[hooninisms]

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 | 02: lock tf in bro

synopsis: in which riki tries to put you on with his friend sunghoon, of course failing to mention that they’re centuries old vampires.

pairing: fem!reader x vampire!sunghoon

ss count: 20

warnings: cussing ig??

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authors note: part two hehe sorry this is kinda slow burn ofc

thank you sm for reading, mwah 💋

series tag list: @vilovestosimp @kociluvsatoru @dina-10s-blog @kitteaasstuff @aliyahlovesjakr @xo-tilwod @megamatt43

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sunghoon calling u puppy while having u sit on his lap legs spread n up while petting ur little cunnie…

[tessa365]

want him to put me in a headlock as he pounds into me from behind

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soo..gamer jay anyone? 😅😅😅

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on god fuck off asswat get away from me and my Ominous page in which i have 14 followers.

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Silly girl says she’ll start writing and never does

[honeymoonave777]

IF IT HURTS TO BREATHE, OPEN A 𝓦INDOW

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝓗──── you, the university's darling belle, have always charmed your way through everything. the same goes for your plug, who supplies your secret guilty pleasure. but you just so happen to be late on payments . . .

﹙ 1.3k ﹚ plug!riki x fem!r ✶ blowjob dub con semipublic sex size kink dacryphilia impact play degradation hair pulling humping his boot facial mean riki

𝒏ote : not proofread

plug!riki who you coincidentally run into a frat party—to your misfortune. here you are, all dolled up. lashes coated in mascara, pink lip gloss slathered all over your pillowy lips, and a cute white ruffled miniskirt on. "how come you had the time to get ready all pretty, but not pay me back yet, hm?"

plug!riki who quickly tugs your wrist before you can coyly sweet-talk him like you always do. he pulls you into a secluded corner. "you owe me, so be a good girl and get to work, yeah?" he hisses, harshly pushing your head down and unzipping his pants before you can catch a breath. he shoves his girthy cock, angry red at the tip and already leaking with pearly globs of pre-cum, down your throat. your pleas are muffled. each vibration of your high-pitched whines around him only make his dick twitch more. you have no choice but to comply as he thrusts all the way in, hitting the back of your throat. your tiny mouth is stretched to the brim and that finally satiates him. he groans, "just look at you. on your knees where anyone can see you like a whore." he pouts mockingly, "see, this is what happens when you get late on your payments, you understand, doll?"

plug!riki who doesn't move yet. he just traces the outline of his length poking out from under your cheek. his gaze darkens, eyes blown out as he groans at the sight of the bulge. evidence of how small you really are compared to his engorged cock. "you're gonna be my little cumdump for tonight. my slut," he mumbles in a daze, more to himself than you. he's completely lost in how tight your hot mouth feels clamped around him and he hasn't even fucked you yet. that's when you decide to switch tactics. you're going to do your very best to please him so he calms down. so, you hold onto his thighs for support as you begin to hollow your cheeks around him. tears pool at your eyes, dribbling down in fat spurts down your flushed cheeks, but you just ignore it as he slowly starts thrusting in and out. he thinks this is the most gorgeous you've ever looked. mascara ruined, gloss smeared across your swollen, puffy lips. he moans loudly, "good girl. . . yeah, just like that."

plug!riki who notices your eyes flitting around. you're absolutely terrified that someone will find you in this compromising position. "where're you looking, doll?" riki huffs. now, he's annoyed again and even more furious. he wraps your hair in his fist like a ponytail and grips it tightly, forcing his cock in impossibly deeper until your nose bumps against his heavy balls. they jiggle and slap against your face as he starts properly fucking your mouth like a fleshlight. you nearly dissociate, eyes rolling back at the way he sharply tugs at your hair just right, the pain blending into pleasure. the symphony of his tortured groans sends shivers down your spine. it feels oddly good knowing you're the one who got him like this. so feral. it makes you giddy, almost lightheaded.

plug!riki who suddenly slaps you right then. you jolt, your pussy clenching around nothing and aching. fuck, this is so wrong. the visceral sound of his palm cracking against your soft cheek echoes throughout the darkness. he draws his hand back just to watch the patch of red already blooming across the smooth expanse of skin. so beautiful. "pay attention, whore." he quickly shoves out of your mouth and you oddly mourn the loss. he tugs you by your hair until your head tilts down to the floor. "see? look at what you did. you've been enjoying this too much, haven't you?" your eyes widen at the sight below. a testament to his claim, his black boots are completely soaked, shiny and gleaming in the shadows with your arousal. you'd been humping his foot just for any friction to ease the need between your legs. and you hadn't even realized it. "i-i'm sorry," you scrambled. a wicked grin spreads across his face slowly. his eyes light up as a new idea dawns on him.

plug!riki who raises his hand again. you flinch. but he just softly cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb slowly across the bruised, tender skin. "aww, don't be, sweetheart." you whimper at his sudden gentleness. he continues, "just be good and keep doing it, hm? make yourself cum with my foot. then, i'll consider your debt paid." your face immediately burned with shame. just the idea itself was utterly humiliating. but you didn't have a choice, now, did you? it's your fault for doing it in the first place, right? so, you slowly lifted up your skirt just enough to tug your panties to the side. the cool air hit your aching, wet clit. you gasped, shivering at the contrast, sending jolts through your body. riki watched in satisfaction as you finally lowered yourself onto him. your head was still drooped over. you were just too embarrassed to look at him.

plug!riki who tsked, clicking his tongue. "nono, we can't have that now. look at me while you rut against me like the greedy little slut you are," he cooes, tilting your chin up with two fingers. you follow his order as he starts to palm his length. the tip of his boot catches on your entrance, making you moan wantonly. your pussy clenches. it's exactly where you need it but just not enough to fill you up the way you so desperately wished for. you become tunnel visioned to just chasing that feeling. you swish your hips from side to side in desperate, quick motions. the dented, beat up texture of the rough leather rubbed deliciously against your soft, velvety folds. it made you think about where he'd worn these boots. the dingy places he liked to frequent. how long he'd owned them for. how dirty they'd gotten and how you were using it just to make yourself cum. what does that make you, then? riki seemed to be able to read your mind, cursing under his breath right then. "dirty fucking slut," he whispered as he curled his fist tighter around himself, speeding up. he was right. that's what you were. a dirty worthless fucking slut slobbering all over his boots. you came as soon as the thought materialized, crying out in a high-pitched moan. "f-fuck i'm coming, riki!!" you gushed all over his boots, soaking them completely until clear droplets dripped down the sides.

plug!riki who stares in awe at the sight of his boots drenched in your cum. you'd actually done it. you'd came just from his fucking foot. he wildly pumps into his fist as fast as he can. "fuck, look at you dripping all over my shoe," he groans. it doesn't take long before he orgasms. "fuckkk, fuckk i'm coming." he throws his head back as thick spurts of cum leak from his swollen tip, landing all over your face. your eyes, your cheeks, some droplets even getting on the hair framing your face. he doesn't stop until you're completely painted white. his little masterpiece. he fists your hair again. "clean it up." you catch what you can on your lips, lapping it up like a puppy. "swallow it, bitch." you stick out your pink tongue to show him you swallowed. he tugs your hair harshly. "o-ow, what is it?" you squeak in pain. didn't you do what he wanted? he shakes his head, "i meant, all of it," he says, stomping his boot against the ground once to show you how the wet puddle squelched around his shoe, where his cum and yours had mixed together.

plug!riki who watches as you crouch, ass up in the air, skirt haphazardly half on, half off as you lick at the floor like a fucking dog. he doesn't let go of your hair until you clean up every. single. drop.

plug!riki who swiftly zips up his pants. he pats your head once, smirking, "see ya," and leaves you right there, still on your knees.

