He could just be imagining it, but it makes him wonder.
So, maybe he starts telling more jokes, just to hear a little more of your laughter. And maybe he starts wearing shirts that are a little bit tighter, just to see if you’d rake your eyes across his body like he suspects you’d do (and as it turns out, you do). And maybe he enjoys invading your personal space just a little bit, if only to feel that certain rush he hasn’t felt in ages. If only to quell his stubborn curiosity, to enjoy the small moments of your attention, and to bask in the wonders it does for his ego.
There’s nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with making these long, tedious lectures just a little more interesting. Anyone would do the same in his shoes. If not, worse. What he’s doing is completely harmless. After all, he knows himself. He knows he would never cross that line.
Yet, when he walks early into class that day, as his gaze shifts to his usual spot, he notices some other guy who had taken his place, who is leaning way too close to you than you appear to be comfortable with. And, from the way his jaw clenches and his fists curl at his sides, Sunghoon feels it is too close for his comfort, as well.
“See, your code is technically correct, but it’s not optimal,” his voice is grating to Sunghoon’s ears, watching him point to your laptop screen, “it’s fine to use multiple recursion for this example, but if your algorithm were to use much higher values, the runtime would skyrocket.”
“Thanks, but—”
“I could tutor you, if you want,” he hasn’t listened to a word you’re trying to say, eyes dragging down the length of you, shamelessly. You scoot further away until you’re practically on the edge of your seat. "You could pay me with cash. But I also accept other kinds of favours—"
“Hey,” Sunghoon’s voice is low, teetering on the edge of his self-control as he slams your laptop shut onto the guy’s hand. He keeps his palm there, applying just enough pressure to make sure the pain lasts. He leans over him, his tall frame casting a dark shadow over the irrelevant, pathetic loser. “Nobody asked.”
As soon as Sunghoon lets go, the guy cusses him out, scrambling from his seat immediately. Then, turning to you, he watches you breathe a sigh of relief. Sinking into the seat next to you, he can’t help but glare at the asshole across the room. Who does he think he is? All your other admirers had been silently resigned to watching you from afar, as they saw how you clung to Sunghoon’s side. Especially the first week you had been sitting together, he’d gotten a good few laughs out of feeling their jealous glares, shooting daggers at the back of his head. But this guy? Is he stupid? Has he failed to notice that you’re always with him?
Suddenly, the thought of all the other men who must be looking at you in your other classes crosses his mind. Do you sit alone in those lectures? Or, do you have other “guy friends” who get to talk to you like this? Sunghoon pauses before he can get ahead of himself, taking several mental steps back, because why the fuck does he feel like crawling out of his own skin? Why is this uneasy feeling so aching, so all-consuming?
“Are you okay?”
“You’re asking me?” He allows his expression to soften, if only for your sake, but his tone does not, venom dripping from every seething word, “Guys like him just piss me off. That’s all.”
The professor starts the class moments soon after, and Sunghoon lets his gaze drift forward, in search of anything to ease the whirlwind of emotions that rumbled beneath the surface of him, barely contained. Distracted, he doesn’t process that you’re leaning towards him, only snapping out of his trance the second he feels the warmth of your breath tickling his ear.
“Then I’m lucky to have a good guy like you around to look out for me.” You whisper, a shiver running up his spine. He swallows, and when he looks at you, taking in your wide-eyed gaze and how you look up at him through your lashes with pure, unfiltered, undeserved gratitude, he knows he's done for. “Thank you, Sunghoon.”
Maybe it’s the way you whispered his name in his ear. Or maybe it’s the way you looked so fucking appreciative when you really didn’t need to be. But whatever had been clouding his mind only seconds ago clears in an instant, replaced with that newly familiar rush that only you seem to awaken in him.
It’s ridiculously unfair how easily you could have him crumbling, falling apart at the seams, only to rebuild him seconds later. It’s ridiculously addictive how good it feels to have your full attention on him, as if he hadn’t been stewing in his own shameful, confusing misery only moments prior. Whatever it is you’re doing to him? It’s exhilarating. It’s dangerous. It’s wrong.
And yet…
He’s hard. Embarrassingly hard, as if he’s a fucking teenager again. He carefully crosses his legs, thanking his past self for choosing to wear jeans instead of sweatpants, and though he’s able to calm himself down in time to leave class undetected, it all comes back to him the moment he’s kicking off his shoes at his front door.
It takes everything in him not to jerk himself to the thought of you. Instead, opting for a cold shower, as if soap could scrub away the absolute filth that is his thoughts. Bracing himself against the tiled walls of the bathroom, under running water, he closes his eyes and thinks of his girlfriend— his kind, unsuspecting girlfriend. He’s supposed to be a good boyfriend. The kind of man a girl can brag about to their friends, who they can take home to their mother without shame. But these days, he feels anything but good.
Though the guilt passes too quickly, morphing into something else entirely when he recalls the events from earlier. You, talking to some other guy. You, whispering in his ear. You, looking so tempting, so forbidden, so infuriating. And just like that, you’re doing it to him again; making him writhe in an agony he didn’t know he could feel, torturing him without even needing to be in the same vicinity. You make him lose his grip. It only makes him want to reach for you even more.
To ♡ : I’m taking you out tomorrow
To ♡ : Wear something nice
Stability. Predictability. Assurance.
That’s what Sunghoon decides he needs. He hasn’t had a restful night in ages, between the stress of keeping up with school and the mind fuckery, that is, you. So he booked the nicest restaurant he could afford on his broke college student budget, brushed off the nice suit that collected dust in Jake’s closet (courtesy of his stupidly rich parents, who would probably collapse if they found out that their son lounges in dirty sweatpants all day), and picks up his girlfriend who greets him with that same old chaste kiss to his cheek.
He does everything right. He holds every door open for her. He asks about her week. He smiles, unwavering, even as she tells the same stories he’s heard over and over again, and he profusely apologizes when his phone starts blowing up with notifications mid-meal, trying not to let his determination shake when he notices your Instagram handle in the notification window. It must be that time of day, he thinks, when the sun goes down, and you curl up for your usual evening scrolling session. He turns it on silent, tucking it away into his pocket.
“Busy these days?” She asks.
“This semester is… frustrating. I’d rather not think about it,” he sighs. Then, he reaches across the table, taking her hands into his, “It doesn’t matter. Keep talking. I want to hear you.”
She giggles, fingers interlocking with his, “What did I do to deserve you?”
He tries. He tries so hard to care about whatever it is she’s talking about, but he doesn’t. He can’t. Because truthfully, he doesn’t feel anything.
He drives her home later, and though she kisses him and drags her hand down his chest with the hint of offering something more, he pulls away. He gives some excuse, talking of an early morning tomorrow, and kisses her one last goodbye with the same politeness and appropriateness she’d greeted him with.
Selfishly, his mind drifts to you as he drives home, wondering how you would’ve acted had he taken you on the same kind of date. You probably would’ve thanked him profusely, eyes shining with delight when he tells you that you can order anything you like— always so easily impressed by any small act of kindness. You’d probably get flustered when he kisses you at the end of the night, but kiss him back with fervour, so eager to show him your appreciation that you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself. You’d probably drop to your knees, wouldn’t you? You seem like the type. He pulls into his parking spot, snapping back to reality.
He groans, a hand moving to his face.
What the fuck.
It’s surprisingly loud when he walks through the front door, his roommates' laughter wafting down the halls. But he’s even more surprised to hear the sound of a certain familiar laugh, one that is unmistakably yours. And for a moment, he thinks he’s hallucinating, taking slow steps down the hall as he loosens the tie at his neck. But when he rounds the corner, he sees you there, sitting on his living room couch with a Nintendo Switch controller in hand.
“Why the fuck do we always pick the map with Rainbow Road?” Heeseung groans, his character falling off the map for what Sunghoon can only assume is the umpteenth time.
“Just get good,” Jake proudly raises his beer to yours, the two of you taking a celebratory sip as you both sit comfortably in first and second place. The creak of the floorboards behind him makes his head turn. “Hey, there he is! Thought you were— what the fuck, is that my suit?”
“Stole it from your closet earlier,” he states plainly, ignoring Jake’s annoyed expression. Sunghoon glances uncomfortably at where you sit, sandwiched between Jake and Heeseung on the couch. “What is this?”
“Mario Kart,” you shrug, “Was kinda bored and Jake said they could use a fourth player since you were out. But hey, now that you’re here, you should join!”
Right. You were Jake’s friend first. He has a habit of forgetting that, given how much time he spends with you alone. He glares down the way Jake’s arm is casually slung over the back of the couch, where you sit, just behind your head. And then there was Heeseung, who manspreads so wide that his entire leg is pressed against yours. He inhales sharply, suddenly hit with the overwhelming urge to grab you by the arm and drag you far, far away from his friends.
“Weren’t you on a date?” Jay asks, narrowing his eyes, “thought you’d be out all night.”
“Shit. Did all that just to get blue-balled, huh?” Heeseung snickers, looking him up and down. But his grin grows even wider when he notices the look on his roommate's face, and how his fists clench at his side, gaze unrelenting. And, more interestingly, how Sunghoon can’t tear his eyes from you. “Oh. I get it.”
A silence falls upon them, save for the end-of-match music from the game playing on loop in the background.
“…get what??” You ask so cluelessly, glancing between them. You nudge Jake, and he stammers, clearing his throat.
“Uh. It’s uh…”
“It’s guy stuff, baby, you wouldn’t understand,” Heeseung leans in just a little too close as he says it, looking to Sunghoon to make sure he’s watching. He brings his hand to your chin, raising it slightly with his fingertips. “Wouldn’t wanna worry your pretty little head with any of that, hm?”
Sunghoon goes cold seeing how your breath hitches, nodding your head like an obedient little dog. He hates the way his pulse quickens, heart thumping loudly in his ears. He hates, hates, hates this feeling so fucking much. He hates how it makes him want you more. He moves to the couch, shoving Jake out of the way, so that he can sit next to you instead.
“There’s nothing to get. Don’t listen to him.” He flashes you a smile, but the warmth of your side pressing into him is only a fleeting comfort. He turns to Jake, eyes landing on his remote before snatching it, “Give me this. And go get me a beer.”
“Are you deadass?” Jake blinks at him.
“I’m almost done mine, I could go—” you start.
“I’ll get it for you,” Jake rises to his feet in an instant, flashing you a ‘look how useful and helpful I am’ smile. He side eyes Sunghoon. “And you, I guess.”
He steps away, and the four of you shift in awkward silence as Sunghoon and Heeseung stare each other down.
“So, uh,” Jay clears his throat, turning to you with a gentle smile, tired of watching the unspoken dick comparison contest between his two roommates. “You said you guys take a class together, right?”
“Yeah. And thank god we do, 'cause I would be totally lost if we didn’t,” you laugh nervously, looking to Sunghoon almost adoringly, “he’s a way better student than I am.”
Your hand brushes his shoulder, and he melts.
“She’s just saying that.”
Without a second thought, he nudges you in return, every shy touch he shares with you feeling like the most monumental moment of his life. Like he couldn’t possibly get any higher. He wishes he could bottle the feeling up, keep it in his pocket forever. But like always, it is ripped from him in an instant, as his roommate reopens his loud, obnoxious mouth.
“Nah. You’ve always been a real good student,” Heeseung leans back, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, “Always listening. Always doing your work on time. Always following the rules.”
Sunghoon frowns.
“You must’ve been a real goody two-shoes in high school, huh?” You tease him, a smirk tugging at your lips.
“Oh yeah,” Heeseung continues, “I remember, we always had these stupid weekly quizzes in our History class. And even though the teacher would practically be asleep, he would always cover his answers so that I couldn’t cheat off him. I always thought it was cruel, ya know? Considering we were friends and all.”
“I don’t like to share,” Sunghoon snaps, “especially not with someone who didn’t put in the work.”
Heeseung ignores his retort.
“But you know what the funny thing is? You would cheat off of Jake in Physics.” He laughs, dryly, and Sunghoon most certainly does not find anything about his tone humorous as he sits there, biting his tongue. When he’s had his final laugh, he sighs, turning to him in a low voice, “You know what that makes you, right? A hypocrite.”
Neither of them moves. Jay definitely doesn’t dare to move, tired of playing mediator. And you just sit there. Jake’s return cuts through the tension like a knife.
“You guys not gonna play another game?” He asks, throwing a beer can carelessly in Sunghoon’s lap while placing the other gently in front of you on the coffee table.
“We definitely should,” Jay’s shoulders slump with relief.
Time ticks by, and one beer turns into two, three, six… until eventually, Sunghoon is barely able to hold the remote in his hand, and the room is spinning. But no matter how many drinks he took down, that ugly, despicably possessive feeling wouldn’t leave.
You’re not his. You don’t belong to him. But seeing Heeseung nudge your shoulder, touch your arm, look you up and down like you’re his next meal, then look back at him with a wolfish grin made him want to tear him apart limb from limb. He’s the embodiment of everything he despises; a careless, lazy, college dropout and unemployed asshole with zero shame. He’s disgusting, inside and out, and embraces his filthiness instead of hiding it like everyone else does— like everyone else is supposed to do. He doesn’t deserve to be rewarded. He doesn’t deserve a prize like you when he’s done nothing to earn it.
And then there’s you. With each drink you finish, you return Heeseung’s touch, brushing his shoulder when you laugh. Hell, even placing a hand on his knee, making his stupid grin grow even wider. And Sunghoon just has to sit there and take it, pretending like it’s fine. Because it should be fine. It’s not his business, and if your standards are that low, then so be it.
But when you beat Heeseung yet again, and he’s stealing your remote, holding it above his head,Sunghoon watches in horror as you squeal, reaching up for it, and climbing to your knees. You decide to straddle Heeseung in his lap as you reach further, using a hand at his shoulder to steady yourself, and it makes him sick.
Sunghoon’s head is spinning, and his stomach… his stomach aches. He can barely breathe or form any kind of thought that isn’t murderous. He stands up, stumbling only a little bit, because if he watches whatever the hell the two of you are doing for any longer, he’s not sure he can restrain himself from strangling his roommate any longer.
“You good?” Jake asks, watching his remote control fall to the ground. It hits the carpet with a soft thud.
Sunghoon locks eyes with the bathroom and bolts for it.
The world spins around him as he dry-heaves into the toilet, knees on the bathroom floor. He’d spilled his guts already, but is far too exhausted to will himself to stand. He barely even registers that the bathroom door clicks behind him, eyes shifting upward to find you above him. The overhead light frames you in a golden glow, like a halo around your gentle silhouette, and for a second, he wonders if he’s dreaming when your hand reaches to push his hair from his forehead.
“Jeez, Hoon, you’re burning up.” Your words are slightly slurred, eyes a little unfocused, like his own. Everyone has had too much to drink tonight.
Your lips are still moving, but he’s too distracted by them to process what you’re even saying. Then, you’re lifting a glass of water to his mouth, and he drinks it loudly, unceremoniously, your finger tips lifting the tip of his chin. He, rather ungracefully, moans as it washes away the traces of acidic aftertaste in his mouth, soothing the throbbing in his head. Soon enough, the image of you is clearer. He mourns the loss of your touch as you set the cup aside, and he brings his wrist to wipe his chin with his sleeve.
“Don’t fuck Heeseung,” his words slip out in a deeply drunken, deeply desperate voice. He doesn’t care how pathetic he looks, eyes half lidded, face flushed, kneeling before you like you’re the altar he worships. Though he doesn’t pray. He selfishly demands, even if his tone resembles something of a plea. “He’s a fuckin’ asshole. He’ll treat you like shit. I’m telling you he’s…”
A sharp, throbbing pain shoots through his head, and his words trail off. Face falling forward, his forehead lands flat against your thigh, unable to support his own weight. He’s exhausted, mentally and physically, panting, and his hands reach to dig into your skirt for support. Though the fog is starting to clear up now that he’s evicted most of the alcohol from his system, he thinks— no, he knows he’s drunk on something else. Your closeness is a drug. Your touch intoxicates him.
He hears you laugh. God, how he loves that laugh.
“You’re telling me what to do?”
“Yeah,” he swallows, “so don’t do it.”
“Why?”
“'Cause I said so.”
“Hm, and why should I listen to you?” Your fingers are threading through his hair, and a careless, guttural groan is escaping him as you tug his head back to meet your gaze.
“'Cause you’re mine.”
Your eyes go wide, conflicted, but you don’t push away. Your hand still runs through his hair in a gentle, soothing manner. You try to laugh it off nervously.
“We’re just friends, Hoon. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Friends,” he scoffs, “How could I ever be friends with you?”
His eyes flicker from yours, then to your bare thighs, just millimetres away from his face. He’s so close, the warmth of his breath is tickling your exposed skin, and whatever remaining shred of morality he thought he could cling to is thrown out the window as he leans forward. He brings his hands to caress the back of them and presses a few kisses into your soft skin, a prideful feeling spreading through him when you let out a breathless whimper. He looks up your skirt and notices the wet patch on your white, lace panties. He smiles at that, adoring how your fingers curl into his hair a little more harshly.
“Don’t fight it. Know you want it too.”
“Sunghoon, this is wrong.”
He ignores you, his tongue darting out to suck at the skin of your inner thighs, fully intending to leave his mark.
“Love the way you say my name, baby,” His breath hovers above your clothed clit, his nose nuzzling just above the waistband of your underwear. “Say it again for me.”
He tastes you through your underwear, hands at your hips, gripping into your skin as you whimper. He can practically feel you twitching on his tongue, though he’s barely started, tasting your arousal, which has long since soaked through your underwear. You taste like heaven, and it’s probably the closest he’ll ever get to it, now that he’s certainly going to hell.
“Hoon…”
“Gonna have to be a little louder than that if you want me to give you what you want, pretty.”
He tugs the useless piece of fabric down enough to allow him to lick a stripe up your clothed cunt and you cry out, already twitching with need.
“Fuck, Sunghoon—!”
“That’s it. Don’t hold back,” he growls, “Let them know how badly you need me.”
He kisses your soaked cunt before sucking hard, grinning at the sound of his name on your lips like a broken record. He fucking hopes Heeseung can hear his name coming out of your breathy, pleading voice— hopes he learns not to play with other people’s toys. He hopes Jake feels pathetic knowing you chose the one guy in the friend group who already has a girl, instead of him, who's been begging for a crumb of pussy from you since your first year. There’s nothing to feel guilty for anymore. Not when your legs are shaking like this for him as he laps you up and sucks on your clit, your essence dripping down his chin.
His dick twitches in his pants when you tug at his hair even harder, your cries sinful as you finish embarrassingly fast on his tongue. He drinks up every drop, even as you try to push his face away, loving how you writhe uselessly in his half-drunken grasp. He finally pulls away, bright-eyed as he watches you catch your breath. He muses at your expression; half ashamed, half lustful.
“Don’t tell me you feel guilty, now,” he rises to his feet, caging you in against the sink. He doesn’t kiss you yet, preferring to drink in the sight of you first, now that he finally has you. “You wanted this. Gave me all this attention all semester. I’m not stupid.”
His knee slips between your legs, and he presses into you until your soaked, throbbing cunt is pressed right against his thigh. You whimper, your hands fiddling with the end of his tie as you rock against him.
“Opening your legs so easily. If you really thought this was wrong, you’d push me away,” he whispers in your ear, before dragging his lips down to your neck, “You’re just an easy little slut.”
“I’m not a—”
“Baby, you’re dripping,” he chuckles, looking down at the wet patch on his pants. He hikes your skirt higher on your hips to get a better view, “Probably dreamed of me fucking you stupid, as my little side piece.”
His eyes move down to your chest, heaving in that tight little tank top you wore. He palms your breast through the fabric, kneading the flesh before slipping under to pinch your hardened nipples. But his gaze darkens when he pushes the fabric down, revealing the white, lacy bra beneath it.
“What’s this?” His hand gropes your chest through your bra, his thumb swiping over your hardened nipples through the material. “Were you planning on getting fucked tonight?”
You don’t get the chance to answer because he’s flipping you around, bent over the sink as he drags your matching panties down, tossing them over his shoulder carelessly. He slides two fingers inside you, holding your wrists down against your back, and you gasp as he fills you deep, pace unforgiving, not bothering to even pretend to be gentle. The way you tense around him, choking on your own gasps in shock, only feeds his depraved desires even more.
“By who? Heeseung?” He seethes, then pauses for a second, laughing, “Or were you gonna let Jake hit it for once? Fucking slut.”
“For you,” you manage to choke out, “Not that I thought we would, but… just…”
The words leave your mouth pathetically, and you can feel your face burn with embarrassment. You had done your best to keep your crush on him at bay. But, there was always a small part of you that couldn’t help but wonder. You rationalized it by saying it was something every girl did— it’s like shaving your whole body before seeing an attractive artist’s concert, imagining what it would be like to get noticed in the crowd. Or wearing your prettiest outfit for that one class with the hot married professor. You didn’t wear a matching set because you thought this would actually happen; you did it to entertain your twisted little fantasy of getting with your off-limits campus crush.
