Never Have I Ever, Fell In Love With A Psycho | S.JY Teaser
{Paring: Ghostface Jake x Blk Cheerleader Fem! Reader
Release date: Tba
{Synopsis: You are the Star Cheerleader of Woodsboro University, Highly favored by your professors and well loved by your peers. You’re known for being a kind hearted soul, who volunteers to help host the charity events at your school and playing your role as the notorious team captain of the cheer squad. So what could you have possibly done to become Ghostface’s target?
{Genre: smut, serial killer themes, angst, Jake is batshit crazy, college au, 18+ so (mdni).
{Warnings: explicit scenes, rough sex, oral (m&r receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, cum eating, knife play, dirty talk, fingering, pet names, mentions of murder, possessive behavior, obsession (Jake), stalking, character death (not reader or Jake), Jealousy, one sided love at first (Jake), profanities, kidnapping.
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Your heart pounds out of your chest rapidly as tears and your now ruined eyeliner runs down your face. You sprint through the hallways of the school running for dear life, hoping and praying that whatever fucked up nightmare this was you will wake up from it soon. You can hear their eerie dark voice and evil menacing laugh behind you causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up.
Your vision is blurred from the tears that won’t stop falling from your eyelids, fear consumes you whole as you hear the footsteps getting closer and closer to you. Your breathing is ragged, your heart feels like it’s gonna explode any minute from the adrenaline that’s rushing through your veins.
They’re hot on your tail, you can hear them everywhere around you, from behind you, and in your head completely taking over your brain cells. Finally barging into a empty classroom you lock the door shut.
You spot a storage closet making your way into it, you place your hand over your mouth trying to ground yourself from making any noise while trying to control your breathing. You hear what sounds like the sound of metal dragging against the wall piercing through your eardrums.
The waterworks continues as you try to calm yourself down, fighting the urge to scream out loud because you’re so damn terrified. Your heart sinks to your stomach when you hear the door to the classroom slam open.
You hear footsteps walking slowly across the perfectly polished vinyl floors. A knife can be heard being slowly dragged against the desk causing a horrible sound to echo throughout the classroom causing your breath to hitch.
Your eyes go wide when you realize you given yourself away and you pray to god you wake up from this shitty nightmare as soon as possible. The footsteps grow closer to the storage closet as you peak out the little opening of the closet door.
A figure can be seen wearing a black hooded robe, a white skull like mask, and black gloves. You’re full on going into a state of panic when you recognize the masked person from the news and pictures and posters that’s been posted all around campus.
You heard the masked killer goes by Ghostface and he’s known for being a very heartless brutal serial killer. he’s killed 20 people so far and your heart sinks knowing you will mark the 21st person he murders if he was to kill you.
Just as you are processing the information in your head the door to the closet door swings open and you’re met with none other then Ghostface himself. Your heart feels like it’s not beating anymore as time seems to stop.
You don’t move a muscle, completely frozen and paralyzed from the fear and anxiety that’s coursing through your veins. The masked person slightly tilts their head to the side almost like they’re studying your every move.
Finally building up enough strength to speak you decide to do what anyone would do in this situation, beg for their life to spared.
“P-Please don’t kill me, I haven’t done anything wrong to you please I don’t want to die I’ll do anything you want just please don’t murder me” you plead from the bottom of your heart, hoping Ghostface will let you go. The masked figure doesn’t say a word but just stares at you. His breathing coming in steady and calm causing a gut wrenching chill to run down your spine.
suddenly the masked figure starts to chuckle lowly almost mockingly as they bring the cold metal knife to your chin gently lifting your face being careful to not cut through your pretty brown skin and finally they speak.
“Oh Y/n baby, how could you think so little of me? You think I would hurt the most precious thing I hold dearly to me? Do you think I would harm you my darling love, I’m so disappointed in you my love I thought you would’ve known better” the masked figure leans closer to your face, you can feel his hot breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear.
“You mean the world to me my sweet baby, I could never harm you I will kill myself before I lay a finger on you my dear” they hum reassuringly, tucking one of your braids behind your ear.
“W-Who are you! I-I don’t even know who you are how could you possibly be in love with me” you managed to blurt out despite of being scared for your life. Your eyes widened when the masked figure slowly removes their mask, revealing none other than Jake Sim, the top student in your physics class, the guy who never really speaks to anyone, the guy who sits in the back distant from everyone, the guy who nobody would have thought would be committing these horrible murders.
“What’s wrong baby girl? Surprised to see me” Jake smirks at you with an evil unhinged smile, the fear consumes you still, but the flutter in your stomach and the way your heart skips a beat has you questioning your sanity and now you find yourself asking yourself are you just as insane as him?
To be continued…
A/n: eeeee I’m so excited to write this story, I’m so down bad for Ghostface Jake so I know I’m gonna be creaming nonstop while writhing this 😭 but guys I hope you enjoy the teaser because i literally suck at writing them. Please feel free to reblog, share, comment, and like muah 💋.
Y'ALL I'M NOT TRYNA BE MEAN, BUT I CAN'T FOLLOW Y'ALL, THIS IS KIND OF MY SIDE BLOG AND IF I ACCIDENTALLY FOLLOW Y'ALL, IT'S BECAUSE I FORGOT THIS IS A SIDE BLOG 😭😭😭, MY MAIN BLOG IS KIND OF DIFFERENT TO THE CONTENT I REPOST HERE. THIS IS MORE LIKE MY READING ACC, AND SOMETIMES I WRITE SOMETHING UNCONSCIOUSLY 😅. MY DEEPEST APOLOGY, I MIGHT MAKE A DIFFERENT ACC SOMEDAY, I JUST DON'T HAVE SPARE ACC.
synopsis. you recently lost your job, which worried sunghoon that money might be tight, so he proposed an impromptu shower to save money on the water bill. warn! cursing, shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fingering, breeding wc. 1.5k
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you slammed the door to your apartment that you shared with your roomate, sunghoon, and threw your jacket and purse on the floor not long after. you heard footsteps instantly making their way to the living room. sunghoon looked at you, as you had an angry expression raging on your face for a reason he didn’t know of. he cocked his eyebrow up at you and said, "what happened?"
"as if you care!" you shouted at him as you plopped yourself down on the couch, crossing your arms over one another. you think that, since you and sunghoon were roommates, you’d be even the slightest bit close to each other. you’re not. he barely even acknowledged you and always had his friends over, pretending as if you didn’t live there along with him. him asking you what happened to explain why you’re angry just made you even angrier.
he put his hands up in the air, turning around to return back to his bedroom. "my job just fired me," you sighed, giving into his question. you had a soft spot for sunghoon even though you didn’t know him all that well. he stopped in his place, swinging back around to stare at you with wide eyes. "they what?!?"
"shut the fuck up, sunghoon. i don’t wanna hear your shit." you weren’t in the mood at all to hear him ask you a bunch of questions pertaining to how you got fired. sunghoon ran his hands through his hair as he paced back and forth in the living room as you watched him from your place on the couch.
"you know rent has been getting really tight lately, y/n. i can't just pay it on my own," sunghoon says to you before shaking his head and sitting right next to you on the couch. you rolled your eyes before lifting yourself up from the couch. "sunghoon, i don’t want to hear it. i’ll get a new job before rent is due. god you’re so fucking selfish."
sunghoon sat and stared at the floor as you stormed off to your own bedroom. he didn’t mean to make you more upset; just the thought of not having enough money for rent really stressed him out.
later that night, you heard a soft knock at your door that could only be the knock of sunghoon. "what?" you yelled in a blank tone as you continued to read the book in your hands. the door opened, causing you to look up from your book, revealing a shirtless sunghoon in his casual nighttime sweatpants.
"i have to shower. and i know you do too," sunghoon says to you, lifting his arm to rest it on your doorway. you closed your book and turned to look at him with your eyebrows furrowed "okay and?" "we have to save as much water as we can to keep the water bill cheap now."
"don’t tell me you’re saying what i think you’re saying," you sternly said to him. sunghoon smirks and nods, "i am. so come join me, babe." "no! are you crazy?" you shouted at him and jumped off your bed to push him out of your room. he didn’t budge as he remained in your doorway, the smirk never leaving his face.
he leaned down suddenly, lifting you up by your legs to throw you over his shoulder before walking over to his bedroom. you kicked and threw hits at his back that he could barely feel. once you made it to his room, he threw you on the bed and ordered you to get undressed. you had never seen sunghoon like this, and you would’ve never thought that you would end up showering with him.
you gave into his orders, and next thing you know, you and sunghoon were standing in the shower together. you felt some of the warm water sprinkle onto you as you waited for sunghoon’s turn to be over. he promised you that he wouldn’t look at your naked body, and you promised to do the same. as you stared at the floor waiting for him, he couldn’t help but take small peeks at your body.
he had never seen you naked before, but he always imagined what you looked like without clothes. he had high expectations based on how sexy you looked in your usual attire, and how you looked while you were naked exceeded his expectations. you finally looked up from the shower floor, only to make eye contact with sunghoon. your eyes widened as your arms immediately covered your breasts, even though he was already looking at them "i told you not to look, sunghoon!"
he chuckled before reaching his arm out to grab your waist, pulling your wet body close to his own. "i’ve been wanting to see you like this for a while now," sunghoon confessed to you. you felt something rub up against the inside of your thigh, causing you to look down and see what it was. sunghoon was hard, and he was hard because of you.
sunghoon took his hand and grabbed your chin, bringing your face close to his so your lips could meet. as he kissed you roughly, his kisses were full of lust. you kissed him back without hesitation, feeling his hands sneak up to your ass to lift you up. you let him lift you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling his stiff cock rub against your heat from how close you two were.
he pushed you up against the wall as he still held your bottom to support you. his kisses moved from your lips and down to your neck. his left hand remained on your ass as his right hand was placed between your legs. he ran his fingers through your folds, causing shivers to travel down your spine and a soft moan to leave your mouth.
you gasp as he inserts one finger inside of you, pumping it in and out of you slowly to tease you. you run your fingers through his wet hair as you let out muffled moans against his shoulder. he leans his head down to whisper in your ear, "am i making you feel good, baby?" you nod yes as he continues to finger fuck you faster.
you already feel yourself about to release all over his fingers, but he suddenly stops and pulls them out from inside you "i think it’s time you take my dick now." he taps the side of your thigh to indicate that he wants you to stand again. you do as he pleases, and once you're back on your legs again, he grips your waist to turn you around. your face is now pressed up against the steamy shower wall, with sunghoon tapping his cock to make a slapping sound on your ass.
