⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆…thinking about sunghoon…letting you ride his biceps because they turn just you on!
it actually physically hurt. the way sunghoon existed in public, all those sharp lines and heavy muscle, it felt like a secret everyone was trying to steal.
more so, you hated the gym.
you hated the way the fluorescent lights hit his skin, the way other women could just look at him for free while he pushed himself to his limits.
but he had his place—he knew his place, and that was you.
sunghoon lounged on the shared bed, looking far too edible in that white muscle shirt. he was scrolling, laughing at some dumb stuff jake sent, but the second he shifted and his bicep jumped—thick, and terrifyingly perfect, you felt your sanity slip. you dropped your book, the thud muffled by the duvet, and crawled over until you could press your face into his chest.
he dropped his phone immediately. the clatter on the nightstand was the only sound before his fingers were in your hair, tugging gently to tilt your head back.
"what'r you doing, hm?" he rasped, his voice a low, vibrating hum that you felt in your teeth.
you didn't answer, just trailed your lips up to the hollow of his throat, inhaling the sharp, clean scent of his body wash. you were marking him. "just kissing you," you murmured against his pulse, though you both knew it was a lie.
his hand slid down your spine, heavy and warm, before his fingers dug into your hip to ground you. it was a warning, a silent settle down, but it only made you hungrier. you moved your attention to his arm, peppering desperate, open-mouthed kisses along the peak of his bicep. sunghoon let out a dark, amused huff, and then he flexed hard. the muscle swelled under your lips, solid as granite, a silent taunt.
"just kissing me? you're acting like a little animal," he teased, his eyes dark with the kind of focus he usually reserved for his heaviest sets.
you sat up then, the oversized hoodie sliding off one shoulder as you reached down and stepped out of your panties. you didn't look away from him once. you straddled his arm, your thighs tight and demanding as they hugged that flexed bicep, and you sank down slowly until the heat of your pussy pressed right against him.
"can't i enjoy my handsome boyfriend?" you whispered, your voice thick with a need that was bordering on feral. "everybody else gets to watch you work out. i'm the only one who gets to do this."
sunghoon didn't move to stop you; instead, he settled back into the pillows, his arms going still and solid as iron. he watched with a hooded gaze as you began to move, rubbing yourself rhythmically against his arm.
the sight of your wetness slicking his skin, the contrast of his pale, flexed bicep against your heat, made his jaw tighten. he loved how feral you got for him, how you claimed every inch of his hard-earned physique as your personal playground. he just stayed there, a silent, smirking pedestal for your pleasure, enjoying the view of you taking exactly what belonged to you.
you leaned forward, palms flat against his chest for leverage, feeling the heavy thud of his heart against your hands. you were grinding down hard now, your pussy soaking and slicking his bicep until his skin glistened. it was a filthy sight—watching your own folds swell and rub against the rock-hard muscle he spent hours perfecting for everyone else to see. but they didn’t get this. they didn't get to see how his bicep twitched and jumped under your clit.
"f-fuck hoonie," you whimpered, the words breaking into a wet moan as you picked up the pace. "all this... all these fucking muscles... they're only for me to sit on. i hate that they look at you. i hate it so much."
sunghoon let out a choked, dark chuckle, his head hitting the headboard as he watched you work yourself into a frenzy. he didn't even try to touch you yet; he just stayed flexed, his arm like a heated iron bar between your thighs. he loved seeing you this desperate, seeing how much of a mess you were making on his skin.
"so fucking needy," he rasped, his eyes fixed on where you were joined. "so greedy. go on then, baby. fuck my arm. show me how much you missed me while i was at the gym."
the way he said it made you lose it. you began to buck your hips, your pussy lips sliding and friction-burning against his bicep. the wet, slapping sounds filled the quiet room, making your face flush with heat. "fuck, m’ gonna cum all over you," you hissed, your head tossing back as you felt the orgasm building, sharp and violent.
you let out a loud, wrecked moan, your internal muscles clenching down tight on his arm as you finally came, shuddering and rubbing your clit one last time against the hard peak of his muscle. you collapsed against his chest, gasping for air, your wetness dripping down the side of his arm and onto the sheets.
sunghoon finally moved, his hand coming up to grip the back of your neck, pulling your face close so he could see the glazed look in your eyes. "finished?" he whispered, his thumb catching a stray tear on your cheek. "because you've got me so fucking hard now, i don't think you're going anywhere for a long time."
a/n: i seen an edit of sunghoon and his biceps and i gooned. so enjoy my 3am idea :)
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