Your confession makes him pause entirely, his fingers leaving you hollow.
“For me?” His voice is slow, smooth, “You wanted to look all pretty for me?”
You nod, timidly.
You wanted to act like you felt bad. Wanted to pretend like it was wrong. And yet, he caught you red-handed. Some part of you, deep down, wanted this to happen. You can’t run from the truth now. And when he turns you to face him, you’re not sure what you expect, but you definitely weren’t expecting to be kissed slowly, tenderly, and yet at the same time, so cruelly.
“You wanna be mine?” He mutters against your lips.
“Please,” you breathe out. He hums approvingly.
His hunger only grows from the taste of you. He slips your breasts from their pretty lace confines and latches his mouth on them, licking and sucking them, using his teeth, and continues upward. He kisses up your collarbone and your neck, mercilessly, until you’re littered with marks. And when he’s satisfied, he pulls back, admiring his work, thumb sliding across your skin in gentle circles.
“If you wanna be my pretty little slut,” you feel his hands snake behind you, and his tie wrap around your wrists, “then you’re gonna have to start acting like one.”
He shoves you to your knees, and you stumble a little, struggling to regain your balance, given your hands were tied. Your knees burn where you’re certain you’ll have nasty bruises tomorrow, and you watch as he lifts your chin, “Well?”
Your eyes land on the bulge in his pants. Obediently, you nuzzle your nose at his clothes crotch, looking up at him in a lustful haze. He’s painfully hard, throbbing with need, and he tries not to show how the sight of you like this is making him crumble.
“Please, Hoon. Wanna taste you.”
He undoes his belt and lets his pants fall to the floor, cooing as you immediately move to mouth him through boxers, desperate to please him like the whore you pretend you aren’t. It’s amusing, really, and while he adores the sight of you drooling on him, soaking the fabric of his underwear, he’d much rather feel your mouth on him without anything in the way.
He pulls them down and laughs, watching it slap your cheek, standing tall, thick, and in desperate need of being touched. Your fascinated expression and the way you lick your lips tells him you’ve never taken someone of his size, and he loves that. He guides the tip to your lips, and your tongue reaches out, tasting his precum on your tongue, spreading it around as you then take the tip of him.
“Shit,” he groans, “You drive me fucking insane. You know that? Haven’t had a moment of peace since I met you.”
But it’s worth it, he thinks, as he slides past your lips, hands in your hair, pushing you down his length. And though he can’t wait to fuck your face, he can’t help but take his time first, sinking into your mouth, admiring just how good you look being fed his cock.
“It’s like you were made for this,” a smile toys at his lips, thinking of all the times he’d woken up with sticky sheets from a dream just like this. “You like being on your knees for me?”
He glances down at how you rub your thighs together, and how your wrists struggle against its restraints with desire to touch yourself. His girl hated doing this for him. But you? You’re moaning as he hits the back of your throat, taking it like a champion. He could cum from the sight alone if he weren’t trying to savour every second of your mouth around him.
He sinks his fingers into your scalp, pulling himself out before fucking right back into your mouth again, your throat constricting around him as you choke on his thick cock. There are tears stinging your eyes, and your mascara and lip gloss are smudged, and yet you’ve never looked more beautiful to him than you do right now.
“Sorry, pretty, but I have to be a little rough on you. Gotta teach you a lesson, you know?” He’s panting now, his groans falling effortlessly from his lips, “That’s what happens when you rile me up. When you flirt with my friends just to get my attention.”
He reaches from your hair to cup your cheeks, a thumb swiping at a single tear that falls and he sighs. And then, he cracks a twisted smile.
“They’ll never get to see you like this. Now that you belong to me.”
He finally slows, sliding from your mouth and coos at your exasperated breaths, eyes locking on your marked chest as it heaves up and down. He presses his tip to your swollen lips again, but this time keeps his cock in his hand, fist sliding up and down to the mere sight of you.
“Gonna cum all over your pretty face.” You hum around him in approval, “You like that? So fucking messy.”
He cusses finally, pulling himself out of your mouth to paint you with his spend, shooting ropes over your face, your chest, watching it stain your little tank top, which still hung onto you uselessly, though your breasts were on full display. You blink a few times, mouth agape, because never in your life had you seen this much cum come out of anyone. He stares at you, a gorgeous, pathetic mess, in complete pride, admiring his work. How beautiful it was to have you on your knees for him, completely ruined and marked up, covered in his cum. He wished he had his phone to capture it.
“All mine now,” he reaches out, spreading the cum at your lips, gathering it on his fingers before slipping them into your mouth. You moan around his fingers.
He hoists you to the sink and throws your panties somewhere across the room, while he pushes up your skirt, revealing your wet, needy pussy. You’re practically weeping when he finally touches you because you’re aching for release. And, to your surprise, he kisses you, open-mouthed, desperately, tasting himself on your lips, not giving a single shit about how it gets on his face or in his hair. You feel his fingers prod you, entering your cunt with little resistance.
“Want you,” you manage to say, despite his unyielding, feverish kisses. “Want more.”
“That’s not how you ask,” he teases, his fingers reaching that spot inside you that makes your toes curl, “try again.”
“Please fuck me.”
All he does is laugh.
“You’re real sweet when you beg, but…” he adds a third finger, and your eyes flutter shut, “You’ll take what I give you.”
His other hand grips your neck as he fucks his fingers into you, relishing every cry that leaves your lips. And he takes his sweet damn time, waiting until you’re at the brink of finishing to pull his fingers out of you. And though you open your mouth to whine, you’re quickly shut up when you feel the head of his cock pressing against you, sliding along your needy cunt. Behind you, you can feel his hands undo the tie at your wrists, freeing them from their confines. And now that you could touch him, your hands move instantly, purring with delight at the feeling of his broad, muscular shoulders beneath them. His tip catches at your entrance.
“Don’t have a condom. You care?” he sputters out, as if he isn’t already sheathing the tip of himself inside you, cursing at the feel of your tight, wet walls.
“Just— don’t cum inside.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he growls. At least not yet. He’d fill you with his cum another day.
He pushes your skirt up further to watch himself enter you, lifting either leg to the side, and your fingernails sink into the white button-up that still hangs from his shoulders. And, at the realization, you decide to start unbuttoning it, practically salivating at the sight of his body.
“Fuck,” he hisses, your pussy wrapped around him so tightly, “Could do this every fucking day.”
He buries to the hilt, leaving you barely a second to adjust before he takes another deep thrust. He’s so deep inside you, you swear you can feel him in your guts, splitting you on his cock. And you love it. You love the way he stretches you, the way he takes and takes from you so unfairly.
“Bet you’d like that. Letting me use you whenever I want. Wouldn’t you?” He picks up the pace, and you can feel every inch of him inside you, every vein and curve making your head spin. He grasps your chin, forcing you to face him. “I asked you a question, pretty girl.”
Dazed, you nod fervently, your teeth sinking into your lower lip.
“Wanna be used by you. Just wanna be fucked like I’m yours.”
“Already said you’re all mine now, remember?” he groans when he feels you clench around him, looking down again just to watch your tight little hole be ruined by him, “My dirty little slut. All mine to ruin. This one time won’t be enough. I need to have you again, and again. Fuck—”
He shakes his head at himself, almost laughing, to think he tried to deny himself of this. Of you, spread open for him, moaning his name loud enough for the whole damn building to hear. He can feel your walls start to tense, your breath catching, and when he feels you fucking claw at his back, shaking around him, he knows you’re about to finish.
“Gonna—”
“That’s it,” he purrs, “Cum on my cock.”
You cry out his name, your pussy gushing around him, squeezing him like a vice. Your vision goes blurry, and your body shakes all over. And soon, his hips are stuttering.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
Cursing, he pulls out, jerking the rest of himself until he’s cumming all over you again. He’s everywhere. All over your glistening pussy, your skirt, your thighs, the sink, probably the floor, too. It’s disgusting, and yet, so beautiful.
With a relieved smile, he practically collapses on top of you, his face buried into your chest as his arms wrap around your waist. And for a while, he just breathes, the thought of knowing that he is now covered in his own jizz shoved momentarily to the back of his mind. Because now, as he lies in his own filth with you, he can say with certainty that he finally feels completely satisfied.
ʚɞ summary - you’re broke, overworked, and very good at keeping secrets. camming is just a job, your roommate is just your roommate, and park sunghoon definitely does not know what you sound like when you come—until he does. one leaked clip, one locked bathroom, and suddenly “just for the money” doesn’t sound very convincing anymore.
ʚɞ tags - 18+ MDNI, f!reader, pwp, camgirl!reader, roommate!sunghoon, voyeurism, live-streaming, exhibitionism, edging, orgasm control, dom!sunghoon, sub!reader, penetrative sex (p in v), unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, dirty talk,
ʚɞ w.c - 5.1k
Clatter.
Your hairbrush hit the porcelain sink with a sharp, plastic crack. You stared at your own reflection in the mirror, wide-eyed, frozen, the bristles of the brush still vibrating against the white basin. Behind you, leaning against the closed door, Park Sunghoon stood, his face a mask of unnerving calm. His thumb hovered over his phone screen.
The sound that had just torn from the tinny speaker wasn’t just any moan. It was yours. A high, breathy, desperate gasp, followed by a choked, “Ah—fuck, ngh, feels so good—” before he’d paused it.
“Care to explain?” he asked. His voice was low and flat, completely devoid of the teasing lilt or the familiar, exasperated warmth you’d come to know over the last two years.
Your mouth was dry. “What—what is that?”
“You tell me.”
It had started, weirdly enough, with Wonyoung.
Freshman year, you’d won the roommate lottery. Jang Wonyoung was sunshine incarnate: bubbly, kind, and surprisingly tidy. You’d bonded over shared instant noodles and a mutual hatred for your 8 AM biology lecture. Then she’d started dating Park Sunghoon, the quiet, devastatingly handsome guy on the ice hockey team. He’d become a fixture in your tiny dorm, a silent, polite presence who’d nod hello and then spend hours on the floor, his long limbs folded as he helped Wonyoung to study.
When they broke up at the end of that year, the fallout was swift and clean. Wonyoung, tears sparkling but chin held high, packed her things and moved into a single. Sunghoon, seemingly stranded and already having moved into your dorm, had looked at you with an uncharacteristic hint of panic. “I can find somewhere else,” he’d mumbled.
“Don’t be an idiot,” you’d said, surprising yourself. “Nowhere will take you at this time of year.”
So he’d stayed. And slowly, a strange, solid thing had grown between you. It wasn’t the giggling, gossipy friendship you’d had with Wonyoung, but you found yourself enjoying his presence nevertheless. He became the person you went to for no-bullshit advice. “He asked you to split the bill on the first date? He’s cheap and insecure. Block him,” Sunghoon would say over a shared lunch, not looking up from his phone.
You’d laugh. “That’s harsh!”
“It’s true. You can’t settle for someone like that.”
In return, he’d tell you about his dates. They were fewer, but just as disastrous in their own way. You’d sit cross-legged on his bedroom floor as he paced, dissecting their texts with you. “She said ‘k’ after I sent her a paragraph about my day. What does ‘k’ mean in this context? Is it a good ‘k’? A hostile ‘k’?”
“It’s a bored ‘k’,” you’d say. “Abort mission.”
Now, by junior year, you’d become inseparable. You knew his coffee order off by heart (iced mocha with Frappucino chips), he knew your college timetable. You borrowed his hoodies, he ate your leftover kimchi jjigae when you ordered too much (which, to be honest, was every time). You’d curl up on opposite ends of the couch, your feet on his lap, and watch terrible reality TV. It was comfortable. Safe. He was your person.
But there was one thing you were hiding from him.
The camgirl thing hadn’t been some deep-seated fantasy. It was pure, pragmatic economics. Part-time jobs were picky with schedules, and the one you’d landed at a campus cafe paid peanuts. A friend of a friend had mentioned the site—it was discreet, decent payout, and you controlled everything. It started as a hesitant experiment, a way to pay for textbooks. Then it became rent money. You invested in a good webcam, a ring light, a collection of toys that you hid in a locked case under your bed. You crafted a persona: confident, insatiable, a man’s wet dream. It was acting, of course. It had nothing to do with the real you. And, of course, you were meticulous. You only streamed when Sunghoon was definitely gone—at the rink, at the library, at the gym. You used headphones and a VPN. You soundproofed your door with your duvet. It was a separate world, hermetically sealed from your real life.
And now, that world was crystallized in the palm of Park Sunghoon’s hand.
“Explain,” he repeated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the small space.
“It’s not… it’s just a job, Hoon-ah,” you stammered, finally finding your voice. It sounded pathetic. “It pays the bills. You know how hard it is to afford—”
“I know how hard it is,” he cut you off. He took another step. Now his chest was almost touching your back. You could see the tight line of his jaw in the mirror, the faint pulse in his neck. “I just don’t understand why you never told me. You literally told me about the guy who picked his nose at the movie theater the other day, Y/N,” he frowned. “Why not this?”
“It’s private!”
“Is it?” He lifted the phone again. This time, he didn’t play the video. He just held it up so you could see the thumbnail. It was you, back arched, mouth open in a silent cry, a familiar silicone shape disappearing between your thighs. “Because this looks pretty public to me.”
Shame, hot and acidic, burned through your veins. “Sunghoon,” you whispered, your voice trembling. You finally turned from the sink to face him directly. The small bathroom felt like a cage. “Where did you even get that?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he took a step forward. The movement was slow, deliberate. He placed his phone on the edge of the sink, screen-down. The silence was worse than the audio.
“A guy on the team,” he began, his tone conversational yet deadly soft. “He sent it to our group chat last night. ‘Hey, doesn’t this look kind of like your roommate?’ He thought it was a joke.” Sunghoon’s eyes flickered over your face, studying your reaction. “I told him it was a shitty deepfake and to delete it. I threatened to break his nose if he ever shared it again.”
Your heart hammered against your ribs. He had defended you.
“But then I watched it,” he continued, taking another step. You were backed against the sink now, the cold porcelain pressing into your lower back. “The whole thing. And then I watched another. And another.” His gaze was intense, burning. “I know the birthmark on your left hip. I know the way you sigh when you’re tired. I know the little sound you make when you’re trying not to laugh.” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper that caressed your skin. “I know you, Y/N.”
“It’s not…” you started, but the lie died in your throat. There was no point.
“Why?” The single word was loaded.
“The money,” you breathed out, looking down. “It’s just for the money. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Doesn’t it?” His finger came up, hooking under your chin, forcing your eyes back to his. The contact was electric.
There was no teasing now. No roommate-ish camaraderie. You saw it in the darkening of his eyes, the slight flare of his nostrils. You felt it in the heat radiating from his body, so close to yours.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” he asked, his thumb stroking a slow line along your jaw.
“No,” you admitted, the word a mere breath. “It was my secret.”
“And now it’s mine.” His other hand came up, palm flattening against the cabinet door beside your head, caging you in. “What do we do with our secret now, hm?”
You couldn’t think. You could only feel. The rough pad of his thumb on your skin. The clean, scent of his body wash and cologne. The overwhelming want that suddenly drowned out the shame. You’d fantasized about him—of course you had. He was Park Sunghoon, for fuck’s sake. But those fantasies had been vague, safe daydreams. This was so much more visceral, him knowing your deepest secret, having watched you come multiple times on his phone screen.
Your gaze dropped to his mouth. It was a mistake.
He broke.
He let out a sharp, frustrated breath, his hand dropping from your face as if your skin had burned him. Then he took a full step back, turning away to rub both hands roughly over his face, through his dark hair. The sudden distance was a shock, leaving you cold against the sink.
“Fuck,” he muttered into his palms, the word muffled. He straightened, his back to you for a long moment, shoulders tense. When he finally turned around, some of the predatory intensity had been replaced by a bewildered, almost hurt confusion. “Does it… I mean, does it really pay that well?”
The mundane question, after everything, was so jarring you almost laughed. A hysterical bubble rose in your throat. You swallowed it down, your voice still shaky. “I—yeah. I guess. It’s… good.”
He leaned a hip against the bathroom door, crossing his arms. He looked like he was trying to solve a complex equation. “How good? Like, better than the cafe?”
“Obviously better than the cafe,” you said, a sliver of your normal self seeping back in. “It’s… flexible. And the tips can be… significant.”
“Hm.” He chewed on his lower lip, his eyes drifting to the ceiling, avoiding looking directly at you.
You cleared your throat. “I mean, obviously not as well as the couples on the website, but yeah. It’s pretty good.”
His brow furrowed slightly. “Couples?”
“Yeah,” you said, a shaky exhale escaping you. You leaned back against the sink for support properly. “The top earners are almost always couples. People like it more, I guess? You can do a lot more with two people, you know. More… interactive. Rather than just one person, like. Masturbating, or whatever.”
“Interactive,” he echoed, his tone flat. He finally looked at you, and you saw the gears turning behind his dark eyes. There was a flush creeping up his neck, staining the tips of his ears a faint, rosy pink. It was such a stark contrast to the man who had cornered you moments ago. It was almost sweet, kind of endearingly awkward. “So, theoretically, if you had a… partner for a stream. The revenue would, what, double? Triple?”
“Something like that,” you whispered, your heart beginning to pound for a completely new reason. You couldn’t possibly be thinking what you thought he was thinking.
He uncrossed his arms, shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. He studied the tile floor as if it held the answers. “And you—you’d be in control? Of everything. What happens.”
“Always. I set the rules. I can end it anytime.”
He nodded, once, sharp. He took a deep breath, his ears now fully aflame. When he lifted his head, his expression was a mixture of fierce determination and profound embarrassment. “Okay.”
“Okay… what?”
“Next time you schedule one.” He cleared his throat, his voice dropping. “I’ll… I’ll be your guest. For the—um. Interactive element.”
The world tilted. “What?”
“You need the money, right?” he said, his words coming faster now, a defensive, logical ramble. “I skip the gym anyway sometimes.” A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips and vanished. “And it sounds like a pretty good workout.”
You were speechless. Park Sunghoon, the guy who got flustered when a date used too many emojis, was volunteering to star in your cam show. To have sex with you. On camera. For money.
“You don’t have to—” you started.
“I know I don’t have to,” he interrupted, his gaze finally steady on yours. The shyness was still there, but beneath it was a layer of steel. “But I want to.” The admission hung in the air, raw and undeniable. “So. Let’s do it.”
A slow, treacherous heat was spreading through your core, melting the last of your shame. This was insane. This was the most insane thing that had ever happened. And you wanted it. You wanted it so badly your knees felt weak.
“Tomorrow night,” you heard yourself say, your voice surprisingly steady. “You go to the gym at seven. Skip it.”
He gave a single, tight nod. “I’ll be there.”
The following evening, even the air in the apartment felt charged. The normalcy of the day had been a fragile illusion. You’d shared a quiet breakfast. He’d asked if you wanted coffee. You’d both pretended to study in the living room, and the hours had dragged, each tick of the clock a pounding heartbeat.
At six-thirty, you retreated to your room. Your usual ritual—putting your VPN on, positioning the ring light, logging into the encrypted site—felt surreal now. You’d retrieved the small, discreet remote-controlled vibrator from its case. It was a sleek, egg-shaped thing. You’d never used it with the remote function live before; it had always been a prop, something you’d pretended was controlled by a faceless, tipping ‘dom’.
Tonight, it would be real.
You dressed in the lingerie you’d chosen after an hour of frantic deliberation: a set of black lace, delicate and sheer, more suggestive than revealing. It felt different against your skin. It wasn’t for an anonymous audience anymore. It was for him.
At five minutes to seven, a soft knock came at your door. Your breath hitched. “Come in.”
Sunghoon entered. He’d changed into sweatpants and a plain grey t-shirt that stretched across his shoulders. He looked casual, relaxed, almost, but his eyes were dark pools of focused intensity. He took in the scene, the soft lighting, the camera on its tripod, you perched on the edge of your made bed in your lace—but his expression didn’t flicker. He was in work mode.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice steady.
You nodded, unable to speak. You handed him the small, black remote. His fingers brushed yours, and a spark jolted up your arm. He examined the remote, thumb testing the dial and the single button.
“How does it work?”
“The dial controls the intensity,” you whispered, your mouth dry. “And the button… pulses.”
He nodded, his face a mask of concentration. “And me?”
“Start over there,” you said, pointing to the corner just out of the camera’s main view. “I’ll introduce you.”
He nodded, fingers curling around the remote. “What do you want me to do with this?”
“Whatever you want,” you said, your own boldness surprising you. “Just… um,” you laughed. “Don’t make me scream before I’ve said hello.”
