BITTERSWEET.

𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚.

[hoonstrology]

    BLUEBERRY  ──  just a little sour 𓈒

JUVÉNILE  🫐  like some kind of magnet , you're a mystic force 𓈒 i try to explain away through planets , of course 𓈒 but it's no use , there's no rhyme or reason 𓈒 each time i push the thoughts away , you're pulling me in again 𓈒

  BYF.     &     CLICK.   

© hoonstrology 2026. don't translate, plagiarize, steal, or repost any of my works.

[yeonjunsggum]

oh my lord. just one chance i promise i won’t fuck it up. 😭😭😭

[hoonstrology]

 SWEETER THAN REVENGE.  ✩  KSN.

childhood friend!sunoo × fem!reader.⠀⠀⠀ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀⠀the plan: get back at your scum-of-the-earth cheating ex-boyfriend.⠀ the solution: get sunoo to help you make a steaming hot instagram story so your ex realizes what he lost.⠀ the goal was so simple — so how the hell did you end up fucking your best friend instead?

CONTAINS ➤ 11.1k words.   best friends to lovers. fluff. romance. yearner!sunoo & whipped!sunoo. slight angst. jealousy. profanity. mentions of drinking. implied bisexuality / queerness. (sunoo & reader.) pet names. (doll, babe, baby, and more.) three smau panels. ✮ mentions of enhypen's jungwon and jake, aespa's winter, and triple s' sohyun + oc seojun as reader's ex.

SMUT WARNING ➤ condescending–dom!sunoo & sub!reader. sunoo switches between soft!dom and mean!dom (trust me on this.) HUNG!SUNOO. p-in-v. unprotected sex (don't.) mild dubcon. heavy dirty talking. heavy marking. kissing & making out. sunoo's a munch and a pervert. praise kink + degradation kink. dacryphilia. orgasm control. subspace. heavy humiliation kink. dumbification. heavy tit play. heavy nipple play. angry sex, kind of. multiple orgasms. slight brat x brat tamer dynamics. possessive language and behavior. recording during sex. dry humping. pussy job. fingering & oral. (f–rec.)

NOW PLAYING ➤ all to myself – future, metro boomin ▸ dark red – steve lacy ▸ do i wanna know – arctic monkeys ▸ all mine – brent faiyaz ▸ sweat – zayn

   𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧  ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 ♡

the sadness from the break up had burnt out days ago. in it's wake, all that's left is pettiness and the pure, unadulterated hell fire of a woman scorned.

is that a bit dramatic considering you and your ex, seojun, had only been dating for three months? perhaps.

but the sick feeling you have deep in your gut from when you read those incriminating texts and watched those disgusting amateur sex tapes they filmed still kept you up at night.

you weren't mad because you wished to get back together with him—god, no. you were mad because who does he think he is to be cheating on you of all people?

you're hot. that's the reputation you've unintentionally created for yourself.

you're popular, easy on the eyes, and so charming that you're universally wanted but still unattainable to most people who tried.

your looks or level of sex appeal couldn't shield you from the fucked up way a person can decide to betray you out of nowhere. you knew that. but you'd least expected it to come from your ex because... he was seojun.

and it's an open secret within the student body that he's the guy who pursued you with the stubbornness of a crack addict hammering at the doorstep of his plug just for a single gram.

he kept pushing his luck—waiting for you outside classes, getting you treats you never asked for, and pathetically following on your tail no matter where you went.

you turned him down every single time.

you have a reputation to uphold: the popular girl who wouldn't be caught dead getting tied down to one person's bed, man or woman.

you're too young, too hot, and the confines of a committed relationship was something you couldn't ever see yourself being put into.

still, he convinced you that your time and energy wouldn't be wasted if you just gave him one chance. just a single one.

so when you gave him your sweet yes, seojun was nothing less than elated.

because who wouldn't be?what mentally sane person wouldn't be over the moon if they were be able strut into university grounds with you in their arms like a shiny, lip-gloss wearing badge of honor?

and you don't mean to be transactional. in your most vulnerable, a large part of you can admit that you felt genuine adoration for the guy — but if he was staining your reputation and boosting his own for being able to bag someone as untameable as you, then he should be somehow capable of keeping you satiated, right?

wrong.

night after night, you sat with the misery of your previously thrilling and colorful sex life turning more bland by the second.

little to no foreplay, unending doggy positions, and the act of pulling out your ol' reliable rose toy to fulfill your own needs once seojun finished became an unwanted habit.

as if that wasn't enough consequence to your stupid choices, you also had to deal with your inner circle of friends trying to placate you with the cursed phrase: "as long as he makes you happy."

but that was the issue, wasn't it? you weren't happy. not with his lackluster efforts in the romance department, and certainly not in his subpar performance in bed.

him having the audaciousness to fuck another woman was just the cherry on top.

that's why you decided to call for back up in the form of kim sunoo.

sunoo has been a constant in your life. though your friendship was forged by coincidence, it was strengthened by the passage of time.

growing up with his house beside yours, you figured the only reason he stuck around was because he didn't really have a choice but to associate himself with the chaotic ball of evil next-door.

you clearly remember him hiding behind his father's legs when your parents greeted each other the day you moved in to the house beside theirs. he was elusive during shared dinners and neighborhood barbecues, too. but your eagerness and consistency was able to slowly melt him down until he eventually stopped dodging your attempts to be closer.

he's been by your side since then.

he was there with you through the horrendous bowl cut you had at 6, the awkward growing-into-your-body puberty phase at 13, the college acceptance letters at 18, and several of your post-break up bitch fits like the one you had just a day ago.

he's helpful, always gave solid advice that sometimes feels a little too pointed, but you know it's all said out of love. the kind of friend who'd question you, but ride along anyway.

sunoo's perched on your bed, back rested against the headboard. tiktok audios blast from his phone, serving as a backdrop while you spend the next fifteen minutes scrolling through pinterest.

you needed inspiration for the hottest, steamiest picture to post — something so saliva-inducing that it would have your ex knocking frantically at your door and falling down on his knees and earnestly begging for you to take him back. and seojun, none the wiser, would be rejected with a few less-than-savory insults and a door slammed to his face.

oh, you could already taste how sweet that revenge would be.

"babe… you're seriously creeping me out. i know you're mad at your ex, but don't tell me he's driven you that crazy." sunoo mumbled with eyes still glued to his phone.

he doesn't need to see you pacing around your room. he just knows you are. and if his intuition served him right, he'd also guess that you also had your freshly-done nail between your teeth, biting on it to keep your temper at bay.

between the cringe-inducing motivational quotes and the ever inescapable clickbaity ads scattered across the pins, you were beginning to lose patience and had half a mind to reply something snarky back at him when you come across the photo.

a below the neck shot of a woman with splotches of hickeys scattered all over her neck and chest, fingers pulling down the fabric of her shirt until it revealed more marks that disappear behind her hands.

it's everything you envisioned and more.

it's perfect. it's sexy. it's tastefully raunchy. it existed in the gray space of being suggestive, but not quite reaching the line of desperate. (because god forbid your ex gets that impression.)

all of a sudden, your morale is charged back up to a hundred.

sunoo's doomscrolling is interrupted once again when you slip your phone in between his face and his own phone, smile so bright and jolly it's almost unbelievable that just got broken up with.

"sunoo! is this the photo or what?"

he takes a glance at the photo, gives your covered decolletage a quick scan, and returns his eyes to the next video his algorithm serves him.

"looks good, babe." he mutters, disinterested. "i'm soooo sure he'll come running back if he sees you pull your shirt down when he's already fucked another girl behind your back for a month."

the sarcasm in his voice goes straight over your head. "right? he'll be soooooo pissed!"

you run to the full body mirror in the corner of your room, tugging at the neckline of your shirt. "so about the hickeys. i'm gonna need you to make one here, a few by my jaw and neck, and then… hmmm, maybe a couple of dark ones on my left tit? like right about here—"

sunoo pauses his scrolling again, one of his well-groomed eyebrows rising. he was convinced he misheard you. weren't you only after the pose in that darned photo?

"a couple of what?"

"hickeys! i just knooooow he's going to be pissed if he sees i fucked around this quick after i broke up with his sorry ass. he doesn't have to know it's you, though. or maybe he can—remember he was so pressed about us being friends? yeah, that'll piss him off even more. but about the hickeys, i was thinking you could—"

"i'm not going to do that." he says flatly.

you slowly turn your head, eyes already throwing daggers his way. "well i can't fucking reach my own neck, can i? so you're going to have to do it."

"actually, i don't have to do anything."

"but sunoo!" you whine, moving on the spot beside him with pouted lips. "you said you'd help me."

"i said i'd help because i thought all i had to do was take a few photos of you in a sexy pose, not because i wanted to cosplay a vampire. i mean—sucking hickeys on your neck? that's ridiculous!"

"babe, come onnnnn," you plead, tugging on his hand. "it doesn't have to be weird! it'll be just like that one night during freshman year."

sunoo immediately cringes, expression contorting at the fresh wave of memories that your words bring.

that night was certainly... something.

two years ago, back before you moved to your fancy, off-campus flat, you snuck sunoo over to your dorm room after hours with a bottle of bottom shelf vodka in hand. you threw back one full shot glass after the other until you both end up tipsy and snuggled on your twin bed.

you stared at the bottle that was still halfway full sitting in the corner of your dorm room, the alcohol running through your veins pushing you to confess that you've never had the opportunity to give (or get) a hickey.

sunoo, careless and giggly from intoxication, admitted he had no experience in the matter either.

all of a sudden, you moved from being in his arms to being on top of him, straddling his lying body with eyes burning in determination as you convinced him that you could do it to one another.

you marketed it as something to aid your inexperience — it would boost your sexual knowledge so you wouldn't look like losers going into hook-ups and situationships and whatever messy relationships the first year of college offered.

he choked out a flustered "okay," not knowing the same experiment would be used against him years after by the same girl.

he pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a quiet sigh. "do i really have to do it?"

you pause, shoulders slumped down at his defeated tone. dread washes over sunoo when you poke your tongue to your cheek because he knew what this meant.

a brand new wave of your bitch fit is rolling in.

"you know what? i'm not going to force you if you don't want to help a friend in need." you grab your phone, grumbling more complaints under your breath.

"doll, you know i didn't mean it that way.."

your nails make loud clicking noises as you aggressively tap on the screen, scoffing through your nose while you scroll through the familiar names on your roster. "guess i'll just call jungwon, then. or jake. or winter, or sohyun—fuck!—whoever fucking answers first! 'm sure they'd be more of a willing participant anyway."

sunoo's jaw tightens at your fuck buddies' names. something difficult and unnameable clawed at his throat, begging to be vocalized but he swallows all of it down and reaches for your wrist instead.

"don't do that, doll."

"so are you going to do it instead?"

his hold tightens as the scowl on your face curl into a giddy smile.

"i knew you'd give in."

"hurry up and change into a different shirt before i change my mind."

you slip out of your bathroom wearing a velvet top just like the photo you found: classy crimson red color, off the shoulder neckline, form fitting at the waist, but loose enough around your chest for you to tug it down and expose the marks.

you walk over to sunoo with an extra pep to your step, giving him a single twirl. "how does this one look?"

sunoo's eyes travel to your face, to the clean, unmarred skin of your neck, and then lower down to where his eyes usually end up getting stuck on: your tits.

the shirt did wonders for your figure, and it's not his fault that the fabric had a special way of catching the light and emphasizing your breasts' perkiness so well — it's all normal and involuntary, really.

but the heat rising up to his cheeks and the guilt slamming at his conscience are proof that he couldn't convince himself it normal.

he knows he shouldn't be getting half-hard just from your pretty pair's silhouette and he knows he shouldn't be ogling at them so carelessly, but at the end of the day, sunoo was only a man—the kind who would fail the gentleman's challenge of looking away from temptation.

thankfully, you're too focused on yourself to catch him in the act.

"it looks good on you." sunoo swings his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting in his usual manspread before patting his thigh. "c'mere, babe."

you'd been in this position more times than you can count, so you sit down atop of him without hesitation, knees sinking into the soft mattress as you make yourself comfortable on his lap.

one of your hands rest on his shoulder and the other pushes your hair to one side. "you ready?"

"only if you are."

"alright. let's see how much you've improved since freshman year." you jab, grinning with that familiar glint of evil in your eyes.

confidence pours out of him as he leans in until the tip of his nose brushes along the column of your neck. "you don't know what you're asking for, doll."

the sudden closeness makes you shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin when you grow aware of how warm he is pressed against you. has he always been this broad? this firm?

you swear you didn't mean to gulp so loudly, but you did. and you knew he heard it because you could feel his shit-eating grin against your neck.

his lips brush against your pulse as he spoke. "nervous? don't tell me you're backing out now."

"what're you trying to imply? shut up and get to work." you bite back, further bratty remarks silenced by the press of his soft lips against your skin.

sunoo takes his time trying to find a spot that would deliver equal pleasure to you and insult to your ex. he presses open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, and once he found a spot he liked, he didn't hold back.

he licks and nips into a patch of skin, muffling a groan against you as the whisper of soap and vanilla from your body mist hits his tongue. it's so sweet, familiar, and undeniably you.

you let out soft sighs, one of your hands scraping upwards until his jet black strands were tangled in your fingers.

he leans back on occasion to assess whether it was colored deeply enough for his liking. if it was, he'd move on to the next spot and if it wasn't, he'd go back in harder, hungrier.

"a–ah… sunoo," you whimper after an especially harsh bite. "can't you be more gentle?"

"do you want me to do my job properly or not?" he huffs and lets his teeth scrape against your jugular, almost as if to teach you a lesson.

you don't understand why he's suddenly so eager to be a participant in your vengeful side-quest, but sunoo knew damn well that the silence was doing. it was giving him the perfect opportunity to settle with the annoyance he's been trying to set aside for so long.

a deep-seated irritation, both from the fact that you were willing to go this far to prove your worth to your ex—who had already left you broken hearted and done it with another woman—and the fact that you essentially fooled him into being a tool to achieve that goal.

he quietly redirected that anger through increased roughness of his bites, disregarding if it brought you discomfort. you wanted to get your revenge on your ex, so in his own little way, he was getting his revenge on you too.

but the more marks he left, the more irate he got.

he pulls back, gracefully wiping the shine off of his plump lips. "you want me to put a few on your tits too, right?"

despite the ugly emotions brewing inside him, sunoo looked like composure incarnate.

you, in stark comparison, were a mess: lower lip caught between your teeth, face all flushed and reddish, eyes unable to meet his.

"y–yeah.. just a couple on the left one."

"well i'm not gonna be able to do that with your shirt in the way."

"shirt… ha, right," you force out a chuckle. "can you, like, look away for a quick second?"

he's confused but he follows your strange request anyway. you take that chance to pull your shirt over your head, and the belated regret of not wearing a bra hits you.

you fight through it, slipping your hands back up until you're cupping your bare chest, swallowing down a whimper when your palm presses flat against your pebbled nipples.

"you can look now..." you mutter, feeling blood rush to your cheeks.

it's odd to suddenly feel shy when sunoo has seen you in more awful situations.

he's once picked you up from a bar, wasted and sniffling like a madwoman with mascara-stained undereyes after one margarita too many. he was a witness to your swollen eyes and tissue-stuffed nostrils when you got sick.

hell, he even hung out with you when you were clad in just panties and a flimsy sports bra, nipples poking through the thin fabric, all sweaty and lethargic because your landlord took too long to fix your broken ac in the middle of an intense heatwave.

you've been more naked with sunoo.

and yet you've never felt more exposed until now.

it's not a matter of the amount of clothing. it's likely the way he's behaving—the dark tinge of hunger in his eyes triggering your prey tendencies to hide, to run, even when he isn't actually doing anything yet.

he doesn't speak, doesn't move. he just looks at the flesh spilling behind your hands and the pretty crimson marks blooming above it like his personal artwork.

"stop squirming." he commands in that low, raspy voice. the way your body quickly follows his orders is an embarrassment in itself.

he anchors you on top of him again and presses his lips on the spot just above the dip of your cleavage. slow and gentle, almost reverential in the way he lets his lips sink into the softness of your chest.

compared to your neck, the softness of his mouth feels even more devastating here. senses heightened by the pressure of his mouth sucking into the upper curve of your tits, warm and wet tongue licking the bruises he made like an apology.

each graze of his teeth sends warmth pooling between your spread thighs where your sorry excuse of cotton panties are most likely drenched and ruined already.

he shifts a little beneath you, spending a few seconds kissing around the mark he just made before he grunts in dissatisfaction at his inability to find the next suitable spot.

"take your hands off and let me hold them."

your heart drops. "w–what?"

"you heard me." he says, slowly lifts your fingers off to reveal more skin. there's almost a nonchalance in his tone, like he was only suggesting it to be more efficient. "i can hold 'em up, doll. i'd make better hickeys without your hands in the way."

you stare at sunoo, and he stares back at you.

you don't know what the simple act of revealing yourself topless to your best friend could entail. he has seen you almost naked, but this... it could completely change the way he viewed you. it could possibly ruin your friendship in it's entirety.

in hindsight, these were possibilities you should've considered before you persuaded him to help recreate that photo. but with several marks already tainting your skin, you deem it useless to fight his suggestion.

you begrudgingly let go and look to the side in shame.

you feel the hands on your hips slowly travel upwards, tracing the curve of your hips, up to the dip of your waist before he fully cups your tits. the warmth of his palms pressed against your ribs is too hard to ignore.

even with your eyes glued to the swaying curtains of your room, you could feel the intensity of sunoo's dark gaze piercing through your fully exposed torso. you could feel his breathing turn heavy as he inhales slow like he's dragging out the moment.

your tits are... perfect. they're smooth, perky, and feels the right amount of heavy in his hands—just as beautiful as sunoo imagined.

"didn't know how pretty these are, baby." he leans back in to brush his lips along your jaw, voice having that signature teasing lilt. "are they as sensitive as i think?"

the question is followed with a gentle squeeze, to which you respond with a high pitched whimper.

"huh.. guess they are. didn't realize there were still new things i can discover about you, baby." he gives you a cocksure grin, unable to resist jiggling them in his hold.

the bravery in your tone as you snap at him is fueled by a mix of impatience and humiliation. "j–just shut your trap, sunoo. are you going to mark me or are you going to keep yapping my ear off?"

"now, now, sweet girl. that's no way to talk to someone when they're cupping your tits—not when you're this reactive to it." he clicks his tongue, hands closing in around your breasts in a rough grope.

he runs his thumbs over your stiff nipples and the friction of his fingers going back and forth against the peaks has you stammering and squeaking at the same time.

"shit, sunoo..o—oh my god, wait, don't!"

your protest falls on deaf ears. in usual sunoo fashion, he does simply as he pleases. he stares at your chest, almost hypnotized, while he tweaks and pulls and pinches, uncaring for the pathetic little noises you made.

then, seemingly remembering the task at hand, he resumes his full hold, pushing your pretty pair up and together. he lets his lips brush against the drip between your breast, the lack of obstruction giving him the freedom to carelessly press kisses all over the smooth skin.

"so pretty... and so fucking soft. god, they're perfect."

his warm breath fans over your pebbled nipples and you have to purse your lips to hold back the mewls threatening to rush out. he's shamelessly kneading and squeezing, obsessed with how tender they feel in his hands while his mouth persists on leaving more marks, making the obscene sounds of slurping and lip smacking bounce against the walls.

you try to endure but you're too flustered to keep being this close to him when your body feels like it's wrecked and burning a thousand degrees.

"sun, that's more than enough for the photo—nngh… stop!"

sunoo leans away with an unamused expression. he stares at the purple and red splotches littered from your neck down to your soft mounds with his jaw clenched tight.

were they not proof that you allowed him to touch you? taste you? were your moans not evidence that he made you feel good? so why do you keep telling him to stop?

and above all else, why do keep insisting that this is still for that stupid fucking photo?

"stop? are you really telling me to stop?"

