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are you kidding me.

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I NEED HIM INSIDE ME PLEASE CARNALLY ITS A FUCKING NEED THIS WAS SO OBVIOUSLY POSTED FOR ME BROSKI KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HES DOING

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HES SO PRETTY IM CRINE😭😭😭😭 (genuinely had tears in my eyes cuz i stared at this devastatingly beautiful Park Sunghoon)

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HYPER-SEXUAL (s,jy)

If there’s anything in life that Jake wants, it’s to fuck. All day, every day, it’s on his mind. He fantasizes constantly, watches porn every free chance he gets, and ultimately has grown bored of his own hand to satiate his need. or the one where jake is inexperienced, incredibly perverted, and borderline addicted to sex but cannot, for the life of him, land a girl.

leave feedback and reblog to give jake another boner. 

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WORDCOUNT― 13.8k

PAIRING― jake sim x afab reader

CONTENT― smut, inexperienced but pervy and dominant jake, he kind of has an addiction to jerking off, im not joking like he has a boner every twenty minutes it’s probably a medical issue but, reader is really sex positive and lets jake go absolutely insane on her

NOTE― not proof read in the way it needed to be.  disclaimer: this is straight up just porn. it had a plot at one point but i deleted all of it and wrote this instead. also this is posted on my other blog [@ncteez] for mark lee. yes, i wrote it for both of them bc they both fit the shoe ok? ok.

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags― jake isn’t submissive– just a loser, loads of masturbation, also loads of loads lmfao, jake’s dick is 8 inches in this one, public humiliation, dirty talk, teasing, pussy eating / face sitting, mentions of free use, unprotected sex, wayyyy way too much cum, raw grinding, attempts at deep throat, accidental face fucking, finger fucking, suffocation, riding, squirting, implications to the fact that orgasms are not the end of the fic bc they just keep going, some say they’re still fucking to this day. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“Feels so good! Harder! Fuck m-” 

Jake slams his laptop shut in an exasperated sigh. Frustrated, annoyed, fucking horny. 

Always horny. To the point that nothing excites him anymore. Not his hard-on being palmed at by his own hand, not the make-shift pocket pussy he’s made out of household objects, not the porn on page one or on page seventy-three. 

Honestly, even as hard as he is now, it’s arguable that he could just start punching his cock and he’d still remain in this state until something changes. And you know what sucks more than not being able to get off? Being hard so constantly that it’s just a state of living at this point. 

It’s sad. He could be washing caked ketchup off of a plate and his cock would still lend a little jump. A reminder that his hand is no longer enough. A fucking threat that if he doesn’t sink into a pretty hole soon, he might as well just kill himself. 

The idea doesn’t seem too bad anymore, as he lays flat on his back with his cock in hand on his messy sheets. He stares up at the ceiling with another long-winded groan, wondering why he has to have such an insatiable libido and probably twice as much stamina. If he could just get off he’d have at least a little bit of time in his day to feel normal before it takes hold of his brain again. 

It’s the fact that he’s grown entirely numb to his own hand and feels like he’s going crazy because he hasn’t been able to hook-up with anyone in nearly a year. Porn is boring, he swears he’s seen just about all of the good, bad, and bizarre. Post nut clarity barely exists because there is no clarity by the time he finally gets that hard-to-reach nut. Bad luck, maybe. Awful fucking miserable luck? That’s more fitting. 

For the sake of the girls in this city, perhaps it’s good that he can’t manage to land a hook-up. Surely they’d be unable to walk by the time he gets his fill, that is if he manages to get a fill at all. And it’s gotten to the point that Jake has almost entirely given up on finding a girl at all. One that’s willing to put up with his near-constant need to get his dick wet, anyway. 

Almost given up.

A thought crosses his mind as he lazily palms himself with a bored sigh, knowing he’ll end up locked up in an asylum somewhere if this doesn’t stop. The voice of Jay in his head doing little to make his cock soften, which is…not something Jake is proud to admit.

“Dude, you gotta put a stop to this shit. This is your third laptop this year!” Jay had said to him. “It’s only June!”

Maybe Jay was right, and maybe Jake should have downloaded the new app that was mentioned shortly after the scolding rather than immediately going to another, even more, shady porn site. “Heard this one was really good.” Jay had advertised. “Even got Jungwon laid.” 

Well, maybe it wouldn't hurt to try another app despite the immense amount of failure Jake has already faced regarding previous attempts with other platforms. After all, if it got Jungwon laid, surely it could get him laid too. 

Maybe this one really is better.

And at the end of the day, Jake does download the app. After all, creating a profile is easy, finding a girl though? 

We’ll see.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Ah. Okay. Nice.

Jake stays glued to his phone all night. He really had no hope that this app would offer him anything more than what the others did. But, oh. 

The app allows specific features, most of which are not aimed towards users looking for a relationship. Dick and body sizes are out in the open, there’s sections you can fill out regarding what you’re looking for in a sexual partner, how often you’re willing to see said partner, and if you’re looking for a regular fuck or a one time fuck. 

Safe to say, Jake’s profile went a little something like this: 

you can call me jake, im 24. just looking for a girl either for regular visits or a one night stand that’s willing to deal with a guy who literally suffers from chronic-boner syndrome.

LOOKING FOR: Female PREFERENCE: One Time Only, Occasional Meetups, On-call, Regular meetups, Permanent Friends-With-Benefits, Secret Meet, Virtual Meet, Audio Meet, Rebound C…[Click to see more] PARTNER REQUIREMENTS: N/A SIZE REFERENCE: 8 ½” hard, 4” soft, 5.6” circumference SEXUAL INTERESTS: Vanilla, Free Use, BDSM, Begging, Breeding, Dom/Sub, Dominatrix, CBT, Role Play, Public Humiliation, Edging, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Phone Sex, Virtual Sex, Group Sex, Humiliation, Cock Play, Cum Dump, Religion, Raw, Multiple Orgasms, Androgyny, Genital Piercings, Older Women, Body Art, Wax, Anal, Financial Domina...[Click to see more]

NOT INTERESTED IN: Cuckolding, Voyeurism OTHER: im not very experienced in most of these, i just watch a lot of porn

Embarrassing? Yeah, probably. 

Looks like a lot of women are into that though if his inbox is anything to go by, anyway. With him checking the app every few minutes to find ten new messages? Yeah, they’re feeling him. 

He can only imagine what the fuck Jungwon had on his profile to actually land a hook-up. Couldn’t have been any worse than his own, after all, Jake is desperate and so was Jungwon at one point. 

Apparently girls like desperate guys. 

Message after message, degrading comments and praise, all from either women clad in leather or sweet looking church girls who must have the app hidden deep within their phones. There’s barely anyone in between those two categories, actually. 

“Hi baby boy, you looking for a sugar mama?” 

“ur dick really that big? lol, what do you even mean by ‘chronic boner syndrome’?” 

“you’re so desperate to get laid, might as well just doxx yourself at this point…please.”

Arguably, these women are very forward and he has a great time sifting through the ones he’s interested in. Scrolling through all of these messages….does not help his case regarding his insatiable need to fuck something either so, naturally, he’s also 100% jerking off the entire time he’s doing this.

Still, never quite able to reach the orgasm he needs by this point.

Up until there’s a message that catches his attention. No degrading, no insults, no borderline-too-kinky insinuations. Which, given, Jake probably shouldn’t have selected the majority of the kinks just to pull more girls, but he did. 

And upon reading the message, he almost doesn’t know if this girl is real. 

“High libido, no girls around to help you out, I take it? Rough.”

One look at her profile spikes even more interest. Her sexual interests include a list of things he wishes he didn’t fit. But he does, though he’d never admit it. Inexperienced men, losers, virgins, micro-penis, big penis, praise (receiving), body worship–

Oh.

Fuck yeah.

He responds quickly, already feeling the orgasm within him bubble up as he tries to pretend he doesn’t go on a war path of responding to everyone after you, but still. Your message box with him remains in his mind as he awaits the response to his message of “you looking to help me out?” 

Every ping on his phone afterwards makes his cock twitch more, makes it dribble out little beads of pre-cum with each pass of his palm, only for him to sigh out of frustration that it’s just another person that wants to devour him whole. Which, he’ll take what he can get if his first choice never responds but still. He wants to get off to you.

He finds himself on your profile more often than anyone else’s too, looking at the same three photos you’ve posted, noting how you don’t seem super active on the app, but active enough to find him by some beautiful grace of God. 

You’re kind of perfect, honestly. Fairly mundane compared to most of the women in his inbox, but cool nonetheless. He can tell you have an eye for fashion but it seems to be more geared towards your real life self rather than the secret fetish/kink app you’ve got downloaded.

And that’s the thing. Most of these women, beautiful or not, are dressed in their best sexual attire just to message a possible fuck, while during their daily lives they probably wear conservative dresses and pant suits. Which….arguably that’s kind of hot. Then again, what isn’t hot to him these days?

You though. You have normal pictures posted just like he does. Your tits aren’t out, your legs aren’t open, you don’t have a pile of sex toys behind or beside you and yet still your pictures turn him on more than those who do. Insane how his cock twitches at just these three photos, fucking insane how he grows a near instant obsessed thinking about how you…uh, deal with the losers you seem to be looking for.  

Then again, maybe it’s the mystery of what’s under your clothes, or what’s in your stash of sex toys. Oh, whatever you’re hiding has got be so fucking hot. Naturally, he groans at the amount of sexuality you barely give. Thinking far, far too hard about it all, given the circumstances. 

Don’t get him wrong, he can get down with the hoes. In fact, he very much wants to get down with a hoe. But man, the way you stand out because you’re somehow….boring compared to everyone else?

Please.

Fucking pretty please, let him in between those thighs. 

And just as he scrolls again through your photos, that long-awaited orgasm hits him like a brick.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

A mere two days later you find yourself in the inbox with the self-proclaimed boner-god. He’s since proven his size with photos involving different objects beside said penis, and even a video or two of his frantic hands jerking off to you. 

Ah, he’s kind of perfect if you think about it. At first you thought that it was just roleplay for him or something. Where he plays a guy who can’t get enough, though he clearly probably does. It wasn’t until you were woken up at four in the morning with him spamming your inbox that you suddenly realized this dude is actually as desperate as he seems. 

Normally, being spammed awake by your phone pinging consistently would bother you. But goddamn was he needing it. Just three hours before now it was mostly casual conversation with him, albeit about hooking-up, but still. The two of you agreed to determine on the following day if you were compatible enough for a meet up. He said goodnight to you, and you said it back. 

Then you woke up to three dick pics, one voice note with a borderline pathetic apology (only because you could still hear him going at it), and then like fourteen messages of him trying to wake you up intentionally. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: You awake?

Dick pic #1. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: You’re so pretty, sorry lol

Dick pic #2 

JAKE_02 sent you a message:  Wake uppppppppppp! 

JAKE_02 sent you a message:  Please? :(

Dick pic #3, precum smeared across his fingers as he grips it. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message:  Do you already have me silenced?

JAKE_02 sent you a message: I’d let you silence me hahaha….

JAKE_02 sent you a voice memo: “Sorry about all this, I really meant it when I said I have a problem. You should probably just block me because I’m going to end up begging to see you otherwise”

Oh, he has an accent. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: your profile says you like inexperience…..well i’ve only slept with like 3 girls, is that inexperienced enough?

JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like to tease guys like that? like edge them and stuff? 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: oh damn, that’d be so hot 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: do you like it when guys beg btw? 

Etcetera. 

And, well, apparently he just has a lot to say. It’s cute how embarrassed he must feel basically getting himself off with a one-sided sext session with you as you were sleeping. At least, you hope he’s embarrassed. 

You let his messages simmer for a while, waiting to see if he sends anything else. And when he doesn’t, you respond. 

YOURUSERNAME: that was cute. 

It’s the way he’s instantly trying to respond that really gets you going. You chuckle first, knowing already that you’d probably help him out based on this situation alone. 

YOURUSERNAME: trying to wake me up because you can’t stop touching yourself? :( poor baby. 

JAKE_02: oh god please don’t say that

JAKE_02: im gonna end up awake all night trying to get it to go down again

YOURUSERNAME: that’s good to hear. so you can go for a long time then? 

Yes, you’re teasing him. 

JAKE_02: if you’d let me

YOURUSERNAME: you already got off tonight tho, didn’t you?

JAKE_02: i don’t think you understand just how bad it is. i’m already getting my dick out again

You lend yourself a sly chuckle after a deep yawn, knowing for a fact that you’re about to make him prove to you that he’s either still hard or really did get off only to get hard again by a mere few messages from you. 

YOURUSERNAME: show me?

And he does. Similar to the other three photos, only this time he sends a short video with his shorts pushed down his thighs and his cock raging hard and pathetic against his stomach. Again, he’s big, that much is true, but the fact that such a dick is always ready to fuck? To the point he’s desperate? To the point he’s embarrassing about it?

YOURUSERNAME: how bad do you wanna bury that in me?

Oh, shit. Jake could fucking die right now. You seem so willing, which is truly what he needs at this point in his sexual sickness.  

JAKE_02: i’ll come over right now. 

JAKE_02: let me come over and show you

YOURUSERNAME: let’s wait a bit for that, gotta meet officially before I let you fuck me

And you do intend to make him wait, knowing for a fact that you’re not meeting this guy tonight. There’s too much danger in that. Given how desperate he actually is, you can argue that if you changed your mind upon meeting, he very well may not care. Which, that’s something you need to worry about with any person you meet on such an app, but still.

Public meeting first. 

Always.

JAKE_02: right, right, that makes sense. 

JAKE_02: so can i see your pussy then

You stifle a laugh as if the man can hear you, he’d probably like that though. But yeah, no. As much as you know he’d enjoy that, it’s best to let him experience it for the first time in real life if all of this goes well. So, you settle with tits. 

Meaning, he has to settle with them too. 

And the photo is all but enough for Jake. The ping of his phone was far too exciting with the flash of the image sinking into his eyes. Sure, he wanted to see your hole open for him, he wanted to see your pretty hands spreading your lips for the picture, he wanted to see what he might get to fuck into someday– but…

This is good enough for him, honestly. Seeing your tits alone is hot enough, but it’s the fact that you only barely let him see. The plush skin of your lower breasts are peeking from under the shirt you're wearing, one nipple barely out, the other completely hidden. 

He moans out at it, holding his cock tight and painfully as he glares into the screen of his phone. God, he can almost taste it. 

JAKE_02: thats so hot…but….

JAKE_02: pussy….

JAKE_02: please show me your pussy

Another chuckle at how desperate he really is. You lower your phone just a bit, not at all intending to show him all of it but you do lend a panty shot with your legs spread. He’ll live with it, he doesn’t have a choice. 

And he does live with it because he cums almost instantly upon seeing just your thighs open. He wouldn’t have been able to hit climax so quickly had you already had this photo posted for all to see. It’s the fact that you sent it to him in the dms. It’s the fact that you presumably just took it for him. It’s the fact that he can almost see the outline of your folds, and the lines of your pussy that deserves to fucked open. 

When he doesn’t respond immediately, you know it was enough for him. Already you’re preparing to roll back over and get some more sleep, but your phone dings again. 

JAKE_02: tht was hot lol….um

JAKE_02: can u come to the mall tomorrow? i work at [redacted store name], u can come see that im actually very normal if u want

You stop for a second through another yawn, thinking long and hard about it. You shrug to yourself because tomorrow is a saturday and there’s plenty of public spaces to meet him in. And despite how fun it could be to tease him for weeks on end before officially meeting him, you, yourself, have been in a dry-spell lately. 

And he fits your interests perfectly. In other words, yeah, you could fuck.

YOURUSERNAME: you sure you’re not gonna take me in the back and fuck me on the spot? 

JAKE_02: ….would u want me to? 

YOURUSERNAME: no, i wanna bring you home if i think you could make me feel good

JAKE_02: hahah damn

JAKE_02: so you’ll come see me?

YOURUSERNAME: yeah, i’ll come see you

JAKE_02: ok cool :)

And then it’s silent for a long while. In fact, you’re nearly asleep again when your phone pings one last time. All you need to see is the notification to know that meeting Jake is gonna be fun. 

JAKE_02 sent you a message: for the record…i definitely will fuck you good

Sounds promising. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

You knew he was cute but holy shit, he’s like, cute cute.

Fucking handsome and charmingly cute. 

Perhaps even, hot. 

You stand from around a shelf to check him out. That same accent you’ve heard previously rings loud and clear in your head, and his hair is definitely a stylistic mess, the type of hair you can imagine grabbing and tugging to guide a tongue between your legs. His eyes are pretty and piercing yet equally as filled with some sort of wonder. His hands, his body.

 Oh wow. 

On any other day, you’d think he’s just some poser emo-guy working a shitty retail job so he can buy his first guitar and play it totally out of tune. But on this day, you’re aware that this is a man with a need that you very much wouldn’t mind satisfying. 

 Seeing him go about his work tasks behind the counter is another thing. Checking customers out both through the register and with his eyes when they walk away. You know he isn’t aware that you’ve actually shown up, and it feels nice to watch him in his element before he attempts to play himself up as a totally normal, cool dude. Especially now that you can see him secretly be a pervert on the clock. 

Customer after customer, he smiles at them when he hands them their items, he offers small talk and little chuckles that ring in your ears, and every single time one of the pretty ones walks away, his head turns to watch them leave for a few seconds too long.

Anyone can tell he needs it if they watch him for long enough. 

You’re not sure why this guy is getting to you the way he is, but there’s just something about the way that he carries himself in public that turns you on. You already know for a fact that he’s a horny motherfucker. You know that behind those charming smiles and laughs, he’s got a neglected cock needing to be used. 

No one else in this store is aware of it. You’re the only person here who knows he was spamming a stranger last night with dick pics and begging to see her pussy. 

It’s hot. 

And when you approach, Jake nearly doesn’t even know it’s you at first. 

“Hi, did you find everything you–” Jake stops mid sentence. “Oh, fuck. You’re here.”  He adds, trying to primp his hair into a spot that may look a little better than it did already.

You watch as he studies you for the first time, nervously darting his tongue out and against his bottom lip just for a split second before shifting his eyes behind you, and then turning to look around to see if anyone is within ear shot. 

No one is paying attention to either of you, and no one is going to hear what you’re about to say to him. Good.

“Do you wanna see my pussy?” 

It’s a joke, mostly. Kinda. 

You chuckle at his stunned reaction. His hands move to the counter as he clutches it and continuously looks around to make sure no one just heard those lewd ass words from a girl so goddamn hot. Like, oh god, it’s you. You really showed up to see him and already he’s not acting normal. 

No, no. You’re the one acting out of pocket, not him.

“I’m–” He tries to start, but his voice cracks in a very, very, embarrassing way. You hear him clear his throat before continuing. “I’m supposed to be showing you that I’m normal.” 

You tilt your head at him playfully, leaning against the counter and pushing your tits together with your arms. You wore this shirt here for a reason, and boy are you glad you did. You watch his eyes go straight to your chest and stay there. 

“Public Humiliation.” You echo one of his sexual interests to him from his app profile. “Dirty talk.”

Jake swallows around his words in stunned silence, feeling his cock wake up immediately. Fuck, this is the only place he finds peace of mind from…that. Yet here you are, with that soft and pretty voice reminding him of everything he wants but hasn’t been able to have. Standing there like you know he can’t bend you over right now and make you stop talking.

“Eight and a half inches hard.” You continue, leaning in even closer and moving your hand to the collar of your shirt. Tugging down just a little bit. “Five point six inch circumference.” 

Jake squeezes his eyes shut as he leans back with a sigh, pressing his hips against the counter for some sort of relief. To think the “boring” girl on the app wouldn’t be like this? God, he knew there had to be a catch considering you were on that app to find him in the first place. 

“Please–” He groans as his ears redden, lazily opening his eyes to look at your tits again. “Please don’t do this to me.” 

“I can imagine you’d fit it in me just right, wouldn’t you Jake?” You continue briefly, noting the bulge he blatantly presses against the counter. “Can you say ‘please’ again? It’s kinda hot.” 

“Please–” Jake blatantly groans now, his voice sounding hoarse and low. As much as he wants you to keep going, he’s at fucking work. He can’t be doing this. 

“Okay!” You gleefully agree as you switch up like you didn’t just fuck him up, lending him a bright and innocent smile as you lean back and away from him. “So you don’t want to see my pussy then?”

His relieved face falls right back into that of pained frustration as he narrows his eyes at you. 

“Right now?” He asks curiously, nodding his head without realizing it. Sure, he’s at work but like….your pussy is also at his work place right now.

“Yeah! Can you show me to the fitting room, actually?” You ask, louder this time in case anyone has moved around within ear-shot by now. Can’t make him lose his job, or whatever.

Jake swallows thickly with a nod, his eyes still narrowed at you but his mind racing a mile a minute at the fact that you’re really here right now, and this is what you’re doing to him? Enjoying his pain? Enjoying his suffering? Making it worse? 

Five minutes ago he was perfectly fine. You’re using his need against him and god, he loves it. Yeah, maybe he will take you to the back and try to fuck you at this point. Even if you said that you wouldn’t let him…what the fuck is this then? 

Really, he expected you to show up with an awkward hello and irritating small talk. He wanted to show you that he’s not always thinking about sex. Except he is, and it seems you want him to. You want him to think about fucking you. 

You really just walked into this establishment and asked him if he wants to see your pussy.

Of course he wants to see it. You already fucking know that. He wants to fuck it too, like, right now. 

And as he walks you to the fitting room, he has to try his damndest to adjust his growing cock. He nods to each customer as he walks by them, hands repeatedly going back to his lap to hide what he’s packing.

“Here it is.” Jake says in an unfocused voice, nearly staring a hole through you. “Now show me.” 

You dip your head in a smile, heading for the room and opening the curtain. Cheap ass store, really, most places have actual doors, but whatever. 

It’s easy to step inside and leave the curtain skewed a bit, knowing that Jake is hovering around the room, knowing that it’s probably protocol that an employee assist this space when it’s in use to prevent stealing and to prevent others from walking in on naked customers. 

You like the way you see him take peeks, trying to be discreet. You like the way he keeps his hands in front of his lap, hiding that you’ve definitely made him a mess of him already. You love the way he whispers a curse to himself when you sit against the bench in this small room and spread your legs wide open. 

You bet he loves the skirt you’re wearing for him today too. Though this wasn’t exactly planned or anything, you didn’t expect to be this turned on upon seeing him act as desperate as he sounds. You wore this shirt so he can look, and the skirt too…but looking this much wasn’t in your mind originally. 

He’s hot though. The way he needs it is hot. 

“Hurry up.” He groans, trying to make it seem like he’s frustrated but you know it’s just because he’s anxiously horny. 

And, well, you’re not actually gonna show him your pussy, but at this point you feel bad because he seems really stiff right now, almost robotic in the way he likely feels uncomfortably aroused in his least favorite place.  

“Jake,” You whisper-chuckle. “If you wanna see it, you’re gonna have to come in here and take my panties off of me.”

You hear him sigh, and see his eyes flick back to you through the small open space in the curtain. 

“You’re insane. I can’t come in there, I’ll lose my job.” He argues with a hushed tone, eyes fixated on the very panties he wishes he could remove. 

Even against his protests though, he reaches an arm in as he looks away. As if on extreme watch of other customers and employees roaming around. Probably pretending to grab a garment that doesn’t work for you, probably just doing normal, good-employee things. 

And, well, it’s pathetic really, the way he hopes for more. The way you offer more knowing he can’t get exactly what he wants. You actually feel a bit bad for doing this, especially because it wasn’t entirely in the plan. 

You really were just coming to meet him. It’s not your fault that watching him work turned you on solely because you know what he needs. So, you stand and walk towards the curtain, grabbing his arm and holding it in place. 

“Well–” You start, pressing yourself against the backside of his fingers, feeling him move his hand slightly against your clit. “Touch it then.”

He goes entirely silent but you feel the way he fumbles his hand, immediately grabbing your panties and moving them to the side just to really feel. And you let him, finding it somehow cuter in the way he doesn’t even ask. He does it like he needs to, like it’s instinctual to touch it. He feels for a second or two, probably closer to about five seconds before you step back. Really, it’s enough for him to know you’re wet, enough for him to suffer, enough for him to want more. 

Jake’s brain is on fire at it. Touching it before getting to see it? Goddamn, you’re so fucking mean.

And it’s silent for a few more moments after that as Jake keeps his hand in place, seemingly searching for a pussy just out of reach when you slide the fabric down your legs and place them directly into his hand. 

“When do you get off work?” You ask slyly now, ripping the curtain open and moving his hand for him, forcing him to shove your panties in his pocket. 

“Uh–” He stutters, swallowing again around his words before clearing his throat of the moan he really needs to let out right now. “Seven– I get off at seven.”

You nod with a smile, leaning in real close before patting his pocket. 

“I’ll text you my address.” 

And you leave without sparing him another glance, knowing that by the time his shift is over, he’ll probably pounce the second you open your door for him. 

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Jake suffers through the rest of his shift aggressively trying not to suck on his fingers. Fuck, he wants to taste you so bad, but to go as low as sucking the remnants for several hours just to hold him over? Truly, he’s at his wits end. 

Mostly because he absolutely does suck his fingers any chance he gets. Tapping his lips with them as he sees a customer off, licking against them discreetly, trying to make it look normal for him to have his fingers in his mouth so consistently. 

It’s not doing anything to hold him over though. 

He keeps glancing at the clock, and then at the message that reads your address. Just one more hour and he can leave. Just one more hour and he can bury his cock so deep into you that you’d never think twice about letting him do it again, and again, and again.

Oh god, really, he feels like he’s going insane as he checks out customer after customer. Every word they say somehow reminds him that he’s about to finally get laid again. 

“Can you wrap this up for me?” One customer said to him, nodding to a set of candles. 

Jake wishes you’d wrap him up in that pussy. 

“Do you have this in a bigger size?” Another customer had said to him as they held up a plush sweater. 

Jake doesn’t think you’d ever need a dick bigger than his. He’ll fill you up just right. 

“69.99?!” One customer argues. “The sign said it was 30% off!” 

Jake would sixty nine you all night long if you asked. He bets you taste sweet, you probably get really wet too. 

And by the end of the night, rain pounding on the roof, his last customer unfortunately has to hear a low groan leave his throat at their comments. He’s very quick to cover it with a cough. 

“Sorry for coming in right before you close, the rain is bad tonight and I forgot my umbrella, thank god you guys sell them! I didn’t mean to drip all over the floor like this, I hope you don’t have to stay late cleaning up my mess!” 

“I didn’t mean to drip all over your floor like this” Replays in his head, over and over again. God, he’d make you drip. He hopes you drip all over the floor for him. He’d get on his knees and lick it right up, god.

He needs to leave. Right now.

“S’all good,” Jake shakes his head after the initial moan and cough cover, trying to remain casual. “It’s my job to clean it up, after all.” He smiles, his brain stuck on the feeling of how wet you were when he touched you. Shiiiit. “Have a good night, stay dry!” 

And finally, Jake can close out his register and lock the doors. That, he does. Performing his end-of-night tasks at lightning speed with a cock throbbing so bad that he worries he might have to get off in his car before making it to your apartment. He genuinely needs to get off, especially knowing these pretty panties are in his pocket ready to be soaked in his cum. 

He doesn’t though, no. He holds off, thrusting his hips up and against the inseam of his pants with every passing second as he drives. He’s practically writhing by the time he gets to your place. Honestly, he moans with each movement because he’s sensitive. It’s so, so fucking sensitive. Everything feels good, he could genuinely cum the second you open your door if he’s not careful. 

Careful isn’t something Jake can be at this moment though, not when he lands a single knock at your door and you’re immediately opening it, looking at him with that same fucking evil smile you gave to him while he was at work. 

He looks at you and instantly lets out a frustrated moan before stepping in without another word. You feel his hands grab you much harsher than you originally thought he would, but you let him as you laugh out in a nervous chuckle. 

“Hello to you too.” You pat him on the back as his arms wrap around your middle. You hear him kick back against your door, slamming it shut before his lips hit your neck. 

He isn’t talking but goddamn you can hear what he needs to say through the way he presses his lips against you. He’s rough with it, kissing all across your exposed skin before slipping his hand right between your legs from the back as if he doesn’t have to chase anymore. 

You were going to jerk your hips back to make him chase, but his grip is too tight and he’s nearly lifting you off the floor entirely to get a feel. You were going to force him to look at you and the outfit you changed into for him, but again, he’s not having it, it seems.  He moans when he moves his lips up and against yours, hot breath desperate and needy as he finally speaks.

“Did it turn you on to torture me like that?” He nearly growls against your lips. “Got me so fucking hard.” 

You’re genuinely surprised with how he’s acting and talking. Then again, he’s desperate, that much is obvious if that monster bulge rubbing against your leg is anything to go by. Perhaps he may be desperate, but you guess that doesn’t always mean someone will end up submissive as a side effect. 

“It did.” You smile against his lips, pushing yourself forward to try and plant your feet back on the ground, chasing the ability to gain control over him. “Did you like that?”

Jake nods before shaking his head, allowing you to push forward, loving the way your hands reach for him and run through his hair before tugging. He did like what you did, but it doesn’t change the fact that it was fucking torture to stand there at work like he wasn’t losing his mind. 

“I’d like it more if we skip all the bullshit,” He starts, hand still attempting to reach the spot between your legs and lips landing at the corner of your mouth. “Could go all night.”

You nod to him, gripping his shirt and pulling him back to your living room couch and spinning him around, only to shove him back. 

“Is that a promise?” You ask, looking at the lazy way he spreads his own legs and rests his head against your couch cushions, eyes staring straight at you and cock twitching in his pants. “You gonna fuck me all night?”

“Yeah–” He breathes as if he’s in disbelief, hand reaching between his legs just to grab himself and squeeze as his eyes trail your body. “You have no idea how bad I need this.”

“Show me then,” You nod your head to his length that’s hidden under his pants. “Let me watch you first.”

Jake groans, rolling his eyes back both out of frustration and arousal, but he does as you say. His palm feels better with you watching, at least. He doesn’t feel so numb to the pleasure with you promising your body to him, at least. He doesn’t mind proving his size to you by shoving his pants down to his thighs and presenting said neglected cock to you either. 

It’s heavy, dark in color due to the blood that’s likely rushing throughout every inch of it. He feels sensitive to even the air in your living room as he twitches and aches to hear you talk again, to see you in front of him watching how he pleasures himself, wishing his hand is yours. 

“You wanna watch?” He says in a low-rumbled voice, tracing his fingers along the head of his cock and seething out a breath through his now, bitten bottom lip. “Wanna know how tight I want you to feel?” He asks now, bold and in the heat of the moment. You watch him when he squeezes the base of his cock tightly, you can almost feel yourself choke at that alone. 

“How wet you need to be to take it?” He continues, dragging his hand back and licking his palm before spitting into it. 

The wetness against his hand is horrifyingly pornographic. So wet when he reaches back down to his length, allowing you to hear it squelch and slip with ease. His breath is hitched while he does it too, which nearly has you seeing him in tunnel vision.

“Yeah…” You tune into him entirely, swallowing around the lump in your throat and feeling yourself drip already. “I can’t imagine how good–” You cut yourself short to moan at the way his other hand holds his pants down while he jerks his hand up faster and faster. “Oh god, you’re–”

“Wanna see how fast I can cum just looking at you?” He continues, hand only moving faster and faster as his grip tightens more, shamelessly grunting proudly over how he could probably cum now if he wanted to. “I told you, I can go all night.”

You pause, because goddamn. You thought he would be embarrassing, pathetic, needy. You thought he would beg, plead, and cry. But…you feel like you’re the one who needs to do that. God, you’ve never seen a man so desperate to fuck yet be so powerful about it. As if he’s in your face whispering, “You’re gonna let me fuck you, right? You’re gonna love it too, right? You’re gonna let me use you to take care of this little problem of mine, right? It’s what you want, right?”

If he were to say those things to you right now, you’d nod without a doubt. But…he doesn’t. He simply looks at you now, heaving out broken moans that sound too sexy to be considered pathetic. His hips chase each movement of his hand and goddamn does he fuck his fist hard.

Your mind is spinning watching him, knowing that he’s probably going to fuck you twice as hard as he fucks himself. And it’s not surprising to you at least that you can feel your own clit swell and throb for touch too. You easily move your hand between your legs, standing right there in front of him, toying with yourself as if you don’t have the power to ask him to do it for you. 

“Ah, fuck–” Jake groans, thrusting his hips up into his hand one last time before strings of his cum make a mess on his shirt. And it seems to go on forever too, spurt after spurt of it pumping out of him alongside his pretty moans and open-mouthed expression. You can feel your body react to him more than it ever has for anyone else, especially in the way….

“God–” You moan yourself now, watching him spread his legs and slouch more against your couch with a relieved sigh from his messy orgasm. But…his cock doesn’t soften. No, it stays stiff and heavy against his stomach, twitching and dribbling more and more of his cum out in little beads. 

The proof of his issue is right here, he really can and probably will go all night. And you say nothing else to him after that. In fact, he wouldn’t be able to answer you if you did say something simply because you find yourself stepping up onto your own couch, resting your knees against the back of it, and gripping his hair. 

Jake lets out a half-moan-half-hum, as expected, when he feels your hand drag his face under your skirt. You didn’t have to do that, but goddamn does he fucking love it. He loves how he can feel your knees buckle and force you to balance on the couch, loves how your cunt is just as needy as he feels, fucking adores the way you drip all over his tongue when he pushes your panties to the side and starts licking you up. 

It’s the fact that he didn’t even have to ask you to put it in his face. The slight taste against his fingers all night at work is nothing compared to the way you drown him now. He needs to do this for you. Hell, he needs to do this for himself.

“Jesus,” You breathe, rolling your hips on his mouth. He’s truly eating you like his life depends on it. You can hear his muffled hums at the taste, you can feel his shoulder shake as he starts jerking off again, you can feel the way his tongue goes deeper and deeper, licking each clench of your walls, only to pull back and suck the wet from your panties in a deep breath. 

He coos at it too, as if he’s in love with the moment, as if he truly can’t believe he’s finally got a pussy to lick. And he swallows each mouth full of your slick before muttering curses and promises against your swollen little bud. 

“Please,” He moans, nipping and licking against you. “Been so long since I’ve eaten pussy, rub it on me- fuck-” he continues to babble, heat-of-the-moment-talk coming out as far more arousing than cringe if you listen hard through your ringing ears. “Come on,” He continues, now neglecting his own cock and gripping your ass with both hands, shoving you back and forth on his face in painfully slow and harsh grinds. “Come on, harder.”

As if you can function at all right now with how rough he is about trying to pleasure you? Fucking hell, the words ignite something in you as you pull back and away from him. For a split second, you see his blown out pupils and fucked up hair as he licks his lips and presents that shining lower-half of his face to you. 

You don’t look for long though, no. Because you’re too busy pushing him to the side and forcing him to lay back on the couch instead. You resume your position afterwards, straddling the couch on either side of his head with your knees and planting your pulsing cunt right on his eager tongue. 

“You’re too hot,” You moan, feeling his hands go straight back to your ass to force more of those harsh grinds against him. “If you could see yourself right now–” Your eyes roll back in pleasure as you feel his moaned out chuckle hit you right in the clit. It’s like he knows he makes you feel good, but does he really? 

Does he truly understand how fucking good at this he is?

 “God, if you could feel how good your tongue is–” You continue, now losing yourself in the heat of the moment, feeling his fingers nearly bruise your ass with the death-grip he has on you. 

He nods his head in what little space he has as he spirals into heaven behind his eyes. The smell of you suffocates him, the taste of you drowns him, the weight of you is nothing short of sexy as hell. This is all he could ever want. A pretty girl using and abusing his face, much like he wants to do to you. But oh, there’s so, so much he wants to do after so long of having no one but himself. 

Eat you out, finger fuck you, slide his cock down that pretty little moaning throat of yours, grip that hair and kiss those tits. God, he wants to do everything right now but he can’t bear to push this perfect clit off of his lips. He cannot fathom losing the taste of you and the way you clench around the tip of his tongue. 

Oh fuck.

“Ahh- '' Jake moans open-mouthed against your clit as his brain hits a wall, his cock standing stiff from behind you as he spills out against himself again. Untouched completely, he cums without any effort where as previously it took him hours just to get off because he’d grown so fucking bored of everything. 

You’ve ignited him. His drive is higher than it’s ever been after being neglected for so long. God, he wants to fuck you so full that you can’t bear to leave him. 

“Fuck–” He continues, trying to lend licks between his jerking body to keep your arousal peaked. “See how bad I need it?” 

He finally manages to pull back, feeling you lift from his face just for a moment after noting the way his entire body is shaking. He’s not having it though, as he cranes his neck in chase of your dripping hole once more.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He adds now, enveloping his lips around your clit again and using both hands to force you right back down on his face. 

There, you feel the way he almost passionately makes out with your pussy. As if he’s thanking you for a second orgasm within the past ten minutes. As if he truly can’t stop wanting to fuck something, someone, anything at all.

Goddamn, what a fucking deal. All hail the hook-up app that brought this insatiable sex beast to your apartment.

“Jake–” You start, grinding down for him and feeling his hands now move to rub up and down your back. “Keep your tongue in me.” You choke out, gripping his hair to hold his face in place as you sit his tongue inside of you, short and jerky thrusts forward to bump your clit against his nose. 

He’s gotten off twice now, it’s your turn. 

And you watch as he drops his arms from you and grips your outer legs through it, letting you use his face until he can’t breathe. Both of you are seeing stars through it, your orgasm bubbling up so quickly that you can barely warn him when your hips halt in a stiffened clench and he’s finishing the job for you. 

Your legs squeeze around his head, your fingers pull his hair, and still he manages to find the space to tilt his chin up just to tongue-fuck you deeper, just to rub his nose harshly against your clit, up until he feels your quivering pussy spill all over his chin, down his throat, stealing any breath or moan he could possibly give right now. 

You’re out of breath by the time you finally slide off of his face, your hands immediately shooting to both of his cheeks as your sensitive clit drags down his stomach for the easy position change. You wince when you lick against his lips at the sensitivity, being sure to seat yourself right against his cock. 

“Hah–” Jake lends a breathy laugh against the way you lick his lips, his hands going right back to your ass and landing a sharp slap to it. “Couldn’t even get our clothes off first.”

You take a second to pull back and look at him, noting the redness against his cheeks and nose, likely from your panties consistently getting in his way and then you chuckle back at him. You’re thankful for the short break the two of you seem to be taking at the moment. Still, you lift up from him just to remove your shirt, exposing your tits in an instant solely because you didn’t wear a bra for this exact purpose. 

He’s still hard, despite two orgasms. You feel him rubbing it against you every few seconds, right up against your saliva and cum-soaked panties which, mind you, are insanely uncomfortable right now. It feels as if they’re slicing through your thigh with the force of how Jake managed to keep them shoved out of his way. 

“Just lay back,” You smile at him, allowing him a longer rest for now as you take it upon yourself to remove the barriers. “Let me take care of you now.”

Jake has hearts in his eyes as he watches you. Normally, a girl would already be falling asleep after all that, leaving him with not enough orgasms and no actual fucking. It’s not his fault he could do foreplay for upwards of three to four hours before going for the finale. Which, arguably, can and will last several hours longer. 

Still, you appear to not be finished either, with your breathless smile and gentle hands. He bites his bottom lip through a smirk as he watches you, tits on full display to keep him satiated for now as you move around on the couch to get his pants off of him. He helps a bit with a little kick, his cock still so sensitive and pathetically weeping for more. He feels lucky to have found you, almost baffled that he may have met his match. 