He gave you a slightly nervous smile. “No promises.”
He moved to the shadowed corner of your room, leaning against the wall, a silent, watching statue. The remote was loose in his hand. You took a final, deep breath, clicked the Go Live button, and felt the familiar, terrifying drop in your stomach.
The viewer count began to climb almost immediately. 50, 120, 300. Familiar usernames popped into the chat, along with a flood of new ones.
“Hey everyone,” you purred, slipping into your persona. Your voice was lower, smoother than your normal one as you played with your bra strap. A smirk played on your lips. “Miss me?”
The chat exploded with hearts, fire emojis, and greetings. You bantered for a few minutes, teasing, leaning into the camera to give a glimpse of cleavage, running a hand through your hair. You could feel Sunghoon’s gaze on you from the corner, a physical weight. It should have been unnerving, but it was thrilling.
“So, I actually have something special planned for you guys tonight,” you said, your eyes flicking toward the shadows where he stood. “A little… collaboration, if you will. Say hello to my friend.”
You gestured. Sunghoon stepped forward, moving gracefully, but there was a new stiffness to his shoulders. He stopped just at the edge of the light, his face partially in shadow, his body a tall, taut silhouette. He lifted a hand in a slight, awkward wave. The chat went absolutely feral.
injangsdad: HOLY SHIT????
BbyDvl: WHO IS THAT???!
ilovesalsa02: Bro is BUILT holy shit
heehee: why is he so shy?? u deserve a real man like me
“He’s going to be helping me out tonight,” you explained, lying back against your piled-up pillows, spreading your legs just a little. The black lace rucked up your thighs. “He’s got a little controller for this.”
You opened your legs wider, giving the camera a clear view as you took the egg vibrator and slowly, deliberately, pressed it inside yourself. You were already wet, anticipation and sheer nervousness doing their work. A soft sigh escaped you, genuine this time. You caught Sunghoon’s eye. He was staring, his jaw tight, the remote gripped in his hand tight.
“And he’s in charge of the intensity,” you breathed into the mic. “Shall we see if he’s any good?”
You gave a slight nod.
Sunghoon’s thumb pressed a button.
A low, steady buzz erupted inside you. It was a gentle hum, a pleasant warmth. You let your head fall back, a smile touching your lips. “Mmm, starting off easy on me? That’s sweet.”
The chat scrolled.
stickiriki: TELL HIM TO TURN IT UP
injangsdad: He looks so focused lol
seonwoo333: His hands…
Sunghoon’s eyes were fixed on the screen, watching the live feed, watching you. His expression was unreadable. He pressed another button.
The vibration jumped in intensity. It was no longer a hum now, more a persistent, insistent thrum right against your most sensitive spot. Your breath hitched. Your hips gave an involuntary little jerk. “Oh,” you gasped, the sound soft but picked up crisply by the mic. “Okay. There we go.”
He watched your reaction on the screen, his own breathing deepening. He was a quick learner. He adjusted the setting again, this time cycling through a pattern. It started slow, then escalated to a frantic pulse, then dropped back to nothing, leaving you aching and clenched around the empty buzz.
“Fuck,” you whispered, your persona slipping for a second. You were no longer performing for the faceless crowd, you were performing for him. You were trying to read his face, to see what made his breath catch, what made his knuckles whiten on the remote. God, you were so fucking soaked for him, pussy clenching around nothing but air, desperate for his thick fingers or that fat cock to stretch you wide instead of this teasing toy buried deep in your dripping slit.
He finally settled on a rhythm that had your vision blurring little by little: a frantic, buzzing assault like a swarm of eager tongues lashing your swollen clit and inner walls without mercy. A sharp cry ripped from your throat, back snapping off the pillows as electric jolts shot straight to your core. One hand clawed at your heaving tits, fingers twisting your stiff nipples through the sheer lace until every part of you throbbed like a second heartbeat, the other pressing flat against your quivering belly, as if you could trap the sensation inside your spasming cunt.
“Sungh—,” you almost moaned his name, cutting yourself off with a bitten lip. “More.”
He didn’t increase the power. Instead, he started to play.
He’d let the brutal pattern continue until you were writhing, your thighs trembling, until pleas were tumbling from your lips unbidden—“please, god, right there, don’t stop”—and then he’d cut it off entirely. The sudden absence was a torment worse than the vibration. You’d whimper, your body seeking friction against the sheets. He’d just wait, eyes hooded and ravenous on the feed, devouring every twitch of your sweat-slicked skin, every heave of your lace-clad tits, as you crashed down from the edge only for the hunger to claw back fiercer. Then he'd flick it on again, slamming you right back into that torturous bliss, your juices squirting in messy spurts around the buzzing egg.
It was torture. It was exquisite. You were his marionette, strings yanked by his whims, and he was discovering the joy of pulling on them. Fuck, it made you wetter than ever. The chat was a blur of encouragement and tipping notifications. The sound of digital coins chiming was a constant backdrop.
userace: Shit lmao look at that slut squirm
BbyDvl: dont let up until shes screaming
Lurkr89: Edge her until she breaks
You were close. So, so close. The coil in your belly was wound tight, a spring about to snap. You were mumbling, a stream of consciousness filled with “yes” and “there” and “just like that.” You looked directly into the camera lens. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna come. Please, let me come.”
Sunghoon’s thumb hovered over the button. He looked from the screen to your actual body on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He gave one sharp, definitive nod.
And turned the vibrator to its maximum setting.
The orgasm ripped through you with no warning, a white-hot detonation that seized every muscle. You moaned, high and loud and continuous as the vibrations continued, milking the shockwaves from you, until you were a shuddering, boneless heap, the babydoll soaked with sweat, your inner muscles fluttering weakly around the still-buzzing egg.
Slowly, he turned the remote off.
Silence, save for your ragged panting and the chime of more tips. The viewer count had skyrocketed.
You lay there, spent, floating. You saw Sunghoon place the remote carefully on your desk. He stepped fully into the ring of light. He came to the edge of the bed. He didn’t look at you. He looked directly into the camera lens.
His first words on stream were not to you.
“Was that good for you?” he asked the audience, his voice a low, smooth baritone that sent a fresh jolt through your spent body. He reached down and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your babydoll. In one fluid motion, he pulled it up and over your head, tossing it aside. You were completely naked now, exposed under the bright light and the gaze of thousands, your skin gleaming.
You made a small, vulnerable sound, trying to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists in one large hand, pinning them above your head on the pillow. He held them there effortlessly, finally glancing down at you. His eyes were black with lust.
“She comes pretty easily, doesn’t she?” he said, back to the camera. A patronizing, almost clinical tone. As if you were an object. “One little toy and she falls apart.” He used his free hand to trail a finger from your throat, down between your breasts, over your quivering stomach. “But that was just the warm-up, right? You didn’t pay to just see a toy do the work.”
The chat was moving too fast to read, a waterfall of explicit encouragement and demands.
He released your wrists. “Turn over,” he said, the command quiet but absolute. “On your knees. Face the headboard.”
Trembling, every nerve still alight from your orgasm, you obeyed. You got onto your hands and knees, presenting your pussy to the camera behind you. You heard the rustle of his clothes, the snap of elastic. Then, the hot, heavy weight of his erection rested against your inner thigh.
He didn’t enter you immediately. He ran the head of his thick, hard cock through your soaked folds, gathering your wetness, teasing your entrance. You pushed back against him, a needy little grind, but he held your hip firmly, keeping you still.
“Look at her,” he said to the lens, his voice dripping with condescending admiration. “Desperate for it. She’s dripping all over my cock and I haven’t even put it in yet.” He gave a short, dark chuckle. “Should we make her wait? Let her beg a little more? What do you think, guys?”
You heard the ching of a large tip. He hummed. “A hundred dollars says ‘fuck her now.’ Can’t argue with that.”
Without any further preamble, he gripped your hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and drove into you in one deep, merciless thrust.
You shrieked, the massive girth stretching your soaked pussy walls to their limit, filling every inch of your greedy hole in a way no toy ever could. He held still for a torturous second, letting you feel his veiny shaft throbbing inside you, letting the audience watch how his fat cockhead kissed your cervix while your puffy lips clung to his base.
Then he started pounding you raw.
He was relentless, his deep, punishing strokes rocking your body forward, heavy balls slapping wetly against your swollen clit with every filthy plunge. The room filled with obscene sounds: the slick squelch of your arousal coating his pistoning cock, your desperate whimpers turning to drawn-out moans, his ragged grunts as he fucked you like an animal. One hand clamped on your hip, yanking you back to meet his thrusts, the other braced on the headboard, his dark eyes glued to your face.
“See how this dirty little slut takes my cock?” he growled for the viewers, voice gravelly and commanding, treating you like his personal fucktoy. “No shame at all,” he scoffed. “She’d beg for this pounding all night if the tips rolled in, wouldn’t you?” He rammed in extra hard on the last word, grinding his thick shaft against your g-spot until you sobbed, your cunt gushing fresh juices of arousal around him.
valsbn: Fuck yeah, wreck that sloppy pussy
heehee: Pound her harder, I wanna see her squirt all over that dick
bnoo: hot as hell ill tip more for creampie close-up
pjjong: $200 to make her say thank you.
He read it. He leaned down, his chest pressing against your sweaty back, his mouth near your ear, but his words were still for the audience. “They want you to say thank you to me for railing your sloppy cunt. Think you can manage that while I’m fucking you like this?”
You were a babbling mess, reduced to pathetic whines and gasps, your brain fried from the relentless stretch. He yanked your hips back viciously, tilting his angle to batter that sweet spot deep inside, making your vision explode with white-hot pleasure. “T-thank—fuck—ngh! Thank you!” you wailed, the words torn from your throat as your pussy clenched hungrily around his invading girth.
“Good,” he purred, straightening up again, resuming his punishing pace. “But I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet. Hiding this from me. Putting herself on display for everyone but me.” His thrusts turned feral, each one slamming his thick head against your cervix, your arousal squirting out with every withdrawal, soaking his balls and the sheets. You felt another orgasm building, clit throbbing desperately. “Should we let her come again?” he hummed, as if he was thinking about it. “I don’t know. She seems pretty greedy. Maybe she needs to earn it.”
His hand snaked around your waist, rough fingers zeroing in on your engorged clit, rubbing furious, slippery circles in perfect sync with his pounding rhythm. The onslaught shattered you—his massive cock dragging along your slick walls, hitting every sensitive ridge, while his digits ground against your nub, sending electric jolts straight to your spasming core. You babbled incoherently, a filthy stream of pleas spilling from your drool-slick lips.
“Please—hngh—please, I’ll earn it, I’ll be good—be your good girl, just let me, please—”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he said, his tone mockingly gracious, ramping up the pressure on your clit until it pulsated with need. His thrusts went wild, losing all control—frantic, hip-snapping drives that chased his release while demolishing yours, his thick cock swelling even bigger inside your clenching heat.
The second orgasm was different—a deep, rolling quake that started in your core and radiated outwards, making stars burst under the darkness of your eyelids. Your internal muscles clamped down on him in vicious, rhythmic pulses, milking his cock, and you heard his sharp, guttural groan right next to the microphone.
“Fuck—she’s squeezing me so tight—gonna—” His voice cracked, all narration forgotten. He buried himself balls-deep one final time, body jerking violently, hot ropes of thick cum erupting from his pulsing tip to paint your insides white. He pumped you full, overflow spilling out around his still-twitching girth.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing and the final, celebratory chimes from the tip jar on screen. The viewer count was holding steady.
Sunghoon stayed buried inside you, his weight partially on your back, both of you slick with sweat. Them, slowly, he pulled out. The loss was acute, and you collapsed onto your stomach, turning your head to look at him.
He didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, his hand came down hard on your ass in a sharp, stinging slap that made you yelp, your spent body jolting. “Turn around,” he ordered, his voice still rough with the aftershocks of his orgasm. “They want to see you.”
You whimpered pathetically, muscles like jelly as you rolled onto your back, legs splitting open, your drenched thighs slick with sweat, arousal, and his leaking cum. Your tits heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard. Sunghoon’s strong hand seized your jaw, fingers digging into your soft skin as he wrenched your face toward the camera, forcing your swollen lips into a pouty ‘O’ shape. His other hand clamped onto your inner thigh, yanking it high and wide to expose your wrecked cunt to the lens—puffy lips gaping, creamy cum oozing out in thick rivulets, mixing with your gushing juices to form a filthy puddle on the sheets.
Your face was pure pornographic bliss: eyes glazed, lips swollen, hair a tangled mess, and a drowsy, cock-drunk expression that left no doubt about just how thoroughly he’d ruined you. The chat exploded instantly.
userace: bet her pussys still twitching for round two fill her up again
stickiriki: Fuck i need my mouth on those tits
ilovesalsa02: holy shit she looks like a glazed donut lmao
jsxlo: $500 TO KISS HER RN
Sunghoon glanced at the monitor, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned in closer to the camera, his grip tightening on your jaw ever so slightly. “Look at her,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, dripping with possessive satisfaction. “So fucking pretty.” More tips chimed like a victory song, and Sunghoon’s smirk deepened as he straightened, still holding you in place for the audience to gawk at. “Well, I hope you enjoyed the show,” he said. “That’s all for today.”
With that, he reached out and ended the stream with a decisive click.
The sudden silence was deafening. The bright ring light felt exposing, harsh. You were both panting.
Sunghoon looked down at you, and in his eyes was something complex that you couldn’t quite decipher in your fucked-out state. He opened his mouth to speak just as your phone, connected to the stream dashboard, buzzed violently on the nightstand. The notification preview glowed:
explicit content ⨾ 𝒻!reader ✶ unprotected sex creampie oral( 𝑚 ) slight gagging overstim rough sex belly bulge fingering praise + dirty talk messy sex ／ 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐑
“shit baby, what are you doin’?” your boyfriend pants, all sweaty and flushed, slumped against the headboard of your bed. “you didn’t think we were done, did you?” you coo, crawling back into his lap.
by now, you boyfriend had fucked you twice— once on the couch after you clung to him right when he walked through the door, and the second time, ten minutes ago on the bed. sunghoon was sated to say the least, body spent from the tires of his day and now you.
“yn,” he starts, tilting his head as his hand find your hips. “what, baby? i told you, i needed you..” your hands run down his chest, the muscles flexing under your touch. “yeah, and i gave it to you twice.” he grins.
“yeah, well..” you trail off, looking at him all pretty. “i haven’t had my fill yet. just one more, please?” you lean in, nuzzling your nose with his. sunghoon knew he could never say no to you, but he could only give so much.
“but, baby, i—” “shh,” you cut him off, kissing down his already marked up neck and down his chest. “i know.. just trust me..” you murmur against his skin, making his breath hitch. “fuck.. okay..”
he felt as you moved down to the sticky mess between his thighs, his softening cock hanging. your breath ghosts over it, and it jumps a little. “shit—” he twitches. you take this as a sign and arch your ass up for him to see while your lips ghost over the side of him.
your fingers wrap around it, the angry tip still a dark pink and you suck it into your mouth. he lets out a groan from above you, the thump of his head falling to the headboard registers in your ears. you give small licks to his cock, sucking lightly to work him up gently.
“fuck, baby, a little harder please..” he moans, hand finding your cheek. “yeah?” you whisper, letting a glob of your spit drip down his slit and it trails down a bulging vein. “holy—yn, quit teasing.” you giggle, wrapping your hands around the base of his hardened cock. “alright, alright.” then your cheeks are hollowing, and tongue swirling as you take him as deep as you could.
you get messy with it, drool spilling out of your mouth as the salty taste of your cum mixed with his from before floods your mouth. each slurp from you is louder than the last. his eyes flutter shut, a hint of overstimulation there but not overriding the pleasure. “just like that..” he moans, rolling his hips up until your nose nudges his abdomen.
hearing you gag softly makes him moan, backing off with how much he thrusted up into your mouth. you could feel how hard he was, your hands moving down to squeeze at his balls, making his thighs tremble. “s-shit..”
“baby, you’re gonna have to stop unless you want me to cum right now..” he pants, fingers tracing your cheekbone. you throat flexes with another small gag, your eyes glossy. sucking all the way back up to the tip, a string of spit connects you as you reluctantly pull away. you keep your eyes on his now tall-standing, hard and throbbing cock.
“you’re insatiable.. c’mere.” he tugs you up, making you straddle him again. eagerly, you comply, your puffy clit catching his tip on accident, drawing a needy moan from you. “i need you so bad, hoonie.” you bite your plush and sticky lip. his thumb swipes under it, catching some of your spit before he brings it down and rubs it on your clit.
your back straightens, a breathy sound escaping you. “please..” “yeah?” he pants, watching you, his desperate girlfriend, grind herself on his thumb for the slightest bit of friction. “ride me then. make yourself feel good on my cock.”
without needing to be told again, you grab his length behind you and line yourself up, rubbing the head back and forth for more pleasure, but more so to tease him. “c’mon..” he urges, leaning back more and tugging you down.
his eyes stare at the way your pussy lips swallow his cock, taking him inch by inch. “oh, god.” he moaned. there was something about the way you felt after already being fucked, your walls sucking him in perfectly, his cock kissing your cervix as you bottom out. “shit..” he rasps. his fingers trace across the outline of his cock in your tummy. “look at that..”
you moan, arching into him which just makes the hard line of him press in all the right spots inside you. “my own little pocket pussy, hm?” he caresses your bare tits, groping gently for now. “yes, yes.. hoonie. all yours..”
“good girl.” he praises, bucking his hips up once to get you moving. “go on,” you whimper, hands steadying yourself on his abs. he smirks. “not so bossy now that you’re stuffed full, huh? you gonna ride me or do i need to do it myself?” he quirks a brow. you swallow, knowing what you wanted. and so did he.
he roughly tugs your torso down until your face is in the crook of his neck, positioning his feet on the bed so he could take control from under you. “spoiled fucking girl.. get everything you want.”
but even as he speaks, his hands slide down your sides almost reverently before finding your ass and groping and squeezing at the flesh. and before you knew it, he was fucking up into at a brutal pace, no ounce of remorse for your sensitive pussy.
“aaah-aah—hoon!” you whine in a tiny voice, hands gripping the sheets and his shoulder. “no, you wanted this.” he grunts, never slowing or stopping. “s-so fuckin’ take it.” he pulls at your ass, spreading your cheeks to reach deeper. each pound of his cock inside you sent you jolting forward, your eyes rolling back. “ngh—”
“that’s it..” he coos, panting as your juices squirt out with how wet you were. you throbbed around him, his cock twitching each time. “you’re close, aren’t you?” he taunts. “aren’t you? needy girl.” he nips at your ear, pulling more whines and mewls from your lips. “say it.”
“mmh—yes. i’m g-gonna cum..” you murmur quietly. “give it to me.” he grunts darkly, now chasing his orgasm too when he feels the way your walls twitch around him. the noises in the room were lewd; wet squelching and pornographic moans from both of you. a layer of sweat forms between you as you cry out when your orgasm washes over you.
even then, he doesn’t stop. you wanted this, right? “fuckfuck—sunghoon!” he hears your whines and pleads of overstimulation but he doesn’t register it. he keeps fucking into you ruthlessly, more of your juices splash out and onto the sheets, his thighs and his cock. the warmth and the feeling makes him loose it again. “shit—” he cums hard, deep in your pussy once again.
his semen shoots through you, oozing out into your womb. you let out a sharp cry into his neck, biting on the skin there as you take his load. “mmh—oh my gosh..” you pant in shallow breaths, thighs spasming.
a hand tugs your head up, and he looks over your fucked out face. cheeks flushes, lips plump from where you were biting on them, eyes dazed. his cock continues to thrust inside you but the pace has slowed. “got your fuckin’ fill yet, baby?” he asks, flipping you over and tantalizingly slow, pulls his cock out.
your eyes flutter as you shift under him, legs spread wide. “y-yes..” you murmur. he grins, the corners of his lips curled sharply. “you sure?” he dips down, kissing your sweat-slicked skin.
“mhm..” you hum, but his fingers find their way to your sloppy cunt. “see, i just don’t think so..” he starts, his fingers sliding in and out of your pussy, smearing his cum all over. “this little pussy’s still begging for attention.” he dips in his middle and ring finger, cupping your heat before flicking his fingers where they were inside you. “fuck!” you jolt, brows knitting together.
the sound of your spent and sopping wet pussy fills the silence. “see? hear how messy and desperate she is?” he withdrawals his fingers, showing them into your mouth forcefully. you moan around them, tongue swirling around the digits instinctively. “mmph—”
“but.. if you say you’re done..” he shrugs. his words process and you shake your head no vigorously, still sucking on his salty fingers. his thigh slides between yours, cock brushing your tummy. you immediately start to grind on it, obviously still desperate.