"y–yes!"

the chuckle he lets out sounds hollow. just as you believed he was granting you mercy by pulling away, he only did it put your desperation on display.

his hand leaves one of your tits unattended in pursuit of holding on the back of your head, slender fingers finding enough grip against your hair to guide you to look down.

there, on the very big and very obvious bulge he sported, was a dark patch of wetness that stained his grey sweats. a mark that you've left behind.

"shouldn't i be the one telling you that?"

oh, god.

you've been humping him.

you've been humping your best friend and you weren't even aware you were doing it.

your eyes widen. "i— i wasn't… i didn't—"

"didn't what? didn't mean to say stop, or didn't mean to slut yourself out on top of me like a needy whore?" he laughs meanly, tightening his hold on your hair.

the mean insults make you choke on your words and the pain on scalp is adding to it, spiraling you further into a humiliation-fueled arousal.

"n–no! i swear i—"

"what is it, doll? you were basically showing how much you wanted my cock, and you only want us to stop now?" he throws one rhetorical question after another, emphasizing his last word with a thumb cruelly pressed down on your stiff, aching nipple.

you let out a shattered sob, body instinctively arching towards him and causing even more pressure on where you were already feeling the most sensitive.

"f–fuck—nnh—sun, please. p–please!"

"please what, doll?"

please let go. please squeeze me harder. please fuck me. please stop. please keep touching me.

you don't know what you're begging for anymore.

the low timbre of sunoo's voice and the unbearable stickiness between your thighs and the sensation of his groomed fingernail scraping against the tip of your nipple was driving you into a lustful craze and further fogging up your mind.

"tell me, pretty. c'mon. use your big girl words and tell me what you want."

his thumb rests on your lower lip and presses on the dampness of it. not pushing in, just resting while he admired how ruined you look—skin glistening in sweat, cheeks deeply tinted, teary waterline making glitters as they reflect the dull warm light of your bedside lamp.

you look beautiful.

if he knew this was all it took to get a view of you like this, he would have probably risked your friendship a long long time ago.

"oh, my pretty doll. you can't even talk, can you? so desperate for cock you'd resort to humping me while i make your poor nipples swell up..." he's relentless with his taunts, knowing it was riling you up even more.

you could physically feel the gush of wetness leak from your hole simultaneous to sunoo pushing his thumb inside your mouth. it presses on the dip of your tongue and he's mesmerized at the sight of you accepting it wholly with eyes fluttered shut.

you suck on it with hollowed cheeks, tongue rubbing on the pad of his finger and it gets his painfully hard cock twitching inside his sweats. he wants nothing more than to push your head down and get your warm mouth sucking on something better.

"you're lucky i know you so well, baby. it's all you've been thinking about, right? me filling up that pretty little pussy of yours."

"mmmm–mhm..." you nod desperately with his finger still in your mouth and your pretty tits bounce along, almost putting sunoo in a trance again.

he pulls out his thumb with a wet pop, the same saliva-slick finger rolling around your nipple. the cool air of the room to bites on the sensitive buds but sunoo replaces it with his own mouth, desperate to give himself a proper taste.

he pulls gratification from how full your tits feel, from the noticeable tenseness in your muscle each time he purposefully pinches your stiff bud between his teeth, and how easily his tongue disappears into their softness.

most of all, he's proud of the sounds you make as he plays with your plush tits as much as he desired. the sighs of relief, your hitched breaths and moans, no matter how hard you tried to bite them back, were all laid out in the open and they made it impossible for sunoo to keep holding onto his patience.

"fuck, can't keep blue balling myself like this," he effortlessly flips you on your back until you're trapped between him and the bed, growling. "i need everything off. now."

you don't need to be told more. you make quick work of your shorts and panties, kicking it down your legs until your warm, sticky center is fully exposed while sunoo rids himself of his shirt.

you're eager to help him too. guided by the warning look in his eyes, you hook your fingers and tug down, not knowing you'd get a jaw-dropping surprise.

you already suspected sunoo had the cock to match his big-dick-energy.

the softness of his features made him an easy target for less than playful jabs—the size of his cock being the punchline of a joke more often than not. yet sunoo would just shrug and agree with that self-reassured smirk that told you he was more than pleased with the amount he was blessed with.

and it was a given that he knew how to put it to good use because he's narrated several horror stories of hook-ups desperately running back to him, begging to get another taste of the seemingly endless pleasure he could offer.

and maybe you've also let your mind trail off, wondering just how big your best friend's cock really is on nights when you were especially deprived of an orgasm. but you'd smack yourself out of that dangerous train of thought before ever reaching a conclusion.

yet no amount of speculation could have prepared you for what you're seeing.

sunoo is… big. hell, maybe big isn't even the correct term.

hung. your best friend is fucking hung.

not only was it long, but now that it's free from the confines of his pants, it's clearly visible how thick and girthy he was, too. it's neatly shaven, smooth, had bulging veins that lead your eyes down to his tip that was flushed a deep pink color and glistening with pre-cum.

and his cock's so pretty—probably the prettiest one you've encountered amongst the ones you've seen online and the ones you've personally handled in real life.

your mouth waters and your pussy gushes both in worry and excitement.

"eyes up here, sweets." he teases, tipping your chin up so you'd look at his face. "you're staring so hard. if your jaw drops a little more, i'd assume you're inviting me to stick it inside that pretty mouth."

"n–no… you're too…" you trail off, unable to continue your sentence. "it's not going to fit..."

"don't worry your pretty little head about that, doll. we'll find a way. with how wet you are—" he slips his hand between your thighs, a corner of his lip tugging up at the dampness pressing against his palm. "—i don't think it's going to be much of a problem.. but i'd gladly prep my girl."

you're putty in his hands as he positions you to lay down in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide enough for him to settle in between.

he's back to being gentle, plump lips pressing frustrating featherlight kisses along your inner thighs when you're already there, already bare, and ready to be taken.

"you said that you wouldn't blue ball yourself... so why are you fucking teasing?" you grunt breathlessly in frustration, tugging on his hair.

sunoo looks at you through his lashes and his fox-like eyes look even more hypnotizing from this angle. the way he maintains eye contact as he drags his tongue to lick along the sides of your puffy lips is downright nasty.

he lets out a sigh that sounded more like it was made out of pity for you. "because you're sopping wet, baby. so messy and eager. i wanted to savor the moment a little more, but if you're so eager…"

a menacing smirk graces his lips as he braces his arms underneath your thighs. and without any more words, he buries his face right in.

the hunger he's been staving off crashes down all at once, leaving what little doubt you had for sunoo's sexual prowess to dissolve into thin air.

his mouth lays flat against your folds, lapping stripes up and down your pussy with deathly coordination. he alternates between prodding his tongue into your hole, and stroking it upwards to rub the tip against your swollen clit, eagerly flicking at the pudgy bundle of nerves.

he muffles moans against your cunt and the subtle vibrations of his mouth feel like shockwaves with how pent up and sex-deprived you are, making you whimper even louder.

"oh, fuckfuckfuck—nnngh, sunoo!"

he tightens his grip to keep you from squirming, your unashamed noises encouraging him to continue exploring the cunt he'd spent a mortifying amount of time fantasizing about. (again, you may be his best friend, but he was also just a man.)

his warm tongue pushes in and out of your hole, wanting more of the nectar only you could offer. and once his greed was satisfied half-way, he pushes two fingers inside to keep it occupied.

"shit, you're so tight… 'nd so fucking sweet. could get fucking addicted to how you taste, doll." he whispers, voice fraying at the ends.

he could spend hours between your legs just devouring you, that's how far gone he is.

his plump lips find your clit again and his fingers pump in such quick rhythm that your juices splatter, staining his chin and knuckles.

you already felt like you were on cloud nine, body floating in the air, and the obscene, slurping noises that bounced off the walls from everything that he was doing only added to that delirium.

"sunoo… fuck, your mouth's so good!" you hiccup with eyes fluttered shut from bliss, the overwhelming sensation making your back bow high while your hips roll against his mouth.

his cock jumps at the soft noises you make. you're so hot, so desperate that it was making him rut against the mattress for a semblance of friction.

"pretty fucking girl. can't believe you've been hiding this sweet little thing from me. and you're being so noisy, too.. can you hear that? hear how desperate you are, just sucking my fingers right in?"

sunoo wasn't really asking to get an answer. he was so intoxicated from the way you taste that he was just slurring compliments against your sopping pussy.

he pulls away with the lower half of his face covered and glistening with your arousal, hooded eyes zoned in on your fucked out expression. his thumb rubs your clit in tight circles before adding another finger inside, curling them inwards until each push and pull rubs on your sweet spot.

"fuck, sunoo... i—hnnnghh—sunoo!"

you're so dizzy that you couldn't muster announcing your incoming orgasm. you're just bucking your hips against his hands to meet his fingers halfway, profanities and his name leaving your swollen lips again and again.

sunoo brushes his arousal-covered lips against your inner thigh, humming proudly at the way your walls pulse and tighten around his fingers because he already knows.

"it's okay, doll. cum for me. show me how good you feel fucking yourself on my fingers."

"fuck... s–sun!"

you're gasping for air, throwing your head back against the silken pillows—then your jaw goes slack while the rest of your muscles grow taut as the euphoric feeling takes over your entire body.

sunoo continues to whisper soft reassurances against your skin as he slows down his speed and presses gentle kisses on your pulsing clit to slowly guide you down from the height of your mind-blowing orgasm.

then, he braces an arm beside your head, one hand on your jaw to get you to look at him through the hazy filter of your blissful tears.

he kisses the corner of your mouth, an act that feels far too intimate despite his mouth being glued to your pussy just mere moments ago.

"shhhh, you did so well, baby. 'm so proud of my girl. did that feel good, mm?"

you can't reply anything comprehensible. just soft sounds that resemble a vague agreement which was somehow an even better answer.

he starts kissing lower and lower down your skin, following the purple-colored trail marks he left until his lips encase your nipple again. his tongue swirls around, flicking against the sensitive and swollen buds while cum stained fingers roll the other in between them, pulling more breathy noises of protest out of you.

"sunoo, wait—i.. i just came. i can't go again—nngh, s–stop."

sunoo reaches to get a hold of his cock, running the thick head of it up and down your slit until the mix of your arousals are leaking down to the bedsheet before presses his shaft down with a thumb until the underside of it is flat against your core.

"you say you want me to stop," a mixture between a sigh and a laugh escapes his lips at the filthy sight of your pussy lips struggling to wrap around his thickness. "yet here you are... staying still and leaking all over my cock while i use you to give myself a pussy job."

he's purely relying on your bare cunt for friction. sharp jolts of overstimulation shoots through your spine each time the long, veiny shaft drags on your swollen bud as sunoo continues thrusting into the air.

you don't spit it out verbally, but desperation is oozing out of you. you're gazing at him with pleading eyes, lower lip trembling with any coherent thought slipping from your mind the harder he presses his tip to your sensitive clit.

sunoo coos, reveling at the overwhelmed tears pooling at your waterline. "my poor little girl's such a cry baby. there's nothing to be shy about. i know you want it, so just say it. say yes and i'll give you your fill."

"yes. y–yes!"

he doesn't wait for you to question yourself why you answered him so quickly nor does he allow you to process what its consequences would be. he just whispers a satisfied "good girl," before angling his hips lower to push into you.

even after spreading you open with his fingers, your walls were still clamping down, unfamiliar to the feeling of wrapping around something this big.

"you're so fucking tight, shit." he hisses, expression crumpling.

"mmh.. b–big.. 's so big," the words come out as both a compliment and a complaint.

you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, face grimaced in discomfort while tears roll from your eyes as sunoo pushes even more of himself inside you.

he pauses after seeing your sewn brows, kissing in between it. then his lips move to your cheeks, your ear, the side of your head.

he isn't really aiming, isn't really thinking.

he's just focused on distracting himself from the tight grip of your walls because he knows if he lets his body take over, it would want to take more and that would definitely hurt you.

"mmm, i know it is, baby. take deep breaths for me, okay? you're being such a good girl, taking my cock so so well.. just a few more and you'll feel so much better, baby. i'll make sure of it. can you let me make you feel good, hmm?"

you nod fervently at his promise and sunoo kisses the corner of your mouth as a reply. barely a brush of actual lip-to-lip contact.

in your daze, your eyes end up getting drawn to his lips. how plump and dewy they look.

sunoo's face is so close to yours now. barely an inch away. it would be so easy to kiss him. just a tilt of your head would close that short distance. you feel your lips already jutting out at the thought.

but a kiss—despite everything else you're doing, and have done so far—would be the most sacrilegious thing to want right now. like an act that would cross the line.

the conflict in your mind is interrupted, unable to be dwelled upon because he's pushing himself inside again and the sting shooting throughout your lower half grounds you back to the situation at hand.

"sunoo… you're—hnn, i don't.. i c–can't take more.." you drawl out, shaking your head.

"sshhh. you can, baby. i know you can. we're already so close, just.. ah—" his own brows furrowed as he looks down at where your bodies are almost connected. "—just hold on for a bit, mmkay?"

he offsets the pain by giving your tits gentle squeezes and showering you with sincere praises. "you're being so good f'me. my prettiest. 'm so proud of my favorite fucking girl.. taking so much of me already."

the amount of self-control it's taking him to be gentle with you is reflected in the tightness of his jaw as he slowly pushes the rest of his length inside, now fully nested within your snug walls.

"doll, f–fuck—you feel so good around me.. shit, you're suffocating my cock."

sunoo is damn near about to lose his mind.

you're so warm and so incredibly tight and you look so beautiful with tears in yours eyes.

he has prided himself, not only on his huge cock, but also on his impressive stamina—but right now he's spiraling, trying to think of his roommate's dirty socks, report deadlines, a sad k-drama, things that would keep him from cumming on the spot and they're barely doing the job.

"too much... 's too much, too full—!!" you cry out, walls spasming around him because they're unused to being stretched to this extent.

the reasonable part in your head is screaming "too much! too much!" and yet the deeply insatiable part of it is whispering poison in your ear, telling you want more—need more.

"shhh, 'ts okay. stay with me, baby." he whispers, tip of his nose nudging your cheek to pull you out of your short reverie. you make a broken sound to acknowledge him to which he smiles, kissing the corner of your lips again like a newly-developed habit.

the hand on your chest moves down to rub your clit in circles, lips travelling upwards to your ear to nibble at the shell of it until your soft sobs are replaced with needy mewls.

"that's right. let me take control, baby. i'll fuck all that pain away, make you feel good until you cream around my cock. you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"y–yes, sun... wanna feel good, wan' more, please." you move your hips as best you can in blind search of more friction, cheeks flaring up when you hear the faint sound of his chuckle.

sunoo began thrusting shallowly, only pulling out a couple inches at most and gently pushing in again, considerate enough to ease you into it. when you're truly lax enough, whispering breathy pleads for more he finds a steady rhythm and starts to rock his hips.

"you're so tight, baby. s–so warm. don't go quiet on me now, mm? let me know how good i'm making you feel."

"yes, sunoo—hnnn!—it's so so good. please don't stop, baby," you give his arms encouraging squeezes and sunoo pretends his hips didn't stutter from the sudden pet name.

"i know, needy thing.. it's okay. i won't stop," his mouth trails lower once more because he seemingly can't stop himself from gravitating towards your chest.

he groans from deep within his throat and you could feel him start to move more recklessly the more he let himself slip further into his tit-drunken honest ramblings.

"mmh, i couldn't stop fucking you even if i wanted to. you're so beautiful. especially these tits—god, i love your tits s'much, baby. you don't know how insane they drive me. been wanting to see 'em so bad, you know that? you wore that top i bought you to the function last week and—ah, f–fuck—you know what i did the moment i got home?"

"mmm.. what—?"

"i fucking jerked off to the picture we took. your tits just looked so pretty," he confesses. the bluntness of his words, the way he bares out his desire and neediness for you, combined with the speed at which he's driving his throbbing cock inside is making your body tremble.

"you make me fucking pathetic, doll. got me cumming on my phone screen within minutes like a fucking teenager. shit, you piss me the fuck off."

like a switch, the anger sunoo has been holding onto comes back the moment he remembers why he's even fucking you. it's evident in the way he bites down on your nipple and in the cruel way his cock presses in so deep you swear you feel the head of it is prodding your cervix.

sunoo fixes his posture, tightens his grips on your hips until his knuckles turn white from the way he digs down your skin. now with leverage, he vents out all harbored irritation he has for you and your ex in quick, harsh thrusts.

"putting your body on display for my eyes like that and asking me of all people to help you in your evil little scheme few days after—but now... look at you. moaning like a slut under me, getting dumb for my cock. you're just as pathetic as i am."

it's supposed to be punishment, but it doesn't really feel like one when all it does is push you closer to the brink of another orgasm, your mind so hazy that your words come out slurred and almost incoherent.

"no—hnngh—n–no, 'm not!"

"really?" he's cocky now, a dangerous glint in his eyes when he pulls hips back far enough and slams it inside in one smooth push.

your eyelids screw shut, brows sewn together, mouth forming into a small o as his cock literally knocks air out of you. "oh my god—!!"

"all that effort for revenge just to end up like this... you are pathetic, baby," he chuckles, driving into your harder. "and all your facade of being the girl on top? the girl in power? down the fucking drain, because you do like being used—you love getting used by me. no toys, no ex, no lame fuck buddy could compare to your best friend's cock."

he threw that title to shame you for wanting him so obviously. from getting wet from his words, his mouth, his touch, his cock. not your ex's or your lame fuck buddies'—his.

and it's working.

he knows the shame is eating at you, turning you needier and hungrier. and he knows you're drunk on his cock so uses this newfound weapon against you—abruptly stopping with it still deeply inside.

"go ahead… admit it, doll." he gives you a condescending nod. a movement that says he isn't going to move until you could swallow down your pride.

you couldn't hold back a frustrated cry. your nails dig at his back in frustration, acrylic clawing into his smooth and fair skin as you pull him down until his face is barely meeting yours.

"don't you dare do this now, sunoo. stop teasing me and just fucking put it back in!"

the seriousness in your glared eyes causes a humorless chuckle to leave his lips.

"ah, you were so good for me just a while ago. what happened to my sweet girl? you know being a demanding brat doesn't work on me—it may have worked on the little fucktoys you have on your roster, but not on me."

a slow and filthy shlick sound echoes from between your bodies as he deliberately pulls himself out.

he watches with predatory hunger as you squirm and hopelessly grind your hips against the air, unused to the absence of his thick cock spreading you open.

"you either say it properly, or you don't get it at all."

"w–wait, no.." you squeeze his shoulders, looking up at him with pleading eyes. heat and shame and need flares up all over your body while he looks at you with a cruel smirk. "i want to... fuck, what do you want me to say?"

sunoo's free hand reaches up to hold your jaw. his eyes stare into yours and you know by the firmness of his grip that he has enough patience to keep dragging out this torturous game.

"you already know what you want, doll. you just have to say it. say you love being used. say you love my cock. matter of fact, if you want it so bad... then fucking beg for it."

you nibble down on your lower lip, heart sinking at his command before finally echoing out his words with a defeated tone.

"i love… being used by you. and i want your cock to fill me up again…"

"mmm, i couldn't hear you, baby. there's not much begging from what i heard either." he prods with a fake sigh, pushing his cock back inside your gummy walls again but not fucking you with more than the tip just to see how much you'd break.

your jaw is clenched, hips moving in desperate rolls and yet it wasn't enough to satisfy you—not after feeling him entirely. pride and reputation fully compromised, you finally sob out.

"please, sunoo!" you cry, pleading. "i want your cock.. i love it and i love being used by you so please use me however you want! just—just need you to make me cum. need you to make me take it, please!"

sunoo's heart swells at the desperation in your voice, ego boosted far beyond what he could've believed.

"would you look at that? my best friend, the university's resident vixen, actually begging like a good girl." he coos with faux-sympathy before ramming inside you in a single thrust.

he doesn't let you adjust to it anymore—if you were begging for it so loudly, he'd let you take every single merciless slam he gives.

his long cock drags against your slippery walls, getting you empty only to fill you whole again, the strength of his hips snapping into you making your body rock forward each time.

