not even 24 hours after a 401 day tour, belift are announcing another tour? do they understand how crazy this is? those boys are being worked to the bone and soon enough their health - both physical and mental - is going to decline and then it's not just going to be 'oh jay ill sit out two shows' or 'jake just had to take skip two songs', it's going to end up with them being so overworked that they'll take hiatus' that last months, the members will lose their love for their job, and the entire situation is going to get out of control.
jay has an injury that is already serious but imagine the damage that could be made from all the shows of a new tour? plus all the added schedules ontop of that? ni-ki spoke about how exhausted he was during the tour and that can only lead to further sickness or being mentally and emotionally drained. even if you did go to he concert, could you actually enjoy yourself knowing that they're suffering????
i am begging you all to boycott this tour, i've seen it happen before when fans boycotted mamamoo's tour and it got postponed and the company listened to the concerns. i know it's belift so there is a chance they won't even acknowledge it, but low ticket sales means the promotor and label will most likely cancel which tbh is what we should all want.
enhypen have been working non-stop since debut and i fear it'll only get worse if all of us don't work together on expressing our concerns.
ā pairing: professor!sunghoon x star uni. student fem!reader
ā genre: smut MDNI, professor x student, age gap(sunghoon is in mid/late 20s while reader is in early 20s), p with plot, p with feelings, angsty, fluffy, forbidden love
ā w.c: 17.8k
-all warnings below cut-
ā warnings: sunghoon gets kind of mean, jealously, so much feelings, profanity, a little misunderstanding, lots of kissing
ā smut warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), multiple sex scenes, praising, degradation, dirty talk, p in v, fingering, throat fucking, overstimulation, dom!sunghoon(but they're both freaks), usage of nicknames(baby, good girl, sir, slut, etc.), headlocks, begging, some cum eating, creampies, breeding kink, dacryphilia, cock warming, oral (m+f rec. and giving)
Youāre the perfect student in your university. Acing all of your courses with ease, even the hardest course known on campus taught by the strictest teacher, Mr. Park.
Everyone saw and knew you worked hard in order to achieve everything youāve accomplished, seeing your dedication and sleepless nights in order to complete an assignment perfectly.
Everyone wished to be just like you one day as you set the curve.
Whether you decide to admit it or not, youāre utterly admired by students, staff, faculty members, and teachers.
Each time your name came across papers, it was given extra attention to detail and care to just see how marvelous you worked on it.
But there was one teacher who absolutely adored you the most. Admiring the way you attentively took notes during lectures, how you furrow your eyebrows and pout your lips as you studied, or when you would lightly chew on your pen when going over questions, to simply the way you would come to him to ask questions without a worry while others were scared to even approach him.
Mr. Park adored you as a hard working student.
He also adored the side of you that wasnāt seen as professional. The way your legs would unconsciously squish together when trying to understand something or how you squirmed under his gaze when it was just you and him but then secretly taking glances to him when you thought he wasnāt looking.
But he deeply cherished the side of you that would get him fired. The way you would drop to your knees in front of him to prove that you deserved the extra point you were missing to achieve the hundred percent you desperately wanted.
And he could forever relish in the way you usher kisses from him as you studied in his office while he graded papers or the way he folds your body over his desk as he pounds into you mercifully for getting the highest mark once again.
Oh Mr. Park loved his favorite student.
Sunghoonās course was a two semester course for the minimum amount of material that was crammed in there. It was known to be the hardest course to pass which meant there were very few students who decided to take the challenge(you being one of them).
But there was no other teacher that understood the material like him, he was the top professor and you were the top student.
How you and Sunghoon began the forbidden fiasco was spontaneous but not unexpected. There was obvious tension already building in-between as he would catch you looking at him with a certain glint in your eyes before shyly looking away to focus back on the lecture.
However, his favorite was whenever heās grading papers already feeling exhausted from giving such low marks and not enough high marks but his exhaustion would instantly fade away when heād get to yours.
He always straightens up his posture to take a moment to properly appreciate how perfect your paper is. How you not only explained every point needed to receive full credit but even added some of your own input.
But what he loved more were the little doodles you would leave scatter on your paper to indicate your boredom after finishing.
His pen would softly trace the designs with a fond smile, a thought lingering to indulge himself in the opportunity presented to him. So he would write a simple comment alongside the doodle that caught his eyes the most.
And this time around it was a simple doodle of a house sitting on a hillside with a sunset far in the distant and flowers littering the landscape.
When you received your paper back, youād smile at the big hundred percent in bright red ink in the corner of your paper but soon caught glimpse of your professorās comment along your doodle.
Your smile would only get bigger seeing āgot bored?ā next to the house doodle before glancing up to your professor who gave the faintest smile ever towards you before dropping it and continued to pass out the rest of the studentās papers.
The next time you had a paper due, you made sure to complete it with ease before writing back a response to his previous comment, hoping he would respond to it.
And once again as Sunghoon was up late at night grading papers, energy already drained, he finally made it to yours and his energy skyrocketed.
As he was grading your paper, he caught the doodle you did of yourself and a surprising response to his previous comment.
āYeah I am. Next time you should make these just a little harder Mr. Parkā
He smirked to himself with a chuckle before nodding his head in amusement. You didnāt received an hundred percent this time around, but still received the highest mark out of everyone taking his course.
But he saw this an opportunity to tease you just a little bit.
āNext time you should make sure to get an hundred then maybe Iāll consider itā
You made an appointment with Sunghoon during the scheduled hours to discuss the possibility of him writing a letter of recommendation for an internship youāre hoping to get into during winter break.
As you stood in front of his door, you didnāt hesitate to knock on his office door softly and you heard him mutter ācome inā loud enough for you to hear and when you walked in he gave you a welcoming smile.
Heās been anticipating you ever since he saw your name pop up in the long list of appointments but he wondered what you needed from him. āGood eveningā
You returned his kind smile with your own, āGood evening Mr. Parkā
He motioned to the chair in front of his desk which you easily took, āWhat can I do for you?ā
āI wonāt take too much of your time, I know youāre a busy professorā Sunghoon lightly chuckled in his head at your statement, he could never be too busy for you.
āI was wondering if you could possibly write me a letter of recommendation? Thereās an internship I really would enjoy to attend but it requires one from a professorā You explained and you noticed how you had his full undivided attention
He nodded at every word you said before lightly clasping his hands together. āI have no issues doing so, email the information of your internshipā Your smile spread across your face hearing his easy acceptance to your request but he was curious about one thing. āIf I may ask, why choose to ask me for this?ā
āIām sure youāre well aware Iām not exactly the most easy going professor. And you and I both know many other professors wouldāve adored to take this opportunity if you askedā
āWell thatās exactly the reason Mr. Park. Youāre not easy going. If I asked another professor of mine to write one Iām sure they will gush on and on about my achievements and how wonderful of a student I am but not of me as a person and my dedicationā You explained and Sunghoon felt a sense of pride in his chest but he tried push that feeling down
He shouldnāt be feeling this, you were only coming to him for a letter of recommendation. Nothing more and nothing less of that.
He gave a curt nod to your explanation before you thanked him profusely which he kindly waved off.
āI hope youāre able to have a wonderful winter break Mr. Park!ā Your bright smile made his heart churn in itself but he tried so hard to shake it off
āYou as well. I hope youāre able to attend your internshipā
āOh Iāll definitely get in if I have you writing my letter of recommendationā Your words weighed heavy on his shoulders and heart
It was deep into winter break and Sunghoon was roaming through the streets on Christmas eve alone. He saw how couples were smiling as they held hands, walking by simply happy to spend the holidays together.
Now he never cared for having a relationship, having his priorities lie within his work. But there were times, times like this, that made he wonder what his life would be like if he had someone.
But he wasnāt going to dwell on something that wasnāt real. He was going about his business to head back home when he suddenly heard a familiar voice he didnāt expect to hear on Christmas eve.
He turned and saw your bundled up self making your way towards him, you looked so cute under the faint store and street lights. He shook his head from that thought and gave a confused expression to which you giggled at.
You noticed how different he looked from how you usually see him during class. Instead of his usual business attire with his rimless clear glasses, his attire now fitted to the cold weather to keep him warm, his hair out of its usual style, and his glasses long discarded.
Your heart fluttered in your chest seeing how he looked under the skylit night. There was never any denying that he was a very attractive person.
āGood evening Mr. Parkā You greeted when you reached him and he gave a nod, not trusting himself to speak āWhat are you doing out on Christmas eve by yourself?ā
āI could ask you the same thingā You chuckled slightly raising your hands up in defeat at his remark to your question
āInternship finally let me out for the next two daysā His eyes blinked harsher hearing your sentence, you got the internship?
You chuckled softly at his reaction as you could read him like an open book. āYour letter of recommendation worked. I was one of the first people to receive a spot, so whatever you wrote did wonders on themā His lips curled into a smile, pleased to hear that he was able to help you
āCongratulations, Iām happy to hear thatā
After his congratulation, the two of you stayed in an awkward silence. Neither sure of whether to continue the conversation or cut it off at that, but before stressing over it more the smallest snowflake fell between and caught your attention.
Both of you looked to sky to see the snowfall, realizing it was going to be a white Christmas. You smiled softly as you rested your hand out to catch the falling snow.
Sunghoon shifted his gaze from the sky onto you and saw how the moonlight and snowfall painted your eyes like you held in the universe in them.
āDo you want to have dinner?ā Sunghoonās words fell from his mouth before he could even realize what he was saying
He stopped and cursed at himself under his breath for allowing his thought to slip through his mouth and when he heard silence from you, he wanted the world to swallow him whole in that moment.
But your response is what brought him back to reality, āI would like thatā
āWhat?ā
āYou asked me to dinner and I said I would like that. Donāt tell me youāre backing away from your offer Mr-ā
āPlease call me Sunghoon when weāre outside of school groundsā He stopped you from continuing your sentence and you held back a smile and nodded your head
āAlright then Sunghoon, what do you have in mind for dinner?ā
Oh he really had done it to himself now. He was doomed.
Your face crinkled as you laughed at something Sunghoon had said as you were leaving the restaurant. You expected the dinner to be awkward but instead it was like the two of you had known each other for years. Not a single ounce of tension was felt even though he was your professor and you were his student.
Sunghoon arrived to his car and he shot you a confused look when he saw you werenāt following. āWhat are you doing?ā
āIām sending you off, I have to get a taxi to go back to mineā You told and Sunghoon shook his head, what kind of monster would he be if he left you to take a taxi
āNonsense, Iāll drive you. No need to waste moneyā He told before opening the passenger door for you and your heart stopped
āA-are you sure? I really donāt mind taking a taxi Mr-ā
āPlease I insist. And you were doing so good not calling me Mr. Park throughout the dinnerā You nervously gulped as you unconsciously squished your thighs a little closer together hearing the hint of praise from him
Sunghoon took notice of you squishing your thighs after his words and he could feel his stomach crawling inside out as he tilted his neck to the side to knock some sense into himself. He couldnāt, he possibly couldnāt.
Oh but he could and he did.
Because here he was inside your place, in your bed, his body flushed in between your legs as he feverishly kissed you like no tomorrow.
He was only supposed to walk you to your front door to make sure you got in safely but what he didnāt expect was for you to crash your lips onto his the moment the clock struck 12.
āMerry Christmas Sunghoonā You mumbled against his lips and he didnāt remember the last time someone had genuinely wished him one
He knows he shouldāve pushed you away, to tell you that this was wrong, that neither of you could do this. But he was twisted, sick, and messy in his head. He couldnāt get enough of your taste now that he got a sliver of it.
Your hold on him was something so desperate and needy that he couldnāt possibly let you go as the two of you found a feverish pace for the kiss. The snow falling over your bundle up bodies as the dim light shun above you two outside your front door.
Sunghoonās arms were hesitant to wrap around you to bring you impossibly closer to him and you noticed. You wanted, needed, him to hold you the way you were clinging onto him.
You carefully brought his arms to hold you and he let out a soft noise when he finally felt you in his arms. It felt so right to have you there as if you were meant to be there in the first place (in his mind you were).
He could feel the lack of oxygen in him but he couldnāt care in the slightest. Your lips were like a paradise and he rather give up heaven if he had to just to keep tasting you.
āI need you Sunghoonā He stopped kissing you and pulled away to stare at you with wide eyes, not expecting to hear those words to ever leave your mouth
Your pupils were blown out wide as you stared up to him with a cloud of lust filling your eyes. His mind became hazy as it ran miles in a loop of the only rational thought holding onto dear life. He shouldnāt give in.
But the way your lips fit perfectly with his and the way you felt under his touch. He threw all his rationality out of the window, unable to say no to you when youāre willingly offering yourself so preciously to him.
His lips soon found a place on your jaw before tracing down to your neck in a haste. āGonna have to do better than that to get my cockā You relished in his words as you knew this was the sign youāve been longing for
You bit back your smirk and you let your body melt in his touch and kisses as your hands found their way to his hair to mess it up from its middle part.
āThen let me bring you insideā You whispered just loud enough for him to hear and Sunghoon forced himself to detach from you to allow you open the door
As you hastily tried to open the door wanting to get him inside as soon as possible, Sunghoonās arms wrapped around you, allowing himself to get lost in the daze of you.
He kissed the side of your face not able to get enough of you as his thumbs rubbed circles on your coated body. Even though there was a multiple layers between you and his touch, you could still feel his touch burn your body.
When you finally opened the door, he quickly pushed you inside and locked the front door.
The moment he turned to face you, you grabbed him by the collar to kiss him once again. He chuckled against your lips as your hands began removing his layers. āYou can start taking mine off tooā You mumbled and he was quick to remove the piece of clothing that prevented him from touching your skin.
The kiss became more impatient as you guided him towards your room, neither of your lips breaking from each other. You had your hands mixed in his hair as his hands roamed over your body, trying memorize every single crevice on your body.
When you made it to your room, you knocked the door open and broke off the kiss to push him onto your bed with a pant. Sunghoon looked to you to take a moment to properly comprehend that this was actually happening.
Your eyes darting over him to burn how you had your professor sitting on your bed burned into your memory.
As your eyes found his, you slowly began to remove your shirt and Sunghoonās eyes never left yours. You gulped as you discarded your shirt somewhere leaving you in your bra as you took off your pants.
He was trying everything in his willpower to not look anywhere else besides your eyes as you were removing your last piece of clothing. When you kicked your pants off somewhere in your room, you were now left in your undergarments only.
Sunghoon who witnessed it, couldnāt wrap his head around the fact that you, his student, his favorite student actually, was now crawling onto his lap.
He gulped as his hands unconsciously grabbed your hips as you positioned yourself right on top of him. He let out a deep groan feeling your clothed core right above his hard on.
You gasped feeling him against you, even though he was restraint through his pants, you could still his imprint. You slowly rocked your hips to rub yourself against him, letting desperate whines leave your mouth for him.
This was not how either of you expected your Christmas to go.
But nevertheless, Sunghoon couldnāt take it anymore. He flipped you onto your back and you let out a shocked squeal at how easily he did that but your mind went blank as he removed his shirt and your jaw dropped.
You knew Sunghoon had muscles, you could tell by the way his shirts would fit around him during class but you didnāt realize just how sculpted his body was. Your eyes trailed over him and you felt your heart pounding against your chest.
But you were disrupted from your thought as he dove straight into your neck to leave wet open kisses.
You moaned softly feeling his lips, his hands roaming higher up your body until they found your breast. He unclasped your bra with ease and freed your mounds before attaching his lips onto your left one, sucking and kissing your already harden nipple and having his free hand to pinch your right one.
You jolted harshly at the sensation on both of your nipples and you could feel his smirk against your body.
His tongue glided over your sensitive nipple making you whimper loudly, fingers pinching them before rubbing his thumb over it to soothe the nerves. He removed his lips from your boob, bringing his lips onto yours. You grabbed his wrist as his hands held your boobs as he flushed himself against you.
You felt the poke against your clothed core and as embarrassing as it was, you almost came right then and there.
You donāt remember the last time you ever got with someone, too focused on school (and secretly your professor) that you didnāt even have time to take care of yourself.
You rubbed yourself against his leg that laid between your legs and he grinned in the kiss as he bit your lips harshly causing you to squeal.
āSuch a fucking slut. Canāt even wait for me to fuck you that youāre already rubbing your soaking pussy against meā Sunghoon grabbed your chin forcing you to look down on the leg you were grinding on and the wet patch you left behind
āRubbing me like some bitch in heatā You whimpered at his words and you shook your head trying to prove yourself but your actions spoke other wise
All you knew were praises but hearing such belittling words from your professor only made you wetter and you desperately needed him inside of you. āPlease Mr. Park plea-ā But you didnāt expect him to squish your face in his hand as he forced you to look at him
His harsh lust filled gaze send a wave down to your already dripping cunt. āCall me sirā
Your throat went dry, never using such nicknames before. But you heard the sternness of his voice which only fueled you even more. āS-sirā You tested the foreign nickname on your tongue for the first time and hearing it fall from your lips went straight to his cock
Having the top student sprawled beneath him begging for him did wonders on his mind. But he wasnāt going to give in that easily.
āCome on, I know you can do better than that. I need words, what do you want me to do?ā Sunghoon teased as he already knew exactly what you wanted
But something about having you beg for him riled him up. Just because it was you didnāt mean you were easily going to get what you wanted from him.
āSir pleaseā Your voice full of desperation, āI-I need you inside of me. Need you to feel you. Want you to fill me up with your cock, I need youā You chocked out in whines and Sunghoon smirked seeing you wither before him
āSuch a good little slutā He kissed the side of your face making you squeal, and you finally heard the unbuckling his belt and your heart raced
You looked down to see him freeing his harden cock which sprung out, hitting his abdomen and your jaw dropped seeing his size. This was nothing compared to what you thought it was when you were rubbing yourself against him.
You clearly underestimated your professors size and he noticed, āOh donāt tell me you thought I was small. Come on, give me some creditā He smirked noticing you gulping nervously as you were amazed by his size
Your hands went to admire him and he groaned when your hands wrapped around him with a daze in your eyes. He closed his eyes as you softly pumped him almost causing him to throw his head back from the sheer pleasure.
With the faintest touches, you were already sending him into an overdrive. He doesnāt know if itās because itās been so long since heās last been with someone like this or if it was because his deep hidden forbidden desires were being fulfilled by the only person in his mind, you.
His eyes clamped harder when he felt your hand go lower to fiddle with his aching balls that have been waiting months to be released.
āYouāre so heavyā You mumbled at the observation and you noticed his angry tip leaking precum
You knew how bad your thoughts were in that moment, but you needed him to rearrange your whole intestines.
Your hands brought him over your stomach to measure just how deep he would be inside of you and you nervously gulped seeing how far deep he would be, āI donāt know if youāre gonna fitā¦ā
Sunghoon murmured a soft āfuckā under his breath seeing just how deep he would be inside of you, he almost lost control and rammed into you to make you dumb and only think about his cock.
But he knew you were right, he didnāt even know himself if he could fit inside of you.
āThen weāll make it fit. Youāll be a good girl and take it right? Take all of me and everything I give you?ā You looked up to him with doe eyes and Sunghoon needed to ruin you as you innocently nodded your head
He hummed pleased with your nod before having his fingers play with the fabric of your panties, noticing how it clung to your wetness as he peeled them off you painfully slow.
The more you were becoming exposed to him, the more you were growing shy and when he finally removed your panties, you unconsciously covered your bare self with your hands.
Sunghoon smack his tongue against his teeth before moving your hands away to admire you in all your glory. He saw how your pussy gleamed with slick and he was captivated by you. He took a moment to appreciate you and your cheeks burned as his gaze never left your gaping cunt.
āPerfect, absolutely perfectā He mumbled to himself before holding himself in his hands, giving himself a few pumps before dragging his tip across your cunt, his precum and your arousal smearing together making the most beautiful scene in front of him.
Your hole clenched around nothing as he tapped his tip against your empty hole that begged to be filled and destroyed by him.
But you whined impatiently as he replaced his aching cock with his slender fingers. Even though, he desperately wanted to just be inside you, he knew he would split you in half and not in the good way if he didnāt prep you.
You bit your lip as you felt his fingers graze over your wetness and you looked down to see Sunghoon in a daze as he watched you coat his fingers.
You were going to say something but you gasped when you suddenly felt his finger enter you without any warning. He hissed at your tightness as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. Your body melted into your mattress from his finger alone.
Sunghoon soon entered a second finger, stretching you out a little more. You let out soft moans and it was like music to his ears. His fingers painfully dragged in and out as his thumb found a resting point on your clit.
The slow circles on your sensitive bud made your body jolt as the moans became louder and heavier. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach and right when it was going to snap, Sunghoon ripped his hand away.
You frustratedly whined that your close orgasm was ripped from you. Sunghoon chuckled seeing your frustrated state as small tears filled the corner of your eyes, daring to fall.
You saw as he stuck the fingers that were just inside of you inside him mouth as he hummed wildly tasting you for the first time.
āYou taste so sweet babyā The endearing nickname filled your ears and mind as your frustration melted away as your heart warmed
But that didnāt last too long as it quickly overshadowed by the desperate need for him. āS-Sir p-pleaseā You broke out in a whimper and Sunghoon cooed you as he rubbed your cheek softly
āYouāve been doing so well, Iām so proud of you babyā He tried to calm down your sniffled self as he grabbed his cock in his hand before dragging his tip across your pussy again before protruding your hole with his tip
Your mouth fell slack as you could feel him slipping in as he hissed by how tight you were. Your mind was already sent into a drunken dazed by the stretch youāve never felt before.
He let out a broken chuckle as he saw your expression, āYouāre already gone and I only gave you a taste of my tipā He continued to ease his way in, the clench making it difficult for him
āB-Bigā You admitted breathlessly the moment he finally made it halfway
The two of you panted heavily feeling the undeniable pain but pleasurable stretch as Sunghoon nearly lost himself in the hold you had on his cock.
He gave you sometime to adjust as he rubbed a hand on your hips to help your shuttering and after a few moments you gave him a weak nod to keep going.
As he kept moving deeper into you, your gasp only grew louder, your hands resting on his shoulder as your fingertips dug into his shoulders.
He hissed feeling your fingertips in his shoulders but he continued to slowly push through. With each passing second, tears fell down your face and Sunghoon kissed your tears away.
āI know baby, I know. You can take it. I promise itāll feel so goodā You whimpered as you wrapped your arm around him to hold him close to your aching body
He finally bottomed out and the two of you let out a heavy shutter trying to get use to the taste the new forbidden heaven.
āYouāre so pretty baby. So damn prettyā He praised you hoping it helped ease you and it did to a certain extent
The stretch was undeniably delicious and when lightly tapped his back, a sign for him to move, he smiled weakly, giving shallow thrust at first.
From his first thrust, you felt a new side of pleasure you never felt before. No one ever being able to make you feel like this till this day. You just never expected the one to show you this new world of pleasure would be your own professor.
You moaned as you held him close to you as he found a spot in the crook of your neck. The noises you tried to contain became loose in his ears when he began to pick up pace as his tip started to kiss your cervix with each thrust which you didnāt even know was possible.
āF-fuck baby. Gonna fuck you so goodā He gruntled against your neck as he soon found a pace that made you fall apart on his cock
His pelvis met with your clit from the close proximity and you were seeing stars. āM-Mr- Sun-Hoo-Sirā Your mind didnāt know what to call Sunghoon in this moment
āHow often did you think about your professorās cock ramming into you? Bet you waited for the day to lure me into your bed just so that I can fuck you like the slut you areā Sunghoon spewed the brewing thoughts in his head
āE-every d-day Sungā¦H-hoonā You managed to moan out as the friction against your clit made you unintentionally tighten around Sunghoonās hammering cock inside of you and the two of you were falling apart from the pleasure.
āJust like that, say my fucking name from your pretty mouthā Sunghoon pulled away from his spot on your neck to look at your sprawled body as he gripped your sides to slam his hips harsher against yours. āNothing in that pretty head of yours but my nameā
You knocked your head back as you tightly gripped your sheets, trying to hold in your sounds as best as you could but Sunghoon wouldnāt allow that. He rubbed his fingers over your swollen clit causing you to scream and cover your mouth surprised by the loud noise that left your mouth.
āLet the whole neighborhood know whoās fucking you this good. Let them hear you moan and whine like the slut you are for your professorās cockā You were beyond the edge as his hips snapped against yours, your body jolting into the mattress with each of his thrust
And he loved the scene before him, the way your breast bounced from his harsh thrust, how your head was thrown back and your mouth was wide open with nothing but calls of his name and moans leaving it.
You arched your back sending a new shock of pleasure over you and Sunghoonās managed to somehow go even deeper with the new angle as he held your lower back to keep your back arched as he continued to pound into you like you were his own toy.
āClo-Close s-irā You whined as you could feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach again. āPlease! ām g-gonna cumā
āThen cum for meā Sunghoon voice was hot against your ringing ears and that was the push you needed before a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over you
You moaned loudly and Sunghoon groaned feeling you tightened around him from your climax and he noticed how you tried to pull away from him due to the simulation of his slipping cock in you.
You thought it was over as you panted tiredly and he slowed down his pace. But your legs were suddenly thrown over his shoulders as your body was pressed deeper into the mattress before he picked up his pace again.
You let out a loud sound, clawing at your sheets from the stimulation as your mind reeled from his brutal pace on your hole.
āWeāre not done until I dump all of my cum inside you like my own personal cumdumpā With the mention of the new nickname, you clamped down harder on him and he smirked feeling your reaction to his degrading words
āOh? You like being your professorās cumdump? You like knowing that youāll be full of my cum so deep inside you, donāt you slut?ā
āYes yes yesā You blabbed as Sunghoonās pace never let up as your pussy only continued to take him. āGonna milk me for all my worthā Sunghoon groaned, feeling his own high rising
When you felt his cock twitch inside of you, you knew he was close. You clamped harder down on him wanting to stay true to his words. You were going to milk him for all his worth.
āFuck! Tightening around me like thatā Sunghoon panted as his head landed against your ear, Sunghoonās thrust meeting your skin harshly that you swore there were would be bruising left
āWant all of itā Your voice was like a siren to him and Sunghoon knew exactly what you were referring to and he smirked proudly
āYou want my cum that badly?ā Your weak nods were sent straight to his ragging cock but suddenly he pulled out of you, making you feel empty
You whined loudly at the sudden emptiness, āHoonieā The foreign nickname dragged out of your mouth and Sunghoon froze hearing it
He never knew such a nickname could make his heart flip and slowly have a power to conquer over him. He was going to need you to call him that forever.
He quickly lined himself back to your gaping hole before ramming his cock back into you with one thrust causing all air to be knocked out of you.
His pace was even more brutal as he used you like his own personal fleshlight. āH-Hoonieā You called out again and his mind was stuck on filling you up. He kept muttering soft āfucksā and ājust like thatā as he kept using your hole
But when he slowed down his pace suddenly after being so harsh and sloppy, you were going to complain before feeling such sharp thrust into you, jolting your body forwards until you felt hot spurts of his cum shoot deep inside you as Sunghoon rode out his high.
Sunghoon was telling the truth about filling you up as he gave a few more strokes inside of you to make sure his cum remained deep inside of you before painfully pulling out. He huffed, feeling the pressure of you finally releasing him and you whimpered feeling empty without him.
Sunghoon rubbed your sides as he admired your face shining in an afterglow he left you in. He smiled tiredly, planting kisses on your face. āYou did so well baby, my good girlā His praises made you clench around nothing which forced his and your mix of cum to spill out of you
Sunghoonās eyes traveled down and he was blessed that he did because he witnessed the most dazzling scene he had ever watched.
āYouāre so fucking beautiful babyā He murmured as he pulled away from your sore body, creasing your inner thigh as he admired his work
You shivered feeling the sudden cold without his warmth on your body, your eyelids becoming heavy but your mouth fell open when his finger scooped around your messy cunt before sliding the mess back in.
āDonāt want to let it go to wasteā Sunghoon hummed pushing his cum back deep into you, right where it was meant to be in
Now in the present time. You made your way to Sunghoonās office, having a bounce to your steps. As you walked through the campus, many people from students to the dean of the university happily greeted you as you passed by.
You were happy to wave back to them before finally reaching the destination you wanted to be at in the first place. You softly knocked on Sunghoonās office door and it was almost as if he knew it was you(he did).
When he gave you the all clear to enter, you opened the door to peak your head inside before bringing in the rest of your body and Sunghoon swirled in his chair to face you as you walked in. Sunghoon had his rimless clear glasses hanging from his nose, a paper in hand with his white button sleeves folded up to his forearms, the watch you gifted him as a late birthday present gleamed on his wrist under the warm dim lighting and a few of the buttons undone from his shirt.
It was near the end of the day and the university was clearing up as faculty members and students finally left after finishing another tired filled day.
But unlike you, it was no surprise that people would see you staying behind to āstudyā when in reality 5 times out of the week, youāre finding your way to Sunghoonās office for the ābriefingsā the two of you had established after that blissful night on Christmas day.
āGood evening Mr. Parkā You greeted him formally but as you closed the door making sure to lock it, you went over to your favorite professor desk, dropping your bag on the chair in front of his desk as you went over to give him a kiss which he happily accepted
āHi babyā He murmured in the kiss having missed your presence even though he saw you earlier that morning for the morning lecture
But that was never enough for him, he could only discreetly glance across the lecture hall as you attentively paid attention to his lesson.
He softly placed a hand on the back of your head to keep you against his lips for a moment longer before finally pulling away.
When he pulled away, he saw the dopey grin you had and his heart swelled. You went to grab your discarded bag on the chair before dragging the lonely chair in the corner of Sunghoonās office that he reserved just for you and grabbed your laptop and all the papers you needed.
Sunghoon adjusted his own papers to accommodate your stuff now clamoring his desk just like how he always did for you.āØAs you made yourself comfortable, you and Sunghoon stayed in comfortable silence as the two of you worked on your respective tasks.
This was how it usually starts whenever you came to visit your favorite professor for ādebriefingsā.
However, if it were to go further than this, it always depended on if either of you were in the mood (which was almost always) and who would initiate it first.
Sunghoon narrowed his eyes reading over a paper that made absolutely no sense, his hand slipped onto your thigh, giving a light squeeze when he saw yet another error on the paper.
You didnāt even flinch in the slightest from the squeeze, already used to it as you continued to type away on your laptop trying to submit something that was not even due until 2 weeks from now, but you always loved being ahead of the game.
You slightly tilted your head confused when you received an email but when you opened it, you silently squealed happily which caught Sunghoonās attention.
He peeled his gaze away from the paper onto you who was smiling widely at your laptop screen. You could feel his questioning gaze and you faced him showing off your beautiful smile as you turned the laptop around for him to read the email you received.
He read the email with a stoic face but a small smile soon rose to his face when he finished. In the email it stated that you were the top student to receive the highest marks in the past semester finals.
āCongratulations babyā Your heart swelled to Sunghoonās praise as you cheekily smiled, feeling proud of the achievement you accomplished yet again
āLast semester was a little harder so Iām surprised I placed first againā You admitted but you melted when Sunghoon soon creased your face feeling just how ultimately proud he was
āYou achieved it because you deserved it, donāt ever doubt yourselfā You rubbed your cheek against his hand, the smile still on your face and Sunghoon quickly put the paper in hand down and carefully pulled you onto his lap
You squeaked when you landed on his lap as he continued to crease your face as he stared at you with pure admiration. āSo proud of my babyā He murmured as he planted softly kisses against your arm
You giggled the moment his mouth came to contact with your skin and you could feel his smile to your giggles, his arms snaking around your body, holding you firm on his lap.
āYou deserve a reward donāt you? For such an achievementā He spoke as he looked to you and you shyly nodded your head because no matter how many times you were in this position you will still feel butterflies in your stomach
āI have to meet some deadlines this afternoon so give me a few minutes okay?ā Your smile soon turned to a slight frown but you nodded your head in understanding
Sunghoonās heart shattered seeing the frown on your face and he immediately offered something to help ease you until he could properly give you the treatment you deserve.
āCome sit on me mhm? Just to bay your aching selfā You immediately perked at Sunghoonās alternative and you were quick to start unbuckling his belt
He chuckled lowly seeing just how eager you were as you pulled your own pants down. āItās almost as if you only work hard to get things from meā He joked, he knows it wasnāt true, you were naturally a hard worker but he liked to teased
When you pulled out his cock from his pants, you nearly salivated forgetting just how much you loved it. You saw how it softly twitched in your hand as it was slowly hardening. You smiled softly before pulling your panties to the side, you didnāt expect to need any prep because of the amount of arousal leaking out of you just by his praises alone.
You teased his growing angry tip with your hole and you slightly hisses thinking you wouldāve been able to take it without prep but you overestimated yourself.
Sunghoon saw how your face contorted from the sudden stretch you thought you could handle and at first he was going to help you but as he saw you struggled to take him, he decided to let you take the lead.
His hands found their way to your hips to help steady yourself as you finally began to sink on him. Your soft gasp and whimpers and the way you clenched around him fueled Sunghoon to the moon. He tried to control himself from throwing everything off his desk to absolutely pound into you.
But he remembered he only offered you to sit on him until he finishes his work to meet his deadlines, but he was foolish to not think of his own being in this matter. He was snapped out of his thoughts when you bottomed out, you and him slightly hissing, you at the stretch and Sunghoon from the clench.
He rubbed circles on your hips. āYou okay baby?ā His words made you weakly nod, resting your forehand with his
He closed his eyes to be in the moment of having you in his arms, you wrapped so intimately around him. He soon found your lips with his as he gave you a loving kiss which you reciprocated with ease. You hummed happily in his kiss as your hands held the side of his face.
āI have to finish my deadline babyā Sunghoon told in between the kiss but you didnāt want to let him go just yet
āFive more minutes pleaseā You pleaded as you pulled away and he couldnāt say no to you, he grabbed the back of your nape before brining your lips back onto his
You smiled happily in the kiss as you continued to sit on his lap, feeling his cock twitch every now, desperately wanting to move but not able to just yet.
When he pulled away from the kiss, your lips chased after his for a few more seconds and he smiled warmly at your actions.
āThe quicker I finish this, the quicker Iām yoursā He soothed your hips and ass that stayed pressed against him
You sighed heavily before turning around, you and him gasping at the small friction created, craving more but both of knocking yourself out of that haze.
You faced your back towards him as you poorly dragged your laptop to continue working.
Sunghoon weakly smiled before grabbing the discarded paper he was grading, before adjusting his glasses up his nose bridge as he continued reading over it.
A casual debriefing with your favorite professor.
āToday you will be working in pairs for the assignment. Choose your partner carefullyā Sunghoon announced dismissing the students that were quick to mingle with one another to see who would be willingly to be their partners
You remained sitting at your seat before placing your headphones on and beginning to tap away at your keyboard having the intent to finish the assignment quickly wanting to take a nap before going on the rest of your day.
You worked alone on every group or paired assignment Sunghoon assigned as he deemed it unfair how people would only pair up with you to have the intentions of taking advantage of your intelligence to get themselves a high mark.
So Sunghoon didnāt allow others to pair up with you which bothered you at first but you soon enjoyed it as you were able to go at the pace you wanted and complete the assignment the way you wanted to.
As you happily typed away searching through the textbook with your music playing. You were too engrossed in the assignment that you were brought back to reality when you felt a faint tap on your shoulder.
You looked away from your laptop to see a guy youāve never seen before. His mouth was moving but you couldnāt hear him, you pulled on the side of your headphone away from your ear to listen.
āOh I was speaking to you when you had headphones in, Iām sorryā He rambled out the apology as he nervously fiddled with his fingers, you could hear the hint of some type of accent in his voice as you waved him off to not worry about it
āIām sorry to bother you, I just saw that you were working alone and I was wondering if you would like to partner up with meā The guys shyly asked as he rubbed his nape awkwardly waiting for your response
āIām Jake by the way, I didnāt introduce myself earlierā The said Jake guy smiled and you gave a heartfelt smile in return āAnd you are?ā
Your eyes widen at his question, Jake didnāt know who you were. But instead of being offended as others thought you would be if people didnāt know you were, it felt like a breath of fresh air.
You were so used to people having exceptions for you and you didnāt mind them knowing that itās how you presented yourself but it was nice to know someone who was oblivious to who you were.
You introduced yourself to Jake and he continued to give you a kind smile before asking if he could take the seat next to you. You decided to indulge in this waif of fresh air in the form of Jake just a little, you had a good feeling that he wouldnāt be using you just to get a high mark.
However, you didnāt realize the piercing gaze that shot towards you from the professorās podium. Sunghoon gripped the side of the podium tightly that he mightāve left indents but he didnāt care.
Seeing you suddenly became all chatty with someone set something ugly in him. The way you were smiling at the guy who awfully took a seat close to you made something in him rot. Why were you smiling like that?
Yet, Sunghoon found it even more sickening that his students took notice the new pair of you and Jake. They knew Sunghoonās rule that no one was allowed to pair up with you to provide fairness which was half true so why wasnāt he applying the rule onto Jake? He wondered that himself but he saw how you looked relaxed in his presence and he decided to let you have your little fun.
What was supposed to be a paired project that took up the whole class, was completed by you and Jake not even 30 minutes later after assigning it and that bothered Sunghoon greatly.
You were laughing at something Jake said as you were walking up to Sunghoonās desk and when you reached it, you immediately knew something was off. Instead of raising his head to give you his undivided attention like always, he didnāt bother to look up.
He kept his gaze down at his desk that was scattered with papers and he only motioned for you lay the paper down at the corner of the desk instead of handing it to him to grade immediately.
Your stomach churned as you noticed Sunghoon was treating you differently today. He didnāt utter a single remark to you on how you finished early and only remained silent.
You stayed frozen for a moment in shock to his new behavior towards you but he didnāt seem to care in the slightest and this made your heart hurt.
Jake faintly called your name to garner your zoned attention and when you finally began peeling yourself away from his desk, Sunghoon finally called out your name.
You turned almost immediately that you hoped no one noticed. You saw Sunghoon skimming through yours and Jakeās completed paper, his grimace growing by the second.
āPlease meet me in my office later to discuss your performance in my classā Sunghoon said before placing the paper back down, letting out a disappointed sigh as he adjusted his glasses
Your heart dropped. You could only aimlessly nod your head as your mind reeled with questions and worry.
āUh do you need to see me as well Mr. Park?ā Jake chimed in and Sunghoon didnāt even dare to look at Jake and shook his head
āNo, this only concerns her. She is the top student and it would pain the whole university to see her slip upā Sunghoonās words cut through you like a knife and you tried to hold back the tears that burned your eyes
You hated when you were talked down upon, especially when it came to your academics and Sunghoon knew that perfectly well.
You softly knocked on Sunghoonās office door at the usual time for the ādebriefingsā and he called you in with a tone that you had never heard before. You struggled to swallow down as you stepped into his office and having to be on the receiving end of Sunghoonās harsh gaze.
It was as if your brain went into autopilot as you fell into you usual routine whenever you were in his office. You closed the door behind you, making sure itās locked, dropping your bag on the chair in front of his desk and going over to his side to give him a kiss.
But right when you were going to kiss him, Sunghoon jerked away from you adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. You blinked unexpected by his actions as the unease started to settle in your stomach more as you stared at him as he motioned for to sit but not in your usual seat reserved for you.
Forced to sit in the seat that he made everyone else sit on. You could feel your heart crawling to your throat as your heavy steps took you to the chair in front of him, grabbing your bag before placing it on your lap.
āDo you know I asked for you here?ā Sunghoon raised an eyebrow as he rested his elbow on his desk
Your eyes shifted from him and onto your lap as you fiddled with your fingers and you could hear his heavy sigh at your lack of response. āWell you shouldāve checked your work before submitting it to meā He told
Your eyes widen as it finally registered in your mind. You made to triple check the work before submitting it to Sunghoon and you knew it was correct. But hearing it from his harsh tones made your eyes watered with tears as you believed his words that you were in fact slipping up.
Sunghoon noticed your demeanor dropping at his words and he wanted to ease your growing frantic self, always despising seeing you like this as he knew you took your academics very seriously, but a greater rage burned him that made him overlook you.
āYou know we take academic here very serious, especially yours. Do you know how much it pained me to give you a failing grade on the assignment?ā Your jaw dropped as you let out a shivered breath
Youāve never failed an assignment before so hearing that that you received your very first failing grade especially it being from Sunghoonās class made your world crash down.
You stared at him with fear spreading across your face and you almost broke down right then and there.
āI-I failed it?ā Your voice was shaky as you tried to keep your composure as you stared to Sunghoon with teary eyes
Of course you didnāt actually fail the assignment, you excelled in it like you always did. However, Sunghoon was so bothered that most of the answers werenāt in your handwriting but rather by someone elseās, your partner, Jake.
It aggravated him skimming over the paper seeing the doodles he usually loves smeared with someone elseās doodles along side yours.
There were signs of multiple tic tac toe rounds on the paper with little notes saying āI winā or āYou loseā in your handwriting that was responded to by Jakeās writing of āIāll win next roundā or āIāll destroy youā.
Iāll destroy you.
Sunghoon wanted to burn the paper to atoms acting like it never existed in the first place but he couldnāt do that. He had to put the grade in for his favorite student.
āIt breaks my heart to put the grade inā Sunghoon sighed but you quickly weeped in pure desperation
āSunghoon itāll drop my grade down, itāll cause my overall GPA to drop! Please donāt put it in. Iāll do anything! Just please donāt put it in the grade bookā Your sniffled pleas set something off in Sunghoon as he saw the tears spilling from your eyes, in his eyes you were the prettiest crier
āAnything?ā Sunghoon raised an eyebrow and you quickly got up from the seat and dropped yourself down to your knees in front of him as you stared up to him with teary eyes
It wasnāt your first time being in this position, but it was the first time that you were doing this in order to avoid a failing grade. But you simply couldnāt afford it.
Sunghoon got up from his chair before crouching to meet at your level. āAw my good girl knows just what to doā He hummed warmly as you lips quivered from held back sobs
He wiped your tears away with his thumb with a sinister look in his eye before taking place back in his chair as he manspread in front of you, waiting for you to crawl to him.
You felt humiliated having to do this but your grade was at stake and you couldnāt allow a slip up, you needed to make sure everyone was aware that you still and forever will be the top student.
As you kneeled before Sunghoon, he tried to suppress the smirk daring to grow on his face. You looked absolutely perfect before him and just like Jakeās words. āIāll destroy you babyā He softly murmured creasing the side of your face, a sign of endearment instead of the cold stoic felling he was showing you beforehand
As you fondled with his belt and slacks in order to bring them to his mid thigh just enough for you to pull out his heavy cock that leaked with precum at the tip.
You knew what you needed to do as you began softly stroking his cock with your hands. Sunghoon groaned lowly as he watched your hands wrap around his cock before moving up and down dragging out the movements. āBetter start working faster than that babyā
You replaced your hands with your mouth as dragged your tongue from the base all the way to his tipās slit. Sunghoon threw his head back letting a rubble erupt from his chest as you began to leave feather kisses at his tip before opening your mouth to suck him.
As your mouth began to close around him, he closed his eyes forgetting just how wonderful your mouth was to him. āDamnit babyā His breathless pants continued as you bobbed your head up and down trying to find the pace that always set him on the edge
You tried to swallow him whole as you managed to bottom him out, feeling him in the back of your throat. You gagged trying to hold your place there as much as you could before ripping yourself away for air.