“that’s what i thought.” he pulls his thigh away, pushing his fingers down on your tongue. “get on all fours.” he demands, yanking his fingers from your lips. and of course, you do.
“now, you’re gonna take everything i give you like a good girl. understand? you want it so fucking bad, i’m gonna give it to you.”
synopsis you and sunghoon have been best friend's for years. he bullies you, he's mean sometimes, but you just see it as friendly playfulness. lately, he's been acting out more than usual. are you slipping out of his control? you know you can't leave him, baby.
cw heavy nsfw (mdni), toxicbsf!sunghoon so he's rly rly mean to reader he’s terrible, jealous/possessive!sunghoon, manipulation, dubcon (sunghoon gets drunk but its vague so it can be interpreted as him faking it), meandom!sunghoon, heavy degradation, he calls reader loser, stupid girl, dumb girl, baby, fingering, handjob, oral (fem rec.), hair pulling, ass up face down, edging, there is not a hint of praise he gives reader, no protection but no creampie, no aftercare mentioned, reader is EXACTLY where she wants to be <3, jake and hee appearances, intak from p1harmony appearance, hoon is lowkey delusional, i don't proofread lolz
wc 7.5k+
from a distance, sunghoon’s face scrunches up in a grimace. loser can’t even flirt right, he thinks to himself, his lips curving downwards into a slight frown.
and by loser, he means you.
he cringes to himself as you flirt with intak, someone who he knows you’ve been trying to get with for a while now. sunghoon’s eyes zone in on your flirtatious touches on intak’s arm and hands, giggling while looking up at him with the obvious look of being into him. he scoffs loudly, enough to capture the attention of jake and heeseung who are sitting beside him.
“what’s got your panties in a twist, bro?” jake snickers, looking at sunghoon’s crinkled up nose in disdain. heeseung follows sunghoon’s gaze, finding you and intak flirting with each other. heeseung snorts, chuckling as he watches intak’s hand trail onto your waist, gripping at the flesh. he mentally thinks: 1, 2, 3…
on cue, sunghoon stands up from the couch, passing and shoving his way through the large group of drunk and sweaty students. he clears his throat when he approaches behind you, his figure shadowing over you and trying to size up intak in the most subtle manner.
“yo, don’t we have business administrations together? you know what the hell the professor was talkin’ about today?” sunghoon blatantly interrupts whatever you’re saying mid-sentence, completely disregarding your presence as he greets intak.
intak looks up, away from your eyes as he looks at sunghoon. he smiles, nodding as he rubs the nape of his neck. “yeah, man! i think we do… but i literally have no clue what she was yapping about,” he shrugs, offering a crooked smile apologetically.
but sunghoon could care less that intak didn’t know what was happening in class. no, his only goal was to get him away from you. he’s already told you multiple times that intak was way out of your league, so what the fuck are you doing? talking to him? he mentally scoffs.
sunghoon completely distracts intak’s attention away from you, the poor boy unaware of sunghoon’s true intentions as they get to know each other and talk shit about the professor they share. and you’re pissed, lips parting in shock as sunghoon and intak just left you out like that, despite still being in between them.
“oh, what the fuck!” you groan out loud, uncaring of making a scene in front of intak. you shove past sunghoon, a scowl on your face as you carry yourself and your red solo cup filled with jungle juice, to the couch where sunghoon was previously sitting at.
heeseung raises a brow at your appearance, pushing through the crowds before plopping down on the empty end of the couch. “damn. cockblocked?” heeseung asks, though rhetorically since he already knew the answer. jake tsks in response, shaking his head as he lets out an audible sigh through the loud bass of the music, he saw it coming from a mile away.
you only roll your eyes, nose scrunched up as you take a swig of the jungle juice. “intak was totally about to take me home, too!” you grumble, pouting into your drink that’s pressed up against your lips, eyeing sunghoon and intak’s conversation.
after lingering at the party for a while (alone, might you add), sunghoon eventually departs from his long ass conversation with intak. “c’mon, let’s take you home,” he says as he walks up to you, sitting and pouting on the couch beside his friends who tried to cheer you up, but their efforts were in vain.
you huff, giving him the cold shoulder but you stand up anyway, tilting your head up snobbishly as you make a beeline to the door. he was your ride back home anyway (intak would have been, if sunghoon didn’t cockblock you), so you don’t really have a snarky retort to say back to him.
sunghoon only chuckles at your attitude, giving a goodbye wave to his friends before following after you. he throws an arm over your shoulder when he catches up to you, the cool air of the night welcoming the both of you when you step outside the frat house. “aww, what’s got you all pouty?” he asks, feigning innocence as he pokes at your puffed out cheeks.
you frown, brows knitting together tightly as you give him a pointed look that screams ‘you! you dipshit.’ and yeah, sunghoon knows very well it was him, and he couldn’t be more proud of himself.
he keeps his arm draped over your shoulders, taking his car keys out to unlock the doors. the car beeps in response, opening up the passenger door for you before playfully shoving your shoulder to get you inside. you dramatically fall into the seat, trying to make him feel somewhat bad, but he only grins at you unapologetically.
the drive back home was silent, save for the muffled radio, as you look out your window solemnly. you act like you’ve lost everything in your life, your job, money, family, when really you’ve only just lost a potential boyfriend, but tomato, tomato!
sunghoon side eyes you, keeping one hand on the steering wheel while his other relaxes on the center console of the car. he chuckles at your still pouty face, rolling his eyes. “seriously? you really thought you would have a chance with him? he says bluntly, a frown ghosting his face but he quickly replaces it with a neutral expression.
you curl into yourself at his mean words. “he was literally offering to take me home, sunghoon. you totally ruined it for me,” you mumble, frowning as you stare at your reflection through the window. this would not mark the first time sunghoon had ruined something potential for you, he’s always quick to shut you or them off, and it pisses you off to no end. he’s always throwing around claims that you’re too good for them, or they are too good for you. which fucking one is it, sunghoon?
sunghoon’s brows furrow at your words, the corner of his lips twitching into a frown. “he was only going to do that to be nice. did you expect something to happen out of it?” he says dryly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as his eyes zone in even more on the road in front of him as if distracting himself from your point on intak.
“yes, i did! he was being really touchy, which is always a good sign. and he was matching my flirting,” you continue defend yourself, but it won’t make a difference. you’re not in intak’s car. you’re in sunghoon’s car.
sunghoon doesn’t say anything else, leaving the conversation hanging. he knows he’s right. you know that sunghoon’s right. after all, he’s your best friend. he has the best intentions for you, right?
he pulls up in your apartment that you share with a few other girls, and he thinks about bringing up how you should just move in with him. there’s so many better benefits living with him than being cramped in an apartment with three other girls, but he digresses. you’ll just brush him off again. he turns his head to look at you, head leaned against the headrest. his eyes brush over your figure before he meets your face again. “goodnight,” he says casually.
you squint your eyes at him, wanting to stay mad, but you can’t. you sigh, playfully rolling your eyes while unbuckling your seatbelt. “goodnight, hoon.”
the question of how you’re even friends with sunghoon hangs in the air as you leave his car. but oh, sunghoon knows it all too well.
he remembers– sophomore year of high school, when he got partnered up with you for a stupid history project. the two of you fought the entire evening at the library about which era of history you wanted to do. nothing got done that day, the both of you couldn’t even decide on a topic before you got kicked out because you both were yelling talking too loud.
but then you guys were able to finally get to an agreement (even though sunghoon still would’ve preferred to do the industrial revolution, but whatever), and after that, it was smooth sailing. the project went by so fast, the two of you working like two peas in a pod. when the project came to an end, and the both of you had no longer any reason to talk to each other, he started to get desperate.
“you wanna study for chem together?” he would ask in a soft whisper, leaning his side towards you while keeping an eye on the history teacher that’s lecturing.
you would then give him that scowl he always expects nowadays whenever he said something stupid that he already knew the answer to. “i don’t have chem. i’m taking physics.”
“oh. right. then how about stats?” he would try again, brows raising a bit in interest to gauge out your reply.
“... i’m taking calculus,” you would answer, but you had forgotten that you were in a class setting, your voice was at its normal speaking level. you got your first detention that day.
but sunghoon didn’t, the teacher only caught you speaking despite you trying to throw sunghoon under the bus. don’t worry though, sunghoon spent the rest of his classes, stirring up trouble to get detention with you. although he did get detention for the week instead of just a day, but he thought it was worth it anyway.
sunghoon was planning the entire time in his last class before detention, thinking about what topics to talk about with you so that the two of you weren’t just going to sit in complete and awkward silence. but his plans get shattered when he walks in, a triumphant grin on his face (even though he didn’t even win anything??) falling within seconds when he hears you laugh, spotting jake sitting across from you.
what the fuck. he stares at the two of you, unaware of his entrance until the teacher tells you and jake to be quiet before directing his gaze back at sunghoon, instructing him to sit down. sunghoon plops on the chair beside you, giving jake a scrutinizing gaze that speaks when the fuck did you get detention?!
to which, jake tells sunghoon that he got caught throwing paper airplanes at jay’s head during calculus. but all sunghoon got from that answer was that you and jake shared a common class– calculus. fuck, maybe he should have listened to his counselor when they told him to take calculus instead of statistics.
and after a long two and a half hours of painful silence after the teacher yelled at the three of you to stop chatting, detention was finally over. jake had to rush to leave, catching the soccer coach to tell him why he had to miss practice, leaving you and sunghoon together.
“it’s getting dark. do you walk home?” he asked, throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he watched you pack up.
you nod in response, eyes flickering over to the window. the sun hadn’t even set yet. “i do. it’s not too far, maybe ten minutes,” you shrugged, adjusting the straps of your own backpack.
“i’ll walk you then,” he said simply, walking out of the classroom, not bothering to look behind him to make sure that you were even following him. at the time, you looked over at how he didn’t leave any room for argument. he really hadn’t changed since.
“holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” you practically squeal, your eyes glued to your phone as you’re walking over to sunghoon’s car. sunghoon merely furrows his brow in confusion, his back leaned against the door of the car from waiting for your class to end.
“fucking finally. what took you so long? i thought you ended at 1:30. not 1:50,” he grumbled, clearly displeased over waiting twenty minutes for you.
you finally peel your eyes away from your phone, a way too happy grin on your face that makes sunghoon suspicious. “intak gave me his number! he waited outside of my lecture, found me, and asked me out! isn’t that so cute?” you gush, walking over to the passenger side of his car and getting in.
sunghoon follows suit, except his expression is now sour. his jaw ticked, sliding into the driver's seat but he doesn’t make a move to buckle his seatbelt. “how does he know where your lecture is?” he asks before scoffing, “stalker much?”
you shrug. “i think jake told him. they share accounting together,” you respond, not noticing your best friend’s mood practically deflating like a popped balloon since you’re so zoned in on your phone, replying to a text to intak.
without thinking, sunghoon snatched your phone from your hands. his eyes skimmed through the exchanged messages, a smirk on his face. “hey! give it back to me! what’re you doing?!” you exclaim, your hands reaching to grab your phone back but sunghoon is quicker, smushing your face away so that your hands aren’t in reach to grab your phone.
“this is real cute, y/n. i love the part where you try to be all mysterious. ‘pick me up at eight?’” he mocks you, his voice going up a few pitches higher which only makes you more irritated.
“shut up! give it back to me now, seriously!” you whine, practically fighting with his hand pressed against the side of your face but he’s relentless, using his strength to his advantage to keep you at an arm’s distance.
sunghoon only chuckles at your weak efforts to steal your phone back. “ooh, look. he just replied to you. he said he’ll be there and that he’s real excited to see you. it’d be a true shame if i…” he clears his throat, his thumb pressing on the microphone button, “yo, intak. it’s sunghoon, you remember me, right? heard delta gamma’s hosting a killer party tonight. you’re coming, right? someone’s gotta hold the keg for me. see you there!” send.
you furrow your brows at sunghoon, stopping your flailing arms to push his hand away from your face. “what are you doing?! he already agreed to tonight, there’s no way he’ll agree to go,” you scoff, having full confidence in intak.
sunghoon tilts his head at you curiously, a thick brow cocked up and an infuriating smirk on his face. “yeah? oh, look. he’s typing. what’s he saying… ugh blah blah why do you have y/n’s phone… oh! he said he’ll be at the party tonight. guess your little date is canceled,” he says with a casual shrug, tossing your phone carelessly onto your lap and letting your face go.
you quickly grab your phone, not believing what sunghoon said. but intak really did agree to go to the party. you clench your jaw, an upset frown on your face. when you don’t say anything, sunghoon rolls his eyes, “oh, come on, y/n. i bet he wasn’t even going to take you anywhere special. probably somewhere where he takes every other girl to, you’re not special.”
your entire face falls. you were already frowning, but now you’re just staring at sunghoon, eyes empty. sunghoon looks back at you after a small chuckle at himself, but he quickly shuts up when he notices your expression.
“what? don’t give me that face,” sunghoon says, an agitated frown now appearing on his face, his brows furrowing as he has the audacity to look confused.
you don’t say anything. you just turn your head away, looking out the window. “just take me back home,” you mumble, ignoring your phone buzzing with texts from intak.
sunghoon’s eyes narrow at you, watching you practically throw a pouty fit as you look out his window like you were in a sitcom movie. he sighs, rolling his eyes before extending out his hand and grabbing your face to look at him again. his fingers squish at your cheeks, making your lips pout out. “nah. i’m hungry so we’re going out to eat,” he says simply, letting go of you before clicking on his seatbelt and turning on the engine of his car.
you blink at him. then you scoff, rolling your eyes as you make a show of being pissed off, turning your entire body towards the door with your arms crossed over your chest. sunghoon merely glances at you at the corner of his eyes, his smirk resting on his lips as he pulls out of the parking lot wordlessly.
sunghoon parks in front of some dessert shop. you’re still stubbornly looking out the window, not even aware that he’s looking at you now. he smirks again, nudging your shoulder across the center console. “fine. stay in here while i enjoy a good ol’ yogurt bowl myself.”
you almost immediately turn in your seat, looking at him first before you direct your attention to the shop you’re parked in front of. your favorite yogurt shop. you always get this when you don’t feel like eating a whole, heavy meal but still need to eat something.
before you can say anything, sunghoon’s already getting out of the car. he holds his key up tauntingly through the window, his thumb hovering over the lock button to threaten locking you in his car. you fumble with the car handle, pushing it open just before he can lock you in.
“i hate you,” you grumble, narrowing your eyes at him but you’re already walking towards the shop’s door.
“i hate you more,” he drawls with a lazy grin, following you inside.
after you both order and get your bowls, you slide into a booth seat. sunghoon slides in beside you instead of the opposite side. you stare at him with disgust as you scoop up the yogurt filled with berries and other toppings.
“what? don’t look at me like that. i paid for your bowl,” he says in a sassy manner, and you crinkle your nose at him. you don’t say anything back, deciding to enjoy your bowl in peace. you both eat in silence for a bit.
and with his fast appetite, he finishes first while you’re only halfway through. he stares at you from the side, watching you take slow bites. he rolls his eyes. “come on, bro. we don’t got all day for you to eat like a sloth,” he scoffs.
you ignore him, now purposefully moving your spoon slowly up to your lips like an actual sloth.
his own eyes squint at you.
“alright,” is all he says before he’s grabbing your face with one hand, his other taking your spoon out of your hand. he scoops up a big bite, and before you can protest, he shoves the spoon into your mouth. he mockingly makes you chew with his hand on your jaw, a satisfied chuckle escaping his lips.
“see? not that hard to eat like a normal person.”
sunghoon insists that you stay at his place so he can take you to delta gamma’s party instead of you going back to yours. evidently, as you sit on the edge of his bed with your arms crossed, you lost the battle.
“i need to go back to get ready,” you insist, deciding to still not give up on the fight.
sunghoon’s typing on his laptop, doing some work. he doesn’t look at you as he speaks. “get ready? you look the same every time. you’re fine,” he mumbles, leaning in a bit to look closer at his laptop screen.
your lips part in offense. you scoff. “ugh, rude much!? i’m literally wearing jeans and a top. i need to change. intak will be there,” you say as if that’ll change sunghoon’s mind.
it only sets him more determined to keep you here.
“if you think changing into… what? some skirt and a top that shows off your tits will change intak’s mind, then you should just give up already,” he says simply, still not looking at you.
you frown. “well, maybe it’s because i also want to feel pretty for myself? god, not everything’s about wanting to dress up for intak…” you mutter, even though intak is probably about 70% of why you want to go back to your apartment to change.
sunghoon glances up at his laptop to look at you. “good. that’s how it should be.”
hours later, you show up to the party with sunghoon. you’re following behind him at first, on your phone, texting intak to ask if he was here yet. sunghoon notices you trailing back a bit, and he scowls.
he grabs your wrist and tugs you forward to move you in front of him instead of behind. you stumble, your brows furrowing in confusion up at him. “what?? i was literally right behind you,” you grumble.
you don’t wait for him to respond as you continue to walk forward into the party, sending out one last text to intak to tell him that you were at the party already. sunghoon looks at your phone screen over your shoulder and rolls his eyes.
heesueng approaches the two of you alongside with jake. they greet sunghoon first with loud shouts. jake throws an arm around your shoulder, glancing at your phone just before you shut it and pocket it away. he grins at you. “oooh, making moves?” jake teases.
you smile, shoving him playfully. “well, my move was originally better with a planned date,” you say, emphasizing date as you glance over at sunghoon. jake caught the insinuation that sunghoon ruined it for you.
he unloops his arm around your shoulders, pushing your back forward towards the main party to get away from the doorway. “just means you gotta make it up here instead,” he whispers in your ear so that sunghoon won’t hear.
sunghoon’s staring at you and jake the whole interaction.
you don’t know how many hours has passed. maybe minutes? time blurred after a few shots, and by few, more like 6-7 shots. you’re laughing and dancing with your friends and some strangers, surrounded by them before a hand touches your shoulder.
you glance up, seeing that it was intak. your eyes light up. “oh my gosh! hey, you found me!” you grin happily, turning around fully to face your body towards him.
intak smiles down at you, dimples peeking out. he has a red solo cup in his hand, hat backwards on his head. “yeah, ‘course i did. it wasn’t hard to find you. it’s like you have a spotlight shining down on you,” he flirts, and it sounds so genuine and cute from him that your drunk smile falters with awe.
you part the dance circle with your hand in intak’s as he leads you away. you don’t even hesitate, the alcohol making you more courageous yet oblivious to sunghoon stilling in the dance circle, watching your backs disappear in the crowd.
you spend the majority of the party alongside intak. he introduces you to his friends, but doesn’t linger long. you find it romantic. he wants you to meet his friends, but he also wants to still spend alone time with you.
sunghoon fucking hates it.
“he’s hogging her.” sunghoon’s voice comes out as a low growl, sulking in the corner of the couch. his eyes are absentmindedly watching people dance, totally (definitely not) finding it more entertaining than watching you be all touchy with intak in the corner of the house.
heeseung and jake don’t bother hiding their eyes watching you and intak.
“sounds a lot like someone i know,” heeseung remarks, sharing a glance with jake. they both snicker.
sunghoon’s brows furrow, sharp eyes darting over to them. “fuck’s that supposed to mean?”
heeseung raises his hands in mock surrender. “man, come on. she looks like she’s having a good time. leave her alone,” jake interjects, shrugging his shoulders indifferently.
sunghoon scowls. wordlessly, he gets up but he doesn’t move to you. he moves to the kitchen instead, pouring himself another drink. heeseung sits up straighter on the couch, watching sunghoon from a distance.
“...shit. should we stop him?” heeseung asks, grimacing slightly as he watches sunghoon continue to pour vodka in the red solo cup.
jake visibly winces as he sees sunghoon down the liquor as if he’s the one who drank it. “...naahhh…he knows his limits…”
moments before absolute disaster.
“can i kiss you?” intak asks you. he’s slightly leaning down, just enough to tower over you but he’s the one with his back against the wall. totally voluntary, by the way.
you smile, your head tilting up at him cheekily. “i’d like that,” you hum, going on your tippy toes to meet your lips with his. your hand reaches up, holding his jaw. he reacts instantly, kissing you back. it’s soft, cute, nothing like the other students messily making out around you.
you both smile against each other. “don’t pull away. c’mere,” he whispers, bringing your face to his again to kiss you again when you pull away slightly. the kiss becomes more deliberate. the bumping frat music blurs in the background, and you focus on the feeling of his lips moving against yours.
suddenly, you feel a sharp tug on your hair. you moan into his mouth, not yet realizing that intak has both of his hands cupping your face…
then, the tug is sharper, harder. enough to force your lips away from intak. “woah, i–” you’re about to make some joke about how you didn’t know how rough he could be, but intak’s own surprised face confuses you.