[evanificais]

What binds us.

dilf!psh x reader, dads bsf!psh, age gap, virginity loss, toxic parental relationship, alcoholism, daddy issues, fingering, mutual masturbation, recording, unprotected sex, hyung line mentioned, smoking, illit moka & minju mentioned, not proofread 6.8k wc

when your father's disgustingly good-looking best friend drops off your drunk dad, only to stay behind and distract you from the pain.

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you loved school.

not because you were some overly studious nerd who couldn't get enough of textbooks and homework, but because school felt freeing. it was the only place where your lungs didn’t burn with the suffocating scent of alcohol.

home was different.

you dreaded walking back every afternoon, fingers tightening around your bag as you stood outside the front door, already knowing what waited on the other side.

the smell hit first.

sharp. bitter. stale.

it clung to the walls, the furniture and your clothes like it had permanently seeped into every corner of your life.

you hated it. you hated what caused it even more.

your dad.

ever since your mom died from a brutal car accident, your life had never been the same.

what was once a warm, happy family slowly fell apart piece by piece. your dad changed after her death. at first it was only a drink or two after work, small enough for you to pretend it wasn’t becoming a problem.

but as the days turned into months, and the months into years, his grief only grew heavier.

and so did the drinking.

he drowned himself in alcohol so often that eventually, it felt like he stopped being your father altogether. the man who used to laugh with your mom in the kitchen and drive you to school every morning became nothing more than a stranger passing through the house.

now, you couldn’t even remember the last proper conversation the two of you had without it turning into some sort of argument.

it had probably been almost two years.

you kept your bag slung over one shoulder as you sat in class, staring at your notebook without really seeing it.

you blinked slowly, forcing yourself to write a few words down just so it looked like you were listening.

around you, everyone else seemed more awake than you felt.

moka was somewhere nearby, probably already done copying notes and now quietly kicking your chair just to get your attention.

“psst,” she whispered. “you’re literally spacing out again.”

you turned your head slightly, forcing a small hum of acknowledgment.

“i’m not,” you mumbled.

instead of turning back to her work, she leaned forward a little.

“hey,” she whispered again. “random question.”

“do you think minju likes anyone?” that got your attention.

you glanced at her. “what?”

moka tried (and failed) to look casual.

“nothing. i was just wondering.”

you stared at her for a second, “you like her.”

“shh!” moka immediately hissed, looking around even though nobody was paying attention. “keep your voice down.”

you couldn't help the small smile that tugged at your lips, “wow.”

you let out a quiet laugh.

for the first time all lesson, moka looked more distracted than you did.

the bell eventually came like a relief you didn’t realize you were waiting for.

chairs pushed back, the room filled with noise again, and people started packing up faster than the teacher could even finish speaking.

you moved a little slower, slipping your notebook into your bag while everyone else rushed out.

moka waited for you by the door, rocking back on her heels.

the hallway was crowded, loud with students spilling out of classrooms, lockers slamming shut, voices overlapping everywhere.

you kept your gaze forward, letting moka talk beside you about something random—someone’s drama, a test she barely studied for, a teacher she didn’t like.

you responded here and there, but your answers were short, half there.

at one point, minju passed by with a few friends and moka's sentence immediately cut off.

you watched her eyes follow minju for a second before she quickly looked away.

“you are so obvious,” you said.

“i literally didn't do anything.”

“right.”

“i didn't!”

by the time you reached the school gates, the air outside felt slightly better.

you slowed down without realizing it as you began to focus on what moka had to say.

“come on, y/n!” moka whined, dramatically tugging on your arm as the two of you walked out of school. “it’s been forever, and we’re always hanging out at my place. i wanna go to yours for once too.”

you let out a quiet sigh, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“maybe another time.”

“that’s what you said last time,” she pouted, narrowing her eyes at you suspiciously. “and the time before that. are you secretly hiding something in your house or something?”

if only she knew.

your grip tightened slightly around your bag. “it’s just messy.”

“messy?” moka scoffed. “y/n, my room literally looks like a tornado hit it every other day. i don’t care.”

you forced out a small laugh, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.

moka slowed her steps, her expression softening almost immediately. “hey,” she said quietly, nudging your shoulder. “you know you can tell me if something’s wrong, right?”

the words made something uncomfortable twist in your chest.

because something was wrong.

something had been wrong for years now.

but no matter how many times moka asked, you could never bring yourself to say it out loud. admitting it would make everything feel too real.

so instead, you smiled. "nothing’s wrong,” you lied.

moka stared at you for a moment longer before sighing dramatically again. “fineee. but one day i’m showing up at your house uninvited.”

your heart nearly stops. "don't do that," you give her a playful smile to cover up the anxiousness that filled your heart.

"there’s a convenience store near your house, right? we can just go there.” she suggests.

you paused for a second. “…okay,” you said quietly.

moka immediately lit up and the two of you started walking. her chatter filling the space as she talked about random things you barely registered. your steps slowed slightly the closer you got to your neighborhood, that familiar weight settling in your chest again.

same streets. same air. same feeling you always tried to escape after school.

moka, however, didn’t notice. she was too busy skipping ahead a few steps, pointing at random things like she always did.

inside the convenience store, everything felt almost normal again.

the soft buzz of the fridge, the quiet beeping at the register, the crinkle of snack bags as you and moka wandered the aisles like you had all the time in the world.

moka had already claimed half the store in her arms again. “this is for later,” she said, dropping a pack of chips into her basket. “and this is for now. and this is just… because i feel like it.”

you shook your head slightly, picking out a drink and tossing it into your own hand-held basket. for a moment, it almost felt easy.

then the door slammed open, the bell above it rang too loudly.

you both paused.

a man stumbled inside, slightly off balance, holding onto the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him upright. his breath was heavy, his eyes unfocused, and he walked straight to the alcohol section without even looking around.

he grabbed a few cans of beer then stopped at the counter.

the cashier greeted him politely, but the man didn’t respond properly. he just stared for a second too long, like he was trying to understand something that wasn’t making sense.

and then his voice suddenly snapped through the store.

“why are you charging me this much? are you trying to rob me or something?”

you stiffened a bit.

the cashier blinked, clearly startled. “sir, that’s the price—”

“don’t lie to me,” the man barked, slamming the cans down harder than necessary. “you think i don’t know what you people do?”

the entire store felt like it had gone quiet.

a few customers glanced over. someone near the entrance stepped back. moka slowly lowered her basket.

you weren’t looking at the cashier anymore.

you were looking at the man.

and something in your chest tightened, cold and familiar, before you could stop it. the moment you realized who it was, everything in your body went still.

the voice. the posture.

no.

no, no, no.

your basket slipped slightly in your hand.