"oh my gosh, sunoo—yes! you're so deep inside me, fuck, please don't stop!" you chant his name in dragged out mewls, loud and unashamed.

the blacks of his eyes drown out the amber, pupils dilated at the sight of your restless hands pushing and kneading your bouncing tits together while your fingers roll the stiff buds around in quick circles—something he's only ever fantasized in the privacy of his own mind, now made true right before him.

"that's right, baby… keep playing with your tits f'me. give me a show." he rasps, voice thick with satisfaction.

like a reward, he hooks your legs to his shoulders and leans forward to where each slam of his cock would brush against the special spot that had you seeing pure white.

"sunoo—nngh, please... there! just like that... more! h–harder, please!"

he clicks his tongue against his teeth in pretend disdain, but he's beyond pleased at how vocal you are. "greedy girl, already taking a lot and still wanting more... maybe this is what you should send him, hmm? i bet he'd get the message loud and clear when he sees how good you're being for me, all pliant and dumb and needy for my cock."

the memory of your ex doesn't even sting, doesn't make you feel anything. there's no room for it when you feel so good, and so overwhelmingly full.

all you could focus on is sunoo, how handsome and sharp he looks when he's this possessive. sweat rolling down his toned torso, faint line of his abs showing each time he bottoms out, the dull shine on his lips that's making it look much more delectable than it ever has.

you're intoxicated from the pure bliss of his length hitting all the right spots that you let go of all inhibitions. you don't care anymore. you grab sunoo's shoulders and slur out, "k–kiss.. i wan' kiss, baby..."

his expression softens, thrusts faltering briefly as your breaths mingle in that narrow space between your lips. you look into his eyes, catching lust and something deeper you can't pinpoint before he finally seals your lips together.

you hold on his nape, keeping him close while he bites on your lower lip gently to make you part your lips, giving his tongue the opportunity to lick and swirl around your wet cavern.

it feels so easy to melt into it, having achieved what you've been fantasizing about since feeling his mouth on your skin.

the intimacy of the position, the feeling of his fingers brushing up your forearm so he could take your hands and pin it beside your head, the sound of skin slapping mixed with the intermittent gasps for air both of you take before going back to the messy kiss—it's all adding to the tight coil deep down your abdomen.

sunoo's fingers laces through yours and he pulls back slowly. "fuck, doll, y–you—" his words are interrupted by a hiss, eyes moving to look at the way his cock disappears into you. "feel so fucking good, shit—you're taking my cock like a good girl."

you feel so fuzzy, so lightheaded and sunoo's voice is the only thing keeping you from floating out of your body.

"y–your good girl," you nod your head, squeezing on your interlocked palms to gain his attention back, lips already pouted. "i'm yours, 'm yours! so keep making me take it and keep kissing me, please.."

you're begging so prettily, pushing all the right buttons to get his heart fluttering that sunoo has no other choice but to give in even if he knows it'll be the end of him to taste your lips like that again.

you let him muffle your noises, swallowing down all the high pitched whines and moans. he moves his hips faster, harder, despite the tender way his lips move against yours.

"my good girl's so pretty.. tight pussy's so good at taking me like it wants me to mold it to the shape of my cock." his voice is gravel-like when he whispers praises after pulling away.

your legs subconsciously wrap around his hips in fear that he'd pull the rug under you again. you tighten you legs around him, keeping him as close as possible when the pressure in your tummy begins burning too hot.

"sunoo, i'm gonna... please.. please! 's too much.. i'm—i'm going to cum!"

the whispers of his name turn into cries, only smothered when you bite down into his shoulder. sunoo lets out a pained groan, yet does nothing to move from you. instead, he drives into your faster, ruthlessly pushing you towards your peak.

he whispers sweetly, "i know, baby. fuck, i'm close too—let go and cum again f'me, pretty. make a mess on this cock, yeah?"

his voice unravels you, your second orgasm of the night coming down on your helpless body in a violent crash.

your muscles lock up as you coat his cock in your cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head, plump lips that were still shiny from the spit you shared parting to take heavy breaths.

the sight of you looking so fucked out snips at whatever thread of restraint he has left.

sunoo couldn't think, couldn't control himself from pushing into you again. he kept grunting under his breath, hips pistoning in and out of your pulsing hole, determined to chase after his own release.

"so pretty… so fucking beautiful.."

he hurriedly pulls himself out, scooting closer to you with fingers tightly coiled around his length in a pathetic attempt to imitate the warmth and tightness of your walls.

"fuck... shit—you look so fucking pretty, baby. i'm gonna mark you up, cum on your tits and make you all fucking mine."

the way he fucks his fist makes a filthy fapfapfap sound echo out. his thighs are clenching from the delicious burn of friction and his hips lose their pace.

your name finally comes out of his lips in a shaky growl as his cum spurts out in thick, translucent ropes across your heaving chest.

sunoo takes a mental image of that obscene view, keeping an eternal copy in the back of his mind before blindly reaching for his shirt so he could wipe off the mess he made.

after a while, you feel him slump down beside you, taking heavy breaths, completely and utterly spent.

you make your move to scoot closer to him, back pressed to his chest, curling into the open arms he's prepared for you.

his arms coil around your waist like a habit, sharp nose pressed on your nape with a palm splayed on your tummy. warm, familiar, and homey.

a smile graces his lips as he gets a waft of your hair's scent—citrus and berry.

"you're using the shampoo."

"what?"

"the shampoo i got you from the farmer's market last month. you said it's gross because you don't want to walk around smelling like pastry, but you're using it."

"it grew on me, i guess."

"it grew back on you." sunoo clarifies, hooking his chin over your shoulder with a gentle smile. "remember when we were fourteen and you asked my sister the recipe for her lemon blueberry cupcakes?"

heat rushes to your cheeks at the memory but you brush it off, turning around to face him. "that's such an obscure memory pull, sunoo."

he keeps his hold on you, fingers pressing on the small of your back. he shrugged, leaning forward to press his nose on your hairline, making a dramatic sniff to tease.

"it's what i remembered when i bought it for you—all i'm saying is i'm glad you're using it."

the action causes his lips to brush against your forehead and it reminds you of the kiss—that kiss. the way you begged for it, and the way he indulged your fantasy without hesitation.

the loud, insistent thought to kiss him again fills your mind. and like telepathy, he's pressing a kiss on your forehead, another to your cheek, then another to the corner of your mouth.

but just before you think he's about to kiss your lips... he pauses.

your breath hitches and you look so small, so confused. a part of his heart cramps up when you stare at him with such soft, hopeful eyes.

anticipation and fear both come as a single force, pushing him to press his lips on yours.

this isn't messy like the ones you did ago—no tongue, no moaning, no whispers of filth in between.

there's something much more innocent and clean in the way he's kissing you this time.

your heart flutters, warmth thrumming under your skin as your mind and body comes to an unshakeable conclusion: in comparison to the kisses you've shared with every fleeting hook-up and every romantic figure in your life, only this kiss—the one you're sharing with your best friend—feels right.

you part from each other, breathless and equally pink in the face.

he looks into your eyes with same, charged intensity like before. except this time, it makes him look unreadable. all of a sudden, dread settles in your stomach. heavy and suffocating.

what does this mean?

the fucking, the making out, and the possessive words sprinkled in between his body claiming yours—you believe it could all be somehow excused as things done in the heat of the moment.

but when all of it is said and done, and you're both naked under your blanket, limbs tangled together, looking at each other after sharing something that feels much more pure and intimate than anything either of you had ever done before...

fuck.

what does this mean?

what does all of this mean?

sunoo breaks through your overthinking with a confession.

"i want you. i think... i've wanted you, this, a long long while ago."

you stare at him, wide eyed, heart slamming against your chest. in utter disbelief, you ask him, "w–what? sunoo, what do you mean—"

he pauses, his eyes widening like he's also surprised of the truth that just left his his lips. he persists, nonetheless.

"i mean sometimes i look at you and don't know what to do with myself. sometimes... you walk around me in tiny shorts and the tightest fucking tops and i can't function because all i can think about is bending you over and making you scream my name, but above all that ape-brain bullshit of wanting to fuck you silly—i get pissed,"

his eyes screw shut and he pulls you in with a hand gently cradling the back of your head. he guides you to press your face to his chest so you wouldn't be a witness to the pain of his suppressed feelings violently getting torn out of him, one confession after the next.

"i get pissed and offended on your behalf.. when other people don't treat you right. even at their best, you deserve more than what they could do. and i've gaslit myself into thinking i only feel so strongly about your feelings and your well-being because i'm your friend. your best friend. and we've been at each others side since god knows when—"

he takes a deep breath in and hugs you tighter, sighing softly.

"but marking you up... and kissing you and making you feel good and calling you mine... it all felt too good. too right. i can't deny it anymore, doll. i.. i've wanted you all to myself for so long and now that i got a taste of it, i don't think i can keep lying to myself anymore. or to you."

the air that still reeked of sex turns heavy while you stare at one another.

there's a long pause, the previous noise now thinned out into an almost ear-splitting silence.

sunoo sobers up from his own confession, pulls back, and cradles your cheeks, stroking the skin gently with his thumb with worry written all over his face.

"talk to me, baby. i can't do this... you know i don't like it when you get in your head. let me in there, mm?"

instead of answering him, your first instinct is to press your palm over his chest, right where you feel the almost violent drumming of his heart.

"would.." you purse your lips, murmuring softly. "would things between us change if i admit i want you too?"

sunoo shakes his head, unable to fight the soft, genuine smile tugging on his lips. "not if you don't want it to."

"can i still watch movies sitting your lap?"

"mhm."

"and it won't be weird if i ask for kisses every now and then?"

"nope." he answers, making a popping sound with his lips. "i'd prefer it if you asked for more, actually."

your blush deepens, but you pry further. "and i could still go to you for a hundred and one percent honest advice if i'm not sure about my outfit?"

"only if you'll let me fuck you in it when it looks too good."

you gasp, smacking his chest with a giggle. "sunoo!"

he laughs heartily, forcing your violent hands to wrap around him instead. "i'm only half-joking, baby. you know you always get what you want anyway."

"damn right i do." you slump in his hold, snuggling closer against him when the whole revenge plan pops up in your mind. "oh.. um..."

"yes, doll?"

"should i still take a photo? you know, for the.. thing."

a devious smirk tugs on sunoo's lips but he hides it by burying his face in your hair. "you don't need to worry about that right now, baby. i'll take care of it like i always do. go to sleep, mm?"

"mmkay.."

"i love you, doll." he tenderly whispered against your forehead.

you bite back a smile, pulling him closer. "i love you too, baby."

sunoo was a different animal now that he's been promoted from being a best friend to a not-quite-boyfriend-yet lover.

you were tended to, treated like a princess and treated you like something a little less than one in bed when he figured out you loved getting humiliated quite a bit more than you led on.

he fed you, made you laugh, took pictures of you, and made you take pictures together.

for memories, he said.

you nodded, not suspecting anything at all.

he was cuter, more clingy and needy and so eager to get you focused on him that he didn't allow you to look at your phone, not even once.

so just spent the entire day together as usual.

and now, sunoo's already snoring behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, nose pressed into your shoulder after yet another stellar performance between your thighs.

your phone rang like it's reminded you of its existence. you reach for it slowly as to not disturb your lover, confused at the texts from your friends, all congratulating you for finally settling with the guy who's been there all along.

you realized it was due to sunoo and the instagram story he mentioned you in—the same picture he made you take. it was a cute and possessive photo, far better than what you had planned to show off your ex.

the reminder of him startles you.

you're so in love, so strung on the high of breaking free from the friend zone that in pursuit of making more space for memories with sunoo, your brain had pushed any vicious feeling you had towards seojun and the plot you brewed against him out of your mind.

but now that you've reminded yourself of him, you oddly feel... nothing.

you tap on your screen to go to your conversation with seojun.

you weren't going to do anything malicious. you just wanted to read through your final conversation again and confirm that you didn't have any leftover anger or desire to prove your worth.

you expected to see your hate-filled texts, but instead, you got the messages sunoo sent to him on your behalf.

seojun still wanted you, still cared enough to barrage you with questions and clear it out with a talk. you thought you'd feel something because he got mad.

instead, you felt nothing at all.

the only reason for the wicked smile on your lips was because you adored how cruel sunoo gets when he's possessive, going as far as giving your ex proof of your relationship in the form of your breathless moans while sunoo fucked your brain numb for the second time.

filthy, hot, possessive, and completely yours.

getting back at your ex was what you initially planned for, but getting fucked (and confessed to) by your best friend was what you got instead—and that's probably most fulfilling outcome you could have ever imagined.

because, yeah.

happiness really is sweeter than revenge.

FROM YAN 🐰 ➤ this birthday fic is for my favorite boy, my husband, and the absolute love of my life kim sunoo. happy birthday, my love. ♡ + peep the angel number word count? yeah, that's sunoo sending me his love n approval !! >< and um.. i kinda went insane on this, if u can't tell by the tags.. i also had to revise a few scenes but i'm pretty happy with how it turned out hehe. this is also for the kim sunoo luvbots nation WE ON THE UP UPPPSSSS !!! + my special sunshine, my sunoo-loving twin, bini sol: if ur out there reeding this, this is also for you. imy and ily. < 3

PERMANENT TAGLIST  ➤  @mariegibeau @kristynaaah @ikeukiss @zerocoded @alex-is-sleeping @ntxs1 @angelhyuka @tsukheeshima @clxssy1997 @cripplinghooman @xoxo-seraphine @jakeycakeys @neozon3nha @jakeycakeys @vmpiricou @ja4hyvn @luv4dani @nightcat101 @wonkiipiilled @boundlesselixirflux @cokewithcameron @taesungx @aerrdeicall @meikstv @justpassingdontworry @firstclassjaylee

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[hoonstrology]

next part of ruin the friendship when babe👀💓💓

hello, luvie! i'm not quite sure tbh 🥹 it's already outlined but life has just gotten SO crazy. (i know u guys didn't ask for a life update but ur getting one anyway.)

SO. around last month i hit it off pretty big in a poker game with my cousins after betting like a good chunk of my savings AND on top of that i won again like two weeks ago and i just . idk . LOL i'm usually more frugal but it just seemed like the money was going to waste if i don't use it so i've been traveling n live laugh loving through life hence the ghosting phase on here !!!!

things have just been So Unreal for me lately. just blessings one on top of another and it doesn't feel right to keep myself glued to a screen after it all but i promise i'll be back to finishing my current smaus and wips when i can :')

[hoonstrology]

💬 CHILDREN OF DIVORCE.  ✩  PJS.

boyfriend!jay × fem!reader.⠀⠀⠀ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀⠀after a joint realization that your relationship is lacking the usual thrill, you and your boyfriend jay decide to try something new to spice things up. and while the two of you are having the time of your lives, your six friends—or the "kids" you've both unwillingly adopted—are convinced that they're about to be children of divorce.

MASTERLIST.  ┆ CONTAINS ➤ SMAU. hints of college!au. suggestive (mdni). comedy / crack. jay n reader r down bad for each other and also very crazy. found family vibes. established relationship. fluff. angst and toxic relationship dynamics, but not really. profanity. death threats & other highly inappropriate jokes. sunki crumbs bc i have freewill. ignore timestamps & typos. ✮ cameos from enhypen's maknae line ( jungwon, sunoo & ni-ki) & stayc's maknae line. (seeun, yoon / jayoon, j / yeeun. )

  𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨.ᐟ  ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 ♡

    PART O1⠀⠀⠀& ⠀⠀⠀PART O2

FROM YAN 🐰 ➤ idk how this idea hit me but it has and you all have to bear witness bc i think it's funny and i have to materialize it. :3 part two will be coming out soon. will open one tag list for it so just lmk !!

PERMANENT TAGLIST  ➤  @mariegibeau @kristynaaah @ikeukiss @zerocoded @alex-is-sleeping @ntxs1 @angelhyuka @tsukheeshima @clxssy1997 @cripplinghooman @xoxo-seraphine @jakeycakeys @neozon3nha @jakeycakeys @vmpiricou @ja4hyvn @luv4dani @nightcat101 @wonkiipiilled @boundlesselixirflux @cokewithcameron @taesungx @aerrdeicall

CHILDREN OF DIVORCE TAGLIST  ➤  @xolaufeyberry @sleepymochiiii @rikingrinse @katalior @wtfhyuck @jayhoonsgf @starfallia @pshrosie @dr1diot @iiunique @ssolarae @niksri @buttersoob @dolcetari @hyunjinsslut12 @wonuziex @scarett-lover23 @dina-10s-blog @svtenfate @sakiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii @enhypen113020 @jakeyyyjakexoxo @whoisovee @riknywngi @aresverlac @binnniemoonroa @apriglw @simjaeyunlvrclub @firstclassjaylee @vikeuchu @xerophyides @cixrosie

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[hoonstrology]

this is peak cod!jayki btw. a dad n his very tall energetic son 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[gotaturtle]

We all need to understand that the past has come to an end. It's probably the best way to view it, in order to move on. The Enhypen that included Heeseung has come to an end. That group has concluded.

Now there's a new Enhypen, a group with six members, with a new identity, branding and a new vision for their musical sound.

There's EVAN, a new soloist, with his identity, his musical sound and his vision for what his music and visual identity is going to be.

That's the reality. There's no going back. There's no bringing anyone back. They don't need to be saved by their fandom, because they're grown adults who have made their decisions for their careers.

If you haven't already, allow yourself to grieve the Enhypen that lasted six years. Grieve however long you need, but do not put it on other fans or the idols. Then move on from there and decide whether you want to stan the new Enhypen and EVAN, both, just one or none at all.

Don't put your grief, your frustrations, your confusion on other fans or on the real people within Enhypen or on EVAN.

If you want to keep boycotting to "bring someone back", perhaps it's better that you don't stan them at all. Heeseung wants to be a solo musician, he has told us that's his dream and it's not our place to decide how that dream comes to fruition. It's up to him. He has his own studio at HYBE now, he's pursuing this dream that he's mentioned over the years and he looks happy to be meeting his fans as EVAN. There is no bringing anyone back, they are two artists now and that's the reality. Enhypen's branding has changed to signify them being a new version of the group. Heeseung has his own branding and identity as a soloist.

Stop this "Enha is 7" agenda now, for the members. Please

[sunooade]

DONT LET HIM STEP FOOT INTO THAT BARBERSHOP AND IM BEING SO SERIOUS I WILL PERSONALLY BURN ALL OF THEM DOWN MYSELF IF I HAVE TO GO THAT FAR

[hoonstrology]

billboard interview sunoo....... fuck

[hoonstrology]

opened twt again for the first time in a long time n remembered why i quit in the first place lol

[hoonstrology]

the members are spoonfeeding these stubborn "fans" that they are moving forward as six. they're damn near jamming the spoon down their throats and yet you still see people twisting it to fit their own twisted narratives. 🫩

i can have empathy for feeling frustrated that the end of ot7 as we know it came as abrupt as it did but that frustration shouldn't be a pass to knowingly (and repeatedly) cross the boundaries the members have set.

[hoonstrology]

opened twt again for the first time in a long time n remembered why i quit in the first place lol

[woninlove]

Jungwon addressing the fan chants and speaking on behalf of the members is something none of you guys should be hating on 😭 He’s setting boundaries and if you as a fan cannot continue to support enhypen, you shouldn’t be calling yourself an engene. I understand it all matters on perspective but he’s setting a very clear boundary and you guys should respect that.

[hoonstrology]

 SWEETER THAN REVENGE.  ✩  KSN.

childhood friend!sunoo × fem!reader.⠀⠀⠀ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀⠀the plan: get back at your scum-of-the-earth cheating ex-boyfriend.⠀ the solution: get sunoo to help you make a steaming hot instagram story so your ex realizes what he lost.⠀ the goal was so simple — so how the hell did you end up fucking your best friend instead?