You lend several glances at his cock, not quite realizing the way he’s blinking at you right now. To be fair, it’s only natural to have your attention on that thing right now. You swallow around your nervousness regarding the size but equally want him to fuck you senseless with it. You already feel entirely fucked out, but…that. Oh, that could change your life, probably. You can imagine he won’t be as gentle as you expected before all of this too. Would probably shove it in all in one go and lose his mind at the feeling. 

He’s probably going to split you open and make it feel good for you too. Somehow. 

Anyway, enough of that. You’ve still got to get his shirt off, your uncomfortable skirt and panties too. 

You make quick work of it, as you stand to your feet and expose yourself entirely to him. Jake just watches, humming and moaning at each new expanse of skin you show to him. He keeps his hands to himself though, likely so used to feeling of them that they’d bring no pleasure at this moment if he were to jerk off to you doing this. And you just…look right back at him.

“Come on,” You smile at him again, lending your hand out for him to grab. “Bedroom will be more comfortable.”

Right. Bedrooms exist.

Jake follows, cock heavy and sensitive against his thigh with each step as he tries to get up close behind you. His eyes stay on your ass as you walk in front of him, and it’s not hard for him to keep his hands on it. In fact, he’s touching you as often as he can, trying to remind himself that he’s with someone right now who actually wants him. 

You seem to be willing to let him do what he needs tonight, and hopefully it won’t be the only time. 

You feel him on you, clinging so closely, hands constantly groping, lips always trying to reach the back of your neck and shoulders, to the point it’s actually difficult to get to your bedroom because you want nothing more than to turn around and shove him against the wall, all to try and take him into your mouth just to see if you can.

He doesn’t really let you think about that for too long though, because the second you get to your bedroom, he’s grabbing you from behind and lifting you in his strong arms. You writhe in his grasp with playful giggles, feeling the strong hold he has on you, keeping you in place against him as he stumbles forward with a deep inhale into your neck.

He’s quick to make his way to your bed, dropping you onto it, flipping you over onto your back, and immediately slotting himself between your legs. He hovers over you for a minute, looking directly into your eyes as his hair falls forward. 

Somehow, you’re more focused on his face than you are of his cock that he’s sliding up and down your core right now. You reach up to his hair, brushing it out of his face and feeling the sticky sweat at his scalp. 

“Could eat you out again.” Jake mentions, hips thrusting against you but eyes calm and level with yours. “Could lock me up in here and just use me all day if you want.” He continues, partially being serious about it, but treating it as if it’s some kinky joke instead. 

Because let’s be honest. If there’s any job Jake could do better than anyone else, it’s be a woman’s fuck toy. Always ready to go, always stiff and horny, always willing to please. 

“Could slide in right now and let you feel how hard I am.” His voice gets breathier as he talks, and you can tell he’s just imagining everything he wants to do. He probably worries he’ll have to go home at some point tonight only to resume his search for potential fucks to keep his need satiated. 

He probably thinks he’s going to exhaust you. 

“Could let you do all of that and more.” You respond, lifting your hips just slightly to press his cock between your bodies, throwing your legs around his waist simultaneously with the way you wrap your arms around his neck. “You want me to lock you up in here?” 

Jake nods with a sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if he can imagine it. 

“Do you work tomorrow?” 

He shakes his head with another sigh, focusing on the way you keep humping up against his length, sliding yourself in whatever way you can against him. 

“Maybe I’ll just have to do that then.”

Oh, damn. 

The heart eyes are back. The very thought of being in this room all night and all day tomorrow drives his cock to pulse and twitch. Foreplay can come whenever, fucking can come whenever, he can cum whenever. There’s no need for a to-do list. No need for a specific structure of rules on how this needs to happen. Foreplay, sex, sleep. Not with Jake. 

Sex. foreplay. sex. foreplay. for hours. He’ll keep you up all night if he can, fucking and sucking every part of you, into the morning hours straight into tomorrow night. 

Free use with you from now until you’re tired of him. You can do anything you want to him but for now…

“Yeah?” Jake breathes out in excitement, arching his back slightly to let his cock land against your hole, and then he pushes forward slowly. The bulbous head spreads your lips and stretches out your slick pussy with ease as he continues to speak. “Feel that?”

Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, fingernails already digging into his shoulders at the anticipation as your legs loosen around him. He continues to push forward, inch by inch, painfully slow as if he wants you to feel the burn and stretch even while being as wet as you are. 

“Ah–” He confirms for himself as he watches your face, wincing, mouth falling open. “Yeah, you feel it.”

God, yeah. You do. You feel the weight of his size inside of you, stretching you open so good he probably wouldn’t even have to move for it to hurt. But he does move, he does continue to slide in, savoring every second of your walls quivering and suffocating his cock. 

“Goddamn,” He groans, lifting up on both arms and bracing himself as he looks down, only to find he’s only slid half of his dick into you, and already you’re about as breathless as he is. “Didn’t realize how tight you’d actually be–” 

He chokes when he says it, sliding out little by little before fucking back in, pushing just a bit more into you.

“S’okay.” You try to reassure him, but it’s more for you than it is for him. You really didn’t think a cock could feel so big that it actually hurts, yet, here you are. “I’m adjusting.”

Jake moans at your broken voice, no longer holding himself back to look at your pussy grip him when he pulls out slightly. He looks at your face instead, witnessing how you take all of it in one solid movement from him. All of it, until he can feel his pelvis rest against your clit and your entire body stiffens in a tight hug around his body. 

“Mhm,” He leans back down now, humming against your cheek as he tries to control the urge to fuck. “Taking all of it, aren’t you?”

With those words, he slides out slightly before pushing back in again, trying to force your pussy to relax so that he can stop holding his breath. One hand finds its way to your leg to hold onto, the other holding himself up beside your head, and he just…watches. 

Little by little, he thrusts. Plunging into you in short-tight snaps of his hips just to watch your tits jiggle with the movements, up until he really, really can’t hold back anymore. 

You feel his cock leave you almost entirely, only to slam right back in and cause your vision to go white with a pang of pleasure. Your loud yelp pairs well with his relieved sigh of a grunt, and it appears that this is what breaks him entirely. 

That single, full thrust, lets him fall forward and nuzzle his nose against your neck and his body just goes. Instinctually chasing the deepest parts inside of you, hitting your cervix with each thrust only to drag back and make your toes go numb at the way your g-spot feels entirely too sensitive with this alone.

And god, Jake loves the way you cling through it. The way you moan each time he bottoms out, the way your nails cut into his back and the way your legs continuously fail to stay wrapped around him. He…

Oh no.

“I can go all night–” He breathes out through his relentless thrusts, almost as if he’s pleading with you. “I swear, I’m not done–” He continues to cut off his own words with choked moans as he pulls back and leans up, frantically forgetting to apologize over the fact that he’s already about to cum again.

And you feel him try to slide out, that face he made twice before already alerting you that he really must have so much to pump out of himself at this point. You don’t mind if he’s about to hit a third orgasm, in fact, you’re glad.

Your legs hold him in place as he fights to pull out, his eyes snapping to you in realization after the second time he tries. 

“No fucking way, you– you want it?” His eyebrows fall into that of a relieved release as he, too, falls right back down against your chest and lets his hips fuck freely. 

He’s not controlling it at this point. You feel him stretch you open more through his orgasm, rolling his hips but not pulling out even in the slightest now. Moving back and forth, as if trying to stuff you impossibly full while he releases those thick ropes of cum. It…feels so good even with the way the base of his cock continues to swirl and loosen you up in a painful stretch that almost feels like he’s ripping you open. Still, the pain is gone as he shakes on top of you, in fact, you feel your clit throb at the feeling of how big he is, of how hard he manages to stay. 

He didn’t even fuck you that roughly before this, but it feels like you’re already ruined. Ruined enough to want more. Enough to need more. 

“Bet that feels good,” You chuckle against his hair, feeling each pulse of him and loving the way he pants against your ear. “Not having to pull out, knowing you can fuck me for as long as you want.”

That only pushes his orgasm to hit harder. He thought he was nearing the end of it, but instead, his body goes into overdrive as more pulses of cum shoot out of him at your words. There’s so…so much of it he can give you. And if this is what you want, he’s the perfect man to do it for you. 

“Don’t say that, oh god–” Jake mumbles through the end of his orgasm, keeping himself tucked nice and deep into you as he releases his body weight and makes you feel slightly suffocated under him. “Please.”

Well, he minds his manners well enough, you shrug under him, clenching around his length unintentionally and reminding him that you genuinely can go all night, just like him.

Reminding him that maybe you really will just lock him up in this room all tonight, all tomorrow. He seems into the idea anyway, right? Both of you just free-use sex dolls for the time being…Hell yeah.

And as Jake catches his breath, he finally lifts up, pulling you with him, and sits you directly on his lap now.

“Keep going then, don’t let it get soft.” He nearly whimpers, solely due to the sensitivity his cock is now offering and the fact that after that third orgasm, he truly is gaining the ability to go flaccid between orgasms. 

And you follow his direction, though not entirely how he wanted you to. Instead of rolling your hips, you slip him right out of you and sink your face down between his legs, loving the way his cum spills out of you all the while. You don’t even say anything, not that you’d need to. He watches you, a smirk forming on his lips as he raises an arm and throws it over his eyes. 

“Shit, You’re so my type.” He groans out of the sexual frustration that still bubbles within him. You look so good down there with his cock just inches from your mouth. God, no woman has been able to go down on him for too long despite really fucking wishing they would. 

His hips always lose control, they don’t like face fucking, he’s too big to fit, they’re gagging too much, their jaw is hurting. What the fuck ever. Look at you, blinking up at him like you want nothing more in the world than to take it all down your throat. Ah, fuck, if you did that…

His hips buck up on instinct, forcing you to hold him down with your arms as you lick your lips. 

“You really live up to your promise, you know that?” You smile with warmed cheeks as you speak, blowing air gently against the head of his cock. It’s softened up a little, but it’s no longer going flaccid. You’re sure that the second you work it into your mouth, he’s going to be blocking your airways. 

Good. 

“You say that like I’m not overwhelming you with all of this,”  He chuckles as he moves his arm from his face and down to yours. “Most girls would have already sent me home.”

You circle your lips around the bulbous head, tasting the remnants of both you and him as you gently suckle before popping off and licking your lips. 

“Well, Jake–” You look back down and lend his cock a little kiss. “I’m not most girls. Besides, most guys get their nut and leave me hanging. You’ve gotten, what? Three orgasms by now? And you’re still in my bed? Wanting me to lock you up tomorrow too? What a fucking win.”

Jake rolls his eyes because you don’t even know the fucking half of it. If he were a normal guy, he probably would have done the same thing. Maybe not to you, but to others? Yeah. The thing is, he’s not like most guys. And you’re right in saying you’re not like most girls either, considering…your sex drive appears to be just as insatiable as his.

“Fuck, let me eat you out again–” Jake groans now, needing to pleasure you again, aroused by the fact that he’s basically met a female version of himself. Even if he’s just exaggerating and making himself believe such a woman could exist close enough to him. “Let me– Ahh…”

You cut off his words, dragging a loud and sensual moan from him as you sink down. Mostly to shut him up, mostly so you can return the favor for him from earlier before letting him have another lick of you. After all, you truly do appreciate him for all of this. 

“Mmf–” You mumble unintentionally, feeling each inch of his length that you swallow up pressing your tongue further and further down in your mouth. Up until you’re entirely open mouthed on him, gagging yourself when he hits your throat only to angle yourself up on your knees to point it straight down your throat instead.

It hurts, but you close your eyes in concentration, breathing through each gag, ignoring the dribble of saliva that runs from the corners of your mouth and– you swallow.

Mostly because you can’t suck. Again and again, you swallow around him just to stimulate his length, the girth stretching your lips out to the point you feel your jaw could break, but it doesn’t and it won’t. 

Within an instant of taking his whole length down your throat, you feel his hands in your hair. Your ears are ringing, otherwise you would also be listening to him choke on his words at how you’re doing this to him. All of it. You’re taking him in full, not leaving an inch out, seemingly proving that your mouth can be fucked just as good as your cunt.

He’s in heaven, head spinning as you stimulate him through each gag and sputtered out chokes of a moan. He can’t help it when he grabs your hair, he really doesn’t mean it when he pushes your head down while pressing his hips up. Essentially choking you and suffocating you in full with a paused hold. 

You brace yourself on his hips when he does this, squeezing your eyes shut and continuously gagging from the way he abuses your mouth with just that small movement, and then– he pulls back.

“Ahh,” He groans, snapping his hips back and holding you by the hair to keep you from chasing. “You like that?” He continues, letting you breathe but not answer at all before he’s pushing your head right back down, holding you there again and fucking his hips up repeatedly into your throat this time. 

The sounds are pornographic at best, concerning at worst. You, searching for air somewhere between his thrusts, the sounds of wet sputters, drooling, whimpered groans from him, and desperate gasps and gags from you. Truly, Jake is in heaven right now. With you, specifically, you’ve brought him to heaven.

For you, it feels like he does this forever. You’re losing the ability to comprehend what breathing ever was in the first place, thankfully though, Jake can see the tears pouring from your eyes and feel the way you fall slightly limp, letting him do as he pleases before he realizes– he may actually be overwhelming you now.

He snaps his hips back quickly, pulling you up and off of the last remaining inches of his weeping cock before taking a good, long look at your gasped breath and abused lips. Tongue licking out and eyes stained. 

“I’m sorry, fuck, I–”

Instantly you press yourself down on him once again, resuming your original position of sliding him in until you can’t stand the feeling in your throat, gagging and swallowing around him time and time again. You feel proud of it, proud of the pain, proud of the suffocation. 

Fucking proud to not be finished with him compared to every other person, apparently. 

“Jesus–” He groans now, his entire body slouching against your bed as he slams his head back and starts petting your cheeks. “It’s like you were born for this. For me.”

You hum around the gags, growing accustomed to swallowing him up and feeling your jaw strain. And just a few moments later, you pull up with a deep breath, a smile, and you start rubbing your jaw. 

“Maybe I was,” You try to talk dirty, wanting to drive him insane. “You taste so good.” You add, dipping down again to lick a long stripe up the underside of his balls up to his tip. “Any girl should be proud to say you’d fuck her mouth like that.”

A twitch, he rolls his eyes back and clenches his jaw. 

“How are you so…” He breathes out, reaching his hands blindly for you, only to feel you shift on the bed and essentially sit your tits into both of his hands. “perfect?”

You shrug when he opens his eyes, you’re now hovering over him, both hands covering his on your tits as you force him to squeeze and grope. 

“Maybe it’s best to not ask questions.” You tilt your head playfully. “Besides, if I’m lucky maybe you’ll stop trying to find other girls to fuck. They can’t take care of you like I will, anyway.”

Oh, you damn fucking right they won’t. 

“You can have it any time you want.” Jake smiles, relishing in your tits warming under his palms, watching the way you hover over him tall and proud on your knees. “Could play with you every day and never get bored.” 

You feel him move his hand from under yours, going straight between your legs and sliding not two, but three fingers into you with ease.

“Still so wet too,” He hums, eyes narrowing at you with that same pretty grin. “You always this horny?”

You shake your head. 

“Not usually, you just turn me on.” 

Jake feels proud of that. He doesn’t feel like the odd ball with a dick that can’t be satiated no matter how many pussies he plows through in a night. Which, again, for the past year has been a total of zero pussy. You getting turned on by that makes him feel…capable. Makes him feel like maybe he can be put to use by a pretty girl. 

Makes him feel like his need is wanted and well taken care of. 

“So, I can keep calling you?” He asks now, fucking his fingers up, loving the warmth and slide, anticipating for when he gets to bury his cock in you again. 

“Mhm.” You hum, closing your eyes to enjoy the pleasure of how deep even his fingers reach. Kind of ready for him to stop talking and just focus on what he’s doing to you.

“Even if it’s every single day?” He continues to ask, now using his thumb against your clit. “Even if I need you in the middle of the night?”

Anything he wants if he can keep hitting your g-spot like this. 

“Yes, Jake,” You sigh out of aroused frustration, now wiggling your hips to chase that stimulation inside of you. “I’ll give you the fucking key to my apartment if you want. Just let you walk right in and start fucking me.”

His fingers move faster at the image, the implication of not just free-use, but true free use. Real free-use. 

“Yeah? Wake you up with my cock sliding into you?” He urges you to keep talking, now removing his other hand from your chest and circling it around his cock. “Just walk right in and get my mouth on you while all your friends are here?”

You lend a surprised chuckle, but pay no mind to his words past the arousal it brings to you. You’d tell him about how you have a total of like two friends, and half of the time they’re too busy to show up anyway. Still, the image is hot at the moment. All of it is hot. 

“You’d let me?” He continues pressing every button both physically and mentally, unaware of how easy it is for him to talk as if it’s a normal conversation solely because it’s kind of his general state of living at this point. You, on the other hand, are not used to having a full conversation while your g-spot gets abused. “Even if you’re not home? Let you come home and find me fucking myself for you?”

Oh.

“Fuck–” You groan out at the image, feeling his fingers reach so perfectly, thinking of how it would feel to walk into your apartment just to see this pretty man chasing that tight ring of fingers his fist creates. Probably so turned on and frustrated that you’re not home…so frustrated that all he could do is drop to the floor and start fucking. “God, yeah.”

So that’s what you’re into. You love that he’s that pathetic to fuck. And lucky for you, he’s more than willing to continue to be that fucking pathetic. 

“Does that feel good?” He hums now, watching how you fuck yourself against his fingers, lifting slightly to lick against your nipple. “Can I use my cock again?” He babbles almost, brain on constant loop of you actually giving him free reign of your apartment someday so he can come and–”Please, do this on my cock.”

This is the second time he’s asked you to ride it, and you think that may be one time too many. You almost feel guilty for taking him down your throat first, but then again, you don’t. Your body vibrates knowing you’re about to split yourself open on him again, only this time having full control. 

“You want me to sit on it, Jake?” You smile, thrusting your hips down and sinking his fingers into you so deep that you physically can see his brain malfunction. 

The frantic nod he gives is somehow less powerful than how he lifts his hips, forcing you higher on your knees as his fingers slip out of you and immediately land in his mouth. 

Man, this guy must love the taste of pussy. The image of him doing that alone is insanely arousing to you as you lend him a short nod and slide back, your pussy sucking in the head of his cock instantly as if the two of you move together so well, that it was only natural to not need a guiding hand for it. 

He sinks his head deep into the mattress with the way you try to sink down on him. He holds his breath with those same fingers in his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut at how tight you still are, how wet you still are. 

And he’s shocked, almost, at the way you just keep sliding down. Not letting yourself re-adjust to his size, holding your own breath and bracing yourself on his abdomen just to keep balance and you wince through the stretch. 

“That’s it.” Jake soothes your hips as you sit, clenching around each one of his twitches inside of you. “Doing so good.” He breathes out this time, trying to hold back his moan just for a moment as he awaits your moan first.

And it comes quickly when you lean back rather than against him, arms by his knees as you practically present his cock to him buried entirely into you with this position. He lifts his head and stares at it before reaching his thumb to your clit, immediately pressing hard circles against it. 

“Ride it,” He pleads now. “God, please ride it.” He loses his mind at the image, really, as you do start moving. 

Pained whimpers falling from your lips as you circle your hips, fucking just an inch of him in and out of yourself, forcing the deepest part of your pussy to take the abuse more than anything else. And you know he loves it with the way his thumb stops rubbing your clit, with the way he can’t decide on if he should look or throw his head back and fall into the sensation. 

It’s really cute to witness, and you’d lean forward to kiss him if you had the strength to do it, but you don’t. In fact, all the strength you have is currently bubbling up inside of you with a sharp, almost burning sensation. 

You know exactly what this is. You’ve practiced it time and time again alone in this bed. 

“Oh, oh shit, Jake–” You groan as you frantically start moving your hips through the full and splitting feeling of him inside of you. Your voice sounds so panicked, it almost scares him. And honestly? Had he not have finger fucked you against your g-spot previously perhaps you could last longer on him, but no. 

“What– What’s wrong?!” Jake’s voice is broken when he quickly leans up, hugging around you as you continue to ride against him, faster now, chasing, chasing, chasing. 

Pushing, pushing, pushing.

“No, no!” You moan out, shoving him back against the bed and now lifting entirely from his length before slapping your own clit, fast, rough circled motions before each slap. “Oh, shit!” You nearly yell, witnessing it squirt from your body straight against his abdomen and chest. 

Jake just watches, mouth agape and eyes wide. 

“Oh–” He stares. “Oh yeah?” 

And you’re not even done when he seemingly takes full control. Allowing all that squirt to fall out of you, ignoring your shaking legs, tipping you straight back and plunging his cock right back into that release of pressure inside of you.

“You just weren’t gonna tell me you could do that?” He grunts against your ear, fucking into you so hard and so fast that your orgasm just keeps coming. It feels too good to speak, too good to breathe. 

Even as it subsides and you’re trying to catch your breath, he doesn’t let you. He just keeps going, grunting incoherently against your ear, snapping his hips harder than you think he’s probably ever done before. 

Honestly, with each yelp you let out, your sensitivity goes from being unbearably painful to–

“Do it again–” He urges you. “Give me another one.” Babbling, cooing, fucking moaning all over your neck until his lips hit yours. 

Somehow, that gives him exactly what he wants as he feels your legs tense up and fall open around him. Your pelvis slamming into his so hard that it’s, quite literally, splashing out of you in loud and painful sounds. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He nods and whispers against your tongue, sucking it into his mouth before licking into yours, nearly rabid with the way he’s both kissing and fucking you, he can’t help it. He forgot words the second he felt the gush rush past his length, trying to force it out of you only for him to go harder. Like hell he’s not going to feel you literally squirt on his cock. “So fucking messy.”

At one point, you think you might have actually died. You’re not sure but you swear you saw him fucking you in third person for two solid seconds before being slammed right back into your body. The pleasure genuinely is so overwhelming that…well, suddenly you understand why girls probably think he’s too much.

But goddamn he’s…so good. Like, you remember him mentioning his body count through his one-sided sext session with you and you can argue his inexperience probably made this that much better. He’s a fucking natural. 

And as he continues fucking into you, all you can do is lend him a distant smile. You’re definitely not experiencing real life at this moment, and you know he sees it with the way he lifts and keeps his eyes on your zoned out expression. 

“Look at you.” He echoes against your walls. “So, so pretty.” 

And he just keeps doing that, whispering praises, working you through his presumed last orgasm of the night because he genuinely can’t not fill you up with his cum one last time before letting you rest. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

The rest didn’t last long, but to be fair you didn’t need it to. All night, and all day. That promise was kept and Jake remained insatiable throughout all the time he spent with you.

To the point you very nearly felt strange about him leaving. Like you’d grown so accustomed to having someone literally attached to you at the dick that you knew the loneliness and silence would hit you a little too hard once he leaves. 

And, well, he does leave in a sense, but not completely. 

Though you never truly meant that offer in the midst of sex-talk, Jake seemed to have clinged to the idea of it. Lock him up, but still give him the key. 

Never in your life would have imagined giving a person the key to your apartment, and yet…there he goes. Backing out of a guest parking spot in front of your building with your spare fucking apartment key in his pocket right next to those fucking panties. 

[hoonsonenonly]

My Playlist #06 -Jupiter couldn't keep me from you......Oh, I'm yours

𑣲⋆ Song Teaser - Y/n just really misses her long-distance bf, and Sunghoon misses her too much to stay away.

𝄞𑣲⋆ artists - sunghoon x fem! reader 𝄞𑣲⋆ content warnings - established relationship, pure fluff, long-distance relationship, sunghoon is down bad, domestic relationship, wholesome as fuck, attempt at humour as always, suggestive, romance lemme know if i missed anything <3 𝄞𑣲⋆ title track - Jupiter by Matt Maltese

𝄞𑣲⋆ Eunnie's lyrics : if you couldn't tell already, i have like a shit-ton of sunghoon drafts *scratches neck awkwardly*

It's 12 in the afternoon, and you're bored. As you have been for the past hour and a half. You're lying in bed in a random hoodie and shorts, doomscrolling for the better part of an hour, when Eunji barges into your room.

"Get dressed, hoe, we're going out," she declares as you groan, sitting up in your bed. You cheer, sitting straight in your bed as you run to the closet. "Wow, such enthusiasm. Aren't you gonna ask where?" Eunji chuckles, leaning against the door as you strip off your hoodie.

"Nope. Don't care. Just wanna get out of this goddamned house."

You put on a t-shirt, the collar falling off one shoulder, and some jeans, stomping into your Converse as you bolt to the door. You turn back for a second before turning the knob, "Where ARE we going though?"

"Grocery store. Need to get some things for dinner," she states, and you're off, lacing your hand with hers.

Sunghoon is shuffling into the house, thanks to the key Eunji left under the mat, hands full with gifts he'd bought for his girlfriend as he pushes open the door.

He puts his bag in the corner of the living room and gets to work.

45 minutes later, you and Eunji are walking back to the dorm, bags of groceries on her arms. As you exit the lift onto your floor, she pushes ahead, telling you to open the door to the dorm.

You look at her suspiciously, but you pull the key out of your pocket anyway. "What did you do, Ji-ah? Did you get a dog?! Please tell me you got a dog!" you exclaim as you push open the door.

When you don't hear the pitter-patter of small dog feet, you look back at her dissappointedly, putting your keys in the drawer and slipping off your shoes.

She looks at you with a suspiciously wide smile as you walk into the living room. "Why are you being weird?" you say, walking into the living room and gasping.

Sunghoon. Is here.

He's on your couch.

Your long-distance boyfriend of a year is sitting on your couch.

You do the first thing that comes to mind. Scream.

Then run to him, arms extended as you crush him in a bear hug. He wraps your arms around your waist, and you almost cry from the feeling of him wrapped around you again.

"I missed you," you mutter into his neck, tightening your arms around him as he smiles into your neck. "I missed you more, princess," he replies, voice sending a shiver down your spine.

You don't realize when tears prick your eyes, pulling away from the hug. "Aww, don't cry, sweetheart," he coos at you, lips curling into a smile, giving you a flash of those fangs.

You chuckle, smile widening on your lips. "Just missed you," you mutter, going on your tiptoes to brush your nose against his.

"You have no idea how much I missed you, baby. Couldn't stop thinking about you," he mutters against your lips, voice low. You brush your lips against his and feel him shiver in your arms.

You press your lips to his softly, and he relaxes in your arms, pulling you impossibly closer.

It's a gentle kiss, the kind that makes your head spin, heart beating out of your chest. He sighs against you like he's finally at peace after months of torturous distance, and you tighten your hold around him like you feel the same.

You kiss softly for what feels like hours, relearning the taste and shape of each other as if you hadn't met in decades, rather than months.

"I'm so happy you're back, I think I would've died if you hadn't come back," you breathe out, dramatic as ever, as he chuckles against your lips, pecking your forehead. "I think I would've too. Had to see you before I went insane."

"Wait, don't you have classes?" you ask, placing a hand on his chest. "Yeah, but I can totally skip a week, it's fine," he shrugs, leaning back down to your lips.

"Wha- You can't miss a whole week of classes, Hoon-ah," you exclaim, swatting his chest. He chuckles again, as if you'd said something funny.

"It's fine, jagiya. Half of my classes are cancelled anyway, and Jake's gonna send me notes later."

"Jake?! You know he doesn't take notes in class, Sunghoon," you sigh.

"Jay's gonna do it too, it's totally fine, baby. I'm starting to think you don't want me here," he pouts, and your eyes soften immediately, cupping his face gently as you peck the corner of his mouth, "Of course I want you here. Wish I could keep you here forever,"

"Wish I could stay forever," he mutters back, locking your lips in a kiss again, gentle yet passionate. You pull back a few moments later, locking eyes with him, and the look in his eyes makes you melt.

He looks at you like you're the only one worth looking at in the whole world; holding such love and affection in his eyes, it makes you tear up.

But you know, you have the same look in your eyes.

lemme know if you want a part two with smut 😈

[bamjjwi]

chewing on his arms like a dog with a squeaky toy…

[hoonsonenonly]

My Playlist #05.2 - Even though you ain't mine, I promise the way we fight Make me honestly feel like we just in love

𑣲⋆ Song Teaser - Y/n and Sunghoon finally stop being idiots in love and fuck it out like normal people. ⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ

pt1 | pt2

𝄞𑣲⋆ artists - sunghoon x fem! reader 𝄞𑣲⋆ content warnings - unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), oral (m & f. receiving), p in v, fingering, confession, jealousy, use of alcohol, softdom! Sunghoon, fingersucking, mutual pining and both of them are dumbasses, accidental love confession mid-sex, but it's okay, attempt at humour lol, lemme know if i missed any <3 𝄞𑣲⋆ title track - Boyfriend by Ariana Grande and Social House

Everything went back to normal after that night. At least to the outside world, but something had changed in your and Sunghoon's relationship, something had softened. He had softened, and so had you, without even realizing.

You don't argue as much before, even willingly spending time with each other sometimes. Sunghoon didn't seem to care that you'd shrugged off the events of that night, and even though it was your decision to do so, it still sent a pang of hurt to your chest.

You refused to accept your heartbreak, instead, you buried yourself in coursework and your assignments, keeping yourself occupied. Because everytime you looked at Park Sunghoon, all you could think about is what could've been.

The dorm was quiet tonight.

Just the soft hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of floorboards. You’d just gotten back from a late-night study session, your heels clicking softly against hardwood as you walked down the hall.

Sunghoon’s door was slightly ajar.

Light spilled out in a warm rectangle across the carpet. He wasn’t asleep yet, probably buried in one of his philosophy texts or sketching dumb little comics like he did when bored.

You hesitated for half a second before pushing it open fully without knocking.

He sat cross-legged on his bed, wearing oversized black sweats and that stupidly soft cream-colored crewneck. His glasses were perched low on his nose as he scribbled something furiously into a notebook.

Didn’t even look up at first.

"You're still awake?" you ask quietly, standing in the door way.

Sunghoon’s pen paused mid-sentence. He didn’t look up right away, just adjusted his glasses with one finger like that bought him time. Your voice still made his heart speed up, no matter how much time he spent convincing himself that his feelings weren't reciprocated.

Then finally, those dark eyes lifted.

No smirk. No sarcasm ready on his tongue like usual. Just… quiet observation. “Yeah,” he said simply, voice lower than normal from tiredness.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

"Oh, of course, because you're a vampire duh" you say with a grin, teasing lilt in your voice. Sunghoon blinked up at you, and for a moment you thought your joke had fallen flat on its face.

Then, slowly, a real smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. Not sarcastic. Not mocking. Just amused. Like you’d actually surprised him with that stupid joke.

“A vampire?” he repeated dryly, closing his notebook and setting it aside. He pushed his glasses up fully this time and tilted his head at you. You hate the way it made warmth bloom in your chest.

You stayed in the doorway like an idiot though instead of coming in or leaving properly.

The air between you two shifted again, lighter somehow, but still charged as always with whatever this unspoken thing was supposed to be called now.

"Were you not aware of my "Park Sunghoon is a vampire' agenda?" you add on, lips curling into a small smile.

Sunghoon’s eyes narrowed in dramatic offense. He sat up straighter, pulling one knee to his chest. “Agenda?” he repeated, voice climbing an octave, thought still hushed in the quiet of the house. “You’ve been running a campaign about me being a vampire and I didn’t know?!”

A beat.

Then suddenly, he grabbed the pillow from beside him and hurled it at you with zero warning. It hit your shoulder softly, making you gasp and gape at him, smile widening.

“Who else is involved?” he demanded, pointing an accusing finger. “Yunjin? Riki? That golden retriever Jake probably started it.”

His tone was so serious for such nonsense that it almost made you laugh out loud right there in the doorway. Your soft laughter echoes in his room, making his own lips twitch upwards involuntarily. .

"Everyone, Sunghoon. I'm gonna prove it one day, vamp. Just you wait." you say dramatically, pointing an accusatory finger at him. Sunghoon stared at you. Then, slowly, he stood up.

The dorm light cast long shadows behind him as he closed the distance between you two in three easy steps. You didn’t back away. You never did with him. You didn't know why. Maybe it was because you were hoping that, one of these times, he'd kiss you again, just like he had that night.

He stopped right in front of you. Close enough to see how dark and deep his eyes looked without those glasses. He leaned down slightly and whispered, “If I’m really a vampire… then why haven’t I bitten you yet?”

His breath ghosted over your ear, and a shiver went down your spine, eyes fluttering shut of their own accord. You inhale shakily, brain scrambling to come up with a clever response, eyes locking with his, "Because my blood is too sweet and you'll get addicted if you have a taste obviously" you state, giving him that 'are you stupid?' look.

Sunghoon didn’t flinch.

He just stared at you with that unreadable face, jawline sharp enough to cut glass, and for a second, you thought he might actually kiss you.

Instead?

He snorted.

A loud, undignified snort escaped him. Then it turned into a real laugh. Low and warm and rare as hell because Sunghoon never laughed like this around people. Not even Riki got this version of him often.

“You’re so full of shit,” he said between chuckles, shaking his head. The laugh rings out sweetly in your ears, making your heart beat faster, warmth spreading all throughout your body, a complete contrast to the chilly night.

"Get some sleep, Hoonie" you say softly, before turning around and walking back to your room, quietly shutting his door with a click behind you.

The second the door clicked shut, Sunghoon froze.

Hoonie?

That was… that was your name for him. The one you'd used that night. One he hadn't heard from you since then. No teasing tone. Just gentle and warm like honeyed milk.

He stood there in the middle of his room, glasses slightly fogged from his own breath, heart doing backflips in his chest, as it usually did when he dared talk to you.

The dorm fell silent again outside your closed door down the hall and Sunghoon finally got into bed, stared at the closed door for a solid five minutes before turning off his lamp.

A few weeks later, you're at a random party Yunjin was invited to, dressed in a sheer top that showed more skin than it covered, a black skirt and boots, silver jewellery glinting in the lights as you talk to some guy you'd just met, drink in hand as you take sips. The crowd pulsed with bass-heavy music, bodies swaying under flashing neon lights.

The dude's nice, funny to some extent, but you're really just getting bored with the conversation, having zoned out the minute he started talking about his antique chair collection. (Like seriously?! Out of all of the cool, unique hobbies you could've picked, you chose to start and antique chair collection like some 80-year-old man bored with retirement who's on his last lifeline)

You were this close to faking a sudden stomachache or claiming an urgent text from your mom when the guy finally trailed off about his “rare 18th-century chair.”, when you spot a tall figure approaching you from the corner of your eyes. Your eyes flicked up just as a shadow fell over you both.

Tall. Lean. Dressed in a simple grey t-shirt, revealing those stupidly defined forearms and biceps that didn’t deserve this much attention in public.

Sunghoon stood right beside you like he owned the air around him.

No greeting. No eye contact with Antique Chair Guy. Just showed up.

He glanced at your drink first, then at the guy’s sweaty forehead and his nervous smile before landing on you. You blink up at him, taking a sip of your drink to cover up the smile gracing your lips. The only reason you were still talking to Antique Chair Guy was him, and now he's here.

Sunghoon didn’t say anything.

He just reached out, plucked the drink from your hand, and took a slow sip of your cocktail without asking.

The guy blinked. “Uh… hey man.”

Sunghoon finally looked at him. Cold. Unimpressed. Like he was mentally calculating how fast he could ruin this dude’s night with one glare.

“You’re talking about chairs,” Sunghoon said flatly, not a question but a statement. The guy laughed awkwardly. “Yeah? I collect vintage furniture?”

A beat passed

Then Sunghoon turned to you completely and deadpanned, “Yeah, we’re leaving.”

Before the guy could even process what was happening, Sunghoon took your wrist.

Not rough. Not gentle either. Just firm in that way that made it clear that it isn’t a request.

He started walking, cutting through the crowd with effortless ease, his tall frame parting bodies like Moses and the Red Sea. The bass thumped behind you as you were tugged along without protest (because honestly? Thank god. Antique Chair Guy had been draining your soul).

Sunghoon didn't slow down until he reached the back door leading to an empty balcony overlooking campus

"What the hell, Sunghoon? I was talking to him!" you exclaim, freeing your wrist from him grip.

Sunghoon turned to face you the second the balcony door clicked shut behind you. The city lights stretched out below, soft and distant. The party’s noise muffled into a dull thump through glass.

And there he was, jaw tight, eyes dark under his messy bangs, that look on his face like he’d been holding something in for weeks and it finally snapped tonight.

“You were talking to him,” Sunghoon repeated flatly. Not mocking. Not sarcastic. Just… stating a fact with zero approval. He crossed his arms over his chest, the shirt stretching across those stupid shoulders of his

“The guy collects chairs.” Like that explained everything. You roll your eyes at him, "So? I was engaged in the conversation, plus he was so into me, it was a garunteed fuck, you dick" you swat his arm in annoyance.

The swat didn’t even make him flinch. But the words?

Oh, the words hit like a slap.

Sunghoon’s expression darkened instantly. His jaw clenched so hard you could see the muscle twitch under his pale skin.

For a second, he just stared at you. Like he was trying to process that not only were you okay with sleeping with some random chair-collecting guy, but you’d actually called it out loud like it was nothing

Then, in one swift move, he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you back against the balcony wall.

Not violently. But firmly enough that your breath caught and there wasn't an inch of space between his body and yours. Your back hit the cool glass of the balcony wall with a soft thud, your breath hitching as Sunghoon caged you in.

No words. Just his intense gaze, dark and stormy like he was fighting ten different battles inside that pretty head of his.

He didn’t kiss you. Didn’t yell. Just leaned down slowly, so close, that if you were to move even an inch, you're lips would be connected.

That when he finally spoke quietly voice low. A whisper laced with something dangerously close to jealousy, “You really wanna fuck some guy who talks about chairs for fun?”

His nose almost brushed yours. "Hey, don't judge his sex skills based on his interests, for all I know, he might be really good in bed," you shrug, pushing him back by the chest, the close proximity making your heart speed up, beating out of your chest now, heartbeat thundering in your ears.

Sunghoon stumbled back a single step.

Not because you pushed him hard. You didn’t even have that much force behind it.

But the reaction? The way his chest tightened, the flash of something raw and wounded in his eyes?

That wasn’t from your hands on him.

It was from what you said. From how casually you dismissed him like he meant nothing compared to some random guy with a collection of antique chairs.

For once, Sunghoon looked… rattled. His usual cool, smug armor cracked for half a second before he quickly rebuilt it.

Silence stretched between you two, not the usual fun kind of quiet with teasing tension. This was heavier. Awkward in a way that made your stomach twist.

Then suddenly, “You think I care?” he said coldly, voice flat like ice

He still wasn’t looking at you. “I don’t give a shit who you sleep with.”

Liar.

Every word dripped with jealousy masked as indifference. Frustration rises in your veins at his indifference, "Good, so I can go back and finish my conversation, and then hopefully have a great fuck?" you snap, crossing your hands over your chest.

His eyes locked onto yours, dark and burning with something fierce. The calm, collected Sunghoon was gone. In his place, a guy who looked ready to fight someone. Maybe throw a punch. Maybe kiss you senseless.

Before you could even turn the doorknob, he closed the distance in two long strides and grabbed your face. Firm as he crushed his lips against yours.

The kiss hit you like a lightning strike.

No warning. No soft buildup. Just Sunghoon claiming your mouth with zero hesitation, his lips hot and demanding against yours.

One hand gripped your jaw, tilting it slightly to deepen the kiss the other slid into your hair, fingers tangling in those perfectly curled strands

It wasn’t gentle. It was possessive. Furious almost , like he’d been holding this back for months and finally snapped because of Antique Chair Guy.

You kiss him back with equal fervour, hands sliding over his shoulder around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as you hum against his lips. Your heart is beating so loud you swear it'll fall out of your chest, warmth blooming in your chest and spreading all over your body.

The second you kissed him back, something in Sunghoon broke.