“y/n?” moka whispered, noticing your sudden change. “hey… what’s wrong?”

you couldn’t answer, your throat felt tight like something had wrapped around it and pulled.

your dad’s voice cut through the store again, louder now, more unsteady.

“what are you staring at?”

he turned and his eyes landed on you.

for a split second, there was nothing there. no recognition, just confusion. then it hit him.

“oh,” he said, voice sharpening instantly. “so you’re here.”

moka frowned, looking between you and him. “wait… you know him?”

you still couldn’t speak.

your dad stepped away from the counter, unsteady but suddenly focused on you in a way that made your skin crawl.

“don’t look at me like that,” he snapped, pointing vaguely. “why are you even out? what, you think you can just—”

his voice rose, drawing attention again.

you took a small step back without realizing it.

your breathing was wrong now. too fast. too shallow. like your body didn’t know how to stay inside itself properly.

moka grabbed your arm, panicked. “y/n, hey—hey, look at me.”

his face twisted as he noticed your reaction.

“oh, don’t start with that,” he barked suddenly, louder. “don’t do that, you guilt tripping bitch.”

his words blurred together after that.

all you could feel was the noise. the store. the breathing. the weight of being seen like this. and moka, beside you, suddenly very, very unsure of what she was watching.

your dad’s eyes stayed on you, unfocused and unsteady, like he was seeing you through something warped.

“stop standing there like that,” he snapped suddenly. “you always do this. you always show up at the worst times and make everything—”

he cut himself off, jaw tightening as he dragged a hand down his face.

“you don’t get it,” he muttered, voice rough, fraying at the edges. “the way you look at me.. it's just like her.”

your chest tightened.

he pointed vaguely in your direction, not even fully steady on his feet.

“i wish i never had you.” he said sharply.

it wasn’t a big sentence but it landed like one.

something in you cracked open, too loud in your head. your vision blurred before you could stop it.

moka said your name again, more urgent this time, but it barely reached you. you took a step back before you ran out of the store. vision blurred which completely blind sighted you.

it didn’t matter, you kept moving anyway.

the park had gone quiet by the time midnight rolled in, leaving only the distant hum of cars and the soft rustle of trees moving in the cold air.

you had stayed there for hours without really meaning to, just sitting through the weight of your thoughts until everything blurred.

eventually, your legs carried you home on their own. the closer you got, the heavier everything felt, the familiar streets and dim streetlights doing nothing to ease the tight feeling in your chest.

when you finally reached your building, you paused in front of the door longer than you should have. for a moment, you just stood there, staring at it, as if waiting for something to change if you delayed it long enough.

but nothing did, so you went inside.

the smell hit you the second you stepped in.

stale alcohol, thick and sour, already filling the air like it had nowhere else to go. it clung to everything instantlu, slipping into your lungs before you even had time to brace yourself for it.

then, slowly, you stepped in and let the door close behind you.

you paused in the doorway for a moment, eyes instinctively moving to the living room, expecting to see your dad like usual—slumped on the couch, tv on, bottle in hand.

but the couch was empty, no tv, no movement, no sign of him at all.

your chest tightened slightly as you stepped inside, realizing pretty quickly what that meant. he wasn’t home. he had gone out again.

you did enjoy these moments when he was out, when the apartment didn’t feel as suffocating and you could move around freely without the fear of running into him.

you made your way to your room, closing the door behind you a little too softly, like even sound felt dangerous tonight.

once you were inside, you sat on the edge of your bed and finally reached for your phone. the screen lit up immediately, a few notifications already waiting for you.

there were multiple messages, all sent not long after you ran out of the store.

where are you?? please answer me im so sorry about him, i didnt know your dad was like that are you okay??

you stared at moka’s messages for a moment longer, your thumb hovering before you finally typed back.

im okay

you didn’t wait for a reply.

instead, you locked your phone and set it aside, like that alone could shut the world out for a while. then you got up and headed to the bathroom, moving on autopilot.

the shower helped a little, but not enough to really fix anything. just enough to blur your thoughts at the edges, to make the day feel slightly farther away than it was before.

when you were done, you changed into something comfortable—an oversized shirt that swallowed your frame, soft shorts, and a pair of socks that made your steps quieter against the floor.

you didn’t feel better.

but at least you felt a little less like you were holding everything together.

you eventually made your way downstairs, more out of habit than hunger, opening the fridge and staring at it for a moment before grabbing whatever was easiest to make.

a classic nutella sandwich.

the quiet of the apartment helped a little while you moved around the kitchen, focused on the small task in front of you.

suddenly, you hear from the front door a soft click, followed by it opening.

your hands froze mid-motion.

for a second you didn’t even breathe, just standing there as the sound of footsteps reached the entryway.

your mind immediately filled in the worst possibility.

him.

without thinking, you crouched down quickly and slid under the kitchen counter, pulling your legs in close and pressing yourself into the small space as quietly as you could.

your heart was already racing.

a heavier sound, like someone struggling slightly with weight, something being shifted carefully rather than dropped or thrown. the kind of sound that made your stomach tighten all over again because it didn’t fit the scenario your brain had already prepared for.

you hesitantly shifted just enough to peek out from your hiding spot.

what you saw made you freeze completely.

a man you didn’t recognize was inside your apartment, steadying your dad’s unconscious body with a firm grip as he guided him toward the couch. your dad looked completely out of it, barely supported, his weight slumped against the stranger’s shoulder.

the man set him down carefully, adjusting his position so he wouldn’t fall off, before straightening up and finally glancing around the room.

that was when you really saw him properly.

he was really good-looking. like genuinely breath taking. sharp jawline, straight nose that gave his face a clean, structured look.

holy shit.

you slowly rose from under the counter, the man hadn’t noticed you yet, his attention still on your dad as he adjusted him slightly on the couch, making sure he was stable.

carefully, you stepped out into the open, each movement slow and hesitant. only when your footsteps lightly brushed against the floor did he pause.

he turned.

his eyes landed on you, and for a brief second his expression shifted—subtle surprise flickering across his face, like he genuinely hadn’t expected anyone else to be there.

his gaze stayed on you for a moment longer before he spoke, voice calm but curious.

“oh? i didn't know he had a daughter.”

of course that fucker wouldn’t have told anyone about you.

you stepped a little closer, your eyes drifting past the stranger to where your father now lay on the couch, completely out of it. the sight made something in your stomach twist. slumped, unresponsive, the reality of it settling in all over again in a way you didn’t want to look at for too long.

you forced your gaze away.

the man noticed the shift in your expression almost immediately. without saying anything else, he turned and started walking toward the kitchen. a silent cue to go with him.

after a brief hesitation, you followed him.

the apartment felt quieter the farther you moved from the living room, like the tension there stayed behind with your father. the kitchen light was softer, warmer somehow, and he leaned slightly against the counter as he waited, glancing at you once you stepped in behind him.

“sorry, should’ve introduced myself,” he said, glancing at you properly. “i’m sunghoon.”

you noticed the way his eyes lingered on your face for a moment, like he was quietly trying to place you in the picture he already had in his head.