CONTAINS ➤ 11.1k words.   best friends to lovers. fluff. romance. yearner!sunoo & whipped!sunoo. slight angst. jealousy. profanity. mentions of drinking. implied bisexuality / queerness. (sunoo & reader.) pet names. (doll, babe, baby, and more.) three smau panels. ✮ mentions of enhypen's jungwon and jake, aespa's winter, and triple s' sohyun + oc seojun as reader's ex.

SMUT WARNING ➤ condescending–dom!sunoo & sub!reader. sunoo switches between soft!dom and mean!dom (trust me on this.) HUNG!SUNOO. p-in-v. unprotected sex (don't.) mild dubcon. heavy dirty talking. heavy marking. kissing & making out. sunoo's a munch and a pervert. praise kink + degradation kink. dacryphilia. orgasm control. subspace. heavy humiliation kink. dumbification. heavy tit play. heavy nipple play. angry sex, kind of. multiple orgasms. slight brat x brat tamer dynamics. possessive language and behavior. recording during sex. dry humping. pussy job. fingering & oral. (f–rec.)

NOW PLAYING ➤ all to myself – future, metro boomin ▸ dark red – steve lacy ▸ do i wanna know – arctic monkeys ▸ all mine – brent faiyaz ▸ sweat – zayn

   𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧  ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 ♡

the sadness from the break up had burnt out days ago. in it's wake, all that's left is pettiness and the pure, unadulterated hell fire of a woman scorned.

is that a bit dramatic considering you and your ex, seojun, had only been dating for three months? perhaps.

but the sick feeling you have deep in your gut from when you read those incriminating texts and watched those disgusting amateur sex tapes they filmed still kept you up at night.

you weren't mad because you wished to get back together with him—god, no. you were mad because who does he think he is to be cheating on you of all people?

you're hot. that's the reputation you've unintentionally created for yourself.

you're popular, easy on the eyes, and so charming that you're universally wanted but still unattainable to most people who tried.

your looks or level of sex appeal couldn't shield you from the fucked up way a person can decide to betray you out of nowhere. you knew that. but you'd least expected it to come from your ex because... he was seojun.

and it's an open secret within the student body that he's the guy who pursued you with the stubbornness of a crack addict hammering at the doorstep of his plug just for a single gram.

he kept pushing his luck—waiting for you outside classes, getting you treats you never asked for, and pathetically following on your tail no matter where you went.

you turned him down every single time.

you have a reputation to uphold: the popular girl who wouldn't be caught dead getting tied down to one person's bed, man or woman.

you're too young, too hot, and the confines of a committed relationship was something you couldn't ever see yourself being put into.

still, he convinced you that your time and energy wouldn't be wasted if you just gave him one chance. just a single one.

so when you gave him your sweet yes, seojun was nothing less than elated.

because who wouldn't be?what mentally sane person wouldn't be over the moon if they were be able strut into university grounds with you in their arms like a shiny, lip-gloss wearing badge of honor?

and you don't mean to be transactional. in your most vulnerable, a large part of you can admit that you felt genuine adoration for the guy — but if he was staining your reputation and boosting his own for being able to bag someone as untameable as you, then he should be somehow capable of keeping you satiated, right?

wrong.

night after night, you sat with the misery of your previously thrilling and colorful sex life turning more bland by the second.

little to no foreplay, unending doggy positions, and the act of pulling out your ol' reliable rose toy to fulfill your own needs once seojun finished became an unwanted habit.

as if that wasn't enough consequence to your stupid choices, you also had to deal with your inner circle of friends trying to placate you with the cursed phrase: "as long as he makes you happy."

but that was the issue, wasn't it? you weren't happy. not with his lackluster efforts in the romance department, and certainly not in his subpar performance in bed.

him having the audaciousness to fuck another woman was just the cherry on top.

that's why you decided to call for back up in the form of kim sunoo.

sunoo has been a constant in your life. though your friendship was forged by coincidence, it was strengthened by the passage of time.

growing up with his house beside yours, you figured the only reason he stuck around was because he didn't really have a choice but to associate himself with the chaotic ball of evil next-door.

you clearly remember him hiding behind his father's legs when your parents greeted each other the day you moved in to the house beside theirs. he was elusive during shared dinners and neighborhood barbecues, too. but your eagerness and consistency was able to slowly melt him down until he eventually stopped dodging your attempts to be closer.

he's been by your side since then.

he was there with you through the horrendous bowl cut you had at 6, the awkward growing-into-your-body puberty phase at 13, the college acceptance letters at 18, and several of your post-break up bitch fits like the one you had just a day ago.

he's helpful, always gave solid advice that sometimes feels a little too pointed, but you know it's all said out of love. the kind of friend who'd question you, but ride along anyway.

sunoo's perched on your bed, back rested against the headboard. tiktok audios blast from his phone, serving as a backdrop while you spend the next fifteen minutes scrolling through pinterest.

you needed inspiration for the hottest, steamiest picture to post — something so saliva-inducing that it would have your ex knocking frantically at your door and falling down on his knees and earnestly begging for you to take him back. and seojun, none the wiser, would be rejected with a few less-than-savory insults and a door slammed to his face.

oh, you could already taste how sweet that revenge would be.

"babe… you're seriously creeping me out. i know you're mad at your ex, but don't tell me he's driven you that crazy." sunoo mumbled with eyes still glued to his phone.

he doesn't need to see you pacing around your room. he just knows you are. and if his intuition served him right, he'd also guess that you also had your freshly-done nail between your teeth, biting on it to keep your temper at bay.

between the cringe-inducing motivational quotes and the ever inescapable clickbaity ads scattered across the pins, you were beginning to lose patience and had half a mind to reply something snarky back at him when you come across the photo.

a below the neck shot of a woman with splotches of hickeys scattered all over her neck and chest, fingers pulling down the fabric of her shirt until it revealed more marks that disappear behind her hands.

it's everything you envisioned and more.

it's perfect. it's sexy. it's tastefully raunchy. it existed in the gray space of being suggestive, but not quite reaching the line of desperate. (because god forbid your ex gets that impression.)

all of a sudden, your morale is charged back up to a hundred.

sunoo's doomscrolling is interrupted once again when you slip your phone in between his face and his own phone, smile so bright and jolly it's almost unbelievable that just got broken up with.

"sunoo! is this the photo or what?"

he takes a glance at the photo, gives your covered decolletage a quick scan, and returns his eyes to the next video his algorithm serves him.

"looks good, babe." he mutters, disinterested. "i'm soooo sure he'll come running back if he sees you pull your shirt down when he's already fucked another girl behind your back for a month."

the sarcasm in his voice goes straight over your head. "right? he'll be soooooo pissed!"

you run to the full body mirror in the corner of your room, tugging at the neckline of your shirt. "so about the hickeys. i'm gonna need you to make one here, a few by my jaw and neck, and then… hmmm, maybe a couple of dark ones on my left tit? like right about here—"

sunoo pauses his scrolling again, one of his well-groomed eyebrows rising. he was convinced he misheard you. weren't you only after the pose in that darned photo?

"a couple of what?"

"hickeys! i just knooooow he's going to be pissed if he sees i fucked around this quick after i broke up with his sorry ass. he doesn't have to know it's you, though. or maybe he can—remember he was so pressed about us being friends? yeah, that'll piss him off even more. but about the hickeys, i was thinking you could—"

"i'm not going to do that." he says flatly.

you slowly turn your head, eyes already throwing daggers his way. "well i can't fucking reach my own neck, can i? so you're going to have to do it."

"actually, i don't have to do anything."

"but sunoo!" you whine, moving on the spot beside him with pouted lips. "you said you'd help me."

"i said i'd help because i thought all i had to do was take a few photos of you in a sexy pose, not because i wanted to cosplay a vampire. i mean—sucking hickeys on your neck? that's ridiculous!"

"babe, come onnnnn," you plead, tugging on his hand. "it doesn't have to be weird! it'll be just like that one night during freshman year."

sunoo immediately cringes, expression contorting at the fresh wave of memories that your words bring.

that night was certainly... something.

two years ago, back before you moved to your fancy, off-campus flat, you snuck sunoo over to your dorm room after hours with a bottle of bottom shelf vodka in hand. you threw back one full shot glass after the other until you both end up tipsy and snuggled on your twin bed.

you stared at the bottle that was still halfway full sitting in the corner of your dorm room, the alcohol running through your veins pushing you to confess that you've never had the opportunity to give (or get) a hickey.

sunoo, careless and giggly from intoxication, admitted he had no experience in the matter either.

all of a sudden, you moved from being in his arms to being on top of him, straddling his lying body with eyes burning in determination as you convinced him that you could do it to one another.

you marketed it as something to aid your inexperience — it would boost your sexual knowledge so you wouldn't look like losers going into hook-ups and situationships and whatever messy relationships the first year of college offered.

he choked out a flustered "okay," not knowing the same experiment would be used against him years after by the same girl.

he pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out a quiet sigh. "do i really have to do it?"

you pause, shoulders slumped down at his defeated tone. dread washes over sunoo when you poke your tongue to your cheek because he knew what this meant.

a brand new wave of your bitch fit is rolling in.

"you know what? i'm not going to force you if you don't want to help a friend in need." you grab your phone, grumbling more complaints under your breath.

"doll, you know i didn't mean it that way.."

your nails make loud clicking noises as you aggressively tap on the screen, scoffing through your nose while you scroll through the familiar names on your roster. "guess i'll just call jungwon, then. or jake. or winter, or sohyun—fuck!—whoever fucking answers first! 'm sure they'd be more of a willing participant anyway."

sunoo's jaw tightens at your fuck buddies' names. something difficult and unnameable clawed at his throat, begging to be vocalized but he swallows all of it down and reaches for your wrist instead.

"don't do that, doll."

"so are you going to do it instead?"

his hold tightens as the scowl on your face curl into a giddy smile.

"i knew you'd give in."

"hurry up and change into a different shirt before i change my mind."

you slip out of your bathroom wearing a velvet top just like the photo you found: classy crimson red color, off the shoulder neckline, form fitting at the waist, but loose enough around your chest for you to tug it down and expose the marks.

you walk over to sunoo with an extra pep to your step, giving him a single twirl. "how does this one look?"

sunoo's eyes travel to your face, to the clean, unmarred skin of your neck, and then lower down to where his eyes usually end up getting stuck on: your tits.

the shirt did wonders for your figure, and it's not his fault that the fabric had a special way of catching the light and emphasizing your breasts' perkiness so well — it's all normal and involuntary, really.

but the heat rising up to his cheeks and the guilt slamming at his conscience are proof that he couldn't convince himself it normal.

he knows he shouldn't be getting half-hard just from your pretty pair's silhouette and he knows he shouldn't be ogling at them so carelessly, but at the end of the day, sunoo was only a man—the kind who would fail the gentleman's challenge of looking away from temptation.

thankfully, you're too focused on yourself to catch him in the act.

"it looks good on you." sunoo swings his legs over the edge of the bed, sitting in his usual manspread before patting his thigh. "c'mere, babe."

you'd been in this position more times than you can count, so you sit down atop of him without hesitation, knees sinking into the soft mattress as you make yourself comfortable on his lap.

one of your hands rest on his shoulder and the other pushes your hair to one side. "you ready?"

"only if you are."

"alright. let's see how much you've improved since freshman year." you jab, grinning with that familiar glint of evil in your eyes.

confidence pours out of him as he leans in until the tip of his nose brushes along the column of your neck. "you don't know what you're asking for, doll."

the sudden closeness makes you shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin when you grow aware of how warm he is pressed against you. has he always been this broad? this firm?

you swear you didn't mean to gulp so loudly, but you did. and you knew he heard it because you could feel his shit-eating grin against your neck.

his lips brush against your pulse as he spoke. "nervous? don't tell me you're backing out now."

"what're you trying to imply? shut up and get to work." you bite back, further bratty remarks silenced by the press of his soft lips against your skin.

sunoo takes his time trying to find a spot that would deliver equal pleasure to you and insult to your ex. he presses open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, and once he found a spot he liked, he didn't hold back.

he licks and nips into a patch of skin, muffling a groan against you as the whisper of soap and vanilla from your body mist hits his tongue. it's so sweet, familiar, and undeniably you.

you let out soft sighs, one of your hands scraping upwards until his jet black strands were tangled in your fingers.

he leans back on occasion to assess whether it was colored deeply enough for his liking. if it was, he'd move on to the next spot and if it wasn't, he'd go back in harder, hungrier.

"a–ah… sunoo," you whimper after an especially harsh bite. "can't you be more gentle?"

"do you want me to do my job properly or not?" he huffs and lets his teeth scrape against your jugular, almost as if to teach you a lesson.

you don't understand why he's suddenly so eager to be a participant in your vengeful side-quest, but sunoo knew damn well that the silence was doing. it was giving him the perfect opportunity to settle with the annoyance he's been trying to set aside for so long.

a deep-seated irritation, both from the fact that you were willing to go this far to prove your worth to your ex—who had already left you broken hearted and done it with another woman—and the fact that you essentially fooled him into being a tool to achieve that goal.

he quietly redirected that anger through increased roughness of his bites, disregarding if it brought you discomfort. you wanted to get your revenge on your ex, so in his own little way, he was getting his revenge on you too.

but the more marks he left, the more irate he got.

he pulls back, gracefully wiping the shine off of his plump lips. "you want me to put a few on your tits too, right?"

despite the ugly emotions brewing inside him, sunoo looked like composure incarnate.

you, in stark comparison, were a mess: lower lip caught between your teeth, face all flushed and reddish, eyes unable to meet his.

"y–yeah.. just a couple on the left one."

"well i'm not gonna be able to do that with your shirt in the way."

"shirt… ha, right," you force out a chuckle. "can you, like, look away for a quick second?"

he's confused but he follows your strange request anyway. you take that chance to pull your shirt over your head, and the belated regret of not wearing a bra hits you.

you fight through it, slipping your hands back up until you're cupping your bare chest, swallowing down a whimper when your palm presses flat against your pebbled nipples.

"you can look now..." you mutter, feeling blood rush to your cheeks.

it's odd to suddenly feel shy when sunoo has seen you in more awful situations.

he's once picked you up from a bar, wasted and sniffling like a madwoman with mascara-stained undereyes after one margarita too many. he was a witness to your swollen eyes and tissue-stuffed nostrils when you got sick.

hell, he even hung out with you when you were clad in just panties and a flimsy sports bra, nipples poking through the thin fabric, all sweaty and lethargic because your landlord took too long to fix your broken ac in the middle of an intense heatwave.

you've been more naked with sunoo.

and yet you've never felt more exposed until now.

it's not a matter of the amount of clothing. it's likely the way he's behaving—the dark tinge of hunger in his eyes triggering your prey tendencies to hide, to run, even when he isn't actually doing anything yet.

he doesn't speak, doesn't move. he just looks at the flesh spilling behind your hands and the pretty crimson marks blooming above it like his personal artwork.

"stop squirming." he commands in that low, raspy voice. the way your body quickly follows his orders is an embarrassment in itself.

he anchors you on top of him again and presses his lips on the spot just above the dip of your cleavage. slow and gentle, almost reverential in the way he lets his lips sink into the softness of your chest.

compared to your neck, the softness of his mouth feels even more devastating here. senses heightened by the pressure of his mouth sucking into the upper curve of your tits, warm and wet tongue licking the bruises he made like an apology.

each graze of his teeth sends warmth pooling between your spread thighs where your sorry excuse of cotton panties are most likely drenched and ruined already.

he shifts a little beneath you, spending a few seconds kissing around the mark he just made before he grunts in dissatisfaction at his inability to find the next suitable spot.

"take your hands off and let me hold them."

your heart drops. "w–what?"

"you heard me." he says, slowly lifts your fingers off to reveal more skin. there's almost a nonchalance in his tone, like he was only suggesting it to be more efficient. "i can hold 'em up, doll. i'd make better hickeys without your hands in the way."

you stare at sunoo, and he stares back at you.

you don't know what the simple act of revealing yourself topless to your best friend could entail. he has seen you almost naked, but this... it could completely change the way he viewed you. it could possibly ruin your friendship in it's entirety.

in hindsight, these were possibilities you should've considered before you persuaded him to help recreate that photo. but with several marks already tainting your skin, you deem it useless to fight his suggestion.

you begrudgingly let go and look to the side in shame.

you feel the hands on your hips slowly travel upwards, tracing the curve of your hips, up to the dip of your waist before he fully cups your tits. the warmth of his palms pressed against your ribs is too hard to ignore.

even with your eyes glued to the swaying curtains of your room, you could feel the intensity of sunoo's dark gaze piercing through your fully exposed torso. you could feel his breathing turn heavy as he inhales slow like he's dragging out the moment.

your tits are... perfect. they're smooth, perky, and feels the right amount of heavy in his hands—just as beautiful as sunoo imagined.

"didn't know how pretty these are, baby." he leans back in to brush his lips along your jaw, voice having that signature teasing lilt. "are they as sensitive as i think?"

the question is followed with a gentle squeeze, to which you respond with a high pitched whimper.

"huh.. guess they are. didn't realize there were still new things i can discover about you, baby." he gives you a cocksure grin, unable to resist jiggling them in his hold.

the bravery in your tone as you snap at him is fueled by a mix of impatience and humiliation. "j–just shut your trap, sunoo. are you going to mark me or are you going to keep yapping my ear off?"

"now, now, sweet girl. that's no way to talk to someone when they're cupping your tits—not when you're this reactive to it." he clicks his tongue, hands closing in around your breasts in a rough grope.

he runs his thumbs over your stiff nipples and the friction of his fingers going back and forth against the peaks has you stammering and squeaking at the same time.

"shit, sunoo..o—oh my god, wait, don't!"

your protest falls on deaf ears. in usual sunoo fashion, he does simply as he pleases. he stares at your chest, almost hypnotized, while he tweaks and pulls and pinches, uncaring for the pathetic little noises you made.

then, seemingly remembering the task at hand, he resumes his full hold, pushing your pretty pair up and together. he lets his lips brush against the drip between your breast, the lack of obstruction giving him the freedom to carelessly press kisses all over the smooth skin.

"so pretty... and so fucking soft. god, they're perfect."

his warm breath fans over your pebbled nipples and you have to purse your lips to hold back the mewls threatening to rush out. he's shamelessly kneading and squeezing, obsessed with how tender they feel in his hands while his mouth persists on leaving more marks, making the obscene sounds of slurping and lip smacking bounce against the walls.

you try to endure but you're too flustered to keep being this close to him when your body feels like it's wrecked and burning a thousand degrees.

"sun, that's more than enough for the photo—nngh… stop!"

sunoo leans away with an unamused expression. he stares at the purple and red splotches littered from your neck down to your soft mounds with his jaw clenched tight.

were they not proof that you allowed him to touch you? taste you? were your moans not evidence that he made you feel good? so why do you keep telling him to stop?

and above all else, why do keep insisting that this is still for that stupid fucking photo?

"stop? are you really telling me to stop?"

"y–yes!"

the chuckle he lets out sounds hollow. just as you believed he was granting you mercy by pulling away, he only did it put your desperation on display.

his hand leaves one of your tits unattended in pursuit of holding on the back of your head, slender fingers finding enough grip against your hair to guide you to look down.

there, on the very big and very obvious bulge he sported, was a dark patch of wetness that stained his grey sweats. a mark that you've left behind.

"shouldn't i be the one telling you that?"

oh, god.

you've been humping him.

you've been humping your best friend and you weren't even aware you were doing it.

your eyes widen. "i— i wasn't… i didn't—"

"didn't what? didn't mean to say stop, or didn't mean to slut yourself out on top of me like a needy whore?" he laughs meanly, tightening his hold on your hair.

the mean insults make you choke on your words and the pain on scalp is adding to it, spiraling you further into a humiliation-fueled arousal.

"n–no! i swear i—"

"what is it, doll? you were basically showing how much you wanted my cock, and you only want us to stop now?" he throws one rhetorical question after another, emphasizing his last word with a thumb cruelly pressed down on your stiff, aching nipple.

you let out a shattered sob, body instinctively arching towards him and causing even more pressure on where you were already feeling the most sensitive.