You panted heavily with a string of saliva connecting your lips to Sunghoonās cock and he smirked widely at this. You gulped still trying to catch your breath before connecting your lips back onto his tip as your tongue swirled around, trying to clean him from all the precum.
You looked up to him to see him staring at you as if you were the only person left in the world. You maintained eye contact with him as you sucked, the wet noises filling his office.
Sunghoonās mind reeled in the feeling of your mouth as he let out breathless grunts and groans as he felt your hands fondling with his aching balls as you continued to suck him for all his worth. As he was getting lost in the sensation his hands instinctively came to the top of your head as he began to buck his hips into your mouth. āYouād let me fuck your pretty mouth wonāt you?ā
You gagged as his cock slipped deeper into your throat, spit forming at the side of your mouth as you weakly nodded your head and that was all Sunghoon needed to use your throat.
He adjusted himself, feeling how you became pliant in his hands as he bobbed your head and down his length to meet his harsh thrust. You placed your hands on his knees, gagging loudly as tears burned your eyes more as Sunghoon continued to use your mouth for his own pleasure.
āJust like that baby, fuck. Youāre so perfect for meā He groaned out, you werenāt able to respond as he continued to use your mouth and you could tell he was already close as his thrust became more frantic chasing his release
After a few more harsh thrust, his seed spilled in your throat and he groaned loudly as he pulled you away to have his cum shoot onto your face and shirt.
When Sunghoon finally came down from his high, he was breathing heavily trying to come back from the high of the mind goggling head you always give him but he saw the sight in front of him.
Your face and shirt stained with his release as you looked to him with doe eyes and he grabbed your jaw forcing you to open to see if you swallowed the little remnants you got before he pulled away.
He stroked your face lovingly as he saw that there was nothing left behind. He scooped the spurts of cum on your face with his finger and bringing it to your mouth. You knew what he wanted and you gave it him as you sucked his finger clean.
Sunghoon brought you up from your knees to bring you into a rough kiss. The kiss was reverent as his hold on you was tight. āGonna make sure you donāt remember your name, let alone that fuckass partner of yoursā Sunghoon gruff out before flipping you over his desk where studentās paper were soon scattered everywhere
Hearing his words made you realized that his behavior stemmed from unnecessary jealousy caused by Jake. You were surprised seeing just how jealous he got and it sent a wave straight down to your aching heat.
Yet, you shirked when the cold air suddenly hit your bare bottom āYou soaked right through your pantiesā Sunghoonās finger grazed your drenching cunt āYouāre so wetā¦ Just for me right baby?ā You lambently nodded your head, losing yourself in the small friction
āAll for youā You breathed out and before you realized, Sunghoon was already sinking into you. You gasped loudly at the unexpected intrusion, feeling the familiar stretch of his cock breaking you
āH-hoon!ā You whimpered as you tried to get accustomed to the burn but Sunghoon didnāt listen to your pleas as he already began to move in your tight hole
āSucking me in so goodā Sunghoon chuckled as you gripped the ends of his desk feeling your body jolting from his shallow thrust āHoonieā You strained out a moan but he was quick to send a spank to your ass
āThatās not my name- damnit no matter how many times I split you open youāre still so tightā He let out as he fully sunk in, groaning at how tight you were clenching around him
And without anytime for you catch your breath from the familiar stretch, he was already slipping in and out of you as he was soon finding a fast rhythmic pace that had you seeing stars.
The office filled with your moans and sound of skin slapping, āS-sir please fasterā You whined knowing that you shouldnāt have asked for something you couldnāt handle but you were already too beyond any rational thinking
āYou wanna get fucked like the slut you are? Is that why you were practically flirting with him? Just to get my attention so that I can bend you over my desk and breed your pussy?ā His fingers dug into your hips as he started to pound into you with no remorse, his tip bruising your cervix and you could feel the wind knocked out of you as you became a moaning mess
āAnswer me slutā He gave another smack to your ass and you groaned at the stinging sensation, trying to form any sort of coherent words
āY-yes- Breed meā Your few words only soared Sunghoonās pride as he wrapped his bicep around your head to press your body against his as you threw your head back, your whines filling his ears
āCream on my cock baby, just like how you were molded toā The noise in his office were beyond obscene, the wet noises mixing in with the skin on skin and his degrading words made you dizzy
Sunghoon could tell you were close as you were clenching around him tighter and tighter until you came all over his ramming cock. You moaned loudly as he helped you ride out your high but instead of slowing down, he only continued faster.
You tried to claw at his forearms in hopes for him to slow down as you felt your knees giving out on you and if not for him holding you up by his biceps, you wouldāve fallen to the ground. You were beyond overstimulated but Sunghoon didnāt care as he continued to chase his own high.
āFucking slut wanted to get fucked so badlyā¦ Had to do anything- S-shit! Just to get my attentionā Your mouth stayed opened as all noises fell from it as your mind became hazy from the overstimulation, his relentless thrust and the headlock he had you in
You were too far gone but deep down, you wouldnāt be mad if he decided to fuck you like this every time. āS-sirā You chanted out nonstop
āWhat was your partnerās name? Tell meā Your body kept moving with his thrust and you could feel yourself losing it, āI asked for his name slutā And you know you shouldnāt have responded, you shouldāve acted oblivious but you wanted to add fuel to the blaring fire
āJa-Ja..k-ā You couldnāt even finish saying Jakeās name as Sunghoonās headlock tighten around you and somehow his pace only become even more animalistic than what it already was. You held back a scream as you could feel a second wave of your orgasm building up.
āSay his name again and see what the fuck happensā Sunghoon warned before letting you out of his headlock having you body fall forward onto his desk as his hand pressed against your back to keep you there as his freehand had itās fingers immediately find their way to your swollen clit begging for attention
You squealed as he rubbed your clit before adding tight pinches causing you to only thought of him, Sunghoon, Sir, Hoon, Hoonie, your favorite professor, Mr. Park.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your second orgasm crash over your stimulated body. āShit baby shit, justā¦ Ahh- a little more. Gonna breed this pussy the way it was meant toā
āYouāll remember who can only do this to youā Sunghoon started rambling, āIām the only one that breed your pussy this goodā His thrust became sloppy and you could feel his cock twitching inside you.
And when he gave the final harsh thrust, jolting your body forward causing some papers to fall off his desk, you whimpered feeling his hot release spurt into you, painting your velvet wall all white of him.
Sunghoon gave a few more painful thrust to make sure he fucked his cum deep into you before pulling out. You whined feeling suddenly empty without him inside you.
Sunghoon saw how your mixed released dripped down your thigh and he admired the scene. How ruined you were because of him. His finger scooped up the falling cum only to shove it back into your gaping hole, you whimpered at the intrusion of his fingers but he gave pepper kisses on your back.
āShh itās okayā He hummed before carefully peeling your body off his desk that was now an even more of a mess
The afterglow you had could be seen from miles away and Sunghoon smiled warmly as he brought your sensitive body toward him to cradle you as he sat in his chair with you on his lap. āYou did so good baby, took everything I gave youā
You relished in the praise but it soon creeped back into your mind of why this had happened in the first place. āF-fail?ā Was all you could murmur and Sunghoon cooed at you before softly slipping his fingers over your body towards your overstimulated clit
Your body jolted from his fingers as you whined shaking your head, trying to peel his fingers away from your swollen bud not able take anymore but Sunghoon shook his head.
āYou can give me another one baby, I know you canā You whimpered as your attempt were futile as his fingers began rubbing over the bud in a painfully slow circular motion āLet me take care of you. Then we can see if you still failed or notā
When you finally made it back home that night after being dropped off by Sunghoon who made sure to give you an extra longer of a kiss at your front door, you landed straight onto your bed, absolutely exhausted from the rounds Sunghoon had put you through.
You always forget how high his stamina is and you know unlocked another level of his stamina by ten folds that only shined when his jealousy was through the roof.
You weakly pulled out your phone to see a message wishing you a goodnight and hope that you sleep well by Sunghoon and you chuckled softly to yourself, making sure to reply to him before going to check your grade for the paired assignment that you were afraid of seeing a failing grade instead of a passing one.
But with the little energy left in your body, you sat up on your bed, immediately smiling seeing the 104 percent left by Mr. Park for the paired assignment with a single comment left by him, āGood jobā.
Even though it was simple comment, you knew it was only directed to you and not Jake (Sunghoon heavily expressed rather negative opinions about him in the car ride to yours even though Jake did no wrong).
Your heart filled to the brim seeing not only had you received full marks on the assignment, but you also received an extra 4 points just for being such a good student, his favorite student.
Time flew by as it was soon reaching the end of the second half of the semester before going on summer break. And as time was passing, it caused an unsettling unease to rest in your heart. The ārelationshipā you had established with Sunghoon ever since winter break only continued to blur as you didnāt know what you two even were. You knew the two of you were intimate sexually but you always became confused when it came to romantic aspect of things.
But on Sunghoonās end he never really used words to begin with, he rather used actions to express what he was feeling for you (even if you were oblivious to them).
You didnāt realize that whenever you would complain to Sunghoon about running out of your favorite chapstick it somehow magically appeared placed at your seat with a sticky note that had written on ā:)ā or when you felt overwhelmed about some long project that none of your other partners were working on, expecting you to do all the work, which somehow ended up with you receiving full credit while the rest of your partners received nothing.
Sunghoon loved to shower you in his affection of gift giving, ranging from something easy like flowers everyday to the latest tiffany & co. necklace and bracelet set he thought suited you the best. Whatever you could possibly think of having and wanting, he would get it for you in a flash.
But with all of his actions, it was unclear to you where his feelings lied for you.
Even though he would randomly show up at your doorstep just because he missed you and wanted to see to you which always ended up having you and him cuddle in your bed until the next morning as you both rushed to the university after sleeping past the alarms in each otherās arms.
It didnāt mean he cared about you the same way you cared about him. He could easily just be doing all of that to make sure you stick around in which he did a good job because the sheer thought of some else entering the picture and have Sunghoon leave you in the dust always kept you up at night, fear eating you from the inside out.
But your worst nightmare came true as in walked someone else, another rising star student.
She transferred last year from another prestigious university and she was known to be the top student but when she transferred, she was placed in the 5th slot of the top 5 fives students, you still remaining in the 1st slot.
It was impossible of how she didnāt hear about you. She heard praises left and right for you for simply walking by and she was curious. Thatās when she realized you were the top 1 student in the entire university. That was when she was determined to achieve the top 1 spot for herself. She began in the year she transferred to bypass all of the top 3 students to secure her spot in the top 2, just below you.
When you finally heard of a rising student and how she bypassed the top 3 students in a short amount of time and was now top 2, you were impressed instead of bothered as the gap between you two was unshakeable.
But you didnāt realized how she was willing to do anything in order to take the number 1 spot from you. It was nothing personal towards you but you were the pride and joy of the university and she was simply wanted the title for herself.
So when she heard she would be sharing a class with you in the beginning of the first term, she was excited to see how both of you would perform in the hardest taught on campus by the strictest teacher Mr. Park.
Sheās heard from other students taking the class that it wasnāt easy and barely anyone was able to pass it with the minimum required grade and this piqued her interest seeing how the top 1 student would succumb to the pressure in order to ensure her replacement of your high title.
But she soon realized that she was the one rather falling behind as the marks on her papers kept decreasing slowly but surely. While, you were receiving 100 percents with ease and would even receive extra credit sometimes and she was aggravated by this it.
She completely lost it when she saw the 75 percent on her paper from the paired assignment. When she glanced over to you when you received your paper only to see how you had scored a whopping 104 percent, which she didnāt know was even possible.
People congratulated you (and Jake) for being the highest mark out of the entire student body taking the course. Your wide smile as you accepted the compliments infuriated her, she wanted to wipe that smile right off your face.
And so she decided to attack the root cause, as she found herself in front of the very professorās office that she couldnāt seem to pass with high remarks. She was hesitant on knocking, never really speaking to her professor during class especially outside of it for anything, choosing to silently struggle. She was worried Mr. Park hadnāt even paid attention to her because he had you taking his course (especially being in the same class as her).
She was living in your shadow and she was growing tired of it. She wanted to be adored by everyone just like how you were and set the curve. And hopefully talking to Mr. Park will help her achieve the little stepping stone she needed in order to determine her victory against you.
She softly knocked before overthinking anymore as she waited for a moment and thatās when she finally heard a faint ācome inā.
Now any living being would tell you Mr. Park was undeniably attractive that it was actually sickening that someone like him existed and was teaching as a professor. She was no exception, seeing him in white button up, his jacket covering over his body as his infamous clear glasses rested perfectly on his nose bridge set an unspeakable fire in her.
āHello Mr. Parkā Her voice was unknowingly becoming smaller as his harsh gaze met her nervous ones
How you were able to approach him with such ease while everyone else struggled blew her mind but she remembered no one else was receiving 100 plus marks in his class besides you so she quickly diminished that thought.
āGood evening, I donāt believe youāve set up an appointment or may have I missed it? Let me double check, please sit downā Sunghoon motioned to the seat in front of his desk which she accepted, she couldnāt dare tell him that she didnāt make an appointment to meet with him
She looked around his office to see it neatly done to a T expected from her professor. Her eyes caught sight of a random chair in the corner of his office. She furrowed her eyebrows but Sunghoonās quickly brought her attention back and away from the chair.
āI donāt seem to have you down for an appointment, if you wish to discuss anything with me. Please make an appointment beforehand with the link provided in your online syllabusā Sunghoon told before brining his attention back to his work in front of him
āW-wait M-Mr. Park. I really need to talk to you, itās importantā Sunghoon stopped and placed the papers down before sighing heavily, he normally doesnāt do this but he was in a good mood since you stopped by during his lunch break just because you wanted to see him so he let it slide this one time
āThis will only a one time thing. I do not excuse carelessness, if you wish to speak make an appointment on the provided scheduleā Sunghoon told before motioning her to speak and she was dumb founded, all rationality left her mind
Her mind reeled as she spoke the first thing that came to her head, āDo you work out Mr. Park?ā She tried to put on her best sultry voice hoping it would achieve what she wanted
Sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows and stared at her, āExcuse me?ā
āSeeing the 75 on the paired assignment made me so sad and I-I just wanted to let you know that Iām willing to do anything to change my gradeā She pleaded helplessly hoping that he would give into her pleas to have her grade change
He knew he was a hypocrite for his next choice of words but he didnāt need anyone else, especially when he had you. āPlease remove yourself my office and I will choose to ignore such requestsā Sunghoon sighed realizing what she was trying to insinuate, this wasnāt the first time someone had tried to come to him to give him whatever he āwantedā in exchange to get their grade up
She pouted harshly having been denied and Sunghoon almost showed his grimace at her pout, her pout wasnāt yours. But she wasnāt going to go down without a fight.
She made her way up from the chair and Sunghoon thought she was leaving but what he didnāt expect was her to suddenly turn around and walk over to his side of the desk and drop to her knees in front of him.
He jumped back in his chair as he adjusted himself as he stared at her in shock. āWhat are you doing?ā Sunghoon asked and she looked up to him with an attempt of doe eyes and instead of feeling aroused like she had hoped, he felt sick
He wasnāt going to do anything with anyone else. He already you and he was never going to let that go.
She put her hair into a makeshift ponytail with her hands as she blinked her eyes innocently to him as she silently was offering herself. But Sunghoon looked away from her and motioned for her to stand up āGet upā Sunghoonās authoritative tone made her weak in her knees and she thought that he was finally caving in to her
Yet, right when she was going to stand she heard a faint knock at his office door and Sunghoon immediately recognized that knock as yours. His heart rate jumped, he took a glance towards the clock to see that you were right on time for your ādebriefingsā and he knew this scene looked completely wrong and he couldnāt possibly have you get any wrong idea.
But Sunghoon whipped his head when she saw her shuffling under his desk and he shook his head violently as she brought a finger to her lips to shush him but he wasnāt having any of it. āI am not going to repeat myself, get upā He warned which caused her let out a loud huff which didnāt go unnoticed by you on the other side of the door,
When she was going to place the faintest kiss on his knee through his pants, he jerked his leg away before she could do so. She sadly pouted before getting up from her previous position. She had mischievous smirk on her face, believing she had won in some type of way.
She grabbed her bag from the chair as she went over to the door and right before opening it, she send a playful wink towards her professor. āThank you again Mr. Parkā She spoke as opening the door and there she saw you standing innocent and oblivious to what was happening his Sunghoonās office
Your eyes widen in shock seeing her leave Sunghoonās office, you never once saw her here before let alone even speak to him during class.
Her smirk grew wider seeing you before holding her head high, discreetly wiping her lips with her fingers before happily greeting you.
āOh? What you doing here?ā She innocent raised an eyebrow almost as if mocking you
āLetter recommendationā You curtly responded which was a lie, you were here for the ādebriefingsā you and Sunghoon always had but you donāt remember him telling you that he was going to be occupied beforehand
She smiled not saying anything else as she walked past you without a goodbye. You could feel and hear the silent screams she was giving you as she left you which all lead from the very startled professor that was now in front of you at the door.
You took in his appearance, he still looked like his formal self. Still neatly dressed from head to toe, his hair still intact but that didnāt ease the unsettling pain in your chest.
āHow can I help you?ā Sunghoon made room for you to enter his office, trying everything in his power to remain professional
You stopped your quivering lips as you shook your head, āNothing, I thought I needed something but I donāt need it anymoreā You emptily told before turning your heel and walking away from your professor
Sunghoon was stunned as this was the first time you never stayed for the debriefings and he could feel his heart squeeze as it settled in his mind everything was far from okay. His hands turned into fist in order to prevent himself from chasing after you, not caring who would see but he needed to remind himself that he was not your boyfriend. He was just your professor, someone that you were seeing that was hopelessly head over heels for you.
Now he expected for it to be a simple misunderstanding that he could clear up with a few messages and going over to yours. But every time he tried to even reach you, you dodged him like a plague and acted like he didnāt even exist. The daily talks and messages became shorter and shorter until you were leaving him on delivered for hours on end only to see his message and not even respond.
You stopped coming for ādebriefingsā all together and it was if nothing had ever happened between the two of you and he was slowly losing himself the more time he went without you. He knew you ways he shouldnāt but he did, neither you or him could ever forget that no matter how hard you tried.
What starting driving him to insanity were times where he saw you leaving his class without a glance towards him a the old lingering gaze shared was long forgotten as it was replaced with you staring at Jake as you laughed and smiled at something he told you.
And he knew it was highly unprofessional of him to even think this but Sunghoon felt the urge every time to throw a punch at Jake anytime he saw you two together.
Sunghoonās biggest fear was coming true, you leaving him when he was already in too deep. He knew he had to act quickly before it was too late and he lost the only thing that mattered in his life. He needed to bring you back to him.
It was the last day of the semester right before summer break and after finishing all finals (with the highest mark as always) and completing the finals assignments needed to ensure to leave the two terms with ease and remaining in your spot as the top student in the university.
You havenāt spoken much to Sunghoon during the past few leading up till this day. You knew it was rather childish on your part but something in your head told you that Sunghoon no longer needed you as he was seeming to be fulfilled by someone else that wasnāt you(even though he never forgot about you once, always making sure to send messages to you every morning and night just in case one day you decide to finally answer him).
As you and Jake were leaving Sunghoonās last lecture, he was starting to ask you something, āSo I was wondering if you would-ā but he was interrupted by the call of your name from Sunghoon who motioned for you to stay behind.
You were going to ignore him but your body had a mind of its own as you bid goodbye to Jake easily before discreetly taking a gulp as you hadnāt spoken properly to him and he was finally taking initiative in person.
āI-Iāll wait for you outside!ā Jake told and you gave a quick wave back before making your way over to Sunghoonās desk and when it was finally just the two of you, Sunghoonās dark chuckle rippled throughout the empty lecture hall
āMeet me in my office at the usual timeā But before you could muster any type of response to avoid him, he motioned for you to stop, āI said meet me in my office, that is finalā You shouldāve said no but you were weak for him as sighed in defeated before muttered under your breath
āWhy donāt you ask her to meet you in your officeā¦ā Sunghoon heard your muttered and his eyebrows furrowed and his lips twitched
āBecause I need you in my officeā Sunghoon told before lowering his voice to make sure you could only hear him, āNow be a good girl and listenā His voice sent shivers up your spine and you frowned before muttering a small āwhateverā before walking away
He smirked, pleased with your reaction as he was realizing you were jealousy, a possessive jealousy you had over him laid in his heart nicely.
You softly knocked on Sunghoonās office door as you always used do and your expected hearing his usual ācome inā. But you were surprised to see him see opening the door for you.
You stared at him in shock as he moved to make room for you to come in. You gulped and awkwardly stepped in as it finally sunk into your mind of how long it has been since you were last in Sunghoonās office, let alone in his presence in uh a close proximity.
But your mind filled with a distraught thought of what you thought to have happened between Sunghoon and the girl during the time that you and Sunghoon werenāt personally seeing each other outside of his lectures.
You wanted to light the whole office on fire to destroy any residue that the girl couldāve possible left behind. You hated that she was inside such a sacred place to you and what you thought was for Sunghoon too.
āWhy did you want to meet with me?ā You were in no mood to mess around and quickly wanted to get whatever he wanted done and over with
You saw how Sunghoon closed the door and easily locked the door and you knew you were in for it. āIāve missed you as simple as thatā He truthfully told before taking strides towards you, āHow come my baby has been ignoring me?ā Sunghoon brought down the cold demeanor he shows everyone besides you, only you were the only one to ever see this side, the down right bad side of Sunghoon for you
You closed your eyes and shifted your head not wanting his words to work on you. But when you felt Sunghoonās frame from behind goosebumps filled your body as his breath fanned over the shell of your ear with his hands finding their way to your waist. āWell? Why have you been ignoring me?ā
You shivered as his words cut through you and you bit your lip to prevent yourself from speaking but the way Sunghoonās hands carefully ran up the side of your body, his breath filling your ears, you could feel yourself melting.
āYou were with her, didnāt think you wanted me anymoreā When Sunghoon heard your response he stopped the running of his hands and let out a scoff, how could you have possibly think that?
āBaby youāre all I ever want. I was never with her in the first place nor would I ever even think about having someone else when I have youā Sunghoonās voice rippled in your head as you tried to finally understand what heās been telling you from the start
āBut she was in your officeā You mumbled, āShe wiped her lips in front of me like a mockery. She was setting her claim on youā You huffed out feeling the anger rise in you, remembering the moment that has been haunting you nonstop
āBut you already made your claim on meā
āI can only hold one and I choose to hold yoursā Sunghoon turned your body to fully face him and he saw how your eyes refused to meet his causing him to smile, he lifted your head up by your chin, āBaby Iām forever yoursā
You finally looked to meet his eyes and you could see nothing but sincerity in them and you could feel the warmth melt into you. āYou promise?ā You murmured and he nodded his head
āI promise my whole life on itā You finally allowed yourself to indulge in the very thing youāve been longing for ever since you deprived yourself of it, you grabbed his nape before bringing his lips to crash onto yours. All tension and unease melted away in the kiss and Sunghoon engulfed you in his arms as he held your body close to his
Your and his lips worked in synchronization like they were made for each other, Sunghoon tried to pour all of emotions into that kiss as it was soon growing sloppier by the minute. āWhat about Jake? Always saw him with you, I was losing my mind seeing the way you were smiling at himā He gasped in the kiss before moving to plant kisses onto your cheek and neck, you hummed feeling the sensation as you shook your head
āHeās just a friend, a mere distraction from youā You responded and you could feel the way Sunghoonās grip tightened around you before chuckling against your skin
āA friend now huh? What else happened when you werenāt talking to me?ā He asked, detaching himself from you to hold your hips in his hands, you could see the familiar glint in his eyes as he stared at you like a starved man
He brought his lips to whisper in your ear, āYou let him fuck your used up pussy?ā The degrading words made you clench around nothing and Sunghoon could feel the way you knees slightly buckled at his words
āI got you baby donāt worryā He assured you before attaching his mouth back onto your lips before sucking on your sweet spot causing you hands to tangle in his hair
āNeverā You let out a breathless moan as you could feel how he nibbled on your sweet spot before soothing it by running his tongue over it
āGood girlā He gently guided your body to have your back pressed against his desk as his breath fanning yours as he rested his forehead on yours, āI missed you so much, you donāt even understand how much I didā Sunghoon tenderly held you as he softly recaptured your lips with his
You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands rested on your hips, āMissed you too, so muchā You spoke in the kiss causing your teeth to clash together as the kiss became desperate
Sunghoon broke away from the kiss to let himself softly play with the top of your pants, āLet me take care of you baby, need to show you just how important you are to meā You nodded your head with need, letting Sunghoon bring your pants and panties down all in one shot before guiding you to sit on his desk, discarding everything on it
When he caught sight of your glistening of your lips, he almost let out a groan before allowing his fingers to spread your lips apart, āSo wet for meā
āH-hoonieā The nickname that was only reserved for you to use fell from your mouth as a moan
āGonna show you that youāre all I ever needā Sunghoon told before looking into your eyes and letting his finger slipped past your slick and into you, you gasped and threw your head down.
āAlways ready for whatever I give you. Youāre such a good girlā He kissed the side of your face ad he pumped his finger slowly in and out of you
You whimpered as his finger alone sent you to heights that you never reached by yourself. āYouāre being so good for me, youāre the best of the best. No one ever comes close to youā Sunghoonās praises sent your heart afloat
Sunghoon slipped another finger into you and you could feel the stretch growing as you gripped his forearm, gasping loudly as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you seeing how you coated them beautifully.
He laid your body down on his desk, as he admired how finger disappeared in your hole in need. You let your head fall back onto the desk but you immediately shot your head up when you felt the contact of Sunghoonās tongue on your clit.
Your hands unconsciously gripped on his hair as his fingers pumped out of you as his tongue flicked over your clit before giving kisses onto it. Your moans began to loudly fill the room
āHoonie, Hoonie, Hoonie!ā You chanted his name like a prayer as he continued to bring you only what he could make you feel, a wave of pleasure washed over you as you came, forcing Sunghoonās fingers out of you as they were covered with your release
You panted heavily trying to come back from your high and Sunghoon adored the scene in front of him. He removed his glasses to softly place them onto your panting self. When you opened your eyes in confusion, you saw how he looked at you in pure awe. You looked so beautiful in his glasses, that he made a mental note to buy you a matching pair with his.
However, you couldnāt even ask him because your body jolted when Sunghoonās mouth came to contact with your cunt as he moaned, tasting you your sweet venom that he could get lost in.
āThe sweetest thing to ever existā He blabbed against you as he sucked harshly and letting his tongue tease your gaping hole
Your hands found their way back into his hair as he sensually ate you out to savor you. The slurps were obscene on the ears but it felt like a paradise. Sunghoon placed your legs over his shoulders in order to burry his mouth deeper in you, as he kept lapping at your cunt.
His nose finally grazing your clit without his glasses interfering and the familiar build up in your stomach soon began to rise again.
He noticed how your hole clenched around his tongue and he smirked as he gripped onto your thighs to continue to eat you like a starved man. āCum on my tongue babyā His soft voice of encouragement made you whine as you kept letting out breathless chants of his name
His nose continued to rub over your clit and he could tell you were getting closer as your hold on his hair tightened painfully but he didnāt mind.
You felt your second orgasm shoot through you and Sunghoon hummed happily as he continued to place kisses and licks along your cunt as you rode out your high.
When he finally disconnected from you, a string of saliva connected from his lips to your cunt caused him to give a foolish smile at the sight. You panted heavily unable to open your eyes from the amount of pleasure you were in, as your head was against the desk but you could feel it being raised by Sunghoon.
You lazily opened your eyes to see how from his nose down, he was completely covered in you. Sunghoon rose to his feet and lifted your weak body from the desk up and brought his covered lips onto you.
You could taste yourself on him and you slightly grimaced but Sunghoonās hand prevented you from pulling away.
āYou taste how good and sweet you are? I could get lost in you foreverā Sunghoon spoke as you desperately kissed him back
The kiss lasted longer than what either of you had intended but it was able to showcase the hidden feelings that you were too afraid to admit.
You were the first to pull away as he chased after your lips causing you to chuckle softly before stopping him. He opened his eyes to look directly at you and you felt the harsh flutter in your chest.
āThe prettiest girl to ever grace the earthā He honestly told and your cheeks flushed wildly at his words he planted a soft kiss against them
He unbuckled his belt to bring his pants down mid-thigh, just enough to have his cock spring out after being held in the confinement of his pants for so long.
Sunghoon carefully spread your legs apart for him and your cunt still shined with your arousal and release as he noticed your hole clenched around nothing, begging to be filled.
He slotted himself between your legs as he smothered his tip leaking over your pussy and you gasped feeling him and your mind became dizzy from the taste of his tip alone, āIām going to take care of you, let me do all the work babyā
His cock lined up with your entrance as he teased the tip against your gaping hole to adjust you to his size and he noticed are you were desperately trying to sink him more into you, which caused him to pull back. āCome on baby, be the good girl you are and waitā
You bit back your lip to hold back your whimper but your mouth dropped feeling Sunghoon fill you in one deep thrust.
He groaned feeling your tightness even after he prepped you, āHow is it that youāre always so tight?ā
āB-Bigā You let out in a breath and no matter how many times you tell him that, his ego will always skyrocket from it
āI know baby but you always take everything I give you. You can handle itā Sunghoon soothed you by rubbing your thigh, letting you get adjusted to his size
As your heavy breathing subsided and you gave a weak nod as his sign that he could move, he made sure to start off slowly and drag him in and out of you.
His deep thrust was calculated to be slow and sensual as he wanted you to have it engraved in your mind that you were the only one for him.
With his deep thrust he was able to hit your sweet spot every time and you were falling apart on his cock. He noticed the daze he was putting you in as he captured your lips.
The kiss was able to speak louder than any words ever spoken between the two of you. Sunghoon thrusts in you kept repeating in the same pace and you were softly whining against his lips.
āYouāre absolutely perfectā He pulled away from you place his head against the crook of your neck, his pace slowly picking up but he made sure to hit your cervix every time
āH-Ho-Hoonā You let out a broken breath but Sunghoon whispered your ear that caused your heart to quicken in its beats
āSay my name. My actual nameā
āSunghoonā
The way you breathlessly called out his name, set fireworks off in his heart. The two of you knew this simple interaction was far too intimate for just professor and student who go on dates, kiss each other senseless, lay in each others arms talking about nonsense until late in the night, and simply two people who will always get lost in each other.
āI love youā From your hazy daze, you felt a bucket of cold water splash over you as your eyes popped open hearing Sunghoonās confession, it was the three words neither of you dared to say but seemed to mutually share
Sunghoonās thrust continued and the twitch inside of you made your clam down on him. āCum with me babyā His words were all you both needed as you both came together
His cum shooting deep inside you, as you coated his cock with your release. Your pleasures mixing together as it forced a white ring at the base of his cock. You whimpered as his slow thrust came to a stop as he stayed inside of you.
Both you and Sunghoon coming down from your high together as your sweat covered foreheads rested against each other as the two of you panted heavily before looking into each otherās eyes.
āMy beautiful girlā The pure endearment of his words filled your already swollen heart
Sunghoon noticed even though it was faint, the moment of unease in your ease caused him to look at you with confusion. Your gaze avoided his as your mind filled with only one thought. What was now going to happen between you and him now that summer break was starting.
Will you continue to see each other after the moment shared or will the two of your take your words for granted and lose each other in the process?
āWhat are you thinking about baby?ā He softly asked as you pulled away from your forehand to look at you as you still refused to look at him
āLook at meā He softly turned your head to face him properly as he noticed your glassy eyes, he felt his heart shatter at the scene before brining your body close to him.
He carefully creased his hand over your aching body as he remained still inside you and you shivered feeling the slightest movements inside of you. The two of you stayed in silence as he silently comforted you.
āLetās get you cleaned upā He softly murmured as he could feel your mixed released trialing down your thigh that laid with his, you only nodded your head not trusting your voice to not break if you spoke
Sunghoon smiled daringly before carefully easing himself out of you and right when he did, more of the released gushed out of you. He chuckled at the scene at your cunt before rubbing your thigh. āWe made a messā He joked causing you to finally let out a soft chuckle
As he grabbed tissues, he began to guide them over to clean you up, making sure to not miss a spot. And when his fingers rubbed over your cunt to clean you up, you shivered as he whispered soft apologies placing butterfly kisses on it to help ease the overstimulation.
When you were all cleaned up, he grabbed your discarded panties and pants and your body too far sore and exhausted caused him to carefully guide them back onto you.
He quickly placed himself back in his pants and buckled his belt, allowing you to fully catch your breath without him crowding you.
When he noticed the daze look finally fading from your eyes, he carefully sat you upright before going to sit on his side of the desk. You turned your head confused to him but you let out a yelp when he brought you off his desk onto his lap.
He looked to you on his lap, creasing your face with such delicacy.
He pulled away to rummage through the first drawer of his desk until he finally found what he looking for. You could see the slight hesitate as his hands remained in his drawer, his eyes focused on the ticking clock in his office before finally pulling out an envelope.
You looked at him confused as he handed the envelope to you, ushering for you to open it. When you carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the paper in it, your hand almost dropped it in pure shock.
You read over the paper nonstop as you couldnāt believe what you were reading.
āCome to Italy with meā Your gaze moved from the bought plane tickets to Sunghoon who only stared at you with hopeful eyes
āIām no longer your professorā Sunghoon motioned to the clock he was staring at before giving you the envelope that showed the time, 5pm, the university was officially closed for summer break.
āI meant it when I said I love youā
āAnd I finally want to properly be yours and make you mineā Sunghoon confessed the weight that laid on his heart as it finally lifted, he knew his feelings were risky, he was still a professor and you were still a student at the university just no longer each otherās as summer break started
Sunghoon knew he could likely get fired for this but if he had to choose between his job or you.
He would always choose you in a heartbeat. āLetās spend our summer vacation in Italy together babyā You chuckled out a bright smile before hastily wrapping your arms around him nodding your head eagerly
āYes, of course!ā You agreed to his planned trip and Sunghoon held you tightly in return, pleased to know that he can finally properly make you his without a single worry
āSunghoonā He hummed when he heard you faintly called out his name, āI love you tooā
: I actually canāt believe youāre in Italy right now when you told me, your friend btw in case you forgot, that we were going to spend summer break rotting away together
: But instead, youāre soft launching your boyfriend that I didnāt even know existed until now, with his arm all wrapped around you as you show off the new tiffany & co. bracelet he got you
: I hope you know I am not forgiving you until you tell me who your mystery boyfriend is so you better fess up soon
bf!heeseung x gf!reader
warnings: smut (mdni) unprotected sex, cream pie, dom!heeseung, gagging on fingers, slight breath play, pwp, just pure filth from the start, hee is loving but a menace, not proof read, anything else lmk!
wc: 2.1k
synopsis: heeseung's fingers might be your favourite gag
a/n: hi! it's me finally with a small wordcount drabble!! who would have guessed it? anyway this was heavily inspired by a conversation i had with my twin flame ruby @dollyyun , so yes babe i hope you love it!! just something filthy and fun. have a great weekend everyone
āOh God, Heeseung, donāt fucking stop,ā you gasp, voice trembling with a mix of desperation and ecstasy.Ā
Your words seem to spur him on, his hips driving forward with a rhythm thatās sharp and deliberate, each thrust more intense than the last. His 7-inch cock plunges deep inside you, the set pace teetering on the edge between pleasure and torment. Every time he pulls back, you feel the delicious drag of his shaft slipping against your walls, only for him to slam back in, battering you deep inside. You canāt decide if you want to savour this maddening tempo or beg for more - something harder, rougher, like a man whoās lost in his own lust.
The room is thick with the scent of sex, love, and a passion that feels almost primal. You hadnāt imagined the night turning out this way; there was a different kind of intimacy in mind with cuddles and romantic movies. But itās your own fault, really. You knew exactly what you were doing when you slipped into his favourite pyjamas - the ones dotted with cute little hearts, the matching crop top clinging to your skin, barely covering your tits. His reaction was inevitable; you had provoked the beast, and now he was giving you everything you silently asked for and more.
Your breath comes in ragged gasps, each thrust driving the air from your lungs. His name tumbles from your lips like a mantra, broken and pleading. "Heeseung...please..." You don't even know what you're begging for anymore - a faster pace, a deeper thrust, anything to push you over the edge that you're balancing on. His gaze is dark and focused, a predatory glint in his eyes as he watches your every reaction, drinking in the sight of you falling apart beneath him. His lips curl into a wicked smile, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest.
āLook at you,ā he murmurs, his voice a mix of amusement and lust. āSo desperate for me, arenāt you?ā
A shiver runs through you, his words sinking into your skin, your core tightening around him in response. Heeseung's hands slide down to grip your waist, fingers pressing into your flesh hard enough to leave marks, and with a grunt, he changes the angle. The new position has him hitting that spot deep inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyes, and your moan echoes through the room.
"Fuck, yes, right there!" you cry out, arching your back as your nails rake down his shoulders. Each thrust grows more relentless, his hips driving into you with a punishing, unyielding rhythm that leaves you gasping for breath, lost in the delicious agony of it all. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, blending with the symphony of your moans, gasps, and his ragged grunts.
Your hands trail down his arms, feeling the taut muscles flex beneath your touch as your fingers glide over the sheen of sweat on his skin. They move lower, seeking the hand thatās gripping your waist with such force that youāre sure his fingertips will leave bruises blooming across your skin by morning. You pry his right hand away and entwine your fingers with his, grounding yourself in that moment of intimacy amidst the ferocity.
The wicked grin on his lips softens into something more tender, his gaze never leaving yours. He brings your joined hands up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, his eyes speaking the love that words donāt need to convey. For a moment, thereās a gentleness, a shared breath of vulnerability.
But when you guide his hand to your lips, his expression shifts back to that familiar, dark smirk, eyes narrowing with understanding. He knows what youāre asking for without you needing to say a word. His lips curl up, that sadistic amusement returning as he watches you with a mix of pride and desire.
āYou want to suck on my fingers, baby?ā he asks, his voice low and teasing, but thereās an edge to it that sends a shiver down your spine. You nod, lips parting slightly in anticipation, but Heeseung doesnāt give in so easily.
Instead, he brings your joined hands back to his mouth, and with deliberate slowness, he slips his own fingers past his lips. His eyes stay locked on yours as he sucks them into his mouth, his tongue swirling around each digit, wetting them thoroughly. The sight makes your breath hitch, a new wave of heat pooling low in your belly. Youāre so jealous of his tongue that you might grow green with envy, wishing it was you instead.
With a soft pop, he pulls his fingers free, and that smug, dark grin stretches wider across his face. āOpen up,ā he commands softly, his tone brooking no argument. You donāt even think to disobey. Your lips part further, and he wastes no time, pressing his slick fingers against them and pushing them past your teeth.
The taste of him coats your tongue, and you moan softly around his fingers. He watches intently, his gaze dark with lust as he slides his fingers deeper, teasing the back of your throat. He forces your mouth open, her stare never leaving yours
āYou like that, donāt you?ā he whispers, voice rough with desire. āBeing so good for me. So fucking perfect.ā He presses down more firmly, the tips of his fingers brushing against your tongue, and he grins when he feels you gag slightly. His hips never falter and your legs that are wrapped around his waist anchor you both together while he focuses on your pleasure.
Your eyes flutter shut, and you moan around him, sucking on his fingers as he guides you, your tongue swirling around them just like heād done moments ago. āNu-uh, baby. Eyes open or else Iāll stop,ā he warns, causing you to string your eyes open in a desperate plea. āYou wouldnāt want that, would you?ā His tone is teasing and degrading but fuck does it turn you on even more.Ā
The way he watches you makes you feel exposed, cherished, and utterly controlled all at once. Three of his digits press on your tongue as he uses his strength to widen your mouth, pushing his fingers deeper until your eyes water, and he can feel your breath coming in sharp gasps, rendering you unable even to answer his question.Ā
The thing about your boyfriend is that he likes you vocal and demands that his questions are answered. Even simple ones like āDo you feel that?ā have to be replied with a yes, otherwise he takes the pleasure away from you. But how can you answer when his fingers are imprisoning you to silence?
Heeseung laughs mockingly as he plummets into you at a slightly slower pace. āAw, baby, whatās wrong? Cat got your tongue?ā With each question, he bucks his hip forcefully, the tip of his cock meeting your cervix and desperately willing your eyes to close. The intense pressure has your eyes threatening to close, a tear slipping free, but you donāt look away. You meet his gaze, eyes glassy and lips stretched around his fingers, desperately trying to answer him with a look, a plea for mercy.
He knows exactly what heās doing. āLook at you,ā he murmurs with a breathy chuckle. āSo desperate to speak. Go on, then, try.ā
You attempt to form a word, but his fingers are still lodged deep in your mouth, muffling any sound. All that comes out is a garbled moan, saliva dripping down your chin as you try to articulate anything that might satisfy him. Your tongue moves helplessly against his digits, eyes begging him for some semblance of relief.
Heeseungās grin widens, and with a sudden withdrawal, he pulls his fingers from your mouth, a slick trail of spit connecting them to your lips. You gasp for air, trying to find your voice, but before you can utter a single word, he crashes his lips against yours, swallowing whatever sound was about to escape. The kiss is hungry, consuming - tongues meeting in a frenzied dance. His hand, still wet from your mouth, grips your jaw, keeping you firmly in place as he devours you.
Heeseungās hips drive into you with a brutal, unrelenting pace, his thrusts hitting so deep and fast that you feel like youāre coming apart beneath him. His lips move against yours in a heated frenzy, devouring your every whimper, every plea. Your tongue tangles with his, wet and hot, the taste of him mixing with the desperate sounds spilling from both of you. He pulls back just enough to let you gasp for air, but his lips are back on yours a second later, almost as if he canāt stand to be apart for even a moment.
The hand cupping the back of your head tightens its grip, fingers tangling in your hair as he forces your head to tilt back further, deepening the kiss to an almost punishing degree. The intensity of it sends sparks shooting through your veins, your body trembling with need. His hips snap forward faster, the wet sounds of your bodies colliding filling the room, his cock driving into you with a perfect, punishing rhythm that makes your toes curl and your vision blur.
āHeeā¦I need to cumā¦please,ā you beg into his mouth, your words coming out in broken, breathless fragments between the feverish kisses. Your tongue explores his mouth, whimpering between each word, and he moans against you, clearly loving the way youāre falling apart beneath him. His hips donāt slow; if anything, he picks up speed, fucking into you with a new fervour, as if your begging has ignited something even more primal in him.
āCum for me, baby,ā he growls against your lips, his voice rough and dripping with dominance. āI want to feel you lose it around me. Come on - give it to me.ā
His words are like gasoline on a fire, and your entire body seizes up, muscles tensing as you feel the coil inside you winding tighter and tighter. His thrusts are relentless, his cock driving into that perfect spot over and over again, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure is so intense itās almost painful, your mind going blank with nothing but the feeling of him inside you, around you, consuming you.