“i’m y/n,” you said softly, your voice coming out smaller than you intended.

there was a brief pause after that.

you found yourself looking back at him properly too, the thick brows that gave him a naturally composed look. the moles on his face, one sitting close to the bridge of his nose, another a little lower on his cheek.

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, rolling it between his fingers for a second before lighting it. the small spark briefly lit his face, then faded as he took a slow drag, his eyes still resting on you like he hadn’t missed a single thing you’d said or done.

the silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy in a way you couldn’t quite name.

“sorry about your dad,” he said after a moment, exhaling faintly to the side so the smoke didn’t drift toward you. his tone stayed calm, almost matter-of-fact, but there was something softer underneath it. “i know he’s… not easy to deal with.”

you weren’t sure what to say to that.

“it’s okay… i’m used to it,” you said quietly, lowering your gaze to the floor instead of looking at him.

sunghoon watched you for a moment, his cigarette still between his fingers as he took another slow drag. there was a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, not mocking, just faintly amused in a way that made him look even more unreadable.

“we were out having drinks and he passed out like usual,” he said casually, exhaling smoke to the side. his eyes never really left you. “normally i wouldn’t see anyone home. this is the first time i’ve seen you.”

his tone made it sound simple, like he was just stating a fact, but the way he looked at you suggested he was taking in more than just the situation. the way his eyes roamed from your face, down to your chest and legs.

was he checking you out?

he tilted his head slightly, cigarette still between his fingers as he held it out a little in your direction, like it was an offer that didn’t require much thought.

“want one?”

your eyes dropped to it for a second before flicking back up to him, “actually, are you even old enough to?” he asked, tone flat but with a hint of amusement under it.

you scoffed under your breath, the smallest bit of defiance slipping through. “i’m 18. of course i can.”

then your gaze dropped again, voice quieter this time.

“i’ve done it before...”

sunghoon didn’t say anything right away.

he studied you for a moment longer, like he was weighing your words instead of just hearing them. then, without much ceremony, he pulled another cigarette from the pack and offered it anyway.

“then take one, little girl,” he said simply.

your heart skips a beat at the nickname. cheeks flushing before you hesitantly grabbed it.

a lighter flicked between his fingers a second later, and soon enough the quiet of your kitchen was filled with that faint, drifting smoke curling into the air between you.

the kitchen stayed quiet, only the faint hum of the fridge and the slow burn of the cigarette filling the space between you.

sunghoon leaned against the counter like he had nowhere else to be, eyes drifting over you for a moment before settling again. not intense, but observant in a way that made it hard to ignore.

you shifted slightly under his gaze, unsure what to say or do with the silence.

a small exhale left him, almost like a quiet laugh.

“not much of a talker, are we?” he said, voice low and calm, like he was commenting on the weather rather than you.

your eyes flicked up to him briefly before dropping again. “i just don’t know what to say.”

that seemed to amuse him a little more. he took another slow drag, watching you through the smoke as if he was figuring you out.

sunghoon’s gaze drifted away from you, slowly scanning the room like he was taking it in properly for the first time instead of just standing in it.

that’s when he stopped and his eyes settled on the wall behind you.

there was an old framed photo hanging slightly off-center, like it had been put there a long time ago and never adjusted since.

you followed his gaze.

it was a picture from years ago, before everything changed. you were thirteen, caught in a moment you barely felt like belonged to you anymore. smiling too brightly, arms wrapped around your mom and dad in a way that looked so easy, so normal, it almost didn’t feel real now.

sunghoon didn’t say anything right away. his expression shifted slightly, something unreadable passing through his eyes as he looked at it longer than expected.

then he glanced back at you, like he was comparing the photo to the person standing in front of him now.

“you look so happy in that,” he said after a pause.

your throat tightened immediately.

“i was,” you said, then quickly added, softer, “i guess.”

the words hung in the air longer than you meant them to. sunghoon’s expression shifted slightly, something quieter settling in his eyes as he looked at you instead of the photo now.

“he's been like this since your mom died?” he asked. “that man always complains and goes on and on about his dead wife, especially moments before he passes out.”

you chuckled lightly, the words hitting a little too close. “yeah,” you managed.

sunghoon glanced back at the photo “he must've loved her a lot.”

the smile on your face faltered.

“i guess.”

a quiet silence settled between you. your fingers tightened slightly at your sides.

“sometimes i think he forgets he still has someone here.”

the words left his mouth so casually that he probably didn't realize what he'd just said. but you felt them.

all at once.

because he was right.

your father talked about your mother constantly. missed your mother constantly. drank because of your mother constantly.

and somewhere along the way, you'd stopped being his daughter and started becoming just another thing in the house.

you let out a shaky breath, looking down because you couldn’t really look at either him or the photo anymore.

you couldn't even give a response back and that alone was enough to make your chest feel worse.

then sunghoon moved closer. he put down the cigarette before his hand lifted slightly, hesitating for a second like he was deciding whether or not to cross that line, before gently resting on your shoulder and pulling you in.

safe in a way you weren’t used to.

you didn’t even realize you were crying until your face pressed into his shoulder, the tears coming out quieter at first before you couldn’t hold them back anymore.

sunghoon didn’t say anything at first. he just stayed there, one hand lightly at your back, the other at the back of your waist, rubbing a small circle with his thumb.

“i'm sorry baby,” he said eventually, low and close enough that only you could hear it.

his words suddenly crash all over you. reminding you of the times of when your father would comfort you like this in his arms.

he exhales once, small, like he’s pulling himself back.

“it must be hard,” he says. you nod faintly, but don’t move away.

you cried pathetically into his shoulder as he embraced you even tighter, before pulling his head back.

“how about we go to your room?” he said quietly. “we wouldn’t want your father waking up and seeing you like this.”

you blinked, still trying to steady your breathing, and gave a slow nod.

sunghoon knows he shouldn't.

especially not with one of his friends daughter.

he knows he shouldn't be doing this, yet he can't help but continue placing small hickeys across your neck, spreading them down till your collarbone.

youre resting on top of his lap, hands cramped up against his chest as you nervously grasp onto his shirt, feeling confused how you even ended up here.

"i- i don't know if we should be d-doing this..." your voice shakes as he licks over one of the many spots he marked on you.

he chuckles at your words, "shh.. baby, let daddy take care of you alright?"

his hands grip firmly at your waist before he goes back in for another kiss. it's gentle and slow, almost like as if he's savouring the taste of your lips.

you try matching back the rhythm and movement of his lips, but fail miserably as you accidentally bite too hard on your own tongue. you wince lightly from the pain as sunghoon pulls back and smirks at you.

"poor bunny doesn't know how to kiss?" he smirks, almost mocking you for not knowing how to.

you bite your lip, attempting to hide the embarrassment spreading across your face. sunghoon notices and brings his thumb to your lip.