A low sound escaped his throat, half groan, half relief, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. His hands tightened everywhere they touched: your jaw, your hair, your waist as he pulled you flush against him.

No space. No air. Just the heat of two bodies finally colliding after months of stupid tension and stolen glances across shared hallways.

Sunghoon kissed you like he’d been starving, he has been starving, tired of imaging your lips on his again, replaying that night in his mind.

Every brush of his lips was hungry, desperate even, chasing yours as if making up for all the times he didn’t kiss you. All the eye rolls. The sarcastic comments.

Now? There was nothing but this, your fingers in his soft hair, his hands gripping your hips like they belonged there, the taste of your lip gloss mixed with whatever drink he stole from you earlier.

He finally broke the kiss to breathe, just an inch apart, foreheads nearly touching, both panting slightly.

"Thank god you kissed me, i would've cried if your dumbass made me go back in there and listen to him talk about his stupid chair collection for even another minute" you breathe out against his lips, a rough chuckle escaping you mouth.

He laughed.

A real, soft laugh. Not sarcastic. Not mocking. Just pure relief and affection breaking through that usually stoic face.

His thumb came up to swipe gently across your bottom lip, lip gloss smudged from the kiss, before his expression shifted again, warm but still intense.

Without another word, he kissed you once more softly this time, sweetly like a boy finally kissing the girl he's been pining after for months.

This kiss was different.

No urgency. No jealousy-fueled passion. Just slow, tender presses of lips that said everything words hadn’t in months.

Sunghoon kissed you like he liked you. Like he’d been liking you for a long time and had just been too scared to do anything about it. His hands cradled your face now, thumbs stroking your cheeks gently as his mouth moved softly against yours.

"Fuck, i missed this" you mutter against his lips, hands cupping his jaw as his lips hover above yours, breath heaving.

Sunghoon’s breath hitched.

Missed this?

The words echoed in his chest like a confession. "W-What?" he stuttered out, pulling back to look you in the eyes, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

You inhale shakily before saying quietly, "I remember that night, Hoonie....when you carried me home from the party, and then we kissed? in my bed? I remember it all."

Sunghoon froze. His eyes flickered with something raw, vulnerable, before flashing with hurt. "Y-You told me you forgot" he says quietly, and you sigh, guilt lacing your words as your thumb caresses his cheek, "I know, baby, but I was just so confused and scared that I panicked. I'm sorry. But I want this, Sunghoon. I want you. I didn't lie when I said I liked you that night baby, I meant every word. Been dreaming about you kissing you like this ever since," you ramble out an apology, eyes finally flicking up to meet his.

Sunghoon’s eyes softened in a way you’d never seen before. All that sharp-edged, sarcastic Sunghoon? Gone. Melted into something tender and painfully sincere

He cupped your face with both hands now, studying every inch of it like he was memorizing you

“You… dreamed about me?” he whispered, voice low and rough with emotion.

"That's what you choose to focus on?" you say with a chuckle, "Not the fact that I basically just confessed to you?"

Sunghoon blinked. Once. Twice. Then his lips twitched.

And then he smiled, a real, bright, stupidly handsome smile with his fangs on display, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Oh,” he said simply. Like it just clicked. He pulled you closer by your waist and pressed his forehead to yours again, still grinning like an idiot

“I thought you didn't feel the way I did,” he admitted softly. “All this time… I was convinced you'd never want me back"

Guilt flashes across your face again as you plant a soft kiss to his lips, "I'm sorry. It hurt me too, sweetheart."

Sunghoon brushes his lips against yours, gently, his voice laced with doubt as he asks, "Are you sure you want this?". Your heart breaks at the doubt in his voice, "More than anything else, Hoonie" you reply, pressing your lips to his, hoping it'll convey all the feelings your words couldn't.

And then he kissed you back. Slowly. Sweetly. Like he was making up for every second of confusion and every unsaid confession. He was kissing you like the world had finally righted itself and you couldn't help but do the same.

You kiss for what feels like hours, heaving for breath as you pull back. "Okay, now that we've gotten that out of the way, let's go home so you can rail me into the matress please"

Sunghoon’s eyes widened.

For a solid two seconds, he just stared at you, completely blindsided by your boldness

Then his cheeks flushed. Like, actually flushed. Pink crept up his neck and ears because even though he kissed you like that on the balcony, he was not emotionally prepared for this level of forwardness.

“You’re serious?” he whispered, voice suddenly an octave higher

But then the gears turned in that pretty head of his and just like that, his expression shifted from flustered to something far more dangerous; dark-eyed desire mixed with pure determination.

"I don't joke about sex, Sunghoon. Never." you say solemnly, bracing a hand on his chest.

Sunghoon didn’t even say goodbye. He just pulled you through the crowd, ignoring Yunjin's dramatic shouts and Riki’s quiet but loud enough “Took them long enough.”

The second you two stepped out into the cool night air, Sunghoon practically dragged you to his car, a sleek black sedan that looked too expensive for a college student.

He opened your door first, (because he's still a gentlemen, even if he is horny) then got in himself and started the engine with a low rumble

No music. No small talk.

Just him driving fast, like every second wasted was time he wasn't spending on something far more important.

"Yah! drive slowly or we won't even make it to our bedrooms!" you scold, hands gripping the seatbelt as he speeds through the streets.

Sunghoon glanced at you, lips twitching like he was fighting a smirk.

Then, with zero shame, he actually accelerated just a little, not enough to be dangerous but definitely pushing the speed limit.

“Relax,” he said coolly. “I drive better when I’m motivated.”

And oh, he was very motivated.

The city lights blurred past as his car zipped through quiet streets toward your dorm complex.

One hand on the wheel, the other occasionally reaching over to squeeze your thigh, even while driving fast, he couldn’t stop touching you now that he could again. "I've unleashed a beast, haven't I?" you sigh, side-eyeing him as his hand snakes further up your leg. Sunghoon’s fingers crept higher, slow and deliberate, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin of your thighs.

He didn’t look at you, kept his eyes on the road like a good boy.

But that smirk? That smirk was absolutely sinful

“Maybe,” he said smoothly, voice deeper than usual. “Or maybe I’ve been this way all along and you just never gave me a reason to show it.”

Then finally, as you turned onto your dorm street, he parked fast killed the engine and unbuckled in one swift motion.

Sunghoon turned toward you the second the car stopped.

No more teasing. No more slow touches. In one fluid motion, he leaned over, grabbed your face with both hands, and kissed you hard.

It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry, all pent-up months of pretending that he didn't want you, crashing into this moment. His lips moved against yours with a kind of intensity that made your stomach flip and when his tongue slipped past your lips?

You knew you'd be in for a long night.

You basically sprint upto your apartment, giggling against each other's lips as you slips out your shoes, stumbling into your room.

The second the door to your room clicked shut, Sunghoon had you pinned against it. No patience. No soft buildup.

He kissed you like he’d been waiting months for this (he has), hands everywhere, mouth hot and demanding on yours.

Your back pressed into the door as he kicked his shoes off blindly then stepped forward, backing you toward the bed without breaking contact, lips still locked, breaths mingling, and heartbeats wild.

Sunghoon finally pulled away just long enough to look at you, really look, under dim bedroom light.

His dark eyes scanned your face, the flush on your cheeks, the kiss-swollen lips, that look in your eyes that said you wanted this just as badly.

For a heartbeat, he just stared.

Then without warning, he scooped you up bridal style and carried you to the bed. He laid you down softly on top of the covers first… then hovered over you on his elbows eyes searching yours one last time like: This okay?

But his breathing was already uneven. You nod at him, and his hands are back on you in an instant, like keeping them away from you is a physical pain, roaming your waist, your back, your plush thighs as he kisses your lips, slowly going down to your jaw and neck.

Sunghoon kissed you like he was mapping every inch of your skin. First your lips then the soft curve of your jaw down to that sensitive spot just below your ear

He didn’t rush. Not anymore.

Every press of his mouth was slow, deliberate, a contrast to how frantic he’d been moments ago in the car

His hands wandered with quiet worship, one tracing circles on your waist through thin fabric and the other sliding up and down those plush thighs he’d noticed way too often during shared dorm life.

Sunghoon kissed the spot on your neck where your pulse thrummed wildly.

And god, it felt good to him, that rapid heartbeat, the warmth of your skin, how you shivered when his lips lingered. He smiled against you. Just slightly. A private moment of satisfaction. Then he did it again, a soft kiss right over your jugular followed by another lower and another.

Each one slower than the last more intentional. His hands slid under the hem of your sheer top.

"Park Sunghoon, I love you, but for the love of god will you please hurry up?" you urge him, resting back against your elbows as you look down at him impatiently.

Sunghoon froze. For a split second, his entire body locked up.

I love you.

You said it. Casual as breathing. Like it was obvious. Like he’d known all along and just didn’t realize until now

His eyes snapped to yours, wide, dark, shocked.

The romantic part of him short-circuited. The nervous part panicked slightly.

You eyes widen in shock as you realize what had just come out of your mouth, stuttering out an explanation "I-I mean j-just-"

Sunghoon didn’t let you finish.

Before the stuttering could spiral into full panic, he surged forward and kissed you, hard. Desperate.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were glassy.

Not crying. Sunghoon never cried.

But something in his gaze was soft and shimmering with emotion that even he couldn’t hide anymore.

He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing unsteady

Then quietly, so quietly it barely left a whisper, “I love you too.”

Three words. Simple. Overdue.

And they hit you like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Your smile widens, spreading across your face, making your eyes crinkle in the corners and your dimples pop out.

Sunghoon’s breath caught.

Your smile, that smile, hit him like a punch to the chest,

Dimples. Crinkled eyes. That pure, unfiltered joy lighting up your whole face because of him.

He stared at you like he’d just seen something sacred something beautiful beyond words

And then?

Without thinking, without hesitation, he kissed the corner of your mouth where that dimple sat then the other one.

Then pulled back just to look at you again. Your glowing face. Your happy eyes.

And in that moment?

Park Sunghoon fell even harder than before. Then, with a small sigh that sounded suspiciously fond, he leaned in again and kissed you once more, soft, lingering, before shifting closer.

One arm slid around your waist pulling you gently down onto the bed fully as he lowered himself over you without breaking contact.

"Park Sunghoon if you are not inside me in the next two minutes, I will never speak to you again" you warn, impatience growing by the second.

Without another word, he moved.

Fast. Sunghoon practically launched himself into action.

In one smooth motion, he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, revealing that toned, pale chest you’d only ever seen in passing when he changed shirts.

"Oh my god, you are so hot, what the fuck?" you mumble, more to yourself than to him, eyes roaming his toned chest and abdomen, tracing the muscles with your fingers, totally in awe.

Hearing you say that? Seeing your eyes wide with awe as your fingers traced every defined line of his abs?

It did something dangerous to his ego.

His hands slide under your sheer top, finally touching bare skin.

Warm. Soft. Perfect.

He traced the curve of your waist then up to your sides gentle at first, like he was memorizing every inch. But when you arched into his touch? That’s when the hunger flared.

His lips left yours only to trail down your jaw your neck lower… until he reached the delicate strap of that bra, fingers unhooking it in a single try.

"Fuck, that's hot. I thought you had no bitches," you mumble, heat spreading throughout your body as he pulls it off and tosses into the corner, chuckling softly at your mumbled words.

His lips followed right after, pressing a soft kiss to the newly exposed skin there. Then he did the same on the other side kissing, nipping gently watching you with those dark, intense eyes that were half-lidded with want. You gasp and shiver at each press of his lips to your skin, goosebumps rising where they met.

His eyes were locked on you. Pale skin. Soft curves. That pretty flush spreading across your chest and cheeks.

Sunghoon exhaled shakily, his breath warm against your bare chest

Then slowly, he leaned down and pressed a kiss right over your heartbeat. It was soft. Reverent. Like this moment meant something huge to him.

Another kiss. Lower. Over the swell of your breast, still gentle, still worshipping. It made you writhe under him, being looked at like this, touched like this made that warm feeling bloom in your chest, one that spread across your body with each tiny kiss placed on your skin.

He kept going.

Kissed lower. Then gently took one peaked nipple into his mouth laving it softly with warm tongue testing, teasing. His hand cupped the other breast carefully, rolling the other bud between his fingers.

"Oh god" you gasp out as his warm mouth wraps around your bud, sending sparks of pleasure down your spine. Sunghoon hummed against your skin at the sound of your gasp. That little vibration sent a jolt straight through you.

He doubled down.

Sucked gently on the nipple in his mouth rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger with just enough pressure then switched sides, replacing lips with warm tongue on one while teasingly pinching the other.

His free hand slid down your stomach fingers dipping under the waistband of your skirt teasing at the sensitive skin there.

Sunghoon’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your skirt, slowly pulling it down your hips. The fabric slid over smooth skin, and he watched every inch revealed with quiet intensity.

Once the skirt was past your thighs, he kissed a trail downward following the path of his hands, kissing each newly exposed area, your hipbone, then lower, his breath ghosted over where you really wanted him.

"Come on, Hoon-ah~" you whine, fingers sliding into his hair as you tug lightly.

Sunghoon let out a quiet, breathy sound at the tug in his hair.

That got him.

He lifted his gaze to yours , dark eyes full of heat and something tender beneath it. Then finally, he kissed lower.

Over your belly button then just above the lace edge of your panties. "So pretty, all for me." he says, words laced with such possession that it made heat settle in your stomach.

Without breaking eye contact, he pressed a slow kiss right where you were burning for him. You hum, satisfied as he presses a kiss right over your clothed heat, nails scraping his scalp lightly.

Sunghoon shivered at the feel of your nails grazing his scalp.

It was maddening in the best way, that tiny sting mixed with pleasure shooting straight down his spine. Encouraged by your hum, he kissed you again there this time a little longer a little bolder

Then, slowly, he hooked two fingers into the sides of your lace panties, and started to pull them down, his knuckles brushing soft skin.

The fabric came off completely and he tossed it aside without looking. Now you were fully bare beneath him, exposed, warm, and breathing faster with every passing second.

He took a moment to just look at you. All of you. Every perfect curve. Every flush of anticipation on your cheeks

Then, he lowered himself between your legs.

Just as he's about to lower his lips onto you, you cup his jaw, grip hard but not painful, tilting his head up to meet your eyes. He didn’t resist. Just looked at you, confused, questioning, a little dazed. His dark eyes searched yours, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed, and hair messy from your fingers.

Your lips curve into a smirk at the look of hunger in his eyes, thumb tracing his bottom lips before pushing past into the heat of his mouth, "So pretty".

Sunghoon’s breath hitched as your thumb slipped into his mouth. Warm. Soft. Yours.

He instinctively closed his lips around it, gently sucking on the pad of your thumb. His eyes stayed locked on yours, wide and hungry. Obedient

You were smirking at him like you owned him now.

And honestly? It sent a wave of heat straight to his core.

You press the pad of your thumb down onto his tongue, humming with satisfaction as his lips part in accordance. Sunghoon let you explore.

He didn’t pull away. Just let you use him, lips parted obediently, breathing slow through the nose.

And when you hummed? That low sound vibrated right into him, turning that quiet submission into something hotter.

It short-circuited his brain

Without warning, he grabbed your wrist gently, not to pull it away, but to guide it further in. His tongue curled around your thumb sucked deeper, wetter.

A silent plea. A confession, 'I want more'.

"More?" you ask with a grin, pulling the thumb out of his mouth.

Sunghoon nodded quickly. Too quickly. Like a puppy begging for treats

The second your thumb left his mouth, he chased it slightly with his lips, pouting without meaning to, making you chuckle softly above him.

But the look in his eyes? Pure hunger. All for you.

"Use your words, sweetheart," you purr, tone dropping lower, dripping with seduction, fingers tapping on his lower lip, just waiting to give him what he wants.

Sunghoon swallowed hard.

Your voice. That tone. The way you called him sweetheart like that?

It unraveled him completely

For a second, he just stared, lips slightly parted, breathing uneven. Then, in a voice so soft and rare it barely sounded like his,

"Want your fingers......”

He blinked at you, cheeks pink, eyes wide with nervous hope, waiting for permission.

"Good boy" you praise, pushing the digits into his mouth.

Sunghoon’s eyes fluttered shut the second your fingers slid back into his mouth

That praise hit him like a lightning bolt, warm, sweet, possessive.

He sucked eagerly on your fingers this time, more desperate, tongue swirling around each pad as if memorizing the taste of you.

A quiet sound escaped him, something between a sigh and a whimper. So unlike his usual cool demeanor.

He looked wrecked already.

Sunghoon kept sucking on your fingers, his eyes half-lidded and glassy with need. Each stroke of his tongue was slow, reverent, like worshiping you through touch alone.

A thin trail of saliva connected his lips to your skin when he finally pulled back slightly, just enough to breathe, but not enough to let go completely.

You slide your digits out of his mouth, before tugging him up by this hair. Sunghoon gasped softly as you tugged his hair. Not hard, just enough to claim him

His body obeyed instantly, rising with yours as the pull lifted his head and brought your faces closer

Lips hovered. Breath mingled.

Then, without waiting another second, you crashed your mouth onto his. Your lips moved against his with messy, desperate heat, tongues sliding together, teeth clashing slightly in the intensity.

Sunghoon’s breathing turned ragged his body pressed fully over yours now knees bracketing your hips. You pull away from him, chest heaving as you tap his cheek, "Back to work, sweetheart" you say with grin.

He melted all over

Without a word, he dropped his gaze downward then lowered himself slowly between your legs

This time? No hesitation. No teasing pause. Just soft, warm lips finally pressing where you’d been waiting.

You sigh in satisfaction as his lips finally press into your core, his rough hands braced on your plush thighs as he makes himself at home between your legs, eyes trained on your glistening core.

He took a deep breath, savoring the scent of you. And then, reverently, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss right where it mattered most.

Then he did it again and again building rhythm

Each kiss was warm, wet with his mouth not rushed or sloppy, but intentional, like he wanted to memorize every inch. And then, finally, his tongue flicked out.

A slow, experimental lick, long and flat from bottom to top

It was tentative at first, like he was testing the waters learning your taste your sensitivity. But the second he heard that soft gasp leave your lips? That quiet sigh of pleasure?

He did it again, bolder this time. Another slow lick then a swirl of his tongue right over your clit.

He watched your face the whole time, eyes dark, focused on every twitch of your expression. And when he saw how you bit your lip to stifle a moan?

He dove in.

Sunghoon kissed, licked, and sucked with quiet devotion. Soft laps of his tongue, gentle swirls around your clit, then delicate nips followed by soothing kisses.

You let out a loud moan as his lips close around your clit, sucking and kissing each and every sensitive part of your cunt with such precision, as if he'd already known what would make you fall apart for him.

And god, did you fall apart.

Your moans and whines filled the room, echoing off the walls along with the slick noises of Sunghoon practically devouring your cunt, buried between your thighs as they squeeze around his head with each spasm.

He loved this. Loved how responsive you were. How your hands tangled in his hair, not pushing him away, but holding him closer.

So he doubled down. Sucked harder on that sweet spot, added gentle teeth for contrast, then soothed with warm tongue swirls. All while letting out low hums against you.

You cry out louder when he slides two fingers into you without warning, curling them just right to make you bow off the bed.

That reaction? Priceless.

He smirked against you, a smug expression hidden between your thighs.

He kept moving, fingers pumping deep and steady, curling on every inward thrust to hit that sweet spot over and over again. His thumb joined in too, rubbing small circles on your clit while his mouth kissed and sucked around it.

Your back arched off the bed, toes curling into the sheets

Every nerve in your body lit up, overwhelmed by sensation. His fingers perfectly angled inside you. His thumb teasing circles on your clit and his mouth still kissing and sucking with relentless focus.

Sunghoon was everywhere at once.

And he didn’t let up. Not for a second.

"F-fuck, Hoonie ngh so good"

Sunghoon’s heart skipped at the sound of his name on your lips like that. Mangled, breathless, drenched in pleasure. It sent a thrill straight through him.

"S-so close baby, fuck mhmmm" you breathe out, fingers tightening in his hair.

Sunghoon felt the tension in your body, coiled tight, on the edge. So he didn’t hesitate.

Fingers curled deeper. Thumb pressed firmer. Mouth sucked harder right over your clit.

All at once, a blur of sensations designed to push you over.

"Oh g-god, mhmm fuck gonna cum"

Those two words sent fire through his veins. Every nerve in your body was screaming every muscle tensing your thighs trembling around him. The coil in your stomach finally snaps as you cry out, releasing over his fingers.

Sunghoon felt it the second you came. Your body clenched around his fingers, tight, pulsing waves of pleasure

He didn’t stop. Not even for a breath.

Kept curling those fingers gently through your orgasm, kept sucking softly on your clit to draw out every last spasm. His face stayed buried between your thighs, lips warm against sensitive skin.

Sunghoon waited until your breathing evened out, until the trembles in your thighs subsided. Only then did he slowly pull his fingers out and press a soft, lingering kiss to the inside of your thigh.

He didn’t say anything. Just wiped his hand on the edge of the blanket quietly

Then finally lifted himself up on one elbow beside you, watching as you lay there, dazed, blissful, slightly sweaty

His expression? Gentle. Tender. Proud.

Your chest heaves, eyes fluttering shut as you catch your breath after that intense orgasm, "Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?"

A smile spread across his face, soft and bashful. He shrugged one shoulder, still lying on his side beside you. "Fuck, I'm sorry I said you got no bitches" you say with a grin as he snorts, weirdly flattered.

"I am so going to take advantage of that by the way. Gonna keep you buried between my legs forever" you say with a smile, pressing a kiss to his lips, then his cheek, his nose, his jaw and down his neck.

Each kiss sent little sparks through his body, especially when your lips trailed down to his neck. He tilted his head slightly to give you better access a quiet, pleased sigh escaping him.

A shiver ran through him at your threat. He liked the sound of that way too much.

You hands trail down his chest, fingers tracing lines on his abdomen as you kiss and nip as his porcelain skin, leaving small red bites you know will turn purple tomorrow, identical to the ones blooming on your skin.

Sunghoon sucked in a sharp breath as your teeth grazed his neck. You were marking him. And damn, it felt good, the sting of each little nip, the heat blooming where your lips pressed.

He stayed perfectly still beneath you only his chest rising faster with every kiss and bite lower down.

When you reached that sensitive spot just above his collarbone? A soft "ah" slipped out. Unfiltered. Uncontrolled.

You smile against his skin, pressing kisses onto his stomach, hand hovering close to the bulge in his pants.

Sunghoon’s abs tensed the second your lips reached his stomach. Every kiss was a brand. Every touch sent electricity straight to the growing bulge in his pants.

He bit his lip hard when your hand hovered there, close, but not touching yet. His breath came faster now chest rising and falling visibly hands clenched slightly at the sheets beside him.

"Use your words, sweetheart. Come on" you urge, lips curving into a smirk.

Sunghoon swallowed hard. His throat was dry. His heart pounded.

He hated begging. Hated being vulnerable like this.

But you were looking at him with that expectant, teasing gaze, and he wanted this too badly to stay quiet.

So, in a voice softer than anyone had ever heard from him:

"...Touch me."

A pause. Then, even quieter, "Please."

"Good job, baby" you coo, finally rubbing over the bulge as you press kisses onto his hip. Sunghoon jolted the second your hand rubbed over him. He let out a shaky breath, hips twitching upward slightly on instinct, chasing more contact.

All he knew was that you were finally touching him, and it felt amazing. His fingers curled into the sheets again, jaw clenched to keep from making any noises.

Sunghoon’s breath came in short, quiet bursts.

Every rub of your hand sent a jolt through him, warm, heavy pleasure building low in his stomach. When you kissed the dip of his hipbone, a tiny whimper escaped before he could stop it, but he was too far gone to care.

You finally pop open the button on his jeans, sliding them down his hips, along with his boxers, to pool near his ankles.

When the length of him finally springs out, you almost gasp out of shock at how big he is.

"Fuck, I always knew you were hung, but not this hung" you mumble.

Sunghoon’s face burned red, cock twitching under your gaze. "Where has this been all my life, dude?" you mumble, wrapping your hand around the base, tongue flicking out to lick at the head.

Sunghoon jolted. A sharp, involuntary gasp ripped from his throat the second your tongue touched him.

Holy shit.

That tiny lick sent lightning up his spine. "So sensitive" you coo at him softly. He finally looked down at you, eyes wide, lips parted, and cheeks burning redder than ever.

Every nerve in his body was on high alert as your tongue traced the tip again. Then, finally, you wrapped your hand around him properly. Warm. Firm. And started to move.

He bit his lip hard, hips twitching upward slightly on instinct. You wrap your lips around the head, tonguing at his slit as the salty taste of his pre-cum fills your mouth.

Sunghoon whimpers the second your warm mouth took him in. He almost came right then, his back arching slightly off the bed, fingers finally twisting into your hair.

It was too much. Too good.

He stayed quiet as long as he could, but when you sucked gently on the head while swirling your tongue, a broken little moan slipped out, "Ah…" and then another, louder, "F-fuck".

You take him deeper, the head hitting the back of your throat and Sunghoon’s entire body locks up.

His breath stopped. Eyes flew wide open. Fingers clenched tighter in your hair

Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

You took him all the way, deep, smooth, no gagging, and his cock hit the back of your throat. It was overwhelming. Too intense. Too perfect.

A strangled groan tore from his chest as tears prickled at the corners of his eyes. He hadn’t been touched like this before, not even close. You take him deeper into your throat, thanks to your non-existent gag reflex, swallowing around him, and Sunghoon sees stars.

His vision actually blurs for a second. The sensation of you swallowing around him, that tight, warm pressure pulsing down his length is unbearable. In the best way possible

A high-pitched whine escaped his throat, something between a gasp and moan. Completely involuntary

He was trembling now, hips twitching with the desperate urge to thrust. He didn’t want to be rough with you… but god, it felt amazing. You hum around his length, signalling that he could move, thrust up into your mouth.

The hum vibrated around him, encouraging, perfect. And that was all the permission he needed.

With a shaky breath, he lifted his hips again. He thrust up into your mouth. Slowly at first, just a small roll of his hips to test it

But when you didn’t pull away, a low groan rumbled from deep in his chest. Sunghoon started moving.

Not fast. Not rough. But with slow, careful thrusts of his hips. Each one gentle, pushing deeper into the wet heat of your mouth while keeping an eye on you.

Every hum, every swallow? It drove him wild He was losing control bit by bit. Sunghoon’s thrusts grew slightly bolder. Each upward roll of his hips became a little more confident, a little deeper, still slow, still careful, but with growing hunger.

His breathing was ragged now chest rising and falling fast lips parted in pleasure And then, without meaning to, a quiet, breathy moan slipped out, "Ah… Y-y/n- ah..."

Your name. Soft. Desperate. You pull off him for air, still pumping him steadily in your hand, voice hoarse as you ask, "Feel good baby?"

He nodded quickly, then, in a voice still shaky and breathless, "Y-yeah… so good…" It came out quiet, almost shy. Like he couldn’t believe this was real.

You smile, planting a kiss to his tip softly, before taking him back into your mouth, all the way down your throat in one go, humming around him in content.

Sunghoon’s back arched hard the second you took him all the way again. That kiss to his tip was So soft. So sweet. And then, bam!, you swallowed him whole, humming around him like it was nothing.

He whimpered loudly this time. No holding back anymore. His hips lifted on instinct, chasing your mouth as he started thrusting shallowly into your throat.

Sunghoon’s entire body tensed

Close. So, so close.

Every nerve was on fire. Your tongue. Your throat. The way you were taking him so perfectly. He could feel it building, that coil in his stomach tightening fast. Sunghoon’s breathing turned uneven, shallow.

He was so close. Right on the edge.

Each suck, each swirl of your tongue pushed him closer.

Sunghoon’s breath hitched.

One more second. One more perfect suck.

And then it happened.

A sharp, quiet cry escaped him as he came hard down your throat, pulsing waves of heat with each throb. His body locked up completely eyes squeezing shut lips parted in a silent gasp.

Completely undone. Falling apart in the best way possible.

You moan around his length as he releases in your mouth, waves of his come painting the inside of your mouth white. You pull off him with a pop, his come still in your mouth.

Sunghoon collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent. His chest heaved heart pounding like it had run a marathon.

And when you finally pulled off with that soft pop,h e slowly turned his head to look at you. Only now noticing how his release was still in your mouth. On your lips.

Something about seeing that made his stomach flip all over again.

You lock eyes with him, lips curling into a smirk as you swallow his load, licking the excess off your lips.

Sunghoon watched, mesmerized. Every movement of your lips, the way you swallowed, then licked the corner of your mouth clean like it was nothing?

It sent a jolt through him. Hot. Intimate.

He didn’t say anything. Just stared with wide eyes, still catching his breath. Sunghoon’s thumb lingered on your lip.

Still warm. Still slightly wet.

Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed you, soft, slow, deep. Tasting himself on your mouth. Not gross. Not weird.

Just… them. Now mixed together.

"Hoonie, need you inside me right now." you breathe out against his lips, already sliding into his lap, legs braced on either side of his waist. His length is pressed up right along your core, cockhead inches away from pushing into you.

Sunghoon shivered. The heat between you was maddening, his bare cock pressed right against your core, throbbing with need.

He broke the kiss to breathe, forehead resting on yours both of you panting softly. One hand slid down to grip your ass firmly lifting it slightly.

And then, with slow, careful movement, he started guiding himself into position. You groan as he pushes in slowly, the burn of the stretch sending tingles of pleasure down your spine.

Sunghoon felt everything. The tight heat around him. The slow, exquisite stretch as he slid deeper. Your groan vibrating against his lips.

It was overwhelming in the best way, so much sensation at once. He took it slow, inch by inch, jaw clenched to keep from thrusting too fast.

But damn, you felt amazing. Every little clench of your walls made his breath hitch. You gasp as he pushes in fully, the head of his cock perfectly hitting that bundle of nerves.

Sunghoon froze the second he was fully inside.

Because holy shit, you felt heavenly around him. The moment his tip brushed that sweet bundle of nerves, you gasped, and the sound is like music to his ears.

His eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by how good it felt. He didn’t move yet. Just breathed through it, letting you adjust, savoring being buried deep in you. But his hips twitched on their own, wanting to move.

"M-move, Hoonie please," you gasp out, your own hips moving on top of him, relishing that delicious burn along your walls.

He snapped at your sweet plea, hands tightened on your hips and with a quiet groan, he lifted you slightly. Then slowly lowered you back down as he thrust up at the same time.

A deep, perfect connection, his cock sliding in and out of that sweet spot. Each upward thrust synced perfectly with your downwards movement, creating a smooth, rocking motion.

The friction was perfect, that sweet spot getting hit on every entry. Your tight heat wrapped around him like nothing else existed. He watched your face the whole time, your parted lips. Your fluttering lashes. The pleasure in your expression.

"F-fuck fuck fuck, right there ngh" you moan out, hands braced on his chest as he thrusts up into you, pace picking up as the sound of skin against skin echoes in the room, along with your sweet, high-pitched moans, and his whimpers and low groans.

He was losing control now, hips rising stronger with each thrust, chasing that perfect spot over and over. Every time he hit it? You clenched around him, tighter than before, the pleasure on his face replaced by pure ecstasy.

Suddenly, he's pulling out. One second you were on top, the next, flipped onto your back, mattress dipping under his weight.

He didn’t ask. Didn’t warn. Just claimed, thrusting back into you hard and deep from above. That sudden shift in angle hit even deeper, your eyes rolled back as a sharp cry escaped you.

He started moving again, deeper, stronger thrusts now, driven by raw need and that primal urge to claim. Each snap of his hips was precise. Powerful, hitting that spot with brutal accuracy.

And every time he bottomed out, your back arched off the bed. Your moans are loud and constant, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every thrust of his that hits that bundle of nerves spot on.

"S-so good oh my g-god," you stutter out in between moans, each broken word sent a surge of pride through him. He changed the angle just a little, tilting his hips to hit even deeper. When you whimpered at the new sensation, a smug, breathless smile tugged at his lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck s-so close hoonie" you blurt out, body bowing off the bed, nails scraping down his back hard enough to leave marks, making Sunghoon hiss, not from pain but from pleasure.

The sting mixed perfectly with the heat of the moment, sending electric jolts through him. He pulls back from hovering above you, hands braced on your plush thighs, digging into the flesh hard enough for you to know it'll bruise tomorrow, thrusting into you at a pornographic rate.

Sunghoon was gone, completely lost in rhythm. No finesse. No slow build. Just raw, animalistic thrusts, fast, deep, and relentless like something out of a fantasy.

"G-gonna cum o-oh god," you mutter, mind completely blank, hazy with pleasure, barely coherent enough to string together words. He thrusts harder, faster, determined to push you over with every brutal snap of his hips.

"W-want you to cum with me h-hoonie" you mumble, locking eyes with him above you. He nodded once, and then he kissed you hard as his hips kept pounding. You kiss him back to the best of your ability, moaning and whimpering into his mouth as he pushes you closer to the edge, nails digging into his biceps.

Sunghoon felt every moan, every whimper vibrate through the kiss, hips slamming faster, deeper, pushing to the edge. Another perfect angled thrust into your wet heat and you're tumbling over the edge with a cry, thighs shaking as you orgasm, clenching around him.

Sunghoon felt it the second you came, your body clenched around him, tight, pulsing waves of pleasure squeezing his cock perfectly. And as he watched you shake beneath him, face twisted in ecstasy, he finally let go too.

Sunghoon came hard. A low, guttural groan ripped from his chest as he spilled inside you, hot waves of release crashing over him. He stayed buried to the hilt, riding out the intense orgasm while your walls still pulsed around him.

You're still shaking as he thrusts into you slowly, warmth filling your cunt as he comes inside you with a groan, painting your insides white. Each slow, lazy thrust was more about savoring than function, his hips moving on autopilot as he filled you completely.

His forehead dropped to yours, both of you still panting heavily, skin sticky with sweat hearts pounding in sync. Sunghoon stayed like that, forehead pressed to yours, breathing you in. The world had narrowed down to just this, your warmth. Your scent. The quiet intimacy after something so intense.

He didn’t pull out yet. Just held you close, one arm wrapping around your back while the other gently stroked your hair. "That"....you start quietly, lips curling into a smile, "was fucking awesome. We should do that every single day forever".

Sunghoon’s heart melted. He looked at you, your sleepy, blissed-out smile, the way your eyes sparkled with contentment, a genuine smile spread across his face. Happy.

Without a word, he kissed you, soft and sweet this time. Not hungry or frantic… just loving Then pulled back and whispered: "Yeah… let's."

"Yes, score!" you cheer quietly, grinning. Sunghoon chuckled, endeared by you. It was weirdly adorable. He kissed your nose this time, quick and playful, then tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Sunghoon shifted slightly, finally pulling out with gentle care. "No" you whine, clamping down around him, "Don't want you to pull out," you say with a pout. He blinked at you, half surprised, half hopelessly endeared.

A soft sigh escaped him, not annoyed, not even slightly. Just… how do I say no to this face? So instead of pulling out completely, he just slowed down, and settled beside you on the bed.

He pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder, soft, sleepy pecks, resting his chin on top of your head, breathing in your shampoo, something sweet and familiar. "So," you start again, fingers tracing the veins on the arm wrapped around your waist, "Are we like a thing now or..." you trail off awkwardly.

Without even thinking, he kissed the top of your head and said, "Yeah. We're a thing." Simple. Direct. No hesitation in his voice, just quiet certainty. You let out a sigh of relief, "Thank god, or we were going to have an extremely awkward conversation"

Sunghoon chuckles against your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you shift closer to him. "Fuck yes, I finally have a smoking hot boyfriend, take that Sim Jaeyun" you cheer quietly to yourself as he pulls back, his face nuzzling into your neck from the back.

Without saying anything, Sunghoon pressed a soft kiss right below your ear, marking what was now undeniably his, still smiling.

Still warm.

Just happy.

With you.

The both of you still argue, over couch space, toothpaste and now date nights, but now you can kiss the other to shut them up and have amazing make-up sex after a fight.

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My Playlist #05.1 - Even though you ain't mine, I promise the way we fight Make me honestly feel like we just in love

𑣲⋆ Song Teaser - Y/n and Sunghoon hate each other. That's what Y/n thinks anyway, but one drunken night changes everything. ⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ

pt1 | pt2

𝄞𑣲⋆ artists - sunghoon x fem! reader 𝄞𑣲⋆ content warnings - idk what warnings to put lmao, no smut only plot??, smut is in the next chapter hehe, enemies to lovers, sunghoon is kinda down bad already, drunk kisses, drunk confessions, sunghoon is a good guy, both of them are dumbasses smh, lwk angst, attempt at humour pt1 𝄞𑣲⋆ title track - Boyfriend by Ariana Grande and Social House

You were supposed to room with Yunjin. Only Yunjin at first, but thanks to a housing glitch and the universe's weird sense of humour, you're now sharing a dorm with not one, not two, but three men.

Nishimura Riki, a quiet third-year student from Japan, you're favourite of the bunch, after Yunjin of course. Sim Jaeyun, the human-form of a golden retriever, fourth-year student like you. And Park Sunghoon, the personification of the words 'annoying' and 'smug', and your worst enemy since you laid eyes on him.

Sunghoon, who wore black clothes like he was allergic to colour, looked like he walked straight out of a K-drama, or a skincare ad with his porcelain skin and irritatingly good looks. If he weren't your enemy, you'd be swooning over him, but you're not. Because you hate him. Obviously.

Your first interaction was enough to tick you off. You'd been friends with Riki and Jaeyun, so you'd met him before on campus. You'd been attracted to him at first, but then he opened his mouth, and all that attraction went straight out the window.

The day he moved in, you were the one who opened the door. He simply blinked down at you, a bored expression on his face as he said in that tired tone of his, "Oh. It's you."

You raised an eyebrow at the lack of a warm greeting, "Oh, I'm sorry, were you expecting someone uglier?" He merely smirked at you, that infuriating tug of his lips, and you turned back around, slamming the door in his face as you walked back to the door.

You knew you were pretty. The kind of pretty that makes people look twice on the street, supple body and honey-toned skin, always dressing like you're getting ready for fashion week, even when you're just going to Music comp.

You're not skittish. You're not fake. You're just confident.

And Sunghoon is allergic to confident girls who know what effect they have on people, and aren't afraid to use it to their advantage. Which is what makes things fun when the tension starts.

"Do you always look this smug?" he asks, scowl on his face. "Only when I'm right. So, basically all the time," you say with a grin, and he groans and walks away, shaking his head.

"Are you ever normally dressed?" he starts one morning, eyes raking over your long-blue ruffle skirt, white tube top, and a shit-ton of jewellery stacked on top of each other. You turn to him with a grin, taking a sip of your coffee, "Is that your roundabout way of telling me I look good?" He scoffs, aggressively cutting the piece of toast on his plate, "You wish."

The fights are frequent. It starts out small, petty arguments over nothing and everything. Over toothpaste. Over couch space. Over who left the speaker on all night. He says you’re too loud with that scowl on his face, and you say he blinked weirdly and ruined your whole morning. It’s ridiculously petty.

You fucking live for it.

But sometimes, when the moons align in the perfect order, the tension cracks. He wordlessly offers you his jacket when you walk back from class, freezing in your sleeveless top. You quietly cover him with a blanket when he falls asleep at his desk, notes scattered around, pen still gripped in his hand.

He doesn't thank you, and you never bring it up. Things remain in their weird, hate-fueled equilibrium.

Until one night, when the tension cracks wider than normal, someone leans too close at a party. You try to brush it off, but he doesn't budge, until Sunghoon steps in.

"She’s not interested.”

“Why do you care?”

Sunghoon meets your eyes. “I don’t," but his jaw clenches like he does.

You aren't dating. You're not even friends.

You’re just the girl who turns heads without trying. He’s the boy who pretends not to notice. Your dorm is a war zone of side-eyes, petty arguments, and tension thick enough to cut with a nail file.