“what’s your deal?” intak says first, his eyes not on you but on sunghoon behind you. “we were kinda doing something.”
“i saw that,” sunghoon responds plainly, his fingers still tangled in your hair. you’re so fucking confused. you try to get your head out of his hold, but his fingers only tighten, making you yelp softly.
“let go, man. you’re hurting her,” intak frowns, his eyes darting over to where sunghoon’s hand is in your hair.
sunghoon smirks, a mocking, dry chuckle escaping his lips. “oh, am i? nah, i know what she likes.” he looks down at you with low-lidded eyes. he’s clearly intoxicated, way past his usual threshold of how much he drinks.
his smirk only widens when you don’t say anything. “see? she knows too. i’m her best friend. i know what she can handle.”
you finally sputter out something when you’re out of your shocked daze. “sunghoon! let me go, what the hell is wrong with you!?”
sunghoon blinks down at you, unmoving. then, his smirk disappears. “i’m drunk. you have to take care of me,” he says plainly. his words aren’t even slurring, not really. he still has control even under the influence of alcohol.
it’s scary, honestly.
when you just scoff at him, he suddenly dips his head into the crook of your neck. “i’m drunk. you have to take care of me,” he repeats, his lips brushing against your skin. “take me home. my keys are in my front pocket,” he mumbles softly.
you hesitate. he turns his head in your neck, nose brushing against the side of your throat. “please,” he murmurs.
your hands are moving before you know it. you dig your hand into his front pocket, finding his keys with ease. you turn to intak, a frown on your face. “i’m so sorry…” you apologize with a soft sigh. “i’ll text you…?”
intak glances at sunghoon still resting his head against your neck so intimately. he runs a hand through his hair, lips pursed. “yeahhh… i dunno. i’ll see,” he says vaguely before he leaves.
your lips part, shoulders deflating with disappointment. you don’t notice it, but sunghoon smiles against your shoulder when he hears intak leave.
struggling, you manage to drag sunghoon to his car. you drive to his place, then try to haul him to his room. “sunghoon… you have to carry your weight. you’re so heavy…” you mutter.
his head lolls lazily, temple resting on the top of your head. “mm…coulda’ asked jake or heeseung…” he mumbles his eyes heavy and blurry. he barely makes out his room.
“jake and heeseung already left! why did you suddenly drink so much?” you sigh. before sunghoon can answer, he’s toppling over. you gasp, trying to catch him. he also tries to use you to catch himself. you land clumsily on his bed (thankfully) with sunghoon’s weight on top of you.
“ugh! oh my god, you smell like cheap vodka. get off of me!” you whine, trying to push him off of you. clearly, his time at the gym has paid off as he doesn’t move an inch off of you. you huff in frustration, laying on his bed flatly, exasperated.
sunghoon groans into your neck when you fail to move him off of you. “stop…don’t move. this is how it’s supposed to be…” he mumbles. your brows furrow in confusion, lips parting to ask him what the hell that means, but he speaks again before you can. “saw you kissin’ him.”
you blink up at his ceiling. “uh…yeah?”
“was it good?” he asks as he uses his palms on either side of your head to prop himself off of you. he hovers over you now, blinking down at you lazily.
you raise an eyebrow at him. “yes. it was good. now can you get off of me? you’re making me smell like vodka,” you reply dryly, rolling your eyes.
“mm…” he hums, seemingly in thought. his eyes don’t leave yours. “better than me?”
your eyes dart over to his face, brows furrowing in confusion. “what? we have never–”
his head dips before you can react. his lips press against yours, feverishly. he doesn’t wait for you to kiss him back, his lips already moving against yours. but he knows you. he knows your body. and your body reacts instantly to him, like it was instinct.
he pulls away, his breathing already ragged. yours is too. “better than me?” he asks again, his eyes no longer locked on your eyes. he’s focused on your parted, kiss-bitten lips.
you swallow thickly. “...i-it… was different.”
sunghoon doesn’t ask how. he kisses you again, and he doesn’t waste time. he doesn’t try to do what intak does with the stupid, soft kissing. he kisses you with purpose, like he’s trying to engrain himself onto your lips.
“i’m better,” he breathes against your lips before he slides his tongue into your mouth. you whimper in response, feeling his tongue mesh with yours.
“say it,” he mumbles.
you swear you mishear his voice.
“come on. say it. say i’m better…” he pants out, pulling back just enough to see your face. his brows are furrowed, the corner of his lips forming a hint of a frown.
he was whining.
whining, asking you to say he’s better than intak.
you break into an incredulous smile. “seriously?”
his frown disappears. it’s replaced by a dead, serious look. his gaze is sharp. “very fucking serious. now, are you going to tell me i’m better than that fucking loser or not?” he asks, and you’re not sure when his hand traveled to wrap around your throat.
he’s not applying pressure, but his hand is there. it’s claiming, it’s a threat.
“yes–yes, you’re better. way better,” you whimper out, your chest heaving up and down against his arm.
he smiles. “i know i am, baby,” he mumbles as he dips his head back into your neck. he mouths at your soft skin, his tongue lapping where his lips were. he kisses down your neck like you’re the only thing he wants to taste.
“you’re gonna let me take this off right? for me?” he murmurs as he pulls back enough to paw at your top. the top he refused you to change out of earlier. you nod, biting on your bottom lip as you help him with taking it off.
he drops it carelessly to the floor beside his bed. he mouths your tits, forcefully pulling down your bra like a mere annoying obstacle. he groans around your nipple, practically burying half of his face in your tits.
“i’m hot. take my shirt off of me,” he instructs you, leaning off of you to sit up between your spread thighs. you catch your breath, practically getting whiplash from his actions and words contradicting constantly. but you move, hands peeling his shirt over his head.
he takes his shirt out of your hand before you can toss it to join your top. “the ground’s dirty. can’t have my shirt on there,” he smirks lazily. instead, he pulls the shirt over your head, draping it haphazardly over your stomach. he doesn’t smooth it out for you.
he moves lower, his hands pawing at your jeans. he unbuttons it, watching your reactions. he smiles lazily when you don’t protest or do anything. you let him take off your jeans, let his fingers press into your already damp panties.
he scoffs, leaning back down over you. “man, i just knew you always had a little crush on me,” he mumbles, more so like he’s talking to himself. “i mean, just look at how wet you’re getting for me. holy shit,” he groans as his fingers dip under the waistband of your panties, collecting the arousal pooling between your thighs.
he’s getting impatient. he plays with your soaking pussy for a little bit, enough to have you writhing and whining under him. he even decides to be a little nice and give you two of his fingers. “yeahhh, i know, my fingers are already hard to take, hm? just imagine my cock inside you,” he taunts, guiding your hand to palm his bulge over his own pants.
he feels your gummy walls clench and unclench around his fingers. “aht–” he tsks, pulling his fingers out of you. “were you about to cum, baby?” he chuckles when you whine in protest. “you gotta earn your orgasm, loser.”
he moves off of you, sitting back on his knees now. you’re breathless, back laying on his bed as you watch him stare at you. “what? do the work yourself. god, do i have to do everything for you, dumb girl?”
he rolls his eyes mockingly, his own hands moving to undo his belt and pants. the belt lands with a clatter on the floor, pants and boxers following. his hard, aching cock springs up, and he hisses at the lack of confinement.
you blink at his cock. he merely raises an eyebrow at you. he clicks his tongue in annoyance. he wraps his hand around your wrist, bringing your hand to his cock. “what? afraid of it?” he teases, his smirk only widening when he sees your fingers don’t even meet when you wrap your hand around his cock.
you’re also in awe. your hand doesn’t move. you just stare at his twitching cock in the palm of your hand. you don’t notice that he leans down a bit to spit onto his cock, making it wet. “come on, stupid girl. i already made it wet for you. all you gotta do is just move your hand up and down. really, it’s not that hard,” he grumbles, running a hand lazily through his hair.
you whimper at his words, moving off your back to sit up a bit. your hand starts to move, his spit dripping onto your fist. a loud squelch resounds around his room, and he tips his head back in pleasure but no sound comes from him.
with a determined frown to get something out of him, you twist your wrist. your thumb swipes at the sensitive underside of his cock, seeing some pre-cum leak out of him. his breath hitches, and even though the reaction is so miniscule, it motivates you.
you continue, now using your other hand to join in. it elicits a rough groan out of him, his eyes closing in pleasure. you bite on your lower lip, watching him. with more motivation, you lower your head to take him in your mouth. your lips barely wrap around him before his hands fly to your hair, pulling you off of him immediately.
he holds your face up close to his. “did i say to use your fucking mouth?” he asks. he doesn’t wait for you to answer. “just a cock hungry loser, aren’t you?” he sighs as if he doesn’t know what to do with you.
but of course, he does.
he manhandles you with ease, shoving your face down into the mattress, hiking your hips up with your ass presented to him. his palm smoothes over the fat, a low, satisfied hum vibrating in his throat. “but you’re only going to take my cock, okay? only crave my cock…” he murmurs.
you expect a slap to your ass, your face half-buried in his pillow to muffle your potential scream.
it never comes.
instead, you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your soaked entrance. you gasp, fingers curling at his sheets, waiting for the push. unfortunately for you, he’s a fucking asshole.
his tip bullies into your cunt. he watches you stretch around him, but before he even gets past an inch, he takes it out. “oh, oops. pussy so wet, it slipped out,” he hums, smirking as you whine impatiently.
what you feel next isn’t his tip anymore. he’s rubbing his cock against your ass, squeezing your cheeks together. he hums lowly, a soft groan escaping him. “mm…can’t believe you were about to give yourself out to intak,” he scoffs as he mentions the other man’s name.
he finally inches himself into you, catching you off guard. you mewl, eyes fluttering shut as your cunt stretches around his girth. he’s silent, admiring your pussy swallow him until he bottoms out. “fuck–” he hisses out, eyes zoned in on your cunt.
he thrusts once shallowly. your body immediately clenches around him. he choked out a half-chuckle, half-moan. “seriously… i know you’re a loser but using intak to get me jealous…” he murmurs absentmindedly, shaking his head in disappointment.
“i-i wasn’t–” you pant out, your own moans cutting you off, “u-using him to make you je-jealous…” you whimper as he gives you a deliberate grind to shut you up.
“no, i know you, baby. you were tryna make me jealous so i can finally fuck you,” he interjects. then he’s pounding into you roughly, not waiting for you to protest him again. his hands grab at your hips roughly, sure to leave indents of his dull nails in your skin tomorrow.
he leans over you, his chest pressing into your back. you whine at the new angle, his cock hitting you deeper. one of his hands trail up, brushing hair sticking to your cheek. “mm…look at you. finally getting my cock. you enjoying it, loser? you might never get it again,” he threatens, though with the way your pussy is sucking him in?
yeah. he’s not ever letting you talk to another man again.
the back of his hands delicately brush the skin of your cheek, contradicting his pistoning hips. you pant out, eyes fluttering open to look at him. he smiles at the sight of your fucked-out expression, like he’s in awe.
“so stupid,” he laughs, shaking his head. he presses a cheek to your temple though. you’re unsure if he’s trying to make you confused while fucking your brains, or if he’s just doing this shit unintentionally.
“h-hoon–” you stutter out in a whimper, your hand dipping between your thighs to rub your clit. he hums in acknowledgement, so focused on your cunt taking him that he doesn’t yet notice your fingers rubbing circles on the sensitive bud.
“what is it?” he asks. he’s breathless, his brows furrowing as he slows his thrusts to a maddening, slow grind. his cock throbs in your cunt, and you whine. that’s when he notices your fingers on your clit.
immediately, he grabs your wrist and pins your hand on the edge of the headboard. “the one time i don’t want you to do anything, you don’t fucking listen,” he grumbles. your cunt flutters around him. he growls lowly, using his free hand that was holding your hip to reach down and rub your clit.
you moan, thighs clamping around his hand. he’s annoyed now. he completely pulls his cock out of you, and you whip your head around your shoulder to stare at him. “hey–” your protest dies in your throat when his hand lets go of your wrist to shove your face back down into the pillow.
“let me play with my dumb girl’s body,” he murmurs, effectively shutting you up. he dips down, lowering himself to be face-level with your pussy. he laps at his own two fingers, getting it wet before he spreads your folds apart.
he admires you with a hiss, biting on his lower lip before he licks a stripe up your cunt. you gasp, hips immediately pushing into his mouth. “stop fucking moving, or i stop,” he grumbles into your cunt, his voice sending vibrations into your dripping pussy.
his hands hold onto your ass, keeping you still as he licks and sucks on your cunt. his tongue and mouth is making you absolutely delirious. you whine and sob into his pillow, fighting to keep your hips from bucking into his mouth.
“o-oh my god, i think i’m gonna–” you breathe out, a punched-out gasp escaping you when he stops. this is the second time he fucking edged you tonight.
“yeah, yeah,” he drawls lazily, barely acknowledging you as he positions his cock to your entrance again. he slips in with more ease, a groan leaving his lips. he’s thrusting into you hard again, the slap of skin against skin echoing in his room.
you squeal, your back arching more into him as his cock fills you up. your eyes roll back, hands clawing at his sheets. he doesn’t care. rip them, tear them, those sheets are replaceable.
you, are not.
you come without warning. it happens in a blur, so fast and so abrupt. you don’t know when the coil started building up, when it released, when his hand traveled below your stomach to rub at your clit.
your moans are broken, muffled by the pillow he’s pressing you down into. he grins, canines peaking out with satisfaction. “aww,” he almost coos at you, watching you fall apart. your body trembles, hips threatening to fall onto his bed if it weren’t for his other hand holding your lower half up.
“fuck, your cunt’s milking me,” he grunts, a punched out gasp escaping him at how tight your walls constrict around his cock from your orgasm. he’s close, and he doesn’t give you a break. “just lay there and get stupid for me, yeah?”
his hips piston into you, pelvis slapping against your ass. your voice is starting to get hoarse, muffled sobs of overstimulating pleasure racking through you. he’s relentless, hands palming at your ass, grabbing at the flesh.
“ohmygod, ohmygod, i-i can’t–!” you slur out, and shit, he thinks you sound so fucking cute. so stupid. it unravels him. he leans over you again, chest against your back. he buries his face into your neck, mouthing at your skin to quiet himself down because he’s totally not going to let you hear him whimper as he cums.
his teeth dig into your skin. you gasp, loud, feeling his cock throb inside you before he completely stills. you whimper at the sudden stop, turning your face to the side so that your cheek is smushed into the pillow to look at him. “wh-what’s wrong?”
he doesn’t say anything. his breathing is ragged like he just ran a marathon. he swallows thickly, and for a second, you swear he’s wincing to hold himself back when your walls clamp around him again in anticipation.
“...nothin’,” he answers vaguely. he pulls off of you, his cock slipping out again. you frown, body instinctively moving to turn onto your back so you could look at him properly. his hand shoots out to grab at your thigh, stopping you.
he smirks lazily at you. “i just decided that i don’t think you deserved my cum in you,” he muses, his hand slowly stroking himself now. “so,” he grunts as he forces you back onto your hands and knees, arching your back for him juuustt right.
“i’m gonna paint your ass with my cum instead,” he grumbles, already close again from the sight of your ass presented to him. the sound of his hand stroking his cock is lewd, obscenely loud. you bite your bottom lip, looking at him over your shoulder.
his eyes don’t know where to look. your fucked-out face or your pretty ass?
he doesn’t have time to dwell on it as he’s cumming before he even realizes it. he's staring right into your glassy eyes as he does, white cum splattering all over your skin and ass. it’s gross. it’s beautiful. it’s him.
SUMMARY: you decide to go to the gynaecologist for a check up, but hadn’t realised his inspection would’ve been… through.
WARNINGS: fingering, f!receiving, bulge, this isn’t how a gynaecologist should treat you ladies (unless he’s park sunghoon), mentions of hospitals, tried orgasm denial (and failed), lmk if more. STRANGELY PROOFREAD.
a/n: it took me so much to birth this it’s so embarrassing. anw it’s so funny how i dreamt this, woke up and just went on with my day 😵💫
You sat in the sterile waiting room of the gynecologist's wing in the hospital, your stomach twisting with a mix of anxiety and discomfort.
The dull ache between your legs had been nagging you for days, a persistent throb that made every step feel off-balance.
When the nurse called your name, you followed her down the hallway, your heart pounding as she lead you into the examination room.
The space was clinical and cold, with white walls, a sink in the corner, and that infamous chair with its stirrups waiting like an unwelcome invitation.
Dr. Park Sunghoon entered shortly after, his presence immediately commanding.
He was tall, with sharp features softened by a professional smile and thick black glasses, his white coat draped over broad shoulders.
His dark hair was neatly styled, and his eyes met yours as he reviewed your chart. “Y/N, tell me about the discomfort,” he said, his voice smooth and reassuring, pulling up a stool beside the exam table.
You explain it awkwardly, the soreness, the unusual wetness, the way it flares up without warning and the missed periods.
He nodded thoughtfully, jotting down notes. “It could be an infection or hormonal imbalance. We'll need to run some tests to check your vaginal fluids and cervical mucus for abnormalities. That includes collecting a sample of your arousal response, essentially, your natural lubrication and any ejaculation if it occurs during stimulation.” His tone remained matter-of-fact, but heat crept up your neck at the clinical phrasing.
“For accuracy and to avoid contamination,” he continued, “I'll need to stimulate you manually. It's the safest way to gather everything without waste.” you swallowed hard, nodding despite the flutter of nerves in your chest.
He gestured toward the attached bathroom. “You can remove your pants and underwear there, take your time to get comfortable mentally. I'll prepare the equipment.”
You followed his instruction and closed the door behind you.
Your fingers trembled slightly as you unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down your hips along with your simple cotton panties.
The cool air kissed your bare skin, making your exposed pussy clench involuntarily.
You folded your clothes neatly on the sink counter, staring at your reflection in the mirror.
Your cheeks are already flushed, nipples hardening against the fabric of your shirt from the chill and the anticipation.
Your mind swirled with a mix of embarrassment and something darker, hotter, a curiosity about how his touch will feel.
Taking a deep breath, you wrapped yourself in the thin paper gown provided earlier, though it did little to cover your lower half once you were back in the exam room.
You pushed the bathroom door open and padded across the cold linoleum floor.
Dr. Sunghoon stood there, his white coat pristine, dark hair neatly styled, those sharp eyes behind his glasses watching you approach.
"Everything alright?" he asked, his voice smooth and professional, though there's a subtle warmth in it that makes your pulse quicken.
You noddd, avoiding his gaze as you climbed onto the table.
The paper crinkled beneath you, the surface hard and unforgiving against your bare ars.
He helped position your feet into the stirrups, your legs spreading wide, knees bent, exposing your most intimate parts to the cool air and his scrutiny.
Your pussy lips parted slightly with the movement, already feeling vulnerable, a faint slickness gathering from nerves alone.
He adjusted the light between your thighs, the beam warming your skin as it highlighted every fold, every inch of you.
"I'll start slowly," he said, snapping on a fresh pair of latex gloves.
The sound echoed like a promise. "Just relax and let me know if anything feels off. We're collecting your natural lubrication first, then stimulating to full arousal for the other sample. The tube here will suction any fluids directly."
Beside your spread thighs, a thin transparent tube hovered near your entrance, connected to a small collection container marked with measurement lines.
It was all so scientific, yet the setup made your clit throb faintly. Maybe you shouldn’t have been watching role play porn.
He settled on the stool between your legs, his breath ghosting over your inner thighs as he leaned in close. You could smell his cologne, clean, and masculine and it made your mind spin.
His gloved fingers brushed your outer lips first, parting them gently to expose your core.
The touch was light, exploratory, sending a shiver up your spine. "You're a bit tense," he murmured, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Breathe for me."
You inhaled deeply, trying to steady yourself as he traced the edges of your folds, spreading the emerging wetness around.
His movements were deliberate, skilled, like he'd done this a thousand times, which he probably had, but never quite like this for you.
One finger circled your entrance, dipping just the tip inside, coating it in your juices before withdrawing. The tube hummed to life softly, the end positioned to catch the droplets that trickled from you.
He watched your face the whole time, noting every hitch in your breath, every subtle shift of your hips. "Good," he said, voice low. "You’re responding well. Now, I'll go deeper to stimulate more production."
Slowly, he pressed one finger fully inside you, the intrusion slick and warm despite the glove.
Your walls clenched around the digit, pulling it in deeper as he crooked it just right, brushing that sensitive spot along your front wall.
A gasp escaped your lips, your hands gripping the edges of the table.
He was good… fuck, he was incredible. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles that made e stars burst behind your eyelids.
Heat built rapidly, your pussy flooding with arousal, the tube sucking greedily at the excess that flooded out.