"don't worry my little girl, daddy'll teach you everything."

fuck, his words. the way he comforted you. the way he held you. why was it enough build up the wetness between your legs now?

before you can react, his mouth is on yours again. it's soft, slow and warm, "don't overthink it, just follow my lips," he mumbles against your mouth.

you start to follow the movement of his lips, your hands roaming towards the nape of his neck as he deepens the kiss. his mouth opens slightly as he slowly brings his tongue inside your mouth, meeting yours.

you quiver slightly, unsure of what to do but when sunghoon slides his tongue against yours, your tongue is able to naturally follow his. the kiss had gotten so heated, so wet and sloppy.

as the kiss continued, you felt his growing erection form harder beneath you. in the desperate state you were in, your body instinctively grinded forward on its own, earning a groan from sunghoon.

sunghoon pulls back from the kiss and looks at you. your eyes were hazy, almost like as if you were hallucinated from the kiss.

"keep doing that f'me, you wanna feel good yeah?" you nod your head at his words.

at his orders you continue to grind your clothed core against the large bulge in his pants. your whimper at the friction as you hold onto his arms to balance yourself.

"fuck.. you're doing so well for me," he groans at the pleasure.

his hand suddenly comes to grip your jaw, forcing your mouth open. "stick out your tongue," you're confused but you do as he says, slowly sticking it out. he spits in your mouth, letting it slowly drip until it reaches your tongue.

sunghoon smirks at the sigh infront of him, you with your tongue out thats all covered in his spit, "swallow it all f'me, get a good taste."

without hesitation, you swallow. sunghoon nods his head in approval before his hips continue to move against yours again. his pace is faster now as youre both desperately grinding against each other for release.

"f-fuck.. feels so good.." you moan out as you grip his arms even tighter now.

suddenly, sunghoon grips your shoulders and pushes you back down onto the bed, hovering on top of you. "you look so pretty baby," he leaves a peck to your lips before slowly trailing down from your jaw to your neck, "have you ever done anything like this before?"

when you shake your head, sunghoon gives you a sly smile. "my bunny is still a virgin huh? how cute."

sunghoon doesn't waste time to lift your shirt up, exposing the cute pink bra you wore underneath. he brings his face closer to your clothed chest, placing a kiss right in the middle of your breasts.

he then lifts your bra up aswell, your breasts finally exposed as the cold air hits your skin. your nipples slightly harden at the sudden temperature drop.

sunghoon licks his lips before attaching his mouth to one your nipples, flicking his tongue over it. you gasp at the warmth of his mouth on your chest as you hold onto the bedsheets.

his hands trail from your shoulders down to your thighs, massaging them slowly before his hand makes its way over to your clothed core.

you're absolutely soaked through your shorts, sunghoon smirks at the feeling of your wetness before slowly rubbing your clit through the soaked fabric.

"fuck baby.. you're so wet, all this for me?" he coos at you as you nod your head while gasping at the pleasure his fingers are offering you.

sunghoon grabs onto the hem of your shorts, tugging them once before pulling them down along with your underwear, leaving you completely bare underneath him.

he curses under his breath at the sight of you. you're so undeniably innocent yet so sexy, he can't believe his friend was able to create someone like you.

your legs close together as you feel the embarrassment of being nude hit you. sunghoon notices and forces them apart again, "keep 'em open for me,"

sunghoon doesn't wait any longer before removing his clothing too. he first removes his shirt, revealing his slightly toned abs and biceps which he catches you staring at before smirking to himself.

his hands grip onto the sides of his pants before he pulls them down just below his boxers, his bulge being even more prominent now. his thumbs tug inside his boxers before he slides them down too just half way, revealing his thick cock which was already leaking precum.

your mouth dropped slightly. you were shocked or more should you say... scared? nervous? he was huge. even his tip seemed like it'd be painful enough for you.

sunghoon noticed the nervousness on your face and chuckled, "aw, is my little girl scared? 's okay, daddy's cock will make you feel reaaal good." he says before he leans down and places a kiss on your forehead.

your heart beats like crazy as the wetness continues to pool up underneath you. sunghoon's hands make way to your clit, rubbing it gently in circles.

you grind against his hand, desperate for more. sunghoon only continues to keep slowly rubbing your clit, not giving you the full attention your body craves.

“p-please…” you whispered, the word barely making it past the lump in your throat.

“please what?” he asked quietly.

"your f-fingers.. nghh.. please!" you cry out. sunghoon smirks at the way you beg for it.

"since my bunny's been so good, she deserves it." he whispers loud enough that you can hear it.

his fingers go down to your hole, which was already oozing out the slick and wetness that has been building up for the past 30 minutes since he's been in your room.

he slowly circles over your hole before pushing a finger in slowly. you let out a pleasured moan at the feeling, your body immediately feeling the heat of his fingers.

he starts thrusting his finger in and out slowly, the wetness coating his finger as you moan at the sensation. you continue to grind forward, still desperate for more.

"you know if you want more, you're gonna have to earn for it." he murmured before tapping his cock against your thigh, signaling for what you should do.

you look up at him nervously before looking down at his huge cock, the precum already leaking out. before your hand can fully reach out, sunghoon grabs your wrist with his free hand before spitting onto your palm.

with his spit all over your palm, you sit up slightly as your hand spreads the wetness of his saliva all over his cock before slowly rubbing his tip against the palm of your hand.

sunghoon hisses at the feeling, "fuck, keep doing that baby," he groans before adding a second finger into your cunt, earning a loud moan from you.

and before you both know it, you're both now like two animals in heat desperate to get each other off. you stroke sunghoon's cock at a medium pace, taking in whatever you can as sunghoon keeps fingering you at a faster speed.

"ngh.. shit if you keep doing that.. 'm gonna cum," sunghoon groans loudly.

you bite your lip as you continue to stroke his cock faster, a desperate attempt to match the speed in which he was fingering you at. he was relentless, abusing your little cunt like it didn't matter.

"feel's weird.. i think 'm gonna pee! s-sunghoon stop!" you whimper loudly, the heat in your stomach continuing to boil up. "then do it baby. do it all over me." he demands.

and with that, you cum. more like you squirt, all over him. your legs tremble as your orgasm hits you, your grip on sunghoons cock getting slightly loose but just enough for him to reach his climax and start shooting his cum all over your stomach.

"fuck.. was that your first time squirting bunny?" he questions, looking at the sight beneath him in awe before looking back up at you, seeing you nod your head in fluster.

gosh, you're really going to kill him.

he can't wait to ruin you.

without hesitation, sunghoon pushes you back down again, making you flat against your bed as he spreads open your legs again.

you look down and see that he's still hard. fuck, his sex drive is insane.

he grabs the base of his cock, positioning himself perfectly as he starts to slide his cock up and down your wet cunt, holding onto your thighs for support.

you let out a moan, your cunt still sensitive from your previous orgasm but the pleasure overtakes the sensitivity. he continues to grind against your cunt until he pulls back, slapping his cock against your clit.

"'s not gonna fit.. way too big.." you bite your lip in nervousness as sunghoon lets out a smug smile.

"shhh, daddy'll make it fit. just hold on f'me my little girl," he mumbles into your ear.

he slowly starts pushing the tip in, the pain immediately hitting you, "'s so painful.. daddy it hurts.." you whimper out in pain as your eyes begin to tear up, the nickname coming from your lips too naturally.

sunghoon could cum from your words just now, but it only encourages him to keep going as he continues to push himself in further, filling you up nice and slowly.

sunghoon leans down to kiss you as you whine against his lips, as he finally pushes himself all the way in, having you fully filled up with him now, "fuck, you're so tight. daddy's gonna fuck your little cunnie so good."

you squirm as he starts thrusting into your cunt, his cock ramming in and out you as the sound of your wet cunt and his sloppy thrusts echo throughout your room.

you're so sure that you're moaning loud enough that it could even wake up your dad, but you didn't even care anymore as the pain quickly turned into pleasure as sunghoon was balls deep in you.