No one knows what’s happening between you two. You're not even sure you do.

You wake up the next morning to your head throbbing, still dressed in last night's outfit, smelling of cheap cologne and alcohol, an unruly mix of scents for the first thing in the morning.

You groan, getting out of bed and stripping off last night's clothes, and changing into only an oversized t-shirt, nothing underneath. It was pretty early on a Sunday morning, and you knew no one would be awake yet, so you ventured out into the kitchen.

The kitchen is quiet, bathed in soft morning light filtering through the blinds. The fridge hums softly.

You pad across the cold tile barefoot, your oversized tee hanging off one shoulder, hair a messy curtain of sleep. You swing open the fridge with zero grace.

Empty water bottle. Half-eaten container of kimchi fried rice (Riki’s). A single egg.

You crack it into a pan. Your head feels like it got used as soccer practice by Riki's team tryouts. The sizzle fills the silence just as you hear footsteps down the hall.

Sunghoon appears, hair slightly messy from sleep, wearing those stupidly soft-looking sweatpants and a black crewneck with tiny white stripes. He blinks at you.

You’re in nothing but an oversized tee, bare legs on display, pan smoking behind you.

His eyes flicker down to your legs for half a second. Then back up to your face. Neutral expression. Always neutral with him unless he's being petty or smug or both. Without saying anything, Sunghoon walks straight past you toward the coffee maker.

"Why are you up so early?" you grumble, flipping the egg in the pan.

Sunghoon doesn’t answer right away. Just fills the coffee pot with water, measured and precise like he’s defusing a bomb.

The machine gurgles to life.

Only then does he glance at you over his shoulder, dark eyes sleepy but sharp. “Studying,” he says flatly. Like that explains everything.

Which it kind of does. Sunghoon wakes up at ungodly hours every weekend to cram for exams while everyone else sleeps off their party regrets (normal people like you). He grabs a mug from the cabinet and pours black coffee into it without sugar or cream or anything remotely human-like about his taste in beverages.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you're a masochist," you say with a grin, turning off the stove.

Sunghoon pauses mid-sip, coffee cup hovering near his lips.

He slowly lowers it. Turns to face you fully. “I’m not a masochist,” he says, voice low and even. “I just don’t like sweet things.”

You snort, sliding the slightly overcooked egg onto a plate and plopping down at the kitchen table. “Uh-huh,” you say through a mouthful of dry egg. “So studying at 7 AM is your idea of fun? What are they teaching you in med school? Self-flagellation?”

He leans against the counter across from you, arms crossed over that stupidly broad chest of his (why does someone so annoying have such good shoulders? It's unfair, honestly).

Sunghoon exhales through his nose. Not quite a laugh. Never a full one with you. “You’re loud for someone who was passed out in her room ten minutes ago,” he mutters, taking another slow sip of his black coffee.

You scowl at him before stepping out from behind the stove and making your way to the fridge, eyes searching for that one sandwich you'd left for yourself yesterday, bending down at the waist to search the lower compartments.

Sunghoon's seated right behind, sipping on his coffee. The fridge light casts a soft glow on your bent form, the oversized tee riding up slightly as you rummage through the bottom drawer.

Sunghoon’s gaze drops.

Not on purpose. Or maybe it is. He doesn’t look away fast enough.

Your legs are long and smooth, bare from thighs down to ankles, where your ridiculous fuzzy socks dangle halfway off one foot. The fabric of the shirt pulls taut across your hips as you lean in further.

He takes another sip of coffee. Slowly. Like he needs something to do with his hands so he won't… do anything else. A clatter from inside the fridge as you yank out a Tupperware container triumphantly. There it is: yesterday's turkey sandwich with pickles and mayo exactly how you like it.

You rummage through the fridge for a few more seconds, bending down even more, the hem of your shirt riding up your thighs.

Sunghoon’s coffee cup stops halfway to his lips.

The steam from the hot drink fogs slightly in front of his face, but it does nothing to blur what he's seeing.

Your shirt rides up. Higher. Higher. Now it’s just barely covering the curve of your ass, that soft dip where thigh meets backside, and suddenly the kitchen feels ten degrees hotter.

He swallows hard. Not because of thirst. His eyes stay fixed on you for half a heartbeat too long before he forces them upward again, like nothing happened. You finally pull out an unopened yogurt cup and close the fridge door with your hip.

You walk over back to the stove, the thin white fabric clings to you in the soft morning light, and oh.

Oh no.

Sunghoon’s breath hitches again. His fingers tighten around his coffee mug. You’re not even trying. You never do. And that’s the problem.

Every step makes your chest move under the shirt, every slight shift of your shoulders sends a ripple through the fabric. No bra means nothing holding anything back from being… visible. Very visible.

He stares for a solid two seconds before his brain finally screams: fucking look away!

So he does. Or tries to. But then you turn slightly toward him as you set down your sandwich on the counter, and there it is again: the gentle swell of cleavage with each shallow breath.

His jaw ticks.

Sunghoon abruptly stands.

Too fast. Coffee sloshes over the rim of his mug, hot droplets landing on the counter.

He doesn’t flinch. Just grabs a dish towel and starts wiping it with aggressive focus. Anything to avoid looking at you. Especially at you right now in that damn shirt with your hair messy and sleepy face and everything else on display by accident (or is it?).

You just… eat your sandwich, blissfully unaware of how much chaos one girl can cause in pajamas before breakfast.

"Are you stupider in the morning, Sunghoon-ah?" you ask with a chuckle as you watch him frantically dab at the spilled coffee on the counter.

Sunghoon’s head snaps up at the way you say his name. Light, teasing, with that little lilt on the end like he's a misbehaving puppy.

His eyes narrow instantly in offended pride.

“I’m not stupid,” he says through gritted teeth, still scrubbing the counter like his life depends on it. “I just… spilled coffee.”

“Uh-huh,” you hum between bites of sandwich, kicking one bare foot lazily against the cabinet door. “You’re always weird in the morning.”

He finally drops the towel and turns to fully face you now, arms crossed again, chin slightly lifted in that haughty Park Sunghoon way.

“And you,” he fires back coolly, “are loud and annoying first thing.”

"I thought I was always loud and annoying to you?" you tease, lips tugging upward as you shovel a spoon of yogurt into your mouth, some of it dripping down your lips, before you lap it up.

Sunghoon’s eyes lock onto your mouth.

Not on purpose. Definitely not on purpose.

The yogurt drips down the corner of your lip, and you lick it off slowly. Like this isn’t killing him quietly inside.

His throat bobs once. A tiny swallow. But his face stays perfectly still. You smile around another spoonful of yogurt, teasing him with just existing in that stupidly cute way that makes people want to either strangle or kiss you (he hasn't decided which yet).

“Yeah,” he mutters after a beat too long, “you’re always loud and annoying.” But there's no heat behind it now. Just… something else beneath his usual cool tone. He clears his throat, grabs an apple from the fruit bowl, and takes a sharp bite, like chewing will fix everything about this morning so far.

The silence stretches again, but it’s different now. Thinner. Fragile. Like a bubble that might pop if either of you move too fast.

You keep eating your yogurt quietly, legs curled under you in the chair. He stands by the counter, biting into his apple like he's punishing fruit for existing.

His gaze flicks to you every few seconds. Not obvious ones. Just quick glances when he thinks you're not looking: your face, your hands, the way your hair falls over one shoulder…

Then back to his breakfast.

Suddenly, a loud thump from down the hall. Both of your heads turn toward Yunjin’s room door as it swings open dramatically. "Yunjin! My queen, good morrow to you," you say in a dramatic British accent, bowing to him as she scowls at you, making you giggle.

Yunjin stomps into the kitchen like a woman on a mission, in her silk pajamas and her hair in a halfway destroyed bun. Her eyes land on you first, your dramatic bow still halfway completed.

“Ugh,” she says flatly, voice thick with morning judgment. “You’re loud.” Sunghoon exhales through his nose again. Almost a laugh. But he covers it with another bite of the apple.

She finally looks at him, eyes narrowing slightly. “You two are… weird,” she declares after sipping her coffee.

"We haven't even said anything, dude," you exclaim, shovelling another bite of yogurt into your mouth, groaning when some of it drips onto your fingers. Without a thought, you lift the finger up to your mouth, sucking it clean. Sunghoon's eyes lock onto your mouth the second you bring your finger to it, that slow, careless lick of yogurt from your fingertip.

It’s not sexy. Not really, but fuck, does it send a jolt through his entire body. He swallows hard. Too fast. Almost chokes on his apple.

Sunghoon abruptly stands again. He's doing that weird thing where he moves like a startled cat whenever something emotionally inconvenient happens.

This time, he grabs his coffee mug and dumps the rest in the sink with more force than necessary. The ceramic clinks loudly against metal.

Mirae watches him, unimpressed. "Dude," she says flatly. "It's 7:45 AM."

He doesn't answer. Just rinses his mug under hot water, avoiding eye contact with both of you now, face slightly pink at the tips of his ears.

You finally finish your yogurt and toss the empty cup into recycling, cheering like you'd just won an NBA game when it lands in the bin accurately, saying something about being the next Lebron James, as Yunjin rolls her eyes at your antics, stealing the last piece of your sandwich.

"I'm gonna go sleep for another four hours," you announce, sauntering off into your room when Riki walks down the hall, half-asleep still, rubbing at his eyes, pout on his lips. "Good morning, aegi," you say. Riki blinks slowly, still half-asleep, as you plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

He mumbles something incoherent that might’ve been “morning” or possibly “I love you” (hard to tell, so you assume it was the latter, because of course he loves you), and leans into your touch like a sleepy puppy.

Sunghoon watches the entire interaction from the kitchen doorway where he’s lingering now with damp hands and an expressionless face.

But internally? he's screaming. Riki yawns dramatically, then shuffles toward the fridge, still in his oversized graphic tee and pajama pants covered in little frogs.

You wake up exactly four hours later, walking out of your room at 12:45, hair up in a bun as you walk into the living room.

The living room is bathed in golden afternoon light filtering through the sheer curtains.

You pad out barefoot, hair swept up into a messy bun with a few silky strands escaping around your face. Riki is sprawled on the couch, legs dangling over one armrest, still in his frog pajamas. He’s watching some drama on mute with closed captions scrolling rapidly across the screen.

Yunjin is sitting cross-legged on the floor beside him, flipping through law textbooks, a half-empty iced coffee beside her.

No sign of Sunghoon.

Riki sits up slightly, propping himself on his elbows. "Hey," he says softly, voice still a little groggy. Yunjin doesn’t say anything at first. Just watches you for a second before speaking in that cool, no-nonsense tone of hers, like she's judging your life decisions, “Did you eat yet?”

You shake your head. Just then, the front door clicks open.

The door swings open, and in walks Sunghoon.

He’s not dressed like earlier. Now he’s in dark jeans and a crisp white button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his veiny hands on fully display and forearms on full display, looking unfairly put together for someone who was just studying all morning.

A leather messenger bag hangs across his chest. His hair is slightly damp at the ends. And there's a paper cup of iced coffee in one hand.

Sunghoon steps inside quietly, kicks off his shoes neatly by the entryway, and pauses when he sees you standing there. Sunghoon’s eyes drop.

Instantly.

They flicker from your face down to your legs, then back up again in record time, like he tried not to look but failed spectacularly.

You’re standing there in nothing but the white shirt and no pants. The fabric hits mid-thigh, leaving a lot of smooth leg on display. And yeah, still zero bra situation going on beneath the thin cotton.

The living room suddenly feels ten times smaller and hotter.

"Tell me you have food, and I won't jump you right this instant," you warn, turning to him fully. Sunghoon blinks. Your tone is serious, and he knows that look in your eyes, the one you get when you're hangry. He slowly lifts the iced coffee cup like an offering. “No food,” he says flatly. “Just got this.”

You groan dramatically, throwing your hands up before pointing at him accusingly. “You’re evil! You were out the entire morning and didn’t bring me anything?!” Sunghoon just stares at you blankly.

"I hate all of you! except Riki 'cause he's my aegi pie," you declare, stomping back into your bedroom.

Riki beams at being called aegi pie and kicks his feet a little, clearly loving the affection.

Yunjin rolls her eyes. "Drama queen," she mutters under her breath, flipping another page in her textbook like nothing happened. Sunghoon stand in the doorway with a small smile, endeared by your dramatics but he would never admit that.

The next time Sunghoon sees you is at 7 p.m. He's in the kitchen again, this time sitting at the table with his laptop open. He’s reviewing notes for a final exam, glasses slightly askew on his nose. When you walk past the living room toward the front door, he looks up automatically.

You’re dressed to go out. The denim skirt hugs your hips just right, the tights make your legs look endless under soft sweater vest fabric that drapes perfectly over one shoulder, where it slipped off slightly.

Your silver jewelry catches the warm glow of the table lamp, tiny chains around your neck and delicate bracelets on one wrist glinting as you move toward the door.

He pushes his glasses up slowly, a subconscious gesture. Then, finally, “Where are you going?” he asks, voice neutral. Carefully controlled. "Out to the studio, need to finish a music comp. assignment" you state, stepping into your Mary Janes, fixing your hair in the mirror.

He watches as you fix your hair in the mirror by the door, your hands smoothing back soft strands of that perfect silky, wavy hair, a silver clip holding it slightly off your face now.

You grab a small backpack from beside the entryway and sling it over one shoulder. Turning to leave.

"Nerd," you say in his direction with a snicker. Sunghoon narrows his eyes. The word hits him like a personal attack, even though it’s said with that playful tone and little smirk on your face.

He closes his laptop slowly. Deliberately. Then pushes the glasses up again. Without getting up, he deadpans, “I’m studying to become a surgeon, y/n.”

"All I'm hearing is 'I'm a nerd, and I have no bitches'" you tease further.

Sunghoon’s jaw actually drops for half a second. Then it snaps shut, his face turning pink in record time. Just that soft, furious blush creeping up from his neck to the tips of his ears.

He has bitches. (Okay, no, he doesn’t. But still! That was an uncalled-for attack on multiple levels.)

“I have plenty of… friends,” he mutters defensively, voice slightly higher than usual. You’re already laughing as you swing the door open, your silver jewelry jingling softly with your movement.

"But do you fuck around with said 'friends', Hoon-ah?"

Sunghoon chokes on air. His face goes from pink to full-on scarlet in 0.2 seconds flat, eyes widening.

Hoon-ah.

Again with the nickname. And then that question? So blunt. So casual. Like it’s normal to ask someone if they’re sexually active while standing by the front door at 7 PM.

He opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again.

Nothing comes out but pure panic and existential crisis over how this conversation escalated so fast.

"Thought so. You have hot nerd potential, Sunghoon. Put it to use," you say with a wink before walking out the door.

Sunghoon stays frozen in his chair, laptop forgotten, glasses slightly crooked.

His brain is short-circuiting. That wink, it was a small gesture. But it punched him right in the chest like an emotional uppercut. The door clicks shut behind you as you leave for the studio, and only then does he finally breathe again.

Riki chooses that exact moment to walk downstairs from his room. He blinks, then smiles knowingly. Then, with zero mercy for the tangle of thoughts in Sunghoon's head, he says, “You look like you just got rejected by the love of your life.”

Sunghoon’s head snaps toward him. Eyes wide. Defensive. “I didn’t get rejected,” he mutters quickly. Too quickly.

Riki raises an eyebrow. That tone? That panic? The way his shoulders are tense? This is way worse than rejection. This is unrequited something. Maybe even… crushing?

A week later, you find yourself at another party, dressed in a lace bralette and a pretty skirt, decked out in gold jewellery that sparkles with each sway of your hips to the music, drink in hand.

Your head is hazy from the three drinks you've had already, your grip on control slipping from your hands with every sip. Not wasted drunk, but tipsy enough that everything feels softer, louder, more intense.

Your drink dangles loosely in one hand as you tilt your head back, laughing at something Jake just said beside you. The party is loud, pulsing with bass and neon lights. Bodies press together on the dance floor. Someone spills a drink near your feet, but you don’t care.

The song switches to something slow and sultry, bass thumping low. You don’t notice anyone specific yet, still lost in that warm, fuzzy haze of alcohol, your body moving naturally to the rhythm, hips swaying without thought.

Suddenly, a tall figure cuts through the crowd.

Sunghoon.

He didn’t come to this party. He hates parties. Says they’re “too loud and pointless.”

But Yunjin texted him: “Y/n is tipsy as hell. Someone go check on her.”

So here he is. He's still figuring out why, though.

Dressed in black jeans and a fitted dark sweater that makes him look unfairly good for someone who claims to hate socializing.

His eyes scan the room until they land on you. Dancing with Jake. Smiling at something stupid Jake just said.

Sunghoon’s jaw tightens. Jake is way too close. Arm still slung around you, laughing in your ear like it's a private joke. And you're tipsy. Glowing under the lights, completely unaware of how vulnerable that makes you look right now.

He pushes through the crowd with quiet determination, ignoring people bumping into him or shouting over music.

When he finally reaches you, he doesn’t say hello to Jake. Instead, he steps right up beside you, eyes locked on your face. "IS THAT PARK SUNGHOON? AT AN EVENT THAT REQUIRES SOCIALIZING?! THAT CAN'T BE!?" you shout over the music, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before your head tips back in a laugh.

Sunghoon doesn’t smile. But his eyes soften just a little at the sound of your laugh. Loud, tipsy, and completely unfiltered.

Jake grins like an idiot. “Dude! You came?!”

Sunghoon nods once at him. No eye contact longer than necessary. Then turns fully to you.

You’re still giggling, head lolling slightly as you stare up at him with that hazy drunk glow in your eyes.

The music pulses around you two, bodies moving everywhere. You're swaying on wobbly feet, with him standing stiffly beside you.

Sunghoon reaches out. Not dramatically, just a simple, firm hand on your elbow to steady you as you wobble slightly from the alcohol and dancing.

“Hey,” Sunghoon says over the music, voice low but cutting through the noise better than anyone else’s could. “You okay?”

You blink at him. Big eyes. Slightly unfocused. Then, without warning, you suddenly throw both arms around his neck in a sloppy hug.

"I'M GREAT! NEVER BEEN BETTER!"

Sunghoon stiffens. Completely. Like a statue. A very tall, very handsome statue.

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, your body pressed close to his chest as you squeeze him in a tipsy bear hug while shouting right in his ear, but he doesn't notice over the warmth of your body pressed to his.

Jake bursts out laughing. Sunghoon doesn’t know what to do with his hands. So he just… hovers them awkwardly in mid-air, not pushing you away, but not hugging back either.

"LET'S GO DANCE! EVERYONE COME DANCE WITH ME!" you shout, grabbing Jake and Sunghoon by the elbow and dragging them out to the dance floor.

Sunghoon is dragged onto the dance floor. Kicked and screaming internally, but physically powerless against you. Jake goes willingly, grinning like an idiot as you yank him by the elbow.

The song shifts to something upbeat with heavy bass and flashy lights. People start jumping around, dancing wildly.

You immediately throw your arms in the air, hips moving to the rhythm, completely unbothered that Sunghoon looks like he’s being held hostage.

Jake starts dancing beside you with zero shame. But Sunghoon? He just… stands there. Awkwardly swaying from side to side like his body forgot how limbs work. "COME ON SUNGHOON, LET LOOSE!" you shout at him, shaking him by the shoulders.

Sunghoon’s shoulders jostle under your hands as you shake him like a rag doll. He looks so uncomfortable. Like a deer in headlights at a rave.

Jake is fully dancing now, spinning and throwing his arms up dramatically to the music. You gulp down the drink in your hand, body swaying to the music, a wide smile on your face as you dance with Jake.

Sunghoon watches you.

The way your body moves to the music, all loose and free from alcohol and joy. Your wide smile lighting up your face under the neon glow. The empty drink cup now dangling in one hand as you toss it aside without a care.

Something in his chest tightens.

Jake’s dancing beside you like an overexcited puppy, matching your energy perfectly. But Sunghoon? He finally starts moving too. Slow at first. Awkward shoulder rolls. Hesitant hip sways. It's terrible dancing. But at least he's trying.

After what feels like hours of dancing, you stumble back to the bar, ordering another drink. You grab the glass, chug half of it in one go, and slam it down on the counter with a loud CLANK, throwing your arms up like you just won an Olympic gold medal.

"YESSS!" you yell to no one in particular, laughing as bubbles from carbonation tickle your nose. You're wobbling on your feet, giggling uncontrollably at something only in your head, hair messy from dancing, cheeks flushed pink with alcohol glow.

Jake finds you at the bar seconds later, still sweaty from dancing. “Whoa,” he says through a grin. “You’re gone, y/n”

Sunghoon appears behind him moments after that, having lost sight of you during all the chaos. His expression shifts when he sees how much more tipsy you are now.

"I've had like only seven drinks, Jakey, I'm fine," you say with a chuckle and a scoff, wobbling on your feet.

Jake bursts out laughing, "Six? Y/n, that's not fine." Sunghoon’s face drops.

Six drinks? Since when does someone your size drink six drinks and still be standing? He steps forward immediately, abandoning all pretense of coolness or distance. His hands twitch at his sides like he wants to catch you if you fall.

"Let's go dance some more!? One more drink!" you exclaim, turning back to the bartender.

Sunghoon moves fast.

Before you can even raise your hand to signal the bartender again, he steps in and gently grabs your wrist.

Not rough. Not angry. But firm enough to stop you. Sunghoon looks at the bartender and gives a small shake of his head: no more for her.

Then he turns back to you, crouching slightly so his face is level with yours since you’re still swaying on unsteady feet.

“You’ve had enough, y/n,” he says clearly over the music, voice calm but leaving no room for argument. "But I want more...." you pout at him, wide eyes staring up at him.

Sunghoon stares into your big, pouty eyes.

Oh no.

That look. The tipsy puppy eyes. The lower lip slightly jutting out. The dazed, hopeful gaze like he’s the meanest person in the world for saying no to more alcohol.

It hits him like a punch to the gut.

For a second? He wavers. Almost caves.

But then reality slaps him, so he hardens his expression just slightly, keeping that firm but gentle grip on your wrist. Before you can even protest, Sunghoon is dragging you out of the party, informing Jake before weaving through the sea of bodies, and walking out the door with you whining about going back. "Hoon-ah~ Wanna go back...."

That sweet, slurred voice saying his name like that? Dangerous.

But he keeps a tight but careful grip on your arm as he guides you through the crowded hallway and out into the cool night air. The party noise fades behind you, replaced by quiet street sounds. The moment fresh air hits your face, you lean heavily against him, your body finally giving in to how drunk you really are.

"Wanna dance some more....." you whine, again.

Sunghoon sighs. It’s soft. Exhausted. But not annoyed.

You’re clinging to his arm, your head lolling against his shoulder as you whine about dancing more, the words slightly slurred.

The street is quiet, save for a few passing cars.

He stops under a dim yellow streetlamp, turns slightly toward you, and for a second just… looks at your face. Your cheeks are pink from alcohol and cold air. Your eyes half-lidded with tipsy haze, that pout still on your lips.

Without thinking, Sunghoon lifts his free hand. And gently brushes a strand of hair from your forehead.

The gesture is soft. Tender. So unlike the cold, distant roommate he pretends to be.

For a heartbeat, he just stares at you. Your messy bun half undone, your glittery jewelry catching the streetlight glow. Then you suddenly lean into him and rest your forehead against his chest with a tiny sigh.

Sunghoon freezes.

Your forehead is warm against his chest, your breath soft through the thin fabric of his sweater. The rhythm of it matches the quiet hum of the night.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. Just stands there like a statue that’s been blessed by something sacred.

Slowly, his arms come up around you. Not a full hug at first. Just light, cautious pressure on your back and shoulders, as if making sure you won't collapse or slip away.

And then? He actually hugs you. Gently pulls you closer, resting his chin lightly on top of your head. "Don't wanna walk," you grumble into his chest, eyes fluttering shut. Sunghoon feels your body go heavier against him. Your words are muffled, sleepy, and slightly whiny.

He glances down at you again. Your eyes are closed now, lips slightly parted, breathing slow and even like you might just fall asleep standing up. Without hesitation, he carefully shifts his grip on you, bends one arm under your knees, and lifts. You yelp as he does, the noise loud and high-pitched in the quiet night, before wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, face nuzzling into his neck.

Warm breath. Soft skin. The faint scent of your perfume mixed with alcohol and party air.

It’s too much. His entire body tenses. Heart slamming against his ribs so hard he thinks it might wake you up if you weren’t already half-asleep on him.

Sunghoon starts walking. Slowly. Carefully.

Each step is measured, his arms strong and steady under you as he carries you like something precious. One hand supports your back, the other under your bare thighs, the touch warm.

Your face stays buried in his neck, your breathing soft and warm against his skin with every exhale.

He doesn’t say anything. Just walks through quiet streets lit by orange lamplights, the city hushed around him except for distant car sounds.

His heart hasn't slowed down once since picking you up.

"You're being really nice for someone who hates me, Park Sunghoon," you say after a few minutes of silence.

Sunghoon stops walking for half a second. Your words hit him like ice water. He never hated you. Not really.

It was just easier to act cold. Easier to stay distant. You were loud, messy, chaotic in ways he didn’t understand at first… and yeah, maybe he pushed back because it felt safer than admitting the opposite.

That he noticed you too much.

If anything, he’s been terrified of how much he doesn’t hate you.

How your laugh makes his chest feel warm. How seeing you in cute, intricate outfits does things to him that he refuses to name. How right now, holding you this close feels… perfect.

But saying any of that? Impossible.

So instead, Sunghoon just keeps walking, his grip on you tightening slightly as if protecting himself from saying something stupid.

"But it's okay, I like it when you're nice to me," you mumble against his neck, lips curving into a smile.

Sunghoon feels the smile. The tiny curve of your lips against his neck. Warm. Soft. Real. And it undoes him.

Something in his chest cracks open, a quiet explosion of emotion he’s been holding back for months. He doesn’t know what to do with that information. So instead of speaking, he presses a gentle kiss, right on top of your head.

You hum in content, "I liked that, for example." Sunghoon’s breath hitches. His face burns. Ears. Neck. Everything.

For someone who always looks so calm and collected, he’s a mess right now. Heart racing, steps slightly uneven as he carries you through the quiet night.

"You'd be a great boyfriend," you murmur quietly and Sunghoon stops breathing. The words echo in his skull like a bomb just went off. That sentence hits him harder than any compliment ever has.

"You're really nice, and pretty, and patient and a little annoying sometimes, but it's okay, I think it's cute." You ramble on quietly. Sunghoon listens. Every word you mumble into his neck is a tiny revelation, a piece of the puzzle he never knew existed.

"I have fun arguing with you. It's our thing, and I like it. I like you, Park Sunghoon, even though you're the most annoying bitch on the planet."

Sunghoon’s steps stutter. I like you.

The insult would’ve pissed him off. But coming from you now, drunk and honest, with that sleepy affection in your voice? It feels endearing. Like a compliment wrapped in chaos.

His chest tightens. He pulls you closer without thinking, adjusting his hold so your head rests more securely against his shoulder.

"And you always smell so nice, which is a bonus. And you're so strong and buff, it's kinda crazy you don't have any bitches" you rant.

Sunghoon’s ego swells, not in a cocky way, but in a shy, flustered kind of way. He exhales quietly, a small puff of air against your hair. You’re still rambling. Still clinging to him like he’s the safest person in the world right now.

He likes that you see him this way. A tiny part of him wants to say something back. Something real. Raw. Confessing.

But you're drunk. Drunk people say things they don't mean tomorrow. So instead, he presses another soft kiss on your forehead like a lovesick fool.

"You're so sweet, you're giving me free kisses AND carrying me home, even though you hate me," you exclaim with a smile as he turns to enter your building, hands momentarily leaving their place on your thighs to press the button to the elevator.

Sunghoon freezes when you say hate me again. It’s like a knife twisting in his chest every time. The elevator dings open, and he steps inside quickly, still holding you securely as the doors close behind him.

Your legs are slightly loose around his waist, your face still nuzzled into his neck with that dumb little smile on it, calling him sweet like it's nothing.

The elevator hums softly as it ascends, the soft lighting casting warm shadows across Sunghoon’s face. He adjusts you slightly in his arms, one hand supporting your back, the other now resting gently on your thigh to keep you from slipping.

You’re so light. So trusting right now. Like he’s someone safe. Someone good for you. Not a jerk. Not an enemy roommate. But sweet. Strong.

A good guy with no bitches.

The elevator reaches your floor with a soft ding. Sunghoon steps out, still holding you effortlessly. He walks down the hallway quietly, each step muffled by carpet.

Your dorm is dark as he unlocks the door. Carefully, Sunghoon shifts to open your bedroom door with his foot, then steps inside.

Sunghoon gently lays you down on your bed.

The mattress dips slightly under his weight as he kneels beside it, making sure you’re settled properly. Your legs curl instinctively toward the center of the bed, like a cat finding its perfect spot.

He grabs a blanket from the foot of your bed and drapes it over you, tucking it loosely around your shoulders. You’re still half-asleep, breathing slow and even, your lips slightly parted. Hair messy. Cheeks still pink from alcohol.

Sunghoon brushes a stray hair from your forehead again. It’s become his favorite thing to do tonight. A quiet, soft gesture that feels more intimate than anything else he’s done all night.

He stares at you for a long moment. Watching the way your chest rises and falls with each breath. How peaceful you look now compared to the wild party version of you earlier.

Then, without thinking, he leans down and presses one last kiss on your cheek, because apparently, he's now a pathetic guy in love with someone he's supposed to hate.

Your eyes blink open, staring at him as you mumble, "Have I ever told you you're really pretty, Hoonie?"

Sunghoon freezes. Your eyes are actually looking at him. And you’re calling him Hoonie. Soft. Affectionate. Drunk, but so, so sweet.

His heart stutters like it forgot how to beat properly. For once, he isn’t hiding behind glasses or books or cold silence.

Without thinking, he leans in slowly and kisses you. The kiss is messy. Not graceful. Not romantic like in movies. But real. You kiss him back to the best of your drunk, sleep-riddled brain's ability.

Your lips are warm, slightly clumsy from alcohol and sleepiness, moving against his with clumsy eagerness as you kiss him back. His hands slowly cup your face, gentle but firm, deepening the kiss just slightly as he pours every quiet feeling he's had for months into this one moment.

You giggle as he pulls back, mumbling, "More free kisses."

Sunghoon smiles. Actually smiles. A real, soft smile that lights up his whole face. Your eyes soften as they land on his smile, not some half-smirk you were used to seeing but a full-blown smile, fangs on display.

You cup his face softly before murmuring, "You're so pretty when you smile, Hoonie."

You called him pretty. Again. But this time? With so much softness in your voice, like the sight of him smiling is something precious. Your hands are warm on his cheeks, thumbs brushing lightly over his skin as you stare at him with those hazy, affectionate eyes.

He feels exposed. Vulnerable. Like every defense he ever built around himself has crumbled in one night of drunk confessions and gentle touches. Sunghoon leans into your touch. His eyes flutter shut for a second, savoring the warmth of your palms on his face.

Then, without hesitation, he kisses you again. This time slower. Softer. More intentional. You laugh again after he pulls back, and that bright, tipsy giggle fills the quiet room like music.

It makes his chest feel warm. Light. Like he’s floating a little.

He smiles again at the sound of it, fangs still showing.

"Cuddle?" you ask softly, blinking up at him. Sunghoon’s eyes soften. He doesn’t answer with words. He carefully climbs onto the bed beside you, lifting the blanket and scooting close.

Gently, he wraps one arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his chest, adjusting so your head rests comfortably against his chest. You snuggle into his side, tucked into his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist.

You fit perfectly against him, small and warm and his in this quiet moment. He presses his lips to the top of your head, a soft kiss that lingers just a second too long. He rests his chin on top of your head, closing his eyes as contentment washes over him, lulling him to sleep.

You wake up the next morning to an empty bed, groaning at the light shining on your face. The morning light is cruel. Your head pounds like a drumline at practice.

Your mouth feels like cotton, and the taste of cheap party drinks still lingers. You change quickly into soft pajamas, avoiding your reflection for as long as possible, until you finally glance in the mirror.

And then it hits you.

Everything.

Drinking too much. Dancing wildly with Jake. Sunghoon showing up out of nowhere looking unfairly hot in that sweater. Then him carrying you home. Kissing you. Holding your drunk self all night while cuddling.

Did I call him pretty?

Did I say I liked arguing with him?

I called him "Hoonie."

Oh fuck no.

You scream internally, crashing down onto your bed face-first. You bury your face into the pillow, muffling a groan of pure embarrassment.

Why did I do that? I kissed Park Sunghoon. Multiple times.

Now your heart is doing somersaults, and not from alcohol this time. You’re sitting there, pale-faced and horrified… because deep down?

The crush isn’t just possible anymore. It's real.

And worse?

Sunghoon is your roommate. Your cold, quiet, annoyingly perfect roommate who never looked at you twice, until last night.

Did he even remember the kisses? The cuddling? Your drunk ramblings about him being pretty and strong and cute when annoyed?

Or worse… did it mean nothing to him? Was it just pity because you were drunk?

Your stomach twists. Not from a hangover this time. Dread floods your system along with panic. You sit there in bed overthinking every possible situation before coming to the conclusion that acting like it never happened is the best solution.

That you could just pretend it was all the alcohol for the sake of your friendship? enemyship? Whatever it was, you weren't going to lose it to some drunken shenanigans of yours.

So yeah. Forget it ever happened. No mention of kisses. No lingering stares.

You steel yourself before walking back out into the living room, rubbing at your head. The house is exceptionally quiet.

Riki must have his dance class, Jake's most probably out playing basketball with Heeseung, and Yunjin's probably at her boyfriend's place.

You pad out into the kitchen, and freeze immediately when u see a tall, familiar figure.

Sunghoon is sitting at the kitchen table. A textbook is open in front of him, but he’s not reading. Just… staring at the wall, lost in thought. He’s in sweatpants and a plain gray hoodie. Hair slightly messy from running his hands through it too many times.

The second you step into the room, he hears your footstep.

Sunghoon turns his head.

Slowly.

His dark eyes land on you, and for a split second? Something flickers across his face.

Nervousness? Shyness? Hope? He doesn’t say anything at first. Just watches as you stand there in your oversized sleep shirt, hair messy from napping all day.

The silence stretches. Thick. Heavy. Full of everything that happened last night… and everything they haven’t said since.

"Hi, where have you been all morning?" you ask, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of cold water. Sunghoon clears his throat. “Library,” he says, voice calm. Too calm. Like he’s forcing it to sound normal.

He closes the textbook slowly, not looking at you directly as you move around the kitchen. You can feel his eyes on you though. Watching how you open the fridge, how your hair falls over one shoulder, how relaxed and unbothered you seem compared to him.

"Also, uh thanks for bringing me home last night. I have no memories of what weird ass shit I did last night, but I apologise anyways," you say with a curtsy, a desperate attempt at clearing out the awkwardness flooding the room.

Sunghoon’s jaw tightens.

No memories.

That stings more than it should. He stares at you, the way you curtsy so casually like nothing happened. Like last night wasn’t everything to him.

“You… don’t remember?” he asks quietly.

"Nope, not a clue, but apparently I called you Hoonie last night? according to Jake? and I was super clingy according to Riki and Yunjin, so my apologies once again,"

“You… yeah,” he says softly, voice low. “You called me Hoonie.” There’s a pause. Then: “And you hugged me a lot.”

"I'm sorry okay?" you cry out, "Let's just forget it happened okay? I was drunk off my ass"

Sunghoon’s smile dies instantly.

Forget it happened?

Just… erase the whole night? The kisses. The cuddling.

His expression shutters. That soft look from seconds ago? Gone. Replaced by something colder. Distant.

He nods once. Short. Stiff.

“Right,” he says quietly, turning his gaze back to the textbook.

"Deal?"

Like this is a business transaction. A truce. He exhales through his nose. Slowly. Then, finally, nods.

One stiff, mechanical nod.

No smile. No warmth. Just quiet acceptance of your terms.

The silence stretches.

But you can feel it. That coldness radiating off him now. Not anger… but distance. Emotional retreat.

The warmth from last night? Gone. Replaced by polite indifference.

You turn around and walk back into your room, steps heavy and heart heavier, cracking open with something you're afraid to call heartbreak.

[bamjjwi]

i’ve never seen a more hoonful concert… like wdym we just had singerhoon, rapperhoon, centrehoon, dancerhoon, actorhoon, like i’m genuinely in shock

[intromortal]

despite the pressure they must've felt, the boys did incredible today ♥️ i am so beyond proud of them and their skill ( FUCK WHOEVER HAS BEEN DOUBTING THE OTHER SIX!!!) i can't imagine how hard the past days must've been for them, so this was great to see. that being said, may the next performance be ot7🫂

[hoonsonenonly]

My Playlist #04 - And if you seem really tired, I'll ask you how your day was

𑣲⋆ Song Teaser - Yang Jungwon fascinates y/n too much to not play with him ⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ

𝄞𑣲⋆ artists - jungwon x fem! reader 𝄞𑣲⋆ content warnings - softdom! reader, jerking off, slight corruption kink (fem! reader has it), cum eating, sub! Jungwon, taking virginity (Jungwon is a virgin, but they don't really have penetrative sex, so idk), pet names (sweetheart, kitty, baby...) lemme know if i missed any <3 𝄞𑣲⋆ title track - How Was Your Day? by Mellow Fellow and Clairo

Yang Jungwon has always fascinated you.

He was the President of the Student Council, known to be extremely strict about following rules, always yelling and nagging all of the students. Hey, it bothered you too sometimes, but you don't really mind his behaviour as Vice President because you know how hectic it can get. The only reason people put up with his shouting and nagging is that he gets work done. Quick.

But, against all odds, you found him fascinating. His behaviour, his body language, the way he seemed to command the room without uttering a single word. He was so stoic and uptight that you couldn't help but wonder what would get him to crumble? To become a mumbling, flustered mess under you? He looked like he'd never felt the touch of a woman. With the sudden realization that you wanted to be the one to do that, to touch him for the first time, you set out on a mission.

Phase one of your plan: you're seated in the classroom, and he approaches you with a set of files, telling you in the bored voice of his that he needs you to go through them by tomorrow. You, being the ever-helpful Vice President of the Student Council, nod along with a sweet smile, taking the files from him with a, "Of course, Jungwon-ah. Anything to help". Your fingers brush as you do, and you feel Jungwon freeze up, ears turning red as he walks out of class.

Success.

Phase two happens at lunch: You're standing in line, tray in your hands, as you notice Jungwon in the corner, staring at an empty carton of Strawberry milk. You go up to him with a smile, placing yours in his tray. "Didn't want to drink it anyway; you can have it," and he freezes up again, staring at you like you'd just slapped him across the face. You smile at him sweetly before turning back and walking to your table.

Success once again. This was gonna be easy. Jungwon, on the other hand, is staring at the juice box like it's gold, freaking out on the inside over fucking strawberry milk.

Phase three happens during Sports. You meet him after your football game, dressed in the shortest shorts possible, sweat making your jersey stick to your skin. It was the boys' turn to play. He walks up to you, dressed in his own jersey, and you can see him visibly swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing. You feel his gaze rake down your body, and you suppress the urge to grin, instead giving him a smile and wishing him good luck. He's red once again, ears burning crimson as he just nods.

You grin as you walk back to the locker room. Success. Little do you know that the image of you will haunt him for the better part of a week, leaving him pink every time you lock eyes with him.

The biggest thing happened when you'd least expected it. You'd just gotten out of a Student Council meeting, walking to your classroom with your friends, when you realized you'd left something in class.

As you approached the familiar room, you slowed down your steps, and silently walked towards the room as if afraid you'd disturb Jungwon, who was probably cleaning by now.