"f–fuck—nnh—sun, please. p–please!"

"please what, doll?"

please let go. please squeeze me harder. please fuck me. please stop. please keep touching me.

you don't know what you're begging for anymore.

the low timbre of sunoo's voice and the unbearable stickiness between your thighs and the sensation of his groomed fingernail scraping against the tip of your nipple was driving you into a lustful craze and further fogging up your mind.

"tell me, pretty. c'mon. use your big girl words and tell me what you want."

his thumb rests on your lower lip and presses on the dampness of it. not pushing in, just resting while he admired how ruined you look—skin glistening in sweat, cheeks deeply tinted, teary waterline making glitters as they reflect the dull warm light of your bedside lamp.

you look beautiful.

if he knew this was all it took to get a view of you like this, he would have probably risked your friendship a long long time ago.

"oh, my pretty doll. you can't even talk, can you? so desperate for cock you'd resort to humping me while i make your poor nipples swell up..." he's relentless with his taunts, knowing it was riling you up even more.

you could physically feel the gush of wetness leak from your hole simultaneous to sunoo pushing his thumb inside your mouth. it presses on the dip of your tongue and he's mesmerized at the sight of you accepting it wholly with eyes fluttered shut.

you suck on it with hollowed cheeks, tongue rubbing on the pad of his finger and it gets his painfully hard cock twitching inside his sweats. he wants nothing more than to push your head down and get your warm mouth sucking on something better.

"you're lucky i know you so well, baby. it's all you've been thinking about, right? me filling up that pretty little pussy of yours."

"mmmm–mhm..." you nod desperately with his finger still in your mouth and your pretty tits bounce along, almost putting sunoo in a trance again.

he pulls out his thumb with a wet pop, the same saliva-slick finger rolling around your nipple. the cool air of the room to bites on the sensitive buds but sunoo replaces it with his own mouth, desperate to give himself a proper taste.

he pulls gratification from how full your tits feel, from the noticeable tenseness in your muscle each time he purposefully pinches your stiff bud between his teeth, and how easily his tongue disappears into their softness.

most of all, he's proud of the sounds you make as he plays with your plush tits as much as he desired. the sighs of relief, your hitched breaths and moans, no matter how hard you tried to bite them back, were all laid out in the open and they made it impossible for sunoo to keep holding onto his patience.

"fuck, can't keep blue balling myself like this," he effortlessly flips you on your back until you're trapped between him and the bed, growling. "i need everything off. now."

you don't need to be told more. you make quick work of your shorts and panties, kicking it down your legs until your warm, sticky center is fully exposed while sunoo rids himself of his shirt.

you're eager to help him too. guided by the warning look in his eyes, you hook your fingers and tug down, not knowing you'd get a jaw-dropping surprise.

you already suspected sunoo had the cock to match his big-dick-energy.

the softness of his features made him an easy target for less than playful jabs—the size of his cock being the punchline of a joke more often than not. yet sunoo would just shrug and agree with that self-reassured smirk that told you he was more than pleased with the amount he was blessed with.

and it was a given that he knew how to put it to good use because he's narrated several horror stories of hook-ups desperately running back to him, begging to get another taste of the seemingly endless pleasure he could offer.

and maybe you've also let your mind trail off, wondering just how big your best friend's cock really is on nights when you were especially deprived of an orgasm. but you'd smack yourself out of that dangerous train of thought before ever reaching a conclusion.

yet no amount of speculation could have prepared you for what you're seeing.

sunoo is… big. hell, maybe big isn't even the correct term.

hung. your best friend is fucking hung.

not only was it long, but now that it's free from the confines of his pants, it's clearly visible how thick and girthy he was, too. it's neatly shaven, smooth, had bulging veins that lead your eyes down to his tip that was flushed a deep pink color and glistening with pre-cum.

and his cock's so pretty—probably the prettiest one you've encountered amongst the ones you've seen online and the ones you've personally handled in real life.

your mouth waters and your pussy gushes both in worry and excitement.

"eyes up here, sweets." he teases, tipping your chin up so you'd look at his face. "you're staring so hard. if your jaw drops a little more, i'd assume you're inviting me to stick it inside that pretty mouth."

"n–no… you're too…" you trail off, unable to continue your sentence. "it's not going to fit..."

"don't worry your pretty little head about that, doll. we'll find a way. with how wet you are—" he slips his hand between your thighs, a corner of his lip tugging up at the dampness pressing against his palm. "—i don't think it's going to be much of a problem.. but i'd gladly prep my girl."

you're putty in his hands as he positions you to lay down in the middle of the bed, legs spread wide enough for him to settle in between.

he's back to being gentle, plump lips pressing frustrating featherlight kisses along your inner thighs when you're already there, already bare, and ready to be taken.

"you said that you wouldn't blue ball yourself... so why are you fucking teasing?" you grunt breathlessly in frustration, tugging on his hair.

sunoo looks at you through his lashes and his fox-like eyes look even more hypnotizing from this angle. the way he maintains eye contact as he drags his tongue to lick along the sides of your puffy lips is downright nasty.

he lets out a sigh that sounded more like it was made out of pity for you. "because you're sopping wet, baby. so messy and eager. i wanted to savor the moment a little more, but if you're so eager…"

a menacing smirk graces his lips as he braces his arms underneath your thighs. and without any more words, he buries his face right in.

the hunger he's been staving off crashes down all at once, leaving what little doubt you had for sunoo's sexual prowess to dissolve into thin air.

his mouth lays flat against your folds, lapping stripes up and down your pussy with deathly coordination. he alternates between prodding his tongue into your hole, and stroking it upwards to rub the tip against your swollen clit, eagerly flicking at the pudgy bundle of nerves.

he muffles moans against your cunt and the subtle vibrations of his mouth feel like shockwaves with how pent up and sex-deprived you are, making you whimper even louder.

"oh, fuckfuckfuck—nnngh, sunoo!"

he tightens his grip to keep you from squirming, your unashamed noises encouraging him to continue exploring the cunt he'd spent a mortifying amount of time fantasizing about. (again, you may be his best friend, but he was also just a man.)

his warm tongue pushes in and out of your hole, wanting more of the nectar only you could offer. and once his greed was satisfied half-way, he pushes two fingers inside to keep it occupied.

"shit, you're so tight… 'nd so fucking sweet. could get fucking addicted to how you taste, doll." he whispers, voice fraying at the ends.

he could spend hours between your legs just devouring you, that's how far gone he is.

his plump lips find your clit again and his fingers pump in such quick rhythm that your juices splatter, staining his chin and knuckles.

you already felt like you were on cloud nine, body floating in the air, and the obscene, slurping noises that bounced off the walls from everything that he was doing only added to that delirium.

"sunoo… fuck, your mouth's so good!" you hiccup with eyes fluttered shut from bliss, the overwhelming sensation making your back bow high while your hips roll against his mouth.

his cock jumps at the soft noises you make. you're so hot, so desperate that it was making him rut against the mattress for a semblance of friction.

"pretty fucking girl. can't believe you've been hiding this sweet little thing from me. and you're being so noisy, too.. can you hear that? hear how desperate you are, just sucking my fingers right in?"

sunoo wasn't really asking to get an answer. he was so intoxicated from the way you taste that he was just slurring compliments against your sopping pussy.

he pulls away with the lower half of his face covered and glistening with your arousal, hooded eyes zoned in on your fucked out expression. his thumb rubs your clit in tight circles before adding another finger inside, curling them inwards until each push and pull rubs on your sweet spot.

"fuck, sunoo... i—hnnnghh—sunoo!"

you're so dizzy that you couldn't muster announcing your incoming orgasm. you're just bucking your hips against his hands to meet his fingers halfway, profanities and his name leaving your swollen lips again and again.

sunoo brushes his arousal-covered lips against your inner thigh, humming proudly at the way your walls pulse and tighten around his fingers because he already knows.

"it's okay, doll. cum for me. show me how good you feel fucking yourself on my fingers."

"fuck... s–sun!"

you're gasping for air, throwing your head back against the silken pillows—then your jaw goes slack while the rest of your muscles grow taut as the euphoric feeling takes over your entire body.

sunoo continues to whisper soft reassurances against your skin as he slows down his speed and presses gentle kisses on your pulsing clit to slowly guide you down from the height of your mind-blowing orgasm.

then, he braces an arm beside your head, one hand on your jaw to get you to look at him through the hazy filter of your blissful tears.

he kisses the corner of your mouth, an act that feels far too intimate despite his mouth being glued to your pussy just mere moments ago.

"shhhh, you did so well, baby. 'm so proud of my girl. did that feel good, mm?"

you can't reply anything comprehensible. just soft sounds that resemble a vague agreement which was somehow an even better answer.

he starts kissing lower and lower down your skin, following the purple-colored trail marks he left until his lips encase your nipple again. his tongue swirls around, flicking against the sensitive and swollen buds while cum stained fingers roll the other in between them, pulling more breathy noises of protest out of you.

"sunoo, wait—i.. i just came. i can't go again—nngh, s–stop."

sunoo reaches to get a hold of his cock, running the thick head of it up and down your slit until the mix of your arousals are leaking down to the bedsheet before presses his shaft down with a thumb until the underside of it is flat against your core.

"you say you want me to stop," a mixture between a sigh and a laugh escapes his lips at the filthy sight of your pussy lips struggling to wrap around his thickness. "yet here you are... staying still and leaking all over my cock while i use you to give myself a pussy job."

he's purely relying on your bare cunt for friction. sharp jolts of overstimulation shoots through your spine each time the long, veiny shaft drags on your swollen bud as sunoo continues thrusting into the air.

you don't spit it out verbally, but desperation is oozing out of you. you're gazing at him with pleading eyes, lower lip trembling with any coherent thought slipping from your mind the harder he presses his tip to your sensitive clit.

sunoo coos, reveling at the overwhelmed tears pooling at your waterline. "my poor little girl's such a cry baby. there's nothing to be shy about. i know you want it, so just say it. say yes and i'll give you your fill."

"yes. y–yes!"

he doesn't wait for you to question yourself why you answered him so quickly nor does he allow you to process what its consequences would be. he just whispers a satisfied "good girl," before angling his hips lower to push into you.

even after spreading you open with his fingers, your walls were still clamping down, unfamiliar to the feeling of wrapping around something this big.

"you're so fucking tight, shit." he hisses, expression crumpling.

"mmh.. b–big.. 's so big," the words come out as both a compliment and a complaint.

you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, face grimaced in discomfort while tears roll from your eyes as sunoo pushes even more of himself inside you.

he pauses after seeing your sewn brows, kissing in between it. then his lips move to your cheeks, your ear, the side of your head.

he isn't really aiming, isn't really thinking.

he's just focused on distracting himself from the tight grip of your walls because he knows if he lets his body take over, it would want to take more and that would definitely hurt you.

"mmm, i know it is, baby. take deep breaths for me, okay? you're being such a good girl, taking my cock so so well.. just a few more and you'll feel so much better, baby. i'll make sure of it. can you let me make you feel good, hmm?"

you nod fervently at his promise and sunoo kisses the corner of your mouth as a reply. barely a brush of actual lip-to-lip contact.

in your daze, your eyes end up getting drawn to his lips. how plump and dewy they look.

sunoo's face is so close to yours now. barely an inch away. it would be so easy to kiss him. just a tilt of your head would close that short distance. you feel your lips already jutting out at the thought.

but a kiss—despite everything else you're doing, and have done so far—would be the most sacrilegious thing to want right now. like an act that would cross the line.

the conflict in your mind is interrupted, unable to be dwelled upon because he's pushing himself inside again and the sting shooting throughout your lower half grounds you back to the situation at hand.

"sunoo… you're—hnn, i don't.. i c–can't take more.." you drawl out, shaking your head.

"sshhh. you can, baby. i know you can. we're already so close, just.. ah—" his own brows furrowed as he looks down at where your bodies are almost connected. "—just hold on for a bit, mmkay?"

he offsets the pain by giving your tits gentle squeezes and showering you with sincere praises. "you're being so good f'me. my prettiest. 'm so proud of my favorite fucking girl.. taking so much of me already."

the amount of self-control it's taking him to be gentle with you is reflected in the tightness of his jaw as he slowly pushes the rest of his length inside, now fully nested within your snug walls.

"doll, f–fuck—you feel so good around me.. shit, you're suffocating my cock."

sunoo is damn near about to lose his mind.

you're so warm and so incredibly tight and you look so beautiful with tears in yours eyes.

he has prided himself, not only on his huge cock, but also on his impressive stamina—but right now he's spiraling, trying to think of his roommate's dirty socks, report deadlines, a sad k-drama, things that would keep him from cumming on the spot and they're barely doing the job.

"too much... 's too much, too full—!!" you cry out, walls spasming around him because they're unused to being stretched to this extent.

the reasonable part in your head is screaming "too much! too much!" and yet the deeply insatiable part of it is whispering poison in your ear, telling you want more—need more.

"shhh, 'ts okay. stay with me, baby." he whispers, tip of his nose nudging your cheek to pull you out of your short reverie. you make a broken sound to acknowledge him to which he smiles, kissing the corner of your lips again like a newly-developed habit.

the hand on your chest moves down to rub your clit in circles, lips travelling upwards to your ear to nibble at the shell of it until your soft sobs are replaced with needy mewls.

"that's right. let me take control, baby. i'll fuck all that pain away, make you feel good until you cream around my cock. you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"y–yes, sun... wanna feel good, wan' more, please." you move your hips as best you can in blind search of more friction, cheeks flaring up when you hear the faint sound of his chuckle.

sunoo began thrusting shallowly, only pulling out a couple inches at most and gently pushing in again, considerate enough to ease you into it. when you're truly lax enough, whispering breathy pleads for more he finds a steady rhythm and starts to rock his hips.

"you're so tight, baby. s–so warm. don't go quiet on me now, mm? let me know how good i'm making you feel."

"yes, sunoo—hnnn!—it's so so good. please don't stop, baby," you give his arms encouraging squeezes and sunoo pretends his hips didn't stutter from the sudden pet name.

"i know, needy thing.. it's okay. i won't stop," his mouth trails lower once more because he seemingly can't stop himself from gravitating towards your chest.

he groans from deep within his throat and you could feel him start to move more recklessly the more he let himself slip further into his tit-drunken honest ramblings.

"mmh, i couldn't stop fucking you even if i wanted to. you're so beautiful. especially these tits—god, i love your tits s'much, baby. you don't know how insane they drive me. been wanting to see 'em so bad, you know that? you wore that top i bought you to the function last week and—ah, f–fuck—you know what i did the moment i got home?"

"mmm.. what—?"

"i fucking jerked off to the picture we took. your tits just looked so pretty," he confesses. the bluntness of his words, the way he bares out his desire and neediness for you, combined with the speed at which he's driving his throbbing cock inside is making your body tremble.

"you make me fucking pathetic, doll. got me cumming on my phone screen within minutes like a fucking teenager. shit, you piss me the fuck off."

like a switch, the anger sunoo has been holding onto comes back the moment he remembers why he's even fucking you. it's evident in the way he bites down on your nipple and in the cruel way his cock presses in so deep you swear you feel the head of it is prodding your cervix.

sunoo fixes his posture, tightens his grips on your hips until his knuckles turn white from the way he digs down your skin. now with leverage, he vents out all harbored irritation he has for you and your ex in quick, harsh thrusts.

"putting your body on display for my eyes like that and asking me of all people to help you in your evil little scheme few days after—but now... look at you. moaning like a slut under me, getting dumb for my cock. you're just as pathetic as i am."

it's supposed to be punishment, but it doesn't really feel like one when all it does is push you closer to the brink of another orgasm, your mind so hazy that your words come out slurred and almost incoherent.

"no—hnngh—n–no, 'm not!"

"really?" he's cocky now, a dangerous glint in his eyes when he pulls hips back far enough and slams it inside in one smooth push.

your eyelids screw shut, brows sewn together, mouth forming into a small o as his cock literally knocks air out of you. "oh my god—!!"

"all that effort for revenge just to end up like this... you are pathetic, baby," he chuckles, driving into your harder. "and all your facade of being the girl on top? the girl in power? down the fucking drain, because you do like being used—you love getting used by me. no toys, no ex, no lame fuck buddy could compare to your best friend's cock."

he threw that title to shame you for wanting him so obviously. from getting wet from his words, his mouth, his touch, his cock. not your ex's or your lame fuck buddies'—his.

and it's working.

he knows the shame is eating at you, turning you needier and hungrier. and he knows you're drunk on his cock so uses this newfound weapon against you—abruptly stopping with it still deeply inside.

"go ahead… admit it, doll." he gives you a condescending nod. a movement that says he isn't going to move until you could swallow down your pride.

you couldn't hold back a frustrated cry. your nails dig at his back in frustration, acrylic clawing into his smooth and fair skin as you pull him down until his face is barely meeting yours.

"don't you dare do this now, sunoo. stop teasing me and just fucking put it back in!"

the seriousness in your glared eyes causes a humorless chuckle to leave his lips.

"ah, you were so good for me just a while ago. what happened to my sweet girl? you know being a demanding brat doesn't work on me—it may have worked on the little fucktoys you have on your roster, but not on me."

a slow and filthy shlick sound echoes from between your bodies as he deliberately pulls himself out.

he watches with predatory hunger as you squirm and hopelessly grind your hips against the air, unused to the absence of his thick cock spreading you open.

"you either say it properly, or you don't get it at all."

"w–wait, no.." you squeeze his shoulders, looking up at him with pleading eyes. heat and shame and need flares up all over your body while he looks at you with a cruel smirk. "i want to... fuck, what do you want me to say?"

sunoo's free hand reaches up to hold your jaw. his eyes stare into yours and you know by the firmness of his grip that he has enough patience to keep dragging out this torturous game.

"you already know what you want, doll. you just have to say it. say you love being used. say you love my cock. matter of fact, if you want it so bad... then fucking beg for it."

you nibble down on your lower lip, heart sinking at his command before finally echoing out his words with a defeated tone.

"i love… being used by you. and i want your cock to fill me up again…"

"mmm, i couldn't hear you, baby. there's not much begging from what i heard either." he prods with a fake sigh, pushing his cock back inside your gummy walls again but not fucking you with more than the tip just to see how much you'd break.

your jaw is clenched, hips moving in desperate rolls and yet it wasn't enough to satisfy you—not after feeling him entirely. pride and reputation fully compromised, you finally sob out.

"please, sunoo!" you cry, pleading. "i want your cock.. i love it and i love being used by you so please use me however you want! just—just need you to make me cum. need you to make me take it, please!"

sunoo's heart swells at the desperation in your voice, ego boosted far beyond what he could've believed.

"would you look at that? my best friend, the university's resident vixen, actually begging like a good girl." he coos with faux-sympathy before ramming inside you in a single thrust.

he doesn't let you adjust to it anymore—if you were begging for it so loudly, he'd let you take every single merciless slam he gives.

his long cock drags against your slippery walls, getting you empty only to fill you whole again, the strength of his hips snapping into you making your body rock forward each time.

"oh my gosh, sunoo—yes! you're so deep inside me, fuck, please don't stop!" you chant his name in dragged out mewls, loud and unashamed.

the blacks of his eyes drown out the amber, pupils dilated at the sight of your restless hands pushing and kneading your bouncing tits together while your fingers roll the stiff buds around in quick circles—something he's only ever fantasized in the privacy of his own mind, now made true right before him.

"that's right, baby… keep playing with your tits f'me. give me a show." he rasps, voice thick with satisfaction.

like a reward, he hooks your legs to his shoulders and leans forward to where each slam of his cock would brush against the special spot that had you seeing pure white.