"fuuuuck... so good, your pussy is clenching around me. you really love daddy's cock hm?" he almost mocks you but sees as you desperately nod your head.

"yes.. yes! fuck yes 'm loving daddy's cock so much! want m-more!" you whine loudly, drool spilling out of your lips as pleasure overtakes you.

sunghoon continues to quicken his pace, ramming his cock in and out you so deeply as he brings his hand to your stomach and presses down. you could've sworn you almost saw stars at that.

"d-daddy fuck..! nghh... 'm gonna cum.." you whimper.

sunghoon bites your earlobe, "mm, cum for daddy. let it all out," he whispers into your ear.

and with that, you come undone. you grip onto the bedsheets tightly and your legs shake violently as you cum all over his cock, your vision turning white for a few seconds as the orgasm hits you hard.

sunghoon chuckles at how hard you came, slowing down his thrusts to let you ride out your orgasm. your grip slowly loosens on your bedsheets as your breathing starts to slow down and become more calm.

suddenly, sunghoon starts to continue his relentless thrusting,"i still haven't came yet, gonna abuse and use up your lil cunnie." he groans as he quickens up his pace.

the dirty wet sounds of your intimate areas meeting each other fill up the room. one of his hands hold onto your hip as the other goes up to your breast, grabbing and squeezing it as he watches the way they bounce with each thrust.

sunghoon can finally feel the heat in his stomach brew up, "shit, 'm gonna cum inside this pussy," he groans before he quickly grabs his phone and starts to record.

his angles it just right to show how his cock thrusts into you just right while also showing how perfectly your breasts bounce with your mouth open from the pleasure.

sunghoon groans loudly as his orgasm hits him, his cum immediately filling you up. gosh you feel so thick and filled. sunghoon brings down the camera, showing a close up of his cock inside you before pulling out.

as he pulls out, he records how his cum mixed with your wetness oozes out of your hole. he smirks at the sight, bringing the camera up to show the cum over your stomach and then your dazed face as you breathe heavily.

he grabs your face making you look at the camera, "who does this little cunt belong to?" he demands an answer, placing a gentle slap to your clit as you let out a yelp before answering, "y-yours!"

he smirks before rubbing your thigh to soothe out the pain, "yeah? you belong to daddy now. i'll treat you so good, my little girl."

he ends the video before putting his phone back into his pocket. he falls onto the side next to you, wrapping his arms around you as he rubs your back gently.

your face stayed buried against his chest, his presence warm and grounding in a way you didn’t realize you needed until now.

“you did so well my bunny,” he murmured softly after a moment. “i’m so proud of you.”

his voice was quiet, almost like he didn’t want to break the moment. you held onto him a little tighter at his words, your breath uneven.

“don’t leave me… please,” you said, barely above a whisper.

he went still for a second, then shifted just enough to look down at you.

his hand came up to gently hold your cheek, thumb brushing lightly as he steadied you.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he said softly.

and after a pause, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a silent reassurance.

you stayed there for a moment longer, holding onto him like you were afraid the feeling might disappear if you let go too soon.

jake: dude shes fucking gorgeous jay: holy shit, there's no way thats his daughter. im so jealous. heeseung: I wanna use her up too. Not fair Sunghoon.

sunghoon smirks at his friends messages. of course he had to send it to the groupchat (which obviously did not include your dad).

the video of which his cum dripped out of your pussy and where you said that you belonged to sunghoon was enough to drive him and all of his friends crazy (and get all of them hard).

sunghoon: she's totally innocent too, her pussy was so tight. jay: sounds like heaven. jake: this isnt fair howd you find this angel wtf?? heeseung: Lets pass her around, she'd probably enjoy that. jay: we can tell. jake: shes definitely secretly a slut who likes older men. jake: cmon hoon.

sunghoon chuckles at his phone.

sunghoon: maybe.

@evanificais do not steal or recreate.

authors note: hii :3 first ever fic, hope y'all enjoy. not proofread cus i physically cannot read my own work but i hope theres not too many mistakes. if i missed any warnings pls lmk!

notes, reblogs and comments are appreciated!

[hooniful]

all of my fantasies at once… wowowow incredible seriously

[courire]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 🦇 JUST MY TYPE

（ 박성훈 ）finding a fully furnished apartment with a river view for half the usual price is a bit sketchy . . . but anything to live in this economy!

𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆，unbeknownst to you, your landlord is a vampire and you are exactly his ( blood ) type.

𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𓂃 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾 !sunghoon 𝜗ৎ 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 !readerㅤㅤ✿ humor, romance, crime, thriller

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤtw ── blood, needles,

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a whiff of antiseptic follows you as you make your way to the out patient department. having a friend in healthcare makes things fairly quick— you barely have to sit for ten minutes before a nurse calls you.

inside, the smell gets heavier. vacutainers arranged in a stand, a bottle of spirit rests on the table. a nurse arrives to cross check your name before getting busy with the procedure.

your eyes catch her ID— park minju— and she turns away.

“dr. yang mentioned you,” she grabs a syringe from the drawer and unpacks it, giving it a few pumps before facing you again. “how do you know each other?”

“we met in university,” you respond, taking a note of how soft and warm she sounds, very fitting for a nurse. she gives a smile before taking your arm.

“we’re already on a high patient load today yet he made an appointment for you,” a sigh, her fingers work efficiently to palpate a vein in the inside of your elbow. “he hates overworking,”

and you scoff at her words. “is that so? that guy works like the world will end tomorrow,”

jungwon lives like he is married to work. one would think he loves his profession— which he does, really— but then complains relentlessly about the same. and then go live through all of it vicariously all over again.

for a man with a big flat all to himself, he sure does spend a lot more time at the hospital than at home.

“well...he’s been busy with the research,”

and that rings a bell. “oh! something about transfusion...reactions?”

“you know?” her eyes latch onto yours, half surprised and half curious.

the research is private, not even the most senior doctors knew about it. only a few, only the ones that jungwon trusts— maybe he trusts you too.

frankly, she never understood the point of keeping in a secret. publicity means more funding, more opportunities. although, the lengths jungwon has gone to keep it hidden show his devotion.

“he mentioned it once. are you a part of it too?” and your eyes speak of genuine interest and innocent curiosity as you wait for an answer.

one more person knowing about the research wouldn’t make a change.

minju ties the tourniquet on your upper arm, tapping the skin before wiping him spirited cotton. “yes, but i only assist in data collection and reports,”

perhaps, it would do more good than bad.

she pushes the needle under your skin with practiced precision and you watch the blood collect into the syringe.

a heavy silence draws itself in the room, only interrupted by the dull sound of the aircon. hospitals always leave you feeling a bit off and it was no different this time either.

barely a minute passes and she’s done, already emptying the blood in a vacutainer, labeling it with your name.

you shift a little on your seat when she’s done, your words cracking through the silence that has settled. “i don’t know much about the research but i hope it works out. good luck!”