"been wanting to fuck you for so long," he announces under his breath, but you still heard every word. "i’m going to put it in now, okay?" you nod, "p-please just fuck me already, hoon." he smirks at the little nickname you’ve given him before ramming his dick inside of you and thrusting at a high speed. you practically let out a scream as he continued to fuck you senseless, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head back a bit.
with his other hand, he gripped your hips hard so he could get the best angle while thrusting in and out of you. your walls started tightening around him, causing him to hiss "fuck" under his breath and start fucking you even faster. "who does this pussy belong to?" he asks you as you feel yourself coming close to your orgasm.
you could barely get the words to leave your mouth, "y-you hoon. it belongs to you." hearing those words come from you almost made sunghoon cum right then and there. you were just his roommate before, but he always has eyes for you, and only you. whatever girl he was fucking at the time, his mind was always on fucking you and seeing you cum undone all over his cock.
now, sunghoon was getting exactly what he’s been dreaming of. he doesn’t need to jerk off at the thought of you anymore. he could have you and fuck you whenever he wanted to, the first time being in the shower. "fuck, i’m close," he says while his grip on your hair gets even tighter. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as one of your hands reached out to hold sunghoon’s hand that was gripping your hips.
he sees your actions and immediately links his fingers with yours, pumping his cock in and out of you roughly. "i'm cumming, hoon," you tell him as you reach your orgasm and cover his dick in your juices. sunghoon groans your name as you feel his warm cum shoot inside of you, his thrusts slowing later to help him ride out his high.
sunghoon still had you pressed up against the shower wall as he leaned his forehead up against your back. you could practically hear his heartbeat radiating in the room, given how out of breath he was. you yourself were also out of breath from how hard he fucked you, and you enjoyed every single second. "you won’t have to pay rent anymore if you let me fuck you like this all the time," were his words to you before quickly helping you get all cleaned up.
a/n: SO SORRY for having to post this late because of the enha concerts i was going to! but i plan on posting all the days i missed within the next 24 hours so you guys will be getting that. thank you all for waiting and i hope you enjoyed sunghoon fucking you in the shower <3
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WAHHHHHH I'M SO DESPERATE 😭😭😭 AFTER THE AMOUNT OF SCROLLING HEREEE, I CAN'T FIND THATTT SUNGHOON SMUT FIC, WHEREIN THEY'RE ROOMATE AND, YK TO SAVE A MONEY, HOON INSISTED TO SHOWER TOGETHER, AND Y/N A BIT HESITANT CAUSEE YKK WHAT COULD POSSIBLY HAPPEN IF THEY SHOWER TOGETHER, AND YESSS THEY FCK TOGETHER IN THE SHOWER 😭😭, CAN YOU GUYS HELP MEE PLEASEEE, I DREAMED ABOUT IT SO I CAN'T GET IT AWAY FROM MY MIND!!!
ˊᗜˋ PRECiS ！ after a break up with his girlfriend, riki — your number one public enemy — asks you to fake date him so he can make his ex jealous and get her back. but, plot twist ; he is actually deeply and irrevocable in love with you.
GENRE ｡｡ fake dating, frenemies / “i hope he dies” to lovers / “i hope he dies but he is my baby” trope, crack, fluff, angst if your squint really hard.
DISCLAIMERS ╱ female reader, cursing, kms / kys jokes, kissing, mention of drinking + more to be added (if needed)
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one. bailed from russian jail
two. future alcoholic
three. he is like a cockroach to me
four. is this ai generated?
five. barely one dollar and no dream at all
six. did carl bot tell you that
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JI SAYS ⠀ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ⠀not showing profiles because no one has time for that .. i love this trope so much and i hope you guys will like it too ! big mouthed yet awkward (fake) boyfriend riki meal for the summer, go, go, go ><
WAHHHHHH I'M SO DESPERATE 😭😭😭 AFTER THE AMOUNT OF SCROLLING HEREEE, I CAN'T FIND THATTT SUNGHOON SMUT FIC, WHEREIN THEY'RE ROOMATE AND, YK TO SAVE A MONEY, HOON INSISTED TO SHOWER TOGETHER, AND Y/N A BIT HESITANT CAUSEE YKK WHAT COULD POSSIBLY HAPPEN IF THEY SHOWER TOGETHER, AND YESSS THEY FCK TOGETHER IN THE SHOWER 😭😭, CAN YOU GUYS HELP MEE PLEASEEE, I DREAMED ABOUT IT SO I CAN'T GET IT AWAY FROM MY MIND!!!
▹ PAIRING: stalker ex bf ! jake x stalker ex gf ! reader
▹ SUMMARY: You and Jake, exes torn apart, developed a mutual obsession with each other overtime, the lingering romance coming to light with a simple flash of his camera…
▹ WARNINGS: BIG DICK JAKE who records a lil sextape of him fingering you because he's a helpless titty fixated perv, unprotected sex (cowgirl), some crying, a brief handjob and fingering session, kinda angsty
▹ WORD COUNT: 3.5k
“Do you really see better with those glasses on?”
Jake's chocolate brown eyes peeked at you through his specs, a gentle hum rumbling from his throat before answering.
“No. I mostly wear them for the art student aesthetic I’m going for… now don't smile, pretty.”
Snap.
You let the small smile on your face relax at his instructions. “And the other reason?” You pressed, watching as he angled the lens a little higher over you this time.
“Hm, dunno... maybe because cute girls always ask about them?”
You hated it whenever he talked about other girls—
Snap.
Another click of his camera sounded throughout the quiet studio, it’s white flashes lighting up the dim room.
“So you like the attention then?” You teased, watching as his facial expression remained nonchalant.
Focused.
“Your attention? Yes,” he admitted, narrowing his eyes behind the camera. “Might be one of my favorite things, actually…”
Snap.
Good answer Jakey, you thought to yourself, trying your best to keep a neutral facial expression before him.
“One of your favorites just like old cameras, apparently...” you went on… “How come you never use the new one I bought you for your birthday last year?”
“Because,” Jake answered while lining his eyes up with the camera lens, “this one is much easier for me to carry around... I like that it’s portable...”
Why would he need a camera on the go, you asked yourself silently… even though, the reality was that Jake had actually dropped the other camera while following you one night—
Snap.
“Jeez, how many more shots do you need, Peter Parker?”
“You'll know when I'm finished,” the dark eyed boy replied with a foreign rasp to his tone, index finger gently squeezing into the camera button as he continued. “Now stick your tongue out for me.”
“I'm sorry?”
Snap.
His unusual sentence really caught you off guard this time, a feeling of chills washing over you as he took his lower lip into his teeth.
“Beautiful,” he said almost breathlessly, “just try following my directions next time though, yeah?”
“Jake, I need a break...” You sighed, changing your position on the couch as his vision remained glued behind the camera.
“In a minute, ____…”
Snap.
He used your first name on purpose because you used his, and he knew you were the type of girl who didn’t like that very much.
“I said that’s enough, alright?”
You slightly raised your voice at him, his demeanor remaining just as calm as before once a prolonged sigh escaped his throat.
“I suppose five minutes of wasted time wouldn’t hurt,” he said sarcastically, placing his red camera on the stool beside him before extending a hand, helping you off the couch.
“Thanks,” you replied half-heartedly, grabbing the large white sheet from the couch arm and wrapping it around your naked body.
“I could never get tired of this honestly,” Jake confessed, watching you intently as you poured yourself a cup of water from the nearby cooler.
“Tired of what?” You asked in between your first sip, his eyes being all over you except your face as you spoke.
“Looking at you,” was all he said for you to roll your eyes at his words, making him chuckle at your reaction.
“I’m serious, y’know that?”
“Mhm… I can tell,” you smirked with a nod, taking the last sip of your water before making your way back over to plop on the couch. “How about you go over your pictures… you’ll never know if we caught the perfect one already if you don’t check…”
He didn’t verbally respond to your suggestion, only nodding in agreement as he reached for the camera, clicking through its film.
To no one’s surprise, Jake, who doubled as your pervy ex-boyfriend and personal neighborhood stalker, felt himself getting hot all over again just from looking at the pictures of you displayed on the grainy screen.
Today's excuse to photograph you? He needed a nude model for his chiaroscuro themed visual project at the fancy art university he attended.
You knew Jake would’ve a hard time finding any other female (or male) to willingly get naked for him, so you obliged… under the small condition that he wouldn’t try to fuck you afterwards.
Simply put, your infatuation with him always made it easier to agree to whatever stupid favors he needed you to do—
“God,” he groaned under his breath, taking a seat as an attempt to hide the boner slowly growing behind his pants.
“Damn, are they really that bad?” You asked with worried brows, misinterpreting his reaction.
“N-no, not at all,” he corrected, eyes still glued to the camera screen.
“Oh... well… okay then,” you sighed with relief, or maybe it was a yawn?
The studio AC was set to such a low temperature that you couldn't help but feel a little sleepy... especially with how mundane this whole model process was getting to be.
“Can I see the pictures?” You asked, making Jake's eyes widen slightly at your request. He knew it'd be suspicious to say no so he instead gave in, reluctantly handing you the camera.
Clicking the left arrow on the circular directional button, the gallery scrolled, picture after picture, with each slide shocking you with how good they came out.
“Lovely, aren't you?” Jake nearly whispered from behind you as he leaned over the couch, his hands pulling your hair out of the tussled bun he previously styled it in for the first part of the photoshoot.
For the next series of shots, he planned to go for a more natural look, taking your hair down to let it hang as the scent of your shampoo ignited him all over again.
Jake couldn’t stop himself from grinding his hard-on against the back of the couch, eager for any sort of friction that would ease the tension building up inside him.
You felt the teeth of the comb meet your scalp as he continued to comb, the simple act somehow making it even harder for him to control himself.
“You're really talented at this,” you said, just before your eyes glazed over the series of pictures following the one's he'd just taken of you.
Some were from recent trips you took to the supermarket, events you don't fully remember, and even a few scandalous shots of you through your apartment window, changing out of your work clothes—
“Thanks, but I prefer giving credit to the actual person I'm shooting,” he added, looking over your shoulder as you turned the camera off, just before he got a chance to see what you were looking at.
Though, from the almost immediate shift in the studio's aura, Jake had developed a pretty good inkling in his chest as to what you might've seen.
Your throat tensed up, chest expanding slightly with each exhale as a smile grew on Jake's face.
“Just let me know if I'm being too rough, alright?” He started, sectioning out your bangs as his hand slid around your neck, gently cradling your chin upward.
“Jake,” you choked out weakly, a shaky moan slipping past your lips as the comb got caught in a particular knot in your hair, “t-take your time, please...”
You stuttered, hoping in your heart that he wouldn't make a big deal about it.
In truth, you often watched Jake from afar yourself, not being able to get over your obsession with him, even months after you two first broke up…
Your eyes had a way of chasing stolen moments—the curve of his lips as he sipped coffee on his way to class, or the way his personal style slowly changed from denim coats and Timberland's to leather jackets and black boots.
You saw it all, seeking after it as often as you could… using it as a means to coax your own lonely desire for him.
Still, you couldn't quite shake how strange it was to see his gallery filled with images of you from every angle and emotion, even though it eventually delighted you to know that he wasn't as interested in other people as he let on—
“I'm in no rush, ____,” he said plainly, trying to redirect the energy in the room, “just relax for me... I'm not trying to hurt you...”
He chose his words wisely, releasing his hold from around your neck before making his way over to the wall where he dimmed the lights even more.
“I know, Jake,” you nearly whispered, wind flowing from the slightly opened windows as your voice flew with its gust…
“But how long have you been watching me?”
His wrists froze at your question, a mix of relief, guilt, and fear rising within every part of his body.
You turned your gaze towards him, eyes locking to reveal a mirror reflecting your similarly twisted desires, the tension screaming with ambivalence…
“Since we broke up...” He confessed, eerily loud footsteps sending shivers down your spine as he paced against the wooden floor, walking towards you, “does that bother you, love?”
You stammered at first, gentle grasp clinging to the white sheet around you. “It doesn't, Jake... not at all,” you finally mustered, watching as he licked his lips because God, he was such an anxious perv for you...
The way you looked before him in this moment, both fear and recognition present in your features as your body remained still as stone, every natural highlight of your skin looking even more gorgeous beneath the dim lights.
This entire moment was all too much for him… You were too much for him…
Slowly creeping towards you, his intense energy did nothing but make your arms sprout with tiny bumps all over.