The combination of his filthy words, his relentless pace, and the raw need in his voice shoves you over the edge. Your climax crashes into you like a tidal wave, overwhelming and all-consuming. Your walls clamp down around him, squeezing his cock as your entire body convulses with the force of your orgasm. A choked scream rips from your throat, your back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through you.
āFuck, yes, thatās it,ā Heeseung groans through a tremble and gritted teeth, his rhythm faltering as he feels you tighten around him. He doesnāt stop, thrusting through your orgasm, drawing it out until youāre quivering and whimpering beneath him, barely able to catch your breath.
His hips stutter, and you feel him swell inside you, his cock pulsing as he chases his own release. His hand on your head pulls you back into another bruising kiss, his tongue claiming yours in a messy, desperate dance. His breaths are ragged against your lips, his body tense and trembling. With a deep, guttural groan, he thrusts into you one last time, burying himself as deep as he can go. You feel the hot rush of his release spill into you, his body jerking with each spurt as he fills you completely.
Breaking the kiss, Heeseug presses his forehead against yours as he pants heavily, his breath warm against your face. For a moment, thereās nothing but the sound of your laboured breathing and the feel of your heartbeats pounding against each otherās chests. His hand loosens its grip in your hair, fingers stroking through the damp strands gently now, his touch a stark contrast to the roughness from moments before.
āGod, I love you,ā he murmurs against your lips, his voice soft and raw, full of emotion. He leans in and kisses you again, slower this time, his lips lingering against yours in a sweet, lingering caress that has you melting all over again.
āLove you too, Heeseung,ā you whisper back, your voice shaky but full of sincerity. Youāre still coming down from the high, your body exhausted, jaw sore, but thoroughly satisfied, and you know he feels the same, his lips curling into a lazy, contented smile against yours.
And as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a protective, possessive hold, you know this isnāt the end but just the beginning of another night lost in each other.
instructor!sunghoon x ballerina!reader
warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, mirror sex, pet names (sweatheart, good girl), bad ballet references bc idk what i'm talking about, slight mention of self doubt, not proof read, anything else lmk!
wc: 7.4k
REQ: ballet intructor!sunghoon helping ballerina!reader stretch and you know where the rest leads to š¼
a/n: hi! i took this request and shuffled it around to make it this! hope this is okay anonnie and i am also so sorry for the late posting of it! i've been working on so much lately and with my little break i didn't do much writing. as always, comments, reblogs, and likes are all welcome!
Applause echoes through the spacious studio as one of your fellow dancers finishes receiving her critique from Mrs. Yang. Her routine was strong, though it seems she needs to work on her turnout - something you hadn't noticed. Perhaps itās because your nerves are clouding your perception; after all, it will be your turn once she's finished.
The Annual Exhibition is less than two months away, and this will be your first time presenting your completed routine for approval in front of an audience - especially Mrs. Yang, who is more than just an instructor to you; sheās your role model, the person youāve looked up to throughout your entire ballet journey.
āY/N, youāre up,ā Mrs. Yangās voice echoes through the studio like a haunting ghost.Ā
Following her words, you get up and shake off any nerves you have, all too aware of the impact performing badly will have; she could cut you from the exhibition or tell you to scrap the routine entirely, and both of those are not an option for you.
Now, as you step forward to take your place at the centre of the studio, the weight of the moment presses down on you. Every muscle is tense with anticipation, and your heart races as you prepare to dance.
The music begins, and you launch into your routine. At first, the nerves are overwhelming - each movement feels too stiff, too calculated. But as you glide into an arabesque and sweep through a series of pirouettes, something shifts. The familiar rhythm of the dance takes over, and your body begins to move almost on its own, flowing through each step with a grace you didn't know you possessed.
But as you glance at Mrs. Yang, it doesnāt look like sheās as satisfied with your performance as you are. Her face is stoic, unreadable, but youāve been in her class long enough to decipher even the subtlest of her expressions. The slight raise of her right eyebrow sends a wave of dread crashing through you. Thatās never a good sign. Her eyes cling to you with the intensity of an unwanted gaze, leaving an uncomfortable knot twisting in your stomach.
She remains quiet for a few minutes, the silence stretching unbearably as though sheās gathering her words. When she finally speaks, her tone is clipped, measured. āItās good, modern, and meets the criteria.ā
You brace yourself, knowing that a ābutā is coming.
āBut,ā she continues, and you wince slightly, āyou are not sharp enough. I mean seriously, Y/N, how many times do I need to pull you up for this? Do you not want to improve?ā
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You donāt want to disappoint her. You gave everything you had in that performance, even though it was just a run-through. But itās clear that it wasnāt enough.
You bow your head, fighting to keep your voice steady. āYes, maāam.ā
Mrs. Yangās irritation sharpens. āThen for the love of God, can you listen to me this time?ā She stands up, her movements precise and deliberate as she walks over to you. Her voice is firm, tinged with exasperation. āThis exhibition is crucial to your future career. Itās what sets you apart from the others, and yet you seem to lack such basic skills. Even the first years are forming lines better than you.ā
Her words slice through you, each one a reminder of the standards youāve failed to meet. The sting of her tone is almost unbearable, but you know deep down that it comes from a place of faith. She nitpicks because she sees potential in you, potential she wants to help you realise. Each six-month review sheās had with you, sheās made it clear that she believes you can make it far in this world.
āIām sorry, Mrs. Yang,ā you whisper, your voice barely audible.
āApologise to yourself, not to me.ā
A chorus of snickers drifts from the edge of the room. You glance over to see a group of girls, giggling and holding in laughter, their eyes full of condescension. The sound pierces through your already fragile self-belief, making you shrink into yourself, every snicker chipping away at whatever confidence you had left. Doubt begins to creep in, gnawing at the edges of your resolve. You start questioning whether youāre truly cut out for this, whether all the sacrifices youāve made have been for nothing.
Before you can spiral too deeply into your own thoughts, Mrs. Yangās fingers press firmly against your cheek, gently but insistently turning your face to meet hers. āYou canāt do this on your own, so Iām assigning you a coach.ā
āBut you are my coach,ā you reply, your voice tinged with confusion.
āYes, but I donāt have time to give you hours of one-on-one training,ā she says, rolling her eyes as if that statement should be obvious. She strides back to her seat, preparing to evaluate the next girl in line. āI have someone in mind. Theyāre very fluid and pointed in their gestures. They should whip you into shape. Iāll book you an out-of-hours studio for the foreseeable.ā
The words hit you like a ton of bricks. You stand there, rooted to the spot, unable to fully process what sheās just said. Sure, sheāll still be your instructor during scheduled lessons, but this means that on top of your gruelling 12-hour days, your endless rehearsals, and the constant pressure to perfect every move, youāll now have to spend extra time with a new coach.
Itās overwhelming. The thought of adding yet another layer of intensity to your already packed schedule makes your head spin. Your body, already pushed to its limits, protests at the idea of even more hours in the studio. Your heart sinks as the reality of the situation sets in. How will you manage it all? How will you balance the expectations of not one but two demanding mentors?
You want to succeed, to rise to the challenge, but a part of you is terrified that youāll crumble under the weight of it all. The path ahead, already steep and treacherous, has just become even more daunting.
As Mrs. Yang calls out the name of the next dancer, you force yourself to step aside, the familiar sting of exhaustion settling into your bones.Ā
You can only hope that this new coach makes it worth your while.
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The long day of classes has left you drained, every muscle aching with the residue of endless rehearsals and critiques. The last thing you want to do is spend more time in the studio, yet here you are, trudging down the empty hallways of the performance centre with your gym bag slung over your shoulder. The familiar scent of rosin and sweat lingers in the air, and you can't help but feel a pang of dread at the thought of more practice. Your mind buzzes with the memory of Mrs. Yangās words earlier this week, her disappointment, and the pressure of living up to expectations weighing heavily on your shoulders.
As you push open the door to the studio, your eyes fall on an unfamiliar figure - a boy standing with his back to you. Heās tall, strikingly so, with broad shoulders that taper down into a lean, athletic frame. His dark hair is tousled, falling just above the nape of his neck, and heās dressed in loose joggers and a fitted white tank top that highlights the sinewy lines of his muscles.
You hesitate in the doorway, momentarily taken aback by his presence. The studio had been booked for you, and the last thing you want is a confrontation with a stranger. You clear your throat softly, hoping to catch his attention. āUm, hello?ā you say timidly, your voice barely above a whisper. You hope that a gentle approach will encourage him to leave without any fuss.
The boy whips around at the sound of your voice, and your breath catches in your throat. His face is nothing short of breathtaking; sharp, elegant features softened by a small, almost shy smile. His eyes, a deep, captivating brown, seem to sparkle with quiet intensity as he takes in your appearance. For a moment, youāre struck by how impossibly beautiful he is, like a sculptorās masterpiece brought to life. He seems too perfect, too unreal, and you feel a strange flutter in your chest as you meet his gaze.
āHi,ā he says, his voice smooth and warm, like a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. Heās still studying you, and you canāt help but take the opportunity to do the same, noting every detail of his flawless face - the way his lips curve slightly upwards, the sharpness of his jawline, the softness of his eyes.
You blink, trying to regain your composure. āI donāt mean to be rude,ā you start, hoping to keep your tone polite, ābut my teacher booked me this room for a few hours.ā
He raises an eyebrow, his small smile never fading. āFour hours to be exact, yeah. She also booked youā¦me.ā The confusion must be evident on your face because he adds, āIām your coach, Sunghoon.ā
āYou?ā The word slips out before you can stop it, and you instantly regret how incredulous you sound. The last thing you want is to offend him, but the shock of the situation has thrown you off balance.
āYeah, me. Why?ā His tone is still light, but thereās a hint of defensiveness in his voice, and that sends you into a mild panic. You quickly shake your head, trying to salvage the situation.
āNo, no, Iām not trying to say anything negative,ā you stammer, holding up your hands as if to ward off any misunderstanding. āItās justā¦ Iāve never seen you around the performance centre, let alone the ballet corridor.ā
He nods, seeming to understand your confusion. āThatās because youāll find me in the sports centre.ā
You take a moment to size him up, your mind racing as you try to figure out what sport he could possibly play. Heās too lean to be a rugby player, his legs too slender to be a footballer, but heās tall enough to be a basketball player. You consider the possibility of him being a rower or maybe a gymnast, but nothing quite fits. Heās a mystery, one that piques your curiosity.
As if reading your thoughts, he interrupts your internal questioning. āIām a figure skater.ā
The revelation surprises you, and you canāt help but blurt out, āOh.ā You pause, trying to piece together why a figure skater would be chosen to coach you in ballet. Placing your bag to the side of the room, you turn to him again. āSo why are you coaching me?ā
āWhy canāt I?ā he counters, his tone holding a subtle challenge that makes you feel slightly defensive. āMrs. Yang said youāre having trouble looking elegant and punctuated in your movements. Skaters have the same problem.ā
You nod slowly, but a part of you is still sceptical. āBut you guys have ice and skates. I have a wooden floor and ballet pumps.ā
A laugh escapes his lips before he quickly covers his mouth, a look of apology flashing across his face. āSorry, itās justā¦what does that have to do with anything?ā
You frown, still not entirely convinced. āYou guys have blades to move you. I have to coordinate my legs to move me. You guys can think about fluidity and movement.ā
He crosses his arms, his expression becoming more serious as he regards you with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat. āDo you know how ridiculous you sound? We have to balance on a tiny blade and have every chance to slip or crash from a jump.ā
His words hang in the air, and you suddenly feel a bit foolish for your assumptions. Of course, figure skating requires immense skill and precision - maybe even more so than ballet, given the added challenge of balancing on ice.Ā
āOkay, fair point,ā you admit, feeling a bit sheepish. You also hate it when people underestimate the skill and energy it takes to perform ballet, and yet here you are doing it to him about his own sport.Ā
He steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours, and you find yourself holding your breath under his gaze. āI know you were expecting some ballet genius to help you but our arts are similar. Itās about control, balance, and grace,ā he explains. āOn the ice, every movement needs to be both powerful and delicate. The same applies to ballet. You need to find that balance between strength and elegance. Thatās where I come in.ā
You nod slowly, beginning to understand his perspective. The way he speaks, the passion in his voice, makes you feel like maybe, just maybe, this might actually work. āAnd you think you can teach me that?ā
āI know I can,ā he says confidently, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. āIf youāre willing to put in the effort, that is.ā
Thereās a challenge in his words, one that you canāt resist rising to. Youāve always prided yourself on your work ethic, and youāre not about to let anyone doubt your dedication.
āI am,ā you reply firmly, meeting his gaze with determination.
Sunghoon starts the session by having you go through your routine. His eyes are sharp, missing nothing as he watches you move across the floor. Youāre acutely aware of his presence, the way his gaze seems to weigh on your every step, every turn, every jump. Itās unnerving at first, but you push through the discomfort, focusing on executing each movement with precision.
When you finish, he steps forward, nodding thoughtfully. āYouāre good,ā he says, and the praise sends a warm flush of satisfaction through you and a blush to your cheeks. āBut youāre too tense. Youāre overthinking every move, and it shows. Ballet is as much about feeling as it is about technique. You need to let go a little.ā
You frown slightly, not entirely sure how to do that. āLet go?ā
āYeah,ā he says, moving to stand beside you. āYour muscles are too tight, your movements too calculated. Itās like youāre afraid of making a mistake, so youāre holding back.ā
You look down at the floor, his words hitting a little too close to home. Youāve always been afraid of making mistakes, always felt the pressure to be perfect. Itās something thatās been drilled into you since you first started dancing, and itās hard to shake.
He must sense your hesitation because he steps closer, his voice softening. āHey,ā he says gently, and you look up to find his eyes full of understanding. āI get it. But if you keep holding back, youāre never going to reach your full potential.ā
Thereās something in his voice that makes you want to trust him, something that makes you feel like maybe he understands you in a way that others donāt. You nod slowly, taking a deep breath as you try to let go of the tension in your body.
āGood,ā he says, a small smile playing on his lips. āNow, letās try something different.ā
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For two hours straight, you push your body to its limits, executing each movement with precision and determination. Sunghoonās voice fills the studio, giving you sharp, pointed instructions that you follow without question. But as the minutes tick by, the atmosphere begins to shift. The calm, encouraging demeanour he started with fades, replaced with a growing tension that seems to coil around the two of you, tightening with each correction he makes.
āExtend more,ā he snaps as you move through a series of arabesques. His tone is snappier now, the softness from before replaced with something harsher. āYouāre still too stiff.ā
You grit your teeth, focusing on stretching every muscle to its fullest, making sure each line is as precise as possible. But no matter how much you try, his dissatisfaction only seems to grow.
āAgain,ā he commands, his voice laced with frustration. You try to push your discontent down, channelling it into your movements, but the more you try, the more his critiques seem to cut through you.
āYouāre losing focus. How are you going to perform on stage if you canāt even manage this in practice?ā
The sting of his criticism hits you deep, and you can feel your confidence waver. Are you really that bad? Youāre hitting the moves correctly, focusing intently on your lines - the very aspect of the performance Mrs. Yang had criticised you for. Youāre doing everything heās asking, so why is he still so frustrated? Shouldnāt he be pleased that his coaching is starting to take effect?
You execute a pirouette, landing with precision, but the instant your foot touches the ground, Sunghoonās voice cuts through the air. āNo,ā he says sharply, shaking his head. āYouāre not following through. Whereās the energy? The intention?ā
āIām trying!ā The words slip out before you can stop them, frustration bubbling over. Your chest heaves with exertion, and you meet his eyes, desperate for some sign that he understands how hard youāre working, how much youāre giving.
But his expression remains hard, unreadable, and that only fuels the growing tension between you. āTrying isnāt enough,ā he snaps back, stepping closer, his tone leaving no room for argument. āYou need to do more than just hit the moves. You have to feel them. Right now, youāre just going through the motions. Thereās no passion, no fire.ā
His words cut deep, and you feel a flare of anger mixed with hurt. āIām doing exactly what you asked,ā you retort, unable to keep the edge out of your voice. āIām focusing on the lines, on the form. Isnāt that what you wanted?ā
āYes,ā he says, his frustration palpable, ābut youāre missing the point. Itās not just about form; itās about bringing the movements to life. Right now, youāre nothing more than a marionette, moving because youāre being told to, not because youāre actually feeling the dance.ā
The comparison stings and you can feel yourself reaching boiling point. Youāve been working so hard, pushing yourself beyond what you thought you were capable of, and yet here you are, being told that itās still not enough. A part of you wants to shout at him, to tell him that he doesnāt understand how hard this is, how much pressure youāre under. But instead, you swallow the words, letting the irritation simmer beneath the surface.
Sunghoonās gaze softens, just a fraction, but itās enough to make you feel the weight of his expectations even more acutely. āI know you can do better. Mrs. Yang told me youāre one of her best students,ā he says, his voice gentler now with the content, though no less intense. āThatās why Iām pushing you. I need you to push yourself. Youāve got so much potential, but somethingās holding you back. What is it?ā
His question hangs in the air, heavy and probing. For a moment, youāre at a loss for words. Why are you holding back? Is it the fear of failing? Fear that youāll never be good enough? Or maybe, deep down, you just donāt believe in yourself.
The silence between you stretches, thick with hostility. Sunghoon steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming, the heat radiating off him nearly suffocating. You can feel the intensity of his gaze, a challenge flickering in his eyes, daring you to shatter whatever invisible barrier is restraining you.
Heās so close now that you can see the tight set of his jaw, the way his eyes blaze with a fire that sends a shiver down your spine. The frustration is palpable, a tangible force crackling in the air, making it feel electric, charged with something both exhilarating and frightening.
With a firm but gentle touch, Sunghoon places his hands on your shoulders, turning you to face the mirror. He steps in behind you, closing the space between your bodies. āLook at yourself,ā he says, his voice low and resonant. āSee how tense you are?ā His large hands slide down from your shoulders, tracing the line of your body. āEvery muscle is knotted up. You canāt perform at your best unless you loosen up. Stop overthinking. Justā¦let go.ā
Your eyes meet his in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and in that instant, the world seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you, close enough to feel each otherās breath. Then, almost instinctively, his fingers press into your sides, firm and commanding, gliding up your waist and torso with deliberate slowness. The sensation sends a wave of heat through your body, and your breath catches as he lifts your arms, stretching your upper half with a fluid motion that leaves you feeling vulnerable and exposed.
āFeel this,ā he murmurs, his breath warm against the nape of your neck, sending another quake over your body. He holds your wrists above your head with one hand, the other pressing into your lower back, making you hyper-aware of the heat emanating from him. āSee how good that feels?ā
Using his knuckles, he circles the bottom of your spine, dissolving any knots and doubts from it. You resist the urge to moan but your eyes roll to the back of your head as you push your hips into him, aching for more of his magical touch. Out of all the massages you have ever had, this tiny glimmer of one beats them all.
His breath spreads over your skin, and his fingers tighten slightly around your wrists as he holds you in place. Once you bring your eyes forward, he locks in with yours in the mirror. His piercing stare is intense and your heart quickens, the tension between you crackling like a live wire.Ā
āYou like that?ā Sunghoon asks, the smirk plastered on his face as he feels you grinding onto his growing boner. He can see you wanting to let go in the reflection of your eyes as well as the neediness in your breaths, giving him all the consent he needs to take this further.
As he releases your wrists, his hand trails down your shoulders and back to meet the other. The heat of his touch seeps through the fabric of your top, firm yet tender. His fingers glide along your spine, coaxing your body to arch into the movement, a soft sigh escaping your lips. His touch is skilled, knowing exactly where to press and where to ease, melting away the tension in your muscles, leaving you pliant under his hands.
āFeels good, doesnāt it?ā he whispers, the edge in his voice betraying his awareness of the effect heās having on you. The connection is almost too intense to bear. But you canāt look away, drawn to the magnetic pull between you. He slides his hands over your sides and across your lower abdomen, fingers digging slightly into your muscles, the pressure both soothing and intoxicating as he massages your belly and hips.
You instinctively begin to lower your arms, the proximity making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. But his grip tightens around your waist in warning. āNo, keep your arms up, sweetheart,ā he says, his tone demanding, the instructor in him resurfacing.
Resting his hand flatly on your stomach, his fingers spread as he pulls you flush against him, your back meeting the solid expanse of his chest. The contact makes you acutely aware of every point where your bodies touch, your heart hammering in your chest as your breath catches. His hands linger at the waistband of your leggings, before slowly, his hands dip down, fingers brushing against your skin, exploring with deliberate, teasing slowness. The sensation sends a jolt of electricity through you, your skin tingling under his touch.
His hands move lower, the anticipation building with every inch he covers. You can feel your muscles trembling, your arms still stretched above your head as he asked, but the effort to maintain the position becomes increasingly difficult with every passing second.
His fingers find your folds, slipping between them with an agonising slowness that leaves you gasping. The sensation is overwhelming, your body instinctively moving with his fingers, but heās quick to remind you of his control. āKeep your arms up, be a good girl and listen,ā he murmurs, his voice laced with a quiet authority that leaves no room for disobedience.
The smirk on his face is unmistakable as he watches you struggle to comply, the tension between following his instructions and giving in to the intoxicating pull of his touch almost unbearable. His fingers continue their slow exploration, teasing and tormenting you with a skill that leaves you trembling, your resolve weakening with every passing moment.
Impulse begs you to let your arms fall, to collapse into his embrace, but his gaze holds you in place, that smirk still playing on his lips as he watches you battle with your own desires. The contrast between his command and the sheer pleasure heās coaxing from your body is dizzying, leaving you on the edge of surrender.
Yet, despite the intense need coursing through you, you force yourself to keep your arms raised, stretching above your head, the effort only adding to the thrill coursing through your veins. His fingers move with deliberate intent now, pressing deeper, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body that make it almost impossible to think, to breathe.
Sunghoonās fingers expertly play with your pussy, two of them circling your sensitive nub with a maddening precision that leaves you dizzy. āDo you feel how exhausted your arms are?ā he asks, his voice tinged with a hint of smugness, as though expecting an answer despite your obvious distraction.
Nodding, you squeeze your eyes shut so tightly that white spots dance behind your lids, a kaleidoscope of fleeting lights against the darkness. The burn in your arms is a sharp contrast to the way your hips instinctively move, undulating in perfect sync with his skilled fingers. It's a delicious tormentāthe strain in your muscles somehow amplifies the pleasure coiling low in your belly, turning every sensation sharper, more intense.
Suddenly, his lips are on your neck, a gentle press of heat that sends a shiver cascading down your spine, threatening to unravel you completely. The warmth of his mouth on your skin is your undoing, and before you can stop yourself, your arms give way. You collapse forward, hands scrambling to find purchase, seeking him instinctively as if he's the only thing keeping you grounded. Your fingers dig into his arms, nails biting into his skin as you cling to him, desperate for stability in the storm he's unleashed within you.
"See how loose you feel?" His voice is a murmur against your neck, each word a hot, teasing caress. "How your body wants to move on its own, to give in? Thatās how your performance should be."
As if to punctuate his point, his fingers slide inside you, the sudden, intimate invasion tearing a sharp gasp from your lips. Your hips buck against his hand, craving more, driven by the need heās ignited in you. His other arm tightens around your waist, holding you close, anchoring you to him as his fingers continue their relentless rhythm, each stroke designed to push you further, closer to the edge.
The atmosphere around you thickens, every breath heavy with the electric tension between you. The heat radiating from his body seeps into yours, an overwhelming presence that consumes you, making it impossible to think of anything but the here and now. The scent of him - musky, intoxicating - fills your senses, making you feel lightheaded, dizzy with desire. You can feel the hardness of his arousal pressing insistently against your lower back, a solid reminder of his own need, adding fuel to the fire already burning within you.
His pace quickens, fingers plunging deeper, more urgently, more demanding. "Even your pussy is so tight," he murmurs, his tone more observation than criticism. "Do I need to open this up too?"
Your laboured breathing is your only response, mingling with the slick, rhythmic sounds of his hand moving inside you. The coil of pleasure in your core tightens with every thrust, winding tighter and tighter, the pressure building until you feel like you might shatter from the intensity of it.
Your hands clutch at his arm, desperate, seeking something solid to hold onto as your legs threaten to buckle beneath you. His fingers curl inside you, finding that perfect spot that sends your vision spinning, a raw, needy moan escaping your lips. The feeling of his hard length pressing against you, coupled with the masterful way his fingers work you, has your entire body humming with sensation, alive with the need to surrender to the pleasure heās offering.
Sunghoonās mouth returns to your neck, lips brushing over your sensitive skin, his teeth grazing lightly as he sucks, sending another jolt of arousal through you. "Thatās it," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a low, rough command that vibrates through you. "Let go. Feel it. This is how you should be."
His words wrap around you like a spell, breaking down the last of your restraint. Your body moves with his, falling into the rhythm heās set, lost in the heat and desire pulsing between you. Every stroke, every touch, draws you deeper into the abyss of pleasure, until all you can do is let go and let him guide you.
āFuck, Sunghoon,ā you manage to mewl, your voice trembling, breathless, as you throw your head back, letting it rest against his chest.
A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him, the sound reverberating through you, adding to the fire already blazing in your veins. His lips trail up to your ear, his tongue flicking against your earlobe, a playful, teasing nip that sends another shiver racing down your spine. āThatās it,ā he whispers, his voice thick with a mix of amusement and desire. His fingers curl inside you again, hitting that spot that makes your entire body jerk in his hold, another gasp torn from your throat. āYou like this, donāt you? Youāre such a perfect student, so eager to please.ā
All you can do is nod, biting down on your lip to stifle the moans threatening to spill over. He hums appreciatively, his hot breath brushing against your ear, the sensation sending another ripple of pleasure through you. āGood,ā he purrs, his voice low and commanding, like the instructor he is. āYouāre a quick learner when you want to be. You respond so well to guidance.ā
Without warning, his hand shifts, thumb finding your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your hips jerk involuntarily. Your vision blurs, stars dancing before your eyes as the pleasure crashes over you in waves, each one pulling you deeper into the sensation. His fingers move with expert precision, relentless in their pursuit of your release, pushing you closer and closer to the brink.
In the mirror before you, Sunghoonās eyes lock onto you, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he relishes in watching the pleasure contort your face. "Youāre moving perfectly, not overthinking, just feeling how you should," he murmurs, almost to himself, pride evident in his voice.Ā
Just as you feel yourself teetering on the brink, he slows his movements, dragging out your pleasure, keeping you suspended on the edge. You whimper with need, the desperation in your voice only making him grin wider. His lips brush against your ear, his voice a dark, seductive whisper that sends your brain into orbit. "Youāre going to cum for me, arenāt you? Be a good dancer and let go, show me how well you can perform."
Itās not a question; itās a command. And with one final, skilled stroke, he pushes you over the edge, sending you spiralling into a climax that tears through you, leaving every atom in your body shaking with intensity and your muscles instantly tensing, just to relax once again.
As the tremors subside, you feel his hands shift, fingers hooking into the waistband of your leggings. āWeāre just getting started,ā he murmurs, a hint of something dark and promising in his voice. Slowly, he pulls them down, the fabric dragging against your skin, heightening your sensitivity. āYouāre still tight,ā he observes, voice low, almost thoughtful. āWe need to work on that.ā
He positions himself behind you, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the cool air against your bare skin. Pushing his joggers and boxers down to his thighs, he lets his hard cock spring free, your body shielding it from the mirror in front of you, but as he drags it along your folds, you get a sense of the thick, long shaft he is about to impale you with.
His hand moves to your hips, guiding you, adjusting your stance, and your hands find home on the mirror in front of you, fingers splaying across the cool glass. āArch your back,ā he instructs, voice firm yet gentle, as if this were just another rehearsal. āRelax into itā¦let me in.ā
With a measured, almost calculated precision, he enters you, the sensation of him filling you completely making you gasp. In the mirror, your reflection catches your eye, your mouth falling open as you watch him disappear inside you. āOh god,ā you moan, the image of your bodies coming together, the way he stretches you, only intensifying the sensation. āSunghoonā¦ā
āThatās it,ā he murmurs, his voice like velvet, wrapping around you, pulling you deeper into the moment. āLook at yourself,ā he commands softly, his breath hot against your ear. āSee how your body opens up when you let go? When you stop fighting and just let the movement happen? Thatās how you get perfect lines.ā
His pace is slow at first, methodical, every thrust a deliberate stroke meant to coax your body into submission. Your eyes lock onto your reflection, the sight of his hips moving against yours, the way your skin flushes with arousal, captivating. āFuck, your pussy is sensational,ā he breathes, a hint of strain in his voice as he pulls back slightly, only to push deeper. āAlmost as good as your allegro.ā
You let out a broken moan, your gaze flicking between his intense expression in the mirror and the way his muscles are contracting in his arms as he firms his grip on your waist, focusing on pounding into you with fervour. āSunghoonā¦ moreā¦ pleaseā¦ā
Each movement of his hips is like a masterclass, each squeeze from his hands and twitch of his cock only making your body ache for more. āDonāt hold back,ā he whispers, his grip on your hips tightening, pulling you closer. āLet your body respond to mine.ā
Your eyes widen as he leans forward slightly, the angle allowing you to see more of him in the mirror, his jaw tightening with every thrust. āFeels so good,ā you manage to gasp out, your voice breathy, desperate as you push back against him, trying to take him deeper. āPlease, donāt stopā¦ā
The mirror reflects the sheen of sweat forming on your skin, the way your body arches into his touch, how every line of your form matches the rhythm heās set. Your body moves with his, every thrust pushing you closer to that edge again, every word sinking deeper into your mind. His hand slides down your stomach, fingers finding your clit once more, adding that extra layer of stimulation that has your legs shaking. āThatās it,ā he coaxes, voice rich with approval. āGive in to it. Let your body move the way it wants toā¦the way it needs to.ā
āSunghoonā¦ oh, godā¦ Iām gonna-ā Your words cut off in a whimper as his pace quickens, the pace he sets becoming more intense, more demanding, each thrust designed to unravel you, to push you past your limits.
āJesus Christ,ā he murmurs into your neck, his gaze flickering up to meet yours in the mirror, watching how your breath fogs up the glass in front of you and your fingers claw down the flat surface in an attempt to grip onto something tangible. The sight of you coming undone in the reflection only seems to spur him on, his hips snapping against yours with renewed vigour.
āSunghoon, I-ā you try to speak, but the words dissolve into a moan as he thrusts deeper, hitting a spot that makes your vision blur and stars dance before your eyes, the bell of his cock kissing the sensitive spot inside your walls.
āShow me,ā he commands, his voice like a conductorās baton, directing the crescendo. āShow me how beautifully you can fall apart.āĀ
Sunghoonās arm wraps securely around your waist, pulling your trembling body back against his chest. The new angle allows him to thrust even deeper, the motion sending shockwaves of pleasure through you, each stroke of his cock searing itself into your memory. You feel completely filled by him, the sensation overwhelming as your reflection quakes, your body obeying every demand he silently makes. Your muscles clench around him, and as your head falls back against his shoulder, you cry out his name.
The mirror captures every detail - the flush of your skin, the arch of your back, the way your mouth opens in a silent scream as another intense climax rips through you. This one is even more powerful than the last, leaving you utterly undone, your body shaking in his arms as he holds you steady.
As the waves of pleasure begin to ebb, your eyes lock onto the mirror once more. You see yourself as Sunghoon sees you raw, vulnerable, but also strong, capable of surrendering and finding beauty in letting go. For a moment, all you can see is the perfect dancer heās crafted, the one whoās learned to trust the rhythm and fall apart beautifully.
Chasing his own release, he begins to buck his hips in a fast, sharp manner, aware that two orgasms on your end could make you extra sensitive. Your pussy milks his cock as he cums deep inside of you, his nails scratching your hips and down your ass, as he moans out your name, chanting it like a hymn during confession.Ā
His chest heaves against your back and he kisses anywhere he can on your neck and shoulders to ground himself in the present, bringing himself down from his high.
As he slowly slides out of you, his arms never leave your body, keeping you close. He gently lowers you to the ground, sitting you down and holding you against him. Your body feels like jelly, completely spent, but his embrace is comforting. He presses soft kisses to the back of your head, his breath warm against your damp skin.
"You did so well, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice tender, full of pride.
You tilt your head back slightly, looking up at him with a small, exhausted smile. "I donāt think Iām supposed to be this relaxed when I perform at the exhibition," you manage to say, a breathless giggle escaping your lips.
Sunghoon chuckles along with you, the sound vibrating through your body where you're pressed against him. He shakes his head, brushing a few strands of hair away from your sweaty face. "No, you should have some feeling in your bones," he agrees, wiping the moisture from your brow with the back of his hand. "But do you see how, when you let yourself do what your body wanted, you felt a million times better?"
You nod, the memory of the intensity still fresh in your mind. "Yeahā¦I did. It felt differentā¦freer."
"Exactly," he says, his eyes softening as he gazes at you. "Thatās how ballet is supposed to be. You canāt bring emotions to an audience if youāre too busy concentrating on getting the next move right."
"But Mrs. Yang always talks about perfection," you counter, the words slipping out before you can stop them. "She says, āYou need to be perfect to achieve perfection.ā She repeats it all the time."
Sunghoon sighs, a look of understanding crossing his features. "Itās the same for us," he admits, his tone tinged with a mix of disdain and resignation. "Every skate has to be better than the last, or else youāre a failure." His voice carries the weight of someone whoās heard those words too many times, whoās internalised them and yet knows thereās more to the story.
"But perfection isnāt something you learn from a textbook. Itās not something you can force." He pauses, looking down at you, his expression thoughtful. "You need to find your own colour, your own style. Thatās where true perfection lies - when it comes from within, not from trying to meet someone elseās standards."
You hold his gaze, the truth in his words sinking in. For years you have tried to live up to Mrs. Yangās expectation that you lost your real love for the art. Or maybe, not lost the love, but rather buried it under the weight of being perfect.Ā
"Butā¦what if I never find it? My colour."
Sunghoonās lips curve into a small smile, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb brushing over your flushed skin. "To be honest, youāre better than most. Youāve got the skill, the technique, but youāre holding yourself back because youāre so focused on being perfect." His eyes bore into yours, sincere and encouraging. "You need to let your posture breathe, stop worrying about being flawless, and justā¦dance. Thatās whatās holding you back - then youāll find it."
His words resonate deeply within you, stirring something thatās been buried under layers of self-doubt and external expectations. "So I just need to let go?"
"Exactly," he says, his voice firm but gentle. "Let go, trust yourself, and let your body move the way itās meant to. Just like we did there."
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight on your shoulders lift just a bit. "Iāll try," you whisper, the words carrying more determination than you thought possible.
Sunghoon smiles, a warmth in his eyes that makes your heart flutter. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, a gesture so tender it nearly makes you melt. "Thatās all anyone can ask for," he murmurs, his voice reassuring.
You nod, feeling a newfound resolve build within you. As you sink deeper into his embrace, the world around you seems to blur, leaving behind the certainty that youāre ready to let go, to embrace the dancer youāve always been meant to be.
After a moment of quiet, Sunghoon pulls back slightly, his hands still resting on your hips, grounding you. "How about we get you cleaned up, and then we run through it again?" he suggests, his tone light yet purposeful.
You smile, the idea of starting fresh with this new perspective sparking a sense of excitement in you. "Yeah," you agree, your voice steady. As Sunghoon helps you to your feet and fixes your outfit for you, you feel your heart burst with determination and adoration, both for ballet and the man in front of you.Ā Ā
Youāre going to have to thank Mrs. Yang for this by giving the most passionate performance at the exhibition.
Maybe Sunghoon can keep coaching you until then. You do need to work on your flexibility after allā¦
ON todays agenda is mean hee that lives to humiliate you. like im talking jerking off into ur panties while u stand in front ofhim just before u go out with ur friends.
leaving hickeys bruises teeth marks all over for ur cowokers to see
having some dirty pictures as his lockscreen and having no problem lettin his friends see it when they are borrowing his phone
LIKE. that shit just ends with ur blushing cheeks and his pleased face
daydreaming so hard about this heeseung
warnings: smut, dubcon, perv!hee, mean!hee, cursing, not proofread,
word count: 1k+
nsfw warnings under cut
nsfw warnings: unprotected sex, cum shot?, jerking off, spit, degradation, biting, mentions of free use and cnc, manipulation,
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Heeseung wasnāt mean in the beginning, he was actually pretty quiet and hid well behind his shy boyish charm facade well so when you decided to make things official with the bambi boy, everything took a surprisingly hard turn. It was āsmallā in the beginning, little comments about who you could and couldnāt spend your free time with, the clothing you could wear, he even had opinions on your job. Brushing him off only lasted so long, so he had to turn to drastic measures and find other ways to make sure you knew exactly who you belonged to and made sure other people knew who you belonged to as well.Ā
mean!heeseung who started off small, leaving his harsh love bites on your neck and chest in places you couldnāt hide so everyone could see the pretty bruises litter your pretty skin
mean!heeseung who likes to guide you around with his hand on the back of your neck, gripping it tightly when you try to stray away from his side or speak out against him
mean!heeseung who goes through your phone any chance he can get, even reading text messages in front of you if he thinks they sound suspicious. If he finds a message from a guy, heāll bend you over his knee and make you read the messages to him while he spanks you. If you mess up reading from the impact of his hand on your ass, he will make you start overĀ
mean!heeseung who loves to talk down on you, he knows how wet it makes you when he calls you a "dirty slut", "needy cock sleeve", "little fuck toy"
mean!heeseung who loves to fuck you hard any chance he gets. His free use and cnc kink really heightened when he met you. āNoā isnāt really in his vocabulary, plus, he knows you really donāt mean it. You couldnāt possibly mean it when your pussy gets so wet for him when he bends you over on any surface he can.Ā
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His cock is buried deep in your pussy, the sting from the stretch has your eyes watering since he didn't prep you, he bent you over the kitchen island and pulled your thong to the side when he saw you in a new skirt. He has the new skirt flipped up and your pretty lace thong pushed to the side as he fucks into your cunt at a brutal pace.
His heavy balls slap your swollen nub with every thrust he gives making you leak and cream around him, "little slut, you wore this on purpose...fuck.." his voice deeper, and the degrading words making you clench around him. The tip of his thick cock hitting your cervix with force as he grips and pulls your ass cheeks apart to watch his cock disappear into your needy hole. Spitting a thick wad of spit onto your asshole letting it dribble to where his cock meets your pussy adds to the mess. He loves it messy. Your nails scrape against the kitchen island feeling the band in your belly ready to snap, heat bubbling in your abdomen ready to gush around him.
Just as you were about to fall apart, his cock leaves your gaping hole and he strokes his cock at a quick pace, you look over your shoulder confused as you feel the warm spurts of his cum coat your ass as he lets out a shaky groan. He catches his breath and almost laughs at your disappointed face, "what? You thought I was gonna let you cum after you got me all worked up on purpose?"
ĖĖĀ°ā¢*āā·
He really likes to stake his claim over you in any way he can, marking his territory in degrading and humiliating ways so you could learn your place.Ā
perv!heeseung who loves making you walk around with his cum between your legsĀ when you're away from him so you'll be thinking about him
āDonāt you wanna make me happy?ā He asks, tracing his finger along your jawline making your lean into his soft touch. āOf course I do Hee, I just-ā He places his finger over your lips silencing you and gives you a mischievous smirk, āthen pull your pretty panties down baby.ā Hesitantly, you hike up the bottom of your dress and tug your cotton panties down to your mid thigh.Ā
He runs the head of his cock between your folds and you hold back a small moan feeling his leaking tip brush against your needy clit. He cups his hand in front of your mouth and narrows his dark lust filled eyes, āspit.ā You gather a wad of spit in your mouth and let it dribble into his waiting hand, watching him lower his hand and smear your spit over his cock.Ā
A deep groan emits from his chest and he swallows thickly as he starts to stroke his hard cock in his rough hands. His eyes stay fixed on you as pumps his thick length, the intense eye contact making you squirm under his gaze but you knew better than to look away. He takes his bottom lip between his perfect teeth as he watches you shift nervously under his stare as he continues to pump his cock. His eyes finally drop town to your bare cunt and clicks his teeth seeing the moisture start to build up, little drops of your arousal starting to drip onto the cotton panties. Always so wet and needy for him.
Little huffs and groans bubble in his throat getting stuck under his adam's apple as sweat beads on his forehead. He pumps his cock faster watching you look so defeated in front of him, but he doesn't miss the lust lingering in your eyes wishing he would touch you just a little. He lets out a deep guttural groan and spurts of his hot cum land onto your pussy, some of it dropping onto your panties adding to your mess.
He hums in satisfaction, he grabs the sides of your panties and tugs them up your thighs, letting his fingers adjust the fabric so it's perfectly nestled against you. His hand cups your mound as he makes sure to smear his cum all over your pussy through the fabric making you moan, and your knees shake. He watches your desperate reaction and smiles while he pats your cunt, ānow you can go have lunch with your friends.ā
perv!heeseung who shoves his tongue down your throat in front of any guy you talk to so he can assert his dominance - if he is feeling extra freaky, he will keep his eyes open are bore them into the stupid fucker who was talking to you as he keeps his tongue deep in your mouth licking every crevice; will also grab you ass for good measure
perv!heeseung who has no shame around his friends. Letting his phone sit in the middle of the cafe table, he doesnāt even blink when a notification pops up illuminating the phone showing the wallpaper, which is you, legs spread open and his cum dripping out of your used hole.Ā
perv!heeseung who loves to show you off to his friends when he starts noticing how jealous they are that he found such a needy little cock sleeve, "accidentally" showing them multiple photos and videos of you in all sorts of positions and messy situations while he slides through his gallery to find the "meme he wanted to show them"Ā
perv!heeseung who invites his friends back to your shared place and sits you on his lap while you all watch a movie just so he can slip his hand under your shirt and start cupping your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers making you gasp and look around to make sure no one was looking
perv!heeseung who can see his friends side eyeing you both and adjust the growing hard on in their pants seeing your flushed face and parted lips as your hips buck into the air when his teeth sink into your neckĀ
āSeungieā¦your friends-ā one of his hands slithers down your body and slips into your sleep shorts making you gasp when his fingers find the growing mess between your plush thighs. āLittle slut, canāt believe youāre getting this fucking wet in front of my friends. Should I let them see how much of a slut you are for my cock?āĀ
perv!heeseung who has no problem showing his friends the claim he has over you. And he will not hesitate to fuck you stupid in front them to get his point across, making sure to cum deep in your cunt and spread your legs in front of them so they can watch it drip out of your hole. They can look, but never touch.
how about daddy!sunghoon who loves treat you like his little princess.
you are so small that you almost disappeared in sunghoon's arms, the difference in size between you is so big that he was afraid of breaking your body in half. your thighs were completely covered by sunghoon's big hands as he kissed your cheek and whispered things in your ear that made your heart flutter.
"what happened, little one? is daddy making you wet?" he said as he ran his hands down to your pink hello kitty panties, sunghoon loved it when you wore cute panties, he thought it suited your cute and innocent personality.
"you're so wet for daddy but today i'm just going to fuck you with my fingers, hm? daddy is tired." despite being clearly exhausted he still wanted to give pleasure to his little baby who had been waiting for him all day. finally sunghoon put his hand inside your underwear and inserted his finger into your pussy, it was so sensitive that you almost passed out when you felt your cunt being touched directly.
he started to move his finger slowly so you could get used to him inside, but then he increased the speed poking your sensitive spot, it was impressive how your daddy knew all your pleasure points without making an effort. it doesn't take long for you to cum since you were a very sensitive girl.