You tried to focus on the ceiling tiles, counting them to distract from the way his finger pumped in and out, adding a second one now, stretching you deliciously.
your thighs trembled in the stirrups, toes curling as pressure mounts low in your belly.
He could feel it, the way your inner muscles flutter, tightening around his fingers.
"Not yet," he warned, his tone firm but gentle, eyes locked on the container where your juices are slowly filling it. "Hold it in, Y/N. We need more before you climax, the sample won't be accurate if it's too little."
But Lord, it was impossible. His fingers twisted inside you, hitting that spot again and again, his thumb pressing harder on your swollen clit.
You bit your lip, trying to obey, but the pleasure crashed over you like a wave.
Your pussy spasmed wildly around his fingers, gushing more fluid as you shattered with a sharp cry that echoed off the walls “Ah— fuck!" The orgasm ripped through you, hips bucking against his hand, the tube capturing the surge of your release.
He didn’t pull away immediately, letting you ride it out, his fingers still buried deep as your walls pulsed and milked them.
When the tremors subsided, he withdrew slowly, the glove glistening with your cum. You slumped back, chest heaving, mortified heat flooding your cheeks.
Dr. Sunghoon sighed, glancing at the container. It was only halfway to the line. "We almost had enough," he said, not angry, just matter-of-fact. "But you'll need to hold back next time. We'll start over and build it up gradually… can you manage that?"
You nodded weakly, still buzzing from the aftershocks. He discarded the used glove, snapping on a new one, and repositioned the tube.
His fingers returned, though your pussy is still drenched from before.
He slid in easier now, two fingers from the start, scissoring gently to open you up. "Focus on your breathing," he instructed, his free hand resting on your thigh, thumb stroking soothingly. "In through your nose, out through your mouth. Let the arousal build without chasing the peak, alright?”
It was torture and bliss combined. He worked you methodically, fingers curling and thrusting in a rhythm that was slower now and more controlled.
He avoided your clit for a while, letting the pressure simmer, your juices flowing steadily into the tube.
You clenched around him, trying to obey, whispering to yourself not to cum, not yet.
Sweat beaded on your forehead, your nipples aching against your shirt, begging for attention you can't give.
He watched the container fill, inch by inch, his expression focused, almost clinical, yet there was a subtle darkening in his eyes, a hitch in his breath when your pussy squeezed him particularly tight.
"Almost there," he murmured after what felt like an eternity of edging pleasure. "Just a little more. You're doing so well, Y/N.”
His praise sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your clit throbbing untouched.
When the fluid finally reached the marked line, he nodded in satisfaction. "Enough, good girl." His fingers started to withdraw, the sudden emptiness making you whine.
But you couldn’t take it, the ache is too intense, your body screaming for release after being teased so expertly.
On instinct, your hand shot down, grabbing his wrist, holding his fingers inside you. "Please," you beg, voice husky and desperate. "Don't stop. At least... don't leave me like this. I need to cum."
He froze, eyes widening slightly behind his glasses, clearly taken aback.
For a moment, the room was silent save for your ragged breathing.
Then, something shifted in his gaze, surprise melting into something heated, unspoken. He hesitated, glancing at the door as if checking for interruptions, before nodding slowly. "Alright," he murmured, voice rougher now. "Just this once, to ensure your comfort."
His fingers plunged back in fully, no holding back this time. Sunghoon removed the suction tube and focused fully on you.
He added a third one, stretching your pussy wide, the burn mixing with ecstasy as he fucked you with them, hard and deep.
His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing furious circles that made your vision blur.
The wet squelch of your arousal echoed louder, your hips grinding up to meet his thrusts. "Fuck, yes," you moaned,, no longer caring about professionalism. Your walls clamped down, the orgasm building fast and fierce.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your thigh, "Let go for me," he whispered, the words slipping out, fueling your fire.
You shattered again, harder than before, crying out “Mh… yes!" as your body convulsed squirting a fresh gush of fluid that the tube barely caught. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you limp and trembling, his fingers pumping through every pulse until you're spent.
Your hand was still gripping his waist, but as soon as you realised you removed it.
Finally, he eased them out, the glove soaked through. You caught your breath, eyes drifting down to his lap. There, beneath the white coat draped strategically, a prominent bulge strained against his pants, the outline of his hard cock clear, thick and insistent.
he shifted, adjusting the gown to hide it better, but the evidence was there, a testament to how much it had affected him too.
He cleared his throat, peeling off the gloves with deliberate slowness, disposing of them in the bin. "You can get dressed now," he said, turning away to give you a semblance of privacy, “Take your time."
You slid off the table on shaky legs, retrieving your clothes from the bathroom and dressing quickly, the fabric uncomfortable gainst your sensitive skin.
When you emerged, he was seated at his desk, the container sealed and labeled, his composure regained, but that bulge still lingered in your mind.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, pen poised over his clipboard. "Any pain or unusual sensations during the procedure?"
You shook your head, sinking into the chair opposite him "No, just... intense… I guess."
He nodded, jotting notes. "We'll analyze the samples and have results in a few days. In the meantime, avoid strenuous activity down there, and if the discomfort returns, call me directly."
His eyes met yours, lingering a beat too long, a subtle promise in the way he says your name. "You're free to go, Y/N. Take care."
Oh, but you were sure the image of him fingering you would keep you well taken care of at night.
he's been lying here for the past hour just staring at you, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath while trying to ignore the way his oversized t-shirt on you has ridden up to show the sleep shorts you're wearing underneath.
you talked about this weeks ago, gave him permission to touch you while you're sleeping, told him it was okay to wake you up however he wanted. he's been thinking about it ever since, about how you'd react, what sounds you'd make, whether you'd stay asleep or wake up.
his hand slides over to rest on your bare thigh and you don't stir. you're completely out, exhausted from your day, and he takes that as his cue. he shifts slowly, carefully, not wanting to wake you just yet. he just wants to taste you, wanting to satisfy the craving he's had all day but you fell asleep before he could ask.
this is better anyway, getting to take his time with you while you're soft and unaware.
he settles between your thighs as quietly as possible, moving your legs apart gently. you make a small sound in your sleep but don't wake, and he smiles to himself at the domesicity of it all. his fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts and he tugs them down slowly along with your slightly soaked panties, just enough to expose you to him. the sound of your shared breathing replaces itself in his ears with his heart beatign rapidly at the sight of you so exposed for him, even as you're asleep.
he lowers his head and rests his cheek against your inner thigh, getting comfortable. he's too tired to put in a lot of effort tonight, content to just lay here and lick at you lazily until you either wake up or he falls asleep -- probably both, he knows he woudlnt mind either. his tongue slides out to lick through your folds slowly, tasting you and it only confrims his suspicion that you're the best thing he's ever tasted. so sweet and perfect and all his.
you make another small sound in your sleep, barely a whimper, and it pushes him to do it again. his tongue moves in long, lazy strokes through your folds, not focused on any particular spot, just tasting. his eyes are half-closed, drowsy and content, his head heavy on your thigh as he works. this is perfect, and exactly what he wanted — just him and you and his mouth on you while you sleep.
he can feel you starting to get wet on his tongue and it makes him groan softly. even in your sleep your body responds to him, knowing what he's doing to you. his tongue circles your clit slowly, applying just enough pressure to make your hips shift slightly in your sleep. another whimper escapes you, louder this time, and he smiles against you before going back to those lazy licks.
his tongue pushes inside you and you make a breathy sound, still asleep but clearly reacting. he fucks you with his tongue slowly and thoroughly, getting you wetter with each stroke. you taste so fucking good that he could do this for hours.
he probably will, honestly, since he's too comfortable to move and too lazy to do anything else.
your thighs twitch and you whimper again, a proper moan this time. he wonders what you're dreaming about, if you can feel this in your sleep, or if you know it's him making you feel this good, and not just any dream. the thought makes his cock throb in his sweatpants but he ignores it for now, too focused on tasting you to care about his own need yet.
he goes back to your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue in slow, deliberate movements. your hips rock slightly and you make another sound, and he can tell you're getting close even though you're still asleep.
everything about it is so hot, especially the fact that he can make you cum without you even being awake for it. he keeps going, the same lazy pace while his tongue works your clit while his head stays pillowed on your thigh.
your breathing is getting heavier, little whimpers and gasps falling from your lips, and he knows you're right on the edge. he sucks your clit gently and your whole body tenses, a louder moan escaping as you cum. he can taste it, can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, and he laps it all up while you're still trembling through it in your sleep.
he's planning on continuing, to see how many times he can make you cum before you wake up, but his eyes are getting heavy. he's so comfortable here, his head resting on your soft thigh, your taste on his tongue, and he's so tired but content. he could fall asleep just like this, face buried between your legs, but is woken from his daze when you make another soft sound and shift slightly.
your eyes flutter open, still heavy with sleep, confused and disoriented. you look down and see him between your thighs, still feeling his tongue still moving lazily on you, and you make a questioning sound.
"shh baby" he murmurs, his voice thick and slurred with tiredness. he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then your hip bone. "go back to sleep"
"hoon?" you're not fully awake, still caught in that hazy space between dreams and consciousness. "what're you—"
"shh" he repeats, already shifting up your body. he's too tired to explain and too lazy to have a conversation. he needs to be inside you now, wantinf to feel you wrapped around him while he drifts off to meet you in his dreams.
he pushes his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock and lines himself up at your entrance. you're so wet from his mouth that he slides in so easily, bottoming out with a low groan.
"fuck" he mutters, his face finding the crook of your neck. he doesn't move yet, staying buried inside you, his weight settling on top of you. "you feel so good baby, so warm"
"hoon what—" you're trying to wake up but you're so tired and out of it, and he feels so good inside you that you can't think straight.
"just let me" he murmurs against your neck, his hips starting to move in slow, lazy rolls. there's no urgency in his movements nor is there any rush. he's fucking you like he has all the time in the world and as if he's half-asleep himself. "needed to be inside you, i couldn't help it"
you whimper and your arms come up to wrap around him automatically. he's so heavy on top of you, his body completely relaxed, while you're still not fully awake. it feels like a dream, hazy and warm and so good. his cock drags against your walls with each slow thrust and you can feel how wet you are, and hear the obscene sounds your pussy is making.
"i've been tasting you" he mumbles into your neck, his words slurred. "you came in your sleep baby, tasted so good. made the prettiest sounds"
"did i?" you can barely form words, still caught between sleep and waking. everything feels foggy and distant except for the stretch of him inside you, the weight of him on top of you.
"yeah" he confirms, his hips still moving in that same lazy rhythm. "been between your legs for a while, just licking you. i was gonna fall asleep down there but then you started waking up" he kisses your neck sloppily. "so i had to be inside you instead"
his confession makes you clench around him and he groans, the sound muffled against your skin. "feel so good" he mutters. "my baby feels so perfect, so tight and wet for me"
you're whimpering now, little breathy sounds with each slow thrust. he's not trying to make you cum, not really, just using your body for his own lazy pleasure. his cock fills you so perfectly, stretching you just right, and even though his pace is unhurried it's building something low in your stomach.
"hoon" you whimper, your fingers sliding into his hair. you're more awake now but everything still feels dreamlike, unreal. "feels so good"
"i know baby" he soothes, his lips dragging across your neck. "just let me fuck you like this, nice and slow. i'm too tired to go faster anyway"
his honesty makes you want to laugh but it comes out as a moan instead when his cock hits deeper. he's so lazy about it, barely putting in any effort, just grinding into you with shallow thrusts that somehow feel better than anything else. his weight is comforting, grounding, and you find yourself drifting again despite the pleasure building in your core.
"you can go back to sleep if you want" he murmurs, sensing your exhaustion. "i don't mind, it feels good either way. just wanna be inside you"
"can't sleep like this" you breathe, because how could you when he's inside you and moving like this, and it feels so good.
"try" he encourages, his hips still moving in that same steady, lazy rhythm. "just relax baby, let me take care of you. you don't have to do anything"
you try to relax, letting your body go pliant beneath him. his weight settles heavier and you realize he might actually fall asleep while still inside you as he's fucking you. the thought shouldn't be as hot as it is.
his breathing is evening out against your neck, his movements getting even slower, more automatic, as if he is acyually doing it in his sleep. "so tired" he mumbles, but his hips don't stop. "but you feel too good to pull out"
"please don't" you whisper, your own eyes starting to drift closed again. this is insane, the both of you half-asleep while he fucks you, but it's also perfect in a way you can't quite explain.
"wasn't planning to" he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. his hand slides down between your bodies and finds your clit, rubbing slow circles. "gonna make my baby cum first though, wanna feel it"
the added stimulation makes you gasp, your hips rolling up to meet his lazy thrusts. he's not rushing, just working your clit with the same unhurried attention as everything else, and it's driving you crazy. the pleasure is building so slowly, winding tighter and tighter in your stomach.
"that's it" he encourages, his voice barely above a whisper. "feel good baby? my sleepy girl gonna cum on my cock?"
"yes" you whimper, getting closer. "hoon please"
"i got you" he promises, his fingers working a little faster on your clit while his cock keeps that same steady pace inside you. "just let go baby, cum for me"
it washes over you in slow waves, pleasure rolling through your body as you clench around him. you're moaning into his shoulder, muffled and breathy, and he groans at the feeling of you squeezing his cock. "so good" he praises, his hips stuttering slightly. "my baby feels so good when she cums"
he only lasts a few more thrusts before he's burying himself deep and cumming inside you with a low groan. his whole body shudders and then goes completely lax on top of you, his full weight settling as he catches his breath. "fuck" he mutters into your neck. "so good baby, you feel so perfect"
you're both quiet for a moment, just breathing, and then you feel him start to soften inside you. he doesn't pull out though, just stays buried in you, his cum leaking out around his cock. "i should pull out" he mumbles but doesn't move.
"noo" you whine oit, not wanting him to either.
"too comfortable" he admits with a soft laugh. "and you're so warm. just let me stay like this for a bit"
"hoon" you try to protest but he's already practically asleep again, his breathing evening out. you can feel his cum dripping out of you, making a mess, but he doesn't seem to care. he's content to just lay here, still inside you, slowly falling asleep.
"i love you" he mumbles, barely coherent. "my sleepy baby"
"i love you too" you whisper back, and you find yourself drifting off too, exhaustion winning. it's not until morning that you fully process what happened, waking up to him still wrapped around you, no longer inside you but holding you close.
"morning" he says when he notices you're awake, his voice rough from sleep.
"that wasn't a dream last night, was it?" you ask, suddenly remembering everything. the feeling of waking up to him between your legs, his lazy fucking, falling asleep while he was still inside you.
"nope" he confirms with a satisfied smile.
"you could've woken me up properly" you say but there's no heat in it.
"where's the fun in that?" he counters, pulling you closer. "i couldn't help myself and seeing you peacefully asleep in my shirt made me lose it — but you enjoyed it didn't you baby"
he's right and you both know it. "you're impossible"
"you love me anyway" he says confidently, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "and i'm gonna do it again tonight, just so you know. maybe see if i can make you cum more than once before you wake up this time"
𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗎~~~~☆، ﹫cigsaftersuh
thank you so much for reading 🩵 sleepy sinful slothy sex with sunghoon hehe i genuinely love this so much, but this is my least favorite from rhe series i’m so sorry but i hope you enjoyed regardless <3 just a warning! the next chapters will all include ddlg dynamics so please let me know if you wish to be removed from the taglist, thank you in advance!!
as someone also on day one of her period … PERIOD SEX WITH TEEN HOON FUCKKKKK. just thinking about it and he’d be like “of course you need me for your cramps. it’s always begging for me no matter what.” AHHH
also i have this earworm in my head (pre-teeth) of jacquees feel it but now everytime i hear “im gon make you feel it” i get transported to the teeth realm and it makes me all AHHHHHHHHH
anon you set a nuclear bomb off in my brain because i’ve been thinking about this all day long so i’m here to personally spearhead the period sex with teeth!hoon agenda because being bedridden with cramps has me thinking thoughts. this is all over the place and very messy… but anyways period sex with hoon truthers rise up.
first of all picture this happening after a meeting or some stupid corporate dinner in his demonic father’s hotel (which historically already means sex)
you're horny, wired, overstimulated, cramping and trying to be upright in a room full of men who have never bled in their lives like you’re LIVID and then there’s bum ass sunghoon texting you stupid shit about how he’s bored and horny DURING IT. (except it distracts you so 🤠🤠)
skip to the fact you’re already halfway there all hot and stupid and needy with your hands everywhere until you pull back and mutter that you’re on your period. and he just… blinks at you.
“so?” and his cocky ass would smirk and say “figured there was a reason you’ve been even more of a bitch all day.” (which, mind Yew, is his favorite version of you) he’d genuinely be baffled like you really think a little blood’s gonna stop me?????
next thing you know you’re slammed against the elevator wall with his hand wrapped tight around your wrist and he’s dragging you straight up to the penthouse in his father’s hotel #HEDGAF
he’d be like “don’t start acting shy now. you’re the one who came to me like this.”
we all know sunghoon weaponizes his competence. 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼 you have not known peak insanity until you’ve been fucked by a man who knows exactly how to handle you when you need it most. sunghoon would be so slow and so so so so smug… dragging those big hands up under your shirt and pressing over your stomach, making sure you feel every goddamn second of it.… takes his time like he’s savoring it. 🚬🚬🚬
he’d press his palm right into your stomach where the cramps hurt most and start massaging it slowly and methodically all while keeping eye contact, saying “here?”
you’d obviously try not to show it but your whole body immediately relaxes… and since sunghoon is sunghoon he’d literally feel you relaxing under his touch and be like “yeah?” then he’d dig his thumb in a little deeper, “pathetic how fast you melt when i touch you. hurts here, huh pretty girl?”
then his hand drags lower n lower until his palm rests exactly where his cock always presses when he fucks you flush to the mattress.
“usually this is filled with with something useful. no wonder you’re all fucked up.”
“let me fix you up the way only i can. you know this tight little pussy’s meant to be stuffed. look at it… warm, swollen, aching and bleeding… poor thing’s practically begging.”
let’s talk about the way breeding kink talk goes nuclear when you’re on your period 💢💢💢💢💢💢💢 he gets off on it. plus with his daddy kink simmering beneath… yeah it’s over. this man would genuinely convince himself he’s doing you a favor by trying to fuck a baby into you as a solution. pussy-drunk doesn’t even begin to cover it.
“let me stuff you full of my cum so you never have to feel this pain again. you want that? you wanna be daddy’s good little cumdump?” (he would absolutely call himself daddy)
none of that do i… don’t i? hesitant squeamish energy when he gets your panties off MIND YOU. he is nothing if not a man possessed. and obsessed.
he’d be so mean about it, making you melt and squirm under him, taunting you for being extra sensitive, extra messy, extra needy, how you’d let him fuck you anytime anywhere no matter how you are, about how he’ll just have to fuck you through every single cramp until you’re crying and clutching at him, sobbing that you need him. he’d probably even wipe the blood off your thighs with his bare hand and lick it off idk he’s delirious like there’s blood on his fingers, his mouth yada yada but he doesn’t even care.
“bet you wish it was my cum dripping down your thighs, huh?”
“you know why you cramp like this? because your body’s throwing a tantrum because it wants what it’s made for… because i didn’t knock you up last time.” // “it’s my fault. gonna fuck a baby in you so you never cramp again.”
when he fucks you it’s relentless and rough but still lowkey gentle and very attentive… one hand always splayed over your lower stomach n pressing down as he rocks into you like he likes to feel himself inside you and he’d be groaning in your ear about filling you up, fucking you dumb, and promising that if he fucks you hard enough you’ll never cramp again
“look at you, taking it and making a mess all over daddy’s cock. tell me you want me to fuck a baby into you right now and make you a pretty mommy for real. maybe then you wouldn’t have to go through this shit every month.”
obviously you’d bite back (for fun) anytime he calls himself daddy / the mommy talk… and he’d just be like “yeah? then why’s your tight little pussy clenching around me like you want me to make you a mommy?” 😹😹🚬🚬🚬💢💢💢
“next time i’ll just keep you full so you don’t get like this.”
also he would 100% say “can’t stand you hurting unless it’s because of me” BECAUSE HE IS NOT NORMALLLL and he means it in every single fucking way you can interpret that 🖕🏼🖕🏼😹😹 anyways i will not be elaborating further cause i’m going to end up in a padded room (i’m lying if yall want more i’m here)
⋮ ⌗ ┆概要 ⨾ sunghoon's taken. it doesn't stop him from inviting you round.