“Good,” was all he said at first, trying to digest your body language while freeing himself from his jacket, “but I'm guessing there's something you might wanna come clean about, too, hm?”
“I… yes,” you admitted, somehow regaining your initial confidence, “since you wanna hear me say it so badly... I haven't exactly been able to get over you, either...”
He smirked at your honesty, “How bad has it gotten? The withdrawal, I mean... d'you ever think about me when you touch yourself?”
“Cute, but no...,” you scoffed, “I prefer hands-free fantasizing instead... less mess for me to clean up alone,” you smiled teasingly, tracing the arch of his jawline with your index finger.
It almost felt foreign when you did that just then...
You hadn't touched him like that in months... and even though the act was ordinary, it made you feel something intense—
“I need to take a few more shots of you like this,” he said randomly, reaching for his camera but not sitting on the opposite couch this time.
He stayed right in front of you, joining you on the couch and slightly caging you beneath his frame.
“Trying a new angle I see... these gonna be for your project or—”
“I'm gonna keep these for myself,” he interrupted, snaking his free hand beneath the sheet and lightly caressing the flesh of your thigh before kneading it, dangerously close to your core. “Just make sure you follow my instructions like I asked...”
You nodded at his words, letting your lower body relax as he gently guided your legs open, the sheet falling from over you boobs and exposing them to the air as he grazed your pussy lips with his fingers.
Jake nearly drooled at the sight of your hard nipples, clicking with his tongue to make you look back at the camera. “Start by squeezing your tits together for me,” he started in a low voice, “wanna see how well they’d suffocate my dick…”
The poor guy was still very much hard right now, and it didn't help him one bit with how wet you felt against his fingers, his skilled touch circling your clit as a feathery moan left your lips.
“C’mon pretty, do as I say…” Jake cooed, pointing the camera to you as you did just that, arching your back over the sofa arm while squeezing your tits together, his fingers quickening against your sensitive bud as he kept recording.
You're not sure what came over you just then, but you were starting to feel more than willing to do whatever Jake asked of you, especially when his fingers worked on teasing your initial tightness.
His digits curved against your g-spot, the pressure he applied only escalating as his stiff cock started leaking in his pants.
This entire moment felt strangely nostalgic, reminding you of the many times Jake would stand over while making you cream with just his fingers—
“Tell me when you're close, baby… beg for me to let you come,” he huffed, voice sounding somewhat labored as he intently watched your chest heave up and down, biting his lower lip to stop himself from kissing you.
Because as badly as he wanted to taste you, he had to capture your bliss on camera first, for the nights that memories become too vague... for the nights when fantasies don't compare to the real deal...
Your whole body was a mix of hot and cold, given the temperature of the room and the sexual energy meddling between your excited bodies.
“J-Jake…” you stuttered with a whine, clinging to the couch as your face flushed a ruddy hue, walls desperately clenching around his fingers, “please...l-let me come for you…”
The poor boy didn't know what to do with himself given how wet you were, his puppy-dog eyes looking almost in awe now that the realization had hit him:
He finally got you where he wanted you… and from your perspective, the likewise…
“You can let go now baby,” is all Jake manages to say before you're coming undone, the knot in you abdomen unraveling throughout every limb of your body as pure pleasure coursed through your starved out veins.
Jake kept the camera on your body the entire time, too, his digits only slowing down slightly to help you ride out your high.
He hadn't even fully slipped from your hole yet before a feeling of emptiness washed over you, lust-ridden eyes following Jake’s every move as his veiny hand retreated from your core.
He caught on to it, too... the way your eyes panned in on him like your own built in set of camera lenses... capturing every movement to store in your favorite mental file.
“Fuck,” Jake groaned around his own fingers suddenly, tasting the milky slick he gathered from your hole, “been missing the taste of you so bad, angel...”
“Then kiss me,” you whispered heavily, a clear sheen of Jake's saliva mixed with your sweet release painting the cupid's bow of his pouty lips.
He didn't hesitate to take heed to your words either, setting the camera down with haste before hovering back over you on the couch, not even guiding your face as he kissed your lips, humming into the contact.
The feeling of Jake's sloppy textured tongue against yours sent shivers down your spine, his hot breath doing nothing but heat up the warmth already present between your legs.
His heart pounded against his ribs as the kiss continued, his glasses eventually fogging up from how intense the contact was, compelling you to push him away for a seconds to remove his glasses, your own heart fluttering at his flushed demeanor.
“I need to touch you... r-right now,” you choked out breathlessly, not even bothering to cover your naked body now that the sheet was slipping to the floor.
It was a bit awkward at first, you'll admit, being completely naked while Jake was fully clothed. You grew tired of undressing him with your eyes and knew you had to do something about the issue throbbing behind his pants.
Before Jake could even respond, you were already pushing him back against the other side of the couch, his head plopping on the sofa arm with a gentle thud, fluffy brown locks framing his face.
The shadow of a smirk meddled over his handsome features as you eagerly yet patiently worked on unzipping his pants, the thick mound from his clothed hardness making your head spin.
There was really no point in taking things slow with him in this moment because its not like you two haven't already fucked each other before... only difference now was that it had been a while, so the nerves had built up—
“It's so red,” you remarked with a whisper, just having shimmed Jake's pants down enough for you to get his cock out, “does it hurt?”
“I'll let you know once you start touching it,” he let out with a relaxed breath, eyes once again focusing on the way you sat before him with your tits out on full display.
You took his comment as some sort of green light, gently taking his length in your grasp and pumping it in long, drawn out strokes.
His thighs were already trembling, hips grinding up into your first to gain a bit more friction.
“Fuck, stop teasing, ____,” he groaned with half-lidded eyes, wrapping his hand around yours to manually control the pace.
You let out a laugh at his neediness, swatting his hand away so you could take over again, “This is all apart of the foreplay, Jake... you know I'll be riding your cock properly before the night's out, anyways...”
Deep down, you were having just a little too much fun toying around with Jake right now, but given the sexually frustrated furrow of his eyebrows, you decided to be nice and just let him have you already.
Still pumping his shaft in your hand, you sat up on your knees to straddle him, lining up his tip with your entrance before letting your weight sink onto him, struggling to adjust to his size given how long its been since you took him.
A quiet curse fell from Jake's lips as he watched you wiggle past his mushroom tip, his veiny hands reaching forward to help you completely reach his pelvis.
You let out a shaky whimper at the sudden feeling of fullness, covering your mouth with the back of your hand to stop yourself from making any more pained sounds.
“There you go, pretty... nice and easy...” Jake cooed while still gripping the flesh of your hips, mostly because if he didn't, he would've started thrusting into you, “do you wanna stop?”
“N-no,” you practically blurted out, thighs still feeling tense despite how badly you wanted this with him, “I want you to make me cum again, Jakey... I can take it...”
Your words were like magic to his ears, his strong hand guiding your body against his as he left a tender kiss to your cheek before holding you in place, his dick moving in and out of you at a steady pace that escalated in a matter of seconds.
To be honest, you were shocked by Jake's adrenaline, your body already shaking beneath his arms as he held onto you tighter, grunting with each time your desperate walls clenched around him.
His balls bounced to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin making you shut your eyes tightly in pleasure, whining frantically at the mix of sensations.
Your eyes started to sprout with tears, damping Jake's shoulder as he fucked against your g-spot, making it nearly impossible for you to hold in your delighted screams.
Pouring out a string of whiny moans, your body subconsciously moved with his hips, Jake catching on to your reactions rather quickly as he whispered a sultry “You like that, baby?” against your neck, your head nodding lazily as you looked into each other's eyes, right before your lips crashed into his.
“I missed this so fucking badly, Jake... 'missed being this close to you,” you let out weakly, one of his thumbs going to wipe the tear of moisture sliding down your face as he kept rutting into you.
“I know, angel,” he panted, kissing you on the center of your lips before pulling back, his tip reaching the furthest its ever been inside your pussy as you rocked your hips against his, wobbly pleas of pleasure slipping past both your lips before you felt yourselves reach your peaks.
“Aww, f-f... shit,” you whined, Jake's hips still pivoting against you despite how strong the orgasm was, your thighs trembling as you felt your walls tighten around him.
“That's it, baby,” Jake cooed through heavy breaths, reeling out more of your pretty moans as he rode out your high for the last time, holding you close to him, “let it all out, angel...”
You let your legs relax, just as Jake sat himself up straight, delicate lips kissing along your jawline as he whispered against your skin, “Now you belong to me again…”
And there it was, two twisted souls basking in the very web of obsession the sewed together, a lost love blossoming yet again from a matter of stolen glances and a series of clandestine photographs bringing you back together again.
You internally yawned at the feeling of Jake's lips against you, his possessive words only making your heart sing as you reached down for the sheet, draping it over both your spent bodies...
“I've always been yours, Jake,” you smiled sincerely, ruffling the hair atop his head before falling back into his embrace, letting yourselves snuggle into the plush cushion of the couch, “even when you left me first...”
▹ Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction and does not intend to romanticize the harmfully obsessive behaviors described between the two characters. Real-life stalking is not okay my guys, so please, don’t be a sasaeng and instead seek healthy relationships !
cw: perv!sunghoon. sunghoon does your laundry so: panty sniffing.. and licking, possessiveness, exhibitionism, praise, overstim, hands free orgasm again (?), dry humping but solo (???), sunghoon creams his pants twice lmfaoooo what a loser.
a/n: nastiest thing i've ever written so if it isn't for you, i get it 😭
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sunghoon knows its wrong. he knows its gross, a little fucked up but he can't help it. especially not when you ask him to wash your laundry with his to save on some money.
he couldnt help but dig through your pile, searching desperately for it and- oh! he's found it.
a worn pair of your panties. they're different than he imagined. he's spent hours thinking about it before. he thought they'd be plain, no lace, no pattern. multiple pairs but not alot of difference in color. mainly ones that match your skin tone. you wear alot of light clothing and he sees nothing when his eyes scan your body, spending more time on your ass than anything else. he knows that you dont wear low rise anything so they must be high cut? maybe hipsters? he's sure its nothing out of vanilla for you.
so why would you own a pair of white, bikini shaped, lace trim panties? this soils the picture he had of you in his head. all of his research- all of this knowledge he had of you.
he inspects the garment in his hand. this can't be yours right? sunghoon brings the thin, thin piece of clothing to his nose. it's definitely yours. he can smell the faint scent of your body wash on them.
now he's upset; nearly distraught. why would you own a pair of panties like this? who would you need to impress-
were you fucking other men? were you- sunghoons stomach drops- were you letting them taint you? a different, even more devastating thought springs forward and sunghoon is nauseous. are you not a virgin?
the sadness fades and is replaced by wild, unadulterated anger. his fist closes around the flimsy cloth. god hes upset, frustrated nearly to tears but never at you. never at you. you could never do wrong, his perfect angel. his pretty princess would never do wrong. he knows this, but he's got to take action. do something to solve this issue, make you clean again.
sunghoon brings the panties up to his nose and lets out a whimper at the scent, its tangy but theres a hint of sweetness. fuck, he's hard now. he palms the outline of his cock through his sweats; you smell so good. he knew it, knew that you'd smell good. he tracks what you eat, when you eat it, how you eat it. he makes sure to prepare good, balanced meals for you. he buys you all of your multi-vitamins, tracks the amount of water you drink to make sure you're never dehydrated. he knew you'd smell good, he made it that way.