"sunoo—nngh, please... there! just like that... more! h–harder, please!"

he clicks his tongue against his teeth in pretend disdain, but he's beyond pleased at how vocal you are. "greedy girl, already taking a lot and still wanting more... maybe this is what you should send him, hmm? i bet he'd get the message loud and clear when he sees how good you're being for me, all pliant and dumb and needy for my cock."

the memory of your ex doesn't even sting, doesn't make you feel anything. there's no room for it when you feel so good, and so overwhelmingly full.

all you could focus on is sunoo, how handsome and sharp he looks when he's this possessive. sweat rolling down his toned torso, faint line of his abs showing each time he bottoms out, the dull shine on his lips that's making it look much more delectable than it ever has.

you're intoxicated from the pure bliss of his length hitting all the right spots that you let go of all inhibitions. you don't care anymore. you grab sunoo's shoulders and slur out, "k–kiss.. i wan' kiss, baby..."

his expression softens, thrusts faltering briefly as your breaths mingle in that narrow space between your lips. you look into his eyes, catching lust and something deeper you can't pinpoint before he finally seals your lips together.

you hold on his nape, keeping him close while he bites on your lower lip gently to make you part your lips, giving his tongue the opportunity to lick and swirl around your wet cavern.

it feels so easy to melt into it, having achieved what you've been fantasizing about since feeling his mouth on your skin.

the intimacy of the position, the feeling of his fingers brushing up your forearm so he could take your hands and pin it beside your head, the sound of skin slapping mixed with the intermittent gasps for air both of you take before going back to the messy kiss—it's all adding to the tight coil deep down your abdomen.

sunoo's fingers laces through yours and he pulls back slowly. "fuck, doll, y–you—" his words are interrupted by a hiss, eyes moving to look at the way his cock disappears into you. "feel so fucking good, shit—you're taking my cock like a good girl."

you feel so fuzzy, so lightheaded and sunoo's voice is the only thing keeping you from floating out of your body.

"y–your good girl," you nod your head, squeezing on your interlocked palms to gain his attention back, lips already pouted. "i'm yours, 'm yours! so keep making me take it and keep kissing me, please.."

you're begging so prettily, pushing all the right buttons to get his heart fluttering that sunoo has no other choice but to give in even if he knows it'll be the end of him to taste your lips like that again.

you let him muffle your noises, swallowing down all the high pitched whines and moans. he moves his hips faster, harder, despite the tender way his lips move against yours.

"my good girl's so pretty.. tight pussy's so good at taking me like it wants me to mold it to the shape of my cock." his voice is gravel-like when he whispers praises after pulling away.

your legs subconsciously wrap around his hips in fear that he'd pull the rug under you again. you tighten you legs around him, keeping him as close as possible when the pressure in your tummy begins burning too hot.

"sunoo, i'm gonna... please.. please! 's too much.. i'm—i'm going to cum!"

the whispers of his name turn into cries, only smothered when you bite down into his shoulder. sunoo lets out a pained groan, yet does nothing to move from you. instead, he drives into your faster, ruthlessly pushing you towards your peak.

he whispers sweetly, "i know, baby. fuck, i'm close too—let go and cum again f'me, pretty. make a mess on this cock, yeah?"

his voice unravels you, your second orgasm of the night coming down on your helpless body in a violent crash.

your muscles lock up as you coat his cock in your cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head, plump lips that were still shiny from the spit you shared parting to take heavy breaths.

the sight of you looking so fucked out snips at whatever thread of restraint he has left.

sunoo couldn't think, couldn't control himself from pushing into you again. he kept grunting under his breath, hips pistoning in and out of your pulsing hole, determined to chase after his own release.

"so pretty… so fucking beautiful.."

he hurriedly pulls himself out, scooting closer to you with fingers tightly coiled around his length in a pathetic attempt to imitate the warmth and tightness of your walls.

"fuck... shit—you look so fucking pretty, baby. i'm gonna mark you up, cum on your tits and make you all fucking mine."

the way he fucks his fist makes a filthy fapfapfap sound echo out. his thighs are clenching from the delicious burn of friction and his hips lose their pace.

your name finally comes out of his lips in a shaky growl as his cum spurts out in thick, translucent ropes across your heaving chest.

sunoo takes a mental image of that obscene view, keeping an eternal copy in the back of his mind before blindly reaching for his shirt so he could wipe off the mess he made.

after a while, you feel him slump down beside you, taking heavy breaths, completely and utterly spent.

you make your move to scoot closer to him, back pressed to his chest, curling into the open arms he's prepared for you.

his arms coil around your waist like a habit, sharp nose pressed on your nape with a palm splayed on your tummy. warm, familiar, and homey.

a smile graces his lips as he gets a waft of your hair's scent—citrus and berry.

"you're using the shampoo."

"what?"

"the shampoo i got you from the farmer's market last month. you said it's gross because you don't want to walk around smelling like pastry, but you're using it."

"it grew on me, i guess."

"it grew back on you." sunoo clarifies, hooking his chin over your shoulder with a gentle smile. "remember when we were fourteen and you asked my sister the recipe for her lemon blueberry cupcakes?"

heat rushes to your cheeks at the memory but you brush it off, turning around to face him. "that's such an obscure memory pull, sunoo."

he keeps his hold on you, fingers pressing on the small of your back. he shrugged, leaning forward to press his nose on your hairline, making a dramatic sniff to tease.

"it's what i remembered when i bought it for you—all i'm saying is i'm glad you're using it."

the action causes his lips to brush against your forehead and it reminds you of the kiss—that kiss. the way you begged for it, and the way he indulged your fantasy without hesitation.

the loud, insistent thought to kiss him again fills your mind. and like telepathy, he's pressing a kiss on your forehead, another to your cheek, then another to the corner of your mouth.

but just before you think he's about to kiss your lips... he pauses.

your breath hitches and you look so small, so confused. a part of his heart cramps up when you stare at him with such soft, hopeful eyes.

anticipation and fear both come as a single force, pushing him to press his lips on yours.

this isn't messy like the ones you did ago—no tongue, no moaning, no whispers of filth in between.

there's something much more innocent and clean in the way he's kissing you this time.

your heart flutters, warmth thrumming under your skin as your mind and body comes to an unshakeable conclusion: in comparison to the kisses you've shared with every fleeting hook-up and every romantic figure in your life, only this kiss—the one you're sharing with your best friend—feels right.

you part from each other, breathless and equally pink in the face.

he looks into your eyes with same, charged intensity like before. except this time, it makes him look unreadable. all of a sudden, dread settles in your stomach. heavy and suffocating.

what does this mean?

the fucking, the making out, and the possessive words sprinkled in between his body claiming yours—you believe it could all be somehow excused as things done in the heat of the moment.

but when all of it is said and done, and you're both naked under your blanket, limbs tangled together, looking at each other after sharing something that feels much more pure and intimate than anything either of you had ever done before...

fuck.

what does this mean?

what does all of this mean?

sunoo breaks through your overthinking with a confession.

"i want you. i think... i've wanted you, this, a long long while ago."

you stare at him, wide eyed, heart slamming against your chest. in utter disbelief, you ask him, "w–what? sunoo, what do you mean—"

he pauses, his eyes widening like he's also surprised of the truth that just left his his lips. he persists, nonetheless.

"i mean sometimes i look at you and don't know what to do with myself. sometimes... you walk around me in tiny shorts and the tightest fucking tops and i can't function because all i can think about is bending you over and making you scream my name, but above all that ape-brain bullshit of wanting to fuck you silly—i get pissed,"

his eyes screw shut and he pulls you in with a hand gently cradling the back of your head. he guides you to press your face to his chest so you wouldn't be a witness to the pain of his suppressed feelings violently getting torn out of him, one confession after the next.

"i get pissed and offended on your behalf.. when other people don't treat you right. even at their best, you deserve more than what they could do. and i've gaslit myself into thinking i only feel so strongly about your feelings and your well-being because i'm your friend. your best friend. and we've been at each others side since god knows when—"

he takes a deep breath in and hugs you tighter, sighing softly.

"but marking you up... and kissing you and making you feel good and calling you mine... it all felt too good. too right. i can't deny it anymore, doll. i.. i've wanted you all to myself for so long and now that i got a taste of it, i don't think i can keep lying to myself anymore. or to you."

the air that still reeked of sex turns heavy while you stare at one another.

there's a long pause, the previous noise now thinned out into an almost ear-splitting silence.

sunoo sobers up from his own confession, pulls back, and cradles your cheeks, stroking the skin gently with his thumb with worry written all over his face.

"talk to me, baby. i can't do this... you know i don't like it when you get in your head. let me in there, mm?"

instead of answering him, your first instinct is to press your palm over his chest, right where you feel the almost violent drumming of his heart.

"would.." you purse your lips, murmuring softly. "would things between us change if i admit i want you too?"

sunoo shakes his head, unable to fight the soft, genuine smile tugging on his lips. "not if you don't want it to."

"can i still watch movies sitting your lap?"

"mhm."

"and it won't be weird if i ask for kisses every now and then?"

"nope." he answers, making a popping sound with his lips. "i'd prefer it if you asked for more, actually."

your blush deepens, but you pry further. "and i could still go to you for a hundred and one percent honest advice if i'm not sure about my outfit?"

"only if you'll let me fuck you in it when it looks too good."

you gasp, smacking his chest with a giggle. "sunoo!"

he laughs heartily, forcing your violent hands to wrap around him instead. "i'm only half-joking, baby. you know you always get what you want anyway."

"damn right i do." you slump in his hold, snuggling closer against him when the whole revenge plan pops up in your mind. "oh.. um..."

"yes, doll?"

"should i still take a photo? you know, for the.. thing."

a devious smirk tugs on sunoo's lips but he hides it by burying his face in your hair. "you don't need to worry about that right now, baby. i'll take care of it like i always do. go to sleep, mm?"

"mmkay.."

"i love you, doll." he tenderly whispered against your forehead.

you bite back a smile, pulling him closer. "i love you too, baby."

sunoo was a different animal now that he's been promoted from being a best friend to a not-quite-boyfriend-yet lover.

you were tended to, treated like a princess and treated you like something a little less than one in bed when he figured out you loved getting humiliated quite a bit more than you led on.

he fed you, made you laugh, took pictures of you, and made you take pictures together.

for memories, he said.

you nodded, not suspecting anything at all.

he was cuter, more clingy and needy and so eager to get you focused on him that he didn't allow you to look at your phone, not even once.

so just spent the entire day together as usual.

and now, sunoo's already snoring behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, nose pressed into your shoulder after yet another stellar performance between your thighs.

your phone rang like it's reminded you of its existence. you reach for it slowly as to not disturb your lover, confused at the texts from your friends, all congratulating you for finally settling with the guy who's been there all along.

you realized it was due to sunoo and the instagram story he mentioned you in—the same picture he made you take. it was a cute and possessive photo, far better than what you had planned to show off your ex.

the reminder of him startles you.

you're so in love, so strung on the high of breaking free from the friend zone that in pursuit of making more space for memories with sunoo, your brain had pushed any vicious feeling you had towards seojun and the plot you brewed against him out of your mind.

but now that you've reminded yourself of him, you oddly feel... nothing.

you tap on your screen to go to your conversation with seojun.

you weren't going to do anything malicious. you just wanted to read through your final conversation again and confirm that you didn't have any leftover anger or desire to prove your worth.

you expected to see your hate-filled texts, but instead, you got the messages sunoo sent to him on your behalf.

seojun still wanted you, still cared enough to barrage you with questions and clear it out with a talk. you thought you'd feel something because he got mad.

instead, you felt nothing at all.

the only reason for the wicked smile on your lips was because you adored how cruel sunoo gets when he's possessive, going as far as giving your ex proof of your relationship in the form of your breathless moans while sunoo fucked your brain numb for the second time.

filthy, hot, possessive, and completely yours.

getting back at your ex was what you initially planned for, but getting fucked (and confessed to) by your best friend was what you got instead—and that's probably most fulfilling outcome you could have ever imagined.

because, yeah.

happiness really is sweeter than revenge.

FROM YAN 🐰 ➤ this birthday fic is for my favorite boy, my husband, and the absolute love of my life kim sunoo. happy birthday, my love. ♡ + peep the angel number word count? yeah, that's sunoo sending me his love n approval !! >< and um.. i kinda went insane on this, if u can't tell by the tags.. i also had to revise a few scenes but i'm pretty happy with how it turned out hehe. this is also for the kim sunoo luvbots nation WE ON THE UP UPPPSSSS !!! + my special sunshine, my sunoo-loving twin, bini sol: if ur out there reeding this, this is also for you. imy and ily. < 3

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[hoonstrology]

i have been getting swallowed whole by my other hobbies and hyperfixations so please forgive me for the lack of fics and smau updates askjldalkjd i'll try to drain my mental on these games so i can have a little more focus for finishing rtf and the other wips i have !

[hoonstrology]

NO ONE COMPARES.  ✩  PSH.

bf!sunghoon × fem!reader.⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀⠀⠀you've been with your boyfriend for months now. still, you've never really gone past the occasional make-out sessions due to your lack of experience. but when you tell him that you're ready for the next step of your relationship, sunghoon's heart and body is there to guide you through it.

CONTAINS ➤ 4.9k+ words.  downbad!hoon & bf!hoon aka: E404!sunghoon. established relationship. fluff. a little bit of humor. angst if you squint. for context, read E404 & other epilogue drabbles.

CONTENT WARNING ➤ smut. softdom!sunghoon, inexperienced!sub!reader. pet names. fingering. unprotected sex. (zon't zo it.) bigdick!hoon. soft, soft sex but sunghoon kinda goes feral towards the end. praise kink— a lot. they are SO in love, your honor. overstimulation. hints at dacryphilia. aftercare. not proofread. ➤ MAIN MASTERLIST. ┆ EPILOGUE MASTERLIST.

  𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨.ᐟ  ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 ♡

SINCE THE NIGHT SUNGHOON SLEPT OVER, things in the physical intimacy realm of your relationship only escalated. your boyfriend became bolder.

he started walking around your apartment half-naked. letting his hand wander dangerously high up your thigh during classes. quietly whispering in your ear about how your skirt's making everyone look, and how he's proud that it's all his.

often, and most dangerously, he'd initiate make-out sessions— heated ones. the kind that had you gasping for air. the kind that had your head spinning even an hour after his lips pulled away from yours.

the kind that had you wearing long sleeved sweaters in the middle of summer just to hide the evident red marks painted by his mouth.

but you never really went further than that. and sunghoon—ever the patient and loving boyfriend he is—never pushed you past what you were comfortable with.

"i can take care of myself, angel." your lover would whisper, seemingly satisfied with just leaving traces of his mouth on your skin. "we'll do it when you're comfortable."

and then he'd lay you in your bed, whisper sweet nothings until your breathing evened. until he thought you've fallen asleep.

but you noticed his pattern.

you heard it.

the click of the bathroom door. the swishing of water falling against tiles. the heavenly sound of his grunts when he thought the shower was strong enough to muffle them as he relieved himself just a room away from you.

after a while, the door would creak open and you'd feel the bed dip, mint-scented arms wrapping around you. then, a gentle kiss on your skin with a quiet whisper of 'good night' before he fell into a deep slumber.

but you? you'd be awake.

nights like that would get your body feeling too warm. clothes too tight. you'd shift every now and then, uncomfortable from the thought of him touching himself, not because it disgusted you—it actually turned you on beyond belief— but because your lovely boyfriend was dealing with the pain of his hard-on alone.

you knew he was experienced.

sunghoon was no stranger to physical intimacy, meaningful or otherwise. he mentioned his exes and the occasional one night stands before he met you, naturally increasing his skill in that department regardless of how shy and loser-like he appeared to be whenever you're around.

sunghoon never made a show of it. he never bragged, never pointed it out, nor did he hold his abundance of experience over your head— the fact just existed.

and you weren't a depriving sunghoon because you were a prude. if anything, you've fantasized about him more than he probably has with you.

you've actually done the deed with your past boyfriends a handful of times.

yes, you've had sex more than you've had orgasms. and yes, your friends think that it doesn't matter because it wasn't as pleasurable for you than it was for your partner.

but their dick went inside, so it should count for something, right?

wrong.

because now, you're inexperienced and riddled by irrational thoughts.

what if you sound like a dying sheep when you moan? what if you said something weird in the middle of it?

god, what if you're not pretty when you cum?

and though you know he loved you, the bottom line is that you're scared that he might not find sex with you as enjoyable as he did with his past fucks.

but as his girlfriend, it was your rightful duty to take care of sunghoon, afeared or not. and you decided that the next time the chance comes up, you won't let his needs go unmet anymore.

the opportunity came in the form of your weekly sit-com re-runs. you were both on the couch, sunghoon's arm slung over your shoulder as your head rested his chest, both eyes glued to the tv.

and then.. you felt it.

the palm moving to your arm, rubbing and squeezing the muscle gently before it snaked down to your waist. his fingers slipped underneath your shirt with so much ease you'd think the fabric was never there in the first place.

sunghoon, still staring at the screen, started rubbing slow circles on the skin of your hips. you shifted closer, whining softly at the contact. sunghoon just pressed a kiss on the crown of your head.

his free hand cupped your jaw, tipped your head up until you met his eyes. "can i have a kiss, angel?" he asked in that low, gravelly voice that had you pressing your thighs together.

his lids were hooded, desire pooling in the deep brown irises after catching you in the act. something in the way he looked at you made your tummy flip and your throat tighten.

you gave him a meek nod. "o-of course."

you quickly found yourself in your usual position on sunghoon's lap, caging his hips with your thighs. his lips claimed yours in a second, the faint laughter from the television drowned out by the soft gasps and wet smacks of lips meeting hungrily.

your arms circled around his neck and sunghoon squeezed on your waist, emitting a low growl at the familiar sweetness of your lips as the kiss intensified, tongue and teeth meeting while his hands moved to the curve of your ass, giving them squeezes like its plushness was the only thing grounding him to this moment.

you were muffling whimpers into his mouth, tugging on his hair, not even aware that your hips began rolling, causing sunghoon to pull away, much to your displeasure.

"baby? why'd you stop?" you whined.

"careful, angel." he breathed, lips still slick with saliva, restraint pooling in his eyes as he gripped on your hips to make you halt.

but the friction felt too good, and you tried chasing after it by bouncing instead. "but hoonie." you huffed and he let out a quiet hiss as your clothed heat put pressure on his length with each little hop.

he gripped on you a tad tighter, choosing instead to occupy his mouth on your neck to distract himself from the way his cock throbbed inside his sweatpants.

"fuck." he cussed below his breath. "you're making it hard to control myself." he whispered in between nips and bites, tongue smoothing over the fresh mark just above your pulse point.

"then don't."

sunghoon stopped moving. so did you.

suddenly, the buzz of the tv was too loud. maybe that's the blood rushing to your ears out of embarrassment. or maybe that was the low rumbling from sunghoon's throat.

he slowly peeled himself away from your neck, eyebrows furrowed at the invitation. "do you mean…"

"y-yes." you stammered, finding your throat too dry to speak properly. "i know.." you trailed off, your insides stirring at the memory of the sounds he made— the grunts and faint whispers of your name.

"i know how you've been taking care of yourself. and i want to help." you gulped. "i want you to fuck me."

his adam's apple bobbed, lips pursing into a thin line. for a moment, he almost looked like he would reject you, but you couldn't mistake the hunger in his eyes when you tentatively rolled your hips again.

you were testing him, and you knew he was close giving in when his hips involuntarily bucked up to meet yours.

"shit— are you sure, angel? we don't have t—"

"i want you. need you, hoonie." you confessed, rocking against his clothed cock more feverishly. "please."

sunghoon bit down on the skin of his inner lip as he took a deep breath through his nose. he wanted to be respectful of your boundaries— but the throbbing in his pants was becoming more unbearable after hearing your soft voice say 'please' so nicely.

that's all it took. muscular arms guided your legs around his waist, easily lifting you up by your ass, making you squeak in surprise.

"hoon! where are you taking me?"

"bedroom, angel. do you really think i'd rail you on the couch?" he rolled his eyes in offense at the implication. sunghoon was a sentimental man, and no matter how needy he was to feel you, the couch wasn't what you deserved.

he kicked the door open, the back of his heel slamming it back shut. "i mean... i wouldn't be against doing it there. but not for our first time." he corrected himself, giving your ass a squeeze before laying you down on the bed.