"you came a lot, love, you left daddy's fingers all dirty, you need to clean them, hm?"
warnings. soft dom!sunghoon x female!reader, semi clothed sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of choking, oral (f receicving), cum eating
wc. 4.2k
synopsis. sunghoon takes the opportunity to dress you up and show you how gorgeous you really are.
what's this?" your head cocked to the side as you watched sunghoon walk into your room, a plain white bag being held out in front of him.
"it's for you" you looked up at him from where you were sat on the edge of your bed, a smile grew on his lips as he tightened his grip on the bag, not letting you take it right away "i want to dress you up" you narrows your eyes at him before flicking your eyes down to the bag, almost afraid of what he would pull out of it.
you watched as he placed the bag on the bed beside of you before opening it, his fingers dove in and pulled out what you assumed to just be a piece of green lace fabric, not your entire outfit. your eyes widened as he laid it down on the bed. the outfit, or lack or, seemed to just be a body suit, one made entirely of a sheer, see through green lace material.
you looked back at sunghoon, eyes wider than before, mouth dry as you struggled to find words. it wasn't as if you hadn't worn something like it before, but never something so revealing. sunghoon smiled to himself as he saw the shock on your face, watching as you carefully touched the fabric that was laying on the bed.
"do you want me to wear it now?" sunghoon hummed, stepping closer to you before grabbing both of your hands, gently pulling you to stand up in front of him.
"i want to put it on you" he pushed his fingers through yours, slowly moving them from side to side as he spoke to you "let me dress you up, doll" you nodded slowly, deciding to let him take control. sunghoon smiled before dropping his hands from yours, moving them to push under your shirt. he slowly pushed the material up your body, his hands keeping contact with your waist until your shirt had left your skin. he took his time to push it over your head, letting it fall to the floor as he fingers lingered on your skin.
you felt your breath hitch in your throat, your breathing beginning to stagger from how close he was to you. barely any space was left between you too as he pressed himself forward, fingers dancing along your skin until they reached the clip of your bra.
sunghoon took his time to undress you, his fingers were gentle on each part of your skin. barely touching you as he let your bra slip down your arms and onto the floor. he could feel your nipples harden against his chest as the cold air of the room breezed past them. you gulped as he pulled himself back slightly, his lips ghosting over the crook of your neck before he looked down at you.
sunghoon moved, taking seat on the edge of the bed, the same place you resided when he first walked into your room. he was quiet as he held your waist, hands turning your body to face him. he pulled you forward, your body standing in between his legs before he leaned toward you. he pressed his forehead against you, his hands travelling further around your waist as he pressed a wet kiss to your stomach. there was a heat forming between your legs and you were almost sure that he could feel the radiation coming off of it, with how close he was to you it seemed inevitable for him to know.
sunghoon pressed another kiss against your stomach, lower than the previous one, you shivered as his hair tickled your skin. your hands pushed into his hair, letting the smooth strands sink between the gaps of your fingers. you sighed as he kissed lower again, humming against your skin as he was met with the waist band of your shorts that sat low around your hips. he looked up to you, his eyes wide and seemingly innocent, holding an emotion that was completely different to the ambience around the too of you. the tension in the room almost made you dizzy, if sunghoon hadn't had such a tight grip on you then you were sure you could've fallen faint.
he dragged his fingers down, tracing them over the hem of your shorts before hooking his fingers beneath them, catching your underwear with them. he continued to look at you as he pulled them down your legs. he let go of them when they were so far down, letting them fall to the floor so you could step out of them. that was when sunghoon let go of you, leaning back so he could look at all of you, completely bare for his eyes only. he almost changed his mind about dressing you in the lingerie he had brought, wanting nothing more than to lay you down and take you the way you were right now. but he stopped himself, still having a craving for seeing you in something so daring, something so slutty for a girl like you.
"you're so tempting" he spoke into the room, eyes not leaving your body as he focused on you "could eat you right up" he commented, fingers brushing over your skin before he grabbed your hand, all he wanted to do was ravage you, to see you ruined because of him. he kept reminding himself to be patient, attempting to calm himself before he forgot about the clothing all together. sunghoon attempted to breathe, you were utterly irresistible in his eyes and he could feel that effect flowing through his body, his cock already throbbing in his jeans. he should have known better than to think he could freely undress you and dress you again without frustrating himself.
"sunghoon?" you questioned softly, your voice barely audible, feeling too intimidated under his gaze.
"hmm? what's wrong angel?" he ran his thumb over the back of your hand before his eyes met yours, there was a mixture of adoration and lust in them.
"are you okay?" sunghoon sent you a sweet smile, finding your concern in the current situation to be endearing. he brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it gently, lips pressing against your skin before he pulled away and smiled at you.
"perfect" he let go of your hand, reaching beside him to pick up the green fabric " 'm just excited to see you all dressed up" you smiled shyly at him, letting him drop his hand from yours as he held the bodysuit. he handled it with care, gently undoing a button from the back before scrunching it up, allowing the holes for your legs to be easily accessible.
sunghoon leaned forward, bending so he could dress you. your hands went to his hair to steady yourself as he lifted your foot, helping you step into the hole before moving to your other. you gulped as he lifted his head, feeling his breath fan over your upper thighs, shivering as it washed over your cunt. sunghoon could smell you from where he was and he felt his mouth water, the need he felt inside of him to lean forward and press his tongue into your slit almost over took him, but he refrained. letting out another deep breath before slowly pulling the cloth up your leg.
you felt the slight roughness of the lace graze over your thighs, as you looked down all you could see was his eyes. wide, focused on your body as he let the body suit stop at your cunt, slowly covering it as he brought it further up your skin. you couldn't help but shiver as his fingers brushed over your waist, watching as he stood up so he could hold up the straps for you to put your arms into. once it was settled against your skin he gently held your waist, turning you around so he could do up the button that sat atop of the back of it.
sunghoon breathed deeply as he turned you back around, sitting back on the edge of the bed whilst admiring you. it seemed to fit you perfectly, the lace attaching itself to your skin, almost becoming one with you as you stood in front of him. the lace left almost nothing to the imagination, his eyes not failing to notice the way your nipples sat hardened underneath the fabric.
he touched you, fingers sliding over the fabric as he admired you. he released a deep breath as he stared at you, feeling the urge to tell you how beautiful you were, how he believes you could make anything seem like sunshine just from being near it, he just needed you to know how much he loved you. sunghoon wished to detach those feelings from the moment though, wanting to save those words for when he can take his time with you, on a night where he didn't feel the deep rooted urge to create a beautiful mess out of you.
sunghoon bit back a groan, his hand running through his hair before he grabbed a hold of your hips to pull you down to straddle him. your arms fell around his neck as he held your waist, knees pressing into the mattress either side of his body. the grip he held on your waist made you feel weak, it only tightened as he felt your cunt press down against him.
sunghoon took his time to admire you, from the sparkle in your eyes to the way your lips stayed slightly parked whilst you kept your eyes on his face. he felt as if he was savouring the moment, having you so close to him, dressed so prettily whilst looking seemingly innocent as you ever could be. he knew once he laid you down and pushed himself into you that the gentle feeling around the two of you would fade away, he could already feel it slipping. there were thoughts plaguing his mind, vivid images of you laid out on your bed, him pushing the body suit aside before slipping into your welcoming heat. he was getting ahead of himself.
one of his hands left you as he reached back to the bag, you watched him as he pushed the bag to the floor once he had taken out the final item in there. you let your head fall to the side as you admired the choker her held, a small smile on your lips as you went to question him about it. he beat you, answering before you could.
"it was matching" he spoke, his voice still gentle within the room. his fingers played with the clasp on the back of the choker as he pulled it open. he looked at you, watching as you brought your hands under your hair to lift it up, allowing him to bring it to your neck and close it around it. sunghoon leaned back on his elbows, eyes not leaving you as you stayed straddling his lap. he was in awe of your beauty, his heart rate increasing the longer he looked at you.
"come here" he barely spoke, simply beckoning you to lean down to him, which you did. after a few moments of unbroken eye contact, sunghoon finally caved. he laid down on the bed and brought his fingers to your waist, letting them dig into the fabric as he kissed you for the first time that night. sunghoon immediately sighed against your lips, melting into the kiss the moment he felt you against him. yet, despite the relief he felt from having you so close to him, it only frustrated him more.
out of sheer need sunghoon dragged his hands from your waist to your ass, his fingers dug into your skin as he ground you down against him, the kiss heating up in intensity. he pushed his tongue into your mouth as he moved your hips, your fingers twirled in his hair as you moved your hips along with his hands.
sunghoon could barely hold himself together as he pressed you as close as he could to himself, the kiss beginning to cause spit to slip from your mouths and slowly drip down his cheek. sunghoon moaned into the kiss, unable to hold back as the friction of your cunt soothed the throb of his cock.
one of his hands left your body, a few seconds later it returned but this time he held your chin in his hand. he used his hand to break the kiss, holding your jaw in a tight grip at he looked up at you. your eyes almost seemed dazed as you stared back, your lips slick with your shared spit. sunghoon was suddenly brought back to wanting nothing more than to ravage you whole.
āi need to fuck youā was all he really said, you felt your mouth dry as he spoke. you gulped back whatever spit you had in your mouth, fingers curling round his hair before you spoke back.
āpleaseā it came out as more of a whimper than anything else, your voice betraying you as you pleaded for him to give into his desires and take you.
it felt as if barely a second had past before you were laid on your bed, your head hitting your pillow as he took his place kneeling up between your legs. he leaned down to kiss you, not wasting any time to feel you against him again.
as the kiss deepened, your fingers found their way under his shirt, your knuckles knocking against the fabric as he continued to kiss you. you desperately wanted it off of him, wanting his bare skin against you as soon as you could. the material being pushed up caused your lips to part, his shirt being pushed over his head before you threw it to the floor, your lips connecting once more.
the kiss became rushed, wet. your tongues pushing against one another, your saliva moving between your mouths as you kept him close. your fingers press into his back, legs spreading a little further so he could press directly against you. there was a dull throb forming on your clit, heartbeat sending blood rushing through your veins. desperation suddenly seemed too tame.
your fingers slipped round his body, tips dragging along his skin as you blindly found the button of his jeans. you fiddled with it as you continued to kiss him, managing to push the button through the loop causing it to become undone. you struggled to push the material down his hips, sunghoon shuffled to help you. the rushed actions caused more of a struggle. he hesitantly broke the kiss, sighing as he got off of the bed.
you could have laughed at the way he rushed to shove his jeans off of his body, wasting no time to ride himself of the briefs he had on underneath too. it only took him a matter of seconds to be knelt on your bed, taking place between your legs. he kept himself up, looking down at you as he brought his hands down to run over your thighs.
his hands moved over your skin, up and down slowly as he looked at you. sunghoon thought you were perfect like this, all spread out for him. lips swollen, eyes dark, fingers itching to touch him. he liked the way your gaze couldnāt stay on his face, how your eyes sipped down his skin all the way down to where his cock stood ready for you. leaking in pure anticipation of feeling you wrapped around him.
his hands travelled to the insides of your thighs, fingers pressing into your skin as he pushed them further apart. the closer his fingers got to your cunt, the hotter his skin felt. he could feel the warmth coming from beneath the fabric, it made him want to dive straight in - so he did.
with the tips of his fingers brushing over it, he pushed aside the green lace that was covering your slick cunt from him. sunghoon could have groaned when he caught sight of you, the way the lip of your pussy followed his finger causing it to part away from the other, your wetness shining under the dull lamp you had on in your room. he brushed his thumb over your clit, feeling the swollen nub twitch under his gentle touch. his mouthed watered, he shivered as he felt a drop of precum slip down the side of his cock. sunghoon was more than ready to sink into you and get lost.
he lifted his other hand off of your thigh and brought it to his cock, wrapping it around the base before dragging it to the top and back down again. he struggled to stay focused as he looked at you, but the more pleasure that filled his body, the more he wanted to feel you instead of his hand.
once his hand was resting around his base, he shifted forward. your legs were spread apart and bottom of your lingerie was pushed to the side, the tip of his cock pushed into your slit and pressed against your clit. he took a few seconds to slowly drag himself down towards your entrance, keeping his eyes on you as you squirmed from the sudden stimulation.
he pressed the head of his cock against your welcoming hole, the tip of him barely inching in before you were releasing a deep breath. once he pushed himself deeper, you moaned. sunghoon took his time to sink into your heat, something that had consequences on both of you. once the majority of his cock was sunk into you, he pulled back only to push back in right after, the rest of his cock sinking into you in one swift motion.
your back arched as he filled you up, your fingers instantly reaching for the sheets under you as you took all of him. his name fell from you in a shaky whimper before you looked at his face. sunghoon was already breathing heavily, his fringe falling into his eyes as he focused on the way your pussy swallowed him hole. you could see the way his chest role heavily with each breath, how his eyes shook as he withdrew himself before pushing back into you. both of you were entering a world of complete and utter pleasure, somewhere only you two were allowed.
both of sunghoon's hands found themselves back on your thighs, he looked up at your face before his grip tightened and he pulled you closer to him, the sudden rough movement caused him to sink deeply into your heat immediately, it was something that led to you crying out loudly without meaning too. sunghoon simply laughed, finding your sudden reaction to be endearing. he wanted more of it.
sunghoon could barely pay attention to the lace that was dragging against the side of his cock with each deep thrust into you. your soaked cunt done nothing but eagerly welcome him and your walls simply squeezed him in the most delicious way possible, a slow pace was not on the cards for your current situation.
that's why his hips bucked against you in the way that they did, his cock pressing deep into you with each smooth thrust. he was taken over by the whines that were leaving you, they sounded just as sweet as your cunt did as it cried out it's tears from how he was fucking you. the wet, squelching filling his ears. he loved every second of it, being able to hear your body cry out about how good it was feeling. it made him feel on top of the world - and incredibly turned on.
he let out a groan as he let go of your thighs so he could lean over you, his forearm took place beside your head on your pillow whilst his other hand grabbed one of yours, pressing it down beside your head. he let your fingers intertwine together, lacing through one another as he thrusted into you again.
there was a ambience in the air, intimacy filling the space around your bodies despite the somewhat harsh way he was fucking himself into you. the deep thrusts held a contrast to the way he had his hand in yours, even more so with the way he looked down at you. you almost believed he had something to say to you, but his words got caught with a deep throated moan replacing them.
sunghoon gulped before he leaned his forehead against your shoulder, his breath falling over your skin as he fucked you. his thrusts seemingly growing quicker in pace as he squeezed your hand and the sheets beside you. your free hand went straight to his hair, your fingers getting lost in the strands as you wrapped your legs around his waist. sunghoon moaned again, neither of you seemed to care too much about not being vocal, your room being filled with intense heavy breathing and your moans clashing together.
the longer he fucked you, the less you could hold it in. you could feel yourself falling apart, your sanity seeping away with each second that passed by. sunghoon felt the same, adoring the feeling of being trapped against you, wanting to stay there for as long as he could. sadly though, he could feel a knot forming in his stomach.
sunghoon wanted to hold back for you, but he couldn't. the tighter your walls squeezed around him, the more he felt himself lose composure. he couldn't do anything to stop himself from erupting and he feared that you could tell from the way his thrusts grew erratic and slowly became sloppy. his thighs shook under his weight as he felt you pull on his hair and whimper out for him to cum, if you had any more strength then you'd be begging for it, but the way you tightened your legs around his waist told him everything you couldn't verbally let out.
"sunghoon please" he heard you whimper, a longer moan left him, he seemed almost animalistic whilst he chased his high. a string of curses slipping from him as his cock continued to press into your walls. the moment his orgasm hit him, it didn't stop. ropes of his cum oozed into you as his thrusts gradually became slowly, he used your cunt to dry himself of any cum he had inside of him. his head fell into the crook of your neck, lips attaching to the skin as he moaned against it, letting you feel everything he had inside of him.
sunghoon barely gave himself time to breathe before he was lifting his head. he brought your hand to his lips and kissed the back of it before slowly pulling himself out of you, he was quick to settle himself between your legs once he had removed them from around his waist. he wordlessly push the lace aside once more before attaching his lips to your clit, not bothering to look at you as he closed his eyes and savoured the taste of you two mixed together.
he wanted to make you cum, he wouldn't have felt right if he didn't and he knew this was a sure way to do it. sometimes you wondered if sunghoon enjoyed eating you out more than you enjoyed the feeling of it, but he assured you that you feeling good was all he cared about and the sweet taste of you was just a bonus.
he moaned against your clit as he took it into his mouth, your fingers instantly finding their way to its hair as your back arched, almost unable to take the stimulation. he pressed his tongue against your hole, licking up your slit until reaching your clit again, his cum being spread along your pussy due to his actions. none of it bothered him, in the moment sunghoon just thought it made everything hotter.
he wrapped his lips around your clit once more, tongue flicking over the bud before he sucked, his eyes still closed as his ears picked up the sound of your whines growing his pitch and his name leaving you repeatedly. he knew you were close, the only way he could soothe you into letting yourself go was to grab one of your hands that was tangled in his hair and hold it in his own once more. he squeezed it, letting his thumb comfort the back of it whilst you dug your nails into his skin.
sunghoon hummed against your clit as your legs shook around him, your body squirming uncontrollably as your orgasm took over. you gasped as it hit, eyes squeezing shut with your back arching once more. a wave of heat washed over your body, your blood running hot as sunghoon continued his assault on your clit. he didn't stop flicking his tongue over the bud until he was sure you were finished and he knew when that came once you attempted to push his head away.
sunghoon looked up at you, his lips releasing your clit with a pop that echoed through out the room. his eyes tired and his lips wet, he smiled sweetly at you, eyes shutting once he leaned his head against your thigh. the lace of the suit you were wearing had been stained with a mix of both of your cum but it was a problem neither of you cared for. all sunghoon could think about whilst your fingers ran through his hair was what he was going to make you wear next.
thinking about stepdad!heeseung who is insatiable and uses you whenever he wants.
You're not sure how it all started. Somewhere along the lines of your mom's third marriage, her sweet husband revealed his true nature to you. Since then, you took pleasure in being his toy, in letting him use you because your mother wasn't enough for him. The thing about your stepdad is that he never cares when or where. If he wants your pussy, he'll take it and you're always too happy to give it to him.
After all, you're just as addicted to his cock.
That's why you find yourself face down with your ass up on your bed, moaning into your pillows as he thrusts his thick cock into your tight hole. It doesn't matter to either of you that your mom is sleeping in the other room. What daddy wants, daddy gets.
"Fuck, daddy!" You cry, arching your back so he can fuck you deeper.
"Shh, baby." Heeseung shushes you through a deep groan, smacking your ass as a reprimand. "You have to stay quiet."
Your juices paint his dick as your stepdad rubs your ass to soothe it. The petulant whine you let out makes his dick throb, and he starts to fuck you harder for being such a nasty girl. The room reeks of sex and filthiness as he drills his cock into your sopping pussy. Heeseung's been fucking you for a long time now, and you can no longer stay quiet.
Not that he really cares. You knows he secretly loves how you can't ever stay quiet when he fucks you.
Heeseung briefly thinks that maybe he shouldn't be taking such a big risk and fucking you while his wife is sleeping in their shared room, but the thought doesn't even cross your mind. Not when his big cock stretches you out just right. You can feel his thick veins slide against your velvety walls, every thrust rougher than the last.
"Sorry." You mewl, not really meaning the apology. "Y-You're just so deep, daddy."
Your cunt squeezes him tightly, eliciting a deep groan that's like music to your ears.
"Yeah?" He laughs, drinking in the way you've already gone dumb on his cock. "Like having daddy all up in your guts, baby?"
He revels in the way your fucked out yes! mixes in with the sound of your ass bouncing back on his pelvis. Your stepdad's hips don't stop, especially when he sees you bury your face in your pillow to try and muffle the filthy cries you're letting out. He grins deviously, loving how you're always trying to be such a good girl for him.
"Shit. This pretty little pussy was made for my cock, huh, baby?" Heeseung grunts, thrusts getting more aggressive when he feels you clenching around him.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as the feeling in your stomach starts to tighten. His long fingers dig into your hips to help you meet his thrusts. Your whimpers are getting louder which makes your stepdad grin sleazily.
"I'm gonna cum, daddy!" You moan into your pillow.
"I know, baby girl." He tells you sweetly, eyes locked on the cream you're leaving on his dick. "Cum on daddy's cock. Let go for me."
It just takes a few more deep thrusts for you to gush all over your daddy's dick. You cry out loudly as Heeseung just keeps fucking you relentlessly through your orgasm. He can feel his own release approaching quicker just seeing and hearing you cream on his cock.
"That's it, baby." Heeseung groans, slapping your ass again. "Such a good girl for daddy."
Your legs start to shake when your stepdad grinds his cock deeper into your pussy. His weeping tip kisses your cervix in a way that makes your cunt gush with more slick. Pleasure shoots up your spine when his hand reaches around to pinch at your clit. Heeseung grins when you pull your head up from your pillow to let out a loud squeal. His hands move to your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft skin harshly.
A choked moan leaves your lips, the squelching from his dick pistoning into your cunt sounding loud and salacious in your room. His rough thrusts grind your clit against your bedspread, sending molten heat to pool in your belly. At this point, you don't try to be quiet anymore, not that either of you care.
"Filthy little girl." Heeseung groans, the sound of you falling apart on his cock for the second time pushing him closer to the edge. "Your mom could walk in at any time and see me pounding your little pussy. What would you do then, hm?"
His cock brushes against your g-spot, making you squeal and clamp down on him. "Daddy!" You cry out. "Please cum in my pussy!"
Heeseung coos lovingly. "Since you're asking so nicely, I'll pump you full of my cumāon one condition."
You mewl desperately, hips moving back to get him to give you what you want.
"Cream on my cock, and I'll breed your sweet little pussy until you're dripping with my cum."
You shudder and moan out his name, hips moving wildly to meet his harsh thrusts. Quicker than either of you expect, your orgasm hits. Your warm walls clamp and pulse around his thick cock as Heeseung fucks you harder and harder. He moans out your name deeply, burying his cock deep inside your hole, cum spurting from his tip as his balls empty into your pussy.
Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he fucks his cum deeper into you until neither of you can handle the sensitivity. Heeseung is breathing heavily, loving that he can feel your mixed cum drip down his sack slowly. He licks his lips, caressing your ass while making no move to slip his dick out of you.
"Such a good girl." Heeseung's voice is sweet and satiated (for now).
He quickly shifts you onto your back and gives you a sloppy, nasty kiss. You moan into each other's mouth when he slowly starts rocking his hips, twitching cock still eager to be milked again.
"My sweet girl's earned a reward." Heeseung groans against your lips. "Daddy's gonna fill you with cum all night, baby."
You clench around your stepdad's cock, ready to be stuffed to the brim.
can you write something like reader having to sleep at their best friend's house (any one of your choice) and reader waking up to them eating her out
kauahahgajajiajayaia its okay if you can't it's been in my mind and i want an actual good writer to write about itšš
I couldnāt pick just one so I hope you donāt mind that I did a little hard thought with the hyung line, each one a different scenario š¤øāāļø
YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA. CONSUMPTION MIND THE WARNINGS.
NSFW WARNINGS: oral (fem rec), fingering, pet names, face riding,
heeseung: ā ļø noncon ā ļø
He knows he shouldnāt, he knows you're drunk and itās wrong to take advantage of you being passed out. But he really canāt help it, and besides, you just had to wear that dress tonight. Is it really his fault that you clumsily fell asleep on his bed? Wearing that little dress that is rising up your thighs showing him a glimpse of the white lace panties youāre wearing.Ā
He crawls onto the bed like a predator stalking its next meal, desire and hunger present in his hooded eyes as he gets closer and closer to your clothed cunt. Lifting your dress up further he clicks his perfect teeth at the small little wet spot that has gathered on the delicate lace. He dips his head lower and lets his tongue trace along the lace pattern letting the mix of your laundry detergent and arousal linger on his tongue. His eyes watch you intently to make sure youāre still sleeping, you are, mouth slightly agape and soft drunken snores spilling out. When he moves the lace out of the way to finally glimpse at your pretty pussy he groans, he doesnāt wanna waste another second. He licks a long stripe in between your folds and hums, you tasted better than he couldāve imagined.Ā
Heās so lost in the taste of you he doesnāt realize youāre stirring awake, your body feels fuzzy and heavy, your vision is blurred, the alcohol is still buzzing through your system. His tongue is skilled, spelling words and numbers and suckling on your bud inbetween. Is this really happening, is your best friend really doing this to you while you sleep? āS-Seungie-ā you breathe out, confusion and fear evident in your voice. He pulls away and gives you his devilishly handsome smirk, āyouāre dreaming baby girl, close your eyes and enjoy it.āĀ
āIām dreaming?ā you mumble, drunken eyes slowly blinking at him. He licks your juice off of your lips as slips his middle finger inside of you making your head roll back with a small whine. āYeah, go back to bed, baby girl.ā He latches back onto your cunt and watches you sink into his mattress as he slips another finger in you making your thighs shake around his head. Humming around your clit, the vibrations make your stomach cave in as more gasps leave your lips, the alcohol in your system and the building orgasm making your brain swimming deliciously.Ā
What a nice dream.Ā
jay: ā ļø dubcon ā ļø
You have always had an interesting friendship with Jay, your days consisted of playful banter and shameless flirting so feelings were bound to happen. You always slept over at his place, it was nothing new. He doesnāt know what really changed, maybe it was the fact that this time you were sleeping on his bed peacefully in his white shirt with no pants on. The normal sleepover took a harder turn when you fell asleep first as he spooned you, your subconscious wiggling your ass in his crotch stirring his cock awake.Ā
You grumble in your sleep and turn completely over so youāre lying on your stomach now, lifting one of your legs slightly giving him a view between your legs. The thin fabric of your panties cling to your cunt tightly, outlining your pussy lips. He so badly wants to kiss those lips, you wouldnāt mind right? You guys are always touching and flirting anyway, you must like him too, right?Ā
The uncomfortable wetness between your legs wakes you up, youāre clinging to the sheet underneath you and your face is buried into the pillow youāre laying on. You gasp feeling something warm slipping into your hole and wiggling around. Looking over your shoulder Jay is behind you eating your pussy like itās his last meal, his large hands on your ass cheeks massaging the plump flesh while his nose is buried between them.Ā
āJ-Jay-ā you whimper, he slips his tongue out from you and looks at your confused face. āJust relax, mamas, let me take care of you.āĀ
He doesnāt give you a chance to respond before heās flipping you on your back and diving back into your pussy. Your hands tangle into his raven hair as your thighs squeeze around his face. You couldnāt even be mad, you've wanted this for so long, fantasizing about what his mouth felt like. Wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep you against him he licks you messily, so much of your arousal and his spit is leaking onto the bed making a mess.
He slips two of his skilled fingers inside of your sodden cunt and groans into you at how well your cunt sucks them in. He plays with your spot like his guitar and it has your body shaking under him, his tongue still flicking against your clit as you whine and tug on his hair. He needs you to cum, he's desperate to taste your release and to hear how you sound while he has you fall apart in his hand.
What are friends for, right?
jake: ā ļø cnc/somno ā ļø
Best friends and also friends with benefits. You two were so painfully single it was no wonder you turned to each other for sexual release on top of your already dependent friendship. Jake was always so needy for you, so establishing a free use relationship was a no brainer. You didnāt mind, and you were just as down bad for him so it was a win-win situation. But you never really talked about somno with him, he always woke you up when he was horny so what changed? He doesnāt even know.
He woke up in the middle of the night with a hard on, heās confused, you two went two rounds before bed, so why the fuck is he still hard? He looks over at your naked body sleeping peacefully, the love bites on your chest and bruises on your hips making him bite his plump bottom lip. Gently opening your legs he wants to moan at the sight of his cum still being nestled safely in between your thighs. Yeah, he knows what he has to do.Ā
You wake up with a gasp feeling his long fingers slip inside of your sore hole, looking down you find Jake messily licking at your pussy with his fingers burned deep inside of you. You were still sore from the rounds you two went but you didnāt care when his fingers found your spot, you bucked into his mouth desperate for more. You could feel him smiling against your pussy realizing youāre awake, he pulls his mouth away and gives you a love drunk grin, ācouldnāt help myself baby.ā His fingers are still working inside of you making you moan his name.
You moved your hips against his hand to match the pace he was finger fucking you at, but it wasnāt enough, you needed his mouth.Ā You shove his hand away from you and scramble on the bed pushing him on his back, heās a little confused at first but gets excited when he sees you crawling up his body placing both of your knees on either side of his head, hovering your dripping pussy over his awaiting mouth.Ā
āSorry I woke you up baby,ā his eyes are blown out, his hands grip onto your thighs pulling you down onto his mouth. His tongue flattens so you can grind your pussy on it, just the way you like it. āShow me how sorry you are,ā you moan, throwing your head back. Your hips grind hard on his tongue, your swollen clit hitting the tip of his nose with each drag.Ā
This was a great way to be woken up.Ā
sunghoon: ā ļø noncon ā ļø
Your best friend in the entire world, he was always there for you, even when you started dating Hwang Hyunjin, Sunghoon stayed present in your life. Your boyfriend always had something negative to say about Sunghoon and you being so close. It was no wonder after a heated argument you ended up at Sunghoonās place wrapped in his arms as he listened to you cry. Poor naive thing, you cried yourself to sleep on his sofa. He watches you for a minute contemplating his next move, well you always were a heavy sleeper.Ā
You donāt stir at all when he pulls your black panties down your legs. He grabs both of your hands and holds them in his, lacing your fingers together. From the outside looking in, it would look very romantic and passionate, but he just wants to make sure if/when you wake up he has a tight grip on you so you canāt move away from him.Ā
You think youāre dreaming, you can feel the familiar band in your belly ready to snap, youāre hot, it feels like youāre suffocating from not breathing properly. Your eyes flutter open when you feel teeth lightly sucking and pulling on your clit, did you go home? Why is Hyunjin doing this when youāre pissed at him? When your eyes finally open you peer down between your open legs and gasp seeing your best friend devouring you.Ā
Your gasp catches his attention, his dark eyes meet yours and the grip he has on your hands tightens when you try to pull your hands out of his. āSunghoon what-AH!ā He doesnāt let you finish your sentence, he sucks on your clit harder, letting his sharp canines scrape along your pussy. He wasnāt letting up, as soon as your sweet slick hit his taste buds he was a goner, he wasnāt letting you go now, you were his. This was wrong, you were in a relationship, your best friend shouldn't be doing this to you. But, you couldnāt help the building orgasm bubbling in your belly.Ā
His tongue was relentless working against your pussy, pitiful whines escaped your mouth as tears pricked your eyes. You tried pulling your hands away from him again but his grip tightened again, growling into your cunt and shaking his head smearing your juices around. Slipping his tongue inside of you had him grinding his crotch into the sofa, your hole was sucking in his tongue and clenching around him. You wanted to yell at him to stop but all the air was constricting in your body, you didnāt even realize how close your orgasm was until it washed over you, you screamed his name as the euphoria and heat rolled over your body. Your arousal soaked his face as he greedily licked and slurped up the sweet nectar, careful not to waste any.Ā
He pulls off your pussy and smiles as your body shakes with pitiful sobs, but the obnoxious ringing of your phone distracts him, his smile drops seeing Hyunjinās name flash across the screen. He finally lets go of your hands and picks up the phone, an idea pops in his brain and he's giving you a sinister smirk, āletās put on a show.āĀ
šnhypen x fem!reader ļøļøā¹ļø cw: angst, no fluff (yet), reader is mostly viewed as a loser and nerd, lowercase intended, kinda went overboard with hoon's, reader gets called a bitch once, not proofread!
sypnosisļ¹after a few months of dating, you find out you were just a bet.
part two (tba!)
ā LEE HEESEUNG (wc 0.3k)
you and lee heeseung has been dating for a total of five months, and throughout those months you can confidently say that you were the happiest. he was the perfect boyfriend, his family loved you and so did yours.
today, heeseung promised he would take you on a date after his basketball practice despite your protests on how he should be resting instead. you wouldn't have agreed if it weren't for the fact that he had shot you with his pleading big doe eyes that never fails to make you agree on whatever he asks for.Ā
so here you were, making your way towards the gymnasium with your bag hanging on your left shoulder. the lack of dribbling and smacking basketball noise from behind the closed doors told you that their practice was done.
entering quietly out of habit, you were about to approach your boyfriend when you overheard his teammates talking to him.
"don't tell me you're still with her?" asked one of boys, an amused smile on his face. heeseung only raised a brow.
"what? you won the bet, you can dump her now. you're ruining our image you know? plus she's a total nerd and loser, you're much better with someone like yunhee." and with only just a few words, you felt your world crashing down.
right, who would date someone like you? you always found it weird, that heeseung just approached you one day in your biology class with the cheekiest smile on his face. the fact that he wouldn't leave you alone until you've agreed to go on a date with him. it all made sense now, why the popular basketball captain suddenly gained interest on the school's "biggest nerd."
"speaking of.." another guy spoke, nodding towards you with a cheeky smile. heeseung turned around only to be met with your glassy eyes.
you didn't move, wanting to hear him defend you. wanting to tell his teammates that you weren't a bet and he actually liked you throughout the months you two have been dating.
his silence said everything and with that you turned away and ran out of the gym.
"shit." he muttered, running after you.
ā PARK JONGSEONG (wc 0.3k)
"i'll pick you up later, okay?" your boyfriend of almost a year said softly through the phone. you've been dating jay since the first week of your first year in uni, others found your relationship weird. maybe because back in high school, jay never and refused to even spare you a glance. he was an asshole who looked at you as if you were the epitome of disgusting.
but the past is in the past now, right?
"okay baby, see you." you reply and put your phone down on your table, knowing that he's usually the one who ends the call.
you go back to the papers scattered on your table. the silence in your room was disturbed by sudden noises in your phone, turning to look, you see that jay hasn't ended the call.
picking your phone up with a smile, you were about to call out for him but a voice stopped you.
"i can't believe you've gone this far dude." you recognized the slightly muffled voice, it was a friend of jongseong's.
"what do you mean?" your boyfriend grumbled. the audio was muffled, you figured he was moving and the phone was in his pocket.
"you're still dating her!" the voice exclaimed, as if amused. "seriously, i didn't think you'd take that bet seriously. fine you win, i'll clean your car for a month. but you've gotta cut it out, you're starting to disgust me." the boy laughed.
before you could hear what your boyfriend would say, you ended the call. your hand was trembling and tears were falling from your eyes unconsciously.
were all those months just a joke to him? were your feelings really worth a free car wash for just a month? were you that unworthy?
jay was an asshole back in high school, you thought he changed. turns out he didn't, you felt like a fool for falling for his antics.
ā SIM JAEYUN (wc 0.3k)
if someone would be asked who you were, they'd all say the same thing. a loner, pathetic loser, and a nobody with a pretty face.
because what was a pretty face if you had no friends and a social life?
you almost believed you would die alone, you were too socially awkward to make friends. so when sim jaeyun, the transferee, approached you with a warm smile and a hand outstretched for a shake, you were beyond shocked.
your relationship went from being block mates, friends, then next thing you knew you two were dating. at first you were reluctant to enter a relationship, scared that it would ruin your friendship, but he insisted you both tried. that was three months ago.
you didn't have any friends, but atleast you had jake.
jake who smiles at you as if you had carved the stars in your hands. jake who would never forget to bring your coffee every morning. he was everything you ever needed. he was it for you, you only hoped he felt the same towards you.
walking through the hallway of the school, you stopped infront of your locker only to be met with a sticky note on it.
HOW LONG CAN JAKE LAST WITH LOSER L/N?
A WEEK : å - å - å - å - III
FIVE MONTHS : å - I
A YEAR : II
Furrowing your brows, you stare at the note as your breathing grew heavy. It was obvious that the paper was old, it had folds and it was only stuck on your locker with a washi tape.
"what are you doing l/n? go on, cast your vote." a mocking voice said from beside you followed by a bunch of laughter. "personally, i thought he'd last a day. i guess i'll vote for five months then." then the hand went and tallied on the five months category.
"what's going on here?" upon hearing your boyfriend's voice, you fled away immediately, not wanting to face him. everytime something good happens in your life, it's always ripped away from you. jake was just like them, you were just a toy for their own entertainment.
ā PARK SUNGHOON (wc 0.5k)
"i'm sorry baby, i really am busy with practice tomorrow." your boyfriend, sunghoon, says in genuine sorry. it was the fifth time you have asked him to meet your parents, who also by the way was so desperate to meet the boy you've been dating for seven months now.
every time you ask him, he's always busy. either with practice, a project, a family matter, or whatever excuse he can come up with. but you always brush it off, knowing he means well and he really is busy as he's an athlete student.
"i'll meet them next week, okay? i promise." that's also the same thing he says everytime too, and once again, you only nod in response.
you and sunghoon met in a physics class. he was clutching his head with a frown on his face as he desperately tried to understand what the professor was going on about.
you remember clearly the way he approached you in the library, a physics book on his left hand as his right scratched his nape. "can.. i noticed- uh, can you help me with this topic?"
that was where your relationship started. you tutored him and helped him improve his grade. when he got an A on the finals, he kissed you on the lips in glee. he was taken aback by his own actions but nevertheless asked you out after.
"i love you," he whispers, pressing a kiss on your temple. "let me get something from my room." you hum in response as he takes his arm that was previously wrapped around you before going up to his room.
you can't help but notice the way his phone was blowing up from beside you.
you weren't the type to snoop around other people's phones, especially your boyfriend. it just felt wrong, you trusted him fully. but the way it kept ringing with text notifications, you just couldn't help it.
looking back to the stairs, you note he isn't back and there was still rummaging noises from his room.
taking his phone, you enter his passcode and read the messages from one of his group chats.
JONGSU
lol don't tell me she asked again.. em ba rrah sing
DAEHYUN
hahah when is she gonna take a hint?? š
JOON
you gonna blame her? hoon's been at it for months lmao
DAEHYUN
i actually can't believe he went that far, wasn't it only supposed to be for a month? šæ
JONGSU
a week actually, but ig that bitch y/n was so easy. yk hoon likes to get his ego fed šš
putting the phone down, you exhaled in disbelief. you took your bag from the floor and threw it over your shoulder and went to the door of his apartment to put your shoes back on.
"baby?" sunghoon emerged from the stairs, looking at you curiously. "you're going already?" he asked, extending an arm towards you but you slapped it away. the tears on your eyes shocking him.
"hey, hey what's wrong?" he tried again but his hand was yet again slapped away.
"i don't want to see you ever again." was the last words you uttered to him (shakily) before leaving his apartment.
SUMMARY: due to a storm, his parents are stuck in a motel for the night while you are stuck at his house. with wi-fi not working, heeseung canāt think of anything better than recreating the scenes of your smutty books.
WARNINGS: established relationship, unprotected sex (donāt be silly, wrap your willy!), fingering, standing sex (?), missionary, pussy eating, masturbation, dirty talking, blowjob, oral (m and f receiving), rough sex, chocking, i lied about the doggy style, pet names (angel, baby), lmk if more, NOT PROOFREAD.
a/n: honestly the intro sucks and so does the outro but i swear the smut is GOOD. literally 3k words of filthy porn ngl. enjoy lol. please LIKE & REBLOG to spread and let me knows your thoughts š
What was supposed to be a cozy Thursday night ended up in you being forced to stay at Heeseungās house for the night.
Forced? Not really, you enjoyed the excuse of spending more time with your boyfriend. Because of a flooding caused by the storm outside, you werenāt able to go back home.
But neither were his parents, who were supposed to have a nice date and ended up being blocked by the horrible weather.
The sound of the raindrops tapping against the window filled the room as Heeseung turned off the shower.
You were laying on his bed with your back to the wall as you peacefully read your book, thankful that your sixth sense made you bring it.
Heeseung entered the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist while he used another to dry his damp hair.
āReading still?ā He asked, nudging the book with toe. āEw.ā You stated, pushing his foot away āAnd yes.ā
Heeseung just chuckled and moved to get his clothes from the drawer āHeard from your parents?ā
He hummed āI called them before showering, they said theyāll stay at a motel,ā He put his boxers on āBut before they could say more, the line cut off.ā
You threw a glance at the window āThis storm is going to destroy a lot of things.ā
Heeseung struggled to put on shorts and then rounded the bed, the mattress lowering where his weight was.
āI bet theyāre having some wild sex right now.ā You joked, flipping another page of your book.
Heeseung pinched your side āEw? I donāt really want to think about my parents going at it.ā He laughed, laying down beside you.
āCareful, you might have a brother soon.ā You joked again, earning another gentle pinch.
A couple of minutes passed by and Heeseung groaned āWi-fi doesnāt work.ā He threw his phone at the end of the bed. āI canāt play games.ā
āPoor you.ā You cooed, caressing the hand he had placed on your hip, his chest pressed against your back.
āCanāt you put your book down and give me attention?ā You could hear the pout in his voice āNo boy, Iām at an important point.ā
āEvil.ā Heeseung murmured as he settled into a more comfortable position, strangely not going anywhere to do something else.
You felt his hand on your side, relaxed as well as his breath even. āHe mustāve fallen asleepā, You thought, as you flipped another page of your book, unable to stop your eyes from reading the scene unfolding before you.
If Heeseung was to casually open his eyes and read even one line of the chapter, he would certainly make fun of you.
Who even reads smut in their boyfriendās bed?
You felt his hand flex on your stomach but you didn't really mind, he would always move uncontrollably when asleepā sometimes, even kicking you.
As your mind proceeded the words written down on paper, your body reacted to it, almost unconsciously.
You could feel your core pulse in need, your body temperature raising and at the same time goosebumps appeared on your skin.
It always happened, you couldnāt help the way your imagination wandered with the characters of the book, the tension and the way they cared for each other. It was all too tempting, you could feel your stomach fill with butterflies.
But your boyfriend was sleeping and you didnāt want to disturb him, knowing he already had troubles falling asleep ā the reason why he always stayed up late to play games ā, so you kept quiet.
You felt Heeseung shift behind you, the hand on your stomach circling your waist until he was able to pull you against his chest, his breath hot against your ear.
You held your breath as he changed position, not making any sudden movement while he used you like you were a teddy bear.
Gulping down, you waited a few beats before focusing your attention back on the chapter.
Itās not like you and Heeseung had never gone further than third base, but it was always soā¦ vanilla.
You longed for someone to use you for your own pleasure, to talk you through your multiple orgasms, to mark you up and manhandle you like a doll.
But you would never have the courage to confess that to Heeseung.
Yes, you two had been together for almost a year and half though you werenāt ready to open up to your contorted fantasies. Afraid that he may run away, you loved him too much for that.
So, you hid in your imagination, burying your nose in books that filled the void inside of you.
Letting out a quiet sigh, you tried to calm the fire igniting your bones, but your hips shifted uncomfortably, the ache between your legs too strong to be ignored.
Suddenly, Heeseung spoke to your ear, voice low and husky āYou want to show me too?ā You jolted and closed the book, catching your finger in middle, hissing at the pain.
You turned your face around and caught his gaze, something different inside it. Something primal.