he feels his cock leak into his underwear. he knows its wrong, knows its fucked up and dirty, but he does it anyway. his tongue pokes out to lick the center of your panties- oh. oh. his eyes roll to the back of his head. it tastes- no, no. you taste good. he feels precum dribble out of his cock and now he feels his underwear get a little damp.
he presses his palm harder against his crotch and takes another, more confident lick at the spot where your pretty pussy would've laid and now he's whining and humping into his hand like a fucking dog. he stumbles at the sensation and catches himself on a washer and he's reminded that this is a public laundromat on campus. a more secluded one, but public nonetheless. the thought of someone catching him makes his head spin.
everyone knew you were roommates. you were so, so popular amongst your peers. so sweet and kind, a smile that lights up a room, an infectious, contagious giggle. and sunghoon, who was so, so handsome but as much as he was handsome, he was shy. didn't talk much to anyone. except for you. he'd stroll with you as you bounced next to him, talking about your day as you both walked back to your dorm.
what better way to claim you than for someone to walk in and see him fucking himself and holding your panties up to his face. the thought turns him on so much that he squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a strangled moan.
god he needs it. he needs to fuck you in front of the whole campus. all of those men that violated your princess parts- he needs them to watch as he stuffs his girthy length into your pussy. he wants them to watch as he stretches you out. he's sure you'd struggle against him as what he had in girth he also had in length, but he knows you'd like it. he knows you'd love being filled up by him. by him.
he's so fucking mad. how could they? he slams the fist holding your panties on the washer as he continues to fuck and grind into his hand.
fuck those men that defiled you. fuck them for touching you that way, putting their filthy hands on your precious body. he'd fix that. cleanse you. cum all over your pretty frame, cover you in it. your face, your tits, cum on and in your tight little cunt. he prays you'd let him fuck your ass too so he could fill that up as well- shit.
he feels it coming. he feels the onslaught of pleasure start to pour into his body. he wants to hold off- wants to hold his cum until he can spill it inside of you but he cant. he's gonna cream his pants like hes a teenager again.
he laps at your panties again and he cant wait to taste your pussy. he can't wait until he can eat you out for hours, have you cum on his tongue over and over and- oh-
his eyes squeeze shut again and he bites his lip to try and conceal his moans. he can't tell if its working though, his ears are ringing and the only thing he can think of is roughly humping his hand to get off.
he whines and whines and whines as he feels himself let go, ropes of cum seeping through his underwear. its spurt after spurt and now his hand is wet and its starting to stain his sweats but he cant stop. his cock has a mind of its own, twitching and jumping and fuck- he's so sensitive.
he stops cumming, stops shooting his load into his underwear. he whimpers and removes his hand from his pants but his hips are still stuttering against nothing.
god he wants to feel it. he wants to know how it'll feel when he slides his cock into your warm, tight, wet cunt. he wants to feel his balls slap against your ass from how hard he's fucking you. he wants to feel your pussy gush around him, cover his cock and balls in your juices. he hopes he can make you squirt so you can drench him in you and- no. no no no-
sunghoons knees knock together as he feels himself cum in his pants again and he might actually pass out this time. its dry, nothings coming out but he feels euphoric. his hips fuck into the air and its so fucking gross, he feels so gross and so dirty but its only for you. only for his pretty princess.
concept: your husband's missing and you've been hounding the police about it, but no one is taking you seriously. no one until you're forced to raise hell and det. park sunghoon takes an interest.
w/c: 3.5k
warning: 1950s au, adultery, mentions of gambling, smoking and gun violence, sunghoon gets a little beat up, reader wants kids; sexually explicit content, vaginal sex, light breeding kink, *unprotected sex, creampie
“Miss, I am tellin’ you to calm down,” Capt. Yang Jungwon is saying as Det. Park Sunghoon walks into the bullpen, a thick stack of files in hand. His fellow detectives are all crowded around a desk, talking and sipping coffee, clearly listening in but not approaching the situation happening on the other side. Sunghoon drops his files on his desk and then walks over to them, leaning heavily against the side of Jake’s desk where Jay’s perched himself.
“What’s going on?” He asks.
“Dame came in here, all upset. Something about a missin’ persons she filed, ain’t heard nothing back about it. No surprise there,” Jake comments, looking over his shoulder at the two of them. “She’s practically hysterical about the whole thing. Started insulting the blues, Jungwon had to get involved.” Sunghoon watches as you poke your gloved finger into Jungwon’s chest, the detective in question still clearly trying to talk you down.
“Miss, we’re working on it. I’m afraid that there just hasn’t been any developments in the case. Nothin’ we can do about a case that don’t have anything happenin’ to it,” Jungwon insists.
“Don’t have anything happenin’ to it? Well, you’re just not looking. I swear, I come in here every day and no one’s doing anything around here. Might as well bring rubberneckers around, they can wander about, gawk at these statues you have stationed at these desks!” You tell him. Jungwon sucks in a breath, putting his hands on his hips. “What the hell are all our tax paying dollars going to if you can’t even find my husband? Ain’t even looking for him!”
“Well, that just ain’t true and I already told you, you need to calm down, Miss. I’ll have some of our best look into this case, just as soon as we have the manpower that a case like this affords.”
“And what am I supposed to do in the meantime? Stand around, twiddling my thumbs and hoping that someone from the police force finally contacts me?” You ask. “This is ridiculous, what kinda circus operation are you carrying on here, Capt. Yang? Why, I oughta get the police commissioner involved.” Jay grimaces while Jungwon runs a hand through his hair. Sunghoon pushes off from the desk, walking over to you.
“Miss, I understand you’re upset,” Sunghoon says and Jungwon looks over at him while you turn towards him with a huff, crossing your arms over your chest. “I apologize for the state of things, I can only imagine how difficult this must be for you. If you have the time, I’d like to take another account of your missin’ person’s, just so we have the record straight. Do you have a moment to spare for me?”
“I already told you all about this. Maybe if someone had been listenin’ the first time,” you give Jungwon a hard look, the captain in question sighing heavily.
“And I’m so sorry about that,” Sunghoon assures you, resting a soft hand on your arm. “Please, I just want to make things right for all of us. Would you let me?” You shrug a shoulder, expression still pinched, and Sunghoon smiles softly at you. “Let’s talk somewhere quieter,” he insists, guiding you with a hand on your shoulder.
“Count on Sunghoon to talk any woman down,” Heeseung says, sipping from his mug.
The two of you get settled in the breakroom, Sunghoon giving you a cup of lukewarm coffee, your legs folded daintily at the ankles underneath the table. He peels off his jacket, hanging it on the back of his chair as he sits beside you, his notebook open in front of him. You curl your fingers around the paper cup of coffee while your purse sits beside you on the table. He folds his hands on the table, pen in hand.
“I understand this must be difficult for you,” Sunghoon says. “I can only imagine how hard all of this has been. I apologize for our captain, he’s a good man, he's just… young and a bit harried. Things have been so crazy around here, not that that’s an excuse for letting cases like yours slip through the cracks.” Your expression starts to soften and Sunghoon turns to his notebook. “Take me through your case. I understand it has to do with your husband?”
You walk him through it, your husband’s missing persons. He hasn’t been home in over a week, he went out with the boys the weekend before last, told you he’d be gone the whole time. You got into a row about it, he told you not to worry yourself with the finances and you stopped asking, letting him go on his little boy’s trip. He didn’t show back up on Monday, which worried you, but you figured he was still mad and just went right into the office. The office called on Tuesday though, said he never showed up on Monday and now if he didn’t show up again by Wednesday he was gonna be on probation. That caught your attention, got you going to the station to give a statement.
“I see,” Sunghoon says. “And your husband, what’s he like? His habits?”
“Oh, the man works all the time. I never see him,” you say and Sunghoon frowns. You’re beautiful, stunning and dressed to the nines in front of him, full face and hair done up. You’re practically a doll and this man doesn’t give you any attention? “Always in the office and when he’s not, he’s out with the boys. He’s a compulsive gambler, I can’t hardly get him to stay home on the weekends, always drinkin’ and smokin’. It’s a wonder we can keep a roof over our heads,” you sigh, shaking your head to yourself.
“I’m so sorry,” Sunghoon tells you, a furrow in his brow. You wave a hand to him as if to brush it off.
“Nothing I can do about it. I swear, I never married such a man, he changed as soon as we got hitched. Always in and out of the house, never paying any attention. We keep the house, but just barely. We do okay, considerin’.”
“He have any enemies?”
“None that I know of, but I often feel like I hardly know ‘im.”
“Some men,” Sunghoon mutters to himself. You tilt your head and he smiles sheepishly. “I apologize. I oughtn’t say such a thing.”
“No, it’s quite alright,” you tell him. “He’s far from a good man, my husband. My momma told me he was no good, my daddy said the same thing, that I was gonna up and find myself alone one day. I shoulda listened, but I was young and foolish,” you giggle and Sunghoon smiles softly at you. “What can I say? Everybody makes mistakes when they’re young.”
“Still, I imagine being without ‘im is hard. For you and the kids.” You clear your throat awkwardly, sipping from your cup of coffee. Sunghoon leans back, looking apologetic. “Goodness, I can’t keep my foot out of my mouth. Assuming such a thing about a young lady. You’re probably barely old enough to have children of your own.” You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand as you bring your cup back down.
“Oh, you flatter me detective,” you tell him, shaking your head. “No, it’s not that, I’m more than old enough to have babes of my own. I just… never had any. We only been married a short time.” He jots that down. “We talked about it but… oh, I guess I talked about it.” You tuck your hair behind your ear, a shy smile on your lipsticked mouth. “Maybe he never really wanted kids. I wouldn’t be surprised. Like I said, I hardly ever saw ‘im once we got married.”
“You make me want to apologize for him,” Sunghoon says and you look at him from under your lashes. “I know we men can be difficult to get along with, but your husband, he’s uhm… well, he’s somethin’ else. I know there are worse men out there, but it oughta be a crime, leaving your wife home alone all the time like that. You must’ve been lonely. No kids, no husband.” You blush softly, swallowing as you toy with your pearled necklace. “And now all of this. I hope I can find him for ya, if only to talk some sense into him.” You laugh softly, looking at him gently. “After all this hassle he’s given ya, he outghta be sorry. Spend all his days with you, give you those kids you want.”
“You married, Detective?” You ask, letting go of your coffee cup to thread your fingers together. Sunghoon laughs, shaking his head as he leans back in his chair. You look him up and down, from his handsome face to his broad shoulders, strong forearms exposed by the sleeves of his button up rolled to his elbows. He’s a hell of a man, doing all this for you, talking to you so sweet. He deserves it.
“No, miss,” he tells you and you frown. “Ah, the job keeps me busy. No time for datin’,” he explains.
“Shame. You sound like you’d make a lovely husband,” you tell him and giggle at the blush that coats his cheeks.
It’s gone midnight when there’s a knock at your door, causing you to bundle yourself in a robe over your nightgown, slippers shuffling across the floor as you rush for the door. Someone at your home this late at night, you can barely believe it, why would anyone be here. You push yourself to your toes, looking through the peephole in the door. You gasp loudly, reaching down to yank open the door, finding Det. Park standing on the other side, looking worse for wear.
“Oh my goodness, what happened to you!?” You cry, lifting your hands to your mouth. There’s blood crusted at the corner of his mouth, a bruise rising on his cheek and a tear in his tie. His jacket is hanging from his arm while his other arm is resting on the doorframe, as if to keep himself upright. His shirt has come partially untucked as well and he looks at you through tired eyes. “Please come in,” you say, reaching forward to touch his shoulder.