But then, as you got closer to the door, you could hear faint talking.

“Mom, I'm so tired.”

It was definitely Jungwon. You noticed how his tone seemed different from his everyday tone. It sounded like he was actually tired and desperate to rest. A brief pause followed before he spoke again.

“My day was okay. But... I have the biggest headache. I promise I'll finish up quick and come home.

A pause.

“Bye, Mom. I love you."

Considering that Jungwon said that he's tired and that he has a headache, maybe you should take this chance to help him clean. Take this chance to get closer to him.

You silently open the door, seeing Jungwon standing by the window. He quickly turned his head to you, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I told you to get home.” He said, his strict tone back once again, as if he hadn't sounded vulnerable minutes ago. But in his head, he's panicking over seeing you again. You'd been messing with his head the past few weeks with your sweet smile and caring actions.

You walk to your desk in the corner and grab your book from under the table. "Forgot my exercise book," you say, holding up the book. "Need some help?" you ask quietly, locking eyes with him.

Jungwon stares at you for a second, his sharp gaze softening just a fraction, like he’s surprised you’re still here. The classroom is quiet, the golden evening light from the window casting long shadows across the floor.

He looks down at the broom in his hand, then back at you. For someone who yells so much about discipline and order, he actually seems exhausted now. Dark circles under his eyes are more visible up close.

"…You don't have to help," he mutters, "Go home already, y/n"

But even as he says it, there's no real force behind it. Just tiredness.

"I don't HAVE to, but I want to. Huge difference," you say with a grin, placing the book on the table and walking closer to him.

Jungwon blinks, clearly not used to someone wanting to help him. Most of the class avoids him after he yells.

He watches you approach with a slight tilt of his head, like a confused kitten who doesn’t know how to process kindness. The broom is still in his hand, but it’s limp now. He wasn’t even sweeping anymore; just standing there like a statue.

"…You’re weird," he says finally, not meanly. Just stating facts. Like you're an anomaly in the universe for offering help unprompted.

A tiny pause.

Then, he quietly hands you the broom.

"I will take that as a compliment, thank you," you say with a low chuckle, taking the broom from his hands and getting to work sweeping.

Jungwon stands there, awkwardly stiff, as you start sweeping. He watches your movements, like he’s analyzing your every move.

The silence isn’t uncomfortable. It’s oddly peaceful. Weird for a classroom that always feels tense when he's around.

After a minute, Jungwon slowly sits down on the edge of his desk. He leans back slightly, eyes half-lidded from fatigue. The headache must be worse than he let on earlier to his mom.

Without saying anything… he just stays there.

"See? You sound so much better when you're not yelling, Jungwon-ah." You say with a chuckle, pausing to look at him sitting at the desk, still tense, but the furrow in his eyebrows is gone, which is a good sign.

"But I understand why you need to. You have a lotta responsibility for one person. Must get so tiring," you continue gently, quietly sweeping the floor, but your eyes stay on him, observing.

Jungwon’s breath hitches slightly at the use of his name. No one calls him that except his close friends. It sounds soft. Warm.He looks up at you. And for a second, he doesn’t hide anything behind that strict mask.

"…Yeah," he admits quietly, "It gets exhausting."

The honesty slips out like an accident, something he’d never say in front of others. He quickly glances away afterward, almost embarrassed by how vulnerable it sounds.

But then he adds: "Most people think I do it because I enjoy being annoying."

A tiny sigh escapes him. "I don't."

"I know you don't. No one ever does. So, just sit back and relax, and I'll help you out, okay?" you say understandingly, a small smile gracing your lips.

You stand in the middle of the classroom, leaning over the broom, skirt flowing in the wind around your thighs, school shirt unbuttoned at the top, exposing the honey-toned skin of your collarbones, hair up in a messy bun, a few stray hairs whisking about your face.

Jungwon’s eyes flicker over your face, the wind catching the loose strands of your hair, the sunlit glow on your collarbones, that quiet smile that feels like something private, just for him.

He swallows. You look… effortlessly pretty. Not in a flashy way, just soft, real, like someone who doesn’t try too hard to impress anyone.

For someone who spends all day yelling and scowling, he suddenly looks very young. Very tired. Very human.

Without a word, because he doesn’t trust his voice right now, he nods slowly and sinks deeper into his relaxed slump against the desk.

"Wait, I have something for you." You trot over to where you'd tossed your school bag in the corner, fishing out a strip of ibuprofen and some chocolate you'd saved for yourself for another day.

You walk over to where he's sitting at the desk, handing him the goods with a smile: "For your headache, and something to get your energy up."

Jungwon stares at the items in your hand: ibuprofen and chocolate. Simple things. Everyday things.

But to him? It feels huge. His throat tightens a little.

"…You didn’t have to, y/n," he murmurs, taking them gently from you like they’re something fragile.

He looks down at the chocolate, wrapped neatly, and then back up at your face again. That smile. It's doing something weird to his chest.

Without another word, Jungwon pops the ibuprofen into his mouth and takes a small bite of the chocolate.

A tiny hum escapes him.

"Wanted to," you say with a smile. After a few minutes, you see his shoulders relax a bit more, his posture loosening.

You ask gently, "Feel better, sweetheart?"

The word "sweetheart" hits him like a lightning bolt.

Jungwon freezes, chocolate halfway to his mouth, eyes widening slightly. No one has ever called him that. Not ever. And definitely not in that soft, affectionate tone of yours.

His ears turn pink instantly. A deep shade of red spreads across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears; the strict President is blushing like a fucking teenager.

He quickly takes another bite to hide it.

"…Yeah," he mumbles after swallowing, his voice lower than usual. "A little better."

He won’t say it out loud, but calling him sweetheart made something warm bloom in his chest, right next to the relief from the medicine and chocolate.

"You're so red; did that fluster you?" You chuckle softly, taking a step closer to him, a grin still dancing on your lips. Jungwon’s breath hitches. The blush intensifies, now spreading down his neck like wildfire.

He tries to scowl. It doesn’t work.

His lips twitch, trying to form a stern look, the one that shuts up the whole class, but with you this close, grinning at him like that, it just comes off as flustered and helpless.

“No,” he lies badly, turning his head slightly away from you, but not fast enough.

The redness is obvious. So is the way he's suddenly hyper-aware of your presence, the warmth of your body being so near, the sweet scent of your perfume.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" You take another step closer, testing his boundaries.

Jungwon’s entire face combusts.

He definitely isn’t sure. He is, in fact, a disaster. His heart does a weird little flip, like it forgot how to function properly. He realizes it does often when he's around you like this.

He opens his mouth to say something cool. Something like, "Stop calling me that." But nothing comes out. Instead… he just stares at you with wide, slightly panicked eyes.

A beat passes.

"Stop looking at me like that, oh my god," you groan lowly, eyes flicking away from his face for a second, trying to calm down the need settling in your stomach.

Jungwon blinks, confused for half a second.

"Like what?" he says quietly, blinking up at you with his wide, confused eyes. He doesn’t even realize he’s been staring. And when you groan and look away, something shifts in him.

Not arrogance, not at all, but a quiet, flickering awareness that maybe… this isn't one-sided.

That your cheeks might be pink too. That your voice just dropped lower on purpose. That this tension between you two? It's not just him being hopelessly flustered.

You sigh quietly at the way he's looking up at you, with his pretty, cat-like eyes, wide with confusion.

"Like you want me to ruin you, kitty," you purr, voice dropping lower with restraint.

The second the word "kitty" leaves your lips, Jungwon’s brain short-circuits.

Kitty. His heart speeds up, something dangerously close to want, settling in his stomach. His breath stops. Eyes, wide as saucers, feline-like, lock onto yours. That pretty boy face? Now burning like a wildfire.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Like he’s frozen in time by the weight of your gaze. Your voice echoing in his head. You wanted to ruin him, and god… he might actually let you.

A soft whimper escapes him. Not intentional. Just a pure instinctive reaction. He wants to say something cool, something charming, but all that comes out is:

"…Y-Y/n…"

A whisper. Your name sounds foreign on his tongue when it's this soft. And then, without thinking, he leans forward just slightly, as if pulled by gravity toward you.

Closer.

"Yes, sweetheart? What do you want?" you hum, grinning with satisfaction, hand lifting to grip his jaw gently, leaning in closer

The moment your fingers touch his jaw, warm, soft, so gentle. Jungwon stops breathing. His skin tingles where you hold him. No one has ever touched him like this before. Not like he’s something precious.

Your face is inches from his now. He can see the flecks in your eyes. Smell the faint sweetness of your lip gloss. He’s trembling slightly. Not from fear… but from want. So much want it scares him. Your lips are inches away now. Your breath mingles with his.

And when you ask, "What do you want?" in that low, honeyed purr, he answers before he can overthink it. With a quiet whimper and zero grace whatsoever, he closes the gap and kisses you.

You smile into the kiss, a hesitant press of his lips to yours rather than anything, but it's cute. Sweet. The kiss is soft. Innocent. A little clumsy, like a first real kiss, which it probably is for him.

Jungwon doesn’t know what he’s doing. He just presses his lips to yours gently, hesitantly, like he's afraid you'll pull away or laugh at him.

But when you smile into the kiss? Something inside him melts completely.

It feels…nice. So nice. Warm and sweet and right. So naturally, he does it again. You grip on his jaw tightens a little, fingers rubbing softly against his warm skin, coaxing his mouth open with a swipe of your tongue along his lower lip.

Jungwon gasps softly, his lips parting instinctively at the brush of your tongue. His heart slams against his chest.

He hadn't expected you to kiss him like this. Not with such soft dominance, not with someone guiding him so gently, yet so firmly.

Your fingers on his jaw send electric little sparks through him. Every tiny movement- your thumb rubbing against his skin, your touch coaxing his mouth open- makes his breath hitch and tremble. He whimpers into your mouth again. A quiet, helpless sound from deep in his throat.

Then, hesitant but eager, he tries to kiss you back. Your tongue invades his mouth, exploring it gently rather than hurriedly, taking it slow.

Jungwon freezes for half a second, completely overwhelmed by the sensation of your tongue sliding into his mouth. Warm, soft, everywhere.

It's too much. It's perfect.

He doesn't know how to kiss like this, but he follows you instinctively, letting you lead.

His lips part more under yours, his breathing shaky through his nose as your tongue moves gently against his. Exploring him like he’s something delicate.

And God, that makes him feel so cherished.

One of his hands lifts on its own and hovers near your waist before finally resting there lightly. You pull back moments later with a smirk, as he heaves below you. His chest is rising and falling too fast, eyes glossy with pure dazed, kiss-drunk bliss, lips shiny with spit.

"Are you a virgin, kitty? Was this your first kiss?"

Jungwon’s entire body stiffens. You're looking at him with that smirk… asking that question.

A beat of silence.

Then, "…Yeah," he admits quietly, his voice rougher than usual.

No point lying. Not when he kissed like a nervous first-timer who didn’t know what to do with his hands or tongue (or anything).

He avoids your gaze for half a second, suddenly self-conscious, but then peeks back up at you through his lashes, waiting for your reaction.

"You're so cute, jagi. Do you wanna keep going or stop, kitty?" you ask quietly, fingers stroking his cheek gently.

Jungwon’s breath hitches at the soft stroke of your fingers on his cheek. That gentle touch makes him feel things- things he doesn’t have names for yet. And you’re giving him a choice.

No pressure. No expectations. Just kindness and warmth, and you being so patient with him despite how awkward he probably was.

His heart pounds like it wants to escape his chest.

He swallows hard, eyes searching yours- glossy, nervous, but full of quiet longing.

"Need you to use your words, baby, yes or no?" you urge, your voice gentle still with a commanding edge to it. Jungwon’s breath trembles.

The soft command in your voice, gentle but firm, sends a shiver down his spine. He's used to being the one who gives orders. The strict class president. The guy who yells and controls everything.

But right now? He's not in control at all. And weirdly, that feels good. So with shaky lips and burning cheeks, he finally whispers:

"…Yes. I wanna keep going, y-y/n."

A small, quiet word, but loaded with so much want that it could power a city. Then, almost as if embarrassed by his own boldness, he immediately bites his lower lip.

"Good job, baby. When I ask you questions, you answer in words. Got it, kitty?" you warn gently, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Jungwon shivers as your lips press against his cheek affectionately. The praise hits him harder than the kiss. No one has ever rewarded him for something so small as speaking.

And it makes his chest feel weirdly tight, like happiness is building up behind his ribs and might explode if he doesn’t breathe soon.

He nods quickly at your question, eyes wide. His lips are slightly parted. Still blushing furiously. Then, because he’s brave now, or maybe just desperate to kiss you again, he turns and presses a clumsy peck on the corner of your mouth.

You smile as he does, heart flooding with warmth. "Wanna head to my place?" you ask quietly. Jungwon’s eyes widen, really, really wide.

Your place?

The implication hits him like a truck.

This isn’t just about kissing anymore. This is going somewhere. His mind races: Is she inviting me over? Like… on purpose?

He swallows hard, heart pounding so loud he swears you can hear it.

For someone who yells at the class for being "irresponsible", Jungwon suddenly feels like the most reckless person alive right now. But he nods anyway, because he's been wanting this for weeks, months, ever since that first time you'd smiled at him in the Council room after the elections, all dimples and warmth.

20 minutes later, both of you are stumbling through the front door of your empty house, lips locked in a kiss as jackets are forgotten on the floor. Shoes are kicked aside without care. Both of you giggling into each other's mouths as you click the door to your room shut behind you.

The moment the door clicks shut, Jungwon feels it: the nervousness of being alone with you, the only person who's been on his mind for the last few months. Your room is dimly lit by a soft lamp, and the sound of your giggles mixes with his shaky breaths.

You’re still kissing. And this time? He’s bolder. No hesitation; he deepens the kiss on instinct, one hand sliding up to tangle gently in your hair while the other rests on your waist like he's afraid you'll disappear if he lets go.

Jungwon, always so composed in public, is a flustered mess now: breathless, blushing hard under his pale skin, completely at your mercy, just like you'd wanted. You can hardly contain the need that courses through your veins when you look at him like this, nowhere near the stoic, uptight person he was.

The kiss grows hungrier, less careful, more wanting. Jungwon's lips move against yours with clumsy passion, like he’s making up for lost time.

When you nudge him backward toward the bed without breaking the kiss, he stumbles slightly, surprised by his own lack of coordination. He lands softly on the edge of your mattress, eyes wide for a second as you hover over him.

Your messy bun is half undone now. A few strands frame your face. And God, you’re so pretty up close like this.

Without thinking (because thinking is hard right now, and so is he 😊), Jungwon lifts his hands and gently cups your cheeks, then pulls you into another deep kiss.

You chuckle into the kiss as he pulls you in, sliding onto his lap, legs on either side of his waist, as your fingers unbutton his shirt impatiently. Confident. Sure of what you’re doing.

Jungwon gasps when you climb onto his lap, the sudden weight of you, warm and oh so close, sending a jolt through his whole body.

He’s frozen for half a second, heart slamming as he feels each button pop open under your touch, the cool air hitting his chest where fabric parts. His skin is warm. Slightly clammy from nerves.

And when the first few buttons come undone, exposing pale collarbones and smooth chest beneath? He swallows hard, lips parting in quiet awe. Fuck, this is really happening, he thinks to himself.

"You sure, kitty? Wanna keep going?" you ask again, reassuringly, palm laid flat on his chest. Jungwon feels the warmth of your palm through his half-unbuttoned shirt, your hand resting right over his heartbeat, which is pounding like a drum.

That gentle-but-firm voice sends shivers down his spine. And with you looking down at him, legs on either side of his hips, hair falling around your face, eyes searching his for an answer.

He doesn’t even have to think.

A slow nod first. Then, because he’s learning to use words, just like you said.

"…Yes, god yes, I want to keep going, y/n, " he breathes out, quiet but certain, no hesitation this time.

"Good kitty," you hum, satisfied with his answer, unbuttoning the shirt the entire way before sliding it off his shoulders and down his arms, discarded on the floor beside you. You'd known he was fit, but this you hadn't expected.

His form is lithe but toned, clearly crafted abs visible on his stomach, lithe muscles flexing under your touch as your eyes roam his body.

And for a second… silence.

He feels exposed. Not just because he’s half-naked, but because your eyes are everywhere, scanning him with quiet awe. Like you’re seeing something rare.

His chest rises and falls quickly, not from exertion, but from nerves. He’s never had someone look at him like this before: not judging, not teasing… just admiring.

The abs? Lean but defined, from years of basketball practice and early morning runs to keep stress levels down. And when your fingers brush over them, his stomach tenses instinctively. A soft shiver runs through him.

Jungwon holds his breath as your fingers trace the lines of his abs, warm, delicate touches that make every muscle in his body tense and flex on their own. A tiny sound escapes him, almost a whimper, and he quickly bites it back, embarrassed.

"So pretty, baby," you whisper in awe, pressing kisses to his jaw, slowly trailing down. Jungwon’s breath hitches as your lips meet his jaw, soft, slow kisses trailing downward.

Each press of your mouth sends electric pulses through him. His eyes flutter shut. He's never been called pretty before. Not in a romantic way. It makes his chest ache.

And when the kisses drift lower, past his jaw, down the side of his neck, he tilts his head slightly to give you better access without even realizing it.

A quiet sigh slips out as he leans into you, hands hovering nervously near your waist again. "You can touch me, kitty; go on," you urge, tongue flicking out to lick at his skin, teeth grazing just enough for him to feel it but not to bruise.

The second your tongue flicks against his skin, warm, teasing, followed by the soft graze of teeth, Jungwon shudders.

It’s not painful. Not even close. But the sensation? The contrast of wet warmth and gentle pressure? It shoots straight down his spine. And when you whisper "go on," giving him permission to touch, he finally does.

Tentatively at first, one hand slides up your side, fingers brushing over fabric as he feels the curve of your body beneath. Then, bolder now, he cups one side of your face, turning it toward him, and kisses you.

"You really like kissing me, don't you?" you ask, slightly amused as your fingers rub over his nipple tentatively, watching your face closely for reactions.

Jungwon breaks the kiss with a tiny, breathless noise, very surprised by the sudden touch on his nipple. The second your fingers brush over it, light, teasing circles, the sensation shoots through him like lightning.

He’s extremely sensitive there. And he definitely likes kissing you. A lot. More than anything right now. "C-can't help it," he mumbles, his back arching slightly into your hand without meaning to, and a quiet, flustered "Mm…" escapes him before he can stop it.

"So responsive…" You hum in satisfaction at his reactions, going back to pressing kisses down his body, fingers working deftly on his nipples, rubbing and pinching gently. He's reacting exactly like you'd expected him to, and that fuels the fire of need burning in your stomach, the need to wring out more sounds.

Jungwon is a wreck under you. Each kiss you press down on his neck, chest, and collarbone sends shivers through him. And your fingers?

God, your fingers. Rubbing, pinching, just enough pressure to make his breath hitch and his hips twitch slightly beneath you. He’s not used to someone touching him with such intent, like they’re studying every reaction he makes.

He's extremely responsive, and it makes your head spin. Every brush of your thumb on his nipple draws a tiny gasp or shudder from him; a quiet whimper slips out when you pinch just right. His abs flex involuntarily, his breathing uneven.

You feel the bulge growing under you, pressing against your core, twitching with every kiss, hips bucking up into your with every tug to his bud.

"Needy already, baby?"

Jungwon is mortified, and yet, completely unable to control it.

The bulge in his pants? Very obvious. Pressing right against you as he unconsciously grinds up, just slightly, with every kiss, every pinch. Each tug on his nipple sends a pulse straight down… and yeah. He’s hard. Painfully so.

He wants to hide it, but how? You’re sitting on him like this, close contact making everything ten times better worse.

And when you tease him with that low voice dripping with amusement, he can't help but whine. A tiny, pathetic sound of pure frustration and want.

"How do you think our classmates would react if they saw you like this, huh? Their strict President, so needy from a few kisses," you drawl, tongue flicking against the bud, and your hands move down to his stomach.

You feel Jungwon’s entire body tense at your words, and you grin with satisfaction. Your words had exactly the effect you'd anticipated.

He's supposed to be strict, but here he is, panting, flushed, hard, squirming under you like a desperate kitten after just a few kisses and gentle touches.

A soft whimper escapes as you trail lower with your fingers, muscles twitching under your touch.

"They'll never get to see it, though, will they? Because it's all for me. Only for me," you mutter possessively, sucking a mark onto his stomach.

The moment your lips seal over his stomach-sucking, marking-Jungwon gasps, back arching off the bed.

It’s not pain. It’s claiming. And something about the way you say "only for me" makes his heart clench, a possessive thrill shooting through him. He hadn't expected this, not from you but the way you say it- like you're so sure of what you'd done to him- he can't help the way his cock twitches in his pants.

Yes. This is only for you. No one else gets to see this side of him, the flustered, breathless boy with kiss-swollen lips and a blush that won’t fade. Just you.

Your teeth graze slightly as you suck another mark higher on his abs, and he grips your hips suddenly, fingers tightening like an anchor in a storm. No words come out, just shaky breaths and quiet whimpers.

"Say it, kitty. Use your words," you remind him, hand trailing lower and lower, close to rubbing the bulge straining against his zipper.

Jungwon’s breath hitches as your hand hovers, so close to where he needs it, but not quite touching yet. His hips twitch upward on their own, chasing the warmth of your palm.

He swallows hard. His throat is dry. But you're watching him expectantly, waiting for him to be good. So with trembling lips and cheeks burning hotter than ever, he whispers, "…O-Only for you, y-y/n," his voice shaky, quiet, but clear.

"Good kitty," you praise gently, hand finally drifting down where he wants it, rubbing over the fabric slowly. The second your hand presses down on the hard bulge in his pants, Jungwon chokes on air. A sharp gasp. A full-body shudder.

It’s not even skin-to-skin yet, just fabric and pressure, but it feels unreal. Like he might actually pass out. His hips jerk instinctively into your touch, chasing more friction like a reflex. His hands fly to grip the sheets beside him, knuckles turning white from how tight he's holding on.

And when you call him "good kitty" again with that sweet tone? He whimpers, a soft, helpless sound, and tilts his head back against the pillow.

"You sound so pretty, baby. All for me…" Your hands finally dip below the waistband of his pants. The click of the button. The slow drag of fabric down his hips, fabric pooling at his ankles. You hear Jungwon’s breath hitch the moment your fingers slip under his waistband.

And you’re looking at him. Actually looking with something warm. Something hungry. His face is burning, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but he doesn’t cover himself. Doesn't flinch away.

Just lies there, vulnerable and trembling slightly, waiting for what you’ll do next. You coo at his state, his wide eyes staring up at you expectantly. You rub over his cock through his boxers for a few moments, drinking in his mess of soft, breathy sounds, whimpers, and tiny whines slipping out with every slow rub over his clothed length, as you lay a few more marks along his stomach. He shudders, hips bucking slightly into your touch like he can’t help it. Like his body is begging for more friction without permission.

His hands fidget- one clutching the pillow beside him, the other hovering near your shoulder- wanting to touch you back but too overwhelmed to move properly. The combination of teasing touches and those possessive marks is absolutely destroying him.

"What do you want, kitty? Ask for it, and I'll give it to you." Your voice cuts through the haze, a seductive purr in his ear.

Jungwon’s eyes snap to yours. The question hangs in the air like a dare.

He wants. Oh God, does he want. But asking? Out loud? His lips part, then close. A shaky breath escapes him as he struggles to form words that aren’t just whimpers or sighs.

Then, finally, so quietly it's barely more than a whisper, "…I want… you to touch me…Please."

"Touch you where, baby? Be specific," you ask with a lopsided grin, watching him struggle to form words, skin flushed crimson with embarrassment.

He can't believe you're making him say it. He swallows hard, his throat bobbing as he stares at the ceiling like it holds all life's answers.

Then… with a tiny tremor in his voice, "…My cock," he whispers, so quiet it’s almost inaudible. "W-Want you to touch m-my cock, please," The word feels foreign on his tongue, embarrassing and thrilling at once.

But he said it. For you.

"Good boy," you praise with a grin, pressing a kiss to his lips as your hands snake under his boxers, finally touching his length. The second your fingers make contact, skin on skin, warm and firm, wrapping around him, the world stops. Jungwon gasps into the kiss, his whole body jerking at the sudden sensation.

His hips lift off instinctively, chasing your hand, but he freezes after a second, terrified of being too greedy or moving too fast. The kiss breaks as he pants against your lips, eyes squeezed shut in bliss. Every nerve is alive with sensation; your touch feels incredible. Jungwon whines, high, soft, and utterly helpless, as your fingers circle the sensitive head of his cock.

That spot? So sensitive. And you’re teasing it with light circles and gentle swipes, like you know exactly how to ruin him. Meanwhile, your lips are everywhere, kissing his jawline, the corner of his mouth, down to that sweet spot on his neck that makes him shiver. His hands finally move, not fidgeting anymore, but sliding up into your hair gently as he tilts toward every press of your lips.

The entire time, you mutter sweet praises onto his skin, trying to engrave your mark onto him, your sweet little kitty. You chuckle as he bucks his hips up into your hands, whining growing louder, big, glossy eyes full of desperate need staring right into yours, kiss-swollen lips pouted right at you.

"Use your words, Wonnie."

The nickname makes his heart stutter. And the way you're looking at him- the command in your voice mixed with that soft chuckle- sends a thrill through him. He wants to say something. Wants to beg properly, but words are hard when all he can feel is your hand on his cock and your mouth everywhere else.

So after a shaky breath, he whispers, his voice trembling, "P-Please… touch me more."

"Of course, baby…" You grin before gathering the pre-cum pooling on his stomach. God, he's leaking so much it makes you feel satisfied that you're the reason he's like this. You gather it onto your fingers, spreading it, making everything glide more smoothly. Then your hand wraps around him. Fully.

Skin on skin. Warmth everywhere. And you start moving.

Slow at first, a gentle stroke from base to tip, then back down, firm but not rough. Just right. A soft moan slips out before he can stop it: "Mmh…"

His hips lift again on instinct, chasing the friction like an addict already hooked after one taste. His head falls back against the pillow with a quiet thud as his eyes flutter shut in pure bliss. "Look so pretty like this… so fucked out already," you purr, squeezing his length at the base, making Jungwon whimper at the touch.

The pressure is perfect. Not too tight, not too loose. Just enough to make him squirm and feel every nerve lighting up. And your voice, oh god is it driving him crazy. That low purr calling him "pretty" while he's lying here half-ruined by just a few strokes? It makes his chest ache in the sweetest way.

His lips part again, but no words come out, just shaky breaths and tiny moans as you continue moving your hand.

"So stern in class just to fall apart under me," you drawl, watching as Jungwon's eyes fly open, whining at the words. "Just need someone to take care of you, right, kitty?" you whisper lowly, pressing against the sensitive spot just below his ear as Jungwon shudders.

Your words echo in his mind: "Just need someone to take care of you."

And God… it’s true.

He spends every day being strong. Responsible. The one everyone depends on. But right now? All he wants is this. To be held. Touched gently. Kissed where no one else ever has.

To be cared for, without having to earn it, without yelling or proving himself first. So when you kiss that spot again and squeeze him just slightly in your hand?

A quiet tear escapes.

"Awww, don't cry, kitty. I'm right here. God, you look even better than I could ever imagine." you coo, lips curving into a gentle smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. The implication that you've thought of this before sends a spark of pleasure down his spine, his head spinning. You speed up your hand; the strokes are faster now, but still so careful with that sensitive head. He gasps, his back arching slightly off the bed.

Jungwon sniffles quietly, turning his face into your kiss on the cheek. He didn’t mean to cry. It’s not sadness. It’s too much. Too much kindness, too much warmth, too much you, all focused on him like he matters.

His breath comes in short, little pants. Every nerve is alight, pushing him toward something overwhelming. You feel him twitch in your hands, and you know he's close. "Ask before you come, or you don't get to kitty," you whisper against his skin, your tone laced with authority as he twitches in your palm.

Jungwon whimpers, high and desperate, as his body coils tighter with every stroke, nearing the edge. But your whisper? That firm, authoritative tone? It stops him cold.

He’s so close. So, so close, but you’re not letting him fall unless he asks first. And right now? His mind is fuzzy. All thoughts are gone except: I need to come. I need permission.

So, through clenched teeth and trembling lips, "P-Please…Can I… c-come?" he asks, his voice small. Begging.

"So sweet when you beg, kitty," you coo, finger digging into his slit lightly, making Jungwon whine, the small pressure sending a sharp thrill through him.

The praise makes his chest swell with something warm and fuzzy, even as his body is wound tight with need. He’s never begged before. It’s embarrassing… but also so good. Like he did something right just by asking nicely.

Your hand keeps moving, steady strokes on his cock, thumb occasionally brushing that ultra-sensitive tip.

Jungwon’s breath comes in shallow, frantic bursts, every nerve ending on fire. The rhythm of your hand is perfect. Just right, building the tension coil by coil. Your soft praise makes his head spin in the best way possible, sending a rush of pleasure down his spine.

His hips twitch helplessly with each stroke, not trying to rush you, just reacting. Every muscle in his stomach tightens. He’s close. So close he can feel it, the pressure behind his eyes, the heat pooling low.

But he waits for your permission 'cause he's a good kitty. Your eyes are trained on his every reaction, the way he moans softly with every stroke, how his hips buck up involuntarily, chasing the pleasure.

"Go on, kitty, you can come for me," you grant him permission, watching him break at the words. A choked gasp. A full-body shudder as it hits him, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through his entire body.

His back arches off the bed. His fingers clutch at the sheets like they’re lifelines. Every muscle locks, then releases in a pulsing rhythm.

It’s intense because this is his first time, and it's with you, who called him sweet and pretty and kissed every part of him so tenderly. You stroke him through the throes of his orgasm, watching him twitch and release over your hand.

Jungwon trembles through every pulse, each one sending a ripple of sensation up his spine. His body is so sensitive now, overstimulated in the best way. Every gentle stroke you give him makes him flinch and whimper, his hips jerking weakly as he spills into your hand.

He can't even look at you, too dazed, too gone. His cheeks are wet with tears that slipped out without permission. His breathing is ragged and uneven.

And yet, despite the intensity of it all, there’s no regret. No embarrassment beyond the usual shyness, as he slowly comes down from that high. You bring your cum-covered hand up to your mouth and lick it clean, humming at the taste of his release on your tongue.

Jungwon’s eyes snap open the moment he sees what you’re doing.

You’re...licking your hand. Cleaning him off. Tasting him. And that soft hum, that little pleased sound on your tongue, sends a fresh wave of shock through his still-senseless body.

For a second, he just stares at you, wide-eyed and speechless… face burning hotter than ever before, if that's even biologically possible now.

"Taste so sweet too. My sweet little kitty. Did so well for me, baby." You shower him with praise, pressing a kiss onto his lips. Jungwon melts the second your lips meet his. The kiss is gentle. Not hungry or demanding, but loving. Affectionate.

Each praise that leaves your lips wraps around his heart like a warm blanket. He’s still dazed from coming, body lax and boneless against the bed, but now he feels cherished. Loved in a way that makes his eyes sting again. So when you pull back slightly after kissing him?

He immediately leans up to chase it, pressing another shy kiss onto your lips.

"Up for more kitty?" you ask with a grin, fingers clipping off your skirt as he nods enthusiastically.

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BTS COMEBACK 🖤

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FUCK THEY LOOK SO GOOD OH MY GOD #pleasecrackme

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WHAT IS THIS ABOUT PPL CALLING HIM 'CHUBBY' ARE U FUCKING INSANE?!? LIKE THAT'S LITERALLY BUFF DADA RIGHT THERE LIKE 🤤🤤🤤🤤 🤤if anyone calls him 'chubby' one more time, i will track down where you live, plant a bomb in your house then watch as it explodes ANYWAYSSSSS OMG SUNGHOON LOOKS SO DELICIOUS LIKE FUCKING LEMME AT EM' PLEASE-

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park sunghoon — THE PUSSY EATING COMPETITION!

P. munch!sunghoon x fem!reader (17+) | W. pussy eating (obv), squirting, oral, unprotected sex, cursing, multiple orgasms, munches jakehoon + munchwon , freakseung, subspace, biting, other shit i forgot | WC. 5.7k !! | A,N. this one’s for my babychels ! @ak4e7a ♡ … would anyone like a drabble about heeseung’s experience?

in which… jake convinces sunghoon to join a pussy eating competition with a bet !

“you want me to join the what?” sunghoon questioned, his thick eyebrows furrowed, plump lips parted in confusion.

“the pussy eating competition, bro!” jake rolled his eyes as he repeated his sentence for the third time already. reaching over to flick a concerned looking sunghoon’s forehead.

“and why the fuck would i join whatever the fuck that is?” he smacked jake’s hand away when the stinging pain rushed in his head. cursing jake more under his breath. “why the fuck not?” he huffed, “heeseung was at it yesterday, he won his stupid bet with jay.”

“they had a bet?” sunghoon closed his laptop, deciding that whatever notes he was about to take from their lecture can wait until he figures out if jake is being serious or not. “yeah, dude. jay bet heeseung fifty bucks if he could make his girl squirt three times in ten minutes.” jake chuckled at the memory.

“and heeseung won?” sunghoon questioned, eyebrows raised in anticipation this time as jake’s smile only widened. “won the bet in eight minutes and twenty six seconds.” he laughed, sunghoon wasn’t surprised or shocked in any way. he was surprised at jay’s idiocy of choosing ‘ten minutes’ when all heeseung has been doing since he got laid was boast about his squirting ability in their group chat.

and heeseung called himself ‘the pussy squirting fairy’ way too often for their liking.

and besides who even came up with this stupid competition in the first place? who even agreed to any of this? why did heeseung and jay join? and why the fuck was jake asking him to join too?

“listen bro it’s nothing serious— you go to the pussy eating competition center and ask to join in for a competition with someone— in that case that will be me, and then we’ll get to eat some fire pussy out for free so it’s really just a huge win situation.” jake rambled, balancing between his two feet as he continued to convince sunghoon to join in with him.

“we could even place a bet like hyung and jay did! ten minutes for three squirts is a good deal you know? it’s just that heeseung is a fucking frea—“ jake’s voice slowly got tuned out of sunghoon’s ear as he thought about this more.

considering all the possibilities of this competition that still sounded pretty unreal to him, was this a stupid idea? yes. should he trust jake? no. did he not believe this idea because it sounded like a dream? yes. was the last time that sunghoon got offered pussy around three months ago? unfortunately, yes. did he currently feel like a loser teenage boy with his pants tightening at the thought of eating pussy? … also yes.

but was this an opportunity for him to live up to his ‘certified munch hoon’ title though? yes. and was sunghoon going to take it? fuck yes.

“you could also tap out at any minute—“ “where can i apply?” sunghoon interrupted jake’s irritating speech. “it’s not tha— huh?” his eyes widened in surprised, “you want to join?” he tilted his head to the side in a puppy like manner, a twinkle of excitement in his gaze. “you said you were going to join too, right?” sunghoon eyed him warily, a wave of relief washing down on him when jake nodded with enthusiasm.

“you also said we could place bets, yeah?” he questioned, “yes! like the ten minutes for three squirts hyung mad—“ “make it five.” jake gaped at him, blinking his eyes in surprise. “what?”

his hand came up to rest on sunghoon’s shoulder as he tried to process his words, “five minutes?” his gaze became conflicted as the younger nodded, “five minutes for three?” jake tried to understand him more, really trying his best.

“five minutes for five squirts.” jake gulped.

“for a hundered bucks.”

well fuck.

sunghoon was on a mission.

wearing a white, sleeveless shirt along with jeans to make his movements easier, the shirt given to him by jake in order to ‘tell apart who got the more squirts’ according to the wetness that coated the white fabric.

he was now standing in line with jake, the shorter one walking with a slight bounce in his step from his excitement. “are you ready?” he whispered, eyes travelling all over the place where the competition was held.

countless other contestants from both genders aligned in the waiting line, each pair waiting their own turn, some going neck to neck with other friends and placing bets while others threw snarky glances at each other.

truly a competition for some.

“do we atleast get to pick who we get to eat out?” the taller sighed, his ebony locks sticking further to his temples due to his sweat, it was either unreasonably hot or sunghoon was weirdly nervous.

probably unreasonably hot. it was mid july after all.

“i don’t think so.. i didn’t ask hyung—“ “obviously no.” a foreign voice cut off jake, making the two turn around to greet another guy. that was also wearing a white shirt.

“it’s a competition. you don’t get to choose who you get to eat out.” he rolled his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing. god what an obnoxious attitude.

sunghoon rolled his eyes, “pipe the fuck down, jungwon. we get it you practically live here.” jake snapped back. running his fingers through his hair while he turned around. he looked unusually restless for sunghoon’s liking.

i mean, there was a whole hundred dollar bill on the table for this bet.

“park sunghoon and sim jaeyun! you’re up next.” the same guy who jotted down their names in his board, who sunghoon assumed was the manager— called both of their names up to the front.

where sunghoon wasn’t prepared to have his breath knocked out of his lungs so quickly.

as he and jake stepped up the smal staircase leading to the mini stage where two chairs were situated, there sat two girls. very very pretty girls. dreamlike pretty girls. one hundred percent sunghoon’s type. really really pretty gir—

“stop fucking staring like a creep.” jake elbowed him when he realised that sunghoon was basically two seconds away from drooling at the sight of you. sunghoon covered his awkward staring with a strained cough. lowering his head and unknowingly bringing attention to his reddening ears.

which at the sight of, you chuckled.

and sunghoon’s knees almost buckled.

“take your respective positions and be prepared.” the manager, who sunghoon caught a brief glance at the name tag of— mark. ordered them around. sunghoon stepped closer towards you. who stared at him with the most alluring glint in your eyes. you were wearing a pink top with pink lace panties that were covered by a feather light towel. don’t ask how he noticed them.

“hi.. i’m sunghoon.” he spoke awkwardly, extending out his hand towards yours. finding his demeanour adorable, you quickly shook his hand. a smile gracing your features as you introduced yourself to him.

three months shouldn’t be that much time since he got with a girl but it felt like it was centuries ago. especially with the way his heart began to thump thump thump! between his ribs weirdly.

he spared a swift glance to jake, just in time to catch him throwing a flirtatious wink towards his own girl. goodness that dude was a freak himself.

“spare the introductions and get into your positions, what was your bet again?” mark quickly muttered, glancing at the paper in his hand and back at jake and sunghoon. pushing his glasses above the bridge of his nose.

“a hundred bucks.” jake spoke, puffing out his chest in anxiety, “and that’s for ten minutes right? three orgasms in ten?” mark nodded as he wrote down the timing on his paper.

“no actually… it’s five minutes.” jake bit his lips, sunghoon shook his head in slight disbelief and embarrassment at the current situation they were in right now. totally ignoring the fact that there were two drop dead gorgeous girls whispering and giggling right behind them both.

“five minutes for three?” mark questioned, his eyebrows raising in surprise that increased when sunghoon quickly shook his head in denial, “five minutes for five.” mark blinked.

a slight echoing line of ooo’s made their way into jake and sunghoon’s reddened ears, embarrassment crawling up their backs as mark awkwardly cleared his throat and nodded to their words. quickly changing the numbers on the timer and scribbling a few other random sentences on his board.

“we’ll shortly start the timer and the competition will begin.” he stepped back allowing the two to inch back towards the girls, jake spared a quick glance at mark who was now holding onto the alarm clock between his fingers before lowering down to his knees in front of the chair.

sunghoon swiftly followed suit, dropping onto his knees and lifting his head right between your legs to welcome the heavenly view. gosh you looked divine.