āI-I thought you were sleeping.ā You said, blinking faintly and Heeseung smirked, āI was reading with you.ā
He reached the book from your hand and like a fool, you let him take it. He opened the page where you had left your finger in and cleared his throat āHe looked at her with a strange urge, his attention gliding to her face,ā He started reading.
āHis voice was low when he said āShow me, show me how you touch yourself when youāre alone in the middle of the nightā.ā
The heat that was once in your stomach moved to your cheeks, embarrassment coating your expression.
āItās just a chapter, I was skipping it.ā You tried to reach back for your book but he held it up, sitting āAh, lying is bad, Y/N.ā
Heeseungās smirk was cocky āYou seemed pretty into it.ā You scoffed, āGive it back.ā
Your boyfriend was clearly enjoying it, the way you blushed and the flustered look on your face. He licked his bottom lip and eyed you up and down.
Only when you lowered your gaze, unable to meet his, did you notice the hard-on he was sporting. Was he enjoying it the same way you were?
āThereās no wi-fi.ā He stated, āAnd my parents arenāt home, donāt you think we should occupy our time?ā
This side of him was something you had never seen, perhaps, had he the same hidden likings as yours? Looked like you were about to find out.
āHow?ā You asked, your voice hoarse, barely yours. Heeseung glanced back at the page and said āTake off your shorts.ā
Your breath hitched in your throat, āW-What?ā And he just chuckled darkly āDo you think I didnāt notice your body language, mh? Do you think I didnāt see how you were cravingā¦ this?ā He raised the book.
āNow, take off your shorts or Iāll have to do it myself.ā Normally, you would comply, but you were feeling bold, adrenaline shooting in your veins, so you said instead, āMake me.ā
His eyes darkened, his brow raised. He placed the book on the bed and crawled towards you as you backed away until your back hit the headboard.
He kept eye contact while his fingers hooked around your shorts, and instead of his usual slow pace, he yanked them off.
You gasped at the sudden force, soon enough your shorts were laying on the floor āIsnāt this what you want?ā He questioned.
āYou want someone to dominate you, uh? To show you whatās your place?ā Your whole body shivered from his words as you mindlessly nodded.
āAll this time Iāve been gentle, afraid to make you uncomfortable,ā He gripped your panties āBut all you wanted was to be fucked, hard, isnāt it?ā He ripped them off you, the sound of fabric stretching making you gasp again.
He smirked and threw the messy fabric on the floor, with your shorts āSo, Iāll follow what you like.ā He pointed at the book resting on the duvet āPlay with yourself.ā
You widened your eyes. Heeseungās behaviour was different from his usual one, though you couldnāt say you didnāt like it. Lord, you were drenched just from his words and he could see it, the way your juices coated your pussy, spread in front of him.
You gulped and slowly moved your hand down, reaching your clit which you started circling.
A soft hum escaped your lips at the sweet feeling and you watched him, his gaze so primal and full of lust as he took in the sight of you touching yourself.
Just a few beats passed before he asked āYou know what she does now, right?ā And you nodded, lifting your hand up to his lips. He hummed and took them inside his mouth, his warm tongue twirling around your digits.
The taste of you, even if it was just brief, was enough to make his head spin, so delicious and intoxicating.
You removed them āLet me watch while you fuck yourself.ā He said and was suddenly aware of your position. Of how open you were in front of him, your folds clenching around nothing.
Heeseung raised an impatient brow and you hurried to coat your fingers in your juices, rubbing them against your entrance before thrusting one inside.
You moaned, your fingers brushing against your g-spot right away, given all the times youād done this.
Heeseung licked his bottom lip, the taste of you still lingering in his mouth, on his tongue. He could feel his shorts grow tighter by the minute, his desire for you overtaking any rational thought.
āOne more baby, I know you can take it.ā He urged and you complied, adding a second digit to your ministration.
Heeseung let out a groan, his eyes locked on you as you brought pleasure to yourself. He quickly took the book back in his hands and flicked the page, a wicked smile on his lips.
āYeah, bet youāll like this.ā He said as he pushed himself down the bed and took you by the back of your thighs, tilting your body until it was pending at the edge of the bed.
You stopped your movements and pulled your fingers out with a āPOPā sound, resting on your elbows to look down at him āHee?ā
āDonāt worry, angel.ā He pried your legs open, his breath fanning on your cunt, making you squeeze your eyes āJust need to taste your sweet pussy.ā
And then you felt it, the swipe of his tongue across your folds, your mind clouding from the pleasure as soft gasps escaped your lips.
Heeseung ate you like a starved man, alternating sucking on your clit and fucking you with his tongue, his strong grip prevented you from squirming around.
You rocked your hips against his mouth, needing to chase the pleasure building inside your lower belly.
You reached a hand and placed it on his head, your fingers tangling in his locks, āMh, thatās it, angel.ā He murmured, āFuck my tongue.ā
And so you followed his orders, moving with deep and slow thrusts, just enough to send jolts of pleasure through your jody as Heeseung stuck his warm tongue inside of you.
Soon, your movements grew sloppier and faster, your lips parted āIāmā Iām gonnaāā And before you could even finish your sentence, your orgasm hit you, making your back arch off the bed, your legs shaking.
āThis was so hot, baby.ā Heeseung pressed a few more kitten licks on your clit before raising himself, caressing your thighs with his thumbs.
You looked up at him, your breath still uneven from the great amount of pleasure he had put you in.
He gave you a small smirk before reaching behind you and taking your forgotten book back. He flipped the pages āSpoiler, she gives him a BJ.ā He said.
You chuckled, your body now recovered as you sat up āAnd you donāt want it?ā You batted your eyelashes.
Heeseung took a steady breath. āDonāt tempt me.ā He quickly searched further one the book, scanning lines and as he found something he liked, he pointed at it, a small laugh escaping his lips.
āAs much as I love feeling your mouth around me, I want to feel you whole.ā He murmured.
You sat up, crawling towards him to the edge of the bed āMaybe I want to.ā
His breath caught in his throat, your vicinity and your words going straight to his cock āThe way she does.ā
Heeseung went back to the chapter where it all started, scanning the lines until he read āAfter making her see stars, he quickly unbuttoned his jeans, his gaze dangerous. āYour moans were so sweet, darling.ā He murmured, lowering his jeans and boxers, his cock sprung free.ā He paused to gulp.
āHe took the back of her head and moved her ātill her neck bent in an awkward position, his red tip brushing against her lips.ā He lowered the book.
āIs this how you want it? Rough?ā Heeseung questioned and you nodded āMight as well follow the script.ā You shrugged.
A low groan built in his throat, you tugged the hem of his shirt āThis off?ā Your eyes glistened with fake innocence.
Heeseung swiftly worked his shirt off, throwing it on the floor. Itās not like you had never seen him without a shirt on, you were used to him during beach dates or pool parties, but it was always so breathtaking.
Heeseung smirked, noticing the way your hungry stare was studying his chest. In the blink of an eye his shorts joined his shirt, his cock hard and angry, some pre-cum smeared over the tip.
āBe a good girl and open up for me,ā He murmured as he climbed on the bed, his hand clutching the headboard to keep himself steady.
You quickly laid down, his hips hovering on your face. You looked up at him, doe-eyes looking ever so pureā¦ And then you took him all in your mouth.
Heeseung threw his head back at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cock, your head bobbing back and forth.
āFuck,ā He breathed out, his eyes meeting yours āSo good, always so good.ā
He caressed your cheek, his thumb grazing gently your skin as his hips bucked, meeting your pace.
He then pulled out, making you frown which was soon transformed when his lips met yours.
You could feel his cock twitching between your breasts, one of his hands squeezing it as his lips claimed yours.
The kiss was sloppy and messy, both of your tongues moving together, his spit down your throat.
He was delaying his orgasm, you noted, because he wouldāve cum just from a few licks of yours.
And then he pulled his lips away from yours to thrust his throbbing length inside your mouth again āMhā¦ Yesā Shit. Youāre so good, angel. Mouth made just for me.ā He praised as he moved.
You hummed, sending waves of pleasure all through his body.
You gripped his thighs, bobbing your head faster, desperate to bring him the pleasure he deserved.
Heeseung understood and gripped the headboard with both of his hands, his hips thrusting inside of your warm and wet mouth. He hit the back of your throat, making you gag āIām so close.ā He breathed out.
At his words, you ignored the burning sensation building in your throat and hollowed your cheeks, with a few more thrusts he was emptying himself with a groan.
When he pulled out, you licked any drop of cum that spilled out your mouth and hummed happily.
Heeseung chuckled, leaning down again to capture your lips in a messy but loving kiss.
You playfully bit his bottom lip and he pulled away, yelping āBrat.ā
You smiled at him and sat up, your voice just briefly hoarse āWhat happens next?ā
Heeseungās gaze darkened but his words were serious āYou sure you want to continue?ā He sighed softly, āBaby, I donāt want to hurt you.ā
You smiled reassuringly and beckoned to the book āTime to change chapter.ā
Heeseung let out a quiet groan, his cock visibly twitching āHe fucks her against the wall.ā He narrated what he had read āHard, hand around her throatā¦ is that what you want?ā
Just the idea of doing it that way had you drenched down there, a shiver ran along your spine āYes, Hee.ā You breathed out, and to emphasise you add āI need it.ā
āMy nasty girl.ā He practically growled as he got up from the bed, taking you with him and slammed you against the wall of his bedroom.
You yelped when your back hit the cold surface, the tapping of the raindrops on the window your background music.
Heeseung claimed your lips again as one of his hands snuck to squeeze your backside, his fingers kneading it.
You could again feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach, its warmth infecting your core.
āIāve always wanted to fuck you,ā He whispered on you throat āTo have you milk my cock as I take you so hard you canāt say a coherent word.ā
You rocked your hips against his, a clear effect of his words, your arms wrapped around his neck.
As if you weighed nothing, he raised you and you wrapped your legs around his sculpted waist.
Without any warning except for the aligning of his cock, he slammed deep inside of you, making you moan out.
Heeseung wasnāt the biggest cock youāve seen, but he surely was the longest. You could feel him so deep, he could probably even reach your stomach if he tried hard enough.
You gripped the back of his neck like your life depended on it as he moved without any mercy, pulling all the way out until the tip just to slam back in, knocking the air out of your lungs.
He snuck one hand between your breasts and reached your throat, wrapping it around it. He gripped, not enough to choke you but good enough to make you light-headed.
His cock pounded hard into you, driving your brain into nothing but a puddle of his name, the one you screamed and moaned.
Your nails dug into his shoulders and he grunted, rewarding you with a deeper thrust, one you can almost feel in your centre, where the familiar knot was tightening.
Your eyes rolled back, just moans and whimpers escaping your lips.
Heeseung removed the hand from your throat and gripped your neck instead, letting your lungs that were screaming in protest fill with air up to their capacity.
He moved so your forehead pressed against his, both of you panting in each otherās mouth, your pussy clenching around him.
He groaned, he put one of his hands on the wall to steady himself as his hips kept bucking fast on yours, the sound of skin slapping mixing up with the rainās.
āIs this what you like, baby?ā Heeseung asked, moving his face to gently nip on your neck.
Your whole body felt sensitive from the attention he was giving it, from his small hickeys to the way he kept hitting your sweet spot āY-yes.ā You croaked out āFeels sāgood, fuck.ā
Heeseung grinned and stilled, twitching inside of you with a groan.
Before you could even comprehend it, he had you with your back on the mattress, never pulling out of you.
Your legs spread open, eager to feel him in you, to let him claim him.
āFuck,ā He grunted out, his pace never once faltering as he gripped your thighs to help himself, surely there would be marks the next day āFeels like heaven inside of you.ā
You answered with a muffled whimper, not sure if your brain could even form out a word anymore.
He leaned on you, chest pressed against chest as he hid his face in the crook of his neck, his hot breath hitting your skin.
You rolled your eyes back, the pleasure building inside of you almost unbearable āHee..ā You breathed out, gripping his forearm to warn him where words couldnāt reach.
āI know,ā He murmured, āMe too, babyā¦ā
You cried out as you tried to delay your orgasm the same way he could do, but the pleasure was too much and before you could even try to resist more, you saw white.
Your back arched off the bed and squirmed around, your walls clenching tight around Heeseung who, despite your state, never stopped thrusting.
āShitā Where do you want it?ā He asked, because it was in some ways a first timer. First time going rough, first time going raw.
You couldnāt find your voice, your eyes watery from the impact of your orgasm, so you wrapped your legs around his waist, trapping him.
He frowned āAre youā Fuck.ā You felt his cum filling you up to the brim, the sensation so sweet a gasp left your lips as he rocked slowly, adrenaline lowering.
After a couple of minutes where neither of you had the energy to move, Heeseung raised himself and offered you a warm smile āHow was it?ā He questioned as he stood up.
The sight of you, sprawled on his bed with both your seeds running down your thighs was enough to make him pop another boner, which earned him a side eye from you.
āDonāt worry, baby.ā Heeseung chuckled, opening one of the drawers to retrieve one of his shirts and helping you in it. He then carefully cleaned you up, dried the sweat running down your forehead and after putting back on his shorts and underwear, he laid beside you.
One of his arms snuck around your shoulder, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead āYouāll have to go commando, since I ripped your panties.ā You giggled, hugging him tighter.
āI really enjoyedā¦ this.ā Heeseung smirked, āI bet.ā He glanced at the book, now resting on the bedside table āCome to me when you start another book, yeah?ā
Heeseung absentmindedly squeezed your breast through the shirt āIāll make sure to recreate it allā¦ even may steal some of the lines.ā
Content that he wasnāt going to judge you for your strange likings, rather supporting them, you let yourself be held as the storm outside slowly died, the breeze hitting your skin as you fell asleep, safe in his arms.
I would wanna keep it different from my own ghostface!hoon. I mentioned hoon in this story is smart so I would make that my jumping point. I could see him drugging her and pulling a Billy Loomis and stabbing himself to make it look like he fought Jake. Cops would come and he would tell this elaborate story that she and him are secret lovers and decided to get high and hookup at the mirror house and Jake found out !! He tells the cops Jake beat her up (sheāll have the bruises to match) and he had to kill Jake cause Jake was hurting his girl š theyād test her and find hoons cum in her and the drugs in her system, and after learning Hoon is a quiet guy who is at the top of his class on the deans list they wouldnāt even question his story. Dude has never been in trouble, he would never murder anyone on purpose.
to make it even more crazy, I would make her lose her memory since he slammed her head on the floor in the end, so he convinces her that the story he made up is true. sheās branded this horrible slut who got her popular boyfriend killed and gets isolated from her friends, so who else does she have to lean on?? hellloooo hoonie is gonna take care of her šāāļø
warnings: angst, slight fluff, smut (mdni), multiple sex scenes, unprotected sex, oral (m&f rec.), multiple orgasms, fingering, car sex, cliffside bj, white dragon, slightly toxic!jay at the beginning, possessive, crime (obvs), mentions of robbery, theft, guns, money laundering, violence, blood, overall criminal behaviour from multiple parties, tough love, confrontation, touch her and you'll die, anything else lmk!
w.c: 34k (sorry)
synopsis: synopsis: visiting your tax fraudulent dad in prison and nothing was new, except the boy being carted in to the police station in cuffs. when you follow your connection on a reckless whim, it opens you up to a world filled with crime, love, and realisations about who you are.
a/n: hi! this was heavily anticipated and i went back and forth on this for a long time regarding making it a series or keeping it a one shot. In the end, i decided to make it just one thing. i really do hope you like it, i tried to set the pace as best i could with the little wordcount blr will give me so i am praying it's okay! anyway, enjoy! as always, reblogs, comments, etc etc are all appreciated and loved <3
āNow be a good girl for me, Y/N,ā your dad gushes, his eyes tired and hand placed against the glass. He looks like half the man he was before stepping into this place.
The greyness of the prison seems to leech the colour from everything around it, leaving only the stark contrasts of shadows and light, along with his navy and white uniform. The fluorescent lights inside cast a sickly pallor on your father's face, accentuating the lines of worry and regret etched into his once confident features.
He was a self-made man, once the toast of the town, known for his business acumen and seemingly Midas touch. But behind the facade of success, he had been entangled in a web of deceit. It all began with a seemingly harmless decision to bend the rules - just a little. He had justified it to himself as a necessary measure, a way to keep the business afloat during tough times. It was just a bit of creative accounting, he had thought. But what started as a small indiscretion soon snowballed into a full-blown scheme of tax evasion.
For years, he had hidden his tracks well, moving money through a labyrinth of offshore accounts, shell companies, and falsified records. His lifestyle had grown ever more lavish, the fruits of his ill-gotten gains displayed in a sprawling mansion, luxury cars, and vacations to exotic locales. Yet, the more he accumulated, the more paranoid he became, always looking over his shoulder, fearing the day when his carefully constructed house of cards would come crashing down.
And crash it did. An anonymous tip-off to HMRC triggered an investigation that swiftly unravelled the elaborate fraud. The evidence was damning ā millions of pounds in unpaid tax, laundered funds, and fraudulent claims. The trial was short and sharp, the verdict inevitable. The judge's gavel fell with finality, marking the end of his freedom and the start of his journey behind bars.Ā
Luckily, or unluckily depending on how you view it, he only got five years in prison which is unheard of for someone who committed such a lavish crime with lots of money involved. So far, he has served four and a bit out of five years and is set to come home in 6 months.
However, that freedom is still a while away, and the only way you can see him now is through this thick glass panel, speaking to him through a telephone. The visitation room is grim and impersonal, with rows of metal chairs bolted to the floor, and a cacophony of muffled conversations echoing off the hard surfaces. The phone is cold in your hand, a lifeline to the man who once seemed invincible.
Your dad's prison uniform hangs loosely on his frame, the drab, coarse fabric a far cry from the tailored suits he used to wear. He shifts uncomfortably on the small stool, the shackles around his wrists clinking softly with every movement. Every visit you have with your dad, itās always the same jargon; āBe a good girlā, āStay out of troubleā, or, āDonāt be bad like your dad.ā Itās always a useless reminder because, for 20 years of your life, you have never once gotten into bother.
From a young age, you have been the epitome of a model child. You always listen to your parents, excel in school, and never once give them cause for worry. Your teachers often remarked on your diligence and kindness, always quick to help a struggling classmate or volunteer for a school project. While other kids might have dabbled in teenage rebellion, you stayed focused, driven by an internal compass that always pointed towards doing the right thing.
You are just so scared of disappointing your father.
Even at University, you stay away from parties and stay focused on keeping your head straight, making friends with people of similar character to you - if they even are still your friends. Most of them dipped on you once your father got convicted, not wishing to be associated with a criminalās daughter, or more importantly, a girl with no money.
Little did they know that you were very much still wealthy thanks to your dadās extra-sneaky antics.
Now, sitting across from your father in the sterile confines of the prison, you feel a pang of sorrow mixed with frustration. His reminders to stay out of trouble feel almost insulting, a stark contrast to the reality of your life. You have always been the one to shoulder responsibilities, to pick up the pieces and move forward.
Sometimes, you wish you could just do something out of character, something others would deem reckless.
āDad, Iāve never been in trouble,ā you remind him gently, trying to hide the sting of your words. āIāve always been a good girl, remember?ā To a fault, sometimes.
He sighs, the weight of his guilt evident in his tired eyes. āI know, Y/N. I justā¦I worry about you. I donāt want you to end up like me.ā
āYou donāt have to worry,ā you say firmly. āIām not you. You made it perfectly clear the path I need to be on.ā
Your words sting into his chest, but his face never shows it. Youāre right anyway, you have always lived up to his impossible expectations. Instead, he nods and relents, dropping the subject altogether. Just in time, too, because the guard quickly steps in to wrap up the visit.
āTimeās up,ā the guard announces, his tone brisk and indifferent.
You both hesitate for a moment, savouring the last few seconds before the separation. āI love you, Dad,ā you say, your voice soft but resolute.
āI love you too, Y/N. Be strong,ā he replies, his hand still pressed against the glass.
With a final nod, you place the phone back on the hook and stand up, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on you as you walk away. The sound of the door buzzing open and then locking behind you is a harsh reminder of the reality you both face.
Stepping out of the visiting room, a tumult of emotions surges within you - sadness, frustration, and a lingering sense of helplessness. Each step feels heavy, as if the burdens of your father's past are pressing down on your shoulders. The overhead lights in the corridor cast a stark, cold glow, reflecting off the polished linoleum floor and intensifying the sterile atmosphere of the prison. You hate it here, trying to avoid the place as much as possible, only visiting your dad maybe once every five months.
Itās not that you donāt love him but this place isnāt built for someone like you.
As you navigate the maze of hallways to head to the exit, a sudden commotion draws your attention. Two guards are escorting a man into the facility, his wrists bound behind his back with handcuffs. He walks with a defiant swagger, despite the firm grips on his arms. His black slacks and tight-fitted black polo shirt cling to his muscular frame, giving him an air of unrefined power. His hair, meticulously gelled back, now shows signs of disarray from the rough handling, with a few rebellious strands falling across his forehead.
"Fucking calm down, I'm walking with you," he growls, his voice dripping with sarcasm and defiance. The deep timbre of his words reverberates through the corridor, causing a ripple of tension among the guards and onlookers.Ā
You pause, momentarily taken aback by the scene unfolding before you. The man's audacity and the raw edge in his voice contrast sharply with the controlled environment of the prison, sparking an unexpected intrigue. Certain prisoners cause scenes, but never have you seen it up close, only hearing about it through the words of your father.
As the guards march him up the corridor, his dark eyes lock onto yours for a brief moment. His face is strikingly beautiful - dark eyebrows framing his symmetrical face and dangerous eyes that seem to pierce right through you. He looks more like a model than a felon, and the incongruity of his appearance in this setting sends a jolt through your system.
His gaze trails down your body as he gets closer to you, slow and deliberate, igniting a rush of heat that spreads from your cheeks to your core. His eyes linger on your curves, and you notice the way he licks his lips, a predatory smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The intensity of his attention makes your breath catch, and for a moment, the world narrows down to just the two of you in this stark, fluorescent-lit hallway.
āHey, darlinā, howās it going?ā he asks as he passes, his tone nonchalant but menacing, the kind of menacing that makes your pulse quicken and your skin tingle.
āMove along,ā one of the guards snaps, shoving him forward. But even as they push him into a room, he cranes his neck to keep you in his sight for as long as possible. His eyes burn with defiance and amusement, and he smirks, the expression filled with a dangerous charm that leaves you momentarily breathless.
The door slams shut behind him, and the spell is broken. Youāre left standing in the corridor, your heart racing and your mind reeling from the unexpected encounter. The raw magnetism of his presence lingers in the air, intertwining with the myriad of emotions already churning within you.
āMaāam, please come this way,ā a guard gestures for you to step through the gated door. Numbly, you follow his direction, your mind still preoccupied with the intensity of those dark eyes.
You step through the gate, hearing the metallic clink as it locks behind you. Making your way to the front desk, you feel a strange mix of adrenaline and bewilderment coursing through you. You remove your visitorās badge and place it on the desk, your fingers lingering on the smooth plastic for a moment.
āWho was that?ā you ask, trying to sound casual, though your voice betrays a hint of the curiosity you feel.
The guard behind the desk, a burly man with a no-nonsense demeanour, looks up from his paperwork. āPark Jongseong,ā he replies, his tone matter-of-fact. āHe's a series regular here. It's best not to catch his attention; he eats girls like you for dinner.ā
You swallow hard, the guardās words sending a shiver down your spine. āEats girls like me for dinner?ā you repeat, more to yourself than to him, the gravity of the warning sinking in.
āYeah,ā the guard nods, his expression grim. āHeās got a reputation. Charismatic, but dangerous. You donāt want to be on his radar.ā
You nod, thanking the guard before turning to leave. The encounter with Park Jongseong, brief as it was, has left a deep impression. You replay the guardās words in your mind, a cautionary tale that echoes with the reality of the world youāve just stepped out of.
But youāre so over listening to everyoneās advice, allowing your body to rule your head for a moment. Maybe this is your chance to break free from the shackles of your life and enter a new world of freedom.
Even if it is with someone behind bars.
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You sit in the visiting room, the sterile environment starkly contrasting with the elegance of your outfit. You're wearing a pastel blue Versace dress, its delicate fabric clinging to your figure in all the right places, the intricate design showcasing a blend of sophistication and subtle allure. The dress features a fitted bodice with delicate lace details, the skirt flowing gracefully to just above your knees. The soft, cool hue of the dress enhances the warmth of your skin and the high neckline adds an air of modesty.
Your heartbeat feels like a defining accessory, pounding in your chest, a constant reminder of your anticipation. Normally, visiting your father doesnāt elicit such a reaction - your heart maintains a steady rhythm, the meetings imbued with sadness and routine.Ā
But today is different. Today, you aren't here to see your father. You're waiting for the man who shared a fleeting moment with you two weeks ago, the memory of his intense gaze still fresh in your mind.
The minutes tick by slowly, each one amplifying the tension coursing through you. Your eyes keep darting to the door, waiting for it to open and reveal the man whose presence had left such an indelible mark on you. The guards move about their routines, the clinking of keys and distant echoes of conversations creating a backdrop to your restless thoughts.
This is a bad idea, probably your most foolish one, but you had to see him just once more to truly understand the leap your heart performed when you looked at him for the first time. You have never gone against your fatherās wishes of staying out of trouble, but this was an itch you couldnāt ignore, the pull towards the felon all too real.
Your emotions are a chaotic cocktail of anticipation, fear, and excitement. The adrenaline rush is almost dizzying, your heart pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat. The logical part of your brain is screaming at you to leave, to not get involved with someone so dangerous, but the other part - the part that felt an inexplicable connection - canāt bear the thought of walking away without understanding what it is about him that draws you in so powerfully.
You glance down at your hands, noticing how they tremble slightly. You clasp them together in your lap, trying to steady yourself. The fabric of your dress feels soft and cool against your skin, a contrast to the heat coursing through your veins. You shift in your seat, trying to calm your racing thoughts, but every small sound in the room heightens your awareness, keeping you on edge.
As each second drags on, the waiting becomes almost unbearable. Doubts creep in - what if he doesnāt remember you? What if this was all just a meaningless encounter for him? But then you recall the intensity in his eyes, the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room, so why wouldnāt he remember you?
You tell yourself that this is more than simply gratifying a passing curiosity; it's about understanding the electrifying connection you felt. It's about breaking free, even if only for a moment, from the bounds of your usual, routine existence.
Your fatherās voice echoes in your mind, warning you about the dangers of straying from the straight and narrow path. Youāve always been the good girl, the one who follows the rules, but something about Park Jongseong makes you want to throw caution to the wind. Thereās a thrilling allure in the forbidden, in stepping outside your comfort zone to explore the unknown.
When the buzzer sounds around the room, you jump slightly even though you have heard that klaxon indicating the unlocking of the door numerous times over the years. But this isnāt a polite chit-chat with your dad; this is a meeting with a man whose crimes you don't know the extent of, nor how dangerous he truly is, all because you got fanny flutters.
The prisoners filter through, each one going to their respective visitors with longing and hurried speed. Then, Jongseong waltzes in, his hands cuffed in front of him. His navy, ill-fitted trousers, paired with a tight white v-neck that showcases just enough of his chest to let your imagination run wild and non-styled hair give him a dishevelled yet irresistibly handsome appearance. His dark eyes scan the room, exuding a sense of confidence and dominance.
You shift in your seat, crossing your legs over as you try to compose yourself and stop tears from escaping down your legs. Prison boys have never done anything for you, but Jongseong is on another level of attraction.
The room feels hotter, the air thicker, as your anxiety spikes like youāre playing a brutal game of emotional volleyball and you are always on the losing side. Jongseong whispers something to the guard beside him, his voice low and smooth but indecipherable. The guard glances your way, then points directly at you, making your heart race even faster, like youāre suddenly under the spotlight of an interrogation room.
Jongseongās eyes land on you, and a smug smile spreads across his face. There's a flicker of surprise and confusion flashing across his features, but it quickly vanishes, replaced by that same predatory gleam you remember. He strides over to you with a casual arrogance, his every movement exuding confidence.
As he reaches the booth, he throws himself into the seat opposite you, the long chain connecting his hands and feet skate along the floor. He leans back, his eyes never leaving yours, the cuffs around his wrists clinking softly with the movement. The intensity of his gaze makes you feel as if the rest of the room has faded away, leaving just the two of you in this charged, electric moment.
Reaching for the phone, he places it against his ear and waits for you, chewing his gum leisurely, his eyebrows raised in an expectant arch. Your body remains still, paralysed by the magnetism of his presence, his pupils like black holes, sucking you into his hold. For a few beats of your heart, you canāt move, his gaze pinning you in place with an almost hypnotic intensity.
Finally, you gather the courage to lift the receiver, your hand trembling slightly as you bring it to your ear. The action feels monumental, the weight of the phone a tangible connection between you and the enigmatic man before you. As soon as you do, Jongseong smirks, leaning his elbows casually on the ledge behind the glass panel.
āNow who are you?ā he inquires, devouring your appearance with trailing glances.
ā...My name is Y/N,ā you reply so softly he almost doesnāt catch it coming through the receiver.Ā
"Well, Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He drawls, his voice a low, lazy murmur tinged with amusement. His eyes gleam with a mix of curiosity and wickedness, and the leer never leaves his face.
You remain silent, the words caught in your throat as you grapple with the swirl of emotions and thoughts racing through your mind. His half grin widens and he tilts his head slightly, still chewing his gum with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
āOkay, let me rephrase,ā he says, his tone shifting to a mockingly thoughtful one. āWhat is a little lamb like you, requesting to see a big bad wolf like me for? Do we know each other?ā
The question hangs in the air, heavy and charged, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studies your reaction. You can feel the pulse of your heartbeat in your ears, a relentless drum that amplifies the tension between you. His words, laced with a blend of sarcasm and genuine intrigue, challenge you to respond and also hurt your chest a smidge. You have been thinking about this man who you saw for a maximum of 20 seconds for the past fortnight, dreaming about him and finding ways to get a visitorās badge to see him and you probably havenāt passed his mind once.
Taking a deep breath, you find your voice, albeit shaky. āNoā¦we donāt know one another,ā you admit, suddenly realising the insanity of this whole ordeal. You begin to bite your lip and inwardly curse yourself for being so reckless.
āThen why are you here? ... Fuck, are you the lawyer they keep trying to pounce on me?ā The sudden defensiveness in his words gets your attention, the sharpness of his voice creating a tremble in your legs. He is slowly putting his guard up the more he looks over your expensive outfit, drawing conclusions about you in his mind as he mistakes you for someone he would rather jab himself in the eye than see.
Quickly, your eyes widen, and you shake your hand up in defence. āNo, no, no. Iām not a lawyer,ā you explain, rushing the words out of your mouth to halt the wall he is placing between you. āI just-I want to get to know you.ā
He pauses, the tension in his posture easing slightly, but his eyes remain wary. āGet to know me?ā he repeats, his tone conveying scepticism and enlivened curiosity. āAnd why is that, darlinā?ā
You swallow hard, your heart still racing and now paired with an uncomfortableness in your underwear as he calls you the endearing nickname, his accent filtering through your ears like your favourite song. āI donāt know,ā you confess, looking down at your lap.Ā
Itās pathetic, you know it, but you donāt know why. Well, you know you had to see him because your brain is insufferable and will not let you forget anything of the manās existence, but that is all the reason you have come to see him, all it took for you to want to delve into his life. If you told him that, he would either see you as pathetic or easy prey.
āYou donāt know?ā he echoes back to you with a laugh, his body fully unguarded once again. His tongue swipes across his bottom lip. It is at this moment that the penny drops as to who you are, his finger starting to wag as he leans back in the chair with an elated beam on his face.
āYou were here when they carted me in.ā The fact sits between you as it kisses a blush over your face in embarrassment, his realisation of your identity now suddenly making you wish that the ground would open up beneath you and swallow you whole. āDid you like what you saw that much, you just had to come see it up close?ā
Jongseongās eyes glint with amusement, the smugness radiating off him like heat waves off asphalt. He leans back further, making himself comfortable, his chains clinking softly against the chair. His body language oozes confidence, the kind that borders on arrogance, and his grin stretches wide, revealing perfectly aligned teeth that contrast heavily with the dark intensity of his gaze.
āLook at you, all flustered,ā he teases, his voice dripping with satisfaction. āI mustāve made quite an impression, huh?ā
Your mind races, searching for an answer that feels as elusive as he is. He chuckles softly, the sound rich and full, vibrating through the phone line and into your very core. āItās okay, you donāt have to say anything,ā he says, his tone almost gentle now. āYour eyes tell me everything I need to know.ā
His self-belief is unshakable, a fortress built on years of navigating the rough waters of his life. The smugness in his manner is not just arrogance but a well-honed weapon, a way to keep people at bay while drawing them in. He knows the power he holds, and he wields it with a finesse that leaves you both disarmed and intrigued.
āOkay,ā he leans forward again, his face so close to the glass panel that you wish it would disappear, allowing you to admire his features without the glare from the overhead lights as they dance annoyingly on the shield. āLet me tell you a few things about me. My name is Park Jongseong, although you already know that, don't you, darlinā?āĀ
He pauses, his gaze lingering on you with a disconcerting intensity as you shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny. How else could you have possibly arranged a visit with him? The question flashes across his face, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. After all, as far as he knew, only family could visit him and fuck knows where they are. So how did you manage to worm your way in?
You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry. He nods knowingly before continuing. "I'm 22, been in and out of here about four times. I love romantic walks on the beach, and before you ask, it was car theft." The words hang in the air, heavy with implication.
His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of excitement and trepidation. His casual confession answers most of your unspoken questions, including the big one: why he was here. The revelation that he wasnāt in for something more sinister like murder eases some of your apprehension. Your heartbeat steadies and you feel a strange sense of relief mixed with the undeniable pull towards him.
The glass between you seems to distort, creating a shimmering mirage. Every word, every glance is charged with electricity. It's reckless, dangerous, but the allure is intoxicating. He studies you, his eyes drinking in your flushed cheeks and trembling lips. Leaning closer, he whispers into the phone, his voice a husky caress, "You're fucking beautiful. I could eat you alive."
The words are a cold reminder of the guard's chilling warning. Yet, instead of fear, you feel a thrill of defiance. Before you can stop yourself, you whisper back, "Why don't you?"
Surprised by your own boldness, you feel your face heat up even more. Jongseongās eyes widen slightly, a flicker of astonishment crossing his features before a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. āYouād like that, huh?ā he asks cheekily, poking his tongue to his cheek.
He spots the cross hanging around your neck and shakes his head in disbelief. āDarlinā, youāre a good girl, I can tell. So why the fuck are you trying to play with me?ā
His question hangs in the air, challenging you. You can feel his eyes boring into you, waiting for an answer. The intensity of his gaze, combined with the unexpected boldness that had surged through you moments ago, leaves you speechless for a second.
"I..." you begin, your voice trembling slightly. "I don't know. Maybe because for once, I want to do something reckless. Something just for me."
He chuckles a deep, throaty sound that reverberates through the phone. "Oh, so youāre saying Iām just for you? That I can give you what you crave?ā His voice is dripping in seduction and you are pretty sure youāre dripping on the stool youāre uncomfortably shifting on. āYouāre playing with fire, little lamb. You sure you can handle the heat?"
The challenge in his tone ignites something inside you. You nod slowly, eyes locking onto his. "I'm not afraid of being burnt." You are, in fact, scared of a little heat but the thumping of your heart and the lightness of your head right now is a feeling you want to experience again and again, and you know for certain that the only person in this world that can give you this exhilaration is the criminal in front of you.
Jongseong's eyes hold a captivating potency as he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over the glass. "We'll see about that," he murmurs, a low, dangerous promise. "But be careful what you wish for, darling. Once you step into the fire, there's no turning back." His words hang heavy in the air, a tantalising mix of threat and allure.
Just then, the harsh clang of a metal object against the door shatters the intimate atmosphere. "Visiting time's over!" a guard's voice booms through the room. A wave of disappointment washes over you, a bittersweet pang as the realisation of impending separation hits you hard. Time flew by far too fast and you felt like you didnāt even get to scratch the surface of what you wanted this meeting to be
The playful arrogance in his eyes softens, replaced by a vulnerability you hadn't expected. "Hey," he begins gently, his voice a stark contrast to his usual bravado. "I'm out in three months." The words hang suspended in the air, a promise that ignites a spark of hope within you. āWait for me, yeah?ā he asks, his eyes searching yours for an answer. Despite the softness, there's a flicker of his usual cockiness in his gaze, as if he already knows your answer. āCome on, you know you want to. Iām worth it.ā
You nod, your throat too tight to speak. The guardās voice booms again, and you know you have to go. The brute of a man is already making his way over to Jongseong to escort him back to his cell. Jongseong stands up, still holding the phone, and smiles a mock-innocent grin at you.
āTake care, darlinā,ā he says, his voice a soft caress that sends shivers down your spine. āAnd donāt go fucking around while Iām gone. Iād hate to have to get done for murder.ā A mischievous glint dances in his eyes, a reminder of the man he is and that he has made you his own from here on out.
His words are a blend of a promise and a threat, leaving you breathless. The guard finally reaches him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder and pulling him back. Jongseong doesnāt resist, but his eyes stay locked on yours until the last possible moment, a smirk playing on his lips.
As the guard leads him away, you feel a mix of emotions swirling within you - excitement, trepidation, and a strange sense of belonging. The connection between you and Jongseong is undeniable, and the anticipation of whatās to come only heightens the tension.Ā
You hang up the phone and stand, your legs feeling unsteady. As you make your way out of the visiting room, the reality of your decision settles over you. Jongseong has already left an indelible mark on your heart. And as much as he has claimed you, you realise with a surge of confidence that you have claimed him too.
And youāll patiently wait as long as you have to.
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The sun blazes overhead, its subtle heat beating down as you sit on the hood of your car outside the prison gates. Your outfit is casual yet sexy: a form-fitting red tank top with mesh detailing paired with high-waisted denim shorts that accentuate your curves, knowing Jongseong will appreciate the effort. Youāve learned a lot about him over the past three months through your almost daily phone calls. Conversations about life, likes, dislikes, and everything in between have built a connection that transcends the barriers of the prison walls.
The memories of those short but impactful conversations play through your mind as you wait. Jongseong's deep voice details his favourite songs, the foods he craves, and the gossip around the cell blocks. You remember laughing together over his stubborn insistence that dark chocolate is superior to milk and the surprising revelation that he actually does like to walk along the beach and it wasnāt just a sarcastic comment the first day you met him.
There was that one agonising week when you couldn't reach him. The anxiety had eaten at you until you finally learned he'd been thrown into the hole for an outburst with another prisoner. The story came out later: a dispute over the weight bench had escalated until Jongseong had whacked the guy over the head with a dumbbell as a result of testing his patience. It was a reminder of the world he was still entangled in, sometimes itās easy to forget that he is in prison for a crime and that you both arenāt just long-distance lovers.
Seeing him in person had been almost impossible due to the strict visiting rules regarding family members being the only ones who could visit. But you werenāt deterred. With a little persuasion and a few hundred pounds slipped to the right people, you managed one precious visit. The memory of him that day is vivid: a busted lip, a black eye, and a new tattoo of a dagger with a dragon wrapped around it. The sight had sent your pulse racing. Despite the bruises, or perhaps because of them, he had never looked hotter. Youād been tempted to break the glass and pounce on him right then and there.
Although you still have some fear about injecting him into your peaceful life, you canāt deny the happiness you feel when he calls or the flutter in your stomach when he makes a slightly lewd comment describing exactly what he is going to do to you once he gets his hands on you.Ā
You know youāre in for a wild ride in every sense of the word.
Luckily for you, you donāt have to wait too long because, right on time, you hear the gates open with a strained creak and yet, your heartbeats are somehow louder. The door of the gates swings open with a groan, revealing Jongseong. He's wearing the same black polo and fitted black trousers you saw him in that first day, now with an added black duffle bag slung over his shoulder. The sight of him makes your heart quicken and throat close up as anxiety, both good and bad, courses through you. He looks every bit as dangerous and enticing as you remember, his stride strong and purposeful.
The closer he gets to you, the more urgent his steps become. His eyes lock onto yours with an ardour that makes your breath catch. He canāt wait to finally hold you in his arms, to feel your skin touching his. The world around you fades away, leaving only the magnetic pull between you two.
You jump down from the hood of the car, your legs slightly wobbly with excitement and nerves. Jongseong reaches you in a few long steps, chucking his duffle bag to the ground without a second thought. His hands grasp your face, fingers spreading out to cup your cheeks and jaw, his touch both firm and tender. The heat of his palms sends a shiver down your spine, and you instinctively lean into him, your hands finding purchase on his broad chest.
His pupils blaze with longing and something deeper, more primal. His thumbs brush over your cheekbones as he holds you in place, as if grounding himself in the reality of your presence. He canāt quite believe youāre here and that he can finally know what you feel like. The air between you crackles with unspoken desire and the pent-up tension of months just out of reach.
"Fuck. Hi, darlinā," he whispers, mouth slightly open and eyes shaking. Part of him canāt fathom that you waited for him; most girls he fucks with never keep their promises to stay his, too scared to actually tag along in his life, but you did because thatās the kind of good girl you are: forever loyal and faithful.
"Hi, Jongseong," you smile softly, any fear you had now replaced with glee. The way his eyes are drinking you should scare you, the same way they did that day three months ago, but now it makes you feel wanted and desired in a way no other person has ever made you feel.Ā
Call it the growth of character and a desperate need for the man in front of you.
Jongseong's eyes darken as he watches you wet your lips, anticipation crackling in the air between you. His gaze locks onto your mouth, and then suddenly, without giving you a moment to react, his lips crash against yours with a fervent urgency. His hands thread through your hair, fingers tangling as he tugs your head back. The motion elicits a gasp from you, and he takes full advantage, his tongue slipping into your mouth to explore and conquer.
The kiss is wild, messy, and breathtaking. His tongue moves against yours with a possessive hunger, claiming every inch as if staking his territory. The taste of him is intoxicating, a heady mesh of his unique flavour and mint that leaves you dizzy. His lips move with a bruising intensity, sucking and biting, leaving your mouth tingling and swollen.
You moan into the kiss, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly, needing something to anchor yourself as the world spins around you. The force of his kiss, the way he devours you, sends a rush of heat straight to your core, making you ache with need. Every brush of his tongue against yours, every pull and nip of his lips, fans the flames of your desire higher and higher.
Jongseong's hands slide from your hair to your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You can feel the hard planes of his chest against your softer curves, the heat of him searing through your clothes. His touch is both rough and tender, a dichotomy that leaves you craving more.
The kiss deepens, growing more frantic and desperate. It's as if he's trying to pour three months of pent-up longing and frustration into this one moment, and you respond with equal fervour. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against you.
Never in your life have you been kissed like this. The rush and excitement tingle all over your body as his large hands dig into your skin, his fingers pressing firmly into your back, grounding you in the intensity of the moment. His tongue strokes against your own in a heated dance, each movement eliciting a new wave of desire that courses through you.
Your ex-boyfriend gave you soft pecks and gentle arm rubs, leaving you wondering if you even wanted to be with him. Those kisses were perfunctory, lacking the fire that now burns between you and Jongseong. This heated exchange, this raw, unbridled passion, makes you understand just how much you can crave a person.