“No, miss, I really oughtn’t,” he tells you but you tsk.
“Nonsense, you look a mess. Come inside!” You pull him in and Sunghoon stumbles over his feet into your home. You close the door behind the two of you, guiding him into the sitting room. Sunghoon falls into the couch heavily, wincing. You rest a gentle hand on his cheek, tilting his head up. “I’m gonna get you some ice for that,” you tell him and turn to go but he closes a hand around your wrist. You gasp, turning back to him.
“Please, Y/N, won’t you take a seat?” He says and you look at him in shock. “I don’t want to stay long. I really didn’t intend to come in at all. Don’t worry yourself over me—”
“Well, I’m gonna!” You say, taking your hand back. Sunghoon’s hand falls to the couch and he looks up at you with gentle eyes. “We’ll talk just as soon as I get you that ice.” You touch his cheek again. “Be a damn shame somethin’ happenin’ to that face.” Sunghoon smiles slightly and you leave him, disappearing into the kitchen.
When you return, you sit down beside on the couch. It is, perhaps, a little bit inappropriate, you sitting so close to him on the couch, but you pay it no mind, pressing a washcloth full of ice to his smarting cheek. Sunghoon hisses, jerking back from your touch but you persist, gently holding his opposite cheek to keep it pressed to his skin. He watches you tend to him with dark eyes, trying not to stare at the rest of you as your attention is focused completely on him.
You’re hardly dressed, a thin nightgown on your frame, covered by a silk robe. It’s come partially untied at your waist, revealing the nightgown underneath and much of your legs. He shouldn’t be looking. Even knowing what he does, you’re a taken woman, a married woman, your ring is still on your finger. Still, his gaze slides over your bared legs, your nightgown only reaching the middle of your thighs, the neckline dipping down, revealing the swell of your breasts. He swallows, averting his eyes.
“Y/N,” he says, voice soft, and you meet his gaze. “I came here with something very important to tell you.”
“Go on.”
He gently leans away from you, removing the ice from his face. You blink at him, your hands falling to your lap, ice cradled in your fingers as he takes in a deep breath.
“Y/N, I managed to track your husband down,” he tells you and you gasp softly. Sunghoon gently rests his hands over yours. “I’m so sorry, but I found him several cities away. You see, he wasn’t alone.” You swallow, tears beginning to build in your eyes. “I wish I wasn’t tellin’ you this. Breaks my heart, breaking a beautiful woman’s heart. But he’d run off with some girl. I found him with her at some hotel, he said he didn’t think you’d care, he said—” You shake your head, taking a hand out from under his to wave it at him, cutting him off. “I’m so sorry, doll.”
“I was such a fool,” you gasp out, trying to stop your tears. “I was such an idiot, marrying a man like that.”
“He was the fool, you see that, don’t you?” Sunghoon insists. He lifts a hand to your face, brushing your tears away with his thumb. “A fool and a cheat, he never deserved you. He did all these things, playing your heart and for what? Just to run off with some whore the second he was able.” You shake your head but Sunghoon holds your cheek in hand. “No, doll, don’t blame yourself. He doesn’t deserve that. What he deserves is twice the beating I gave him.”
“You hit him?!” You gasp. “Sunghoon, these bruises—!”
“Well earned,” he tells you. “And I’d do it again. I only left when he pulled a gun on me, beautiful.” You let out a sob, covering your mouth with your hand. “I only left because I couldn’t let him win. Someone had to tell you. Someone had to come back here, make sure you were okay. Make sure you weren’t staying up at night, waiting for some man who don’t care about you. Don’t stay up for him, he don’t deserve it.”
“Why would you do all that for me?” You ask, voice breaking.
“Because you’re a good woman, doll. Because you deserve someone who loves you the way he never would.”
You drop your hand, leaning forward to kiss him. Sunghoon cups your face in both of his hands, kissing you back. Kissing you with everything he’s worth, with all he has. He might not be your husband, but that man doesn’t deserve your tears, doesn’t deserve all the love you might still have in your heart for him. Sunghoon will be damned if you waste another second on a man who couldn’t care less about you.
This is why he wanted to leave. He knew that if he stayed, he would make a mistake. He knew that if you let him into your home, he wouldn’t be able to leave. He knew that the moment he was able to get close to you, he would want so much more than he should. And yet, it doesn’t feel like a mistake. Nothing about the way you feel against him, the softness of your skin, the press of your lips, and feel of your nightgown under his fingertips as he pushes it up your thighs, none of it is a mistake.
He takes you back to your room, and the two of you fall into a bed that man had no rights to be in. Sunghoon hastily strips out of his button down, his slacks, pushing your robe off of your shoulders. Your clothes end up in puddles all over the floor, his mouth mapping the curves of your neck and shoulder as he lays you out on the bed. Your nightgown remains on because he can’t bring himself to take it off of you, ivory silk and the lace trim reminding him of a wedding gown. The way he’s about to take you is twice the love making your husband could’ve ever given you, sliding the skirt of your nightgown up your thighs like worship, like consummation, like adoration. You arch underneath him as his hands reach your hips underneath the skirt, fingers tucking into your panties.
“I’m going to take these off of you,” he whispers into your lips and you nod. “I’m going to love you the way he never fuckin’ could.” He pulls your panties down your legs, discarding them over the edge of the bed. His hands find their way back up your thighs as he kisses down your chest, along the swell of your breasts, pushing your legs open, bunching your skirt up around your hips, exposing you to him.
His undergarments hit the floor and he hitches your legs around his waist, guiding himself inside of you. He kisses you breathless as you moan into his mouth while he slips inside. His cock settles deep inside of you, his chest against yours, your legs coming around to wrap around his waist. Sunghoon leans down over you, hands on either side of your head as he keeps kissing you, rocking his hips into yours.
“Oh my God,” you whine into his lips. “You feel so good. So good, Hoonie.” The nicknames pools in his hips, making him twitch inside of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him down to you, kissing him again. “You make me feel so good.”
“I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making you feel good, beautiful,” he assures you, kissing your cheek, trailing towards your jaw. “Never want to stop being with you. I’m gonna love you so good, make you feel so wonderful.” He nips at your jaw, starting to pick up the pace as he throbs, aching inside of you. You whine, rocking up against him, pleasure unfurling inside. “My beautiful doll. When I’m done with you there’s gonna be no doubt that you’re pregnant. Give you all those kids you want so bad.”
“You’d do that?” You whimper and Sunghoon leans back to meet your gaze. “You’d give me kids?”
“I’d give you anything you’d want, beautiful.” He kisses you hard, tongue slipping into your mouth as he fucks you harder, faster, spurred on by your desire. You whimper into his mouth, clutching harder at his shoulders, a foreign feeling building inside of you, wet and aching and needy. You arch up underneath him, tightening your legs around him, trying to pull him deeper, trying to feed the ache that’s filling you. Sunghoon’s mouth moves to your neck again, whispering into your skin sweetness and promises.
“I’m going to fill you with me, constantly, over and over again, until I’m sure. Until there’s no way you won’t be pregnant, until there’s no doubt you’re carrying my baby.” He kisses your throat, pounding hard and fast into you. You moan loudly above him, nearly sobbing from how good it feels. “Give you all the babies you want. My beautiful darling, mother to my children. You must want that so badly.”
“Yes, yes,” you gasp out. “Yes, please. Please, Sunghoon, please. I want it. I want you to give me kids, I want to carry your baby, please, let me do that.” Your voice breaks, a moan choking out of you as you come, suddenly. It washed through you, intense and unrelenting, a feeling you’ve never felt before. All these years, your husband has never made you come but you shake underneath Sunghoon, your cunt clenching and unclenching around Sunghoon’s cock. He groans above you, burying his face in your neck.
“Fuck,” he groans out. “Oh, God.” He spills inside of you, spurts of warm cum filling your cunt. You hum softly, sinking into the feeling. You can feel him twitching against your walls, the heat of him inside of you. You hold him close to you as he comes down, forehead against your shoulder, hips pressed against yours.
“Don’t pull out,” you whisper. “Stay inside.”
“I won’t, beautiful,” he promises you, words panted into your neck. “Have to make sure you’re carrying my baby, don’t I?”
“You want it too?” You ask and he hums in agreement. You close your eyes as Sunghoon peppers kisses up and down your neck and shoulder.
“I want it. I want to give you everything he never fucking could. Starting with making you the mother to my children. You’re gonna make a lovely mother,” he nips softly at the lobe of your ear. “And an even better wife.”
a/n: *both parties engage in unprotected sex in the above work well aware of the outcome and fully wanting the possible consequence of pregnancy. i personally do not recommend it but what can you do?
this work was heavily inspired by ja3yun's 1970s jake piece that they posted (not tagged, not because i don't think aj is amazing and wonderful and talented but because i'm hella shy) and these promo photos totally and completely broke me. i, however, love 50s aus and couldn't help myself. i hope you all enjoyed reading as much as i loved writing it.
includes: jungwon smut, jungwon x y/n, hand job, blow job, submissive jungwon, dom y/n, somnophilia
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“mm…” jungwon moans quietly in his sleep, his eyes slowly beginning to open when he feels a tingling sensation in his cock. he quickly sits up, lifting the covers only to see his girlfriend sucking him off. your tongue lapping at his tip when your innocent eyes make eye contact with your boyfriend who was now awake.
you kiss his glistening tip before smirking, “sorry baby, did i wake you?” you slightly tilt your head, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
jungwon groans, propping himself up on his elbows, “you couldn’t have waited for me to wake up?”
you kneel in front of him, your fingers wrapping around the base of his cock. “are you mad at me?” you slowly move your hand up and down his length, feeling him twitch. the sudden movement makes him moan a little, his hips slightly bucking up.
“stop teasing me and finish what you started.” jungwons eyes are dark when he looks at you, precum dribbling from his tip which your finger immediately rubs.
“wonnie, that’s no way to talk to your girlfriend. especially when i’m doing you a favour,” you smile, tapping his tip with your finger. “i can stop if you want me to?” you try not to giggle.
“n-no, keep going- you’re the one who made me like this,” jungwon leans back in bed, closing his eyes. but as your hand stops moving, he lets out a deep sigh, “please.”
“mm?” you cross your arms, watching his adams apple move as he gulps. “i didn’t hear you, won. speak up for me.”
“please.” he keeps his eyes closed, his cock twitching harshly at this point. but you just giggle to yourself, loving watching your boyfriend like this. “please keep going…” he says a bit more loudly.
“only if you watch.” you kneel back down in front of him, breathing on his warm cock. jungwon sits up a bit and looks down at you, biting his lip. you noticed how tired his eyes looked, remembering he was asleep a few moments ago. you smirk and stick your tongue out, licking along his tip, slowly moving down to the base. your eyes stay connected to his the whole time, watching his breath hitch.
“fuck…” his body shudders, not even a few minutes pass before your forcing his cock down your throat. jungwon was never afraid of using his voice when he felt good. that was one thing you loved about him — when he feels good, he moans — and when he moans, he moans.