朴成训 𝔁 𝒻 .ᐟ读者 ── 8.5k
explicit content ⋆ smut (mdni)、cheating、dom!sunghoon、sub!reader、university/college au、morally grey characters (the reader is a bad person)、misogynistic themes and language (the portrayal of any characters here does not reflect their real life character) 、oral (m. rec)、throat fucking、cowgirl、unprotected sex (don't do this)、breeding kink、creampie、couch sex、degradation/humiliation、multiple orgasms、cum eating、brief spit kink、slight exhibitionism、hung!hoon、size & bulge kink、petnames used: baby、sweet girl、whore. guest starring: hyung line (enhypen) 、sieun (stayc)、johnny (nct)、oc named songyi.⌇ℳ.list
⋮ ⌗ ┆便条 ⨾ thank you to my favourite editor, anjo for posting this sexy edit with the audio that inspired me to come up with this messed up idea (in sexyy red, we trust 🙏🏾). big, big thank you to @yvampyr for holding my hand throughout this fic, as well as being my biggest supporter. i hope to one day repay you the kindness you've shown me 🥹 anyways (!1!) despite the nature of this fic, i really enjoyed writing this and think my writing does shine in some parts of this. please feel free to let me know your thoughts, my ask box & comment section are always open! hope you enjoy, much loveeee! <333
Sunghoon shouldn't want you as much as he does.
He shouldn't want you at all, his girlfriend the lone reason. However, in the packed ruckus of the LED-lit bar, his inhibitions get the best of him ─ making him lookout for your looming figure in the haystack of students. One of the last night's out before the holidays calls for celebration, old Christmas lights string around wooden pillars with popular holiday remixes blaring through the speakers. In true festive spirit, employees are trademarked by ugly sweaters and flimsy Santa hats, a noticeable two standing out from the crowd.
The terrible twos, you and Sieun —your closest friend — laugh despite the heavy foot traffic, a bucket of ice hauled over by your towering figure. Your black leather boots have you stand out amongst the crowd, bright smile haloed by the bar's spotlights, illumination emphasizing your…costume. The sexy Santa stitch of fabric barely covers any skin yet highlights everything about your figure, deep red a compliment to your complexion.
Whosever idea this was, the shorts included, had a drink on Sunghoon.
"Bro," a hard nudge hits him in the bicep, flinch directing his gaze back to his table where Jake looks less than impressed. "Eyes up here."
"I don't blame him," Heeseung murmurs, not even hiding his eyes dipped into Sieun's cleavage. He'd even raised his eyebrows ─ pervert. Not that Sunghoon's any better. "I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her walk away."
"Didn't think virgins had preferences," Jay laughs into his pint, face souring when Heeseung tips the glass to spill down his chin. "The fuck? This quarter-zip's brand new!"
"And they're meant to be the oldest," Jake's eyes roll, pint glass perched on the Harley Davidson coaster. His attention floats back to Sunghoon, spying his inattention. He doesn't need to bet money where his best friend's eyes are. "How's your girl?"
"What girl?"
Appalled huffs of amusement demand Sunghoon's focus, focus back on their corner table they snagged before the chaos.
"What the fuck bro," Heeseung laughs, arms folded over his stomach.
"Hang him by his balls," Jay shakes his head, fingers carding through tousled strands. "Holy shit, man."
It dawns on him then, the mirage of his girlfriend materializing upon being prompted. It's alarming how regular of an occurrence it is.
"Right, Songyi," Sunghoon nods, utilizing repeated blinks to search for called upon information. He remembers her texting him she'd be over later after her housemates leave for the club. "She's good. Can't complain."
The smack of pool balls echoes in their corner of the bar, farm green table dotted with a mixed group of students playing a poor game. Somehow it still manages to catch Jay's attention.
"It's been, what? Two weeks since you got together?" Jay muses, knocking back the rest of his drink. "How's that working out for you?"
Not as imagined, Sunghoon can admit. Ever since he laid eyes on you, the angelic beauty and well of kindness people preached of you makes you all the more unattainable. Sunghoon sees you around, not often, but enough to memorize the details. The shy tuck of hair behind your ear, the starfish pendant that sits in the deep of your collarbones, the plump pink of your lips he's had one too many dreams of.
On opposite ends of degrees, common ground is hard to find, but Sunghoon makes it work. Sees you leaving the library when he's coming in, watches you laugh with friends in the campus cafe, gets waited on by you at what's conveniently become his favourite bar despite its extortionate prices. The clubcard makes it worth it, Sunghoon reasons with the guys, but they know better. Know why it's his first suggestion in the first place.
An entire year is spent hovering on the edge of your social circle, a customer-service smile the most he gets when Sunghoon lucks out at the bar. He's not the daring type, so his extent of breaching conversation is trying to find you on dating apps, to no avail.
Unattainable. It must be why he's so bewitched, even when there's no hope. Pushed by the guys and their reality checks, Sunghoon forgoes his pursuit of the campus princess and…settles. Goes for the first girl who puts forward the same energy he wishes you'd give him.
Of course, in a cruel strike of fate, the day he asks Songyi out is the day you finally notice him. On the the neon light-up dance floor of your town's singular club, you tap his back, hand on his shoulder as you stand on the tips of your toes. You're tipsy, hinted in the slight slur of your words, yet it sends shivers down his spine all the same when your voice drops to a whisper reserved for his ears only.
Has he seen a mutual friend? He's never been more grateful not being shit-faced drunk. All the energy drinks his Vodka is mixed with jump start the thunder of his heart, lips parted in silent surprise as you drop to normal height. You're looking up at him with those eyes — hooded, lash-filled, like you want something from him. Because he'd give you everything in a heartbeat.
Sound struggles out his throat, somehow producing a cohesive answer when he's bent down to whisper back in your ear. You smell like vanilla and sweat, the thought of licking a stripe up the column of your neck making him strain against his baggy jeans. Thank yous fall from your pouty lips, a squeeze against his bicep before you're gone with the wind, ducking out to the smoking area where Sunghoon directs you.
It doesn't take him long to yell over the cheesy 2000s music if anyone wants to go out for a cig, prayer hands presented by Heeseung. Outside in the chill of early December, a large floodlight is the only source of light in the poor excuse of a smoking area, the literal front entrance of the over-priced club. It's almost alley-like, the size of four parking spaces but Sunghoon could care less. The whirl of cigarette smoke from Beomgyu and Heeseung doesn't even bother him. All that matters is finding you, which he does seconds later, a circle of friends surrounding you. Your tiny tank top provides little protection from the cold, hand running up your exposed arms with a cigarette between your manicured nails.
He wonders what it'd look like around his─
"There he is!" Your eyes flaring in a burst of recognition. Of excitement. Sunghoon can't quite believes his eyes or ears. "Get over here, handsome!"
It's one of the rare moments in his life he's at a loss for what to do, deer-in-the headlights look cast amongst his circle of friends who are just as confused. He'll dab up Jay later for shoving him forwards, your hand outstretched to pull him through a sea of people, placing him right beside you as you introduce him.
He's the kind stranger who helped you find your mutual friend, thus finding your group for the night. A soft hand cups him underneath his jaw, squishing his cheeks as your mouth runs about seeing him around often, the cute guy you've seen around in your words. Sunghoon kind of lets things happen, enjoying the receiving end of your drunk affection ─ how you pull him close by his belt loops and jokingly bump into him when he teases you. You're everything he's imagined and more ── sweet, witty and all the more alluring.
He leaves the club that night friends with you and regretting ever asking Songyi to be his. Because he'd never really be hers, not whilst you're around.
"Like a charm," Heeseung muses, a teasing eyebrow raise sent Sunghoon's way. "Imagine the luck - bagging Songyi the very same day she remember he exists."
"Fuck off," Sunghoon barks louder than intended. The rolled eyes at their small table call him to clear his throat, gaining back some composure. "It is what it is, I guess."
"Spoken like a true gentleman," Jay's jokes are endless, as are his deserved rebuttals, another spill down his chin. "Okay, you fucking owe me a pint, asshat."
"Gladly."
The boys don't have time to register his actions nor his true intentions before Sunghoon's stalked off, swerving through the pool-playing crowd and into the crowded open bar space with its never-ending queues. On the TVs mounted around, various ice hockey games play, beer sloshed around each time an almost goal registers with the drunk crowd. Sunghoon catches your eyes hang on on the game, jaw tensed as you pour a drink with a tilt.
His interest in the game is non-existent, but he could be a fan if it means having one more thing in common with you. Sunghoon spends his time queuing doing this, watching you watch the game, serving people with a smile. It's not the same smile he gets out of you after that night, but it's similar in width. Only does it fill with warmth when he's made his way to the front, the mob dissipating on the far edge of the bar, a noticeable quietness here.
"Sunghoon," his name drips with honey, dazzling eyes peering up at him. "What can I get you?"
He swallows the cotton ball in his throat. "A San Miguel, please," he leans against the sticky wooden bar, leather jacket two shades darker. "How you holding up?"
"Good, all things considered," a breathless smile accents your words, hands working with diminished quickness. He doesn't allow himself to consider it's to spend more time with him. "My feet are shredded though. The joys of four inch heel boots."
He leans forwards as if it'll give him a better view, nothing but your mile-long legs in his sight. Fucks sake. "Did your boss make you wear them?"
"God no! This was all my idea," a hand's over your chest, nails matching your sight-for-sore-eyes top. "You know how the saying goes; beauty is pain, and all."
"That seems unnecessary."
"Hm?"
Turns out his whispers do meet your ears, curious blinks directed to him as the polished silver tap lets golden San Miguel fill the pint glass.
"Well, I mean…" if he wasn't making eye contact before, he isn't now. Darting between rainbow-assorted alcoholic drinks behind you, a darts board and the festive season's drink specials. Hand-drawn by yours truly. "You're already really pretty."
Suddenly, the bar shrinks to your own shared bubble, nothing but your awestruck face flooding his senses. The silence would be deafening if not for how hard his heart rabbits in his chest, damn near bruising because even if Songyi's not here to hear this, he shouldn't be saying it anyways.
"Coming from you?" you end up saying, pushing down the type of smile you can't hide."Sure know how to make a lady feel special, don't you?"
Someone would sure hope so. Sunghoon can only manage a tight-lipped beam, his drink perched on the bar-top with little to no foam.
You really are perfect.
Even more so when he goes to pay, the total reflected lower than his last.
"Hey, I think it's a bit sh─"
"Consider it a friendly discount," you wink, hand overlapping his, sliding from his wrist down to his fingertips. The shudder he experiences shakes him to his very core. "You know where I am for more."
Somehow, someway, Sunghoon stumbles back to his table, hand soiled in San Miguel after being jostled around. When Jay asks about his drink, his friend has no answer, just the far-off stare that lets them know they're in for a world of trouble.
The original plan for tonight is that Sunghoon and the guys load up on drinks at The Falcon, then make it to the club in time for midnight entry. All of them except for Sunghoon follow through, the latter hanging back outside the Falcon, frost of the December icing the roads as he waits for lights to turn off at the local bar.
It takes enough time for him to pop down to the nearby fried chicken place, fill his stomach and come back. He pops a breath mint for reasons unknown, wiping imaginary grease on his trousers as the remainder of your colleagues leave the dimmed business, trading curious gazes at his residual figure.
"Sunghoon?"
A conscious decision. Even though you've see him, he can still walk away. He can stil curse himself creating blurred lines and take his dirty secret to the grave.
Except he doesn't. He only stares at the dip in your cleavage as you strut over in heels that must be killing you, red leather shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. Your sheepskin coat is meant to provide some relief, but with how long it is, it swallows every bit of visible clothing on you.
It's a while before Sunghoon can get out any coherent words.
"Figured you could use the company," comes out scratchy, airy in some places."Here, take this."
Without thinking, he's slipping off his sneakers, stripping off his socks that will soak up the icy pavement anyways. On one knee he drops, peering up at you.
"Oh, I couldn't─"
“You will."
Unbeknownst to Sunghoon, something awakens in you at his final tone. Quiet compliance allows for him to unzip your boots, your hand braced against his shoulder as he slips off your shoes and puts his on. Silence dominates the low whisper of a half-asleep town, the tick of the pedestrian green light leading Sunghoon to walk alongside you, making sure you get home safe.
Amongst other things.
"The guys aren't with you…" you finally say, eyeing your boots he wouldn't let you carry.
"Yeah, they went out," he explains, walking closest to the road."I wasn't feeling it tonight."
The lone car on the roads drives past your ambling figures, in no way diminishing the sound of your next words.
"So, I get you all to myself then," something mischievous curves your lips, a small part of Sunghoon's fantasies. "Wait, what was it you said earlier? I couldn't hear you, the bar was so loud."
When Jay couldn't stand his shit anymore and pushed Sunghoon to get his refill, the bar got busy again, no time for quiet conversation.
It just had to happen when Sunghoon had something to ask.
"The guys and I are throwing a party when we're all back, before exams," the words come out choppy, like he's frigid from the cold beneath his feet. It's what your assumption should be, rather than him being nervous. "It'd be g-good to see you there."
More silence.
And a sudden stop, your hands weighted in your beige coat's pockets as Sunghoon whirls around, in full view of you haloed by the lights of town centre.
"Did you wait until my shift was over to ask me?"
He shrugs, feigning indifference.
"It's dark out; I'm not the kind of guy who'd willing let you walk home alone," he mirrors you, hands in his back jean pockets instead. "It doesn't hurt I had something to tell you as well."
"Oh, Sunghoon," You say his name like it's sacred, a word shared only between you two. "As much as I appreciate the gesture, a text would do. You have my number, right?"
No, he doesn't. He's been kicking himself ever since that smoking area for not asking for it, because maybe it wouldn't be as weird asking as opposed to during the daylight of your campus. Prying eyes, creeping guilt, all that jazz.
He shakes his head no.
"Let's change that."
Under a pale yellow streetlight, Sunghoon gains the only number he's wanted in his phone, ignoring the one that's let him know she's let herself into the guys' house. You don't see it, his phone is on Do Not Disturb. Plus, it's harmless really, just contact information exchanged. He's done the same with people, other girls he's had group projects with.
You're not other girls though.
"Goodnight, Sunghoon." is the whisper you leave him with when you've reached your house. It's streets down from his.
When you disappear behind the closure of your front door, your absence is alarming. The walk back home is just as deafening, a gnaw carving at his chest cavity persisting until it's a black hole. He's still cold even after you've given back his shoes, squeezing his bicep again in thanks.
When Sunghoon gets back home, Songyi soundly sleeps in his bed, curling into him when he slips into bed. She looks peaceful, waves of midnight fragrant with citrus. He hasn't had the heart to tell her he hates oranges.
Not long after she dozes again, a light snore her tell, he pries himself away. Treading down the carpeted hall upstairs, he locks himself in the bathroom, fucking his fist to the thought of you and those damn shorts.
The Christmas break is agonizing. In addition to going back to his family who see no need for privacy, you text him from time to time, sending selfies of your latest adventures at home. Your ginger cat sleeping in your lap, the Christmas market your friends accompany you to, the white-icing Christmas cookies you make. Your nose is scrunched up, icing on the button of your nose. This is his agony, seeing you like this and not being able to do anything about it.
At some point over the break, you don't text as much, don't text at all and Sunghoon worries. Worries that maybe you've found out about Songyi and he wouldn't say there goes his chance, but it's a feeling vaguely similar to that. Losing your proximity, the press of your touch, the sugary-sweet words you use only with him. He hasn't had you long but he can't stand the thought of losing you, not for anyone.
Ultimately, he doesn't have time to ponder longer since his degree demands attention, so he begrudgingly gives in. Studying through the days, helping out around the house, seeing old friends through the days leading to him driving up to uni again, a flutter in his chest. The guys are already setting up for the party, stacking up the red cups and getting out foldable tables for beer pong. Jake's even taken the liberty of putting up party decorations, in the middle of hanging up a gold party streamer in one of the walkways.
"Is that straight?" he quizzes from atop the step ladder.
"Just a bit to the right, then you're all good." Songyi instructs in her small, cautious tone. As if sensing his presence, her head whips back, expression alight with fondness. "Hoon, you're here!"
She barrels into his arms, hard pressed into his chest as his arms slowly circle her. He ignores Jake's blatant stare, opting to play his part as Songyi's boyfriend as he caresses the back of her head. He would've kissed her there, but the citrus scent is too strong for him to stay long.
"Tonight's gonna be amazing, I can't wait for everyone to get here."
He smiles, something wicked behind it. "Me too."
A friend of a friend who Jay knows holds down the aux for the night, his very own deck assembled in the middle of the spacious living room. Strobe lights flash, every colour under the sun dotted on the walls otherwise tainted in darkness, bustling conversation and warm bodes swarming their house not built for so many occupants. Sunghoon usually wouldn't be too pleased queueing for the bathroom in his own house, but the carefree atmosphere is something he's desperately needed after being shackled to his study desk. Not that exams are over, or have even started, but it's good to have the break before he has to clock in for obscenely long shifts at the library.
It doesn't hurt you texted him earlier, asking for his address. You'd also shown him your outfit options, questioning whether either of the three are too 'dressy.'
He has to take a moment outside to collect himself.
The text was sent over an hour ago, so you should be here. On his way back into the house, Jake catches him by his shoulder, eyebrows hardset through his wispy fringe.
"You wouldn't happen to know why she's here, would you?" he asks.
No need for elaboration. They both know who she is.
"Not a clue," he pouts, ignoring the hard pulse in his neck. "The parties' all over everyone's story. Maybe she invited herself."
Jake doesn't buy it.
"Your girlfriend's here," he grits out, white-knuckling his best friend's shoulder. "Remember that."
He deserts him for more light-hearted conversation, blending into the group of people seamlessly, Sunghoon long forgotten.
Don't I know. He'd stew longer in Jake's words but the rush of adrenaline through him propels him elsewhere. To you, finally here. Which explains why he's sifting through the crowd for you, coming through their backyard (makeshift smoking area) into the kitchen, venturing into the living room where he promptly halts.
Against one of the white walls of the room, adorned with cutout faces of everyone living in the house (Jake and Songyi's idea) is you, beautiful as ever. You're wearing a sequin skirt only you could pull off, a plain off the shoulder top showing enough skin to drive Sunghoon wild with your starfish necklace completing the look. His night should be made; you're here, in his living room, at the house party that will surely to be remembered.
Except you're talking to none other than Songyi.
A boulder-like weight sinks down in his stomach like an anchor, a greenish feeling invading his weakening body. You're talking, very much engaged in conversation as Songyi uses her hands talking in your ear, your occasional nod a sign of understanding. Maybe the understanding that Sunghoon's a bum, a man with no backbone. A man who's already emotionally cheated, so what's stopping him from doing it physically? The room spins, Equator-hot as light strobes feed into his overstimulation.
Before Sunghoon can scramble for the words, you spot him. The look is brief, no indication for the second that feels like an hour before your hand raises in a wave, politeness curving on your lips. Songyi follows your line of sight, giving one clap before she flags him over, pulling him through dancing bodies since his feet are paralysed with fear.
Fear of the unknown, of the reality he may have ruined being deceitful.
Songyi hangs off his bicep, her hold not as comforting. Sunghoon hates this, being on the other end of a conversation with you, not beside you like he wants. At least it gives him a vantage point to see what you're thinking, not that your expression gives it away.
"This is the guy I was telling you about," Songyi yells over the music. "My boyfriend, Sunghoon."
A bomb might as well have gone off, its aftermath forcing his eyes shut as all he can do is await his fate. Nothing's up for discussion, Sunghoon has sent clear signs he's interested in you. You'd be something else to think otherwise, you'd be right to chew him out in front of everyone.
"I heard," your lips' curve extends, hand held out for a shake. Sunghoon can only blink. "He's a regular at my bar. Never goes elsewhere."
Under duress is how he shakes your hand, the live-wire spark still the same for those fleeting seconds, your grip on his a second too long. He doesn't meet Songyi's gaze.
"The Falcon, right? God, he might as well rent a room there," his girlfriend rolls her eyes, swatting at his chest. "I've been trying to put him on other bars, but turns out he's pretty stubborn."
"He knows where home is," you say, loud enough to be heard. "I guess."
Through his eyebrows, he looks at you, you already looking at him. He doesn't know what you're up to, not the slightest clue, but he'll find out soon enough.
His night continues like this, on edge. You don't allow him a moment alone, occupied with groups of friends like the social butterfly you are. There's even a point where you're with Jay, Heeseung and Jake. Upon seeing him, his friends save for Jake give him flared eyes, your presence gone as soon as he nears. Sunghoon doesn't know what to think or say. All he knows is he's chasing after you. In his own damn house, with Sonyi on his arm.
Somehow time evades him, the desolation of their trashed house speaking to the late hour. Three in the morning. By then, the cops have come round, snarky neighbours making a noise compliant that after the threat of arrest, people filter out.
All that's left is half-hung decorations, a red-cupped floor and missing forks in their utensils draw. The strobe lights are still going, their crackled murmur background noise. Jay's friend of a friend, Johnny paid his dues, had the roof nearly cave in from how hard people were jumping around, and is gone too.