"i'm asking you again— are you sure about this, baby?" his brows were curved down, worry written all over his face as he gingerly brushed the hair off of your face.

you gave him a hum, but he shook his head, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth in dissatisfaction. sunghoon gave your swollen bottom lip a gentle push with his index finger. "words, angel. use your words."

"y-yes, hoon. a hundred percent."

"good girl." he whispered under his breath with a smile, kneeling in front of your folded legs with tipping his chin downward to point to your body. "take off your clothes, angel. let me see you— all of you."

there was authority in his voice. not pushy nor demanding. just gentle dominance, softly guiding you to giving him what he wanted.

it was a pleasant shift. between the two of you, you're the one who usually dealt the cards. you had him wrapped around your finger and you knew it.

but the way sunghoon stood, the way he spoke, the mere energy he radiated even while he kneeled in front of you told you everything you needed to know: tonight, no matter how softly he was calling for your name, no matter how delicately he asked for permission, sunghoon was the one in control— the one in power.

so, you obediently sat up and took the shirt off, discarding it to the floor along with your bra. sunghoon also took his top off, revealing his sculpted torso— fair and even skin interrupted by the shadows of lean muscles.

and when you finally met his eyes, sunghoon looked like he was barely hanging on.

he was looking at you like you were a goddess, gaze hungry but reverent as it raked up and down your body. from the deep flush tinting your cheeks, to the valley between your breasts, down to the sweet dip he's been craving for between your thighs.

under the warm lamps and dimmed lighting, you truly lived up to the name he gave you— an angel. you looked celestial, and he was in disbelief that such sanctity was within his reach.

slowly, sunghoon leaned down to press a kiss on your lips. it wasn't hungry nor possessive. done, not just with softness, but with something more intimate— devotion.

"you look beautiful, my angel. fucking divine." he mumbled, trailing the wet, open mouthed kisses to your cheek, down to the curve of your jaw. "can't believe you're mine." he whispered, tapping on your hips and you, by instinct, raised them just enough to allow his agile hands to pull off the rest of the fabric covering what was his to worship.

you let out a gasp of his name once his mouth latched on the column of your neck. "so sensitive." he chuckled.

his hands stroked your outer thigh and you instinctively tried to close them but he pulled away, clicking his tongue. "no can do, angel. let me see you, hm?"

it barely took him any effort to pry your legs apart.

his hold on your leg tightened when he finally saw the most intimate parts of you— pretty, puffy, and glistening with arousal. it made his cock throb painfully within its suffocating confines.

"s-stop it." you grunted, palms moving downwards but he was quicker to catch your wrists with one hand, wagging a finger at you with the other.

"shhh. i said i wanted to see, angel. be a good girl, okay?"

you hate how quickly your wrist fell back down to your sides. how your body knew quicker than your mind to nod, like it knew that it was in your best interest to follow your boyfriend if you wanted to hear him call you a good girl again.

he ran a finger down your slit. "already this wet? just for me?" he grinned, cheeky and proud at the way your back arched just from a simple touch.

"hoon, don't teas— f-fuck." your words came to a stop as he began rubbing circles on your sensitive bud, expertly pushing with enough pressure to have you gripping on the sheets.

"i'm not teasing, angel. just need to get you prepped if you want to take my cock." he slowly pushed the same finger past your throbbing hole, thumb replacing the one rubbing on your clit.

his finger was longer than yours, reaching far deeper than you could ever do alone. sunghoon hissed, feeling the resistance your pink walls put up. "see? so fucking tight. can't have this pretty little hole ruined so early now can we, love?"

you didn't respond. you couldn't. everything felt overwhelming. he wasn't even doing anything that you hadn't experienced before, yet it somehow felt foreign. like he just knew what your body needed before you could push the words out.

sunghoon added a second finger, spreading out your walls while his mouth busied itself by latching on a nipple, sucking on the stiff peak and teasingly letting his fang graze the tip of it.

you threw your head back against the pillow, fingers threading through his hair. you tugged on it as if it was your lifeline, like an outlet for the overwhelming sense of pleasure as he sloppily lapped at your nipple and squeezed the unoccupied one between his fingers.

your walls kept throbbing around him and once he felt them clench tight after brushing against a particular spot, the pads of his digits kept stubbornly pressing on it, pleased at the sound of your sultry moans turning a pitch higher.

"yeah? you like that?" sunghoon smiled softly, a heavy contrast against the ruthless speed at which his fingers pumped into you. his knuckles drove in deeper and deeper, and your walls helplessly tightened around him as response.

but that wasn't enough for him.

"answer me, angel. words." he spoke, chest full with a twisted sense of gratification now that he's the one pushing you to speak.

"yes. i... i love it." you grunted, giving him dumb repeated nods as the words in your brain jumbled. "fuck— need you. want to feel you, hoon."

you looked too good, all whiny and fucked out already with just his fingers and sunghoon wanted to prolong it so he could savor the sight a little bit more, but he figured if he was going to make you cum for the first time, it'd be on his cock.

so he obliged.

slowly, he pulled out his fingers. remnants of sweet and abundant juices dripped down to his wrists making a smirk grow on his lips at the way they glistened despite the minimal lighting of your bedroom.

you whined at the loss of contact, eyes shot wide open.

and oh, was the sight sinful.

sunghoon, lapping at your juices with his eyes rolled back at the taste as he sucked them off his digits with abandon. "you taste fucking divine, angel." he moaned, tongue licking at whatever remnants was left on his lips. "do you wanna taste?" he invited with a teasing smirk, already leaning down.

the kiss was deeper this time. more torrid. you met his lips with your own, muffling a gasp into his mouth as he prodded his tongue past your lips to give you a taste of yourself like he promised.

"mmh— sunghoon. baby, please." you begged, breathless. you looked adorable bucking your hips against his clothed cock, already desperate to feel him inside you.

what was he to do when you were being so cute and saying please?

he tugged off his sweatpants stained with your juices, kicking them off the bed to reveal his cock.

it stood proud and angry, twitching in anticipation, precum dripping from the reddened tip down to your abdomen.

more importantly, he was huge. the tents you've seen him sport after making out gave you some sort of indication that he was well-endowed, but seeing it bare was another thing.

sunghoon was big — far longer and girthier than your past partners.

you heart pounded against your ribs at the thought of fitting all of that inside you. but if the pulsing between your legs and saliva pooling in your mouth were anything to go by, you knew your body looked forward to the pain.

"keep starin' at me like that and i might come right here, right now." he joked, trying to downplay the shyness he was starting to feel with your glassy eyes locked on his length.

"n-no.. you're just…" you whispered in a daze.

"big? i know, angel." he hummed, proud but not smug. just confident in his tone, like he knew it was the truth. "that's why i needed to prep you, but my pretty little baby's so insistent on getting fucked, isn't she?"

he slotted himself between your legs, letting out a relieved sigh as he pumped his length once, twice. the muscles of his jaw twitched as he began rubbing the head up and down your slit to lubricate it with your juices, mouth parting in awe as he watched how your puffy lips accommodated his length.

"you're so fucking soft. so wet. just so damn beautiful." he took a sharp inhale, gently squeezing on the base of his cock as his head gently poked at your entrance. "let me know if it hurts too much, and i'll stop, okay?"

you gave him a quiet 'yes' and sunghoon chuckled, placing a quick reassuring kiss on your forehead. "good girl."

his hand guided your leg up his shoulder, the other one holding his length steady as he pushed his tip past your entrance, eyelids closing shut at the tight fit.

"oh my god. h-hoon..." you sucked in a breath between gritted teeth.

it wasn't too painful, but there was mild discomfort. your body had never had anything this big inside. still, it felt too good to make him stop, even as he pushed a couple more inches inside.

he hushed you, placing soothing kisses along the length of your calf. "shhh. it's okay, angel. you'll be good, right? you can take me. just—" he let out a shaky sigh. "just a little more."

"my god, hoon— fuck… feel s-so full." you drawled out once he finally bottomed out inside you. he stayed still for a moment, trying to get you used to the stretch.

his length twitch inside your warmth, and it's taking sunghoon's entire strength to not selfishly fuck you dumb then and there.

"yeah? does it feel good, angel?"

"so good. so so good." you nodded, eyes glazed over. you bit down on your lower lip when he started to move, shallowly thrusting into you.

he was gentle, carefully pushing into you while muttering sweet praises against your flushed cheeks.

"fuck, i love you so much, angel."

"taking my cock like a good girl, aren't you?"

"such a pretty little angel for me."

then sunghoon picked up his pace, pelvis pressing against yours rhythmically, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each delicious thrust.

the vulgar sounds of your walls squelching around his cock mixed with your shy pleas for more cutting at each thread he had to his self control.

"mine. all fucking mine." he growled, fingers putting light pressure on your clit. he rubbed the sensitive bud in circles while he slammed his length inside you, pulling back just enough to leave the tip in before slamming right back.

"sunghoon!" you cried out, tears of pleasure brimming in your eyes.

"fuck. you're milking me dry, princess." he gripped on your thigh harder, thrusts becoming even more punishing.

"oh god.. i— i'm gonna—"

"let go, princess. it's okay." he nodded, the finger on your clit working in smaller, tighter circles.

your vision blurred, toes curling as his relentless thrusts pushed you to your climax. "f-fuck! sunghoon!" you screamed, eyes screwed shut while entire body tensed, cumming so hard you swore you started seeing galaxies.

even then, sunghoon didn't stop.

"baby, i— wait. please. i c-can't." you choked out, clawing at his forearms desperately as overstimulation set fire to every nerve in your body.

sunghoon couldn't hear you. he was drunk off of your pussy, how they felt so warm contracting around his hard cock, how even more slick they felt after you came.

his pupils were dilated in pleasure as he zoned in on the way your breasts bounced with each sharp slam he gave your puffy cunt, reaching to cup one in his hand.

"you can, angel. you will." he whispered, voice laced with sweetness and something more commanding.

he repositioned your still trembling legs to his shoulders, leaning forward with them until youre anchored to the bed in a mating press. "need you to scream for me again, baby. need to cum inside you."

you could say whatever you want, but sunghoon knew you'd take it. heard it in the way your breath hitched. felt it in the way you tightened around him.

"you want that, angel? want my cum to ruin your pretty little hole?" his words came out slurred, warm breath fanning across your swollen lips.

everything felt so good that all you could do was babble 'yes' repeatedly, chasing after his lips with a fucked out whine when he teasingly pulled away, cock buried deep inside yet unmoving.

"what do good girls say when they want something, baby?"

"please!" you cried. "please please please hoon. please, fill me up." you were delirious and overwhelmed, nails scraping dark red marks across the expanse of sunghoon's back and shoulders.

pleased, he finally moved again, splitting you open as he drove his cock impossibly deeper into you with the new position. "such a good little angel begging for me." he rasped, the grip on your thighs almost bruising.

"tell me," he breathed. "tell me owns this pretty pussy, angel."

"yours! 's all yours, hoonie."

"that's fucking right." he chuckled, confidence dripping from his voice.

"mine to make a mess of." thrust. "mine to fuck." thrust. "all." thrust. "fucking." thrust. "mine." he growled the last word, sealing it with the kiss you've been desperately chasing for.

his thrusts turned frantic—borderline animalistic—like he was running on pure instinct, drunk and ravenouse for more.

there was nothing else but the sound of skin slapping and the muffled breathless gasps to fill the room as sunghoon focused on fucking himself into you whilst whispering dirty promises into the shell of your ears.

you keened at the filth, feeling the knot deep in your abdomen tighten again. you clawed at his biceps, crying out. "i'm close, hoon—" you hurriedly whispered.

somehow, finding a little bit of lucidity in the midst of what was happening, sunghoon's hands moved to grab yours, fingers threading through yours and keeping them pinned beside your head.

"shit. i love you, baby. love you s-so much." he confessed in a strangled moan, pressing kisses to your temple as if to reassure you he still held affection for you, no matter how heartless he was in punishing your gummy walls.

"hold it, angel. w-wanna cum with you." the gulp he took was audible, slamming into you. "say it again, princess. please." he whimpered this time— actually whimpered into your skin. "say you wanna get filled up."

"wan' you fill me up.. hah– need it s-so bad. 's all yours to ruin, hoon— fuck!" a loud, trembling moan cut off your sentence when the tip of his cock brushed against the squishy spot again.

pleasure ran through you for the second time, thighs tense and back arched as high as sunghoon's body on top of yours would allow.

your mere expression— eyes rolled back, tongue lolled out with drool dripping from the corner of your mouth—motivated sunghoon to devour you again, muffling your sinful noises with his mouth all while he was chased after his own orgasm.

with stuttering hips, he pushed once, twice, before releasing thick, hot ropes of cum deep inside you, drowning out a husky grunt of your name against your lips.

"fuck..." he panted through the aftershocks of your intense climax. "good girl. did so well for me, didn't you?" he muttered, gently stroking your thigh while placing a final kiss on your lips.

"wait— why are you crying, angel?" he whispered, wiping the tears streaking down to your temple. "god, you look fucking delectable even when you cry." he groaned, kissing the sweat-ridden skin with such gentleness you'd almost forget this was the man who gave you the most mind-blowing orgasms you've ever experienced.

"please don't tell me you're gonna develop a kink." you weakly chuckled, still trying to catch your breath.

"i'd get a kink from whatever you do, but when you cry like this.." he trailed off, brushing the drops pooling on the sides of your eyes. "it's like a reward for fucking you too good."

your shoulders shook slightly from laughter, pushing his hand away. "that, you did, park. that, you did." you hum in content, pulling him closer so you could pepper kisses all over his jaw and he happily leaned into it with a quiet, giddy giggle.

just like that, your soft boyfriend was back.

"give me a moment, baby. where did we keep the tissues again?"

"nooooo." you whined out, a pout forming on your lips as you grabbed on his shoulders. "wan' you here."

"angel. i need to clean us up." he chuckles, playfully biting down on your puffy lip. "we can cuddle after."

"but hoonie! i wanna feel warm and full until morning." you demanded, batting your lashes at him.

"you can't say things like that and expect me not to fuck you again, angel." he replied with a more serious expression. his smile didn't look playful, his head tilted to the side as if daring you to push him to ruin you again.

you pursed your lips and let out a huff, reluctantly pushing him off with closed eyes.

sunghoon came back already half-dressed, armed with a wet washcloth.

he ran it between your legs, careful not to stare for too long at the flushed skin of your abused cunt as he wiped between them, turning the cloth over so he could meticulously wipe over the spit and sweat he left on you, taking a few seconds of his time to admire the red and purple bruises left across your torso.

once he was done, he threw it across the room, howling with a boyish grin as it easily slipped in the hamper. "jay and jake better watch out."

"i don't think they're worried, dork." you chuckled under your breath, half impressed by his skills, but more amused at the duality he had.

"you love this dork." sunghoon stuck his tongue out at you, picking up his own discarded shirt. he sat you up and meticulously guided your head and arms through the shirt.

"i do. i love you— a lot." you confessed with a smile.

he laid in bed beside you after, throwing the thick duvet over your tired bodies, pulling you close to his chest. he gave you a wide smile, albeit shy, and kissed on your forehead. "i love you more. and not just because you gave me the most amazing fuck in the world."

you snorted. "pfft. i'm sure that wasn't the most amazing."

"it was, though!" he looked at you in the eyes and raised a brow when you looked at him with doubt. "what is it, angel?"

"just.. you've probably had other girls who could please you better before. i mean— i.. i know you love me. i know that. but i guess i kept putting sex off the table because i was scared i might not compare to your past experiences." you shyly admitted, hiding your face.

"what the fuck are you talking about?" he roared out, laughter breaking in between his words. "i don't think i came that much or that hard with anyone else. i almost busted a fat nut on the couch when you told me i could hit."

"sunghoon!" you gasped, slapping at his chest.

"i'm serious! i saw you naked and thought i was getting taken by the light. it was amazing." he chuckled, truth laced in his voice despite the humor behind it.

he leaned back to gaze at you again, a genuine smile on his lips while caressed your cheeks with gentleness. with unrivaled love.

"no one, and i mean no one, can have me like you do, angel. no one can compare to my amazing, beautiful, sexy angel. it's that simple. so quit overthinking it, hm? i love you."

"i know that." you hummed, nodding. "i love you too, hoon."

"i love you more." he grinned, pulling you closer, letting your head rest on his chest.

silence enveloped the room as your exhausted bodies recovered, then he spoke up again. "funny how i was the one telling you to use your words this time around, huh?"

you gave him a hard pinch on his side, making him whimper. "fuck— angel!"

"go to sleep, idiot."

꒰ from ! 🐰 yan ꒱⠀⠀ so.... uh. scratches head. i meant for this to be soft and awkward, but e404 hoon is too near and dear to my heart so he's the perfect softdom!bf and that's canon now i guess. also this is my second time writing smut, so i'd love (kind) feedback on how i did !! ><

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OUR LOVE, IN THEIR EYES. ✩ PSH.

bf!sunghoon × fem!reader.⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⋆✴︎˚｡⋆⠀⠀⠀⠀what you have with sunghoon is special, something that has waited decades to bloom. you both know how lucky the both of you are—but what does your boyfriend and relationship look like in others' point of view?

CONTAINS ➤ 1.2k+ words.   downbad!hoon & bf!hoon aka: E404!sunghoon. ✮ featuring: enhypen's jay and jake, ive's gaeul and liz, and seventeen's jeonghan. (as reader's brother.)  |   college!au. domestic tooth-rotting fluff. (they are idiots in love.) established relationship. tiny bit of comedy. profanities. jealous!hoon, possessive!hoon. he's just downbad and pathetic and adorable. requested here. not proofread.

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──  ꕤ  IN YOUR FRIENDS' EYES:

SUNGHOON IS UNASHAMED.

the boys invited you to sleepover at their apartment, and you couldn't be happier to oblige because sleepovers usually meant an absolutely gut busting dinner prepared by jay and entertaining stories about jake's short-lived flings.

you've always been close to the boys but since the confirmation of your relationship with sunghoon, the awkward gap of "not quite there yet" in your friendship with them vanished— which also meant that you're just as much of a best friend to them now.

and sunghoon's happy about it. he swears he is!

but when jay and jake have you between them on the couch all pressed up on your sides while sharing a single blanket, sunghoon can't help but stand in front of the tv with crossed arms, letting out a soft huff from his nose.

"sunghoon!" the three of you called his name in unison, irritating him further. in retaliation, he spreads his arms, covering more of the slasher film playing in the tv.

"what the fuck's your deal, dude?" jake moaned.

"i don't remember signing a contract to have her as our girlfriend when i agreed to be friends with you knuckleheads." sunghoon said, face blank but you know from the way his lips twitch that he's fighting back the urge to pout.

"my god, fucking have her already." jay grunted while dragging jake with him so they could sit on the floor. in an instant, sunghoon's smile returned and the two boys rolled their eyes. "pussy whipped." jake whispered underneath his breath which earned him a gentle kick on the shin as sunghoon moved towards the couch.

you scooted over to the end of it as his taller figure compressed into a ball, all curled up and pocket-sized with his head resting on your lap. "that was unnecessary, hoon." you whispered, poking his cheek but he brushed your hand off, rolling his eyes. "it was, actually. just because they're my best friends doesn't mean they can cuddle you like you're theirs too."

"we can hear you, fucker." jay muttered, looking over his shoulder to throw the both of you a glare.

"i made sure to say it loud enough so you would. also: don't look at my woman like that." sunghoon glared back, snuggling further against you and you just flashed jay and jake an apologetic smile, pointing back to the tv. "let's just finish the movie, please."

SUNGHOON IS EXTRA ANNOYING.

your life didn't change much in your sophomore year. still the same faces, the same shoulder-crunching academic work, and the same lunches spent with your friends— except one of said friends turned into your boyfriend.

his lanky figure was comfortably seated beside you, quiet and observant while he ate his meal but when you asked him how his sister was doing, he stopped mid-bite to loudly rant about the new boy seyoon introduced him to.