Your own hands roam over his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt, the heat of his skin seeping through the fabric. Every touch, every brush of his lips against yours, ignites a spark that sets your entire being ablaze. You feel like you could drown in this moment, in the intensity of his desire and the way it mirrors your own.
Jongseong breaks the kiss just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours as you both pant heavily. His eyes are filled with a mix of lust and seduction. It makes you want to keep kissing him until your lips fall off, your mouth missing the invasion of his tongue suddenly.
As you go to lean in once again, he pulls back and shakes his head, a cocky smile plastered on his face. Your heart drops for a minute, thinking about how you might be too needy for him, too clingy. It was a constant complaint from your last boyfriend, so that insecurity bubbles up to the surface.
āNo, baby,ā Jongseong says, his voice low and teasing, his smile widening at your puzzled expression. āNot unless you want me to fuck you in front of the guard back there.ā
Your cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson, embarrassment and excitement mingling to create depth to the shade. You cast a quick glance over your shoulder, spotting the guard lingering a few feet away. Jongseong twists his body to give the officer a final wave, his gesture a clear, arrogant fuck-you to both authority and the system that has confined him. His smirk is one of satisfaction, and it only makes you shiver more, feeling the raw energy that radiates off him.
As the guardās eyes follow Jongseongās movement with disapproval and curiosity, Jongseong finally pulls his gaze back to you. His hand moves to grab his duffle bag, lifting it with effortless ease before sliding his arm over your shoulder in a possessive, almost protective manner. The touch of his arm against your skin sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you instinctively lean into his side, savouring the closeness and warmth of his body.
āCome on,ā he says, his voice dropping to a low, commanding murmur, suddenly turning slightly serious despite the small smile on his face. āWe gotta stop somewhere real quick.ā
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Stepping out of the car, Jongseong takes your hand and leads you towards a diner. The building has a certain charm despite its rundown appearance. The paint is peeling in places, and the sign flickers intermittently. Only a few patrons occupy the scattered booths inside, which is slightly strange considering itās the middle of the day and diners like this are typically occupied by teenagers and first dates.
Which is exactly why you are so excited. This is your first real date with Jongseong, and you cannot wait to get to know him on a deeper level. Although you would say you know him pretty well, all those 15-minute-a-day calls have done wonders for learning about each other, but this isnāt time-restricted or monitored by guards; this opens up the opportunity for a pure and unfiltered conversation with him.
Peering up at him, you see his relaxed manner and smile. You will never know what it is like to be locked up, but you can imagine how draining it can be - the kiss of freedom from the air must uplift his spirit.Ā
As you walk into the diner, the chequered floor and the nostalgic aroma of coffee and fried food fill the air. The decor is dated, with vinyl booths and Formica tables, but there's a certain cosiness to it. You expect Jongseong to lead you to a booth so you can have your long-awaited date, but instead, he guides you through the diner's main area, straight towards the kitchen.Ā
You glance around, confused. "Where are we going?" you ask, looking back at him.
"Just some business, then you'll have me all to yourself, alright?" he replies with a wink, giving your knuckles a soft kiss before continuing forward.
You follow him, weaving through the bustling kitchen. The clatter of pots and pans, the sizzle of food on the grill, and the chatter of the chefs create a cacophony of sounds. Jongseong nods and exchanges brief greetings with a few of the cooks, who glance at you curiously before returning to their tasks. One chef, a burly man with a white apron smeared with grease, gives Jongseong a nod of recognition and jerks his head to the door coming into view.
Finally, Jongseong pushes open a heavy metal door at the back of the kitchen, revealing a starkly different environment. The room beyond is dimly lit, the air thick with the smell of smoke and something more acrid. It is filled with brute-looking men, one of them is counting a stack of money with deliberate precision, his thick fingers moving with practised ease, while the others eye Jongseong and you with cold, assessing gazes.
The atmosphere is tense; you feel suffocated, if not by the smoke, then by the glares you are currently receiving. Something tells you that these men and Jongseong are not on the best of terms.
The man counting the money looks up, his eyes narrowing slightly. He has a thick, muscular build, and a scar runs down the side of his face, giving him a permanently grim expression. āPark fucking Jongseong,ā he chides, placing the notes down on the table beside him. āWhere the fuck did you go?ā
āAw, did you miss me, Bang?ā Jongseong fake pouts, jutting out his bottom lip. āIām touched, really.ā
Standing up, Bang towers over the table, his broad shoulders casting an imposing shadow. His eyes, dark and unyielding, bore into Jongseong with a mixture of contempt and curiosity.Ā
Jongseong, however, remains unfazed. His casual demeanour contrasts sharply with the palpable hostility in the room. He releases your hand and takes a step forward, his movements deliberate and confident. āI was in the slammer for a few, you know how it is,ā he says coolly, like losing months of his life to prison bars was as casual as forgetting to pick up milk from the shop run. āIām here for my money.ā
Bang scoffs a low, guttural sound that reverberates through the room. āWhat fucking money? you waltz back in here like I owe you something, is that it?ā He crosses his arms over his chest, muscles bulging under the strain. āYouāve got some nerve.ā
Jongseongās smile doesnāt waver. āIāve always had nerve, Bang. And you owe me for the car that put me behind bars.ā He glances back at you, his eyes softening for a moment before returning to the hardened stare of his adversary.
You stand rooted to the spot, your heart pounding in your chest. The smoky air feels even thicker now, each breath a struggle. The men shift slightly, their eyes flicking between Jongseong and Bang, anticipating the next move, like theyāre awaiting instructions.
Youāve seen scenarios like this play out in movies and even then do you hate the feeling it gives in your stomach, so now watching the movie play out in real life makes you feel a little nauseous because you know this can only end badly.
Bangās lips curl into a sneer. āYouāre demanding I pay you for that piece of shit car? The one with the kicked-in engine? Mate, youāre fucking delusional. That car couldnāt have even paid your pathetic bail.ā
āYou asked me for that specific car, I delivered, now give me my money.ā Jongseongās calm and cocky aura suddenly shifts to a dangerous one, one you hadnāt quite prepared yourself to see. Of course, you knew this side existed; you donāt survive multiple bouts in prison without developing an edge. But witnessing it firsthand is something else entirely.
His posture changes, shoulders squared and jaw set, exuding a raw, unfiltered intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. The room seems to shrink around the two men, their confrontation a silent battle of wills. The other men at the table straighten up, sensing the shift in tension, readying themselves to pounce as soon as their boss gives a signal.
This is bad.
Placing your hand on his arm, you draw his focus to you. Your eyes gleam up at him, silently conveying worry. āJongseong, letās just leave it, you just got out,ā you plead as your head shakes in disapproval. If there was one thing you have learned from the stories Jongseong has told you, itās that his temper is a short fuse, and with the lock on his jaw, you know he is a few seconds away from exploding.
His eyes soften momentarily as he looks at you, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as if to rein in his anger. For a brief moment, it seems like the confrontation is over. But before you can even attempt to lead him out of the room and back to your car, Bangās voice cuts through the air, dripping with derision. āYeah, Park, listen to your bitch before I set my men on both of you.ā
The words hang in the air, a malicious echo that sends a chill down your spine. Jongseong stops dead in his tracks, his body going rigid. You feel the shift instantly, his muscles tensing under your hand.
The calm exterior he had tried to maintain shatters. Jongseong whirls around, eyes blazing with fury. āWhat the fuck did you just say?ā he snarls, his voice low and dangerous, a stark contrast to the calm, controlled tone he had used before.
Bang smirks, leaning back in his chair, clearly relishing the reaction heās provoked. āYou heard me. I said listen to your slutty side piece before I make sure you both canāt walk again,ā he repeats, his voice dripping with contempt. āDid that hit a nerve?ā
Before you can react, Jongseong lunges forward, his fist connecting with Bangās jaw with a sickening thud. The force of the punch sends Bang sprawling to the floor, the chair skidding across the room. The men around you jump to attention, but no one makes a move to intervene, their eyes wide with shock.
āYou donāt ever threaten my girl like that,ā Jongseong growls, standing over Bang, who is struggling to get up. āEver.ā
You canāt deny the fuzziness in your stomach when he claims you as his girl. The simple slip of the tongue somehow drowns out his outlandish actions. Bang deserved it after all.
Bang wipes a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes blazing with a mix of pain and rage. āYouāre gonna regret that, Park,ā he spits out, though there's an unmistakable tremor of fear in his voice now. With a snap of his fingers, his men spring into action, advancing toward Jongseong with menacing intent.
Jongseong steps back, his stance shifting into a defensive posture, muscles coiled and ready. āDarlinā, go wait in the car, Iāll be out in a minute,ā he murmurs, his gaze locked onto the advancing men. His arm is outstretched to shield you, the veins in his forearm prominent as he tenses.
You hesitate, torn between the urge to stay by his side and the instinct to protect him despite his obvious capability. āBut-ā
āBe a good girl,ā Jongseongās voice is firm yet gentle, laced with a protective urgency. He meets your gaze with a stern but concerned look that brooks no argument. With a heavy heart and a lump in your throat, you nod reluctantly, stepping back into the kitchen.
Your eyes remain glued to him, a mix of fear and helplessness tightening in your chest. The seconds tick by slowly, each moment feeling like an eternity as Jongseong prepares to face off against men far larger and more intimidating than any security guard or gym bro youāve ever encountered.
The roomās atmosphere thickens with tension as the men close in on Jongseong. One of them, a burly figure with arms like tree trunks, grabs hold of Jongseong, his grip like iron. Jongseong struggles against the manās hold, his muscles straining as he fights to break free.
Another of Bangās men seizes the opportunity, delivering a brutal punch to Jongseongās midsection. The impact sends a sharp gasp through the air, and you watch in horror as Jongseongās body lurches from the blow. His face contorts in pain, but he doesnāt give in, still trying to break free from the grip holding him back.
From your vantage point, you can only watch in helpless horror as the fight unfolds. Jongseongās strength and skill are evident, but the overwhelming numbers and sheer size of his opponents make it daunting. Each punch landed on him seems to resonate with a bone-deep impact, and the grunts and shouts of the men create a chaotic symphony of violence.
The sight of Jongseong, usually so composed and confident, struggling against the odds is almost too much to bear. You want to rush in, to do something, anything to help, but the kitchen's doorway feels like an insurmountable barrier. Your heart races, your breaths coming in quick, uneven gasps as you watch the scene unfold.
Jongseongās eyes meet yours briefly, a flicker of reassurance in their stormy depths even as he endures another punishing blow. The look he gives you is a silent promise that he will get through this, that heās fighting not just for himself, but for both of you. He will be damned if any of these men thought for a second that it was acceptable to threaten you or lay a finger on your precious body - especially not since he has just found out how beautifully soft your skin feels on his fingertips, or how perfectly your lips mesh with his own.
With a strained grunt, Jongseong uses his legs to kick out at his assailants, creating a brief moment of respite. His body, still taut from the impacts, is hunched and battered, but his spirit remains unyielding. He turns to face you, his voice a mix of anger and desperation cutting through the cacophony. āY/N, get the fuck out of here!ā he yells, his command urgent and fierce.
Nodding frantically, you stumble back, your breath hitching as you watch Jongseong throw a sharp, decisive punch at the man who had been holding him back. The impact sends the man staggering, giving Jongseong a brief but crucial reprieve. The fight rages on around him, but for a moment, his focus is entirely on you.
You retreat through the kitchen, your mind spinning with fear and helplessness. Your only thought is to get to safety, to ensure Jongseongās instructions are followed. You burst through the back door and into the parking lot, the air cold against your flushed skin despite the sun still blaring.
Once outside, you hurry to the car, your mind racing. The dim light of the dinerās parking lot does little to ease the anxiety curling in your stomach. You canāt help but worry about Jongseong - about whatās happening inside and whether heāll come out unscathed.
You lean against the car, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you glance anxiously towards the diner. The minutes stretch on interminably, amplifying the knot of worry in your stomach. The tense stillness seems almost unbearable, and just as the fear of the worst begins to grip you, you see Jongseongās figure finally emerge through the door.
He strides towards you, each step purposeful but burdened. His face is a canvas of bruises and blood, his eyebrow bleeding in a thin streak that trails down his cheek. The sight of him, battered and raw, sends a shiver of dread through you. You can barely hold back the tears as you rush forward.
āOh my god, Jongseong-ā The words tumble out, laced with a mix of relief and anguish, but they are abruptly cut off as Jongseongās lips crash onto yours. His kiss is fierce and demanding, a raw burst of emotion that takes you completely by surprise.
His hands are strong and desperate as they frame your face, his touch scorching against your skin. The kiss is so hungry, so primal, that it eclipses the first kiss you shared, which is hard to believe if you werenāt the one on the receiving end. The intensity of it is overwhelming, the force of his need evident in every movement. He pulls you closer, his lips moving with an urgent, almost frantic rhythm.
As he deepens the kiss, his hand trails down from your face to his own throat, his fingers gripping the base of his neck. The gesture is both intimate and possessive, reminding you that he called you his girl and fought on behalf of you. The thoughts add another layer of desire from your end, the protectiveness he already has over you despite only knowing you for a hot minute makes your skin tingle with glee.
Every sensation is amplified - the rough texture of his lips against yours, the heated pulse of his touch, and the faint tremor of excitement in his frame. You can taste the salt of his sweat and the faint metallic tang of blood from his cuts mingling with the warmth of his breath. His other hand moves to your lower back, pulling you tighter against him, his body pressing firmly into yours.
Jongseong had forgotten how much of a thrill he got from fighting, the way seeing the blood splatter - from both his rival and himself - made him feel alive. It had been too long since he had a good kick like this, the prison scraps he would be part of were nothing like this, too weak and pathetic. This is the kind of adrenaline he wanted, one when he didnāt know if he would make it out alive. But he knew he had to, for your sake.
The image of you flashed in his mind as he was pummelling into the men and Bang. The thought of dragging you into this dangerous world gnaws at him, but itās a burden heās willing to bear. He canāt imagine asking you to walk away, even though he knows heās pulling you into a dangerous world with wicked consequences.
Jongseong pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his breath heavy and laboured. The heat in his gaze is unmistakable, an intense blend of desire and desperation. Blood smears across your cheek where his fingers had been, the sight and scent adding something raw to the moment. He never wants to see you hurt, but the blood smudged on your skin makes his blood run thinner with lust.
He gets horny when he is riled up like this, that much is evident by the way he is suddenly pushing you against the car and pressing his growing erection into your lower abdomen. The cold metal of the car against your back is a stark contrast to the heat of his body, a jarring reminder of the reality you're in, yet it only heightens the sensations coursing through you.
Jongseong's lips return to yours, more aggressive and demanding as he tries to consume you entirely. His hands are everywhere, tugging at your clothes, fingers digging into your skin with a need that borders on feral. The bruises on his knuckles brush against your flesh, a rough reminder of the fight he's just endured for you. His touch is searing, leaving trails of fire in its wake.
A low, guttural groan escapes him as he grinds his hips into yours, the friction sparking a desperate ache deep within you. Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling him closer, as if you could fuse your bodies together.Ā
His name falls from your lips in a breathless whisper, a plea and a promise all at once. Jongseong responds with a growl, his lips trailing down your neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks that claim you as his. His hands roam lower, gripping your thighs and lifting you slightly, pressing you harder against the car.
āDarlinā, Iām gonna fucking ruin you,ā he whispers into your mouth with promise. He means this both figuratively and physically. He is going to lead you down a dark path, and he canāt say heās even the slightest bit sorry about it.
Without warning, he swings the backseat door open and tosses you in, his strength overwhelming. You barely have time to catch your breath before he's on top of you, the weight of his body pressing you into the seat, his hands moving with a desperate urgency. His lips find yours again, a hungry, demanding kiss that leaves you gasping.
The confined space of the car adds an extra layer of intensity, the heat between you palpable. Jongseong's hands are everywhere, tugging at your clothes, his fingers digging into your skin with a need that borders on feral. He breaks the kiss, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, "I need to taste you."
His words send a shiver down your spine, a thrill of anticipation that leaves you trembling. He moves down your body, his lips and hands leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The car's interior feels too small, too hot, as he shifts between your legs, his eyes dark with desire as he looks up at you.
āYou okay with this?ā he asks, seeking consent. Your body language is enough to tell him that you want this probably as much as he does, but the thing is, he doesnāt know how much of a good girl you are. If no one else got to touch you like this, he would be ecstatic, but it also means you could want to take your time.
There is a flash in his eyes that makes your core pulse and has you nodding without thinking. āYeah, I want this,ā you whisper out, though it sounds like youāre bellowing the words through a megaphone, the desperation in your voice making sure of that.
Kissing along your stomach as his hands undo your shorts, his lips dipping lower as he pulls them off of you. āHas anyone had you before?ā The tone of his voice is gritty and hoarse, swallowing his jealousy at even the thought.Ā
Just because he would be fine with it, doesnāt mean he canāt wish to curse any man that had the audacity to think they are worthy of being with you.
Swallowing the forming saliva in your mouth, his dangerous glare into your eyes tells you that perhaps you should lie and say no, that you havenāt had past lovers. But if he caught you lying, you think the repercussions might be worse than whatever will come if you tell him the truth.
āYes, one.ā
āHow many times did he have you?ā
āWhat are you talking about?āĀ
āHow many times did he put his disgusting, unworthy mouth on you?ā
Oh.
You physically shrivel up, feeling small under his intense stare and gripping hands. You canāt actually recall how many times your ex boyfriend went down on you but it can't be more than four times, claiming he didnāt see the point in it when he could just fuck you. Safe to say the sex you had with him was lacklustre.
āNot many,ā you manage to whisper, feeling the heat of shame and anger rise in you. The memories of the past, the way you were neglected, seem to pale in comparison to the intensity Jongseong is offering you now. āThree times? Maybe four?ā
āWell, which is it? Three or four?ā he insists. His fingers dip into the band of your underwear, teasing your skin with a ghosting touch.
āWhy? Does it matter?ā This was absolutely the wrong follow-up question to ask because Jongseongās eyes turn black, jaw setting into the same locked position it did earlier.
āSo I know how many times I need to make you cum to wash him out of your system,ā he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. His fingers slip beneath the fabric of your underwear, the touch searing and electric against your skin. He pulls them down, tossing them aside with a careless flick of his wrist, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his gaze is almost too much to bear, a raw hunger that leaves you breathless.
His hands grip your thighs, spreading them apart with a possessiveness that sends a thrill of anticipation through you. The heat between your legs is unbearable, the need for his touch almost painful. His breath is hot against your skin as he trails kisses down your inner thigh, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
Jongseongās lips hover just above your centre, his breath ghosting over your most sensitive parts, making you shiver with need. The anticipation is excruciating, every nerve ending screaming for his touch.Ā
āTell me, how many?ā he murmurs, holding back from diving in which is just as painful as it is for you.
āI reallyā¦I really donāt remember,ā you reply honestly. No matter the number of times your ex-boyfriend was between your legs, he never made you cum anyway so that might have everything to do with the memory lapse.
Something tells you that you will remember exactly how many times Jongseong gets between your legs.
He looks up at you, his eyes dark with determination. "Okay, Iāll make it five, just to be sure," he says, his voice rough with need. When his tongue finally makes contact, itās like an electric shock, pleasure shooting through you in waves.
He works you over with a skill and intensity that leaves you gasping for breath. His tongue moves with purpose, each flick and swirl designed to draw out your pleasure. He knows exactly where to touch, how to lick, to drive you wild. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he devours you, the sensation almost too much to bear.
You arch against him, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if you could never get enough. His low, satisfied growls vibrate against you, adding another layer of sensation that leaves you trembling.
"Jongseong, please," you gasp, your voice shaky and filled with need. The world narrows down to the heat of his mouth, the pressure of his hands, and the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You can feel yourself spiralling towards the edge, every touch pushing you closer and closer.
Jongseong has a tongue and mouth simply made for eating pussy, and he is showing you just how someone should be licking and slurping at your sensitive area. Not even two minutes have passed and you can already feel the pressure of your orgasm building; a new record for you. Not even when you manage to find some alone time can you make yourself cum this quickly.
His mouth is relentless, tongue flicking and swirling with a precision that has you seeing stars. He alternates between gentle laps and firm, insistent strokes, each movement designed to push you higher and higher. His lips seal around your clit, sucking and releasing in a rhythm that leaves you gasping. The heat of his mouth, the roughness of his tongue, and the sheer determination in his every move send you spiralling towards ecstasy.
When the first orgasm hits, itās like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with the force of it. Jongseong holds you through it, his mouth never leaving you, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until youāre left trembling. His hands grip your hips, anchoring you to the car seat as you ride out the waves of sensation.
But he doesnāt stop. His fingers find their way inside you, curling and stroking with a skill that has you begging for breath. He adds a second finger, then a third, stretching and filling you, making you deliciously overwhelmed. His tongue continues its assault on your clit, harshly flickering in tandem with the movements of his fingers.
āJongseong, I-ā you gasp, trying to form words through the haze of pleasure.
āI know, darlinā,ā he growls, his voice vibrating against your skin. āI can feel you. Donāt hold back.ā
His fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot with unerring precision, each stroke sending shivers up your spine. His tongue dances around your clit, alternating between gentle flicks and firm, insistent licks that have you teetering on the edge. The second orgasm comes even faster, your body hypersensitive from the first. It crashes over you, leaving you gasping and moaning his name. Jongseongās mouth is relentless, his tongue and fingers never stopping, never giving you a moment to catch your breath. He knows exactly how to push you to the edge and then pull you back, prolonging the pleasure until youāre a quivering mess beneath him.
His determination is relentless. He pushes you through the third orgasm with the same intensity, his touch never faltering. He adds another layer to the sensation, his nose pressing against your clit as his tongue and fingers continue their work. Each orgasm leaves you more breathless, more spent, until youāre a quakinh mess beneath him, gripping at his hair in a desperate attempt to ground yourself from euphoria.
āI need you to scream my name,ā he murmurs against your folds, his voice dark and commanding. āI want everyone to know whoās making you feel this good.ā
It is only at that moment you remember that Jongseong is eating you out in a diner car park where anyone can look in the window and see your lewd actions, never mind hear them.
But that doesnāt stop you obeying him.
The thrust of his fingers quickens as your juices begin to fly around in your car and drip down your leather seats, your essence acting like holy water as you bless the car with your backseat serenade. Your hand grips the silver cross around your neck as you curse the Lord's name in vain, the only thing you can worship right now is a criminalās touch.
āJjongie,ā you mewl out, losing yourself to your lust and heat, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He smirks as you create a nickname in the midst of the pleasure, loving the way it sounds falling from your tongue.Ā
He will only ever let you call him that.
The fourth orgasm builds slowly, the pleasure mounting with every touch, every stroke. Jongseongās fingers hit that perfect spot over and over again. His tongue dances across your clit as he makes his tongue rigid, each flick sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. You can feel the pressure building, the heat coiling in your belly, until it finally explodes, leaving you shuddering and gasping for breath.
āJjongie, please,ā you beg, your voice hoarse and broken. āI canāt take anymore.ā
āYes, you can,ā he insists, his voice rough with desire. āYouāre gonna give me one more. Just one more, darlinā.ā
He keeps going, his mouth and fingers working together in a symphony of pleasure. The fifth orgasm is the most intense yet, your body extremely susceptible and on edge from the previous ones. He adds a fourth finger, stretching you wide, probably even wider than your exās cock ever did, his tongue working your clit with a precision that has you seeing venus. He uses his tongue apply pressure in ways that have you feeling every single nerve ending come alive. The pleasure builds and builds until it finally crashes over you, leaving you a quivering, trembling mess beneath him for the nth time.
When he finally pulls back, his lips and chin glistening with multiple layers of your arousal, he looks at you with a fierce, possessive pride. "There," he murmurs, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "Now youāre mine. Only mine."
He climbs up your body, his mouth finding yours in a searing kiss that tastes of you. The connection between you is electric, something beautiful. You fight the tiredness as you plaster a smile of happiness and contentment across your face, and he kisses all over your cheeks and lips, creating a line of adoration. His kisses are softer now, each one a tender promise.
As the initial rush of passion subsides, you finally take in the full extent of his injuries. His face is a canvas of bruises and cuts, each mark a testament to the fight he endured. Your fingers move gently, tracing the path of the blood streak on his eyebrow, smoothing over the swollen skin with care. The sight of him beaten like this makes your heart ache.
"Promise me you won't keep doing this?" you ask, your voice tinged with worry and desperation as you wipe the mixture of your slick and saliva from his mouth. Your eyes search his, pleading for an answer, a reassurance that he wonāt put himself in harm's way again.
Instead of a verbal response, Jongseong leans in, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one is soft, tender, and lingering. It speaks of unspoken promises and the turbulent emotions between you. He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin.
Although you take the kiss as a sealed promise, you should know better than to trust a criminal.
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Walking out of your campus building, you see an unfamiliar car paired with a very familiar man waiting on the sidewalk. Jongseong leans against the sleek monochrome vehicle. He looks as confident and imposing as ever, with his hair gelled in his typical style and a fitted black T-shirt that shows off his tattoos, earning some judgmental glances from your peers.
You wave off your friends, a wide smile spreading across your face. Skipping down the stairs with glee, you bound towards him, unable to contain your excitement. The moment Jongseong spots your figure approaching, the hard stare and scowl he portrays vanish, replaced by an expression of equal joy to yours.
In the past month, you and Jongseong have grown incredibly close. Despite his semi-cold exterior and rough edges, there's a softer side to him that only you get to see. He's protective and loyal, his tough shell cracking open whenever you're around. The little things he does - like texting you as soon as he wakes up, remembering your favourite bands name, plus all the members, or listening to you read him excerpts from the book you divulge in while he works out - reveal a tenderness he rarely shows to anyone else.
Jongseong opens his arms, and you leap into them, wrapping your legs around his waist as he catches you effortlessly. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, grounding himself in your presence. The onlookers judge, whispering among themselves, but neither of you cares. Being with each other is all that matters.
"What are you doing here?" you ask, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes.
He grins, a rare, genuine smile lighting up his face. "Couldn't stay away from my darlinā too long, could I?" he murmurs, his voice a blend of affection and mischief. "Thought I'd surprise you."
You chuckle, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Well, paint me shocked."
Setting you down gently, he keeps his arms wrapped around your waist, not wanting to let you go just yet. āI thought we could drive out for a bit, I need to visit my bank for aā¦slight withdrawal,ā he explains.
You nod, eyes twinkling. It doesn't matter what the errand is; any time spent with Jongseong feels like an adventure. Over the past month, you've done everything together: hitting the gym, shopping for your dorm kitchen, and running around to the post office to send some letters. Even mundane trips to the bank like this seem exciting when he's by your side.
As you both get into the front seats, you can't help but ask the million-dollar question, "Where did you get this car?"
Jongseong's life outside has been anything but easy; his criminal record makes it difficult for him to secure a steady job. Despite this, he's always trying, often because you push him to stay on the right path. You appreciate his efforts, knowing how much he resists resorting to his old ways. At least, as far as you know.
"Just a banger from one of my mates," he replies nonchalantly, as he starts the engine. "Nothing compared to yours."
"I think it suits you," you say, glancing around the shabby interior. The car is a patchwork of bumps and scratches, with a dashboard that's seen better days and seats that are well-worn and torn in places.
"Because it's battered and dented?" he quips, a teasing note in his voice.
"No," you respond, playfully hitting him on the arm. "Because it has a certain charm about it, if you look past the scrapes and cuts."
A shy, almost boyish grin settles upon Jongseongās face, very much out of character for him. Considering youāre admitting to seeing past his rugged appearance and guarded heart, even through the guise of the car, he canāt help but appreciate the compliment. His fingers drum lightly on the steering wheel as he pulls out onto the road.
You settle back into your seat, watching the world pass by outside the window. The car rattles slightly, but it feels like an extension of Jongseong himself - rough around the edges, but with a hidden depth that you can't help but admire.
The journey takes you away from the hustle and bustle of the campus, the road stretching out for miles ahead. The landscape transforms into a picturesque scene painted with warm, golden hues. Sunlight bathes the rolling fields in a soft glow, casting long shadows that dance across the green grass. Farm animals graze contentedly within the sweeping wind, their movements leisurely and peaceful. The serene beauty of the countryside envelops you, a stark contrast to the chaotic thoughts that often plague your mind.
As the scenery blurs by, you unlock your phone and realise you've been so caught up in sight-seeing that you hadnāt noticed how much time had passed. A slight furrow forms on your brow as you glance at the clock, wondering why on earth you are still driving.
"Your bank branch is really far away, Jongseong," you observe, a hint of curiosity in your voice.
"Yeah," he replies, placing a hand on your exposed leg, his touch warm and reassuring. "I guess it is, huh?"
His tone carries a weird, knowing look on his face, something that makes you sceptical but also intrigued. Thereās a spark of mischief in his eyes, one that youāve come to recognise. Itās the look he gets when heās planning something unexpected. Despite the small sliver of doubt in your mind, you decide not to question him further, choosing trust over anything else.
The road ahead twists and turns, each bend revealing more of the idyllic countryside. Birds soar in the sky, their songs adding a melodic backdrop to your journey. You find yourself relaxing into the seat, the comfort of Jongseongās presence and the captivating landscape blending together into a perfect moment of tranquillity.
That moment is about to be severely interrupted.
Jongseong takes a sharp turn off the main road, driving down a narrow, gravelly path that leads to a run-down building in the middle of nowhere. The structure of the bank is weary and neglected, its facade chipped and the white stones which make up its exterior are now yellow with a mixture of smoke and years of tear. The windows are grimy, and the door doesnāt shut over as the hinges hold the doors askew. Weeds sprout through the cracks in the pavement, and the entire place exudes a sense of forgotten utility. You wonder who on earth decides to keep money here.
Jongseong pulls the car to a stop and gets out, jogging around to open the door for you. He helps you out with a gentle grip on your hand, his touch a stark contrast to the bleak surroundings.Ā
You notice the tension in his shoulders, his usually composed exterior seems frayed, much like the edges of the black duffle bag he retrieves from the backseat. The bag, reminiscent of the one he had when coming out of prison, is empty save for something weighing it down slightly.Ā
"What's that for?" you inquire, pointing to the duffle that is trapped in his tight grip.
"I'm just going to get a lot of money, that's all," he replies, smiling so innocently that it looks almost devious.
Why wouldn't he just keep it all his money in the bank in the first place? Places don't even usually take cash these days. You internally start to question, unable to suppress the growing unease. He is acting strange and suddenly, your gut isnāt feeling so happy.
Jongseong extends his hand, fingers stretched for you to interlock with his. His grip is firm, reassuring yet compelling. They are so big compared to yours that they practically swallow yours whole. As he starts to walk away, you canāt help but notice he isnāt locking the car. You know no one is around, but considering he used to steal cars for a living, you think he would know the dangers of leaving it out in the open like this.
Regardless of your apprehension, you follow him, the gravel crunching under your feet as you approach the run-down bank. Jongseongās pace quickens, his body language a mix of urgency and confidence.
As you step inside, the air is stale, carrying the scent of mildew and old paper. The interior is dimly lit, dust particles dancing in the beams of sunlight. Surprisingly, there are people scattered in the foyer: an older couple who have to be in their late sixties and a man who exudes zero confidence, his pale complexion and silver-rimmed glasses, paired with his shrivelled frame.
The worst thing the man does is look at you for a second longer than Jongseong would like. Cracking his neck, Jongseong pulls you closer to him as he stares the man down, giving him a warning shot. Quickly, there are no eyes on you.
Jongseong is always like this, silently threatening any man who even dares to glance at you. One time, you were at the supermarket, innocently buying a bottle of wine and some Sensations chilli and lime crisps, when the clerk had the audacity to speak to you - it was just to ask if you needed help, that was too many words according to Jongseong. He had given the clerk a harsh look, his jaw clenched tightly as he pulled you closer, ensuring the man understood his silent message. The poor guy had paled, quickly ringing up your items without another word.
You glance around the run-down bank, taking in the cracked tiles and peeling wallpaper. The entire place feels like itās on the verge of collapse. As you watch Jongseong, you notice him checking the duffle bag a few times, his eyes scanning the room with a sharp intensity. Something about his demeanour makes your stomach twist with unease.
"Jongseong, what are we actually doing here?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing anxiety.
"Darlin', I'm getting money, why else would we be here?" he laughs as if youāve asked the dumbest question he has ever heard. His tone is light, but his eyes remain hard, focused.
You bite your lip, glancing around the room once more. The older couple is speaking softly to each other, their attention nowhere near you. The timid man with glasses is fiddling with his phone, his hands trembling slightly. Despite the seemingly mundane scene, your gut is yelling at you that something is terribly wrong and you think you know what it is.
"How are you getting the money?" you ask, the words catching in your throat. Youāre scared to even pose the question due to the answer you might receive.
Jongseong doesnāt answer right away. Instead, he glances at you, his eyes flickering with something unreadable before he turns his attention back to the bag. The silence stretches uncomfortably, and you can feel the tension in the air growing thicker.
Your heart pounds in your chest, the realisation dawning on you. āJongseong, please, tell me weāre not here to-ā
āNext,ā the woman calls in front of you, breaking your chain of thought.
Jongseong gently unravels your intertwined hands and steps forward to the desk. The woman behind the counter looks up with a bored and disinterested expression, her fingers tapping impatiently on the worn-out surface.
āWhat can I help you with today?ā she asks, her tone flat and mechanical.
Jongseong smiles brightly, tilting his head slightly as he leans closer. āI need you to put all the money in the bag,ā he says, his voice smooth and sweet.
The woman furrows her brow in confusion, her mouth opening to question him, but the words die in her throat as Jongseong smoothly pulls a gun from the duffle bag and presses it to her forehead. His smile never falters, remaining charming and innocent, as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
You feel your stomach drop, a cold wave of fear washing over you. Your hands tremble, and your breath catches in your throat. The world around you seems to blur, the edges of your vision darkening as panic sets in. You can hardly believe whatās happening. This isnāt the Jongseong you know, the one who holds you gently and kisses you tenderly. This is a side of him youāve never seen, a side that terrifies you.
āJongseong,ā you whisper, your voice barely audible over the rushing blood in your ears.
He doesnāt look at you, his focus entirely on the woman in front of him. With a calm and steady hand, he clicks the safety off the gun. ā10s and 20s in the bag, love. Quickly.ā
The womanās eyes widen in fear, her hands trembling uncontrollably as she begins to gather the bills. The crisp rustling of paper fills the charged silence, punctuated only by the faint hum of the bankās outdated air conditioning. Her movements are jerky and hurried, every action underscored by the mounting tension in the room. Her terrified gaze flits nervously between Jongseong and the duffle bag, reflecting the same panic you feel surging within you.
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice another bank worker, a woman in her late forties with a spiky haircut fit to rival Shirley Carter from Eastenders, sliding her hand toward the hidden panic button beneath the desk. Jongseongās sharp eyes catch the movement instantly. With a swift, fluid motion, he pivots the gunās direction, the barrel now pointed at the second worker. āDonāt even think about it,ā he warns, his voice cutting through the air like a razor blade.
The womanās face drains of colour, her eyes widening in terror as she freezes mid-reach. Her fingers twitch nervously, the hand hovering inches from the button. You can see the palpable fear in her expression as her face goes slack, slowly withdrawing her hand to ensure her own safety, not daring to provoke Jongseongās ire.
Turning back to you for a moment, Jongseong makes eye contact with you, winking in joy as if you are equally having as much fun as he is.
And the funny thing is, he can see it inside of you. Behind that fear, is a flash of thrill that even you havenāt registered. Itās something he can identify because it is the exact same look he has in his orbs when he does something that spikes his adrenaline. This is exactly why you came to him that day and the exact reason he has kept you by his side.
Youāre cut from the same cloth, even if sewn to different clothes.Ā Ā Ā
As the woman finishes stuffing the bills into the bag, her hands moving with a frantic speed, Jongseong maintains his disarming smile, but the menace in his eyes betrays his calm demeanour. The bag grows heavy with the weight of the cash, the rustling paper now almost rhythmic, a morbid symphony underscoring the gravity of the situation.
When the woman finally slides the bulging duffle bag across the counter, her face pale and stricken, Jongseongās fingers close around the handle with a sense of finality. He casts one last wary glance around the bank, his gaze briefly meeting yours with a reassuring nod that feels more like a promise of survival than comfort.
āThanks for the service, sweetheart. Really, it has been class. Iāll write you a good Yelp review, for sure,ā Jongseong's voice drips with arrogance and sarcasm, an unsettling calm underlying his criminal actions. He turns to you, his eyes intense yet strangely affectionate. āLetās go, darlinā.ā
With the duffle bag in hand, he leads you towards the exit, his grip on your wrist firm yet unyielding. Your legs feel like lead as you follow him, the sound of your footsteps echoing in the empty space. You glance back at the bank workers, their faces a portrait of fear and confusion, and you can't shake the crushing sense of guilt that weighs on your heart. Yet, there is a strange feeling of exhilaration that beats in your chest, a rush youāve never felt before.
The two of you step back into the bleak daylight, and Jongseongās car waits in the same spot. Now leaving it unlocked makes sense; you need to make a quick getaway. He opens the door for you with an almost gentlemanly gesture, though his eyes are still sharp, scanning the surroundings.
You both jump into the car, the doors slamming shut simultaneously. Jongseong hits the gas, the car lurching forward with a screech of tires. The engine roars to life as he maneuvers onto the road, the world outside blurring into a frenetic swirl of colours and shapes. Your heart pounds against your ribcage, adrenaline flooding your system. It's the closest to an existential crisis youāve ever come, the reality of what just happened clashing violently with the surreal rush of it all.
Jongseong wears a shit-eating grin, his eyes sparkling with a dangerous glee as he speeds down the highway. He runs a hand through his hair, the strands falling back into place messily. Suddenly, he slams his palm on the steering wheel a few times in sheer excitement, his laughter bubbling up uncontrollably. āWe fucking did it!ā he exclaims, his voice filled with disbelief and triumph.
You look at him like heās crazy, his entire being now radiating joy despite just committing a felony big enough to land him back in jail. Your mind races, a whirlwind of fear, excitement, and bewilderment. How could he be so thrilled, so elated, after what just happened? The exhilaration from moments ago is rapidly giving way to a gnawing anxiety, the reality of your actions sinking in.
"Pull over," you finally manage to say, your voice barely steady.
"What?" Jongseong's grin falters for a moment, confusion clouding his features.
"Pull over," you repeat, more forcefully this time.
"Do you want to get caught?" he snaps, acutely aware that the police have probably been alerted by now. His eyes dart to the rearview mirror, scanning for any signs of pursuit.
āI want to know what the fuck you think youāre doing.ā
Jongseongās jaw tightens, and any joy that was flowing through his body has now evaporated, escaping through the heavy exhale from his nostrils. His hands grip the wheel so tightly that his knuckles turn white, the tendons in his arms standing out starkly. The atmosphere inside the car grows heavy, thick with tension and unspoken words.
You realise instantly that youāve crossed a line, the severity of your words sinking in as his anger radiates off him like a palpable force. The air between you crackles with electricity, the adrenaline of the heist replaced by a chilling fear of the unknown. Youāre not scared of Jongseong, not really, but of the intensity of his reaction and what he might be thinking.
He hard shoulders the car to the edge of a cliff, the tires screeching as he brings the vehicle to an abrupt stop. The scenery outside is almost picturesque, the cliff overlooking a vast expanse of ocean, waves crashing against the rocks below. The golden hues of the late afternoon sun cast long shadows, but the serene beauty of the landscape does nothing to alleviate the suffocating tension within the car.
Jongseong's cold glare freezes you in place, his eyes dark and unyielding. "Repeat that last sentence," he demands, his voice low and menacing.
"I...I," you stammer, too overcome with slight fear to form a coherent response. Itās not Jongseong himself that scares you, but the raw intensity of his emotions and the unpredictability of the situation.
"Did you just swear at me?" he asks, his tone sharp enough to cut through the thick silence. His eyes bore into yours, and you can see the flicker of hurt beneath the anger.
The fear of what heās thinking, the consequences of your words, paralyses you. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts. The reality of the situation crashes over you, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.
āI... I didnāt mean to-ā
āGet out of the car. Now.ā His voice is a low, dangerous growl, leaving no room for argument.
You scramble to comply, fumbling with the door handle. Your fingers tremble as you push the door open, the heavy metal creaking in protest. As you step out, the uneven ground beneath your feet adds to your growing sense of disorientation. The wind whips through your hair and the cliff's edge looms just a few feet away, adding to your sense of vulnerability.
Is he going to leave you here? The thought is a panicked whisper in your mind, the idea of being abandoned on this desolate cliffside sending a fresh wave of fear coursing through you. But he wouldnāt do that, he is too infatuated by you to abandon you.
So youāre quaking in trepidation and adrenaline for what he has planned.
Jongseong steps out of the car with a deliberate calm, the door slamming shut behind him with a resonating thud. He looks at you, his expression unreadable, the earlier anger now replaced by something cold and calculating.Ā
āOn your knees,ā he commands, his voice hard and unyielding.
You hesitate for a moment, confusion and anxiety warring within you. The words seem surreal, echoing in your mind as you try to process whatās happening. But then the steel in his eyes brooks no argument, and you realise you have no choice but to do as youāre told.
Slowly, you lower yourself to the ground, the rough gravel biting into your knees. The indignity of the position, combined with the terror of being so close to the cliff, leaves you feeling utterly exposed. You glance up at Jongseong, searching for a hint of whatās to come, but his face is a mask of icy determination.
Noticing the tremble in your lips, a soft, almost tender expression flickers across his features. He reaches down, his hand cradling one side of your face gently. āShhh, darlinā. Iām just going to wash those dirty words out of your mouth,ā he murmurs, his voice deceptively soothing.
Your heart pounds harder, anticipation and fear twisting into a knot in your stomach. You watch, wide-eyed, as he undoes his belt with deliberate slowness, the metallic clink echoing in the stillness. He pulls down the zipper, his movements controlled and precise, never breaking eye contact with you. It is only now that you know what he means by washing the dirty words out of your mouth.
Jongseong takes out his cock, thick and long, a sight you canāt quite get used to, no matter how many times you see it. Your fingers grip tightly at your skirt as you endure the rough gravel digging into your knees. Despite the discomfort, your focus is entirely on his eight-inch length, its pink tip throbbing with desire, mirroring your pulsing clit.
Seeing the light of excitement in your eyes, Jongseong smiles wickedly. What he saw back at the bank, that flicker of wanting rush and spontaneity is instilled deep within you, and what perfect way to get it out of you than making you suck his cock on the edge of a nth-drop-foot cliff.
He taps the head of his cock against your lips, his expression a blend of mock innocence and raw hunger. āYou know I donāt like doing this, Y/N," he says, his tone dripping with false remorse. Jongseong doesnāt care about you swearing at him, not really; heās just looking for an excuse to ease the horniness swimming through his blood and to bring out the real you that's hiding in the shadows.