It's a mess. The house and his friends who are nowhere to be found. Songyi went upstairs earlier complaining of a migraine, Jake's gone to smoke a joint two doors down, Jay's passed out on the toilet and Heeseung is miraculously losing his virginity. In a surprise turn of events, he manages to charm your friend from the bar, Sieun. And someway, in the dying minutes of the party, she leads him up the stairs to his room. He'd given Sunghoon the biggest thumbs up before he disappeared. Not a soul left behind.
A cup crushes beneath a foot, turning his head.
His breath catches.
There you are, doused in delicate kitchen light, stepping into the lounge like you're his saviour. Bashfulness pulls at your features, so put together despite the mess surrounding you.
"Figured you could use the help," you offer, a playful spread amongst your features. "Payback for the other night."
The rubbish bag floats out his hand, picked up with a flush. "You don't have to."
"I want to," it's final, your tone. Firm, knowing. "Let me help you."
With a deep swallow, he resumes picking up rubbish in the common areas of their house, lost possessions mixed in with trash people didn't try putting away. As per your suggestion, he finds an empty beer box, used as the lost and found box you'll post about on your socials for everyone to find. You work without many words, only exchanging some when necessary. It's not the same silence you shared back before the holidays, that was tender, almost pure. This…is charged, festering. Pushing under his fingernails, attuning him to every sound you make.
Eventually, when all rubbish is cleared and stacked outside on the curb for collectors come daybreak, Sunghoon collapses to the couch, springs hissing under him. You hovered behind him outside and now inside, some hesitation riddles your movements. Sunghoon misses it with his head lolled back, arm covering his eyes for a moment's break.
You're revealed to him when the hesitation is gone, cast in the soft orange wall light of the living room, strobe lights and TV turned off.
During the party, you'd watched the hockey game playing, just as you'd done at Falcon. The difference is that Sunghoon now knows the roaster, an app downloaded on his phone for the latest gameday news.
"Want me to order you an uber?" he asks, voice wavering. He's nervous, running shaky hands up and down the grain of his jeans. "I'd drive you home, but I've had a drink. Or many. I could walk you home if you─"
"I'm good here."
Your words hang for a moment, a guillotine of crashing reality Sunghoon's mind is scrambling to comprehend.
"O…kay?"
He's defenceless, watching you fold onto the couch beside him, one leg crossed with your knee touching his. Even through fabric, your touch is searing. Sunghoon would jolt back, as he pretends he doesn't, but he's frozen in place, perplexed.
Not getting his hopes up.
"So," you start, vanilla scent wafting his way. "Your girlfriend…she's cute."
Sunghoon's lightheaded, dots dominating his feverishly-blinked vision. "Yeah."
"How long you been dating for?"
"A few weeks," Sunghoon answers, unsure. "Give or take."
Your chin lifts, searching. "When's the first time you saw me?"
"Mid October, last year," he replies straightaway. "You'd just started working at Falcon."
A pause, a purposeful one meant to underline how his two responses differ according to who they involve.
"Hm," your elbow props into the storm grey blanket over the ripped leather couch, chin in your palm. His body's not facing you, but he's got his head craned to you. "Interesting."
Sunghoon feels vulnerable, stripped to his barest in what's meant to be the comfort of his home. Only now, it feels like your evil lair.
"Were you gonna tell me?"
Was he? Sunghoon isn't sure, like many things in his buzzing brain. This predicament, your knee on him, how much he likes you, why he's still with his girlfriend. The latter haunts him more than he likes, a discomfort he pushes into a door slammed shut. Yet, it fights back, piling out of the door, demanding an answer.
And truthfully, he doesn't have a clear answer. He just didn't want to be the dickhead who breaks up with Songyi the day they got together.
Rather, he's the dickhead who's cheating on her.
His fingers interlace, a ricochet inside him. "Do you─" he clears his throat, struggling. Not looking at you. "Do you care?"
Another pause. Tonight's been full of them, a lot contemplated with the absence of words.
"No."
He's live-wire again, shuddering out a breath desperately pushing out his fragile lungs. The house is cold, gusts of wind carrying through cracked open windows in the lounge. He shivers, not from the temperature, because you're quickly undoing every stitch of restraint he has.
"I wish I could control myself with you." he admits. To himself, to you.
"Don't," is your low answer, shifting out his peripheral. "It's no use."
At the turn of his head, your knee presses into him further. You're closer now, and he's finally turned his body towards you, a mess of limbs, even messier people owning them. Everything is still, not even the early morning birds crowing, almost as if the rest of the world has left you two behind.
The thought makes everything after this easier.
No one knows who leans in first, but he feels it, the hover of your face and the fan of your breath. It's syrupy sweet, a burst of flavour once your lips press together. His life is never the same again, light and colour so vivid that he can't go back to things before, the imprint of your lips forever remembered. Fingers in his hair, you tether yourself to him to keep yourself from sinking further into desire, the hard pull earning a drawn out moan, muffled by the smacks of moving lips.
Unfathomable greed dictates your actions, not enough closeness between each other, so you straddle him, his large hands skimming your sides, thumb tracing patterns into goosebump-riddled skin. Sunghoon takes, deepening the kiss by gliding a tentative stripe to your bottom lips, welcoming your taste. Finally, he knows what you taste like - an undercurrent of Diet Pepsi and that strawberry gum he sees you smack on.
A hitch in your breath comes when his hands venture further, cold against your warming skin, thumbs running over your hardened nipples. A mewl bleeds into the kiss, hips in prime position for a grind you give into. His grip tightens on your ribcage, shuffling slightly to meet your next grind coming in waves. The scratch of his jeans against your damp underwear creates the friction you've long craved.
Moments pass like this, drinking each other in, tongues brushing, moans swallowed before you pull back. Not enough to bring frigidness into your fold, but enough to catch your breath, forehead pressed to his.
His face is in your hands, held like porcelain as your thumb graze. Comb over his eyebrows, down the slope of his neck, over his plump kissed lips, thumb pad catching the fan of his breath against it. Hands move again, cupping his cheeks as your eyes brim with hidden affection.
"You're so handsome."
A few chaste kisses are all Sunghoon gets before your lips migrate, starting their journey on the sharp edge of his jaw, down the column of his neck. Focused on branding his skin, Sunghoon's hands take control of your aimless hips, grinding you flush against his erection. He groans, teeth in his bottom lip so he can continue getting away with this, you on him and everything it entails. Before he comes to, you're on your knees, pleased as can be as you unbutton his black jeans, lowering them with his underwear to expose his cock.
A desire to pull up his trousers and run off gnaws at his overheating skin, his thoughts muddling as you don't hide how enamoured you are by his cock. He's bigger than you're used to, shaft ribbed with angry veins with a fat tip leaking enough precome to make your stomach turn. The tip of your index finger descends from his happy trail, following stray veins as his skin quivers under your touch, finger running along the veins of his cock to the tip, thumb running over his slit. Because you can't help yourself, you lick him off your thumb.
Sunghoon swears his brain malfunctions, conjures images that can only remain true in the realm of his wildest dreams because there's simply no way you're on your knees for him, licking his come like it's the best thing you've tasted. He groans, fingers moving into your hair as you cover his tip in chaste kisses, swirling your tongue flat against the skin, contact eliciting a hiss through his bared teeth.
He can't remember when last he got a blowjob, Songyi shy and intimidated enough by his size and sex in general to only go as far as a handjob. Her hands barely fit around him, inexperience leaving her stranded for what to do in compensation. But you know, hand seeking out the slick between your legs to lather the rest of his length from harsh friction. It's the single most hottest thing he's ever seen, the grin you do afterwards a close second as you take him into your mouth, jaw unhinging to cover all your bases.
Your head starts to bob, working him further into you, hand close behind your lips forming a tight tunnel to make up for the inches you can't take. The sloppy work of the blowjob eats away at the quiet of the night, Sunghoon's groans and whines thrown in to complete the image as he relishes in the comfort of your mouth. You're so good at it, knowing the right pressure, messy with the level of enthusiasm that slightly worries him he'll come too soon.
It's like you're drunk off him, rhythm never wavering as greed controls how much of his twitching cock you stuff yourself with, getting overzealous as his tip pushes past a gag point. Your throat closes up, a hard gag fluttering around his tip. His fingers go to pull hard at your strands before he remembers better and releases.
Noticing his motions, you pry from him with saliva overlining your lips, hands taking over.
"It's okay," you almost laugh, eyes creased with innocent-like laughter. "You can be a little rough with me. I promise I'll like it."
Sharpness prickles at his spine, surprised. "Y-you sure?"
"Yeah," you nod, tongue swirling around his tip again, only this time you're looking him square in the eyes. "Pull my hair, fuck my throat─it'll make taking you easier."
The groan Sunghoon emits is almost carnal, everything within him used to not flood your mouth with come. You get back to bobbing on his cock, pushing yourself to see how far you can take him even if you gag, water lining your eyes as you cycle through routine gags. The fullness of your throat pulls your nipples taut, your underwear sticking to you in tortured mess.
"Hold on, I'm gonna come," he pants, forehead creased as his hand pull harder on your hair. The smile against his length tells him you don't care for his warning, your pace increases. At this point, you don't care much for what your body can't take, only making him come, your wish quickly coming true.
Sunghoon's rendered desperate enough, shallow bucks of his hips meeting the back of your throat, pleased hums vibrating around him done to undo him. He hits the back of your throat one last time, his hands on either side of your head as he comes down your throat. Pure filth oozes out his lips, moans seeping deep into your bones, choking on the taste of him.
As Sunghoon returns from the wall of pleasure he's rammed into, his body sinks back while his grip loosens on you. Bringing your head up, you showcase his latest masterpiece as your lips detach with a wet pop.
You're filthy, half your face smeared in slobbered saliva and his come, and yet, you've never looked more perfect. So his, tongue darting out to lick the corners of your mouth, eyes moon crescents as you smile at him, a sheepish giggle following.
He's already hard.
"I can't wait anymore."
Surprise splashes onto your face. "You don't need a minute to…?"
"I've waited long enough," his thumb catches one last trace of come, dragging back to the centre of your lips where you lick it clean. His cock kicks, filling in.
Ever the gentlemen, he helps you to your feet, pulling you onto his lap before you toss your top aside, breasts on full display. The fact you didn't bother wearing a bra kept him semi-hard the entire night.
You collapse into messy kisses again, noses bending to dull aches, moans muffled to plush lips moving in unison. Everything is frantic and all-consuming, his shirt tossed aside to the roam of your hands, ghosting over his muscled torso while he grabs a handful of your ass, kneading the flesh to the high whine of your throat.
"I didn't want─" he pants, licking over your lips to make you shiver. "─to do this on the couch."
He sounds so sincere, so sweet. You can't help but chuckle a little, indenting gentle teeth marks into his lip.
"If it were up to me, we'd be doing this on your bed next to her," you murmur, smirking into his quiet gasp. "But this works. As long as I have you."
"You always did."
You're so pressed to stick together, your skirt only bunches up on your hips, making small ridges into your hips. Sunghoon lowers his jeans enough to free himself, his cock standing tall, throbbing with a leaking tip that's red enough to hurt.
"Fuck," he curses, transfixed on you pulling your underwear to the side, material soaked through. "I don't have a condom."
"Don't need it," you hum, hips lifting with your hands guiding his tip along your cunt, a shaken breath shared between you two. "Oh, fuck."
It's the last thing you utter before you're sinking down on his length, sighs of relief heaved in the heated space between your quivering bodies. Sunghoon's holding your hips like a lifeline, head tipped enough to catch your every micro-expression ─ the pleased knit of your brows, the low hang of your jaw, whimpers of pleasure as you ease onto him. Your chest rises and falls in deep breaths, gummy walls burning to the stretch they mould to, devouring every inch Sunghoon has to offer. The lone hand on his shoulder attempts to burrow into his skin, almond-shaped nails gripping for a sliver of stability.
"Holy fuck," he huffs, eyes dropping down to where you're clenching around him. "You're so─shit. You're so damn tight."
"You're huge, what the─" a groan empties out of you the moment you near the base of his cock, features pulled taut. "So full..give a minute."
Through gritted teeth, you attempt to acclimatize to his size, slippery walls working overtime as they flutter around him. Sunghoon's losing his mind, panting like a dog as he fights off the urge to really fill you, teeth seeking yours as they snag onto your bottom lip, drawing back with anguish and the taste of blood.
His need seeps through to you, fuel to your burning fire as your energy harnesses in your hips, moving to drag his cock from under his tip down near his pelvis. You're not working with much speed, but he's hitting so deep inside to draw out meek mewls, his hands pushing underneath your ass to give you more leverage.
"Oh God," he whines, halfway apart as your cunt milks him dry. It doesn't help your breasts swing in his face, coming down with the force of your combined thrusts. "You feel so fucking good. So perfect on me."
"I can't take it all," you whine, near tears with moisture dampening your lashes, a hopeless daze in your eyes. "Move me, it's okay. I d-dont have to walk tomorrow."
"You're taking me so well already," one hand leaves from underneath you, on the back of your head as he leans in to kiss your hairline.
An abandoned thought comes to mind. "Open your mouth."
"Huh?"
"I said," his hips lift, knocking hard enough to release a low-level screech. "Open your mouth."
Malleable to his will, you comply, helped by the iron-clad grip under your chin before he spits on your tongue. Sunghoon thinks he watches you shatter, features screwed together as a deep moan echoes through you. His back sinks further into the couch, both hands back on your hips to fuck you on him, using you like you said he could.
"This isn't working."
Out your syrupy daze, some leftover sense clings to his words, frowning in confusion. Before you can ask what he means, his large arms wrap around you, standing to his feet. Letting out a yelp, your legs cling to him, wondering endless possibilities before you're put on your back, legs spread. Sunghoon has one knee bent on the couch, his other foot on the ground. His fingers card through his hair, pushing it back before he lines himself up again, slipping right in.
"Better," he sighs in true relief, the sharpness of his canines resembling an animal. "Now I can fuck you how I want."
"How you want." he beams before giving you his worst, months of endless pining coming to a head.
Guilt ceases to exist as he pulls out till his tip remains inside, pushing forwards to bury himself to the hilt. A loud squelch accompanying his thrusts, a river's worth of slick dribbling out your cunt and onto the grey blanket.
"You're─hmph, tighter than before," Sunghoon manages a chuckle, thrusts buckling under your vice grip. "How does that work?"
"I'm taking all of you, t-that's why," you smirk, head tilted like you can do no wrong. "Are you proud of me?"
His surprise doesn't stop him this time, a gradual tempo building with the bounce of your breasts. "I will be when you come on my cock."
A flip has switched. Sunghoon's no longer the bashful man who'd tremble at the thought of complimenting you, reservation letting you get away with touches he secretly adores. Now, he's a culmination of every day he couldn't have you.
"Do people know?" he asks, fucking you harder. "Do your friends know how much you love taken dick?"
Knots twist your stomach to never unravel, arms covering your eyes having little to do with silencing your moans, decibels climbing each time Sunghoon knocks into you.
"Don't stoooop," you slur, cunt pulsating around his length. "My stomach…!"
A mean laugh hits your ears. "You can feel me in your stomach?" One hand abandons the top of your thigh, the heel of his palm pressing down onto the faint outline in your stomach. "Is that where I am?"
"Yes!" you hiccup, brain turning to mush as the dulled stretch of his cock wanes to an rush of ecstasy, heavy balls smacking against the flesh of your ass.
"So loud, baby," his ears flood, the thought of getting caught more enticing than troubling. "Want the whole house knowing how dirty you are? Want her to know what a good whore you are for me?"
You clamp down hard on him, boiling down to the singular thought of coming. Sunghoon does you a favour by speeding up the process, fingertips collecting slick splashed back on your thighs to rub over your clit, rush of his fingers pulling out a high-pitched squeal.
"Where's your fucking manners?"
Old couch springs show their age as they hiss under Sunghoon's moving weight, the slap of your bodies dangling in the air like an open secret. You sound like you're heaven-sent, so helpless to the overwhelm of pleasure as Sunghoon's cock bullies into you, blush blooming beneath your sweat-veiled skin.
"Hoonie, I─" you choke on the words, pressed for air. "I'm close."
"Am too, sweet girl," Sunghoon huffs, his thrust becoming more frantic. "Tell me you want this forever, tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours. I love being yours," you cry, teary eyes staring up at him, pulling him down by his chain. "Give me what I want. Fill me up."
His hips stutter then, oxygen knocked out of him. "Want my come?"
"Want it so bad, Hoonie!"
"Okay, baby," he twitches, your gummy walls his demise. "Take it. Take my come, sweet girl."
"Sung─ah!"
It's too late, the thread's already snapped, orgasms hitting at the same time. Divine timing, as it's always been with you two, bodies suspended in the temporary bliss of your highs. It's unlike anything either of you have experienced, vision a blinding white as a thick stream of come coats your walls in a warm welcome. Sunghoon looks at you the entire time, watching your eyes roll, the map of delight in the details of your face. There's a shine about you, so special in his eyes, the single memory he wishes to die with.
Eventually, the world starts to come back, timelapse setting back to real world time, exhausted pants occupying the air. Sunghoon doesn't know what to think or how to feel, his body on auto-pilot as he falls on his ass opposite you, head hanging off the couch's arm. Weak arms haul you onto the opposite end, limbs tangled like the web of lies you'll continue to weave, tonight only the beginning.
According to the internet, any sex involving the exchange or contact of blood binds two souls together, their fate forever sealed in time. A hoax to some, but an inkling of truth to Sunghoon as he tries to pick up the pieces of that night.
By the grace of a higher power, you two don't get caught, lost in a trance of kisses until the Uber honks outside his house. Sunghoon sleeps on the couch, at least having the heart not to slip into the bed you spoke of defiling, girlfriend none the wiser. Jake wakes him up not much later, holding a store-bought cake he insists on Sunghoon help icing with the word virgin crossed out. When the man of the hour finally comes downstairs─Sieun already having left─party poppers and horns go off, celebratory claps earning Heeseung's hand over his heart, smile the widest they've seen.
Songyi comes down after Heeseung embellishes his story, draped in articles of Sunghoon's clothing. He wonders what you'd look like in the same outfit.
A lot of his thoughts trace back to you, in fact. Not made any better by the onslaught of texts you exchange throughout the day, Songyi picking up most of Sunghoon's slack when he's meant to be cleaning. No regret is mentioned, only the desire to see each other again.
Sunghoon's never felt so alive.
Unfortunately, your arrangement has a bit of a slow start. Rarely do you see each other in the following weeks, handcuffed to study desks and library tables as exams take a toll of the student population. It's always torture, but a special kind this time because in the facade of his life, Sunghoon has little to no time to see you. The most he gets is is the odd day in the library, sat tables away from where you work with friends, grabbing your ass when you pass by.
However, when Sunghoon walks out the hall of his last exam, he waves to his classmates and beelining to your house where you tangle in sheets stained in deceit. Days later, when all the guys are finished their exams, bar names are thrown around as a means of celebration.
To no one's surprise, they end up at the Falcon.
Twenty minutes before rush hour, few souls dot about, the guys lucking out with no queues. You're working tonight, the same scene bringing about shared looks amongst their group. Unfazed, Sunghoon approaches the bar in a confident strut, a knee-knocking smoulder presented to your beaming figure.
"What can I get you, gentlemen?" you bite back a grin, drying off the last few pint glasses.
The guys list their orders, not subtle with cast looks over to Sunghoon. He doesn't buckle like he used to, a calm front maintained as he places his order last.
His elbow braces against the wooden bar-top, a playful arch to his eyebrows. "How about a friendly discount?"
You're picking out their glasses, shaking your head with a chuckle.
"No can do. My boss is onto me," your cheeks bunch up in the smile you can't hide much longer. "The best I can do is this,"
In real time, the guys witness Sunghoon and you lean towards each other, quick lock of your lips blowing their heads right off. Sunghoon pulls away, nipping at your bottom lip, mischief in your features as you add on. "Grab a seat. I'll come over with those drinks."
Without a hitch, Sunghoon leads the way to their corner table of the bar, the pool table occupied again. The ongoing game is the least of Jay's concerns, his and the rest of the guys bewildered stares boring into Sunghoon's skull.
"What the hell was that?" Heeseung breaks first.
"Aren't you with, what's her face?" Jay says, snapping his fingers with nothing to show for it.
"Songyi." supplies Jake, a dirty knit to his face. "Are you cheating on her?"
Their longtime friend doesn't elaborate, not bothering with words as Sunghoon fishes out his phone out from his pocket. After a few careless swipes, his phone is pushed to the centre of the round table, his three roommates leaning in to read the tragic texts.
Sunghoon: I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore.
Sunghoon: There's somebody else.
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