“good. now you know how we feel about you being up in y/n’s business everyday.” gaeul whispered and sunghoon childishly stuck his tongue out at her. she gasped and look at you for back up but you just shrugged and bit down on your dessert.

you knew how sulky sunghoon gets when you reprimand him— all pouty and ten times more clingy, and you knew your friends wouldn’t want to see that either.

“god, i miss the sunghoon who stuttered whenever he stood around y/n.” she grumbled, throwing a piece of fry in sunghoon’s direction. he caught it in between two fingers before bringing it up to your mouth, carefully feeding it to you. “i think i’ve made y/n cry enough times to know she doesn’t want him back anymore.” sunghoon answered, making a face at her.

jiwon, despite being an enjoyer of romance herself, just squinted her eyes, looping her arms around gaeul’s as she stared at the way you two shamelessly argue about who the last bite of tiramisu is going to go to while pushing the container towards each other. “god, when are you going to leave the honeymoon phase? i think i’m gonna be sick.”

──  ꕤ  IN YOUR BROTHER'S EYES:

SUNGHOON IS RELIABLE.

jeonghan hates to admit it, but it's true.

for all your life he's been vigilant of the boys you introduced him to, always shaking his head in disapproval but still letting you make your own decisions. you're a grown woman, after all— but when you run back to your brother crying, he curses them all for coming in your life recklessly and leaving just as loud as they came.

with sunghoon, however, he has an odd sense of calm.

jeonghan used to be very protective of you at first, wary that sunghoon would be just like all of the other boys who broke your heart. but one night, jeonghan's phone rang. not from you, but from your boyfriend.

"hello?" he asked, voice thick with sleep. on the other end, it was sunghoon's shaky hello mixed with the rattling of pans and running water. "hyung, can you please help me out? y/n's sad and not speaking and she's refusing to eat anything else. she says she wants 'the special soup' but i don't know what it means." it's like he could hear sunghoon pouting through the audio.

the 'special soup' was something he made for you since you were children— something jeonghan knew you only asked for whenever you're feeling homesick.

your brother sighed, sat up until his back was pressed against the headboard, and propped his camera against the lamp. "turn on your camera and let me teach you how."

for an hour he had to witness sunghoon's terrible knife skills while sunghoon tried to make the call less awkward by asking him about his day. he realized it's hard to stay hostile towards the boy when he was earnestly trying to cook you a meal while trying to vie for his approval at the same time.

when the soup was made, sunghoon thanked him profusely before ending the call. an hour or so later, he received a text from the boy— a simple 'thank you, hyung.' with an attached picture of you holding up the empty bowl looking happier than you've ever been.

jeonghan just smiled at the image and changed sunghoon's contact name from 'park sunghoon.' to 'future brother-in-law.'

──  ꕤ  IN STRANGERS' EYES:

SUNGHOON IS UNTOUCHABLE.

prior to the confession, some acquaintances and classmates already whispered amongst themselves what would come out of your odd friendship; some guessed that it's just a really close platonic bond. nothing more. but others knew that something had started blooming despite the weird dynamic of it all.

and when it finally blossomed, he made sure everyone knew.

tall, fair, and handsome— your boyfriend is basically a disney prince come to life, and him being publicly affectionate towards you by doing things like wiping a crumb from your mouth, or shouting "i love my angel!" from the other end of the hallway just made him even more unreal to schoolmates and strangers alike.

of course, there are still people who tried to confess despite sunghoon's loud and constant declarations of love, but he politely turned them down every single time.

"i appreciate the courage, but i'm already taken." he'd say while proudly showing his phone's lockscreen: a picture of him kissing you on the cheek.

"and hopefully you find a love like ours soon."

꒰ from ! 🐰 yan ꒱⠀⠀ tried a new format bc i think it'd suit the req more. hihi. i literally am so in love with the character i made for this fic good lord i want my own e404 sunghoon.   i'm still expanding my masterlist so if u have any drabble req for the other members, just send it in my ask ! ♡

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thinking of jungwon and big bikes .

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BREATH OF FRESH AIR. ✩ YJW.

❝ and when night falls, let’s carve a secret meant for just the two of us. ❞

yang jungwon × fem!reader.⠀⠀⠀ ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡⠀⠀⠀your boyfriend can turn even the most mundane, simple activity into something soft & extraordinary.

MASTERLIST.  ┆ CONTAINS ➤ 3.2k words. idol!jungwon. college student gf!reader. established relationship. soft jungwon. fluff. angst if you squint. jw is taller than reader. not really proofread. made from this request.

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It was already late by the time you finished editing your charts and presentations. The university's library was more tolerable at night, void of the constant thrum of various voices talking to each other in hushed tones and the clacking of fingers on keyboards.

The guy previously sat across from you left a while ago, and with a stretch of your neck and the small click on your laptop's power button, you figured you could follow suit.

"Goodbye, Mr. Han. Sorry for staying too late." You gave him a sorry smile as you laid the thick encyclopedia on the counter.

The older man just pushed his glasses up and shook his head. "It's what this building is for, child— but you should be mindful of your time. That young man looked like he's been waiting for you for quite a while already." He spoke, mild disdain in his voice while his wrinkled fingers pointed outside.

You craned your head, eyes squinted as you looked through the window, trying to focus on the blurry figure.

What the hell? Why is he here?

Yang Jungwon. Revered idol. Enhypen's leader.

More importantly, your boyfriend.

Even with a face mask on, it was hard to miss the distinct faded blue of his hoodie— it's the same one you always like to borrow whenever you stayed at their group's dorm, after all.

You sheepishly mumbled another quiet apology to librarian and bowed your head goodbye before running outside.

Sure enough, there he was. Hood pulled over his head, tall stature with shoulders slumped forward yet still coolly leaning against the wall with the faint glow of his phone's screen illuminating the uncovered half of his face.

He looked unrecognizable from the idol people saw on stage. No flashy outfit, no designer bags or accessories.

Under the the orange glow of the street lamps, he looked like any other student.

Normal. Exhausted.

Maybe just a little softer around the edges.

"Wonnie." You whisper to yourself in disbelief, feet pattering against the turf as you ran to him with open arms.

Like a cat called by its owner, his head snapped up, sharp upturned eyes softening the moment it found yours. He let out a soft 'oof' as your body slammed together, feet staggering at the impact. "Hey, pretty thing." He chuckled.

His arm wrapped around your waist, warm and secure. The other reached for his face mask, pulling it down temporarily so he could press his lips on your cheeks.

You beamed. "How did you know I was here?"

He returned your smile with a coy smirk, shrugging. "Don't underestimate my boyfriend instincts."

You raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, you got me there. Life360." He admitted with a chuckle, taking your bag and slinging it through his arm like it was second nature. "What took you so long in there, hm? Were classes that bad?"

"Kind of. Had to crunch in a few presentations."

"I'm proud of you." He said with a sincere nod, patting your head. "Come on, let's get you home." With a simple tug, the face mask was back on, once again disguising your boyfriend from the rest of the world.

He held his hand out, fingers spread, and yours instinctively slotted through the empty gaps of his as you made your way outside campus premises.

Jungwon's eyes travelled to a lone couple—students—sat by the bleachers near the exit, staring at the way they huddled over a single book to teach each other. It made him squeeze your hand. "You know.. sometimes I wish I could help you with your homework. Take a little burden off your shoulders."

You slowed your pace, following where his eyes landed.

The idol life, as fun as it sounded, was still hard on him, especially when it deprived him of the quiet normality of books, frat-parties and part-time jobs.

You smoothed your thumb over his knuckles to comfort him, playfully rolling your eyes. "You fit your job more. I can't imagine you being stuck in a classroom solving quadratic equations and begging for a reply from your useless group mates."

Jungwon hummed. "You're right. I should probably leave the thinking and problem solving for my smart little bean." He affectionately ruffled your hair and you swatted him away with a glare.

"Well I'm tired of problem solving. I just wanna travel around the world like you. Be a pretty little trophy wife."

"Are you hinting for me to marry you? Because I will."

The words stop at your throat and you're itching to call his bluff but the way he stopped walking and the lack of the usual mischief in his eyes let you know he'd kneel at the moment if you asked him to.

So you just gave him a middle finger and stormed off, cheeks red and heart thumping.

"Wha— Baby! Wait for me!"

At night, the city was more calm. The cicadas served as a backdrop to your steps, multiple florescent lights of stores that bled out into the pavement illuminating the path for you and your boyfriend.

A few people were still out— men in office wear, a group of students huddling by the bus stop, a middle-aged couple setting up their tent to accommodate those who chose to end their weekday with alcoholic drinks and home-made soup.

Some looked like they just started their day while some looked to be on their way home.

But if you asked Jungwon, he'd proudly say he was right beside his.

His feet walked to the rhythm of yours, a content smile hiding underneath his mask as the both of you shared a bubble of comfortable silence. Every now and then, he'd squeeze your hand, letting his thumb brush against the pulse above your wrist just to feel you.

It was almost unnerving how quick he found calm in you.

Your warmth next to his relaxed the muscles along his broad shoulders. The familiar floral scent of your perfume mixed with the mint of your shampoo killed the constant buzzing of his nerves, like his body automatically pulling its guard down— like it knew he was safe.

Stealing a glance from the side of his eye, you looked happy. At ease. Oblivious to the fact that you had Jungwon weak just by existing at his side.

After every few minutes of walking, he'd tug your hand to pause. He would take out his phone so he could take a picture of the scenery ahead or to make you take a picture of him.

To fans, it was a quick update on Weverse. Just another one of his nightly runs.

To Jungwon, it was a small act of rebellion— a publicized remembrance of this soft moment he shared with his beloved.

Slowly, the concrete of modern buildings faded into leafy greens and earthy browns. Shrub-lined walkways and patches of flowerbeds soon came into view as Jungwon, eyes bright with content, pulled you past the park entrance.

"Won, I think we're lost..."

"Not really. Consider this a detour." He flashed you a boyish grin, hands on your shoulders as he guided you down on one of the benches. He dumped your bag beside you before jogging off to one of the bright orange tents that nostalgic street snacks for a buck.

A few moments later, he came back with two paper cups, white wisps escaping them as he handed you one of it.

"Hotteok?" you asked, confused.

"The one with sweet honey." Jungwon pulled on the mask until it's hooked under his chin, revealing a dimpled smile underneath. "You forget to snack whenever you study." He casually remarked like he was reading off of a book, nonchalantly showing off how much he knew you despite the constant distance made by his busy schedule.

"It's the price of being focused, I swear." You defended before taking a rough bite off the top.

"Wait— baby. It's still hot—" Jungwon's widened eyes weren't quick enough to warn you as the hot filling of the pastry, just a few degrees away from scalding, dripped on your tongue.

"Mmpf— Fuck!" You winced, lips parted whilst repeatedly blow hot air out your mouth in a pathetic attempt to make the hotteok colder. You managed to chew and swallow it down, but not him cackling, fingers pointed at you.

"Jungwon. It's not funny. I think my tastebuds got permanent second degree burns." You huffed, tongue stuck out in hopes that the cool autumn air would soothe the burn.

"It is though. God, I should have taken a picture. You looked like you were playing hot potato with your mouth. You looked like this—" He made a face, trying to imitate the pained look in your face with much exaggeration.

"Why you little shit, I oughtta—" You smacked his arm, but he was unfazed. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He just scooted closer, eliminating as much space physically possible between your bodies, arm thrown across the bench's backrest.

You leaned against him, head against his shoulder while quietly nibbling on your snack piece by piece. Jungwon wrapped his arm around you, palm squeezing your waist like you'd disappear if he couldn't physically feel you in his hands.

Minutes were spent just basking in each other's presence as you both looked around the park. Every now and then, he'd point to someone walking their dog, remarking how much he missed Maeumi, or you'd quietly whisper about a jogger's odd choice of shoes.

The conversation flowed freely, and before you knew it, you were both bent over, clutching on your stomach in pain as he reminisced on today's schedules.

"I'm telling you! Flying yoga was insane. Jay hyung's ass looked like big watermelons when he sat in the hammock." He enthusiastically relayed. You doubled over, laughter coming out as howls as you repeatedly smacked him on the shoulder.

"I bet it was tiring." You wiped a stray tear from your waterline while staring up at the faint speckles of stars, other arm over your stomach to soothe the laughter-induced pain in your abdomen.

"Oh, it was." He hummed, turning his head towards the river cutting through the park, tone softer as he stared at the way the moonlight made each ripple glitter. "That's why I needed to recharge."

You met his gaze, confused. "Recharge? Is walking really that therapeutic for you?"

Jungwon's feline-like eyes crinkled slightly, turning into happy crescents as they fell back on you. "Not particularly, no— but I'm spending time with you, so it is." He said unashamed, voice just a pitch lower than usual with a smile that made the indent on his cheek sink deep.

Come to think of it, loving you truly was like this. A walk in the park.

It's always been easy, hassle-free, something that Jungwon did even in his subconscious.

You've supported him ever since he was an aspiring idol. You've been a constant pillar of support after long days of training, always there to help with homework or remind him not to work his body too hard.

Post-debut, you still stayed. Despite the shortened amount of communication, or the distance made by world tours, you remained by Jungwon's side. Bright, encouraging, and content.

He often reminded you that it was okay to complain. To let him know if you found it hard being kept away from the public— because he'd announce your relationship himself if you gave him the green light.

But you were a saint. You were the best partner a man could ever ask for, idol or otherwise.

You always had face masks for him, always kept a spare cap in your apartment to hide his face whenever he visited, and you were the one to check the photos he took during your little dates to make sure nothing would be suspicious to his eagle-eyed fans.

If anything, the way you protected your relationship would make people think that you were the idol and not him.

Jungwon doesn't know what he's done to deserve you, but he's willing to prove to you that he does, be it through big acts of sending you lavish gifts or small ones like holding your arm for support while you stretched out your legs.

"Are you tired?" He asked quietly, brows knitted together while you took a moment to rest after minutes of continuously strolling around the park.

"Kind of. College doesn't really build up my stamina unlike your dance practices." You grunt, waving off his concern. "It's fine though."

Without another word, Jungwon turned around, bending over and pressing a knee to the pavement. The thick fabric of his hoodie did nothing to hide the sharp contours of his muscles beneath as he rolled his shoulders back. "Get on."

"You can't be serious."

"I'm not going to exhaust you even more than you already are, miss smarty-pants."

"And what about you? Aren't you tired?"

He looked at you over his shoulder, grinning. "For you? Never."

Your nose scrunched, biting the tip of your tongue to hold back a smile. Instead, it came out like a giddy giggle that filled Jungwon's chest with inexplicable pride.

As selfish as it may be, the fact that it takes him little to no effort to get you laughing like this makes him happy.

"Okay..." You bent slightly and his hands held the back of your knees while yours hung around his neck, chin rested on his shoulder.

He stood up, smooth and soundless, walking with so much ease you'd think he was holding a feather. "You good back there?"

"Mhm. Surprisingly comfy." You smiled, arms looping a little tighter around him.

Jungwon enthusiastically told you stories about the boys and their antics during the few weeks you've been apart as he exited the park. You replied with stories of your own, sharing funny excerpts of the things that happened during classes, occasionally poking the his soft cheeks through the cotton face mask.

When you ran out of stories, Jungwon filled the silence by humming you their songs, specifically the intro to XO. The dulcet tone of his voice was so good and so soothing that it successfully distracted you from the fact that he wasn't walking in the right direction.

He took a left by the cherry tree instead of going straight.

He followed by the main road instead of taking the back alley that had a shortcut to your humble abode.

He even risked going in an entire circle around the block just so he could spend a little more time with you.

But the walk back to your dorm was quick— too quick for Jungwon's liking. Even after taking the longer paths, even after taking slower, shorter steps, it still wasn't enough.

"Beep beep! We've arrived." You squeaked, giving his hooded head a gentle pat. "Thank you for carrying me home, Wonnie."

He bent down, allowing you to hop off his back, but the moment you do, his hand sought for yours again with speed. "Won? Is something wrong?"

Jungwon hooked a finger on his mask, pulling it down and letting it drop to the damp asphalt. He misses you all the time. That's no news to you. But tonight, for some reason, there's this weird pit in his heart that ached when he thinks of you leaving.

He ran a finger through his hair, causing his hood to fall back, not caring that it left his face bare and uncovered for all to see. Your eyes widened in alert, stepping closer to him with a hushed whisper. "Won, what are you doing? You're gonna get found out!"

Your arms reaching up in an attempt to cover his face. Jungwon just sighed, taking both your wrists and pulling you close to his chest. "Give me a kiss." He gave you the command like you weren't at your wits end, worried about the prying eyes that could be looking.

What is wrong with him? He's usually smarter than this, more level-headed. But right now he's being impossible, and though the fact that he's asking for a kiss made your heart race for a variety of reasons, you weren't about to ruin his career just to indulge him.

"Wha— have you gone insane?" You whisper-screamed, head snapping from one side of the street to the other, then up the windows. "You're literally asking for a scandal."

"I don't care." His voice was sure. Steady, as if having found clarity. "I want a kiss."

"Jungwon. No." You huffed, fingertips desperately trying to tug his hood back on his head.

Fed up of your defiance, he cupped your cheeks and bent down to meet you face-level. Your breath hitched at the close distance, attempting to lean back but Jungwon just leaned closer each time.

"If you won't kiss me, then let me kiss you." He said with a more quiet tone this time, laced with a little desperation. His soft lips grazed on yours with each word he spoke, boba-looking eyes flickering from your own, down to your trembling lips.

You pressed your palm firmly against his chest. "P-People will see you. See us." You stammered, voice betraying you with a crack at the last sentence. "They'll start talking. And the fans, t-the pictures—"

Jungwon's thumb caressed your tinted cheeks, speaking to you with calm conviction. "Let them. Then the world would have proof of how much I'm risking just to be with you."

With that, he closed the distance, lips pressing on yours.

You let out a soft, defeated sigh against his mouth, resolve quickly coming undone. Jungwon's palms moved to your waist, head tilted to the side to deepen the kiss.

Electricity buzzed throughout your body with each bold nip he gave your lip. It was messy. Sweet. Dangerous. His tongue prodded on yours and it made your knees buckle, giving him more reason to hold your body against his.

You were lightheaded, brain turned into fuzz after the kiss broke.

On the other hand, Jungwon looked composed as ever. Perhaps even pleased with himself. Jet black hair fell over his forehead, the dimple you've adored making its appearance as he looked at your flushed state.

His hands ghosted up your back, resting on the sides of your head, leaving a kiss on your forehead. It took him a few moments to find his voice, but when he did, his first words were soft. Quiet, but with unquestionable sincerity.

"I love you."

Your eyes fluttered shut, lips curled in a serene smile as you pulled him in a tight embrace, muffling into the crook of his neck. "I love you too, Won."

His palm cradled the back of your head, holding it close to his chest with lips brushing against your crown. "Text me when you get back room, okay?"

You nodded, giggling. "Okay, Wonnie."

Your boyfriend fought the urge to whine and grumble when you pulled away, reluctantly letting you go and watching your figure get smaller and smaller as you walked inside your building.

As soon as you closed your door, you pulled your phone out, remembering to let him know you got in safe, only to be met with texts from no other than the man himself.

woncat ! 🐈 — baby baby baby woncat ! 🐈 — i jus got to the car and i miss you already :(( woncat ! 🐈 — thank you for spending time with me woncat ! 🐈 — i'll take you on a proper date next time, ok? woncat ! 🐈 — i love you. :)

꒰ from ! 🐰 yan ꒱⠀⠀ if i'm being honest, i'm not super happy w this drabble. i felt like it was all over the place for some reason ;-; plus, i tried the proper capitalized format this time just because??? and i also dk how i feel abt it. lmk tho ! also, jungwon has been driving me nuts lately. dare i say he's almost at bias-wrecker levels. 😖

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