āUnless...you want to be bad?ā He tilts his head, his gaze feigning curiosity because he already knows the answer. āI saw it in your eyes, darlinā. That blood rush because you know youāre doing something bad.ā
You shift slightly on your knees, licking your lips, your eyes fixated on his member. The desire to take him in your mouth is overwhelming. The fear, guilt, dread, excitement, and power mix into a heady cocktail -Ā it creates something inside you that you have long sought after. Your life that has been so built up in the foundation of being perfect for your father is draining and mundane, which is why you were drawn so irresistibly to him. He can give you everything you crave, even through unorthodox situations like this.
Jongseong teases you, swiping his tip along your lips. As you open your mouth in eager anticipation, he pulls away just out of reach, a smirk playing on his lips as you lift your ass from your heels, chasing it like a dog with a bone before you yield.Ā
He starts pumping his cock slowly, his eyes locked onto yours. āYou can be as bad as you like, baby,ā he leans down slightly, his voice a low, seductive growl. āAs long as you're a good girl for me, okay?ā
āYes, Jjongie,ā you nod quickly, desperate for your mouth to be filled. The anticipation, mixed with the danger of the cliff and the fear of being caught, makes your pussy ache and your heart race.
With a sudden, forceful motion, Jongseong grabs the back of your head, pulling you closer. "Open wide," he commands, his voice firm yet filled with desire. You comply, your mouth opening eagerly as he thrusts himself deep, filling you completely. He groans in pleasure as he begins to fuck your mouth with rough, passionate thrusts.
His hand rests on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he sets a deliberate pace. You hollow your cheeks, sucking him in, your tongue swirling around his length, paying extra attention to his tip when it hits the edge of your lips. The heat and weight of him on your tongue send shivers down your spine, and you moan around him, the sound vibrating through his dick.
āTake it all, darlinā,ā he murmurs, his grip tightening as he pushes deeper, your gag reflex kicking in. Tears spring to your eyes, but the mixture of pain and pleasure only fuels your desire. You moan around him, the vibrations making him groan louder.
Jongseongās pace quickens, his long length hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. You struggle to breathe, but the sensation of being used, of surrendering completely to his control, sends waves of heat through your body. Despite the intensity, you crave more; you canāt get enough. Every thrust, every moment of control he exerts over you, only deepens your need. You love this, even though you probably shouldnāt.
Because you have always been so compliant to him, never pushing his buttons, every time he has ever touched you has always been rough but with an overwhelming cast of softness, scared to push you too far considering your limited sexual experiences. But right now, it is pure lust and dominance taking over his body. This is your chance to show you can take it, soft or hard, as long as itās Jongseong.
āFuck, youāre amazing,ā he pants, his eyes dark with lust. āSo good at taking your punishment.ā You nod as best as you can, his cock still buried in the back of your throat as you try your best to widen it, accommodating his girth the best you can.
His praise spurs you on, and you bob your head faster, your hand coming up to stroke the base of his cock in time with your movements. Jongseongās breath hitches, his hands gripping your roots for support. The veins on his arms bulge with the intensity of his grip, his knuckles white.
His breathing becomes erratic, and you feel his cock twitching, a clear sign he's nearing climax. His eyes close momentarily, his brow furrowing, then lock onto yours again, filled with raw desire.
āFuck, baby, just like that,ā he groans, his hips thrusting in sync with your movements. āIām so close.ā
His thrusts become more urgent, more forceful. You can sense the muscles in his abdomen tensing with each movement, a sheen of sweat making his skin glisten. His jaw clenches, his breathing ragged. You are lost in the moment, your body reacting instinctively, wanting to please him, to draw out his release. The sensation of his cock filling your throat, the taste, the feel - itās intoxicating, leaving you craving more with every second.
Suddenly, he tightens his grip on your scalp, pulling you down hard onto his cock, burying himself so deep that his bell is well past your tonsils, almost hitting your voice box. The force and intrusion makes you gag, and he holds you there, deep in your oesophagus. Your eyes water, and you feel his cock pulsing as he reaches his peak.
With a guttural moan, Jongseong shudders violently, emptying himself deep within you. The hot torrent of his seed floods your throat with a sudden intensity that makes you gag, the unexpected force sending spurts through your nose. The sensation is both startling and overwhelming, the heat and discomfort mingling in a strange thrill. Your nostrils burn slightly, each breath catching the faint, musky scent of his cum, and you feel the final thick, warm fluid trickling down your throat and seeping from your nose.
Jongseong's grip on you is unyielding, his body taut with pleasure, eyes squeezed shut in an expression of raw ecstasy. His cock pulses and twitches as he drains himself completely, the final spurts leaving him trembling. Slowly, he loosens his hold, withdrawing from your mouth with a slick, wet sound, his length coated in a mixture of saliva and cum.
You gasp for air, your lungs burning as you draw in ragged breaths. The remnants of his release cling to your lips and drip from your nose, the salty taste lingering on your tongue. The myriad sensations leave you dizzy and lightheaded, but thereās an undeniable satisfaction in the aftermath of such a powerful, primal exchange. Your chest heaves as you recover, each breath a challenge, and despite the intensity, you canāt help but feel a deep, insatiable hunger for more.
Jongseong tucks his cock away before looking down at you, the white dripping down your nose, chin and onto your chest. The sight makes him tremble, an aftershock of pure adoration for the messy girl before him. "You are so beautiful, baby," he murmurs, crouching down to wipe the seed from your face. Your lazy smile spreads across your lips, a blend of bliss and contentment washing over you. The intensity of the experience leaves you feeling floaty and disoriented, but thereās an underlying sense of satisfaction and connection that warms you from within.
"Just don't swear at me again, okay, pretty? You gotta trust me," he continues, opening your mouth with his thumb and sticking his fingers in, making you clean them up. The taste of his cum lingers as you obediently suck his fingers clean, your eyes overcast with a mixture of bliss and unfamiliarity. You nod, feeling a bit contrite.
"I'm sorry. It wonāt happen again, I was just...surprised. You should have told me what we were doing." You canāt help but feel a twinge of regret. It would have been nice to have a heads-up that you were committing your first crime, even if you were just an accomplice.
Jongseong sighs, understanding your point of view. He helps you stand, his hands steadying you as your legs feel like jelly. He brushes the gravel from your knees, his fingers lingering slightly as he ogles at the indents and scrapes, oddly admiring the view. There's a gentleness in his touch, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before.
"You would never have agreed to come with me if I did tell you. I wanted you to see and feel the rush of it all," he explains, his voice filled with conviction. He leans in, kissing your lips gently, the softness of his kiss a vastly different feeling from the burning in your throat and nose. "You did, didnāt you? You understand it now."
The memory of the heist flashes vividly in your mind, the exhilarating chaos of it all. Standing side by side with Jongseong as he robbed the bank was like stepping into another world, one where every second was charged with a thrilling sense of danger and excitement. The cold metal of the gun in his hand, the authoritative bark of his commands, and the wide-eyed fear in the faces of the bank staff and customers - it was a symphony of sensations that left your heart pounding in your chest in the best possible way.
You pause, the truth sinking in. "I...I do," you admit, knowing thereās no point in denying it. The rush, the adrenaline, itās undeniable. But the risk, the fear of losing him, it lingers in your mind. "But there are other ways to get that same rush, ones that don't risk me losing you."
For the first time, Jongseong's heart feels like it's punching his rib cage. He canāt believe the depth of your concern, the intensity of your feelings for him. "I know, but I'm not going anywhere," he promises, his voice filled with sincerity. You give him a sceptical look, worry etched into your features. "I'll be careful. You're my good luck charm, and you're never leaving my side. So, what is there to worry about?"
Jongseong's arms wrap around you, bringing you closer. His warmth envelops you, providing a soothing presence amidst the chaos of your thoughts. You cuddle into his hug, a smile pulling to the middle of your cheeks. His steady, robust heartbeat is a calming contrast to your own. The lingering taste of him, the scent of sweat and musk, itās all becoming music to your senses.Ā
He can't believe he has found someone so perfect for him. Someone to ground him and see his potential, even through everything. Maybe there is a part of him that wants to tone it down a little, because the fear of losing you too is something his heart doesn't want to bear thinking about.
Although the rush and excitement of breaking the law pumps the blood through his body, even just laying his eyes upon you has the same desired effect. Perhaps you could be his new rush. Jongseong had never considered another way to get his kicks because this is all he has known for so long, the window you're opening up in his mind lets him peep into what could be, rather than what he knows.
Sirens blare softly in the distance, almost acting as a backing track to your loving waltz. But you know you canāt stay standing here for long, very few roads to turn and navigate if they caught up to you. Looking up at him, you smile, oddly calm despite the circumstances around you. āLetās go. We can book a motel.ā
āGood shout. I donāt think I can wait to fuck you.ā
You look puzzled, brow furrowing as you process his words. "Do you not hear the police? I mean we need to keep low."
Jongseong laughs, a low, rich sound that sends shivers down your spine. His hand traces your waist, fingers pressing gently into your skin. "Oh, I know," he says, his eyes twinkling with a mix of mischief and desire. "But I also meant what I said."
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The smell of chlorine fills the air, a sharp, clean scent that immediately evokes memories of summer afternoons spent poolside. Beneath the tang of chemicals lies the faintest hint of dampness, the kind that clings to cool tiles and wets the soles of your feet. The ambient humidity wraps around you like a warm blanket, the moisture hanging heavy in the air as you take careful steps forward, your senses heightened by the darkness that surrounds you.
A blindfold is secured over your eyes, its fabric soft against your skin, blocking out the world and leaving you in a realm of anticipation. Jongseong's hands are firm yet gentle on your arms, guiding you carefully, his touch reassuring as he leads you to the unknown. His fingers occasionally rub soothing circles on your arms, grounding you, while his lips brush tenderly against your shoulder, planting a kiss that sends a shiver of warmth through your body.
"Just a bit further," he murmurs, his voice a low, comforting rumble in your ear. The sound of it makes you smile, your heart swelling with affection, but the mystery of what lies ahead keeps a slight edge of nervousness tingling in your veins.
āJjongie,ā you giggle, a mix of excitement and anxiety bubbling in your chest. āWhatās the surprise?ā
He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through you. āIf I tell you, it wouldnāt be a surprise, would it?ā
You laugh, but thereās a faint tremor of unease beneath your amusement. āI donāt like your surprises...ā you say, trying to keep your tone light, but thereās a flicker of real concern in your voice.
Your mind drifts back to the last time Jongseong had surprised you. What was supposed to be a simple drive had turned into something much more exhilarating - and terrifying. Heād taken you on a late-night drag race, the adrenaline coursing through your veins as he floored the gas pedal. Youād ended up in his lap, your lips wrapped around him as he tried to navigate the twisting roads. The memory of him nearly crashing into a lamppost as he swerved around a corner, the car jerking violently while you were mid-act, flashes vividly in your mind. It had been thrilling, dangerous, and unforgettable, but it had also left you with a newfound wariness of his surprises.
Jongseong suddenly stops, halting your thoughts along with your steps. He releases his grip on your arms and takes a moment, his eyes scanning over the scene before him. You can sense the slight shift in his demeanour, the way his breath catches ever so slightly, as if heās nervous, though heās doing his best to hide it.
āOkay, are you ready?ā he asks, his voice taking on a more serious tone, as if the moment ahead holds weight.
āIt depends on what for,ā you reply, your voice barely above a whisper as the tension in your chest tightens.
āYes or no answer, darlinā,ā he says, his tone gentle but firm.
You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as the anticipation builds. It crawls over your skin like tiny insects, a sensation that makes you think of the creepy-crawly trials from Iām a Celebrity...Get Me Out of Here. The unknown feels like itās pressing down on you, making your heart race in your chest but in an excited, throwing-up way, not in an anxiety-inducing throwing-up way.
āYeah...Iām ready,ā you finally breathe out, your voice laced with a mix of courage and curiosity.
With that, Jongseong reaches up and slowly removes the blindfold. The world beyond the darkness gradually comes into focus as your eyes adjust to the light. You blink a few times, your vision sharpening, and then the scene before you fully reveals itself.
You find yourself standing at the edge of a beautifully lit gymnasium pool. The water is calm, its surface reflecting the soft glow of the lights that line the ceiling and walls. The pool stretches out before you, the deep blue water inviting and serene. The entire space is transformed, the usual harshness of a gymnasium replaced by an almost magical ambience. The soft glow of string lights hangs above, casting a warm, golden hue that dances across the waterās surface. Candles flicker gently along the edges, their flames steady despite the humidity, adding a touch of romance to the already enchanting atmosphere.
Your breath catches in your throat, your heart swelling with emotion as you take in the sight before you. āJjongie...ā you whisper, your voice thick with a mixture of awe and emotion. A smile begins to creep across your face, slow but unstoppable, and you feel a sting in your eyes as tears threaten to spill over.
āItās nice, right?ā Jongseong asks, his voice soft, filled with an affectionate warmth as he watches your reaction.
āNice?ā you echo, shaking your head in disbelief. āItās beautiful. When did you do all of this?ā
āA few hours ago, while you were getting ready,ā he admits with a shy smile, rubbing the back of his neck as if the effort was no big deal, though you can tell heās pleased with himself. It actually took him well over three hours to sort everything out, and an hour of that was simply to untangle the lights he had managed to wrap himself up in.
You look at him, the adoration you feel for him filling every corner of your being. The surprise, the thoughtfulness of it all, is overwhelming in the best possible way. Itās not just about the setting heās created, but the care and effort heās put into making this moment special for you.
As you step further into the softly lit gymnasium, your eyes catch sight of a blanket spread out near the edge of the pool, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights. The setup is simple yet thoughtful: a wicker basket sits in the centre, along with two plates, some cutlery, and an assortment of your favourite snacks. You can't help but smile as you notice a small bag of Percy Pig sweets peeking out from the basket, their bright, cartoonish faces bringing a touch of humour to the romantic setting.
Jongseong follows your gaze, a proud grin spreading across his face when he sees you've noticed the details. āSee, I got all your favourites, even those ugly pigs,ā he teases, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tries to keep a straight face.
You turn to him, feigning offence. āExcuse me? Percy Pig deserves respect.ā
āYeah, yeah, whatever you say,ā he laughs, rolling his eyes playfully. āNow, sit down before I eat them all myself.ā
You both settle down on the blanket, the fabric soft beneath you as Jongseong reaches for the basket. He pulls out a bottle of cheap wine and a pair of plastic glasses he bumped from Tesco, itās not really stealing, just an accidental 'forgot to scan it' - along with the basket, some plates, and the fairy lights that encompass the space. He did pay for the wine though, that much he can pour guilt-free.
āThis is really nice, Jonseong. But how did you manage to rent out the pool after hours?ā
He takes a sip of his wine, a nonchalant shrug accompanying his response. āI know a guy.ā
You narrow your eyes at him, scepticism evident in your expression, but you donāt press further. āWhy did you choose this place? You know, picnics are usually in parks, not next to chlorine-filled water.ā
Jongseong chuckles, his eyes twinkling with playful mischief. āWell, duh. I know Iāve spent most of my life in prison, but I do know basic picnic etiquette.ā He rolls his eyes dramatically before continuing, āI just wanted to do something different. Trying to create an original experience, you know? Besides, I donāt know if youāve noticed, but Iām not exactly fancy restaurant material.ā
You laugh, the sound light and genuine, appreciating his honesty. āYeah, I figured that out.ā
The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the stillness only broken by the gentle lapping of the water and the hum of the old but functioning AC. The ambience is peaceful, the soft glow of the lights reflecting off the poolās surface, creating a serene atmosphere that makes you feel completely at ease.
But thereās a question that has lingered in the back of your mind for some time now, one youāve never dared to ask. You hesitate, the words sitting heavy on your tongue, unsure if now is the right moment to bring it up. Eventually, curiosity wins out, and you break the silence.
āCan I ask you something?ā
Jongseong looks at you, his expression softening. āAnything, darlinā. You know that.ā
Youāve always respected his privacy, never prying into his past because, in your mind, it didnāt matter. What mattered was the person he is now, the man whoās made you feel more cherished than anyone else ever has. But heās mentioned his past in passing, little snippets here and there, and now feels like as good a time as any to learn more.
āWhen did you first go to prison?ā you ask, your voice tentative, almost unsure.
His reaction is immediate, his eyes widening for a split second before he quickly downs the rest of his wine, using the alcohol as Dutch courage. Jongseong usually isnāt nervous about discussing his past, knowing that the judgement and resentment from others canāt change the path heās driven down. But with you, itās different. He doesnāt want you to see him in a different light, doesnāt want his past mistakes to taint the way you look at him now.Ā
You see the turmoil flickering across his face, and you quickly reach out, grabbing his hand to offer comfort. āItās okay,ā you say gently, squeezing his hand. āYou donāt have to tell me...it was stupid of me to ask.ā
He shakes his head, taking a deep breath as if steeling himself. āNo, itās not stupid. You deserve to know.ā He pauses, his voice quieter when he finally speaks. āI was 16. They charged me with domestic assault.ā
You feel your body tense up at his words, recoiling slightly, but before you can pull away. Though your brain doesnāt want to jump to that conclusion, itās the first thing your mind flickers in front of your eyes.Ā
Jongseong squeezes your hand tightly, his eyes earnest and pleading as he sees you leap to conclusions that make him feel sick. āOh God, no, not like that, baby,ā he quickly clarifies. āI would kill myself before I ever laid a hand on my partner. I couldnāt even fathom the idea.ā
Relief washes over you, your muscles relaxing as you search his eyes for the truth. āThen who?ā
He looks away for a moment, his jaw clenching as he struggles to find the right words. āMy dad,ā he finally says, his voice rough with emotion. āHe was fucking awful, and I just snapped one day after school. The neighbours called the police, and they carted me off. Next thing you know, Iām serving two months in juvie.ā
You feel a surge of anger on his behalf, your heart aching at the thought of what he must have gone through. āHe deserved it, though, right?ā you ask, needing to hear it from him.
āFuck yeah, he did,ā Jongseong replies, his voice seething with barely contained rage. āFucking prick was a good for nothing low life and let him know it. After that, it was just a downhill spiral. Selling, stealing, fighting... itās hard to get out of that life once youāre in it.ā
The rawness of his words hangs heavy in the air, the weight of his past pressing down on both of you. You can see the pain in his eyes, the memories of a life heās tried so hard to leave behind. You want to say something, anything, to make it better, but words feel inadequate. Instead, you simply hold his hand tighter, letting him know that youāre here for him, that youāre not going anywhere.
As Jongseong finishes recounting his story, you listen intently, the gravity of his words settling over you. The conversation has taken a turn for the deeply personal, exposing vulnerabilities you had only glimpsed before. His past is a labyrinth of mistakes and regrets, mirroring the tangled web that ensnares people once they slip into a life of crime. It reminds you of your fatherās own downward spiral, how once he got entangled in embezzling money, every effort to escape only seemed to complicate matters further. Itās a relentless cycle, each attempt to break free only making the situation worse.Ā
But as you gaze at Jongseong, with his defiant eyes and mischievous grin, you see a boy who, despite his reckless choices, has a core of goodness. The crimes heās committed are not born from malice but from a life he was thrust into, a life he has never known how to escape. Maybe, just maybe, you can offer him a different path, one that leads to a better future.
āI think thereās a better life out there for you,ā you say softly, your voice trembling with sincerity.
Jongseong meets your gaze, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that catches you off guard. He stares at you for a moment, his mind churning and eyes twinkling with realisation. āI think there is.ā
A gentle smile begins to spread across your face. Despite the adrenaline-fueled adventures and the excitement of petty crimes youāve shared with him, youāve come to realise how much Jongseong means to you. The thrill has been exhilarating, but now itās time to give back, to help him find the life he deserves. The life thatās not defined by theft and deceit but by something more meaningful.
āI got you something,ā he says, breaking the silence with a hint of mischief in his tone.
Curiosity piques as you ask, āWhat is it?ā
āClose your eyes,ā he instructs, his voice light but carrying a touch of seriousness.
You comply, and the sounds of him rummaging through the picnic basket fill your ears. The rustling of items and the faint clink of metal create a suspenseful atmosphere. Thereās a brief pause, and you hear him take a slow, steady breath. The anticipation is palpable, crawling up your spine like a swarm of butterflies, each flap of their wings a reminder of the momentous occasion unfolding.
āOkay, open.ā
You slowly open your eyes, adjusting to the dim glow of the fairy lights that flicker around you. Jongseong holds out a tiny white box, his expression a mix of nervousness and hope. Your heart skips a beat as you take the box from him, the weight of it feeling surprisingly significant.
āJongseong...ā you whisper, a mixture of shock and affection in your voice.
āOpen it,ā he urges, his eyes locked onto yours with a fervent intensity.
With trembling hands, you lift the lid of the box. Inside, nestled in a bed of soft cotton, are two simple yet elegant rings. The sight of them takes your breath away, the understated beauty of the rings striking a chord deep within you.
āWhat is-ā
āNow, donāt get ahead of yourself,ā Jongseong interrupts, a playful glint in his eye. āIām not proposing or anything. I love you, but Iām not letting you marry an unemployed loser whoās couch-hopping between friendsā flats. This is just to remind everyone that youāre mine.ā
Your eyes widen, the significance of his words settling over you like a warm embrace. āY-you love me?ā
Jongseong looks at you as though your question is absurd. āWasnāt it obvious? Iām literally obsessed with you.ā He takes one of the rings and carefully slides it onto your finger. āI didnāt think I had to make a big song and dance about it when I show you how much I love you every day.ā
The simple act of placing the ring on your finger speaks volumes. Itās not just a gesture; itās a declaration of his feelings, one that surpasses words. Jongseong has never experienced love before, has no frame of reference, but if all those tacky magazines in the prison recreational room were correct, this is what love is supposed to feel like. Itās raw, sincere, and unfiltered.
Itās willing to become a better person for them.
āI love you too,ā you say softly, the words flowing from your heart with a new depth. Itās the first time youāve uttered those words to someone who wasnāt family, and the weight of the phrase carries a profound significance now. Itās not just about affection; itās about a deep, abiding connection.
Jongseongās laughter fills the air, a rich, throaty sound that resonates with joy. You tilt your head, puzzled by his sudden amusement. āWhat?ā
āWell, duh!ā he says, his tone a mix of mock arrogance and genuine affection. āYou get googly-eyed every time you look at me. Even when I was getting carted off to prison, you were practically gushing over me - probably in more places than just your chest.ā His gaze drops to your skirt, a cheeky smirk playing on his lips.
āOh my God, shut up!ā you exclaim, playfully shoving him. But as you do, his balance falters, and he tumbles backward into the pool with a splash. The cold water surges around him, and you burst into laughter at the sight of his surprised, spluttering face.
Before you can fully enjoy the moment, Jongseongās hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the pool with him. The shock of the cold water envelops you, the fabric of your dress clinging uncomfortably to your skin.
āJongseong!ā you cry out, trying to push him away as you sputter and splash him. āThis is Prada!ā You gesture to your drenched dress, the expensive fabric now ruined.
āAnd thisā he retorts with a grin, pinching the soggy fabric of his non-designer t-shirt, āis from the lost and found box.ā He gives you a sheepish smile, but when he sees your unamused expression, he quickly adds, āOkay, okay, Iāll buy you a new one.ā
āItās ļæ”700!ā you protest, though thereās a playful undertone in your voice.
āThen Iāll steal you a new one,ā he quips, his tone light but earnest.
You fix him with a serious look, though your lips twitch with a suppressed smile. āIf you want me to keep this ring on,ā you say, holding your hand out of the water to display the glinting band, āthen you need to promise me youāll stop stealing, and fighting, and anything else that could get you locked up.ā Your voice grows more serious with each word. āI canāt lose you.ā
Jongseongās expression softens as he takes your hand in his, pressing a tender kiss to the ring before placing your hand over his heart. āScoutās honour. For you, Iāll be on the straight and narrow. I solemnly swear that I, Park Jongseong, will never commit another crime.ā His tone is light-hearted, but the sincerity in his eyes assures you that this promise is different from the ones he made before.
Just as youāre about to respond, a booming voice interrupts. āHey! What are you two doing here?ā
You both turn to see a security guard marching toward you, his face a mix of irritation and confusion. Jongseong glances at you with a sheepish grin, water dripping from his hair. āWell...starting now, Iāll commit no crimes.ā
āHuh-ā Before you can fully comprehend the situation, Jongseong is already dragging you out of the pool, his hand gripping yours tightly as you both scramble to your feet. You catch sight of the security guard sprinting toward you, his expression growing more determined.
āI thought you said your friend helped you out?ā you huff as you run alongside him.
āYeah, my friend called Lockpick,ā Jongseong replies with a grin that reaches his eyes, bending down to pick his ring up. āNow come on, letās get out of here.ā
Despite the chaos, you find yourself mirroring his bright smile. Maybe youāll let him commit some crimes after all - just as long as youāre along for the ride.
_____
The reflection in the mirror feels like a portal to the past, a glimpse into a version of yourself you thought youād left behind. The long, opulent gown drapes elegantly over your frame, its intricate embroidery catching the light in a way thatās both nostalgic and unfamiliar. The diamond earrings - a gift from your father on your 16th birthday - sparkle with a cold brilliance, a stark reminder of the expectations that have always weighed heavily on your shoulders. Your hair is styled in a sleek, elegant updo, every strand meticulously in place, as if you were once again the picture-perfect daughter in his carefully curated world.
Itās been months since you last had to dress like this, stepping into a role that now feels more like a distant memory than a reality. But tonight is different. Tonight is a special occasion. Itās the night of your fatherās grand welcome-back party, a lavish affair meant to reintroduce him to the world of business after years behind bars. This event is more than just a celebration; itās a calculated move to solidify his reputation as a formidable figure in the corporate world, a moneyed tyrant who, against all odds, has maintained his iron grip on power.
Despite the scandals that would have buried anyone else, your fatherās influence remains unshaken. His business partners and corporate clients still stand by his side, drawn by the promise of wealth and the unspoken agreements that bind them together. Perhaps itās the money heās skillfully laundered for them over the years or the secrets heās kept buried deep, that have ensured their loyalty. The room will be filled with men in tailored suits, their faces masked with polite smiles, but beneath the surface, a web of silent transactions and mutual dependencies will be at play.Ā
You love your father, you really do, but big soirees like this have never been your thing. Attending them always felt like a chore rather than a time of relaxation and merriment. Maybe it was because of the prestige and pressure it was being your fatherās daughter, or maybe it was the constant polite smile and meaningless interactions with people you didnāt know that weighed down the atmosphere.
Either way, you had to show up for your father, just as you are now. He would be so disappointed if you missed this and you canāt bear the thought. So you will put up with the uncomfortable attire for at least a night.
The good news is, one man will be by your side the entire night, a thought that washes over you like a wave of relief. Jongseong's presence brings you an immense sense of ease, though the prospect of him meeting your father for the first time still stirs a flutter of anxiety in your chest. It has to happen eventually, and what better setting than a crowded party where distractions abound?
Jongseong isnāt a people person and he avoids interaction unless absolutely necessary. The only person he ever makes an exception for is you, which is why he agreed to accompany you tonight despite his discomfort. You know how much this evening will demand of him - being surrounded by a crowd so different from him, full of people who thrive on small talk and business banter. But he would do anything for you, simply because he loves you. And you know that no combination of words could ever fully express your gratitude for that.
As you twirl a strand of hair into place, you steal a glance at the ring on your finger, smiling at the symbolic silver. It puts some comfort into your chest even as you mentally brace yourself for whatever the night will bring. You step out of the bathroom and your eyes immediately find Jongseong. He stands in front of the free-standing mirror in your dorm room, struggling with his tie, wrapping it around and around, only to fumble with the knot.
A soft giggle escapes your lips, drawing Jongseong's attention. His head snaps up, and the frustration in his eyes melts away, replaced by a look of pure awe. His gaze softens, shimmering with admiration as he takes you in. It never seems to matter whether you're dressed in sweatpants or a Ā£5,000 gown - Jongseong always looks at you as if you are the only person in the world.
To him, you are. The only one who truly matters, anyway.
āHoly shit,ā he mumbles, his hands dropping from the black silk tie as he stands there, completely mesmerised. He takes in how the dress hugs your waist, how your hair frames your face perfectly, and he suddenly feels unworthy to even be in your presence. āYou look so beautiful, darlinā. You make diamonds look dull.ā
Your heart flutters at his words, and you dip your head slightly, trying to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. Slowly, you walk over to him, smiling softly. āThank you, Jjongie. You look really handsome,ā you reply, your voice earnest and full of affection. And itās true - he looks like something out of a wet dream, the kind you've had more times than youād ever admit. The way his fitted black trousers accentuate his frame, the crisp white shirt that contrasts so beautifully against his tanned skin, and the fresh undercut that highlights the angles of his face - all of it makes you want to forget about the party entirely and lose yourself in him.
As you reach him, you gently take the tie he was struggling with earlier and start to tie it, your fingers deftly creating a Windsor knot that could rival any royal affair. Youāve done this countless times for your father, and the thought crosses your mind of how he might be feeling as he dons a suit for the first time in five years.
Jongseong tilts his head back slightly as you loop the end of the tie through, fidgeting like a restless child. āHold still,ā you chide him with a playful roll of your eyes, amused by his toddler-like impatience.
āI fucking hate ties,ā he grumbles, trying his best not to squirm as you pull the knot tight. Jongseong has never been one for formalwear; he despises suits with a passion. The only times heās ever worn one have been for court dates and funerals, events that always seem to bring trouble in their wake. To him, the tie feels less like an accessory and more like a silk noose.
You sigh softly, nodding in understanding. āI know, baby, but please, just bear with it. Tonight is important.ā Your voice is gentle, and you shoot him an apologetic glance as you finish adjusting the tie, making sure itās perfectly in place.
Jongseong knows how much this evening means to you. Heās also noticed the subtle changes in you ever since your father regained his freedom. Heās not blind to the way youāve become a little more reserved, a little more cautious. He wonders if itās just the anxiety of tonight or if itās the looming reality that your father will soon learn about your relationship with him, along with his not-so-angelic extracurricular activities. Either way, Jongseong has been extra vigilant, more protective of you than ever.
You pin the tie bar in place, stepping back to admire your handiwork with a smile. āThere, not so bad, huh?ā
āI feel like a circus attraction,ā he mutters, resisting the urge to loosen the knot and unbutton the collar. Formalwear has never been his style, and tonight feels like heās being paraded in front of an audience he wants nothing to do with.
You place your hands on his chest, rubbing small circles to ease the tension you can feel building beneath your palms. āI would come to see you perform every day,ā you joke lightly, rising on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. His mouth is warm, his lips soft, making you wish they were attached to yours every second of the day.
A smirk tugs at the corners of Jongseongās mouth as his hands find their way to your hips, pulling you closer. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips, the sensation causing your carefully applied Charlotte Tilbury Pillow Talk lipstick to smudge and transfer onto him. The kiss grows more intense, erasing all thoughts of the party, the people, and even the daunting meeting with your father. For a moment, itās just the two of you, and nothing else matters.
But it canāt last forever, as much as you wish it could. In an ideal world, Jongseong would rip the overpriced dress off your body, and the two of you wouldnāt leave your dorm room for days. Yet, reality pulls you back, and with it, the obligations of the night. You reluctantly pull away, feeling the weight of the evening settling back into place.
Jongseong instinctively tries to follow your lips, but you step back, offering him a remorseful smile. āCāmon. We need to head downstairs. Sunghoon should be arriving to pick us up in a couple of minutes.ā
At the mention of another manās name, your boyfriendās ears perk up, and his eyebrows knit together in suspicion. āSunghoon?ā He practically spits the name out, his jaw tightening visibly. Thereās an edge to his voice, one you recognise all too well.
You roll your eyes playfully, familiar with Jongseongās lack of enthusiasm when another man is in the same room as you. āBabe, heās just the driver for my parents. They insisted he pick us up,ā you explain, your tone gentle but firm, hoping to diffuse his growing irritation.
Jongseongās gaze softens a fraction, though a trace of his protectiveness lingers. āI could drive us,ā he offers, his voice low, the implication clear. He wants to be the one to look after you, not someone he doesnāt know.
Exhaling loudly, you shake your head and cross your arms. āIf you drive us, you wonāt be able to drink. Now imagine being in a room full of upper-class businessmen and not one ounce of Jack Daniels in your system?āĀ
That gives Jongseong food for thought as he stands in silence, weighing up the pros and cons of an alcohol-free night next to pretentious laughter and fake compliments. He shivers at the thought, his body visibly shaking at the idea of sobriety.Ā
The look on his face causes you to laugh and nod your head. āExactly. Now come on.ā
Your boyfriend loosens his tie slightly, prioritising his comfort over meeting your fatherās strict expectations. The simple gesture sends a ripple of unease through you, as if the crooked tie is a symbol of everything that could go wrong tonight. You wouldnāt say youāre normally an uptight person, but moments like these set your nerves on edge, making every little detail feel like it carries immense weight.
As you pick up your handbag, you pause at the front door, bracing yourself for the conversation you know you need to have. Your heart races, fearing how Jongseong might react. āJongseong?ā
āYeah, darlinā?ā he replies, his voice softening as he senses your hesitation.
You swallow, choosing your words carefully. āPlease donātā¦embarrass me tonight.ā
The words hang in the air, and you immediately regret how they sound. Jongseongās expression shifts, confusion flickering across his face as he narrows his eyes. For as long as he has been yours, heās never known you to be embarrassed by him. āWhen have I eve-ā
āMaybe not embarrass, butā¦ā you interrupt, realising your words came out harsher than you intended. āJust donāt be so overprotective or try to hunt down any man that looks at me or breathes next to me. I love you so much for it, but not tonight, okay? This is a big deal for my dad, and I need you two to get along.ā
You see the surprise in his eyes as he processes your request. Despite your concerns, you canāt help but adore his possessive nature - the way he scowls and asserts his claim over you in front of anyone he sees as a threat. The way he reacted to Sunghoonās name even sent a thrill through you, though you knew tonight wasnāt the time for that. You need him to dial it back, and surprisingly, he doesnāt push back.
Instead, Jongseong simply takes the Prada bag from your hand, his fingers interlocking with yours. Thereās a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips, a sign that he understands your embarrassment isnāt about him but about the high expectations your father holds.
āWeāll get along just fine, darlinā. We already have so much in common. We can swap prison stories,ā he jokes, but the humour is lost on you. Your gaze hardens, stern enough that it could turn anyone to stone, and he immediately raises the hand holding your bag in mock defence.
āOkay, okay. Iāll behave,ā he promises, his tone shifting to a more sincere one. āBut if anyone speaks out of line about you, Iām knocking them into next Thursday.ā
You sigh, the tension easing slightly as you nod in agreement. āThank you,ā you murmur, leaning in to peck his cheek in gratitude. The small gesture of affection helps to soothe the lingering anxiety, and as you walk him out the door, your heart feels a little lighter.
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As expected, when you arrive, the scene before you looks like something straight out of Jay Gatsbyās wildest fantasies. The sprawling 13-bedroom mansion, once your childhood home, has been transformed into a shimmering spectacle of wealth. Guests are crowded around the grand entrance, their laughter and chatter spilling out onto the manicured lawn. The estate is alive with the hum of a party that promises decadence at every turn, a stark reminder of the world your father has clawed his way back into.
Despite the legal battles and the assets stripped from him, your father had been too cunning for the law. Heād anticipated the fallout, shielding the most valuable pieces of his empire under your motherās name. The house, the cars, even some of the art that adorns the walls - they all remained untouched, legally out of reach.
You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the evening settle over you as you step out of the car. Jongseong is by your side in an instant, his presence a steady anchor amidst the swirl of luxury and status. His hand intertwines with yours, a silent promise that heās with you every step of the way. Although he might be uncomfortable, his main priority is ensuring your happiness throughout the night.
As you both approach the entrance, the grandeur of the night unfolds around you. The glittering chandeliers cast a warm glow over the marbled floors, and the air is thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and cigars. The crowd parts slightly as you and Jongseong make your way inside, their eyes flicking toward you, assessing, judging, some with curiosity, others with veiled envy.Ā
Jongseongās grip on your hand tightens ever so slightly, a small but reassuring gesture. You glance up at him, catching the faintest smirk on his lips as he surveys the scene. Heās out of his element here, but you can tell heās already sizing up the room, assessing whoās who and what role they might play tonight. Thereās an edge to him that you canāt help but feel guilty for, placing him in an environment that you know wonāt accept him.
Even though his tattoos are covered and his criminal status is concealed behind the expensive suit you bought him, these people sniff out those who arenāt like them, making it known by the judgement on their faces.
Gazing around, Jongseong quickly understands why youāve been so anxious about tonight. The reality of this world is even worse than anything he could have imagined. The opulence, the haughty faces, the way the guests carry themselves with an air of superiority - itās suffocating. How you were raised among these people and managed to emerge with your spirit intact is beyond him, but it makes one thing abundantly clear.
āNow I know why you came begging me for a change of pace,ā he whispers in your ear, his eyes never leaving the snobbish guests who seem to be measuring each other up as much as they are the room itself.
You twist your head to look at him, a curious expression on your face. āI did not beg,ā you correct him, recalling your first encounter differently than he does, the memory bringing a smile to your lips.
Jongseong shrugs, a playful grin spreading across his face as he swings your bag lightly by his side. āWell, you certainly were begging the day I got out. What was it you said to me in the car?ā he teases, eyes sparkling with mischief as your cheeks start to heat up at the memory. āThatās it! It was āPlease, Jongseong, I canāt take it-āā
Your hand shoots up to cover his mouth, your eyes widening in playful horror, though a laugh escapes your lips before you can stifle it, making your attempt at scolding him lose some of its edge. āStop it! This is what I meant by behaving,ā you warn, though your tone is more amused than stern.
Jongseong chuckles against your palm, his eyes softening as he leans in to kiss it gently before lowering it from his lips. āActually, you said not to get possessive,ā he counters, still grinning. āYou should have been more specific.ā
You shake your head, trying to suppress your own smile as you meet his flirty and playful gaze. He has a way of easing your nerves even in the most tense situation.Ā
As you share a quiet laugh with Jongseong, the warmth of the moment is interrupted by the sudden approach of a familiar figure from your past. A woman with perfectly styled blonde hair and a designer dress that practically screams old money makes her way toward you, her smile wide and fake, the kind that never quite reaches the eyes. You recognize her immediately - Emily, a girl you once called a friend before your fatherās fall from grace. Her presence alone is enough to make your stomach turn, knowing the kind of person she truly is.
āY/N! Oh my God, itās been forever!ā Emily exclaims, her voice dripping with an over-the-top enthusiasm that you know is completely fabricated. She flings her arms around you in a hug thatās more for show than anything else, the scent of her expensive perfume cloying as it invades your senses.
You force a smile, stepping back slightly as you extricate yourself from her embrace. āEmily, itās...good to see you,ā you reply, keeping your tone polite but guarded. The last thing you want is to give her any ammunition, especially not tonight.Ā
Itās not just Jongseong that has to behave.
āI was just telling everyone how much I missed you,ā she gushes, her tone oozing false sincerity as she waves her hand around, drawing attention to her perfect manicure. āI mean, itās just been so sad without you around. How have you been? And your father - what a comeback, right?ā
The mention of your father sends a pang of irritation through you, but you maintain your composure, nodding politely. āYes, itās been a challenging time, but he is getting through it.ā
Emily doesnāt miss a beat, already shifting her focus as her eyes flicker over to Jongseong. Her smile widens, eyes sparkling with interest as she takes in his tall, imposing figure. āAnd who is this?ā she asks, her tone dropping into something far more flirtatious. Without waiting for an introduction, she steps closer to him, batting her eyelashes in a way thatās almost comical. āYou must be new around here. Iām Emily,ā she purrs, her hand reaching out to lightly touch his arm.
Jongseongās expression shifts instantly, his easygoing demeanor turning icy cold. He doesnāt flinch, but the look in his eyes makes it clear that her touch is entirely unwelcome. He slowly peels her hand off his arm, his disgust barely concealed. āJongseong,ā he says curtly, his voice devoid of any warmth or interest.
Emilyās confidence wavers, but she recovers quickly, trying to brush off his reaction as if it were nothing. āWell, Jongseong, if you ever need someone to show you around, Iād be happy to-ā
āNot interested,ā Jongseong cuts her off, his tone sharp enough to slice through her facade. He shifts slightly, positioning himself closer to you, making it clear that heās not here to entertain her or anyone else.
Emily's smile falters at Jongseongās blunt dismissal, but sheās not one to back down so easily. She adjusts her posture, regaining some of her poise as she leans in closer, clearly determined to salvage the situation. āOh, of course,ā she says with a laugh that sounds more forced than genuine. āBut you know, sometimes it helps to have a fresh perspective. Someone who knows how these events work, who can help you navigate the crowd.ā She casts a glance at you, her eyes flickering with something that resembles pity before she looks back at Jongseong, her flirtatious tone back in full force. āI mean, you wouldnāt want to get lost in all this chaos, right?ā
Jongseong doesnāt even dignify her with a glance this time, his patience visibly wearing thin. He can feel the subtle shift in your posture, the way your hand tightens around his, signalling your growing irritation. The last thing he wants is for this interaction to ruin your night - or worse, to make you feel anything less than the incredible person you are.
He sighs softly, more to himself than anyone else, before turning his full attention to Emily, his expression hardening. āListen,ā he begins, his voice low and steely, āI donāt need anyone to navigate this place, least of all someone who doesnāt know when to back off.ā He steps even closer to you, his arm slipping around your waist possessively, pulling you snugly against his side. āIām here with my girl. Sheās all the perspective I need, and sheās the only one Iām interested in listening to.ā
Emilyās bravado crumbles further, her forced smile now barely holding together as she realises sheās completely outmatched. The icy edge in Jongseongās voice leaves no room for misunderstanding - her presence is neither wanted nor tolerated. She tries to laugh it off again, but it comes out as more of a strained chuckle. āWell, I didnāt mean to intrude,ā she mutters, clearly flustered, as she takes a small step back.
Jongseong doesnāt let up, his gaze still fixed on her, making sure she fully understands. āYou did,ā he replies bluntly, ābut you can fix that by walking away.ā
You watch the exchange, feeling a mix of relief and admiration for the way Jongseong handled it. He didnāt just brush Emily off - he shut her down in a way that left no room for further attempts. You canāt help the smug smile that is etching onto your face.
Emily finally seems to get the message. With one last awkward smile, she turns on her heel and hurries off into the crowd, her confidence shattered. You let out a breath you didnāt realise you were holding, the tension in your body slowly easing as she disappears from sight.
Jongseong looks down at you, his expression softening instantly as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. āYou okay?ā he asks gently, his tone a stark contrast to the icy one heād used just moments ago.
āYeah. Letās go get a drink.ā
āMusic to my fucking ears,ā he laughs, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head before letting you lead the way to the kitchen. The hum of the party surrounds you, but all you can focus on is the comfort of his presence.
As you walk, Jongseong asks, āWhy did she even come up to you? Didnāt you say they all turned on you once they found out what your dad had done?ā
You nod, casting a glance at the sea of faces that once belonged to people you called friends. Now, they wave at you as if the last five years of cold shoulders and whispered gossip had never happened. āYeah, but back then, they didnāt know my dad had managed to keep a massive chunk of his money. While he might not be a billionaire anymore, heās still a millionaire - and that matters more to them than a prison sentence.ā
Jongseong raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of incredulity and disgust. āSo they wouldāve stuck around if youād just shown them your bank account?ā
āPretty much,ā you sigh. āBut Dad warned me not to flaunt the money heād managed to save, just in case HMRC came snooping again. So when they thought our family lost everything, they ditched me without a second thought.ā
You pause as the reality of it all sinks in, the bitterness of that betrayal still fresh. The socialite life was all you had known - luxury, parties, and a circle of 'friends' who thrived on status. But when your family needed support the most, they scattered like leaves in the wind, leaving you to navigate the fallout alone.