“w-wait, baby- i’m gonna…” his hips buck up making you gag a bit. “stop, stop, stop.” he mumbles over and over. but you knew he didn’t actually want you to stop. you kept your same pace and movements and next thing you knew, you could feel those thick white ropes painting the inside of your mouth. you’re basically swallowing his cock while trying to take in all of his load, your eyes teary from how far in he was.
sucking his cock harder for a moment before pulling it out of your mouth and tapping it on your tongue, jungwon moans, watching you do so. his body twitches and shudders at the overstimulation, his mouth slightly opened as he keeps repeating his “ah”s.
you give his dark pink tip one last kiss before crawling in right beside him. he turns to face you, heavy breathing. “where’s my kiss?”
you giggle, “i didn’t think you’d want me to kiss you after just having a mouth full of your cum.”
jungwon grabs your chin and presses his lips against yours, causing you to moan into his mouth.
“my turn to make you feel good?” he asks, hovering on top of you.
Sunghoon, a keen and professional man between the hours of 8 AM to 5 PM. ServiceKing, a faceless and proud man between the hours of 9 PM to 12 AM. Sunghoon’s secret night-life has nothing to do with the faces he sees day after day...until it does.
or the one where you pay for a one on one call with a faceless cam guy you’ve been watching for a little while, and the next day your boss is avoiding you like the plague.
minors dni
PAIRING ― boss / cam boy!sunghoon x afab reader
WORDCOUNT― 4.5k
WARNINGS― dub-con since reader doesn’t know it’s him.
CONTENT― office setting, sunghoon is a service top/soft-dom/whatever his clients need lol
NOTE ― this was supposed to be a drabble, but i just....it needed a little more plot sorry. it's not very good, like fr this is not up to par with what I wanted... but i wrote it so im gonna post it.
What are the chances? Honestly, what are the fucking chances?
Sunghoon sits up quickly from his relaxed position upon hearing a voice far too familiar on the other end of this call. He’s lucky he doesn’t have his camera on just yet, you’d have seen the embarrassing reaction to…well…hearing you of all people.
He knows the world can be small sometimes, but this is too small for comfort as he hears your muttered voice through the microphone again.
“So, what am I supposed to do?” You say.
“Ah, uh–” Sunghoon pauses. There’s no way it’s actually you. Can you not recognize his voice too? “What type of call did you request again?”
“Full service.” You remind him.
Oh. You’re into this kind of thing? That pretty, well-mannered employee of his? The one who sips coffee quietly at her desk while actually responding to her emails? The one who never shows up to co-ed parties? The one who always dresses appropriately and addresses him in a timid way?
You…just paid a cam-boy to get you off in full? Not just any cam-boy either, you paid him?
God, his cheeks are so heated at the arousing thought. Never once has he ever imagined you in any scenario that doesn’t involve excel spreadsheets and finances. Arguably, you’ve probably never thought of him all spread out fucking his fist either but…you’ve blatantly seen him do it already.
He wonders how long you’ve been seeing this part of him, how long you’ve been getting yourself off all alone while he puts on a show for hundreds, and sometimes, thousands of people.
As detrimental as this is, it’s his job to do this. You paid him to do it, just like how he pays you to do your job. He can’t be letting this hold him back. No, in fact, he needs to get this hour long session over with as quickly as fucking possible.
“Right,” Sunghoon lends a chuckle, nervous sounding on his end but to you it just sounds cheeky. “Can I get your name, babe?”
You’re quiet at first, never having done this before and absolutely not wanting this random horny guy to know who you are. Honestly, you already requested that only he turns his camera on during this call as well. As if you’d give out your real name. You give him a name that rhymes with your own instead, and there’s another chuckle after.
He knows you’re lying. Out of all the employees that are under him, you’re the one he has to correspond with the most. After all, you’ve been up for the promotion to being his assistant for the past three months. He knows that isn’t your name.
Smart girl, just like he knew you were.
“Is that so?” He tilts his head at his blank screen in amusement, watching the microphones light up with each breath. “Alright, and you’ll do everything I say, yes?”
You nod to no one, realizing he can’t see you and instead giving him a hum and gentle words of “of course.”
His image flashes across your screen just moments later. The same as his usual streams. Face out of frame, hand strong and willing, his cock out and on display– only half hard.
“Listen to me very carefully,” Sunghoon calls out now, as if to show you that it’s time to begin, your almost-name falling from his lips shortly after. “Don’t hold your breath, you paid good money for this, and I want to hear you.”
Oh man, this is embarrassing for you to be doing this. But truly, anything at this point is better than another night all alone.
And he does hear you. Relishing in that voice he hears day to day reciting memos and budgets, only this time, you’re calling out pleasurable reactions to how he tells you to fuck yourself.
He’s good at it too. You can’t help but listen to every word, touching and massaging when he instructs you to, stopping just short of orgasm for him to ask, “That feels good, doesn’t it? Wish you had me doing it for you, isn’t that right?”
Always using the fake name. Giving you full-service by the end of the call.
Safe to say, you’re feeling refreshed by the next morning as you ready yourself for work, wanting very much to book the infamous ServiceKing again.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Fuck, he can’t even look at you. Not after the way he got off last night.
Not after hearing you moan out the way you did while he simultaneously imagined you all spread out on his desk for him. Not after hearing the fucking wet between your legs as you frantically tried to cum when he told you to.
Not after you did cum for him.
“Mr. Park–” You chime through his door, not quite noticing the way he stiffens in his seat.
God, if you had called him that last night…
“Hm?” He composes himself by acting bored and uninterested in whatever papers you have held tightly against your chest. “What is it?”
“I got the statements back from our parent company, I think–”
“Great. Just set them down on my desk.” He cuts you off, patting his desk before hoping you get the fuck out of his office before he ends up breaking office rule number one.
What is office rule number one, you might ask? Never fuck a co-worker. What’s worse is that you’re not his fucking co worker. You’re his employee.
You raise a brow at his demeanor this morning. The usual not-so-up-tight Sunghoon appearing far too distracted today compared to usual. Most mornings, he’ll at least give you a smile and a “thank you.”
“Mr. Park, is there anything I can get for you?” You ask with concern in your voice.
Sunghoon pauses every thought in his head as he looks at you. Narrowing his eyes and wondering if maybe he’s just overreacting. Maybe he's mistaken and that girl from last night isn’t you at all. After all, there’s plenty of people with the same pitch in their voice. She didn’t even turn on her camera, and she gave him a different name anyway.
Maybe he just wishes it was you.
“No, I’m fine–” He says, mistakenly calling out the fake name rather than your actual name.
You miss the way his eyes widen for a split second before correcting himself to your real name.
“Ah, my apologies. Got a little tongue tied.”
You stand there in shock. No way in hell he just called you by the name you spoofed to a cam-boy last night. Coincidences can be so weird, and being called that hits you a little too close to home.
It feels awkward in the room now and both of you play it off as a genuine mistake. Though, to you, it has to be a genuine tongue-tied version of your name. Sunghoon couldn’t possibly know about that. Besides, he appears to be more tired than usual anyway, so…you choose to believe it’s a crazy coincidence.
You give him a nervous chuckle as you wave yourself off and out of the room with a small “It’s okay, you know where I am if you need anything.”
What he needs is to watch his fucking mouth. What he needs is to stop thinking about how you just reacted to being called that. What he needs is to pretend that none of this is happening and do his goddamn work.
And he tries. He really does. Unfortunately, his eyes go from blurs of numbers and words on spreadsheets to the window of his office. Just outside of it. You.
How is he supposed to focus after kind of, accidentally, practically fucking you? Sure, he never touched you but…it really was you. The way you reacted to that name was so telling, and he can’t help but actually check you out now.
You, with that body. You got off to him, with those legs of your spread out while staring into a screen. All alone, listening to his voice, moaning for him…and now you’re just sitting there in your business casual outfit like he’s not unintentionally getting hard.
So, he avoids you. At all fucking costs, he avoids you.
You get up from your desk? So does he, making sure that if you start coming his way, he’s walking out and in the opposite direction. You send him an email? Out of office, despite clearly sitting at his desk. You call his phone to ask a question? He forwards you to his current assistant.
And this happens for days. To the point you know that promotion is slipping from your fingers.
Naturally, you’re frustrated with the office-dynamic. After all, you’ve heard rumors of picking favorites. You thought you were one of them, but it appears that Sunghoon may just decide to try and beg his current assistant to stay with bribes of double pay.
You’re more frustrated as the days go by. Leaving work yet again with no good-byes from the boss who used to show appreciation for how hard you worked. He’s colder than usual, he’s stiffer than usual, he’s– a fucking asshole these days.
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Ping!
Sunghoon stares at his secret email in disbelief.
NEW REQUEST FROM: [your email/username]
$500 PENDING.
FULL SERVICE.
Requester note: work has been hard lately, will you help me de-stress for a little while?
[ACCEPT REQUEST] [DECLINE REQUEST]
Sunghoon hovers over the decline button for a solid thirty seconds as he burns a hole through his screen. Work has been hard for you lately, huh? Has it now? Try being him.
He shifts his mouse to the accept button, wondering if he even needs that extra five hundred dollars. Those funds just to suffer more at work? Just to suddenly have the need randomly throughout his day to make you moan for him? Just to have the sounds of your pretty voice echoing in his head more and more the longer he ignores you?
His finger clicks, hitting the accept button as he lets out an exasperated sigh.
Why did he just do that?
Wait.
Maybe this will help him get through the work weeks. Fucking you through words alone in secret, never telling you who he is, always letting you use him even if it’s just through audio and visual stimulation.
After all, if you found out who ServiceKing is, you very well may quit. Hell, you might get him fired. Fuck.
This is dangerous.
Yet, he feels the excitement in his gut before it even hits his cock as the clock ticks. He gets to hear you again soon, you get to watch him cum again soon, he–oh, he’s so turned on right now just thinking about it.
And the time comes too slowly for his liking. He feels as if he’s been edged by the time the two of you enter the call and he’s immediately turning his camera on.
“Ah, look who it is,” Sunghoon starts, already positioning himself with a raging hard cock on the screen. “Had me wondering if you’d come back to me.”
You don’t know why your cheeks heat up, but the feeling in your gut is miles better than the frustration and anxiety that you felt throughout the day.
“I was wondering the same thing,” You speak into the mic meekly, hiding your face despite knowing he can’t see it. “I just need to get my mind off of stuff for a little while.”
“Oh yeah?” Sunghoon chuckles into the mic, his face perfectly hidden. “Wanna give me some context? Maybe I can use some of the information for–”
“God.” You immediately start, shutting the man up on the other side of the screen in an accidental frustration-dump. This is not what you paid him for, but you still appreciate the space to release your brain before, well, your cum. “My fucking boss.”
Sunghoon’s ears perk up, lazily stroking himself as you continue with a frantic voice.
“I swear he just flipped on me. I thought I was doing so good, I thought I was gonna get that new position, but now he’s just ignoring me and treating me like some temp or something.”
Sunghoon hums lowly, listening intently to the way you bring him into conversation to a man that…unfortunately, is that very same boss.
“Hmm, that’s interesting.” Sunghoon continues palming himself as he soothes you through your frustrations. “Your boss isn’t praising you.”
You pause, feeling a ping in your gut.
“If I were him, I’d praise you every day–” Sunghoon softens his voice. “Every night.”
“Oh…” You listen to his words, feeling your frustration melt out of you in an instant as you now focus on the way his cock twitches through the screen.
“Wouldn’t let you go a second without thinking of how good I am to you.” He continues, both hyping himself and degrading his day-time self. “If I were your boss–”
You interrupt his words with a very quiet groan, he fucking heard it.
“Mm, you like that?” He smiles to himself, gripping the base of his cock and thrusting up to show the full size to you. “The thought of your boss liking you a little too much?”