“five for five, hm?” you cheekily smiled at him, a sight that made the boy’s heart throb with the sudden need to always make you smile. he nodded shyly, his slightly wavy locks ruffling in his hair in a fluffy manner at the motion. “better not disappoint.” you then discarded the towel to the ground.

“oh i for sure won’t.” sunghoon smirked, a wave of confidence descending on him at the sight of your soaked cunt so close to his face, he could practically taste your leaking essence from the side of your panties.

“on your marks..” the young manager called out, sunghoon skilfully pulled apart your plush thighs, placing your legs on top of his shoulders as jake did the same besides him. you quickly laid back towards the table behind you on your elbows, giving sunghoon full access to anything and everything.

“get set..” mark called out, eyes glued on the button that will start the timer while sunghoon pushed the tip of his nose against your slit, the contact making you hum in delight as his tip pressed against your throbbing clit while your essence soaked through the thin fabric and onto his skin.

he poked his tongue out just slightly, brushing against your sopping hole restricted by the lace fabric that began to slightly irritate him, and sunghoon was gone.

pineapples. cotton candy. cranberries. straight sugar. you tasted otherworldly. it was not surprising that you would taste delicious as you probably do take care of yourself to the best of your ability because of this competition, but for you to taste this dizzying? to have an essence and nectar that melted against his tastebuds like honey?

sunghoon was gone.

“go!” and just like that, sunghoon’s brain was replaced by a horny puddle of mush inside of his skull. unaware of the fact that he pushed and teared your panties to the side, aiming to lick a long, tantalising stripe starting from your hole till he reached your clit where he applied pressure.

the action made your hand shoot towards his head, gripping a handful of his soft hair in your hands as his tongue circled and pushed against your sensitive nub, his large fingers pried your thighs apart when they began to push against him. normally, sunghoon wouldn’t mind getting suffocated by plush and soft thighs like this. yet today, he couldn’t lose a hundered dollar bill against jake. out of all people.

and fucking jake was going at it next to him. making all sorts of wet noises that had his girl throwing her head back in pleasure. while the timer struck twenty five seconds.

fuck, he only had thirty five seconds left for the first minute.

that’s when sunghoon decided to let go of all of his restraints, allowing all the walls he kept to crumble right apart when he pushed your legs around his head, one hand holding your leg to keep your pressed against him as you needed the extra support while the other pushed his middle and ring finger deep inside of you.

a squeal left your mouth when sunghoon attached his plump lips around your clit. sucking and slurping so loudly, obscene noises followed by your moans and the ticking of the timer barely made their way past sunghoon’s ringing ears. he was completely out of it.

he thrusted his finger in and out. quickly in and out. too busy closing his eyes to savour your flavour on his tongue to take notice of the multiple webs of wetness that connected his knuckles and your entrance. his fingers reached so deep, they were so long and the perfect size to cause the most delicious burn in your walls as he stretched them open.

right when the timer hit forty seconds, sunghoon’s fingertip brushed against your sweet spot.

you mewled his name, back arching off of the table as he hummed in delight at the realisation, “found it, didn’t i? it’s right. here.” he accentuated every word with another thrust against the spot that had you seeing stars. you nodded mindlessly as the knot in your abdomen curled on itself the longer sunghoon abused your cunt.

“f-fuck yes! right there, baby. right there.” you encouraged him, moans increasing in volume the harsher sunghoon sucked around your clit, his fingers became even more restless after the sudden petname. baby. that’s right, he was your baby. the only one that will please you from now on.

“yeah, pretty girl? feels good doesn’t it?” sunghoon spoke against your clit, each word sending a vibration right against your spine as pleasure raked through your body in rough waves. it suddenly felt like you were the only two in the world. your surroundings melting in an instant as you gasped his name and praised him for making you feel so good. so ecstatic.

fifty seconds in, and that’s when the coil in your abdomen suddenly snapped.

your climax washed over you out of nowhere, such an intense and speedy build up that you weren’t even able to process anything till you started to shake under sunghoon’s hold. your wetness was dripping down his forearm as he fucked you through your orgasm, each thrust of his finger made your squirt land over his shirt.

first sixty seconds was a complete and easy success.

“first minute is done! one point for sunghoon, and one point for jaeyun.” mark called out. shit, so that fucker also managed to keep up with him then?

he still had four minutes to redeem himself. with the way he was able to easily make you squirt from the first fifty seconds he felt like he knew your body inside out. knew exactly which buttons to push and what nerve to pull to coax out another orgasm out of you. there was no way he was losing.

“minute two starting now!” mark’s voice reached sunghoon’s ears in a muffled manner as he pressed your twitching legs closer to his shoulders, this time sunghoon pushed his long tongue inside of your gushing hole. a lustful glint in his eyes as he reached his slender fingers towards your clit.

rubbing slow, torturous but powerful circles on your aching nub while he licked all over your walls, slurping against your wetness that leaked down his chin and made its way down his neck, fuck he was so addicted to your flavour.

your moans became weaker as your body tried to calm down from your previous orgasm, such a mind blowing climax washing down on your body so suddenly made your head spin. and sunghoon was already overstimulating you as he worked towards another orgasm. fuck. you, yourself were done for under him.

he felt so good. so skilled as he satisfied and pleasured you in ways you’ve never felt before. his strong, muscular arms keeping your legs open as he buried his face so mindlessly between them, diving into your wetness with no other care in the world as if he was born to do this.

he lived to devour pussy. truly suitable for a competition like this.

“gonna give me another one hm?” twenty nine seconds.

“think you can handle another one, babydoll?” he taunted, barely pulling out his tongue to speak before burying it back inside of you, his fingers never halting to a stop as they began to pinch and pull at your clit. the familiar tightening in your lower stomach made your mind reel while your silence began to frustrate sunghoon.

that’s when he landed a harsh slap against your clit. the sudden pain and pleasure making you jolt under his hold as you nearly screamed out his name. “y-yes, yes i can! please, i’ll give you as many as you want!” you cried out, your broken begs rushing directly into his aching cock in the confines of his jeans. exactly what he needed to hear.

“what a good fucking girl, hm? such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?” he mocked, hand resorting back to circling on your clit as he buried himself in your folds, his nose brushed up against his fingers while he thrusted his tongue in and out of you stimulating you in the best ways possible.

thirty seven seconds was all it took for sunghoon to make you squirt on him for the second time. in the span of a minute and a half.

he slapped against your leaking hole while you convulsed beneath him, each slap getting his shirt wetter which signalled mark to announce “minute two half way done, two points for sunghoon and one for jaeyun!”

jake’s noise of surprised went unnoticed by sunghoon, almost half way in. he thought to himself as he lifted your limp legs off of his shoulders and balanced himself on his knees again.

he pressed your legs together, making your swollen, glistening folds puff up one each other while your nectar slipped out of your hole in heavy, clear droplets. sunghoon wanted to do nothing more than to slurp it all up.

without wasting anymore time, he pushed his mouth against your cunt, kissing up against your folds as the timer showcased fifty seconds, as cocky as this might sound but he already knew he won. especially when he inhaled your scent deeply and pushed his nose and mouth onto your entrance again. successful in making you scream his name this time.

he held your shaking legs up with one hand, grip strong and tight as he relished in your flavour running down his throat. so addicted as he ate you out like a drunk man. completely high on your pussy. he sucked and licked and kissed everywhere so noisily.

sucking up your swollen and sensitive folds into his mouth, coating every inch of your skin in his saliva that combined with your own wetness before returning to slurp around your clit. his mind was reeling. becoming a mushy piece of muscle in his head as the only thought that drove him to continue was to make you squirt again.

“minute three starting now, with two points to sunghoon and two points to jaeyun. yet another tie!” fuck, jake was catching up.

but sunghoon for some reason was starting to not mind.. call it the euphoria of getting high off of pussy or anything else. he no longer wanted to do this to beat jake and win a hundred dollars. he wanted to do this because it felt good. you felt good.

and just like that, he began to indulge himself in your cunt entirely. surrendering and making his rational side disappear as he hummed and moaned at your taste. shaking his head from side to side as he slurped you up so well. drooling your essence further down his chin as he pleasured you because it was his own pleasure.

each moan of his sent shocks around you body. your surroundings blurring as the air around you became electrified. goosebumps aligning your skin when you felt another climax building up gradually in your abdomen. the longer he spent humming around your clit and buzzing up your whole body the further you felt your consciousness slipping away from your fingertips.

guess you couldn’t really handle it after all.

it was at three minutes and fifteen seconds when sunghoon made you squirt for the third time.

your hands shot to grip onto the chair that was by now shaking with your body, hot white ecstasy blinding your vision as your climax washed down on your body in violent waves one after the other. and sunghoon just kept going. noisily slurping up everything you offered. he was being so embarrassingly loud as he kept rubbing his face into your cunt, getting your wetness all over his face and jaw. overstimulating you more with each passing second while your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“three minutes and twenty seconds in! three points for sunghoon and two for jake!” mark announced, his voice becoming unusually strained as the sight of the two men on their knees doing their best to pleasure their girls was starting to get to him.

it was his least favourite part of his job when he started to feel a tightening in his pants.

“so good for me, doll. we only need two more, come on. you can give it to me right?” you nodded with your head spinning. a dizzying sense of pleasure raking through your veins. sunghoon settled down for gentle bites across your thighs, giving you a few moments to cool down as he looked up.

big mistake.

the sight of you had one of his hands shooting down towards his raging boner that began uncontrollably twitching between his boxers. your pretty pink tank top ridden up revealing the underside of the plush skin of your breasts, a sheen layer of sweat coating your body as you breathed in deeply to calm your heart down when it felt like it was seconds away from bursting.

your fucked out expression is what did it for him. eyes hazed and high off pleasure. drunk on the feeling of his plump lips on your swollen cunt that tightened around nothing. sunghoon was so fucked.

“so needy for me isn’t she..?” he whispered only for you to hear, fascinated in the way your gaping hole winked at him. spilling out more of your sweet nectar that became sunghoon’s favourite drug in the matter of a few minutes. you grew flustered at his words, lifting your arm up t cover your eyes while sunghoon blew on your pussy teasingly.

discarding the competition and the fact that there were people around him, sunghoon quickly lifted himself up, leaning his body forward above yours as he began to hover on top of you. your breath hitched at the close proximity while sunghoon smiled adorably, showcasing you his pretty fangs that were sinking down your thighs just a few seconds ago.

“ready to give me another one, little girl?” he whispered. so so close to your face that his wet lips that were covered in your essence brushed against yours with every word. you nodded shyly, slowly getting fucked into subspace as your mind began to shut down. eyes blinking slowly while sunghoon pushed his long fingers back inside of you. gosh you were so cute.

three minutes and thirty two seconds in, and you were gripping onto sunghoon’s bicep that pushed his fingers inside of you deeper.

you were mewling and whimpering his name so prettily. so perfect and delicate under him. under his control allowing him to do anything with your body and it was driving him crazy. he couldn’t hold himself back when he finally pushed his lips against yours.

you moaned so endearingly under him. kissing him back so eagerly as his fingertip massaged your sweet spot making you bite gently on his lower lip. he groaned into your mouth as he fucked his fingers quicker. hitting all your spots with each thrust and making you see stars while he sucked on the tip of your tongue.

he didn’t care that he could be breaking rules right now. did not give a singular flying fuck that mark could be looking around confused wondering if this was accepted. and certainly did not even mind when jake scored his third point. all he wanted and needed right now was for you to cum for him as many times as possible. he needed to feel you tightening as your euphoria made you fall apart in his hold. it was a pleasure that he got addicted to.

“you close baby? feeling good hm?” he didn’t even need you to respond to him. not when your cunt was doing all the talking by clenching and drooling down his wrist. sucking in three of his fingers in so deeply he could only imagine how incredible you would feel around his cock, but in reality he shouldn’t imagine that right now. not when his dick was about to practically rip apart his boxers.

“s’close hoon.. so so close!” you blabbered, brain completely shutting down as you couldn’t tell apart your orgasm and overstimulation anymore. all you could feel and process was the unbelievable amount of pure ecstatic pleasure rushing throughout your whole body so wonderfully that it had you digging your nails into his back. your legs going numb under you as your knot tightened and tightened for the fourth time. almost done.

“come on, babydoll. cum for me like the good girl that you are.” he whispered against your neck and that was enough for you to squirt around his fingers again. he kept fucking into you, riding out your orgasm as your throat was no longer able to produce any noises, only soft whispers of pleads reaching sunghoon’s ear as he scored his fourth point easily.

he kissed along your jawline when he stilled his fingers inside of you, “please what, pretty girl?” he asked, already having a fleeting wild thought in his head that he discarded because he might actually lose his sanit— “i need your cock please. please for the last one, please fuck me.” holy fuck.

“three minutes and fifty six seconds in! four points for sunghoon and three for jaey— why are you taking your pants o?—“ mark’s voice became unreasonably loud towards the end but sunghoon was on a mission.

five squirts is five squirts. a hundred dollar bill is a hundred dollar bill. he’s not about to lose any of this because he didn’t push his cock into a pretty little hole like yours. no he was about to make his win a double win.

sunghoon pushed down both his jeans and boxers down in one go, his leaking cock springing out the tight pieces of fabric with multiple lines of precum dribbling down to his balls, thick mushroom tip that’s a fiery red throbbing in need and desire while your swollen hole gaped at him.

yeah he was gonna lose if he didn’t fuck you for sure.

“you ready, doll?” he asked as if he hadn’t spent the past few minutes stretching you out so nicely. you nodded so eagerly at his words. mouth watering at the sight of his veiny, thick cock pulsating so deliciously in front of you. he was so big. such a perfect size for stretching you out more.

he pushed the head of his cock in and god was he huge. you gasped around his lips when he gave you a few seconds to adjust before pushing his entire length in, bottoming out quicker than anticipated, but sunghoon didn’t care.

he couldn’t care less about the fact that he was fucking you in front of random people right now. why should he care when he knew he was going to bring you home by the end of the day and slither his way into your life after this? in fact, people should be glad because this will be the last time you’ll be seen here.

because he’s planning on having you in strawberry pink lingeries between his silky satin sheets for the rest of his life.

so technically, everyone should be glad they’re getting a show of you both right now. because it’ll be the last one.

“so deep hoon.. so fuckin’ deep..” you mewled, eyes shutting in pleasure when he slightly pulled out, barely by an inch before he thrusted back in. he felt the way your warm walls pulsed around his cock needily. sucking him back in with each movement as if they were not allowing him to pull out at all. so needy and so desperate to have something, anything to plug up your slutty hole.

“feeling good, pretty girl?” he asked, lowering his hand to press on the evident bulge that appeared on your lower stomach. the feeling made the two of you groan in pleasure, sunghoon was fleeting through cloud nine. he couldn’t believe how he went on with his life for so many years without spending each passing inside your cunt. so many time wasted when he could’ve been drunk on the heaven between your legs.

“s’good! so good, hoon.” gasping out the new petname that had his eyes rolling back, he glanced at the timer that was held by a flustered mark, palming his raging boner through his pants and noticed “four minutes and twenty nine seconds.” yeah the game was his. he won.

he switched his position, balancing himself back on his legs as he gripped your thighs, wrapping them around his waist while he sunk his cock in deeper. relishing in the sight of you throwing your head back when he penetrated you so good. the tip of his dick kissing against your cervix harshly. and just like that, he began to pound inside of you.

your unrestrained moans tumbled past your lips at his harsh thrusts. body being lit ablaze with mind numbing pleasure that enlivened every part of you. a different, never felt before kind of thrill rushed through your being. a fervent sensation that you’ve never experienced, one only brought to you by sunghoon as he continued to fuck you. determined on making you crumble completely around his cock.

and his wish was about to be granted with the way your abdomen began to tighten. exhaustion creeping up on you along with an almost scary build up of your climax. you were about to get knocked out with this one and you felt it.

“come on, angel. give me another one. the final one, i know you can do it, doll.” he encouraged, pressing his hand on his bulge that disappeared and appeared with every one of his thrusts, his large hand applying the perfect amount of pressure to have your head spin again. seconds away from cumming on his cock for the first time. his tip pressed and massaged all of your spots perfectly. “it’s right here, isn’t it? this is where you’re weak for me.” he chuckled.

you were slowly losing consciousness at this rate, body burning with euphoria that flashed through your limbs. “f-fuck i’m s’close! hoon— fuck!” you screamed his name as you felt your pleasure crashing down on you for the fifth time. walls tightening and clenching mercilessly making sunghoon hiss in pain while you squirted all over his abdomen.

the pressure from your orgasm made it hard for him to thrust back, but he continued. “and five points for sunghoon! at four minutes and fifty one seconds! park sunghoon is the winner of the pussy eating competition!” a new voice cheered from behind him, one that belonged to a taller manager that appeared since mark had to leave for a quick and ‘urgent’ bathroom break, making his best friend, johnny announce the winner.

but did the winner in question care right now? not really.

ignoring jake’s protests of disappointment and the sounds of his girl comforting him and finding him being upset adorable, also ignoring jake’s yells of shock and disbelief when he looked over and realised that sunghoon was currently balls deep inside of his girl. “i didn’t know you could literally fuck?!” he practically screamed at johnny as his girl tried to hold him back from jumping the taller guy.

yet all of this, went unnoticed by both you and sunghoon. who was now chasing his own pleasure inside of your divine pussy that kept trying to push him out while your back arched in his hold, pushing your chest against his as your body shook with complete overstimulation. he buried himself so deep inside of you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he hugged you when he pressed his tip against your cervix entirely before shooting his load inside of you.

both of you groaned in pleasure, sunghoon whimpering your name as his climax came down on him with intense ecstasy that coursed through his body. each nerve ending of his blazing with fire while his mind melted. you felt so unreal.

he finally came down from his high, allowing the two of you to catch your breaths as he was rooted still so deep inside of you. “you okay, doll?” he mumbled lowly only for you to hear, panting on your skin while you nodded tiredly, eyes clearly droopy and sleepy making him chuckle. finding all of your expressions so adorable.

“you did so good for me, little girl.” he kissed your lips, savouring the taste of you on his tongue and lips before he gently pulled away. pulling his softening length out and quickly fixing his clothing before grabbing your discarded towel to help clean you up. unaware of the fact that there was a looming, pissed jaeyun behind him like his shadow.

“what the fuck sunghoon!?” he suddenly yelled, making the two of you jump in surprise before you tiredly looked over and sunghoon angrily turned around. “the fuck are you yelling for?” he furrowed his eyebrows, seriously what was this dude thinking right now?

“you cheated!” he pointed his finger, eyes wide with the accusation as sunghoon only glanced at him one more time before returning to assist you. “didn’t he basically cheat?!” the shorter one turned around to face johnny who was too busy flirting with the next contestants, “yeah yeah you could do anything as long as you make the girl squirt, sim” he waved him off.

“why the fuck am i just knowing this?!”

at the end of the competition, sunghoon— as predicted won. he walked out of that place with not only an upset jaeyun and a hundred dollar bill, but also the love of his life.

a,note. thanks for reading !! (⺣◡⺣)♡

[jung-koook]

he looks so husband ♡

[hoonsonenonly]

smoking hot history professor, who has the right opinions about everything, who i hooked up with over summer break and now teaches my class. (will 100% continue to hook up with him then listen to him explain the french revolution after. ps the glasses stay ON)

[hoonsonenonly]

My Playlist #03 - God, you look so pretty When you tell me that you love me

𑣲⋆ Song Teaser - Where Sunghoon is just incredibly in love with his gorgeous, perfect girlfriend. ⋆˚✰ ݁˖⭑.ᐟ

𝄞𑣲⋆ artists - sunghoon x fem! reader 𝄞𑣲⋆ content warnings - established relationship, pure unadulterated fluff, sunghoon is down bad, domestic relationship, wholesome lemme know if i missed anything <3 𝄞𑣲⋆ title track - Self Aware by Temper City

𝄞𑣲⋆ Eunnie's lyrics- can u tell I feel earth-shatteringly single rn? *loudest sigh ever* 😪

Sunghoon is exhausted.

All he wants to do now is go home to his beautiful girlfriend and eat dinner with her, then cuddle with her as they fall asleep. He hurries into the elevator to their apartment complex with that exact thought echoing in his head like a mantra.

Pushing open the door to their apartment, he smiles as he slips out of his shoes. He hears the pitter-patter of feet next, and his smile widens out of instinct.

"Hi, baby," you say in your soft, honeyed voice, and Sunghoon almost melts into a puddle on the floor. You're staring at him with that gentle affection sparkling in your eyes, lips curved into a pretty smile that shows off your dimples, dressed in an oversized shirt, unmistakably his, with the way it almost reaches your knees.

"Hi, princess," he says gently, tone soft in a way only reserved for you, as he drops his bag to the floor to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, burying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your cocoa moisturizer and something inherently you that makes his head spin.

You wrap your hands around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape, nails scraping against his scalp gently. "Tired, sweetheart?" you ask softly. The touch sends a shiver through him. Your gentle fingers slide through his jet-black hair. That tiny sensation, the light pressure, the rhythmic movement, sent waves of comfort through him. It was so simple, so domestic; yet it unraveled that knot of tiredness in his chest. Sunghoon leaned into it instinctively, pressing closer to you like a cat seeking pets.

"Better now," he mumbles against your neck, and you chuckle, planting a kiss on the side of his head. "Go shower and come eat with me, darling. You took way too long, and I'm fucking starving," you huff as you push him back by the shoulders, but he refuses to move, whining against your neck.

"Just a minute more,"

"Go change out of your outside clothes, and you'll get all the cuddles you want, baby."

He pulls back from you reluctantly, a pout plastered on his lips. "Stop being such a baby, go change," you say with a laugh, pushing him towards your bedroom.

He walks out 15 minutes later in some sweats and an old t-shirt that probably needs to be thrown out. Hair still damp from his shower, he stalks over to the kitchen, where you're standing at the stove, probably heating up dinner.

He leans against the fridge, eyes trained on you, simply staring as you talk to him about your day. His eyes trace over the outline of your pretty face, the way your hands move about animatedly as you talk about a client who pissed you off, the way you smile when you tell him that the barista at Starbucks complimented your outfit, the way your velvety laugh rings out at your own jokes, quoting memes mid-conversation.

He loves this domesticity; coming home to you every day is the only thing that keeps him sane at work, knowing that he's going to go home to you, your animated talking, your random memes, your dulcet laugh, and your gorgeous face.

God, he's so in love with you, isn't he?

He doesn't realize when you've stopped talking, too lost in his own thoughts to realize that you're just staring at him in confusion, eyebrows furrowed together. "Hoonie? Where'd you go?"

Unable to resist any longer, he strides towards you, cupping your face in both his hands, "You are so beautiful, my love," he says in the most smitten tone ever, eyes sparkling with pure affection, mirroring your own.

It's rare for him to show affection so openly. He's always been a bit more reserved, but you can't say you hate this side of him at all. You flush in his hands, a smile spreading across your face, "Really?" you ask quietly, and he nods, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

"Have I ever lied to you, Y/n?" he asks with a smile, hands leaving your face to rest on your waist, pulling you closer.

"Umm...yes, you have, Park Sunghoon. That day at the carnival, you said you had "epic shooting skills" and then proceeded to make me pay for five tries of that shooting game because you wanted to be an 'awesome boyfriend' and win me a teddy bear." You deadpanned, hand braced on his shoulder as he groans, "That was ONE TIME! COME ON!"

You giggle at his exasperated reaction, and Sunghoon's lips tug upwards on their own accord.

"You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?"

"Nope, never ever in the history of time. But, you got something out of it too..."

"What? You teasing me about it till my death?"

"That was the day I fell for your loser aura, Park Sunghoon, be grateful. Why do you think I kept paying for your tries?"

He laughs at that, a wide grin spreading across his face, fangs on display. "My loser aura? Are you saying you're in love with me because I'm a loser? Okay, ouch. Ya' think you know someone." He huffs.

You laugh at that, head tipping back. "Yes, Sunghoon-ah, I am in love with you because you're a loser. But you're my loser now, aren't ya'?" you say with a cheesy grin. Sunghoon seems to melt at that, the lovesick smile never leaving his lips as he cups your face again.

"God, you look so pretty when you tell me that you love me," he sighs onto your lips reverently, eyes shining with love and affection so deep you feel it in your bones. "I love you too, baby. More than you'll ever know," he says, the low timbre of his voice dripping with adoration.

That's when you know, you're going to spend the rest of your life with Park Sunghoon.

[romancentold]

☤ TEETH: Seoul City 박성훈⸝.ᐟ⋆

ᐟ⋆ S you have a strict “never fuck park sunghoon again” policy in motion. but unfortunately, he’s got a big mouth, an even bigger dick, and absolutely zero intentions of letting you keep your promises.

part of the teeth series (events take place between chapter fourteen and chapter fifteen) but can be read as a standalone.

𝓦 。ᐟ smut (p in v) MDNI ⨾ angry rough sex, angst, alcohol consumption, brat tamer/dom sunghoon, reader is horny and rageful, jealousy, sunghoon is an asshole, public sex, unprotected sex (#don’t), there’s just so so much filth, pussy drunk sunghoon, they’re too kinky and freaked out, he ties her up with his tie, ft. drunk babygirl heeseung PAIRING 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 ۶ৎ 𝘧𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 💿 playlist WC 23k

𝓢ummer。23k words is diabolical but oh well. i excluded several warnings so… prepare to be surprised (i'm severely unwell.) anyways happy new year my little freaks 🥂 may 2026 bring you everything your heart (and other parts) desire. mwah mwah!!!

You wonder if anyone here in this banquet hall has the slightest clue that you and Park Sunghoon have spent the last four days pretending the other doesn’t exist. 

Well, “pretending” is putting it generously considering you’ve still got faint bruises from where his hands were pressed into your thigh four days ago when he had you bent over a classroom desk with your panties shoved aside and his ringed fingers fucking you open so slowly and so deeply until your brain shorted out completely and all you could see behind your closed eyes was light and stars and his name written everywhere. Then, of course, there was the day after that, where your face was pressed into silk in a vacant room in his father’s hotel as he fucked you so hard your legs shook all the way back home. Oh, and let’s not forget when he—

Okay. Uh. So, obviously, there is something severely wrong with you.

Maybe the better question is whether anyone here can tell that whatever exists between you only really exists in the negative space between arguments and the furious, hungry way you tear into each other like starving animals with no sense of control and even less shame. (Like, genuinely less than zero.)

Probably not. No one ever looks at Seoul’s precious business prodigy and imagines he’s capable of losing control, let alone decorum. Meanwhile, you’re the only one who knows he’s actually the most insufferable asshole to ever exist.

Whatever. No one here even has basic instincts, let alone intuition. From the outside, you look serene and every bit the beloved perfect porcelain doll perched exactly where she belongs on her little shelf beside her ‘fiancé,’ and that’s all anyone notices, which is what matters, right? So really, who cares if from the inside you’re vibrating with this horribly specific urge to either smash Sunghoon’s stupidly pretty face into the nearest marble or drag him by the tie into an empty room and let him fuck you senseless? (Preferably both.) (In that order.)

Time out. 

You care. Obviously, you care. Hello? Pull yourself together and get the hell out of your own head. This freakishly insane sex thing cannot keep happening.

Also, you are literally at a formal event with cameras and vultures in designer circling everywhere, drooling for a singular misstep. For God’s sake, your sweet, sweet parents are here, hovering somewhere near the front, trying (and failing) not to look obvious as they peek over their champagne flutes and watch you with that unmistakable cocktail of pride, hope, and a reasonable dash of parental concern. Every time you catch their eye, they break into these ridiculous, adoring smiles and wave at you like you’re still six years old and twirling onstage in a tutu instead of swanning through a ballroom with the devil himself hanging off your arm. And by an incredible mercy from the universe, they’re also just as completely and spectacularly oblivious to the fact that their darling, beloved daughter is currently one blasphemously filthy Sunghoon-shaped thought away from turning the whole family legacy into a cautionary tale whispered at every future gathering in this vicinity.

Not to fucking mention, the two of you fucking around cannot keep happening, not just because it’s monumentally stupid or a total violation of basic common sense, but because of the kind of consequences you don’t even want to think about. You’d like to say regret is one of those consequences, but that would be a lie so bold that you fear the heavens might actually smite you where you stand. Normal people (sane people) would probably lie awake at night, mortified and consumed by guilt or, at the very least, a sense of shame, but you? Oh, you lie awake restlessly (and terribly, terribly horny) replaying every minute, genuinely wondering whether anyone else in the long and sordid history of the human race has ever been fucked the way Park Sunghoon fucks you. 

So, what damning consequences are there then, if not sorrows and prayers? Well, none other than your best friend finding out. Not Sunoo (God bless his messy little heart). No, the true terror is having to look Jang “I’ll kill us both” Wonyoung in the eye and admit you fucked Sunghoon again after swearing (for the third… maybe fourth? time) that you wouldn’t. Oh, the thought alone makes you grimace. So seriously, get it together and stop thinking about fucking Sunghoon. Literally and figuratively. 

You catch a glimpse of yourself in one of the mirrors as you pass, and it honestly defies belief even to you that beneath all this Prada and these pearls, your brain is hosting the kind of thoughts that would make the devil blush. Your skin is bare from your neck to just below your collarbones, except for a double strand of pearls tight around your throat, which right now feels more like a leash than an accessory (Especially when it’s practically one more deep breath away from strangling you, and not even in the fun, kinky way). You’re still wearing that disgusting diamond ring, too, which is a reminder so gaudy it feels like it hums with radioactive energy every time you move your hand, so you do your best to pretend it’s just another ring. And of course, not a single soul in the room is trying to hide the fact that they’re watching your every move as if you’re just another centerpiece for them to look at. At least the lilies in the flower arrangements have the luxury of being replaced before they wilt.

You smile and keep walking anyway. They want the show? They’re getting the fucking show.

“Stop yanking my arm,” Sunghoon suddenly mutters from the side of his mouth and gets you out of your thoughts. “Can you pay attention for five seconds? You’re practically dragging me across the room. Fucking relax.”

“I’m not yanking your arm,” you hiss back, smiling wider for the cameras that are flashing so aggressively you’re about two seconds away from developing epilepsy. “I’m walking at a normal pace. Like a normal, non-corpse person. And I am completely, one-hundred-percent fucking relaxed—”

“For the love of God, stop talking” he cuts you off under his breath, sounding highly irritated while also keeping that artificial, picture-perfect smile glued to his face. “You’re literally clenching.”

“Oh, am I?” you mock, still keeping your face perfectly poised for the people passing by as the photographers move on to their next target. “Funny, you didn’t seem to complain about that last time. Should I do that thing you liked to make it better? What was it you said? ‘Just like thaaat, just stay right there and let me—’

Sunghoon immediately turns his head and gives you a look that says he’s half a second away from dragging you back to the car. Which, frankly, would solve nothing except maybe you’d finally get the chance to scream at him again. Or Worse. 

“That’s not funny.”

You let a quiet little laugh slip when you see the way he clenches his jaw out of anger. “It’s hilarious, actually.”

No one can tell that the two of you are dysfunctional. Right?

Eventually, after collapsing back into your chair and listening to a very tipsy Heeseung’s soliloquy about god-knows-what (something about how he’d trade this entire table for a bowl of Ramen right now) for about thirty minutes, you make the fatal mistake of tuning into the conversation across from you, and you have to blink three times just to make sure you’re not hallucinating and that it actually is Park Sunghoon who your very own dad is coddling right now. 

Oh. Okay.

This is a fresh new circle of hell you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy, which is ironic, considering the enemy in question is Park Sunghoon himself. And he is actually, somehow (terrifyingly), bonding with your sweet, sweet dad. Over what? You’d really rather not know. But it started with your dad making some offhand, dad-tier reference to Fight Club, and that was all it took. Next thing you know, Heeseung gleefully launches Sunghoon into the conversation by saying, “Oh, oh! Hoon here made me watch that movie last week!” and Sunghoon, the absolute bastard, does the unthinkable. Instead of being normal and silent and brooding in his usual haunted-castle-inhabitant way, he slips seamlessly into the conversation like this is his true calling and starts quoting the movie to your dad with a shit-eating grin, dropping lines like—“The things you own end up owning you,”—as if he’s a misunderstood film major on the low and not, in fact, the reason you’re contemplating unspeakable sins in a public venue.

You shoot your dad a look of pure horror as he throws his head back and pats Sunghoon on the shoulder with the kind of giddy, fatherly approval that makes you want to crawl under the table and die. Et tu, Father Dearest?

So, you do the only reasonable thing in this scenario: you drag Sunghoon up by the arm and decide to begin the slow, torturous death march of personally greeting every partner, every board member, and just every single socialite whose name slips through your brain like water the second they’re said. Sunghoon does most of the talking, and of course, he’s charming enough to get away with it, but if you listen closely, you’ll notice that his voice is empty and detached and the literal conversational equivalent of reading off cue cards in his head. Though you could never deny that he knows how to work a room with ease, and it honestly just pisses you off even more. But whatever. You smile and tilt your chin the way you’ve seen in all the glossy press photos and let yourself be admired like a well-funded project that’s shiny enough to distract everyone from the fact that you’d rather be anywhere else… But if you have to spend one more minute watching him shake hands and trade pleasantries with men who would sell their own daughters for a sliver of what he has, you swear you’ll—

“Y/N, darling!” A woman coos, and you recognize her vaguely as the wife of one of those partners but can’t for the life of you be bothered to remember her name (you really need to work on that) as she leans in, lips painted the same shade of insincerity as her smile. “You look absolutely radiant. Your mother must be so proud. I just saw her, actually.” Her eyes flick over you once before she sighs delicately. “But oh—we were all so terribly concerned when you weren’t able to join us for the launch dinner in Tokyo last week. The press simply had a field day with it, didn’t they?”

What a treat. 

You’d almost give her points for how sweet she makes it sound if you weren’t already an expert at translating vultures. And you’ve doomscrolled online speculations enough to know exactly how much everyone here enjoyed your so-called absence that night, so she really didn’t need to spell it out. But again, points for trying. Sunghoon tightens his grip on your arm when you lightly huff a laugh, and you can tell it’s his “please don’t start” warning squeeze. 

So naturally, you start. 

“Oh. Thank you for your concern. You know, I figured Tokyo would survive a night without me. Last I heard, the city’s still standing, so it seems I was right. I’m glad it gave everyone something to talk about, though.” You pause just long enough for her to register the dig before you sweetly add with a smile, “But really, thank you for your kindness. It means the world.”

The woman blinks about three times like she’s processing your tone, but she recovers quickly and laughs like you’ve just told the funniest joke in the world. “Oh, bless your heart. What a charming girl.” She turns back to her husband, loops her arm through his with a satisfied smile, and then gestures back in your direction with a manicured hand as she walks away. “Isn’t she just lovely? No wonder they’re a couple, those two.”

(What a charming girl. Vulture translation? What a bitch.)

You sip what’s left of your champagne and nod. “Thank youuuu.”

That earns you a quick side eye and one of those Sunghoon specials: the silent, soul murdering scoff, and it truly takes everything in you not to grin. Instead, you look up at him with your lashes fluttering, all doe-eyed and sweet like you’ve never said anything wrong in your life. There’s the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth, gone as quickly as it appears with a flicker of something very close to amusement in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. You just keep smiling and let him steer you away as you tuck yourself tighter against his side with your head held high.

Sunghoon doesn’t say anything until you’re a safe distance away and no one’s close enough to pretend they aren’t listening. “That’s the third time you’ve scared someone off tonight,” He mutters, and there’s… a flash of worry hidden under the irritation in his eyes as he jabs his chin towards the champagne glass in your hand. “Slow down with that, will you?”

He looks at you for a second longer, and it’s like a ghost from a past life has wandered into the room. Not the spooky, sheet-over-the-head kind, but the kind that smells faintly of old cologne and broken promises, but the sight is still ghostly enough to make your skin prickle. 

“Why?” you scoff, raising your glass just to spite him. “Worried I’m going to embarrass your precious little image?”

“Because I know you,” he says simply. 

It’s only three stupid words, but your stupid heart still nosedives straight through your chest and drags half of your vital organs down with it.

It’s funny how the human heart can memorize the shape of someone and never ever unlearn it, even if you’ve moved on and tried to erase their ghost.

The two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, and you see Sunghoon’s jaw tick in the slightest. And, of course, he doesn’t let the faint tenderness in his voice just then linger, so he adds, “…And don’t think I’ll waste a second of my week listening to you bitching and whining when you inevitably fuck up and end up plastered all over every gossip site in Seoul. So behave, and put it away.”

The moment immediately snaps, and something inside you does with it, too.

“What, are you my daddy now?” You step closer and drop your voice into a lustrous purr, and before he can even blink you lean up and drag the flat of your tongue in a slow stripe up the shell of his ear. Sunghoon tenses.

To anyone passing by, it probably looks like a perfectly innocent moment where a doting fiancée shares a quiet word. Nothing scandalous at all.

“Go ahead,” you whisper, and bite down on his earlobe gently just to tease. “Take the glass away and keep telling me what to do, Sunghoon. I know you want to. I’d even listen to you if you say it nicely.” 

You can see the war happening behind his eyes as he fights not to react and give you the satisfaction. Which, frankly, is the best part.

“Shit,” he mutters, “your fucking attitude’s out of control. We’re in public.”

You pull away snugly and pat him right on the cheek like he’s a sulky kid, trying not to laugh in his face. “I don’t care. If you tell me what to do again, I’ll set your hair on fire.”

“Just shut up—”

You arch your brows when you notice, with vicious curiosity, how the tips of his ears have suddenly gone bright red.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, pointing at his ears. “Are you blushing? Seriously? All I had to do was call you d—”

He shoots you a death glare. “Shut the fuck up.”

You file that in your brain for a different time and gesture lazily between the two of you. “You shut the fuck up. We’re literally handing your precious father the perfect façade on a silver platter, so what more do you want from me? Should I just stand there, look pretty, and keep my mouth shut like a good little accessory?”

His eyes linger on your face, searching, and you can tell he’s trying not to look too pleased about any of this. “Funny, you almost sound like you’re enjoying yourself as opposed to how you were acting in Japan.”

You scoff, loud enough that a couple of suits glance over. “Don’t bring up Japan.”

You reach out and grab a champagne flute from a passing tray while setting your empty one down, then drain half of it in a single go before flashing your brightest, fakest smile at a group of some middle aged women looking your way. “And for the record, you’re welcome. You look so much better with me on your arm, Sunghoon. Try to keep up.”

He leans in and whispers in your ear. “Ah. Don’t make the mistake of thinking you’re irreplaceable. Because you’re not.” He lets his eyes flick down to your lips, then up again. “So, let’s not get cocky, princess. It’s not a good look on you.”

Something stings in your chest, but you ignore it and focus on how absolutely rageful you feel.

When you’re sure no one’s watching, you step closer and lean in, acting like you’re fixing his tie, but as you do, you move your heel sideways until it lands right on top of his polished leather shoe. You put your whole weight behind it to dig in harder until he grunts a curse right in your ear and his hand shoots up to wrap around your waist to steady himself.

“I don’t know, Sunghoon. I’d say this is a pretty fucking good look on me,” you hum, twisting your sharp pointy heel into his foot mercilessly. “Or does it only suit you when you’re the one stepping on everyone else?”

Sunghoon grits his teeth — clearly refusing to give you the satisfaction of a full wince as his hand tightens on your waist. “I think you’re doing all the stepping right now—Fuck—Are you trying to break my foot?”

“If the shoe fits,” you purr mockingly, letting him go with a kick.

Sunghoon’s brows pinch together, and his eyes are practically shooting daggers through you, but you know better than anyone that he’s all bark and no bite when you’re in public like this. So you shrug and turn away first just as an old man wobbles up to greet him, and all of a sudden Sunghoon is the poster boy of composure and charm, acting like he owns the goddamn building (Which, by extension, he literally does.) You mirror him in your own way and glue yourself to his side while also nodding along to whatever bullshit they’re talking about. 