āDarlinā,ā he begins, his voice low and soothing as his thumb traces slow circles over your waist, pulling you closer to his side. āYouāre worth more than any thick-wallet prick in here,ā he assures you, his tone filled with a sincerity that makes your heart swell. And you know he means it. If you were anything like the sea of people flooding your childhood home, he would never have given you a second glance.
But Jongseong saw the real you. From the moment his eyes locked onto yours in that cold, sterile visiting room, he knew there was something deeper inside of you - a spark, a fire that refused to be dimmed by circumstance. Itās why he held you so close then, why he slipped that ring onto your finger with unwavering certainty, and why heās fallen so madly in love with you. To him, you are the closest thing to perfection, a rare and beautiful soul in a world obsessed with superficiality.
Despite the designer clothes that drape your frame, Jongseong sees beyond the surface. He sees your heart - pure, honest, and untainted by the judgmental ways of those around you. He knows you crave something more, a life that pulses with thrill and adrenaline, and heās vowed to give you just that until his last breath.
Reaching the bar tucked away in the back of the kitchen, Jongseong picks up two champagne glasses and hands you one. He watches the bubbles rise rapidly, a sign of the high quality, and it sparks a question in his mind.
āCan I ask something?ā he begins, his tone careful.
āSure,ā you reply, your gaze still lingering on the crowd outside.
āI know your dad still has money, but how is he allowed to keep making it if he stole millions? Surely that puts him on some sort of corporate blacklist?ā
Before you can respond, a deep, familiar voice cuts through the air, stopping you cold. āWell, actually, son, no one can stop you from making money other than yourself.ā
Your eyes widen as you whirl around to face him. Your father stands before you, looking nothing like the man you last saw behind bars. Heās put together, polished, every bit the powerful businessman he once was. His suit is immaculate, tailored to perfection, and his cufflinks gleam, catching the light and silently broadcasting his wealth.
The transformation is startling. Gone is the weary, defeated figure you remember. In his place stands a man who looks like heās never missed a day in the office, as though the years of scandal and incarceration were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. His presence is commanding, and itās clear that the fall from grace hasnāt stripped him of his confidence - if anything, itās sharpened it.
Jongseongās grip on your waist tightens subtly, a silent show of support as your fatherās eyes sweep over the two of you. The tension in the room thickens, and you feel yourself shrinking under the weight of his gaze. The confidence youāve worked so hard to build falters, replaced by a shyness and timidity that Jongseong hasnāt seen in you for a long time. Itās as if youāve reverted to the woman you were when he first met you - uncertain, reserved, and desperate for approval.
This isnāt the version of you that Jongseong knows and loves. Youāve grown so much since then - becoming strong, confident, and unafraid to live life on your own terms. Youāve finally broken free from the need to be a good girl for your father, embracing the freedom that comes with living for yourself. But that was easier when your dad wasnāt standing right in front of you, his mere presence pulling you back into the shadows of your past.
Jongseong feels a pang of frustration as he watches you retreat into yourself. Everything heās done - every word, every action - has been for your sake, to help you see your full potential. Even the blowjob he made you give as punishment on the cliff a few months ago was meant to ignite the spark inside you, no matter how harsh or cruel it might have seemed at the time. Because when you love someone, you want to see them thrive, to become the best version of themselves.
But as he watches your fatherās influence pull you back, he realises that this whole life - the expectations, the wealth, the need for validation - holds you back from that. Your father is the anchor chaining you to a life youāve outgrown, and Jongseong knows that as long as heās around, youāll never truly be free to be the person youāre meant to be. And thatās what hurts him the most - seeing the woman he loves, whoās fought so hard to break free, being dragged back into the very world sheās been subconsciously trying to escape.
āWhoās your friend?ā your father asks, his tone dismissive as he deliberately reduces Jongseongās role in your life to that of a mere acquaintance. He doesnāt even spare him a glance, focusing instead on you with a look that makes your heart race with anxiety.
āDad, this is Park Jongseong. Heās my boyfriend, actually,ā you reply, but your voice grows quieter with each word, betraying the confidence that usually defines you.
It feels like being hit with a brick as you watch your fatherās mean stare shift to Jongseong, sizing him up, looking for flaws, for any reason to disapprove. The tension is suffocating, and you canāt help but feel the weight of your dadās judgement pressing down on you.
Your fatherās eyes narrow slightly, and after a moment of uncomfortable silence, he asks, āHow did you two meet?ā
You hesitate, suddenly realising that the truth might not be the best option. You should have thought of something more palatable, maybe something like Tinder or Hinge - anything but the truth. Your mind scrambles for a safer answer, but before you can stutter out a response, Jongseong steps in, his hand tightening on your hip as he smiles confidently.
āPrison, actually,ā he says, his voice smooth and unbothered.
Your fatherās expression barely changes, but the atmosphere in the room grows even heavier. āOh? And what were you in for?ā he asks, his tone as sharp as ever.
Jongseong meets your fatherās gaze evenly, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. āNow, sir, you know thatās the number one rule of prison - donāt ask a man his crime.ā
Your fatherās lips press into a thin line. āWell, you know mine and you seem to want to dig your nose further into my business. Itās only fair I know yours, considering youāre chasing my daughter.ā
Jongseong almost laughs at the word āchasingā as if he hadnāt had you wrapped around his finger from the moment your eyes first met. āLetās just say my conviction only landed me a few months and not five years.ā
You nudge Jongseongās side sharply, panic flaring in your chest. This isnāt what you wanted. You wanted them to get along, for your father to see the man you love the way you do. But instead, it feels like theyāre circling each other, sizing each other up like adversaries in a game where youāre the prize. The tension between them is thick, and you can feel the clash of their personalities reverberating through the air.
Even with the sharpness of Jongseongās words, your father doesnāt flinch. Instead, he recovers with the kind of ruthless calm that only years of power and manipulation can teach. He steps closer, eyes narrowing as they lock onto Jongseong with cold precision.
āIs that so?ā your father begins, voice low and dripping with disdain. āIāve always believed a manās past speaks volumes about his future. What exactly does yours say?ā
Jongseong doesnāt back down, his grip on your waist firm, almost possessive. āIt says I learn, I adapt, and I move forward.ā
Your fatherās eyes harden, his lip curling into a sneer. āAdapting is for the weak. Real men donāt make mistakes in the first place.ā
Jongseongās smile is icy, his eyes flashing with barely restrained anger. āIs that what you told yourself when you ended up behind bars? Or is that just the lie youāve convinced everyone else to believe?ā
The words hit like a punch, and for a split second, something dark and dangerous flickers in your fatherās eyes. But he quickly masks it with a cruel smirk. āIād watch who youāre speaking to, kid.ā
āOh, I am,ā Jongseong replies, his voice steady but laced with venom. He leans in slightly, his gaze unwavering as he adds, āIām just not a fan of the view, if Iām being honest.ā
Your fatherās wicked grin tightens, the facade of civility cracking just enough to reveal the simmering rage beneath. He steps back, his eyes narrowing as he takes in Jongseongās defiance. āYou think youāre clever, donāt you? But cleverness wonāt get you far in my world. Youāll find that out soon enough.ā
Jongseong doesnāt flinch, his expression hard as steel. āIām not in your world. And I donāt want to be.ā
For a moment, the tension between them is palpable, a silent battle of wills that electrifies the air around you. Your fatherās gaze flicks to you, his eyes cold and calculating, as if weighing his next move. Then, just as quickly, he turns on his heel, dismissing you both with a scoff.
The confrontation leaves you seething, a turbulent mix of anger and frustration churning inside you. You turn to Jongseong, your eyes alight with fury, the fire of your indignation barely restrained. āI told you this was important to me! Why would you speak to him like that?ā Your voice is sharp, quivering with raw, unfiltered emotion that has been simmering beneath the surface, threatening to spill over.
Jongseong meets your gaze with a hardened expression, frustration and determination reflected in his eyes. āBecause, unlike you, Y/N, I donāt have to pretend to be someone Iām not in front of your dad.ā
The accusation hits you like a slap, your eyes widening in disbelief. āWhatās that supposed to mean?ā you demand, your heart hammering against your ribs, the blood pounding in your ears.
Jongseong steps closer, his voice dropping to a lower, more deliberate tone, yet the weight of his words lands heavily. āLook at yourself. The moment you heard his voice, you shrank. Youāre biting your lip like you did when we first met - nervous, unsure. Iām not exactly close with my own family, but Iād say you shouldnāt regress to a scared little girl just because your dad is around.ā
His words strike a nerve, a pang of guilt mingling with your anger. The urge to defend yourself rises within you, but the sting of his observations cuts too deep, slicing through your defences. The bitter truth of it, undeniable as it is, leaves you reeling. The moment your father entered the room, all the strength and confidence youāve painstakingly built crumbled, leaving you feeling vulnerable, like the uncertain girl you once were.
You open your mouth to retort, but no words come. Instead, a flood of frustration and hurt surges through you, overwhelming your capacity to respond. Your hand shakes as you grab your drink, the glass cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the burning turmoil inside. Without a second thought, you down it in one long, desperate gulp, the sharp burn of alcohol barely registering as you push past Jongseong.
Your footsteps are heavy and determined, as you weave through the crowd, making your way out of the extravagant party and up the stairs to find some solace. You hear Jongseong call after you, but you donāt turn back. His brutally honest words, coupled with your fatherās oppressive presence, have left you feeling raw and exposed, your every nerve frayed.Ā
You push open the door to your old bedroom, the wood groaning in protest as you force your way inside. The room is a ghost of your past, a time capsule of your childhood preserved in pale pink walls and delicate lace curtains. The bed, still dressed in floral sheets that once seemed so perfect, now feels foreign -Ā too innocent. The room should have felt comforting, like a sanctuary. Instead, it feels like a cage, trapping you in a version of yourself you no longer recognise.
Jongseong is right behind you, his presence filling the doorway as he refuses to let you retreat into silence. āDonāt walk away from me, Y/N,ā he says, his voice low but firm, tinged with a desperation you rarely hear from him. āThis isnāt how we do things.ā He will always make sure that any argument that arises between you is figured out then and there, knowing how unresolved issues lead to cracks in any relationship, and he refuses to let your father be the hole in your boat.
You whirl around to face him, anger and hurt warring within you. āWell, sorry if being called a scared little girl by my boyfriend makes me not want to speak to him,ā you snap, the words dripping with sarcasm and bitterness. The accusation still stings, a wound that refuses to heal.
Jongseong steps further into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His expression is stern, but thereās a flicker of pain in his eyes, a crack in his resolve that you canāt ignore. āThen fight me on it,ā he challenges, his voice rising with frustration. āBut you canāt, can you? Because you know itās true.ā
You shake your head, the denial is quick and sharp. āItās not, Jongseong. You just wouldnāt get it.ā
His laugh is bitter, cutting through the tense atmosphere like a blade. āWhy? Because Iām not upper class and drinking my weight in champagne that costs more than your college tuition?ā His words are laced with an edge, a defensive wall thrown up to protect himself from the hurt he feels.
You recoil, the accusation striking a chord you hadnāt expected. āYou know I donāt mean it like that.ā
āThen what do you mean?ā he presses, his gaze unwavering. āYou love me for who I am, right? Because class doesnāt matter to you, and you see me for who I am?ā
āExactly,ā you reply, the word strong and meaningful. Itās the truth - you do see him, all of him, you saw him as more than his prison uniform, you saw him as more than the scum society makes him out to be, you see him as your equal, not someone below you.
Jongseong takes a step closer, his voice softening as he reaches out to you. āThatās exactly my point. I see you for everything you are, past the good girl and quiet mouse, because youāre more than that. Youāre confident, powerful, your mind is so fucking strong, baby. So why on earth are you turning into someone whoās scared to even breathe too loud as soon as he steps in front of you?ā
His words pierce through your defences, and you feel a familiar knot of anxiety tightening in your chest. āBecause, Jongseong, he would be so fucking disappointed in me,ā you confess, the admission tumbling out before you can stop it. The weight of your fatherās expectations, of the life heās tried to mould you into, hangs heavy over you. āHe told me my entire life to stay out of trouble, to be a good girl, keep my nose clean, and just get through life. If he finds out I-ā
You falter, the words catching in your throat. You canāt bring yourself to finish the sentence, to admit the truth thatās been festering inside you for so long.
Jongseong doesnāt let you hide from it. āYou what? Actually found someone who makes you happy and lets you breathe?ā His voice is intense, but thereās an underlying gentleness to it, a plea for you to see what he sees. āY/N, heās trapping you, and you canāt even fucking see it. That first day you came to see me in prison, you told me you wanted to do something for you, something reckless. You want out of this life, Y/N, and heās gonna drag you by the feet back into it. He might have gotten out of prison but heās trapping you in one.ā
His words cut through the fog of fear and doubt thatās been clouding your mind, the truth of them undeniable. The life your father envisioned for you - a life of safety, of predictability - has always felt like a gilded cage, something that kept you comfortable, but never truly alive. The past few months with Jongseong have been a whirlwind, a taste of something real, something that makes you feel like youāre actually living instead of just existing. And yet, here you are, retreating back into old patterns.
Jongseong takes another step closer, his hands reaching out to cup your face, his touch warm and grounding. āIām sorry but Iām not going to watch the love of my life lose herself, all to please a hypocritical prick.ā
The tears that have been threatening to fall finally spill over, and you close your eyes, letting the weight of his words sink in. Heās right. You hate the mundane, prissy life youāve been living, the one that your father insists is the only right path for you. The past few months with Jongseong have been the most precious, the most real, moments of your life. But even as you were getting ready for tonight, you could feel yourself slipping back into those old, timid ways, the ones your father would approve of.
You open your eyes, meeting Jongseongās gaze, and for the first time, you allow yourself to truly acknowledge the truth. The life your father wants for you isnāt the one you want for yourself. And as terrifying as that realisation is, itās also liberating.
Your voice trembles as you finally speak, the weight of everything crashing down on you. "Iām sorry, Jongseong," you murmur, your words carrying a multitude of apologies: sorry for lashing out, sorry for dragging him to this party, sorry for trying to hide who he is from everyone downstairs who didnāt even deserve to know him, sorry for all of it.
But before you can continue, Jongseong cuts you off, his voice firm but tender. āDonāt you dare fucking apologise, darlinā.ā He pulls you into his arms, holding you so tightly that it feels like heās trying to shield you from the world itself. His embrace is warm, strong, grounding - everything you need right now. āI just want you to be happy. It might come off as mean but if I have to thump it into your head by showing some tough love I will.ā
His words are more than just a declaration; theyāre a vow. A promise that he will protect your happiness at all costs, even if it means standing against your father or anyone else who threatens it. You can feel the fierce determination in the way he holds you, as if heās ready to take on the entire world if thatās what it takes to keep you safe, to keep you smiling.
You look up at him, your eyes searching his, and what you see there makes your heart swell. Heās not just saying these things - he means them, every single word. āI am happy,ā you whisper, your voice soft but full of conviction. The truth of it warms you from the inside out because you know that your happiness isnāt tied to the gilded expectations of your father or the superficial approval of those downstairs. Itās here, in Jongseongās arms, in the life youāre building together.
His eyes soften at your words, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he leans down. The moment hangs in the air, thick with unspoken emotion, and then his lips meet yours in a kiss that is tender, yet filled with all the passion and love thatās been bubbling beneath the surface. The world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you, anchored in this shared moment of understanding and connection.
The kiss deepens, a slow, deliberate melding of lips that speaks of everything words cannot. His hand finds the clasp that is holding your hair neatly and unhooks it from your strands, his fingers threading through your hair as he draws you even closer, erasing the space between you. Thereās a fervent intensity in the way he kisses you, as if heās trying to pour every ounce of his love, his frustration, his devotion into this single moment. You respond in kind, your hands sliding up his chest to clutch at his shirt, needing to feel the solid warmth of him beneath your fingertips.
Your heart races, matching the rhythm of his as you lose yourself in the kiss, in him. The heat between you rises, a slow burn that spreads through your body, making you dizzy with the intensity of it. Every brush of his lips against yours, every breath you share, feels electric, sending shivers down your spine.
When you finally break apart, itās only because you both need air, but even then, he doesnāt pull away. His forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your skin as he exhales shakily. Your eyes flutter open, meeting his gaze, and what you see there makes your breath hitch - a raw, unguarded love that leaves you feeling vulnerable yet more cherished than ever.
āIām so in love with you,ā he whispers, his voice rough with emotion, as if the kiss has stripped away all his defences. āIād do anything for you, Y/N.ā
You smile widely, joy and harmony finally flowing through your body for the first time tonight. The tension that had gripped you earlier is melting away, replaced by a warmth that spreads through your chest and settles deep in your bones. In this moment, with Jongseongās love laid bare before you, everything else seems to fade into insignificance. Itās just the two of you now, tangled in this shared vulnerability, and for the first time in a long while, you feel truly free.
You let out a soft, breathy laugh, shaking your head slightly as you take in the man standing before you - the man who has seen you at your weakest, yet loves you with a fierceness that makes your heart swell. Considering how you started as a good girl, falling into the dangerous allure of a criminal, you canāt deny how far youāve come. The path youāve chosen has been anything but easy, but standing here now, it feels like itās all been worth it.
Without another word, you lean in and capture his lips in another kiss, this one more deliberate, more purposeful. Itās as if youāre reaffirming the connection you share, grounding yourself in the reality of his presence. Your hands slide up to cradle his face, your thumbs gently brushing over his cheekbones as you pour every ounce of your love and desire into the kiss.
Jongseong responds immediately, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, as if heās afraid to let go. The kiss deepens, the heat between you growing as your bodies press together, the boundaries between you blurring until all you can feel is him - his warmth, his strength, his unwavering love.
As the kiss intensifies, you pull back just enough to catch your breath, your lips brushing against his as you whisper, āDoes doing anything for me include having sex with me on my childhood bed?ā
The playful challenge in your voice brings a mischievous glint to his eyes. Jongseong smirks, his fingers tenderly wiping away the semi-dried tears on your cheeks, as if washing away the remnants of your earlier sadness. His touch is so gentle, so reverent, that it makes your heart ache with affection.
āWell,ā he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone as he smirks down at you, āI did say anything.ā Thereās a teasing edge to his words, but you can see the heat in his eyes, the desire that matches your own.
He steps back slightly, his hands moving to the knot of his tie. With a slow, deliberate motion, he begins to loosen it, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight of him, his dark hair slightly tousled from your earlier embrace, the way his fingers work the tie free with a practised ease, sends a thrill through you. Itās as if the act of loosening the tie is symbolic, a shedding of the constraints that have held you both back tonight.
As the tie finally slips free, Jongseong lets it fall to the floor, his smirk widening into a full, knowing smile. His gaze is filled with undeniable heat as he reaches for you again, his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer until thereās no space left between you. āYou sure about this?ā he asks, his voice a husky whisper against your ear.
āMore than sure,ā you breathe, your hands sliding up his chest and around his neck as you pull him toward the bed. The thought of being with him here, in this room filled with memories of your past, feels like a reclamation of everything youāve fought to become.
Jongseong follows your lead, his hands never leaving your body as you guide him toward the bed. When the backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, you sink down onto it, pulling him with you. The look in his eyes, a mix of affection, desire, and something deeper, something primal, makes your pulse quicken.
He hovers over you for a moment, his hands braced on either side of your head as he looks down at you. The air between you is charged, electric, as if every breath, every touch is heightened by the intimacy of the moment. āYouāre so beautiful,āā he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion, and then his lips are on yours again, claiming you with a fierce, possessive hunger.
Your fingers find the buttons of his shirt, and you begin to work them free, your movements impatient, driven by the need to feel his skin against yours. He lets out a low growl of approval as you push the fabric aside, your hands sliding over the smooth planes of his chest, tracing the contours of his body and tattoos as if memorising every line, every dip.
Jongseongās breath hitches when your hands dip lower, and he meets your gaze with a look that is equal parts love and raw, unfiltered desire. āYou really want this, darlinā?ā he asks, his voice rough as his fingers brush against your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. āBecause you might not be walking straight down those fancy stairs of yours after this.ā
You nod, your eyes locked onto his as you answer, your voice trembling with the weight of your emotions. āI want you. I need you.ā
Thatās all the encouragement he needs. With a smirk that sends a shiver down your spine, Jongseong leans down to capture your lips in another searing kiss. His hands begin to work on the fastenings of your dress with a sense of urgency, his touch both gentle and insistent. He slowly unzips the back of the dress, his fingers brushing against your skin as he pushes the fabric down.
As the dress falls, it reveals your bare chest, and the sudden chill of the air causes your nipples to harden instantly. Jongseongās eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight, his breath coming faster as he revels in the moment. His hands, now free of the dress, move to gently cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples, making you gasp softly.
Jongseongās hands continue to explore your body, his touch electrifying as it moves from your breasts down to your waist. He pauses for a moment, eyes locked with yours, his breath heavy with desire. With a deliberate slowness that makes your pulse race, he hikes up the skirt of your dress, the fabric bunching around your hips as his hands trace the length of your thighs. The anticipation is almost unbearable, your skin tingling everywhere he touches.
As his fingers brush against the lace of your underwear, a soft gasp escapes your lips, the heat between your bodies intensifying. Jongseongās eyes flicker with a primal hunger, but thereās still a tenderness in the way he touches you, a silent promise that heās going to take care of you, to give you exactly what you need.
In response, your hands move with equal urgency, fingers trembling slightly as you reach for the button on his trousers. You can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tighten under your touch, the barely restrained power that lies just beneath the surface. The button comes undone with a quiet pop, and you begin to slide the zipper down, the sound barely audible over the heavy breathing that fills the room.
Jongseong lets out a low groan as you push his slacks down his hips, your hands brushing against his hardness through the thin fabric of his boxers. The sensation sends a jolt of desire through you, making you more impatient to feel him against you, inside you. You could start a new religion for his cock alone.
He leans down, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a newfound urgency. As his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, he teases you, drawing out the moment until youāre practically trembling with need. His touch is both gentle and demanding, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
You arch into him, your hips pressing closer as he slowly slides your panties down, his hands skimming over your skin in a way that leaves you breathless. Jongseongās mouth leaves yours, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin.
āI want them to hear you,ā he murmurs, his voice thick with desire, a promise of what's to come.
āJongseong-ā your voice falters, cut off by the way his fingers dip between your thighs, tracing a slow, agonising path along your slick heat. The sound of your own gasp fills the room, and you can feel the tension winding tighter within you, ready to snap at any moment.
He smirks against your skin, a dark satisfaction in the way your body responds to his every touch, every word. "I need to hear you beg for it," he whispers, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he pushes his fingers deeper, coaxing more desperate sounds from your lips.
Your hands find his hair, tugging him closer as you grind against his hand, needing more, needing everything. "Please, Jongseong...I need you," you manage to gasp out, the words barely coherent as pleasure overtakes your senses.
He pauses, his breath hot against your ear as he lets out a low chuckle. "I know you can do better than that, darlin'," he murmurs, his voice laced with a teasing challenge. His fingers press deeper, curling just right, as he waits for you to give him exactly what he wants.
His words send a fresh wave of heat through you, pushing you closer to the edge. You moan, your body instinctively arching towards him, craving more of his touch. Your fingers dig into his scalp as you writhe against his hand, the building pressure almost unbearable.
"Please," you gasp, your voice trembling with need, "I need you so badly, Jongseong. I'll do anything...just, please."
His smirk widens, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he feels the intensity of your plea. "That's more like it," he growls, his voice deep and full of raw desire. He continues to work his fingers in and out of you, his rhythm slow and deliberate, keeping you on the edge.
"Youāre doing so well," he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear as his lips brush against your skin. "But I want to hear you scream my name, baby. Let me hear how much you want me."
Your chest heaves with each breath, and the pressure inside you becomes almost too much to handle. You nod frantically, your voice a desperate plea as you finally give in, letting out a loud, passionate cry that fills the room. Jongseongās eyes light up with approval, his fingers and lips moving with even more intensity, pushing you towards the edge with an insistent rhythm.
With a low growl of approval, Jongseong finally sheds the last of his clothes, his eyes locking onto yours with a hungry intensity. He positions himself at your entrance, and the first thrust is a slow, deliberate invasion that fills you completely. A moan escapes your lips, resonating through the room and mingling with the soft rustle of the sheets beneath you.
He holds himself still for a moment, savouring the way you clench around him, feeling every shiver that ripples through your body. His eyes roam over your flushed skin, admiring the way your chest rises and falls with each ragged breath. āYou feel incredible,ā he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. āSo tight around me.ā
Gradually, he begins to move, each thrust steady and deep, pushing you further into the realms of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. His hands grip your hips firmly, guiding you to match his rhythm. āThatās it,ā Jongseong growls. āFeel every inch of me, darlinā. It belongs to you anyway.ā
His words ignite a new fire within you, and your body responds with a frenzied energy. You feel every ridge, every curve of him, each thrust driving you wild with desire. āJongseong,ā you gasp, your voice trembling with need, āmoreā¦ā
His pace quickens, becoming urgent and insistent, the pleasure building to a nearly unbearable crescendo. The room is filled with the heady mix of your moans and the rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh, each noise echoing off the walls and creating a chorus of raw, primal passion.
With a sudden shift, Jongseong pulls back slightly, his hands guiding you to a new position. He flips you onto your side, his movements smooth and fast, a mixture of desire and intent in his eyes. You roll over and get a surge of anticipation as Jongseong positions himself behind you, allowing him to enter and hit you deeper than before, giving you that āmoreā you so desperately craved.
Jongseongās thrusts are now angled upward, hitting a spot that makes you gasp with each push. The sensation is overwhelming, a blend of deep, rhythmic pressure and the intimacy of your shared movements.
āIs this what you needed?ā Jongseong asks breathlessly, his voice filled with a rough, almost primal edge as he adjusts his rhythm to match the new position. āTell me how it feels.ā
Your answer comes out as a moan, your words mingling with the sounds of your combined pleasure. āYes, Jongseong,ā you manage to gasp, āItās so deep, so perfect.ā
As he continues to thrust into you, Jongseongās lips find your neck, his kisses soft and heated against your skin. He trails his mouth up and down your neck, each touch sending shivers down your spine. His breath is warm and tantalising, his kisses growing more insistent as he marks you with his mouth.
You can feel his tongue flicking against your skin, each kiss more urgent than the last. His teeth graze gently, then with a bit more pressure, leaving a trail of kisses and marks that grow darker with each pass. āYouāre mine,ā he murmurs between kisses, his voice a deep, possessive growl. āI want everyone to know.ā
The sensation of his lips and teeth against your neck only heightens the pleasure you're already experiencing. Each mark is a vivid reminder of the passion that drives you both, a tangible sign of the intensity and connection you share. āJongseong,ā you gasp, feeling the combination of his thrusts and the trail of kisses that map your neck. āPlease, donāt stop.ā
But you mean it in every sense - don't stop fucking you, as though every thrust and every shuddering release is a lifeline. Donāt stop loving you, as though the depth of his affection and the way he holds you close is your greatest comfort. Donāt stop pushing you to be who you are, to embrace every part of yourself, to feel alive in his arms and in his gaze. You want him to keep driving you to discover and explore every hidden part of yourself, to keep challenging and encouraging you in ways you never imagined.
He responds with a low, approving growl, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drives into you with renewed fervour. āI wonāt,ā he promises, his voice rough with desire and a depth of emotion that goes beyond the physical. āNever.ā
As he continues to thrust into you, his movements become more intense, more urgent, as if heās trying to convey his promise with every powerful push. The room seems to pulse with the rhythm of your shared passion, the sounds of your pleasure echoing off the walls. Jongseongās grip on your hips tightens, his touch both possessive and protective as he guides you through the waves of ecstasy.
āFeel every part of me,ā he murmurs, his voice a blend of tenderness and raw need. āIām right here, with you, always.ā
The intensity of his thrusts pushes you closer to the edge, each movement sending shivers of pleasure through your entire body. His kisses become more fervent, each one a reminder of his love and his commitment. You can feel his heart pounding against your back, a steady, reassuring presence that matches the rhythm of his thrusts.
āYouāre everything to me,ā Jongseong says, his voice breaking slightly with the force of his emotions. āDonāt ever doubt that.ā
Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you ride the waves of pleasure heās giving you. His words, combined with the sensation of him inside you and the way his lips leave their marks on your neck, create a powerful cocktail of intimacy and desire. āI donāt,ā you manage to breathe out, your voice filled with a mix of pleasure and gratitude. āI never will.ā
With a final, deep thrust, Jongseong brings you both to the peak of your shared climax. Your body convulses in waves of pure, unadulterated bliss, each shudder and moan a testament to the intensity of your connection. Jongseongās release follows closely, his groans mingling with yours as he holds you tightly, his kisses now soft and tender against your neck.
As the initial rush of pleasure begins to subside, your muscles gradually unwind, each tremor giving way to a lingering afterglow. The room is filled with the soft symphony of your synchronized breathing, the steady rise and fall of your chests in perfect harmony. Jongseongās kisses on your neck become gentle, almost reverent, as he trails a tender path of affection across your skin.Ā
You feel his body relax against yours, his warmth enveloping you in a cocoon of intimacy. He pulls your face to his, capturing your lips in a deep, tender kiss that steals away the breath you had only just regained. Lost in the peacefulness of him, you savour the slow, lingering connection, each touch and caress a silent expression of his affection.
āLetās get out of here, yeah?ā Jongseong murmurs against your lips, his voice low and inviting, his breath warm against your skin.
You nod, a contented smile spreading across your face. āYeah, letās do it,ā you reply, your voice filled with unwavering resolve, knowing that the moment you step out of this place you once called home, youāll never look back. He grins, playfully nudging your nose with his, his eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and mischief. āIf Emily even looks at you again when we go down there, I might just rip her eyes out.ā Jongseong is sexy all of the time but he is even sexier with a post-sex glow, so you know there are going to be some eyes on him, a pair of them just better not be hers.
Jongseongās laughter fills the room, a deep, resonant sound that carries a note of both joy and possessiveness. He rests his head on your shoulder, planting light, affectionate kisses. āAnd to think, I was the one who was supposed to keep my cool and not get possessive,ā he teases, his voice light and full of warmth.
āYouāre not the only possessive one in this relationship, you know?ā you reply with a soft smile, a hint of playfulness in your tone. āI just donāt show it as much.ā
He raises an eyebrow, his grin widening as he shifts slightly, still buried to the hilt inside you. āI think you should show it more often,ā he suggests, his voice low and laced with a delicious hint of provocation. āIād let you put a collar on me and walk me like a dog if you asked.ā
āDonāt tempt me,ā you giggle, your laughter mingling with his as the intimate moment stretches between you, the connection deepening with every shared breath.
Eventually, you both begin to move, your limbs heavy with the lingering remnants of passion. The atmosphere shifts as you get dressed, pulling on your clothes with deliberate slowness, savouring the last few moments of solitude before reentering the world outside this room. The extravagant party downstairs beckons, the muffled sounds of music and laughter a distant hum, reminding you of the life youāre about to leave behind.
As you descend the grand staircase, the chandelier above casts a golden glow, illuminating the room filled with elegantly dressed guests, all of whom are focused on your father as he prepares to make a speech. The moment his eyes land on you and Jongseong, he falters, his gaze narrowing as he takes in your dishevelled appearance. His jaw tightens, and though he says nothing, the tension in the room shifts, a subtle ripple that everyone seems to sense. He knows exactly what youāve been doing.
At the bottom of the stairs, you pause, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your mind. The opulence of this life, the weight of the expectations youāve carried for so long, all press down on you. For a brief moment, doubt gnaws at the edges of your resolve.
Sensing your hesitation, Jongseong wraps his arms around you from behind, his presence grounding you in the here and now. He presses a tender kiss to your neck, soothing the marks he left there, his lips warm and reassuring against your skin. He keeps direct eye contact with your father, an unspoken challenge in his gaze, before turning his attention back to you.
āLetās go, darlinā.ā
And thatās all the encouragement you need to leave everyone in this room behind, everyone but the man holding you close, promising to love you forever.
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You sit across from each other in a worn red booth, the familiarity of the setting wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. The walls are adorned with faded photographs and vintage memorabilia, a tribute to a simpler time that feels worlds away from the chaos that often surrounds your lives. The table between you is cluttered with half-eaten plates of food - greasy fries, a burger with a bite taken out of it, and a tall milkshake slowly melting in its glass. Itās a scene of domesticity, of normalcy
āIām sorry, but not even anything in prison was that disgusting,ā he quips, his eyebrows raised in exaggerated horror.
You canāt help but laugh at his theatrics, the sound bubbling up from deep within you. The way he looks at you like youāre the only person in the world who matters, even with your food combination choices, makes your heart swell with affection. āCome on, just try it! I promise youāll love it,ā you urge, holding out a fry that you have dipped in your milkshake, your eyes sparkling with playful challenge.
Jongseong hesitates for a moment, then leans forward and takes a tentative bite. His expression shifts from scepticism to genuine surprise as the sweet and salty combination hits his taste buds. His eyes widen, and he breaks into a grin. āSee?ā you say, triumphantly, as he reaches for more fries, dipping them into the ice cream and stealing them from your plate.
āGet your own, oh my God!ā you protest, swatting his hand away with a laugh, though thereās no real annoyance in your voice. Itās moments like these - small, stolen snippets of happiness - that make everything else worth it. The world outside might be chaotic, but here, in this little diner, itās just the two of you, lost in each other.
But the illusion of safety is fragile. As youāre caught up in the moment, a subtle shift in the atmosphere catches Jongseongās attention. A police car pulls up outside, its lights off but the engine still running. You barely notice it, too wrapped up in your banter, but Jongseong stiffens, his senses on high alert. His gaze follows the officers as they exit the car with a sense of purpose, their strides firm and unyielding as they approach the entrance.
You feel a prickle of unease, a small knot forming in your stomach as you notice Jongseongās change in demeanour. His playful smile fades, replaced by a mask of cool detachment, his eyes darkening with the familiar wariness that never quite leaves him. The joy that lit up his face moments ago vanishes, leaving behind the hardened edges of a man whoās been on the run for far too long.
The officers push through the dinerās doors, their presence commanding immediate attention. They donāt bother with the usual pretence of surveying the room; their eyes are locked on your table from the moment they step inside. Your heart races as they approach, each step closer fueling your growing sense of dread.
āPark Jongseong?ā one of the officers asks, his tone clipped and authoritative, as they come to a stop in front of your booth.
Jongseong doesnāt flinch. āWhoās asking?ā he replies, his voice steady, laced with a defiant edge. Heās been here before, too many times to count, but it never gets any easier. The threat of losing his freedom, of being torn away from you, is always looming, always just one misstep away.
The officerās gaze sharpens, not missing a beat. āYouāre under arrest for theft. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of lawā¦ā
Your heart skips a beat, the words hitting you like a punch to the gut. Your mind reels back to the bank job you both pulled off, the thrill of it now tainted by the cold reality closing in around you. Jongseong remains unfazed on the surface, but you can see the flicker of realization in his eyes, the way his jaw tightens ever so slightly.
āYeah? And what exactly did I steal?ā Jongseong challenges, his tone dripping with sarcasm as he stands up, squaring his shoulders, ready for the confrontation. He never liked the police for obvious reasons, but what makes it worse is when they hound him like this when he has done nothing wrong.
The bank you robbed months ago would have already sent him to prison if they knew it was him, and any of the other petty crimes donāt require four policemen and a van.
The officer doesnāt back down, keeping his tone calm but firm. āMr. L/N has reported his diamond cufflinks missing, and when we searched your place, we found them.ā
Your boyfriend lets out a harsh laugh, the sound bitter and incredulous. āYeah? First of all, you canāt search my home because I donāt have one. Second of all, you need a warrant for that, donāt you?ā But even as he speaks, you can see the gears turning in his mind. If your father is behind this, as it now seems, the situation is far worse than heād anticipated.
Your dad is far more powerful than you could ever imagine. That time in prison only gave him more contacts than enemies, and with Jongseong just another fish in a pond, they will happily throw him back to the sea with the right amount of persuasion.Ā
Before Jongseong can react, the officer pulls out a pair of handcuffs, snapping them around his wrists with practised ease. He struggles, but itās no use, the cuffs hold firm, and the officers arenāt about to let him go.
āJongseong!ā you cry out, desperation lacing your voice as you rush to him, placing yourself between him and the officers. Your hands cradle his face, trying to keep him grounded, to keep him from doing something reckless. His eyes soften as he looks down at you, trying to offer a reassuring smile, but you can see the worry etched into his features.
āItās okay, darlinā. Theyāve got nothing on me,ā he says, his voice gentle, but you both know the truth: if your father is pulling the strings, thereās no telling how deep this goes. Heās trying to comfort you, to make you believe that everything will be fine, but thereās a part of him thatās not so sure.Ā
āBut-ā you start, only to be silenced by the press of his lips against yours. The kiss is soft at first, a promise of return, but it quickly turns desperate, as if heās trying to memorise the feel of you, to hold onto this moment in case itās the last. Itās a kiss that tells you everything you need to know - heās scared, and so are you.
You canāt lose him.
The officers pull him away, and you watch helplessly as Jongseong is dragged out of the diner and shoved into the back of the police car. His face, once full of life and laughter, is now clouded with that deadpan stare. You run out after him helplessly and fear for what will come coursing your veins.Ā
Through the window, he mouths the words, āI love you,ā and you nod, tears blurring your vision as you choke out the response, āI love you too.ā
As the police car drives away, taking him with it, the world around you seems to crumble, leaving you standing alone in the dinerās driveway. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, snapping you out of your daze. You pull it out, and your heart sinks when you see the message from your father: āCome home, princess. Be a good girl.ā
The words ignite a fire in you, a seething anger that burns hotter with every passing second. You clench your fists, your eyes falling on the ring Jongseong gave you - the promise of a future together, a future youāre determined to fight for. You made a vow to him, to wait for him no matter what, to stand by his side through thick and thin. But before you can keep that promise, thereās one last obstacle you need to overcome.
genre yandere š¹ warning dark fic, mentions of hitting , blood , starvation , psychological torture ā parings OT7! enhypen x fem reader | back to library .
request: what about yandere!enha when they've gone too far ? like punished you/messed with you enough to the point the person is non-verbal/fainted/really mad at them etc.
ā what happens enhypen goes too far with a punishment?
ć authors note š¹ ć
ļ¹ š : heeseungļ¹ .į
he doesn't think he went too far , in fact he got you exactly where he wanted ā all to himself , that's why he did this , this why he isolated you from your friends, your family; anyone who loved you ā cause only he could love you, you were his. all you did now was follow him around the house , not wanting to leave his side, you even sat on the toilet while he showered. he couldn't even leave the house without you screaming for him to stay , and that made him smile wickedly , he went too far and he loved it. "pl-please don't leave me." you sobbed , grabbing his arms , he wasn't even going anywhere, he just wanted to see what you were gonna do , smiling , he closed the door , pulling your shaking body into his arms as you begged him not to leave.
"see how easily i can leave , remember that."
ļ¹ š : jayļ¹ .į
when you did something he didn't like, he withheld everything from you; shower , food water for as long as he saw fit , he even ordered the maids and everyone else to ignore you. this went on as long as he saw fit , mostly a week , but he wanted to try and prolong it to prove a point to you. ā until one day he heard a thud and scream of a maid , you had fainted. "shit." he pulled the tie of his suit. "don't just stand there pick her up take her to the room , call the doctor." he sighed. "how long did she go without eating?" He asked ,everyone was silent. "how long!" he shouted. "about a week and a half." he cursed , he went too far.
"stupid girl i told you to listen to me , call the fucking doctor."
ļ¹ š : jakeļ¹ .į
jake knew he'd gone too far, you didn't care anymore. you didn't cry when he cut himself anymore , you didn't stay up for days making sure he didn't hurt himself , you were desensitized to his actions and he didn't know what to do , you were gonna leave him for sure now , he no longer had control. "I'll really kill myself this time , I promise." you stood there watching him bleed from his arms , every emotion flowing through your brain ā you snapped , picking up the knife. "fine." he watched you put the blade to your arm , slicing it. "y-yn." you screamed as he began to cry. "shut up , shut up." you shouted at him. "you wanna die? you can't live without me? let's die then." you said , he was watching you go crazy.
he didn't know what to do , he'd gone way too far.
ļ¹ š : sunghoonļ¹ .į
sunghoon was short tempered at times , and you both knew it was only a matter of time before he went too far with his punishments , and he did. "su-sunghoon please." you could see he face turning red. "i'm sorry." he didn't hear you , all he saw was you hitting him and running towards the door , it was locked and he had the key , but he was pissed. "sunghoon please im sorry." all he wanted to do was push you to the floor , but he pushed too hard , you fell to the ground not before hitting your head on the table , knocking you out cold. "shit." he ran his fingers through his hair , checking your pulseā you were still breathing. he picked your body up off the floor taking you back to his room.
he actually felt bad this time
ļ¹ š : sunooļ¹ .į
it happened too fast , you were leaving out the door, you were gonna leave him all alone , you were falling for his manipulation tactics anymore , you didn't pack anything ready to leave , he blacked out , like everything was in flashes; one minute your hand was on the door knob , another flash and the lamp was in his hand and he was behind you , then another flash and you were on the floor , he'd hit you. "oh no." he dropped the lamp , tears welling in his eyes , you were breathing but you were out cold . "im so sorry." he sobbed , holding you in his arms. "yo-you were gonna leave me , i couldn't let you go." he cried. "I'm so sorry." he moved you to the bed.
"i-im sorry i went too far."
ļ¹ š : jungwonļ¹ .į
so maybe he left you in the isolated room too long; normally it was only a week, he knew you could take itā so then what about 2 weeks? 2 and a half weeks? 3 weeks? no you couldn't take it , and jungwon soon found that once he stopped hearing you scream , when he went to give you food , you barely ate it , then you stopped eating all together. he started to fear you were dead , he didn't want that , so he opened the door , where you were balled up in a corner , hair messy , you whimpered from the light shining into the room. "hey come on." he said, you didn't move , he tried to come near you , but you tried to bury yourself into your knees , muttering im sorry over and over again , until he picked you up from the floor taking you to his room.
when you crawled into a ball silently sobbing to yourself , he realized he went too far.
ļ¹ š : ni-kiļ¹ .į
ni-ki doesn't think he went too far , he didn't even twist your arm that hard , why are you crying like a baby? "it's not broken , get up." you don't get up , so he grabs you by that arm which makes you scream in pain , he drops you on the couch. "shit." he realizes it might actually be broken. "i told you not to leave again and you did , this is your fault." he said , how the hell was he gonna explain this to a doctor? he won't , cause he's not taking you to the doctor, well not at first. "go take a pain killer and stop screaming before someone hears you." he only takes you to a doctor because he's sick and tired of hearing you scream.