You hum. Not that you’ve ever thought about it too deeply, but now that he’s said it, praising you, putting down your actual boss, telling you what he’d do if he were him?
You guess, for tonight anyway, you’re into it.
“What’s his name, babe?” Sunghoon asks, wondering if you’ll actually out his name to a stranger.
“Park Sunghoon.” You expose him instantly, full name and all, even with a bit of bite in your voice.
Damn.
“Oh, yeah?” Sunghoon draws back, jerking his hand up once. “I’d fuck you better than Park Sunghoon.”
You smile at the thought, imagining yourself with more power than Sunghoon has. Like you’re his boss, you’re the one dangling a promotion just out of reach before giving it to someone else.
“See this?” The man on the screen grunts out to you, fucking tight thrusts into his fist. “Watch me, baby, get a good look.”
And you do watch. Intensely, you stare at his big cock, the head of it darkened and leaking with each pass of his hand. You’re not even touching yourself at this point, but it’s like you can feel the force of it.
“Now, I need you to open those legs for me.” He instructs you.
You do as he says much like before, letting your legs fall open but not yet letting yourself touch. You still sigh at the movement, your panties alone shifting were enough to make you want to hump your hips up.
“Now, turn on your camera.”
Silence. Your ears ring momentarily at the words as you immediately close your legs.
“What?” You ask in a higher-pitched tone than usual. “I requested for no c-”
“No.” Sunghoon mutters, shifting his position to lean towards the microphone and whispering now. “You do as I say.”
He hears you huff at his words, but he hears the shifting around on your end.
“I want to see that pussy open for me.” He continues in that same low-rumbled voice. “I want to see what Park Sunghoon is missing out on.”
You don’t know what it is about this situation that turns your discomfort into pure, rushing arousal. Never in your life have you ever considered fucking yourself on camera, especially after paying someone else to do it for you, yet–
“Do I have to show you my face?” You ask quietly, already trying to find a lower-face-mask just to be safe in case you lose your composure and accidentally reveal yourself.
“No,” Sunghoon assures you through a deep breath. “I already told you what I want to see.”
More silence save for the shuffling he still hears on your end.
“Open your legs and turn it on.” He encourages you now, keeping his hand still on himself as he waits to see if you’ll actually do it.
And…
Oh fuck.
“There she is.” Sunghoon hums, trying to keep his composure at the way you give him access. Honestly, he didn’t think you would, but you do, and all he can do is lay himself back again, staring straight at the image of you.
Your face is out of frame much like he is but this is the first time he’s ever seen you with so little clothing on. No bra, thin tank top, no shorts or pants, just panties. It takes everything in him not to moan out at the image.
After all, it’s confirmed to be you.
Fuck, that’s you right there.
“Already so wet too?” Sunghoon groans now, focusing on that spot between your legs, probably so slippery and warm.
You’re very shy though, not moving much better yet speaking as this faceless man takes in your image. You feel awkward, but still turned on despite squeezing your legs together and hiding that spot from him.
“Oh, baby–” Sunghoon coos out in a way that makes it seem as though he was endeared by that. “That’s not going to work.”
You’re more focused on your embarrassment than you are on the way his cock leaks and pours pre-cum at the image he’s witnessing.
“How am I supposed to show you how much better I’d take care of you?” He continues, reverting back to the same role play from before. “I bet that boss of yours wouldn’t want to bury his tongue in you like I would.”
Your legs fall open at the words, and he can see the way you thrust up just slightly.
“That’s it, you need someone to touch you, don’t you?” He continues, watching you intensely. “Need someone to lick that pretty pussy?”
You nod, once again forgetting that he can’t see you do it before you finally speak.
“Please.”
His moan after hearing you seems far more intense than the first time you did this with him. In fact, he appears entirely focused on you. Role playing in some way but somehow acting more real than last time too.
“You deserve some love for all that hard work.” He says to you, encouraging you to keep talking for him. “Play with yourself, go on. You need it.”
You follow his instructions on instinct, as if your body truly does need the release.
“Feel it– not too hard, just graze over your panties.”
Ah, still you listen, holding your breath at each feather-light touch you give to yourself per his request.
And he watches. Hyper-focused on the way that darkened spot on your panties grows bigger and bigger. So wet for him doing exactly what he wishes he could do for you come tomorrow morning.
“Your other hand babe, slowly, lift your shirt and–”
He doesn’t even have to keep instructing you. You do exactly as he wanted, lifting your shirt gently before playing with your own nipples, still lightly grazing your fingers over your swollen clit that’s restricted by your panties.
You moan quietly at the feeling, wishing so much that it doesn’t have to be your hands doing this.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Sunghoon hums, now working his palm against his own length, gentle, barely grazing it. “Now, look at me.”
You draw your eyes forward, the image of him already arousing from before, but now? Why is he so much hotter now? As if the screen is nothing but a window into his bedroom.
“You see how hard I am right now?” You can hear the smile in his voice as you continue to work yourself up to near-sensitivity. “Never been this hard for anyone else.”
Oh, that’s bullshit. He does this as a job. He’s just sweet talking to you for sure.
“Been thinking about you since the first time you booked me.” He continues, keeping the touches light and making sure you don’t press on yourself too hard either. “Was hard all week for you.”
Okay, yeah, maybe you are a little too into praise. Lie or not, it’s exactly what you need to hear right now.
“You're gonna be just as good for me tonight too?” Sunghoon hums, tightening his grip. “You’re going to push your panties to the side and show me that you missed me too, right?”
Yes. The light touching has been nothing but torture at this point, wanting so badly to be told to do more. For yourself, for him.
You barely recognize how your embarrassment leaves your body when you stretch your panties to the side, letting him see how they stuck to you only to unfold in a glistening mess for him.
“Messy, messy, messy.” Sunghoon moans, struggling so hard by now not to fuck his fist straight to orgasm. But no, he can’t ruin this moment.
That’s your pussy, looking so wet and tight, so needy.
“Gently still, open up for me.” Sunghoon groans lowly, watching so closely the way you spread open your lips for him, the hole pulsing and dribbling so much slick.
Never in his life has he ever wanted to bury his tongue into someone this badly. Goddamn, he’s nearly obsessed with you at this moment. He loses composure.
“Fuck–” He seethes, feeling his cock twitch wildly against his hand. “I want you so bad.”
Those words feel more real to you than anything else. Virtual sex is one thing but to have a man blatantly moan those words to you as if he means them? As if he has never let it slip for any of his other scheduled calls?
“What’s the name of your boss again?” Sunghoon asks, pretending as if he forgot, just to hear you say it.
He notes the way your pussy clenches through his words too, as if he can see the confusion not through your expression, but through your arousal alone. Asking you that turned you off.
“What’s his name, baby?” Sunghoon presses, offering an excuse. “I wanna know who it is that gave me this tonight.”
Alluding to the fact that the only reason you’re paying him is because your boss made you feel like you need release in some way.
“Park-” You start, not wanting to deny his demands. “Sunghoon.”
“Ah, yeah.” Sunghoon holds his breath, closing his eyes briefly just to let that breathy voice sit in his mind before focusing back on you. “Two fingers babe, slide them in.”
God, you listen just as well as you do at work. He should have given you that promotion the day he saw your application. Even without seeing you do as you're told in this situation, he already knew you were going to be getting that interview next week.
He listens to the way your cunt swallows up your fingers, so wet and needy. Swollen around the two digits as you slide them in with a breathy sigh.
“Spread your fingers, open up.”
You do, presenting your opened core to him without any shame at this point. Allowing him to look, wanting him to look.
“Now, say–” Sunghoon swallows around a lump in his throat. “Thank you Sunghoon.”
Your pussy pulses around your fingers, recoiling again at the name.
“Say, Thank you Sunghoon, for all of this stress.”
He continues, trying to encourage, adding another lie of an excuse just to get you to break.
“Because, if it weren't for him, I wouldn’t be needing to take care of you like this, now would I?”
In your horny brain, it makes sense.
“Thank you, Sunghoon.” You moan, plunging your fingers into yourself without being told to do so, moaning out for the faceless man on the screen at your break in composure.
And, well, Sunghoon himself is on fire. After all, you’ve only ever referred to him as Mr.Park, and hearing you practically moan his name in such an intimate way? It does nothing to keep him from spiraling into an even more selfish mindset.
“Again.” He instructs you, watching the way your legs shake through saying his name.
“Thank you Sunghoon.” You continue, as if the words are natural despite feeling intense irritation for the man. “Thank you.”
And, well, that very name you’re moaning is now also moaning. That little fake name you gave to him falls from his lips after you say it each time, fucking into his fist and hoping you’re watching, nearly unable to ask you to stick another finger into yourself.
Not needing to ask at all, apparently, because you do it yourself. You even bump your clit up against your wrist too.
Shit.
He needs you.
“Thank him for what?” Sunghoon starts to ask, feeling an orgasm approach far too quickly.
“For making me come to you!” You answer him as if you’re frustrated, hips bouncing up against your hand just to dig your fingers in deeper.
“What else?” He asks now, forgetting what it is he should not be doing.
“Hmm?” You answer in a drawn-out moan.
“Thank him for what else?” He repeats first, only to follow up with his own answer. “For giving you a reason to cum.”
“Yes!” You groan, now grinding your hips up and against your palm without relaxing back against the bed. Intentionally chasing as your eyes remain on him, watching him pull and tug so roughly.
“So fucking pretty” Sunghoon praises as he snaps his hips in time with his moving palm, eyes so tuned into you that– “Fuck–” He moans your name. “So pretty.”
And he didn’t realize it. Half expecting you to moan back for him, he’s still moaning as he watches you halt what you’re doing and cover yourself entirely.
“What did you just call me?” You ask in an out of breath voice.
Sunghoon repeats your fake name to you, feeling the energy shift in an instant.
“No. You just called me–” You repeat your real name to him.
“Ah, sorry babe, must’ve gotten tongue tied.”
There’s a rush of anxiety within you as you stare at the screen. There’s….no fucking way.
Given, you’ve never seen him outside of a suit. The voice you hear doesn’t click in your head as Sunghoon’s either, considering he’s never a man of very many words.
Instantly, you’re covering your camera with your hand, watching how the man on the screen spreads his legs out and drops his cock. Like he’s waiting, like he’s listening, wondering. Are you making a fool of yourself right now?
Are you misreading?
He seems calm, and if it really is Sunghoon…surely he’d be disconnecting right now, right?
Why would he even be fucking himself on camera anyway? The guy makes bank! You’re the one who sees his paychecks, after all. Still, there’s a twisting in your gut as you ignore the way you still drip against your sheets.
Very quietly, just to see, you work up the courage.
“Mr.Park?”
It’s silent for a few seconds as the man on the screen shifts, a blur of movement forcing you into a state of motion-sickness.
You almost thought he was going to chuckle at you and ask if you were thinking about your boss rather than him. You almost thought he would use that to his advantage.
You almost thought you were wrong, but– he disconnects.
A few moments later, you receive an email with a refund of your five hundred dollars.
And two hours later? Lying in your bed with anxiety in your gut, you get a text from none other than Park Sunghoon.
cw: perv sunghoon. he's a little gross but who isn't tbh. masturbation, edging, overstimulation. throatfucking, breeding. sunghoon's imagination runs wild.