But unfortunately, the problem here isn’t the urge to scream at him or throw a champagne flute at his head (tempting as that is.) No, it’s how your self control seems to shrivel by the second the longer you stand here pretending to be a functioning, sane, and dignified member of high society, when in reality, you believe you’re objectively the horniest person in this entire godforsaken ballroom and maybe even in the greater Seoul area. Quite possibly on earth, even. Is there… like a hotline for this? Ew. Scratch that. Is there a vaccine instead? Because you’re starting to think you might be a medical anomaly at this point, and you’d honestly wire your life savings to whoever can prove that somewhere, someone out there is hornier than you. And if such a person exists, how do they even get anything done, considering every single waking moment that Sunghoon isn’t inside you lately feels like slow-burning agony and bottomless despair? 

Wait a damn minute. 

You know what? This is just the ridiculous amount of champagne you’ve had planting these thoughts in your head. You need to drink a glass of water immediately and maybe even splash it in your own face for good measure. 

Okay. Okay, deep breath. Whatever you do, just don’t look at his hands. Easy. There we go. Hands? What hands? You’ve never even seen a hand in your life. Don’t even think about his hands. (You are absolutely thinking about his hands.) Just think about literally anything else. Think about corporate tax fraud, think about puppies… or your mother’s face if she could hear your internal monologue right now—literally anything but his hand and the fact that every vein on it is standing out like a road map you want to trace with your tongue—oh, perfect. Now he’s moving his hand. Aaaaaaaand now he’s wrapping it right around your arm.

Excellent. Fantastic.

Has he somehow developed psychic powers specifically to torment you?

Hello? Park Sunghoon, if you can hear this, I fucking hate you. Get your evil psychic sex hands out of my personal space and focus on talking to that fossil fuel. I’m done. Fuck you.

As if on cue, he shifts, and his stupidly thick, long fingers tighten around your arm just a little, and you can practically catalogue every single vein that runs up his knuckles. And don’t even get started on those gold Tiffany rings he always wears that are flashing under the chandelier lights every time he idly moves or spins them around like he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing. Fucking great. Your mind is now running a highlight reel of everywhere they’ve been and every time he’s made you come apart with just two fingers. You can’t even blink without picturing them coated in your wetness with his rings glinting as he circles your clit and works you apart. 

“You can stop looking at me like that now.”

Sunghoon says with his gaze fixated on you, and it breaks you right out of the spell. His hand tightens minutely on your arm, and his fingers make a slow circle around your bare skin, enough to set every nerve on fire. You tense instantly, because that tiny movement is enough to let you know he definitely saw the way you were looking at him. (Allegedly.)

“Unless,” he hums mockingly with one brow arched, “Is there something you want, darling?”

You don’t even realize you’re biting your lip until he looks down at your mouth. Okay… So it’s over. How do you even come back from this? Fuck. You’ve at least got to try. Get out of your head and stop staring at him.

“Don’t start this again. I don’t want anything from you.” You blink the Sunghoon-induced stupidity from your brain, and give him your best impression of someone who hadn't just been mentally deep-throating his fingers with God and all of his angels listening. “And I wasn’t looking at you. I was trying not to kill myself while you were talking to that borderline misogynistic ogre by indulging in the act of dissociation, and you just so happened to be in my line of sight.”

Before Sunghoon can say something cutting back (and you know he’s about to, because lo and behold, Smug Sunghoon™️ has made an appearance), Ningning materializes at your side, and her timing is so perfect you almost want to kiss her on the mouth. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” she says, voice calm and sweet in that way she does when she’s trying to sound professional as she looks at Sunghoon. “You’re needed by the west bar—Chairman Lee says it’s urgent. Something about the press embargo regarding your father, I believe. Also, the Chairman of Mirae Holdings wants to greet the two of you personally. And, um, his wife would like a photo, so… good luck.”

She turns to you, and there’s a brief, panicked flicker in her eyes that only you catch. You widen your own just a fraction to give her the universal—please save me—signal and, God bless her heart, she gets it instantly.

“Oh! Right, and—Y/N, you’re also needed by… Ms. Oh? Yes, Ms. Oh! She’s been looking everywhere for you about—um—the… guest list for the afterparty your parents are hosting? Also very urgent. She says it can’t wait, actually, so… let’s move along, shall we?”

With that, she politely but firmly starts to steer you away with her “I’m-trying-to-be-professional-but-your-dysfunction-is-making-it-impossible” smile on her face.

And of course, Sunghoon immediately narrows his eyes and scoffs like he finds the whole situation absurd. “Really? Table placements? That’s what we’re going with?”

“Yes, really,” you shoot back defensively. “Clearly, I have a very important, very urgent job to do, so you should go handle your… embargo crisis, or whatever.”

He cocks a brow, looking wholly unconvinced, but he watches as Ningning pulls you away anyway. “Right. Try not to miss me too much.”

Oh, shut up.

Thank God for Ningning. 

If only she could also solve the problem of your brain and your legs threatening to betray you before the night is over.

Sunghoon is bored out of his fucking mind.

He’s been smiling for so long his jaw hurts, and if one more middle-aged man with a bad haircut asks him how his father is doing in New York, he might actually snap. Chairman-this, Director-that, and whoever fucking else. All of them are eager to praise Park Group’s “global vision,” as if glazing his father hard enough will magically elevate their stock.

As if Sunghoon gives a shit.

“Yes, he’s well.”

“Yes, he sends his regards.”

What he doesn’t mention is that he wouldn’t actually know if his father sends his regards or not because he hasn’t even spoken to the man himself in weeks. Any “conversation” they’ve had has been filtered through a tired assistant or squeezed into a curt business call that never lasted longer than necessary and never strayed beyond numbers and names. His father doesn’t waste words on pleasantries, let alone sentiments like “regards.” Whatever version of Park Sunghoon these men think they’re flattering right now is just another empty suit fulfilling his role, all while his father is God-knows-where out of the country, spinning deals and shaking hands with men who’d eat their own children if the price was right. But Sunghoon lets them talk and charms them anyway. He’s been trained for this since before he could tie his shoes. It’s easy. It’s always been easy.

All throughout this endless amount of small talk that makes him want to smash his fist through the wall just to feel something again, some stubborn, traitorous part of him is always keeping track of you underneath it all, the same way the tide can’t help but be pulled by the moon. 

Let’s get one thing straight: he’s not looking for you.

He’s being responsible and checking on you to make sure you haven’t disappeared out of a window just to spite him or made a mess he’ll have to clean up later, since you seem to be in a particular mood tonight.

Even as his eyes mindlessly scan the room to get a sense of where you are, your presence still presses in next to him even though you’re nowhere near him. Like a phantom limb, he keeps forgetting he’s lost until it starts aching again. He feels you in the space at his side where you were standing minutes ago. He can feel the ghost of your touch, the shape of your fingernails digging crescents into his arms while everyone else was oblivious, and the sound of your voice when you were half-mad and furious and begging for something you’d never admit out loud. The most infuriating part is that lately, he can’t just turn it off and ignore it anymore, despite how good he’s always been at doing that. (Numbness is practically a family heirloom.)

Whatever.

His gaze drifts over your shared table, and his eyes catch for just a second on Hana doubled over, laughing with Mr. Lee and your parents. There are two empty chairs near them, and they sit there like a gap in the teeth of something living and hungry, and tonight they technically don’t belong to his parents, but the emptiness seems to gape right back at him accusingly, as if it knows it’s the missing piece everyone’s learned to ignore. Sunghoon glances away, annoyed with himself, because he hates the way that after all these years, it still feels like standing outside on a patio somewhere, watching someone else’s family pass plates and laughter around a candlelit table. A father sneaks a slice of cake for his wife while voices call out for the birthday girl, and a boy just hovers at the edge, trying not to want what would never be his.

Where the hell are you, though? Why can’t he— 

There you are.

He spots you by one of the tables, haloed in the warm spill of the chandelier light with your head tilted in concentration and your pearls catching on your collarbones. You look happier than you did next to him just a few moments ago, and that alone is enough to set his teeth on edge. What’s worse is that you actually look… comfortable. Not the kind you pretend to look. The real kind.

And standing next to you is… 

Of course. 

Jeon Jungkook. Park Group’s favorite rival heir and his father’s pet nuisance. Jeon Jungkook, who has a reputation for never once learning how to keep his hands to himself, whose idea of a good time is ruining someone else’s, and who’d probably auction off his own father’s soul (and his own, for that matter) to knock Sunghoon off his pedestal. He can see the way he’s standing just a little too close and grinning that lazy, dangerous grin, with one tattooed hand hovering near your waist as he leans in to say something he most likely has no business saying to you. 

The rest of the ballroom disappears as he watches the way his eyes drag over you without shame. It’s just the sight in front of him and the ugly, primal urge to put his fist through something—preferably Jungkook’s cocky face. He really fucking hates that every part of him wants to storm over and remind him (and himself) that you’re not fucking available for other people to look at, or touch, or even think about with that damned ring on your finger.

Fuck off, he tells his own mind. We’re not doing this. 

So he ignores the two of you. In theory. 

But then he sees Jungkook reach out and tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and his fingers brush your cheek like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and something in Sunghoon’s carefully constructed composure fractures so fast he almost feels dizzy. Surely he can’t just get away with that. Surely this asshole knows—everyone in this room knows—that you’re supposed to be his fiancée. Surely you—

Sunghoon doesn’t even realize he’s moving until he’s pulled straight towards you by whatever sick gravitational force that keeps fucking with him. Jungkook grins wider when he sees him approaching, then tilts his head as if he’s surprised to see him. 

“There you are, Sunghoon-ah!” he drawls, “Y/N here was just telling me the most interesting story about your little trip to Tokyo.”

The mention of Tokyo nearly knocks the breath right out of him for the hundredth time tonight, but he keeps his expression ironed flat. He flicks a glance at you, and you’re sparkling in the light and looking so goddamn alive—not the way you did on that first day in Japan with your eyes always somewhere far away in an empty way—and you lean into him when he slides an arm firmly around your waist like it’s his birthright. Your mouth curves up at the corner in a way that tells him you know exactly what you’re doing, then you tip your head back, and your perfume wraps around him so suddenly it nearly makes him falter. 

“What’s wrong?” You purr, and every syllable is dipped in the kind of mockery only he would ever catch. “Miss me too much?”

For a heartbeat, Sunghoon goes completely still, and the noise of the ballroom drops away and is replaced by the wild thrum of his pulse and the scent of you. Then he remembers where he is, and he clears his throat.

Sunghoon greets Jungkook and politely inclines his head—all courteous respect for the older man, but there’s not a single atom of warmth beneath it. “I did not expect to see you here tonight.”

“Hello to you too,” He raises his glass at Sunghoon in a way that only pisses him off more. “I go where the fun is, you know that.” 

Sunghoon returns his smile with one of his own, perfectly polite, perfectly blank, every inch the heir his father raised him to be. “Well, I hope you’re enjoying yourself. I’m sure you’ve made the rounds by now. Or have you only just arrived to try your luck?”

Jungkook laughs, and his eyes flicker down to where Sunghoon’s hand is gripping your waist. “Luck has nothing to do with it. Besides, it’s not every day I get to catch up with old friends back home since I’m practically overseas all the time.” 

“Ah, right. I almost forgot how much older you are,” Sunghoon hums, punctuating and slightly raising his tone when he says the word older. “Back in the day, you’d be out on the balcony with her brother, keeping score while she and I turned the whole garden into a racetrack. She had pigtails, I had grass stains, and you… Well, you already had a drink in your hand, didn’t you? Weren’t you in your… mid-twenties?”

You clear your throat and give Sunghoon a look that says you’re about ten seconds away from staging an intervention for this pissing contest, but Sunghoon doesn’t even so much as blink.

“I was nineteen, actually,” Jungkook corrects firmly. “Young and stupid, I know. But still, barely older than you are now. You make it sound like I was supervising you from a rocking chair.”

“Same thing,” Sunghoon says smoothly, and his grip at your waist tightens just a fraction. “You’re practically like family, aren’t you, hyung?”

“I haven’t even seen him since like… 2023?” you cut in, glancing between at Sunghoon like he’s mildly embarrassing you. Then your fingers slip behind him as you pinch his side hard, though he doesn’t react. “We’re just catching up. Try not to scare him off, sweetheart.” 

“Hey, I’m only following orders. Her brother told me to keep an eye on her—make sure she doesn’t get too bored hanging around all these old men.” Jungkook glances at you with a wink that makes Sunghoon want to put his fist through the nearest antique vase. “Someone’s gotta keep her entertained.”

Sunghoon’s smile never falters, though his grip around you tightens. “Oh, you don’t have to worry. She’s in good hands with me. Never a dull moment.”

You snort so loud it actually startles Sunghoon, and he turns his head to look at you, and you just meet his eyes and smack his arm in an almost playful way. “Shut up,” you mouth at him, but your lips are twitching, and he can’t help it—he almost smiles. Almost. 

Then you turn your attention back to Jungkook. “Oh, come on. Hold on. Don’t tell me you’re about to start playing big brother on me now. Weren’t you the one sneaking me soju under the table at my graduation party?”

Jungkook presses his pointer finger up to his lips and laughs. “Allegedly. And only because you begged so sweetly, love.”

Sunghoon tongues his cheek. The fuck?

Then the memory of that exact party flickers across his mind. It was the summer he perfected the art of self-control, and there were fairy lights tangled in the trees, the distant hum of cicadas in the open night air, and you were spinning in your heels with Wonyoung and Sunoo egging you on as you drunkenly stumbled over to him with your cheeks flushed red, even after he’d spent all summer ignoring you. He remembers looking at you and swallowing down everything he didn’t know how to say and turning away coldly. 

Fucking hell. I’m not eighteen anymore. I’ve moved on.

Meanwhile, you—well, you can’t even pinpoint the exact moment the night turned into whatever this is, but honestly, you’re buzzing. You’re pretty sure it’s mostly from the champagne (which you’ve been sipping way too fast), but also maybe from the absolute thrill of watching this unfold in real time. 

“You were always my favorite troublemaker. Sunghoon-ah, tell me, are you keeping her in line, or do I need to step in?” 

“Trust me, she doesn’t need anyone to keep her in line.” His voice goes a touch lower, just for you. “She does whatever the hell she wants, don’t you, sweetheart?”

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t having the time of your life right now.

Jungkook, for all his charm, is just being himself—more or less harmless. If anything, he’s always looked at you like you’re the world’s most annoying little sister he loves to tease, and unfortunately, if you really think about it, he only touched your cheek the way someone who’s been around long enough to see you in every awkward preteen phase would (Which is all kinds of mortifying.) The only thing less likely than him actually flirting with you is him surviving your brother’s wrath if he tried. 

But you know exactly how this looks right now.

Two can play this game, Park Sunghoon. Let him stew and simmer and dig his stupid hand into your waist just a little harder, like he’s got something to prove. It’s not that he cares about you—God forbid—but you know when it comes to you, Sunghoon only cares when the narrative slips out of his pretty fingers because he’s a fucking control freak who can’t stand the thought of anyone else having his toys, especially when the world is watching and his precious image is on the line. His ‘fiancée’ shouldn’t be giggling with someone you’ve suspected he’s always low-key, always hated for reasons you can’t name, but maybe it’s because he could maybe, possibly, publicly rival him in name and in attention. 

So that’s exactly why you’re doing it.

You laugh a little louder, toss your hair over your shoulder, and give Jungkook your best, most sparkling eyes. “Maybe I should let you step in, actually. At least you’re fun at parties,” you raise your glass towards Jungkook, “which is more than I can say for some people.”

Jungkook laughs again, and you swear you almost see fumes come out of Sunghoon’s ears. “See? Some things really don’t change. She’s keeping you on your toes, I bet.”

“Yeah,” Sunghoon murmurs, letting his gaze linger on you, “She’s an expert at that.”

“Hardly have to try,” your heart trips over itself, but you just smirk back and whisper. “It’s not my fault you’re so easy to wind up.”

He leans in even closer to whisper in your ear. “Careful, princess. One of these days you’ll push too far.”

“Maybe I want to see what happens.”

Jungkook watches this exchange with a glint of amusement in his eyes. “Ah, you two are adorable... Watching you is like watching a car crash in slow motion, like it’s almost impossible to look away from. Really makes me miss being that young and stupid.”

“I’m sorry, did you just—”

“Stupid—?”

“Just an observation. You’ll figure it out.” Jungkook shrugs and looks between you with a knowing look. “Try not to kill each other. Or do. Either way, make it entertaining. But anyway, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t want to stand in the way of true love—or… whatever you kids are calling it these days.” 

He lifts his glass in a lazy salute, and his gaze lingers on the two of you just a second longer than necessary before he turns to disappear into the crowd, leaving you and Sunghoon standing there alone. You immediately pull away from his grip, not quite yanking but not exactly gentle either, and you shoot him a glare. 

“Do you have an ounce of respect in you? Or do you constantly itch with the need to prove that you think you’re better than everyone?”

“I don’t think I’m better than everyone,” he smirks. “I know I am.”

“You arrogant bas—” 

“And I was just making conversation,” he completely cuts you off, speaking calmly as ever, as if he didn’t just spend five minutes trying to burn holes through Jungkook’s head with his eyes. “Or would you rather I stand here and let him eyefuck my fiancée right in front of me?”

“Oh my fucking god. Eyefuck?” The way he says it just kills you, and the laugh bursts out of you before you can stop it, and it only pisses Sunghoon off more. “He literally treats me like I’m still a kid, you moron—please. Oh myyy god. Oh, I wish. My stomach hurts.”

“Like a kid? Did you fucking see the way he was looking at you—?” He nearly chokes, and the words spill out so fast it’s like he can’t stop himself. Then he falters and his brows furrow, and you see him actually pause like he’s trying to make sense of the universe. “What the hell do you mean, ‘you wish?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re jealous, Sunghoon.”

He smoothens his expression, and his mouth curves into a mockery of a smile. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. When are you finally going to get it through that stubborn little head of yours that nothing you do actually matters to me? The only thing that matters to me is my image—which, unfortunately, includes you now.” 

Despite everything you’ve been telling yourself, you almost say it. It’s right there, and it’s burning the back of your throat like battery acid: 

Why the hell did you shove your tongue down that scandalous little skank of a socialite’s mouth just last week in Tokyo if this is how you’re acting?

But you ultimately swallow it down because you don’t want his answers. Not anymore.

“You were foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog, but ooooookay. By all means, bullshit me.”

Sunghoon clenches his jaw. “No, really. If you actually want to throw yourself at him somewhere more private, go right ahead. See if I care.”

“Oh, I will.” You go for the jugular because you’re tired and bored and angry. “Maybe I’ll let him buy me a drink. Hell, maybe I’ll even let him—”

“Go,” he cuts you off, and his nostrils flare. “Be my guest. I mean it, go.”

You just stare at him for a moment, and you can’t tell if he means it or not. “Heartless bastard. You really are a fucking asshole, you know that?”

“Is that supposed to hurt my feelings? What, did you expect me to beg you not to go to him?”

“No, Sunghoon. I don’t think you have any feelings left to hurt.”

You’re both painfully aware of the watchful eyes circling the ballroom—the way every gesture gets noticed, catalogued, and whispered about by people who’d sell their souls just to get a small understanding of what you’re saying. You keep your posture perfect with your teeth bared in something that only barely passes as a smile.

Then you scoff and turn on your heel.

Before you can take more than three steps, his hand is desperately around your wrist—not nearly as composed as he wants to look. It’s subtle enough that it might pass for a romantic gesture from the outside, but his grip is anything but soft. You freeze, and the whole world seems to slow down for just a second.

“Don’t go,” he murmurs.

And for a second—just one—your stupid, traitorous heart actually stutters at it like it forgot itself and heard something it’s been trained not to listen for.

“…It’s going to look like you’re storming off after an argument.”

There it is.

You laugh under your breath and slowly glance down at where his fingers are wrapped around your arm, then back up at him. “Let me go. I’ll do whatever I want.”

He doesn’t let go. “I know. But you’re not going anywhere tonight. Not with him. He’s—”

“What? Is he selfish? A liar? Cruel? Oh, maybe he fucks around? Or maybe he’s just another narcissist with a pretty face and a daddy complex? Is it all of the above?” Your mouth curves up, and you lean in to whisper in his ear. “Does that ring a bell?”

His fingers dig in harder. “Keep pushing, and I’ll remind you what happened the last time you mouthed off.”

You hum just to piss him off. “Oh? What’ll you do—drag me to the bathroom and fuck me stupid with all your precious investors ten feet away? That’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? You’re literally incapable of doing anything else.”

He doesn’t answer. But you catch the way his jaw clenches and his eyes darken, and that tells you everything you need to know. God, he’s so easy. 

And you’re even worse, because you almost hope he tries it. 

“Let go, Sunghoon,” you say quietly. “You don’t get to grab me, and you don’t get to scare off the people I choose to talk to just because you don’t like how it makes you feel.”

His mouth curves into that same empty smile from earlier, though the way his fists curl at his sides says otherwise. “I don’t feel anything.”

“So let go.”

He does.

And you walk away without looking back.

You unclip the double strand of pearls from your throat with shaking fingers because it suddenly feels like it’s cutting off the last bit of air in your lungs. With a sigh you can’t quite control, you set the pearls down on the marble counter, and for a second you just stand there with your palms pressed flat against the surface, letting the coolness seep into your skin and settle the electric rage buzzing in your chest. You close your eyes and count to three in a pathetic little ritual because if you don’t, you’re genuinely going to scream. 

Back in the day, you’d be out on the balcony with her brother, keeping score while she and I turned the whole garden into a racetrack. She had pigtails, I had grass stains...

Oh, he can fuck all the way off.

Actually, no. He and the boy in that memory can fuck off, loop the block, trip down the stairs, and take that cocky little nostalgia reel with them while they’re at it. You don’t know what possesses Park Sunghoon to just reach into the past and pluck out something golden and innocent as if it belongs to him, as if those memories are communal property—like he didn’t spend the last three years pretending none of it mattered, but there is something deeply, profoundly unwell about the way his mind works, and you once again have zero interest in diagnosing it.

Those memories should be yours. Yours only.

But maybe the tragedy of it all is realizing that they never belonged to just one of you. They’re his, too, and you can’t unshare them no matter how badly you want to. No, actually. The real tragedy isn’t that those memories belonged to both of you once—it’s that he only reaches for them when he wants to win. When it benefits him. When he wants to remind you that he still has access to something soft and sacred and yours. 

You don’t want him touching them with his dirty hands.

The boy from the garden is gone. You buried him yourself. And if Park Sunghoon thinks he gets to stand there in his perfect suit and cruel composure and decide when that version of himself is convenient to remember—

The bathroom door swings open.

You don’t have to look. You know it’s him by the way the room seems to contract, by the way your skin goes tight like it’s anticipating the impact of whatever is about to happen next.

Sunghoon doesn’t say your name. He never does when he’s like this. His expression is unreadable; it’s the same one he wears in boardrooms and press photos—except his jaw is clenched way too hard, and his gaze drops to your mouth for half a second too long, and his eyes—God, his eyes are burning holes through you.

“Really?” You huff irritably and turn to face him. “You can’t give me five fucking minutes alone?”

“Are you finally done making a scene?” 

You laugh and look around humorlessly. “You followed me into the women’s bathroom. Want to rethink who’s making a scene? Wait, actually—don’t you dare stand there and try to lecture me. Not when you getting blackout drunk at a formal fucking event is the reason I’m even standing here, wearing this—” you flash your ring finger at him, “—stupid fucking ring in the first place.”

“Keep your voice down,” he bites out, voice low enough to make your skin prickle. “Fuck. Do you want everyone to hear how desperate you are for attention?”

“If I wanted attention, I’d go up to Jungkook and ask him to fuck me on the table.” Sunghoon’s jaw clenches at that, and you want to grin, but you’re too pissed off and have a lot to say. “You know, maybe if you spent half as much energy minding your own business as you do pretending not to care about mine—”

Sunghoon locks the door. 

“The fuck? Why the hell did you lock—”

“Shut up,” He clicks his tongue and takes a step further. “I’m here to make sure you don’t ruin everything I’ve worked for. But you’d love it if I cared, wouldn’t you? Is that why you keep pushing me? Or is it just easier for you to piss me off than to admit you want something from me that you keep denying?”

“If anyone is going to ruin anything you’ve worked for, it’s you, you sloppy drunk bastard.” You bite back, but you can’t ignore the heat simmering between you. “What I want is for you to leave me the fuck alone. Or is that too complicated for Seoul’s precious little prince to understand?” you say slowly, enunciating like you’re talking to a particularly dense child. “Me. Want. You. Gone. Away. Not. Here.”

Sunghoon seems entirely unfazed. “You don’t want me to leave,” he says, as he steps even closer. “You never do.”

Fucking hell. He needs to stop eyeing you like he’s about to devour you and get the fuck out of here before you do something really, really stupid again.

“So help me, Park Sunghoon, if you take one more step closer, you’ll see exactly how far I can push you—right down those fucking stairs outside, and I’ll make sure you hit every single one on the way down—”

He’s in your space in half a heartbeat, and his voice feels like a blade at your throat. “Stop fucking talking. You talk so fucking much, you know that?”

“I do, actually! And I’ll keep fucking talking if I want to. You’ve been telling me what to do all night, as if I’d actually ever listen to you.” You shove your finger into his chest, hard enough to make his suit jacket wrinkle. “Why the fuck did you follow me in here like a dog? Huh? Should I throw you a bone to make you leave, puppy? Why are you here?”

“Because—” His voice cracks with anger, and his lips twist like the words taste sour in his mouth. “Because you make me so fucking mad I can’t even think straight. You drive me insane. Is that what you want to hear?”

Oh no. You know exactly where this is about to go. 

And you should stop it right here, right now, like a rational person because you spent the whole night swearing up and down that you were above this and that you could see Park Sunghoon one (1) time and walk away with your pride and panties intact. Oh, who the hell are we fooling?

You are about two seconds away from setting feminism back an entire decade. Oh noooooo.

“No. No. No. I don’t want to hear anything coming out of your mouth right now,” you spit back and shove him square in the chest. “Leave me alone.”

Sunghoon catches you hand when you shove him again, twisting your arm behind you and spinning you so your front slams against the marble edge of the sink.

“Let go!” You snarl, but your breath stutters when he presses right up against you and cages you in with his hips, his chest, and the iron grip of his hand. “Let go you fucking bastard.”

“Do you think I don’t know what you’ve been thinking of this whole night?” He mutters into your ear filthily. “Since you want to run your fucking mouth so bad, then say it to your own fucking face. Look at yourself.”

He growls and roughly brings his hand up to your jaw, and it’s big enough to cover nearly half your face as he forces your chin up until you’re staring at yourself in the mirror. You glare at his reflection, but the sight of the two of you like this—your body trapped between him and the sink, his broad frame blotting out everything behind you, the raw anger written all over your faces—sends a bolt of something hot and vicious right down your spine. 

You need to stop this. You really, truly do.

This is all so, so immensely wrong.

So why do you want it more than anything you’ve ever wanted in your life? 

“Hmm?” He slides his hand down your throat and curls his long fingers just tight enough to steal the breath from your lungs, and squeezes once. “Cat got your tongue, princess? Go on. Tell me to leave. I want to hear you say it while you look like this.”

It feels as though he is everywhere all at once. He is filling every inch of your space like he owns it, and worst of all, he’s curling into every corner of your mind until it feels like there’s nowhere you could turn where he isn’t already waiting for you.

You swallow against his palm. “Asshole.”

“Go on. Lie to me.”

Fuck this.

Maybe it’s the champagne ever so faintly humming through your system and making you braver than you should be, or maybe it’s something meaner. Either way, you twist hard out of his grip and slam your palms against his chest and shove him back with everything you have. He staggers a step, and you don’t give him time to recover before you’re on him, fisting the front of his suit jacket and pushing him against the wall with a grip so fierce your knuckles go white. 

“You know what, Sunghoon?” You tighten your grip on his jacket. “You’re the one who followed me in here with your tail wagging like you just can’t help yourself. So you tell me, what is it is that you want so badly? 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He tries to shove you off lightly, but you dig in harder and pin him right there. “Move.”

“No,” you spit. “Not this time. If there is something you want, you’re going to have to fucking ask for it.”

“I said move, or—”

You click your tongue. “If you wanted to move me, you would’ve done it by now. So shut up, and use your words.” You drag your mouth along his jaw to taunt him, and you feel the way his chest stutters under your palm as you throw his favorite phrase back in his face. “You can have anything you want—if you just ask for it. Or is the big, bad Park Sunghoon too fucking proud to beg for what he wants?”

Sunghoon yanks your head back just enough that your eyes meet his. 

“What makes you think you can talk to me like this?” He grits out but there’s a tremor in his voice. something that’s not anger, not entirely. “You’re such a fucking bitch. Running your filthy mouth like you weren’t out there—”

You grin and cut him off. “And you’re not getting anything from me until you ask for it, pretty prince. Up to you.”

He stares you down, and for one deliciously glorious second, you think he might actually say it.

But instead, he drags you a kiss that’s all teeth and fury, and your hands are everywhere at once—threading into his hair and tugging hard, dragging him closer like you want to fuse your mouths together until neither of you can breathe. He groans against your lips, and the sound of it goes straight to your core as you pull his jacket off him.

Sunghoon’s hands are even worse. One is fisted in your hair, and the other’s grip is possessive and greedy as he slides it down the length of your spine to grab your ass, hauling you up. He lifts you effortlessly and sets you back down so your ass lands hard against the edge of the sink. His tongue pushes into your mouth and tangles with yours, and you moan and arch your back further into him—clawing at his shirt until you’re tearing the first button open, then digging your nails across his skin hard enough to mark him.

He answers with a breathless groan and shoves your dress higher, and his fingers ghost over the band of your panties. He trails harsh kisses down the line of your throat, then dragging his tongue in one hot, wet line all the way from the swell of your breast up to your ear.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn noisy for someone who’s always telling me this can’t happen again. Is this what you wanted, you slut?”

He sinks his teeth into your earlobe and then lets it go with a slow lick, and you shudder and roll your hips up against him without shame. The feeling of him between your legs is maddening as you feel all that hardness straining right into your core, and it only makes you want more, more, more, and MORE.

You don’t bother responding to his taunts, so you just drag him down into another kiss, and he immediately melts right into you as if he flew right into the sun. Your tongue presses flat against his — intertwining and swirling — and you whine into his mouth and cling to him. He grabs your hips and grinds you down onto him harder. 

“Tell me you want me to fuck you right here like the whore you are.”

You do want to keep mouthing off. But then he’s pushing your panties aside, and you’re so wet for him it’s kind of pornographic. He can feel it too because he immediately grins like he’s won. Smug bastard.

“Fucking knew it,” he growls, sliding a finger through your slick folds. “You run your mouth like a fucking bitch and tell me to leave you alone, but you’re dripping for my cock every time I so much as look at you.”

You grab his wrist before he can feel you any further.

“Not so fast. You’re not getting it so easily.”

His eyes snap up to yours. “Don’t start playing games—”

“Oh, I’m not playing.” You laugh, pushing him back just enough to make space. “You don’t get to touch me like that unless you earn it.” 

Sunghoon cocks a brow, and you scoff right in his face.

“What? What is there to be confused about? Did you think I’d just let you fuck me immediately because you’re huffing and puffing?”

The bathroom suddenly feels too small despite how ridiculously huge it is. All you can hear is his frantic breathing now, and he looks like he might explode before he gives you even an inch of what you’re asking of him.

“Get on your knees.”

His laugh is strained and incredulous. “You really think I’m going to—?”

“I’m not here to think.” You immediately interrupt him. “On your knees. Chop-chop.”

“You’ve lost your fucking mind.”

“And you’re still on your feet,” You shrug and smile meanly. “Are you hard of hearing or just stupid? Eh. Whatever it is, I really don’t have time for men who can’t follow simple instructions. Might just leave and get someone else, honestly.”

“Someone else?” he repeats quietly, and you can see him getting angrier by the second. “Do you think anyone else could make you feel the way I do, huh?”

No. “Yes.”

He steps closer, so close you can feel his breath on your cheek. “You want to test that theory, princess?” 

You let out a breathy laugh. “Who says I haven’t already?” Your throat feels tight because, for a moment, you think of Jake, and how your efforts went to shit with that. Though you keep your expression taunting as you go on. “Matter of fact, I could call him right now. You know who I mean, right? You’re just convenient right now because of proximity or whatever, and that’s all. But if I wanted to, I could—”

He smiles as his gaze flickers across your face. “I know you haven’t. You’re a shit liar. You swallow every time you lie, and you never look at me when you do it.” His thumb lifts, and he hovers it right under your chin. “Just like now. But hey—he already had his fill with you, didn’t he? And yet, I’m the one you always come crawling back to. Guess proximity must work both ways, huh? Or is it just that no one else can fuck the attitude out of you the way I do?” 

You have to physically restrain yourself from headbutting him. Why does he always have to say shit like that?

“Okay,” You roll your eyes like you’re bored out of your skull. “Since you’re so good at reading me, tell me this. can you also tell when I’m horny? Because I’m genuinely getting turned off. Like, do you think it’s hot that you’re not willing to do something as simple as ask for what you want? Because let me just tell you, this is not working for me right now.” Your hand slides between you, and you reach down to palm his hard cock right through his pants, squeezing just enough to make him twitch. “Which is such a shame, by the way, because you’re so fucking hot when you’re angry. I’d let you do anything you wanted if you could just ask for it like a big boy.”

Sunghoon grabs your wrist and yanks it away, not quite gently. “Don’t test me.”

“Hm. Last chance. If you’re not going to do it, there are about a hundred men out there who’d get on their knees just for the chance to look at me—and I don’t particularly have time to babysit your ego.”

A long, loaded silence stretches between you with your eyes locked in that ridiculous battle of wills until Sunghoon finally lets out a slow exhale and tongues the inside of his cheek like he can’t believe he’s even entertaining you.

Then, ever so slowly—like he’s physically fighting himself every inch—he drops to his knees in front of you.

There he is, down on the marble floor, all glossy dark hair and those stupidly perfect cheekbones, glowering up at you with his eyebrows furrowed so hard you think he might actually combust from how livid he is. You can feel the raw energy of his desire rolling off him like you’re standing in the eye of some ruined storm that only wants to tear you apart, burning in the way his gaze rakes over your body and snaps straight back to your eyes. 

God, he looks good like this. 

You toy with the knot of his tie and let the silk slide between your fingers as you drag it up until you’re tipping his chin up just the way you want it, putting on the most self pleased smile you’ve ever had in your life. 

“There you go. Took you fucking long enough, pretty boy,” you say, letting it drip with just the right amount of mockery.

“Fuck off,” he grinds out, and he looks like he’s seconds away from killing you, and it honestly just turns you on even more. 

See, the thing is, it’s no secret that you’ve been dying to slap him all night—God knows he deserves it—and considering the way he’s looking at you now, especially down on his knees? Yeah, he’s practically begging for it. 

So you do. 

Not too hard, but just enough to make it sting and make your point. Sunghoon doesn’t even flinch or anything; his eyes just fly wide in shock, like he cannot for the life of him believe you actually had the audacity to just do that. Before he can properly react, you grab his jaw with both hands and dig your nails into his cheek deep enough to make him groan.

“Fuck. You’ve really fucking lost it,” Sunghoon snarls, pale cheeks blooming red faintly under your grip. “You actually want to see what happens if you keep pushing me?”

“I’m not the one still on my knees,” you purr, tracing your thumb along the sharp line of his jaw before dragging it over his bottom lip. “I wasn’t kidding before. I really, really am starting to hate how you always act so tough and take whatever you want without ever asking for it first, like a real man. So I want you to beg for it. For me.”

Sunghoon’s brows pull together tighter, and if looks could kill, you’d be dead twice over. “Keep fucking dreaming.”

“So you’re telling me your pride is bigger than your dick? That’s honestly impressive. But like, hello? You’re literally on your knees? And a few words is what you want to choke on? God, you’re pathetic.”

You let go of his face and turn on your heel, reaching for bait you’ve used before on him.

“Whatever, I’m bored. Guess I’ll just go lock myself in that stall and take care of it myself, then. Maybe I’ll even moan your name if I’m feeling generous. Or better yet—I’ll go get my phone so I can send you a video or two so you see what you’re missing out on.”

You start to walk away, but you get two steps in before he grabs your wrist.

“Stop being a bitch.”

“One word, six letters. Say it, and I'm yours tonight.”

“Shut up. Just—Stop,” He grits out, and he pauses for a moment. “Stop playing games and let me touch you. Let me make you come. I need—” He swallows, eyes dark and pleading. “I need to feel you.”

You brush your fingers over his lips again, and you watch his mouth twitch and fight the urge to open for you, and it just eggs you on. “Tsk. You forgot the magic word.”

His lips curl into a snarl, but his eyes are anything but that. “Please,” His voice is trembling with something you’ve never heard before. “Please let me have you.”

Fuck.

Your clit throbs just from the sound of him, let alone the sight of Sunghoon on his knees, angry, desperate, and all for you.

“Good boy,” you purr. “Now shut up and put your mouth to work.”

He turns you and plants you back against the sink with a hard shove and then just as abruptly, he drops back to his knees. His hands slide up your thighs and drag you closer until your ass is half off the sink and your knees brace around his shoulders. His grip is brutal now—fingers digging in so deep and harshly you’re sure they’ll leave bruises—as if he’s punishing you for every second you made him beg and for every ounce of control you stole from him.

“You want to fucking play with me? Fine. Let’s see if that filthy little attitude holds up when I fuck it right out of you,” he growls, and then he spreads your legs wider, hooking your panties aside with two fingers and staring at your slick cunt with absolutely unashamed hunger. “Not. A. Sound. I’ll fucking stop and leave you here to rot if you do. Got it?”

You arch into his touch. “You talk too much.”

He digs his nails in even harder, so rough it’s almost cruel. “I said, do you fucking understand me?”

“Yes—fuck, yes, whatever—just—”

“Tsk,” He slaps you hard across the thigh, making you jolt and gasp, the sting blooming delicious and hot beneath his hand. “Talk. Fucking. Nicely.”

You glare at him, but he just raises his brows and delivers a quick, stinging slap right across your pussy. “Are you hard of hearing? Hmm? Go on. Nicely.”

Your mouth drops open, but you’re too far gone to do anything but give in. (He was literally just on his fucking knees for you anyway, so who cares?)

“Please, just—please, eat me out. Be good—be cruel—be whatever you want… just, please.”

“That’s better,” he smirks.

Sunghoon presses his warm tongue flat against your bare cunt, and like always, your thoughts immediately float up, up, and away.

The first lick is absolutely gutting. He slides his tongue up up your slit slowly, and he doesn’t break eye contact for a second. You stifle a gasp and dig your nails into his scalp, but you can’t hold back the way your hips twitch up and chase every filthy flick of his warm tongue. He growls and bites your inner thigh hard enough to make you whimper, then he licks a stripe back up and shoves two fingers inside you without warning. 

“Go on. Keep running that bratty mouth for me,” he curls his fingers inside you until your back arches. “Let’s see how fucking clever you sound with my tongue and my fingers inside this pretty pussy. And stay fucking still.”

You try—try—to stay still, but the moment his tongue finds your clit, you’re arching off the counter with one hand braced against the mirror and the other still fisted in his hair, and he immediately holds you down even harder and sets a punishing pace.

Sunghoon eats pussy like he’s trying to carve his name into your bones with nothing but his tongue.