“thank you, i just hope we get the desired results on humans,”

“humans?” and you swear you see her visibly frown at your words. “jungwon said human trials aren’t approved yet,”

but then she chuckles with a nod, discarding the used cotton and needle in the bin. “of course, i just hope it works on humans when the time comes,”

you can only nod— weird— you don’t think much of it, though. you couldn’t, as you’re escorted out before you utter another word. “we’ll let you know once the reports are out,”

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[nishimmortal]

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𓊆박성훈 x fem reader𓊇 💌 titplay, nipple play, making out, groping, dirty talk, teasing, it's implied sunghoon has bigger chest than reader...

𓆩♡𓆪 omg you guys looooveeee breastplay haaaahhh... thank you for the ask!! hopefully it's what you want mwa ^3^

sunghoon is the most annoying person you know. 

he’s your classmate that sits behind you in lectures, always poking your back with the back of his pen just to annoy you, stealing your notes “by accident”, setting you up by saying out loud that you have a question for the professor, and the one thing he does that pisses you off the most—him grinning like an idiot when you glared at him.

and now you were paired together for this assignment. 

“took you long enough,” he drawled, eyes flickering up to you. “i was starting to think you bailed.”

“some of us actually care about grades,” you muttered, sitting down on the edge of his bed, keeping a safe distance. you pulled out your notes and laptop. “let’s just get this over with. we need to cover the case study and then outline the slides.”

sunghoon hummed, rolling onto his side so he was facing you. too close. his shoulder brushed yours as he leaned in to look at your screen.

“right, right. i already did the research part,” he said, extending his arm to pull a shared doc. surprisingly, he actually had decent points listed out—clear bullet points on psychological factors and examples.

with citations.

for once, he wasn’t completely useless.

you raised an eyebrow. “wow. didn’t expect you to actually contribute.”

he scoffed, shrugging. “i’m smart, you know? you’re just always too busy being annoyed at me to notice.”

you rolled your eyes and began putting his points into sentences. for a while, it was almost normal—sunghoon working out on the slides outline on his laptop, and you, focused on yours. 

the two of you actually made decent progress. it was quiet and the next fifteen minutes went by with you two trading ideas, and making amendments on the reports. every now and then he’d throw in a sarcastic comment, followed by you telling him to shut up—but it stayed mostly on track.

until it didn’t.

sunghoon suddenly stopped typing. he leaned back against the headboard, stretching his arms above his head so his black t-shirt rode up a little, exposing a sliver of toned stomach. then he looked at you, head tilted like he was genuinely curious.

“hey,” he said carefully. “do you like guys that go to the gym?”

you paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard. you turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised. that was random.

“uh…?” you blinked. “sure? i don’t mind.”

he hummed, nodding slowly like your answer was so, very interesting. a small smirk started pulling at his lips.

“yeah? that’s good,” he murmured, eyes dragging over you for a second. “i go pretty often, y’know? chest days are my favourite.”

you narrowed your eyes, puzzled and confused. “okay… and why are you telling me this?”

sunghoon shrugged, all fake innocent, but his voice dropped lower—teasing. “just saying. gym gyms usually have nice chests. broad. solid.” he casually brought a hand up and ran it along his chest, stopping right over his left pec.

“mine are pretty big, actually.”

he paused, then looked straight at you with that little smile. 

“...bigger than yours, i bet.”

the words hung in the air, so blunt and ridiculous that your mouth fell open. 

“excuse me?” you chuckled dryly, brows pinched. 

sunghoon just leaned back against the headboard, looking way too pleased. that smug smirk was fully out now, eyes half–lidded as he watched your reaction.

“you heard me,” he said. he even had the audacity to glance down at your chest again, slow and obvious, before meeting your eyes. “i mean… look at me. then look at you—it’s pretty obvious.”

your face burned with embarrassment and annoyance. “what the hell do you even know about me?” you shot back, turning fully toward him on the bed. “you’re just talking shit like always, sunghoon.”

he raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by how fast you took the bait.

“oh yeah?” he tilted his head, still smirking. “then prove me wrong. are you mad at me because you don’t go to the gym, or you mad cause you know i’m right?”

sunghoon casually pressed a hand to his own chest again—and even just that, the fabric stretched over the firm muscle underneath. 

“see? nice and full. yours look…” his eyes fell on your chest, looking so bored as ever. “...cute and all, but c’mon. it’s all about how big it is. women are hot when their breasts are big.”

your mouth fell.

“what?!” you snapped, heat rushing up to your neck. “my chest is not small, you asshole.”

his smirk only grew—you’re so cute when you’re worked up.

“oh?” his voice dripping with fake innocence like honey. “then why are you getting so defensive? if it’s not small, you should have no problem proving it.”

you glared at him, jaw tight. “you’re insane if you think i’m—”

“prove it then,” he cut in, leaning closer. his eyes locked on yours, dark and challenging. “take your hoodie off. right now. let’s compare—see who has a bigger chest. you, or me.”

your heart slammed in your chest. your cheeks were red now. “no way. we’re supposed to be doing the assignment—”

“coward,” he said softly, almost sweetly, but the word hit exactly where he wanted. “if they’re really isn’t small, then show me.”

“unless you’re scared i’m right, then.”

sunghoon shrugged like it was no big deal, before focusing back on his laptop, typing lazily as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you. 

you frowned, suddenly feeling super protective over your body. you know for a fact yours is a decent size—and there was never a need to be conscious, or aware of it. but this guy… this fucking guy is always getting on your nerves…

“i’m not scared,” you hissed, cheeks burning.

“then take it off,” he said, not even looking at you. “if not i’ll just accept the fact that i have a bigger chest than you… and that yours is kinda tiny.”

that was it.

the ragebait hit perfectly.

“fine,” you snapped before you could think twice.

you grabbed the hem of your hoodie and yanked it up and over your head in one frustrated motion, tossing it somewhere down on the floor. underneath, you were wearing a simple white bra. the cool air of his room hit your skin and you felt exposed—but you sat up straighter, glaring. 

“there. happy now? clearly not tiny.”

sunghoon finally looked up from his laptop. 

his eyes widened just a fraction before the slowly dragged down, lingering openly on your chest. for a second, he didn’t say anything. just stared. then that evil little smirk came back, even sharper than before. 

he let out a low chuckle. 

“hm. that’s not fair though?” he said, tilting his head. “that could be a push up bra. no way i can tell properly like this."

your jaw dropped. “are you serious right now—”

before you could finish, you pointed at him. “you know what? take yours off too then. if we’re comparing, it has to be fair. or are you the one who’s scared?”

sunghoon raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by how far you were willing to go just because he poked you.

he set his laptop aside, then grabbed the back of black shirt with one hand. in one motion he pulled it off, revealing his bare torso—sharp collarbones, defined pecs, and the faint lines of abs.

shit.

he leaned back on his hands, chest pushed out slightly, looking way too confident.