He groans into your cunt like he’s the one getting off and his lips are so soft and plush you almost laugh, because absolutely no one with a mouth that perfect and gentle should ever be allowed to be this nasty and cruel. You watch him between your legs, and it honestly looks like he needs this as much as you do—Maybe he’s addicted. You’d tease him for it, but your brain can barely form a thought that isn’t just his name or a litany of please, and fuck and don’t stop, don’t ever stop slipping out of your mouth while his thick fingers spread you open, stretch you out, and fill you until you feel him everywhere, curling right where you need it most like he wants to coax your soul out through your cunt.

“What was that? Aw. Poor baby. Not so tough now, huh?” his voice is muffled by your cunt, and you feel him smiling into your pussy. “Look at you, already falling apart, and I haven’t even fucked you yet. You know what they’d see if anyoje walked in right now? Everyone’s perfect little princess spread out and taking it like a cheap slut.”

“Fuck y-you,” you gasp and try to twist away, but he pins you in place and slaps your thigh once more, and you wince at the sting of it. The slick sound of your wetness, his mouth, and the guttural sounds he makes when you grind down on his face make it genuinely impossible to think, to breathe, or to let alone care about whoever the fuck could walk by and hear you. “Sunghoon—My God—”

He did say not to moan, and you’ve been so, so good about it and biting it back until your jaw aches ... but there’s only so much a body can take. So the sound slips out of you, and Sunghoon’s mouth immediately tears away from you, and before you can even register the loss, his hand comes down hard against your thigh again in a sharp slap.

“What did I fucking say?” he snaps, eyes dark as he glares up at you from between your legs. “One more sound and I swear I’ll stop right when you’re about to break. You’ll stand here shaking and dripping with nothing but your own fault to blame. Got it?”

“M’sorry,” you pout. “You gonna punish me for it?”

You can tell he can see right through you. And then, to your utter disbelief, Sunghoon actually softly laughs like he can’t help himself.

“You like this too much, you little fucking masochist.” He sinks his teeth into your thigh again long enough to leave a mark, lips slick with you as he drags them up to your cunt again. “I’m not going to punish you. Nah. Why would I give you what you want? Dirty little whore like you just gets off on being slapped around, don’t you? Am I right? Hmm? You’re not getting shit. That’s your punishment.” 

Then he slides two thick fingers back inside you and pumps them deep and curls them perfectly in the way only his fingers ever know how to hit that sweet spot, and latches his mouth back onto your clit—sucking with a ruthless hunger that has your head falling back and your mouth open in a silent scream with your eyes shut tight.

“Fuck. Yes, yes, yes—oh my God, I’m so close, don’t you fucking stop—” you gasp with your hands tangled in his hair as you squeeze his face harder in your thighs.

“Yeah?” he coos. “You close? Gonna come for me, slut?”

You’re barely coherent now, grinding your hips helplessly into his face. And then, of course, his ass fucking he stops. The absence is agony. He pulls his mouth and fingers away and leaves you empty and shaking, and you snap your eyes open to look at him just as the heat in your belly suddenly starts abandoning you as you pant heavily.

“Beg for it.”

“Are you fucking deranged—”

He looks up at you and licks his lips slowly. “What’s wrong, princess? Did you really think I’d let you come that easily?”

“I’m not fucking begging you for anything,” you snap, but your hips buck into his hand like you’re starved for it. “Don’t underestimate my willingness to kill you in this bathroom, Park Sun—”

“Then I guess you’re not coming tonight.”

He lets one finger rest right over your slick, swollen clit—just pressed there as you twitch helplessly beneath him. It’s torturous, and it is cruel — and he fucking loves it. You can tell by the infamous smug look plastered on his perfect fucking flushed face, and you want to slap him so hard that his face gets dented into the drywall.

“Okay. See if I care.” you pant, and you brace yourself for a strike of lightning to hit you and smite you where you stand because you are so, so full of fucking shit. “I don’t need you to come.”

“Come on, baby, don’t say that,” he drawls and clicks his tongue. “You want me to make you come so bad, but you can’t even swallow your pride and ask for it? God, you’re pathetic.”

“Fuck you—” 

He grins, letting the pad of his finger dip in just enough to feel how soaked you still are. “Pretty thing. Look at you, spreading wide for me with your parents five rooms away. What would they think of their precious little girl? Do you think they know she’s a fucking whore?”

“Says the bigger whore. You’re so fucking disgusting.”

“You like it. Bet you’d come just from me talking to you like this, wouldn’t you? I want to hear you say you need me. I want you to say you’re my filthy little slut. Go on. Or I’ll make you wait all fucking night.”

Fucking bastard. You should’ve known he’d pull this shit on you.

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” he whispers and uses his free hand to force your chin up to make you stare at the flushed reflection of yourself. “This is what you look like when you’re desperate to come on my fingers.”

“Fuck,” you choke out, and you feel your pride dissolving into nothing in real time. “I’ll do anything. Just—let me come.”

“Anything? Now, that is what I like to hear.”  His finger circles your entrance, still not giving in entirely, but it’s enough to make you whine. “Tell me whose filthy little slut you are. I want you to say it nice and flowery, just like you look, pretty baby.”

“I’m—” The words are shameful, and you feel tears prick your eyes from the sheer overwhelming need to come and from how fucked out you already feel. “I’m your slut. Nobody else gets me like this, just you. I need you so fucking bad, Sunghoon… Please.”

“Good girl,” he rasps. “If anyone saw you right now, they’d know exactly who you belong to. Such a shame no one ever will.”

His finger finally pushes back inside, and he dips back down and presses his mouth to your clit and immediately starts sucking harshly until the room spins again. He fucks you with his thick fingers harder and harder, rings dragging in and out of you with every pump, and your entire body bows and twitches as pleasure builds up again.

“That’s it. Make a mess for me.”

Your orgasm hits so hard you almost black out (You honestly might have.( But you keep your lips sealed and don’t let a single moan escape as your eyes roll back and your whole body shakes apart.

“You look so good, baby. Dripping all over my hand and biting your tongue like a good girl. Fuuckk.”

“Sunghoon,” you pant repeatedly as he continues to finger your overstimulated cunt. “Sunghoon—Sunghoon—h—”

Then he rises—mouth and chin shining with your slick—and leans in to capture your lips before you can even catch your breath. He kisses you slowly, and you moan quietly into his mouth, and he swallows it right up with his lips pressed tight to yours as his thumb strokes your clit in slow, lazy circles. He kisses your nose, then your eyelids, gently and so reverently — and it always manages to hurt you even more than the roughness does whenever he gets like this.

“I’m not leaving you alone until you give me everything and beg me to stop.”

The joke’s on him because if he still thinks you’ll ever beg him to stop, he’s clearly never met a girl who could match him round for round. You might just be the one who ends up leaving him tired and begging for mercy.

But all your thoughts fade into static when Sunghoon shoves two of his fingers deep inside and twists it upwards until he finds that spongy devastatingly sweet spot, and he stays there — swirling his fingers, pressing into it, rubbing you from the inside out.

“Oh my god. That feels so—Why—why the fuck do you even know how to do that?” you gasp into his mouth, not even meaning to say it out loud. 

“You like that?” he tilts his head down to softly trail kisses down your neck. “It’s all you. You’re just so fucking sensitive and easy. I barely have to do anything, and you’re already falling apart for me.”

The sound of your wetness fills the bathroom as he pumps his fingers in and out. “Harder. Don’t you dare stop, Park Sunghoon, or I swear I’ll kill you—”

“Why do you keep saying don’t stop? Why would I ever stop? Just look at you—fucking shaking and twitching on my hand and still begging for more. That’s what I fucking love about you—you can never get enough, can you?”

No. Absolutely fucking not. You instantly feel the weight of a thousand suns drop right in the center of your stomach—not from pleasure at all, but from the sheer audacity of that word coming out of his mouth. 

He grunts in surprise as you drag him and crash your lips into his violently. You suck on his lower lip until he groans, as his fingers keep pumping in and out of you, and his thumb drops back to your clit and starts working slow circles that make you twitch again and again. You scratch harder and drag your nails down his neck like you want to carve your entire being into him.

“Faster, Sunghoon—fuck, you’re so good, fuck, don’t stop, you’re perfect—fuck you, fuck. I’m gonna—”

The only thing tethering you to the earth as he continues to work your overstimulated cunt through your orgasm is the vice grip you have on him and the filthy sound of his praise and groans in your ear.

“God, what the fuck are you doing to me—” you whine shakily. “Fuck.”

Sunghoon pulls his fingers out from you, and even through all your panting and shaking you simply grab his wrist, bring his hand straight to your mouth, and suck his fingers in deep without breaking eye contact. — moaning around them like it’s his cock.

He bites his lip and stares at you like he wants to eat you alive. “So fucking filthy.”

In a blink, you yanking him by his tie to devour his mouth again in an open mouthed filthy kiss. Your tongue traces the taste of yourself off his lips, and he kisses you back like he wants to fuck the air out of your lungs.

When you get his belt open and fist his cock out, you pause for a bit. Fuck… you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this hard, which is crazy because you’re pretty sure this thought occurs every single time you see him bare for you. 

Sunghoon’s pretty pink lips part and his head tips back, a guttural sound clawing its way out of his chest as you draw your fist up slowly from the thick, heavy base of his cock all the way to his flushed, leaking tip that’s dripping with need and slicking your thumb as you circle it in a lazy spiral. 

“Fuck—you’re really this needy?” you murmur as you watch another bead of precum well up and smear across your thumbs. “All pent up for me, poor thing.”

“F-fuck. You little—Fuck—”

You lean in to lick a filthy, wet stripe right up his Adam’s apple and feel him swallow around it. “Hmmm? Does that feel good?”

You don’t even get to enjoy it a second longer because his hand snaps around your wrist, and he looks down at you with dark, blown-out eyes and a crooked, dangerous smirk.

Oh, fuck off. He’s doing it again.

“I want to fuck you.”

Oh.

Oh fuck.

Well, he’s certainly never said that before. Dear God. He really should not have this fucking grip over you. Then you try anyway as you duck your head down instinctively, but he catches your face in his hand and presses his thumb into your cheeks until you’re forced to look up at him. 

“Uh-uh, not when you look like this,” he rasps. “I don’t want your mouth or your hands… Not a single fucking inch unless it’s your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock right now.”

CLICK.

Someone tries the handle, and a muffled voice calls out from the other side of the door, “Hello?!”

Reality hits you immediately. “Wait—Fuck, Sunghoon, what time is it—? Oh my god—How long have we—”

But he shuts you up by kissing you even harder and not letting you get a single inch away.

The way his hand slides between your thighs again is so tremendously possessive and unhesitant—like he’d ruin you right here no matter who’s listening, who’s knocking, or whether you’re both about to be on the six o’clock news.

“To hell with it,” he mutters as he drags his lips over your throat. “There are other bathrooms.”

You try (you actually try) to claw your way back to logic and be the voice of reason for once, if only so you can look back and say you made an effort. “You’re supposed to—Sunghoon. Wait, you asshole—supposed to maintain appearances—”

“Stop fuckin’ whining. There is not a single goddamn soul outside that door that I give a shit about right now. Nothing’s dragging me out of here until I’ve had you. I don’t care—” kiss “—if the whole fucking board tries to open that door. All I care about is you—” kiss, “—and the way you’re about to take every inch I give you.” 

You stare at him, and you think you’ve genuinely never ever been more turned on in your entire life as you pull him in to kiss him again. “You’re actually obsessed with me.”

“You’re the one spread out on this sink for me, so what does that make you?” He slides his tongue against yours so hot and filthy and the sound that spills out of you is straight up just pornographic and embarrassingly loud.  “Fuck… We’re only kissing, and you already sound like I’m balls deep in you.” He drags one hand up to squeeze your breast hard, then you whine even louder when he bites your lower lip and tugs on it while holding eye contact.  “You always make that sound for me. You like it when I kiss you? You fucking love it, don’t you?”

“Shut the fuck up. I hate you so fucking much,” you try, but your mouth is too full of him for it to matter. “I thought you didn’t want me making any sounds, huh? What happened to being quiet?”

“Maybe I’ll let them hear just enough so they know you only ever sound like this for me.”

Jesus. You shove him off before his head gets any bigger.

Just enough to break the kiss and buy yourself a single, agonizing lick of space. You reach down and drag the top of your strapless dress lower (painfully slowly) until the corset dips and your breasts spill free. — You do it just to watch the way his face changes.

And oh, does it change beautifully.

There’s no other word to describe the way his mouth falls open like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again every single time. Every single cell in his body is locked onto the swell of your breasts, and his face is carved into pure, aching hunger—the kind that looks like he’d crawl through hell on his hands and knees just to get his mouth on you. He bites down on his bottom lip so hard you half expect to see blood, and for a second, you think he might actually just come in his pants just from you baring yourself for him.

“Oh, fuck me,” He groans, and then he’s on you in half a second, rolling his thumbs over your nipples as he leans down and takes one into his mouth.“Fuck, these tits. You know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you just like this?”

For a moment, you let yourself just bask in how completely ruined he looks. You press your chest up into his mouth and gasp when his tongue flicks over your nipple and his fingers squeeze around the weight of them.

Park Sunghoon who is known to be so composed and perfect, is now devouring your breasts like a starved man.

“Yeah?” you taunt, twisting your own nipple between two fingers. “What exactly did you think about, Sunghoon? Or are you too busy drooling to answer?”

“You really wanna know, princess?” When you nod, he brings his mouth right up to your ear as his hands knead your breasts. “I’ve thought about pinning you down and fucking you with your tits squeezed tight around my cock.” Then he sinks his sharp teeth into the curve of your breast in a burning bite that makes you moan with your back arching off the counter and your chest pushing shamelessly into his mouth. “Every time I see you in one of these dresses, I think about covering them in my cum until you’re a mess. Then I’d make you lick it off your own skin while you look up at me like the needy little slut you are.”

Honestly, this might be the hottest thing you’ve ever heard in your entire life, and you’re two seconds away from letting him do whatever he wants right here—

For fuck’s sake.

What are you even doing, letting him play with you like this?

Some small rational corner of your brain is shrieking at you to hurry up before someone kicks the door down and you end up on the front page of the news, but the rest of you? The rest of you is hopelessly, stupidly drunk on him and the way his mouth is wide open around your nipple, sucking like he wants to leave you marked forever.

“Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll let you someday. Just—just fuck me and get it over with. God, you’re so slow,” you gasp, letting your head fall back against the mirror as he squeezes your tits together and licks a stripe up from your breast to your jaw. “Fuck—Are you planning on taking all night or—?”

“You really still don’t get it, do you?” he growls, squeezing your breasts rough enough to make you whine. “I don’t give a single fuck about time. You’ll take whatever I give you as slow as I want.” His tongue laps another wet stripe over your breast, then he bites down again hard enough to make your hips buck. “And next time you whine about how slow I am, I’ll keep you locked in this fucking bathroom all night and fuck you on every surface. We’ll see if you’re still a brat when you’re stumbling out to breakfast with my cum leaking down your thighs and everyone wondering why you can barely walk.”

Oh, you’re so fucking doomed.

But if there’s one thing you know how to do, it’s swallow your massive pride when it gets you what you want (especially when you want it this badly.) So yeah, screw this. You're not above a little begging — and besides, it’s not like you don’t absolutely eat up the way his eyes go pitch black and starving whenever you whine his name in that desperate, wrecked tone you know drives him mad. 

“I just wanna feel you deep inside me. Come on. I’ll be so good.”

“Say it again,” he growls against your lips. “Say my name. Say it so I know you mean it.”

You roll your eyes. “I want you to fuck me, Park Sunghoon. Want you so bad I could scream. Is that pretty enough for you? Or do you want it in writing, since you’re stupid?”

“You’re gonna eat those words, brat.” Suddenly he’s gripping your waist and hoisting you up like you weigh nothing, and then he spins you around so you’re facing the mirror.

The image staring back at you is obscene:

You, flushed and wild eyed with your lipstick smudged, tits fully all out and heaving, with Sunghoon pressed up behind you with his shirt wrinkled and his tie loosened, so much taller, so much broader, his face smeared with your lipstick and his hands already roaming over every inch of exposed skin. He bunches up your dress around your waist and shoves your panties halfway down your thighs, all while spreading your legs wide with a hand rough enough to bruise. 

“Eyes on the mirror,” He lines up behind you and lets the heaviness of his fat tip press right up against your entrance. “You wanna act like a slut, you’re gonna watch yourself be one. Don’t even think about looking away.”

And then he pushes in.

He starts so slowly and it still nearly kills you, stretching you out inch by inch as your grip tightens on the sink and you bite your lip to keep from moaning too loud (though you fail terribly.)

“Arch for me.” It hurts—not in a way you want to stop but in a way that makes your brain immediately fade into static and your body greedily arch back for more even as your muscles struggle to take all of him. 

“F-fuck—oh my god—Fucking hell, Sunghoon—‘s too much—”

“I said eyes up.” His other hand comes down to cup your jaw and force your gaze up until you’re staring straight into your own eyes in the glass as your body trembles with how full you feel. You watch the way his Adam’s apple strains in the mirror as he groans and tips his head back out of pleasure and flutters his eyes shut for a second before they snap back open, locked on you in the mirror.

“God, you’re so fucking wet—the tightest fucking pussy ever,” he pants and pushes in even deeper, and you really can’t help the way you squeeze your eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation of being stretched open like this again. You’re clenching around him so hard you nearly push him out.

“Open your fucking eyes,” he bites out meanly, but there’s something almost tender in the way he stills with his cock nearly buried to the hilt, waiting for you and searching your face in the mirror. “Look at me. Do you want me to stop? Talk to me.”

“No, don’t stop, just—fuck—” you gasp and push back against him. “I need all of you. Don’t you fucking dare stop—I need you to fuck me stupid—”

“Listen to you. Such a needy fucking whore. Bet you can feel me all the way in your stomach, huh?” he rasps and snaps his hips even harder just to hear you cry out again. “Pretty fucking pussy stretched around me—fuck, you’re so fucking tiny and barely taking me, but you’re squeezing me like you’re trying to keep me inside forever.” His hand is still on your jaw, forcing you to keep your gaze locked on the mirror, making you watch the way your mouth falls open, the way your eyes roll back, and the way your breasts bounce as he starts to push deeper. “Yeah, keep your eyes open. I want you to see exactly how stupid you look. Look at your face, look at your mouth—fuck, look at those pretty tits bouncing for me. That’s it—good little slut.” 

You moan his name even louder this time, and it’s so pornographic you almost don’t recognize the sound as your own. “Fuck, you’re so loud tonight.” Sunghoon pants behind you, and the sound of your bodies meeting echoes obscenely in the bathroom, filthier than anything you’ve ever imagined. “You really do want everyone to hear, huh? Want them all to know who’s got you bent over and drooling?”

Sunghoon shoves two thick fingers right into your mouth. “Open wider,” he commands, and you do, sucking him in so obediently and whining around them as you taste yourself on his skin, and the metal of his rings as he pushes them even deeper. He tips your head back until your hair falls over his shoulder and your neck is against him, and then his mouth is on your throat, trailing kisses as if he’s tracing the path of the ones he left there before. His thick cock pounds into you and you feel every ridge and thrust and drag against your wet swollen walls.

Your body tightens without warning, and you feel that sharp edge climbing up where pleasure tips into something feral and uncontrollable. “Sunghoon. Fuck ‘M gonna come, holy shit—don’t stop. Go faster—harder.” You can barely even hold yourself up as his thrusts start turning even more brutal and relentless. You look at Sunghoon, and you see the way his nose is scrunched with his brows pulling together hard in concentration, his mouth falling open on a rough, broken groan as he fucks into you faster.

Then his hand slides up your throat, and he curls his fingers tight enough to steal the air right out of your lungs and pin you exactly where he wants you, forcing your chin up when your eyes try to flutter shut. “You—shiiit—really don’t fuckin’ listen, do you? Don’t look away.” You hold his gaze in the mirror, and he squeezes your throat slightly. “You like this?” His grip tightens and stars spark at the edges of your vision as he presses his thumb in ever so harder. “You like it when I choke you out like this?”

You nod frantically as your lips part around another obscene moan, and that’s what does it for him. His grip tightens for one deliciously brutal second more, and then he releases you right on the edge. You gasp and shudder and cling to him with your chest heaving, and he holds you up while softly sliding his palm down your neck and caressing your throat with his thumb.  “Fuuuck—shit, you feel insane—Shit, you’re so fucking tight. So warm. You’re clenching so hard I can barely move.” Each syllable is punched into you with a bruising snap of his hips. Then he pulls almost all the way out again, cock dragging along your walls, leaving you empty and aching, before driving all his thick throbbing inches back inside in one brutal thrust. “I’m fuck—I’m getting close—shit—Keep your eyes on me. Good girl. Juuuuust like that. Don’t hold back your pretty noises.”

Sunghoon’s name rips out of your throat like it’s the only thing you’ve ever known how to say as your orgasm crashes over you so hard you almost black out. The only thing anchoring you to reality is the grip of his hands—one bruising your hips, the other tight around your throat—while you convulse and twitch, forced to keep your eyes on the mess you are in the mirror. It’s obscene, it’s raw, and it’s everything you said you’d never let happen again. But there has never been a single thing in your life that’s ever felt as right—or as wrong—as being fucked senseless in the women’s bathroom at this stupid fucking annual party or whatever as your body clamps down around him, fluttering and squeezing so tight it makes him lose his rhythm and curse under his breath.

“So fucking perfect. You know who you belong to now, don’t you? This tight little pussy is mine, you hear me? Tell me who owns you.”

Even now, all breathless and twitching, you bare your teeth in the mirror and glare at his reflection. “Fuck you. M’not telling you shit.”

Sunghoon’s mouth twists. “You wanna play that game right now?” 

His hand snaps away from your throat, and before you can even catch your breath, he pulls out of you with a rough curse, leaving you gaping and empty. You try to move, but he grabs your wrists and pins them behind you, and he rips his tie loose from his collar with one hand. You barely even have a second to struggle before he’s wrapping it around your wrists and tying it so tight your pulse jumps against the silk. You whine and attempt to mouth off, but he manhandles you and holds you steady with one big hand pressing into the small of your back to keep you balanced. He drags you back onto his cock with no patience, just brute force, fucking you even deeper with your wrists tied behind your back. You’re so dizzy and wrecked and fucked out that the part of you that should be arguing (just for the hell of it) barely even gets alerted. If anything, your brain offers up a traitorous thought that this is… hot. Does he really think this is some sort of punishment?

“Look at you, not even fighting it. Can’t even pretend you don’t like being tied up and used like a little toy. Fuck, you’re so loud—Yeah. Moan for me. Shit—Sluts like you need to be kept on a leash.”

He thrusts again deeper like he’s trying to push himself into places that don’t exist, and you feel it pressing in everywhere. In your spine, in your ribs, and in your soul. And then he just buries himself inside you to the hilt and goes perfectly still. He grabs your face in his hand and tilts your head right into himself, and his thumb presses into your cheek as he leans in.

“Now be a good girl and tell me where you want me. You want to walk out of here stuffed full of my cum and leaking down your thighs, or should I paint your pretty tits and make you lick it off in the mirror like the messy little whore you are?”

You bite your lip (still everly so defiant) and still very much cock-drunk — but the thought of him filling you up again has your knees buckling and your cunt clenching down around him. “I’m on the pill.”

Sunghoon groans, and his hand comes down hard against your ass. “Knew you’d want it. I knew you couldn’t go a single night without me filling you up—” He yanks you back with the tie even harder until your chest bows out. “You wanna walk back out there with everyone watching you while you’re dripping down your thighs and all you can think about is me inside you—”

“Ah—you talk so much,” you pant, tossing your head back against his shoulder. “I want it. I want all of it. Just fill me up.”

He twists you suddenly and wraps one arm around your waist to lift you clean off your feet and slam you back against the wall. The tile is cold, but your gasp is swallowed instantly as he crashes his mouth back into yours. It feels like forever since he last kissed you, and it’s so frantic that it feels like neither of you can afford to waste a second not kissing. He hikes your thighs up, grips under your ass, and starts fucking into you while standing, and every single thrust knocks a broken moan out of both of you. His hips snap faster, and his nose scrunches as he loses himself completely, groaning your name like it’s torn out of him. “Fuck—Sunghoon—” you moan in response, locking your legs tight around his waist like you want to fuse your bodies together until you’re one.

He moans into your mouth and bites down on your bottom lip, spit trailing between your lips. “Gonna breed you right here, baby. You ready for me? You’re gonna take every drop—bet you’d let me fuck you in every room of this fucking building. Fill you in each time till you’re just full of me and nothing else.”

“Want it,” you gasp. “Need you to come inside me. Make me yours.”

“You’re already mine. Mine to fuck, mine to fill, mine to break. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

If you had half a mind to care about anything else, like the rattling doorknob or the muffled voices outside or maybe even the shit that’s coming out of his mouth right now, you’d tell him to eat shit and die — or you’d just definitely say something smart — but all you care about is that ecstatic rush of pleasure building up once again as you feel the thick head of his cock press into you even harder from this angle. He’s grunting, moaning, and then finally burying his face in your neck as he finally loses it and spills his load deep deep deep inside you. He holds you pressed to the wall until the shaking subsides as his lips drag lazy, ruined kisses over your jaw.

He slides his hand up to untie the tie from your wrists, fingers working clumsily as he continues to slightly tremble and pant from how hard he just came. The second you’re free, Sunghoon holds you and steadies you by kissing you like he could swallow you whole. He’s flushed and pink, and sweat is dripping down his temple with his hair sticking to his forehead.

You lean in and lick a hot stripe up his cheek, dragging your tongue over the sweat at his hairline. “God, you’re so fucking hot like this, I could eat you,” you murmur deliriously against his skin and press a kiss to his nose, “Can feel you dripping out of me. Want to take care of it and make sure it stays in?”

Sunghoon grunts a curse and pushes your back up against the cold wall again, and then he drops to his knees right there on the bathroom floor without another word like he’s worshipping at the altar of your ruin. Then his hands are spreading you open to stare at the mess dripping out of you, his cum spillng slowly down your legs. “So good—so fucking perfect—I can’t believe how fucking pretty you look right now.”

He slides two thick fingers into you and gathers up every drop of his cum spilling out of you, and he pushes it back in deep. “Don’t waste a fucking drop,” he murmurs, and then he brings his face right to your cunt,t, sucking at the slick mess. “I’m going to have you like this every night until you can’t even walk, until all you know is my dick, my cum, my name, just me.”

Arching your back to offer more into his mouth, your eyes roll back as his tongue and fingers work in tandem — licking and sucking — nose pressing hard into your clit until you’re mewling for him. 

Then uou have this stupid little thought right at the edge of your brain — which is unhelpful and very much not the time for it — about how the last man you were with couldn’t even stand the sight of his own cum after. And now here you are grinding into Park fucking Sunghoon’s mouth as he eats his own cum right out of your pussy and moans into it like he’s being blessed by the heavens.

“Sunghoon—oh, fuck—Fuck—Oh my God. What the hell is wrong with you, you fucking freak?” 

It honestly isn’t the filth that has you falling apart, but it’s the way he looks up at you through his lashes while he does it. His eyes are filled with a kind of tenderness that shouldn’t exist in a moment like this, but that thought floats away as quickly as it appears when he gathers the slick on his fingers and pushes them back into your sensitive, fluttering entrance again — one finger, then two, and then he sinks a third in.

“Nothing’s wrong with me. I Just know what I want—Look at that. Stretched you out so good you’re taking three fingers with such ease now. I could play with this pretty pussy all fucking night.”

You reach down and tug on his hair hard to drag him up to look at you. “Y-Yeah? Tell me I’m replaceable now, Sunghoon. Look me in the eyes and s-say it again.”

He blinks up at you, and his brows knit together for a moment. Then he gives you a disgustingly dangerous half-smile and your heart stutters, because you’ve only ever seen him look like this when he’s drunk out of his mind.

“Can’t. I can’t,” he slurs. “No one—fuck—nobody tastes like you. I hate it. I fuckin’... hate you.”

You stare down at him, and for a second, your brain just blanks at how he’s babbling like it’s your fault his self control dissolved somewhere between your thighs. And you—God, you’re not even mad, are you? No, you’re practically glowing and melting right onto his stupid, perfect face.

Part of you definitely wants to gloat and say some nasty, mean shit, but your brain is too fried, and your pride is too busy soaking up the way he’s falling apart at your feet.

All you can do is clutch his hair and roll your hips into his face. You moan so loud you’re sure the whole building can hear it, but you truly don’t care when his mouth on your pussy feels better than sin and better than forgiveness and better than anything you’ve ever known. 

You come again with his name caught and breaking in the back of your throat, knees giving out so hard you have to grab onto him just to stay standing as pleasure rolls through you in hot, blinding waves as he stays exactly where he is — holding you together while you shake and gasp and come apart.

“Spread your legs wider. I want to see how much more you can take.”

And god help you; you already know the answer.

Somehow against all odds and most laws, you manage to pull yourselves off each other and look vaguely human again to re-enter civilization after having just broken every single promise you’ve ever made to yourself and to poor, long-suffering Wonyoung. Oh God. Let’s not think of Wonyoung right now.

You look in the mirror one last time before you turn to leave, and you somehow (kind of) look like a functioning, perfectly respectable human being and not like a girl who just got fucked to hell and back by the devil in Prada.

Also, by some absolute miracle—or maybe just Sunghoon’s freakish self-control—there’s not a single incriminating mark on your neck. Nada.

Which is crazy considering he’s always tearing into you like a feral dog. Sunghoon’s neck, on the other hand, is sporting a suspicious flush, and there are definitely like three hickeys half hidden by his collar if you look too closely (Oops.) But despite that, he somehow looks even more put together than when he went in, which is absolutely fucking infuriating and downright offensive, honestly. But whatever. The horror and shame of anticipating the looks you’re about to get when you re-enter that ballroom is so much louder than any petty anger at the fact that Park Sunghoon is apparently immune to looking like a mess. Besides, it’s also hard to keep track of anything when you’ve just spent the last five minutes bickering like lunatics while both of you were still half-breathless and trying not to strangle each other over who should walk out first and what to say and what not to say.

So the two of you do the walk of shame with the kind of composure only the truly deranged can manage: steps perfectly in sync, faces perfectly blank, and not looking at each other once. You think you’ll actually make it. Just slip right back into the crowd, pretend you were powdering your nose for an ungodly amount of time, and no one will ever know—

“ARE YOU—NO. Are you KIDDING ME?!” 

Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus. Here we go. 

Heeseung practically yells (startling the living shit out of the two of you), stumbling back into the opposite wall with his eyes blown wide with pure horror. You barely have time to blink before his finger is flying back and forth between you, Sunghoon, and the now infamous bathroom door. 

“Hee—?” you start, but you know it’s too late. You can practically see the gears in his head breaking down one by one in his head.

“Don’t Hee me,” Heeseung’s eyes flick to the poorly hidden lipstick stains on Sunghoon’s collar (your handiwork) and your slightly failed attempt at powdering up your smudged mascara (Sunghoon’s handiwork). “I was literally texting Jay and he was like, ‘Heeseung, there’s only one Sunghoon out there, man, accept it,’ and I said, ‘Noooooo, our Sunghoon? Bro he’s not capable. He drinks tea with his pinky out.’ But then—I don’t know, man, I started thinking about it… And I was like damn, it checks out. But thinking it and hearing it and now seeing it are three very, VERY different things.” 

“You told Jay?!” you wince.

Heeseung looks at you like he’s offended you’d even ask that, and then he ignores you and gestures wildly at Sunghoon again (who is seemingly too stunned to speak right now.) 

“Guys. Mannnnnn. In the women’s bathroom? At your family’s event? THAT LOUD?! Ohhhhh.” Heeseung groans sincerely. “Lord, I’m ready to come up.”

Honestly? Same. Except you’re pretty sure whatever direction you’re headed, it’s definitely not up.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, covering your face with both hands as the absolute terror of how loud you actually were comes crashing down on you. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

Meanwhile, next to you, Sunghoon looks as if he’s been hit by a truck, but in classic Park Sunghoon fashion, he is valiantly remaining composed. “Hyung, you’re being a bit too dramatic,” Sunghoon says calmly. “You’re just… drunk. Let’s go sit down, yeah?”

His calmness is pissing you off.

“Do you think I have enough alcohol in my system for this?” Heeseung’s eyes bulge even wider, and you wonder how that’s even possible. “Y/N, how am I supposed to look your mom in the eye again? She literally chased me down asking if I’d seen you and I started avoiding going back in after, like, forty minutes because I was sweating so much I thought I’d leave a trail behind me. I mean, do you two just—feel nothing? No shame? Is nothing sacred? Is sex just—not SACRED anymore? Is that it?!” He fans himself dramatically. “I’m sweating again. I need to change my name and go to Bali and become a man who sells bracelets on a beach. Or maybe I’ll become a nun. Yeah. Nun sounds good. Do they take boys? Wait, do not answer that—I cannot handle a hypothetical rejection right now, I am far too emotionally fragile, and frankly, I don’t want to know. In fact, I don’t want to know anything anymore.”

“We should’ve left separately,” you hiss to Sunghoon and smack him hard in the arm as Heeseung continues to have his meltdown. “I told you. didn’t I fucking tell you? Look at what you’ve done. You broke Heeseung. Like, actually broke him. Are you proud of yourself?”

“How the hell is this my fault?” His voice is still maddeningly calm, which only makes you want to set him on fire.

“Because! Because you… and your freakish stamina and your crazy control issues and—” you gesture furiously at him up and down, “—your stupid, evil cum kink—”

Heeseung stops mumbling and makes a choked sound like a dying bird, and Sunghoon’s nostrils flare as he looks at you. “You wanna try saying that a little louder, sweetheart? I don’t think the pastry chef in the next building heard you.” Sunghoon huffs, “And I fucking said let’s wait five minutes. What did you say?” He lifts a finger in the air and drops his voice into a perfect mockery of yours: “‘Noooo, nobody’s out there—it’s already late enough, you fine, handsome man, oh, you absolute sex god, Sunghoon, please—’”

You smack him even harder this time. “I did NOT say that last fucking part—!” 

“WELL, CLEARLY SOMEONE WAS OUT THERE! Hello! I’m still here!” Heeseung points between you two, making a sound that can only be described as the death rattle of a man who saw Satan and lived to tell the tale. “Just stop. No more talking from you two. Stop saying things. No more. There are children here, you filthy sex goblins—”

“There are literally no children at this thing—”

“I’M the child now!” Heeseung plants a palm to his chest and flashes you his big, desperate, drunken Bambi eyes. “I have regressed. I need my mommy.”

“Oh my God. Can we not do this in the hallway?” You ultimately give up and groan, stepping closer to pat Heeseung on the arm in some sort of comforting way. “Come on, Hee. Deep breaths. Let’s get you some water, okay? And then, I’ll have to kill you so you can’t tell anyone about this. No hard feelings.”

“Oh, good,” he nods dramatically and gives you a thumbs up. “Make it quick. I’d rather die than live in a world where I got front row auditory tickets to the Park Sunghoon Breeding Kink Extended Director’s Cut.”

Sunghoon exhales through his nose. “Heeseung, seriously, stop fucking talking—”

“Don’t talk to me right now, Sir Breedalot.” Heeseung yelps and scoots closer to you and physically hides behind your shoulder, clutching the back of your arm like a human shield as he presses his forehead into your neck.

Sunghoon’s eyes widen comically in absolute disbelief at the nickname, and his brows raise up so much they’re practically kissing his hairline, and you nearly choke trying to keep a straight face—and the laugh escapes anyway—which you try to disguise as a cough again, which only makes it worse.

Sunghoon slowly turns to you with murder in his eyes. “Don’t,” he says flatly. “Fucking laugh.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Shut the fuck up.”

Heeseung, unfortunately, has momentum now. And once Heeseung gets momentum, God himself couldn’t stop him. “You’re supposed to be my best friend. My brother,” He pulls you closer and squeezes your arm, “Not the guy who desecrates public property with my pseudo-little-sister. Not the guy who talks during it. You talk so much. So. Much. Oh my god.”

Sunghoon’s jaw clenches. “Were you fucking list—You know, you didn’t have to stand there, you freak.”

“Don’t give me that look! You know that the bathroom is right next to the fucking lounge I escape to! And for the record, I left,” Heeseung says, backing away when you also turn to glare at him. “Oh, I left. I’m not a monster. But… then I came back because… because? Bro, do you even know how long you were in there for? I thought it was a medical emergency, Sunghoon. Do you understand? I was worried. I am a good man.”

“I was fine,” Sunghoon huffs.

“YES. I KNOW THAT NOW.” Heeseung shrieks. “Wait—Is this, like, a thing now? Are you two… Is this happening? Like, for real? Because I’ve had my suspicions ever since I caught you in my own fucking living room—thanks for that again, by the way, really lovely. Nice little public sex kink you have going on right now, very cool, very not fun for me. But is this… are you two, like…? Is this a regular thing? Are you—” he lowers his voice, “—fuckbuddies?”

“Yes,” Sunghoon says immediately.

“NO,” you snap at the exact same time.

There’s a beat where all three of you just stare at each other. Then you whip around and slap Sunghoon upside the head so hard his hair flops. “Are you out of your rotten, diseased, childish mind?”

Sunghoon just shrugs like he’s above it all, but his lips are twitching at the corners. You think you might strangle him. “What? It’s the truth. And it’s Heeseung.”

“You know what? Heeseung is gonna go—Heeseung is going anywhere else. I’m gonna go sit down. Or maybe just try to lobotomize myself with a butter knife,” Heeseung groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “I genuinely can’t—like, I literally can’t even process what this means for your relationship, you know? No—please, God. Especially having to sit and witness the two of you acting like you’re not hopelessly in love with each other since the dawn of civilization, like some modern-day retelling of Romeo and Juliet except you’re both freaks and meaner and, frankly, more dramatic—”

Your mouth actually falls open. Like. Fully. You stare at him in pure horror and finally find your voice. “Shut up. Oh my God, shut up right now.”

Sunghoon clears his throat loudly beside you and looks very interested in the far wall. “You’re out of your mind,” he mutters, sounding offended. “With her? Please. Don’t make me sick.”

You immediately shove Sunghoon, and he barely even stumbles back. “Oh, fuck you—”

Heeseung pauses and looks between the two of you, then scoffs and throws his hands up. “Oh, I’m the crazy one? Woowwwwww. Okay. Yeah. Let’s all gang up on Heeseung. He’s sooooo handsome and hilarious and whimsical and underappreciated.” He points at you, then at Sunghoon. “You know what? Figure yourselves out. Or don’t. I don’t care. I care a normal amount. Which is not at all because I’m normal.” He turns and starts walking away, then spins back around. “Also, you’re both NASTY. Deeply. Just so we’re clear. AND THAT’S COMING FROM ME!”

And then, still muttering to himself as a deranged man lost at sea, Heeseung disappears around the corner and leaves you and Sunghoon standing there in what is quite possibly the most cursed silence of your entire lives. 

“…Don’t fucking start,” Sunghoon says.

“Oh, I’m absolutely fucking starting,” you say, and then kick him in the shin. “We need to set some ground rules for… whatever this sex thing is.” 

Sunghoon raises a brow. “So you finally admit you want it to keep happening?”

“Don’t give me that smug look of yours,” You scowl. “It’s just sex.”

“Did I say it was anything else?” he fires back with a shrug, then he huffs out a low, humorless laugh and shakes his head. “And I don’t know what this obsession is you have with… rules, but I’m not doing that shit. Not on your terms.”

“Too fucking bad,” you fire back instantly. “I don’t care.” You jab a finger into his chest. “Go get me a pen and paper, unless you want me to carve them into your forehead.”

He stares at you like he’s deciding whether to throttle you or not, then after a moment of silence, he ultimately sighs and rubs his face. “You are so fucking annoying,” he mutters.

You smile sweetly and entirely unrepentant. “And you’re still going to listen to me. Chop chop, pretty boy.”

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