“see?” he said smugly, voice lower now. “nice and solid, huh?” his eyes dropped back to your bra–covered chest. “now… yours still looks smaller. but maybe if you take the bra off, i can give you a fair judgement.”

he bit his lip to hold back a grin. 

you scoffed, amused and clearly irritated. your tongue pressed against your cheek as you stared at him. the annoyance boiling ever. this idiot really thought he could win over this stupid game?

“alright,” you muttered.

not overthinking it, you reached behind your back and unhooked your bra. you slid the straps down your shoulders and pulled it off in a quick motion. out of pure spits, you balled it up and tossed it straight at his face.

sunghoon caught it with his hand, laughing under his breath as he let it drop onto his lap. his eyes immediately locked onto your bare chest, and this time the smirk faltered for a second. his gaze darkened, dragging over your exposed skin.

“fuck…” he breathed, leaning forward a little. “okay… i’ll admit they’re not tiny. but…” he tilted his head, eyes flicking between your chest and his own. “mine’s natural, though. are yours?” 

your eyes widened.

“are you actually accusing me of getting work done right now?” you snapped, half–shocked, half–laughing in disbelief.

sunghoon shrugged, still staring shamelessly at your tits, biting his bottom lip.

“i’m just saying. it’s a compliment, you know? they look really good it gets me wondering if you do get some work done,” his voice dropped lower. “i need to make sure. c’mere, yn. let me feel them—just for comparison.”

he patted the bed right between his spread legs, eyes gleaming. 

your eyes narrowed, not moving. 

sunghoon chuckled softly, patting it once again. “you already took off the bra anyway. what’s the point of stopping now?” he gave his chest a light slap, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “look—men can get implants too, you know? feel mine, they’re natural…c’mon.”

you glared at him, face burning, but the ragebait had already done its job. the stubborn, competitive part of you refused to let him win.

“you’re an asshole, by the way.”

eh—nothing sunghoon ever knew.

you shifted forward on your knees, crawling towards his spread legs. you sat on your heels right in front of him, you bare chest now inches away from his. the closeness made your heart hammer. 

ugh—you hated to admit that sunghoon had a… really nice chest… they’re so defined, and firm, broad, the muscles flexing every time he breathed. his skin looked smooth and warm. it’s so annoying how good he looked.

sunghoon noticed your stare immediately. 

his smirk deepened, looking far too pleased. “what’s that face for?” he murmured, voice low. “admiring me now?”

“shut up,” you muttered, but there was no real bite left in it.

his hands came up slowly before they cupped your tits—warm, slightly calloused palms pressing against soft skin. he gave them a gentle, testing squeeze, thumbs brushing over your nipples as he weighted them in his hands.

“mm…” he hummed, pretending to be all serious and focused, but his breathing had gotten heavier. “soft… nice shape…”

goddamn his dream had finally come true. 

you were always covering these beauties up—not once had he even seen your cleavage. and now here you were—topless, sitting between his legs, letting him touch.

sunghoon couldn’t hide how much he was affected. his hands moved slower, more deliberately, cupping and lifting your breasts like he was memorising every detail.

“fuck, yn…” he murmured. “the’re actually pretty nice, huh?” he muttered, glancing up at your face. he supposed pretty girls just meant everything about them is pretty. 

he took one of your hands and pressed it flat against his firm chest, right over his left pec. 

“feel that? all natural, baby. go on, compare properly.”

his hand kneaded your tit, no longer pretending it was just comparison. his thumb kept teasing your nipple, eyes watching your face for every little reaction.

“ngh—” you gasped softly, the sound spilling out before you could stop it.

your cheeks burned even hotter. but you didn’t pull away. instead, your hands moved on their own, sliding over his firm chest. you pressed your palms harder against his pecs, feeling the solid muscle underneath then squeezed them just like how he was doing to you.

they were so tight and warm, the skin smooth under your fingers. 

sunghoon let out a low, breathy chuckle that sounded close to a groan.

“mm, fuck… you’re really feeling me up now, huh?” he teased, voice huskier. he gave your tit another firm squeeze, the flesh spilling between his fingers. then he leaned in, lips brushing against your jaw as he whispered. 

“keep squeezing baby, i’ve always liked it when you’re all mean and rough with me.”

you moaned softly at that, your heel pressing right up at your clothed cunt. “you’re so annoying…” you murmured, digging your fingers into his chest in response, thumbs brushing over his own nipples just to retaliate. sunghoon’s breath hitched, his free hand sliding to your waist and pulling you closer until you bare chests were fully pressed together—soft against hard, warm skin on warm skin.

“shit, baby…” he groaned, forehead resting against yours. “your tits feel so fucking good in my hands. so soft… so sensitive.”

he pinched your nipple, watching your face intently for that little gasp.

but you’d had enough of him constantly controlling over you.

you pushed his hands away from your chest with a glare. sunghoon’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but before he could say anything, you cupped your own tits, lifting them slightly.

then you leaned in and slowly brushed your hardened nipples against his. 

back and forth. teasing. deliberate.

the sensation made both of you shiver. your sensitive peaks dragged across his firm, solid chest, catching his own nipples in passings. sunghoon’s mouth fell open, a low, surprised groan slipping out as he stared down between you. 

“fuuuuck—what are you doing?”

you kept going, rolling your nipples against his in filthy circles. the frictions sent little sparks down your spine, and you could feel how hard he was getting beneath you.

“you wanted to compare so badly, right?” you breathed, voice shaky but laced with defiance. “how’s this for comparison, huh?”

sunghoon’s hands landed on your hips, gripping tight as he let out a shaky laugh. 

“shit… you’re actually trying to kill me,” he muttered, eyes glued to the way your tits looked pressed and rubbing against his. “they feel even better like this. so fucking pretty… keep doin’ that, baby.”

he tilted his head down and bit his lip hard, clearly losing the smug upper hand but still trying.

the feeling was fucking crazy that his grip tightened, his breathing getting heavier as he watched the filthy little show you were putting on.

“using your cute little tits on me like that… you’re really into this, huh?”

you didn’t answer with words. instead, you leaned in closer and dragged one of your nipples right over his—pressing a little harder until your soft tits were fully squished against his firm chest. he hissed softly, chest rising sharply under you.

you were so close now—faces inches apart, breaths mixing. his eyes dropped to your lips. 

sunghoon didn’t even warn you.

one hand slid up your back, fingers threading into your hair, and he pulled you in, crashing his lips against yours.

the kiss was messy and greedy from the start. he groaned into your mouth the second your lips met, tilting his head to deepen it instantly. his tongue pushed past your lips, tasting you. at the same time, his other hand moved to squeeze out tit.

“been wanting to do this for so long…”

he kissed you harder, almost desperate, sucking on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue back in. the heat between your bodies was insane—bare chests pressed together, hearts hammering, his hard cock straining against your tummy through his sweats. 

that’s another one of his dreams about you came true.

when he finally pulled back for air, his lips were wet and slightly swollen. he rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as he gave your pretty tit another firm squeeze.

“...think i win this time, but…” he whispered breathlessly, that annoying little smirk trying to come back even now.

he dragged one hand down your body, sliding it between your legs. he pressed his palm against your clothed cunt, feeling the heat there, rubbing. 

you gasped a loud, body tensing. 

“...maybe you’ll win somewhere else.”

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