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okay but gross perv sunghoon who is obsessed with you ohhhh here we go
you know him, you speak to him every once in a while. he asks you for a pencil in class, "coincidentally" bumps into you at your favorite coffee shop. sees you at the gym and offers to spot for you, blatantly staring down your sports bra to get a peek at your tits.
oh but his favorite time of day is when he gets home from whatever occasion he's decided to meet you in. he unzips his pants and pulls his boxers down just enough to free his cock, balls aching in anticipation. he spits in the palm of his free hand and starts to jerk his cock, his other hand occupied in holding his phone.
on the screen is his favorite picture of you. it's an innocent picture, truly. you've got a big grin on your face, phone clearly propped up on a window sill as the sun illuminates all of your pretty features and fuck- his cock twitches. he imagines you're on your knees beneath him, mouth open and eyes wide. he knows he's big, no woman has ever been able to take him fully.
he wants to see the fear in your eyes when he pulls it out, hot and heavy in his hands. he just thinks you'd look so cute. he'd never make you take it all, though. he's no sadist. that being said, no harm in forcing your head in place for a couple seconds, have you spluttering on his cock just for him to let you up, let you catch your breath.
his pace quickens and he's so fucking close. he wants to blow his load all over your pretty face and lick it off once he's finished just to spit it back into your mouth.
then the scene changes. you're on top of him. legs shaking, hands gripping his as you struggle to fit him inside of you and-
sunghoon circles his fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing so hard it fucking hurts. it hurts so fucking bad but he can't cum yet, not until he's finished fantasizing about fucking you.
once the feeling subsides, he continues vigorously pumping his length, the overstimulation making him dizzy, dazed. its almost primal, the way he wants to take you. fuck sitting on top of him, he wants to fuck you into the mattress. he wants to tower over you, big frame covering your small body as he breeds you. thrusting into you is a bit of an overexaggeration. to be exact, hes barely pulling out before pushing back into you. he imagines holding you down, cooing at the cute noises and squeaks you make.
his breathing picks up, his brows knit together, his jaw goes slack and he's about to cry. he's about to fucking cry as he feels his balls tighten up for the second time. he's out of his mind, brain rotted by the thought of you. fuck- fuckfuckfuck he's gonna cum.
he sucks in a deep breath, doubling over and fisting his cock violently. he's being so loud, nearly yelling as milky white liquid spurts from his cock. he can feel it through his whole body and its so fucking good. his eyes squeeze shut and he continues his fast pace even after he's emptied his balls. hes addicted to the feeling. he wants to cum over and over and over until he's nearly braindead. he feels drool run down his chin and he's fucked himself stupid once again. when he opens his eyes up, hand finally slowing its pace to a stop, he's happy to see that he released his spunk all over his phone. it covers the screen that once showed your angelic face.
he know's he put on a show. he can only hope that you, his roommate, heard it all.
to all the boys I've fucked before: to the boy who was my rival by @jaylaxies
brooklyn baby ft. heeseung by @minhosimthings
gilded skin by @minhosimthings
jay takes the lead by @taeghi
homes not home by @heesdreamer
forever and always; by @.luvyeni
JAKE
To, Future You by @ja3yun
HYPER-SEXUAL by @simpjaes
jake ft. jungwon by @simpjaes
wet dreamz by @heart4gyu
big d*ck for dummies by @simpjaes
desecration by @simpjaes
so high by @angel1kisses
air dropping: love, at 305 by @hee-pster
brand new moves by @shanbinswf
my shy husband by @.nyanggk
SUNGHOON
I found your blog.. by @hottestvirgin
I'll pick you up by @heeseungwifey
sub!hoon by @glitterjay
ceo!sunghoon by @hottestvirgin
sex for dummies by @jjunieworld
roses are dead by @hrtbinz
ice play by @jaylaxies
fuck the attitude by @issamultistan
knock down by @sunghoonsslut
conceal by @4imhry
cabin fever by @rosesbxrry
afterparty by @heeseungrr
JUNGWON
I love. by @theysaidhush
vamp!jungwon by @jwrnya
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young, dumb, and full of.. by @drunkhazed
so soaked by @jjunieworld
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detective jake and sunghoon by @hoondrop
titty fucking jungwon by @simpjaes
hyung line caught wanking by @hee-pster
when you act out by @.naomiarai
jake and jay cussing during sex by @jungwondazed
moving in with best friend!hoon by @jaylaxies
cockwarming streamer!heeseung by @.enha-cafe
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preview. the ever quintessential first time dad moves in next door with his five year old and finds it impossible not to fall for you, the pretty girl who gives his daughter cookies and him; the doll eyes. obsessed with your entire being, unable to keep his hands off you, park sunghoon questions if he's just crazy or he's crazy over you.
or where, he notices the way you look at his hands a little too long for it to be innocent.
meet the cast. single dad!park sunghoon with his pretty neighbour fem!reader.
genre. DILFF AUU !!, SMUT MDNI, fluff, neighbours to lovers, sunghoon is quite literally yes insanely crazed over you and for the sake of god can't keep his dick soft, domestic a little bit i guess, i want to make her my wife trope EEEKKK, slight age gap (hoon in late twenties and reader in early twenties) more to be added.
word count. est around 20k or more
warnings. inaccuracies about parenting cause i aint a parent, i got no idea. more will be mentioned in the actual post.
releasing. very soon!! .. progress update tag
park sunghoon was hot, he was a walking greek god. was single and wore these fitted suits that had you weak in the knees. if that wasn't hot enough, park sunghoon also had the cutest baby girl you had ever come across and it just made him hotter than he could ever have been.
"hey, um .. is ji—" sunghoon stands at the threshold of your open apartment door, one hand holding his creased blazer and the other rubbing at the back of his neck. embarrassed and shy at having to show up at yours looking like a mess after work because his daughter ran off while he was busy on a call and taking out her school bag from the backseat. and because everytime his daughter ran off, it was to the pretty girl next door who gives away sweet cookies all the time.
"is jia here? yeah she's in the kitchen," you answer, smiling soft and knowingly at the worried guy who barely looked like a dad. he worked in a corporate editorial, out before eight in the morning just as you prepared ingredients for your bakery. taking his daughter along to school, her excited voice resonating through the halls talking about how they were going to play with clay in class. around seven in the evening you'd hear her again, this time alone as she would skip over to your door because dada was too slow.
on weekends it'd be impossible to ignore the ruckus they made playing around, sometimes inviting you over for lunch because sunghoon apparently made too much and jia wanted to share her dada's delicious food. on some occasional weekends when he'd be called in to work for a few hours, jia would promise him to stay home and behave only to call you through the landline the moment he'd step out the door. and you would text sunghoon to come over to yours after work, his daughter munching on the new flavored cupcakes you made, unbothered about her dad and his scoldings.
"come on in, i made some almond lime tart, you could give me some feedbacks along with jia. you know she always says it's good and i can never know if it's actually good," sunghoon can't help but chuckle at that, slipping off his shoes by the front and walking inside. his eyes following your figure with a fond look as you tend to his daughter delicately, and might he admit— even more so than him.
you're sweet, you know how to handle kids; cue that one time jia was crying her eyes out after school and he had no idea what to do to comfort her, knocking at your door frantically and having his mind blown at how quickly you figured things out and calmed her down.
you're sweet, you know how to handle kids, you treat them both so well, always ready to help him out with jia, giving them sweet treats every other day and most of all— you're fucking pretty. way too pretty for him to handle.
「pairing」 : bf!jungwon x fem!reader
「word count」 : 1.4k
「synopsis」 : jungwon had invited you over just to spend his time studying while you sat on his bed, watching him. after growing bored, you came up with the perfect plan to distract him, and it worked, just not how you anticipated.
「genre」 : smut
「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, oral (m. receiving), slight fingering, cum eating, face fucking, petnames (doll, babe...), slight choking, small amount of unprotected sex at the end, derogatory names (slut, whore...), degradation, lmk if I missed anything!!
「notes」 : this was originally supposed to be a hard thought because of this picture, but my inability to write anything small strikes once again... also this is for the lovely nia (@intromortal) as payback for those links you sent in the gc :>
You started to wonder why your boyfriend even invited you over to his dorm if all he was going to do was focus on his studies. Maybe it was because he just wanted your company, but you weren't sure.
However, what you did know was that you were getting bored and needy, having been deprived of your boyfriend's touch all week due to finals. Just when you thought you would finally get your boyfriend's touch, kiss, dick. It was pulled out of your reach once more.
"Wonnie..." you whined out once more, draping your arms over his shoulder, face buried in his neck. "When are you gonna be done? I'm bored."
Jungwon sighed, dropping the pen that sat between his fingers to grab your wandering hands. His eyes closed, trying to keep his cool. In the span of just two hours, you had distracted him countless times.
"Doll, I told you that I'd be all yours as soon as I was done." He spoke with a tinge of annoyance in his tone. Pouting, you pulled your face out of his neck and rested your chin on his shoulder.
"But you've been studying for the past two hours. Can't you take a break?" you grumbled, fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt.
Jungwon inhaled deeply, pulling your hands away from his body and pushing you back a bit. His actions caused you to glare at him, and you started to grow annoyed.
"This exam is important, y/n. I can't waste any time lounging around." He didn't even spare you a glance as he picked his pen back up and returned to the textbook that lay before him.
Biting your tongue, you stomped back over to the bed and flopped down with a huff. Staring at the ceiling, you thought about what you could do. Going home was always an option, but that seemed like the easy way out.
No, you wanted to get your boyfriend's attention regardless of how you went about it.
Turning your head, your eyes landed on your boyfriend's slouched form. The pen was hanging from his lips as he read something, and he looked lost in thought. Your eyes then trailed down to his bouncing thigh, the motion bringing back memories of when he would make you ride his thigh. The images make you squeeze your thighs together, your panties growing wet.
Your eyes then go to the slight tent in his sweatpants, and your mouth wateres at the sight. Just then, an idea pops into your mind, causing you to sit up, a smirk tugging on the corner of your lips.
Getting off of the bed, you slowly make your way over to Jungwon's desk, trying not to gain his attention. Which with some kind of miracle that you hadn't.
Dropping to your knees, you crawled under the desk, making sure not to touch him just yet. Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you move between his spread legs, hands falling on his thighs. Jungwon let out a sharp gasp, his body jolting at your touch.
"What are you doing, babe?" his voice was strained. His eyes fell on you as he pushed his chair back slightly.
You just gave him an innocent smile, "Don't worry about me; go back to your studying since it's so important."
Jungwon bit his tongue as your hands wandered up his thighs, dangerously close to his clothed dick. He tried his best to ignore your antics while he went back to his papers. However, your fingers slipping past the waistband of his sweats was very, very distracting.
Your fingertips were cold on his skin as you tugged the fabric down until his semi-hard dick was pulled from its confines. A choked groan was pulled from his lips as you wrapped your fingers around him, pumping languidly. His hips bucked into your hand as your thumb brushed over his tip, a deep groan falling from his lips.
Then your movements stopped, causing him to look down at you with furrowed eyebrows and question why you had stopped.
"Focus on your work won," your tone was flat as you brought your face closer to his hardening dick.
"How am I supposed to focus when you're- fuck." his body shivered when you pressed your tongue against the underside of his cock, licking a long stripe up to his tip, "when you got your pretty mouth on my dick?"
Humming at the slight taste of his pre-cum, the vibrations making Jungwon's thighs tense, eyes rolling back slightly.
You couldn't help but smirk internally, knowing you had him in the palm of your hand. Watching as his head falls back when you wrap your cherry red lips around his tip, sucking lightly.
"F-Fuckkk!" Jungwon's fingers dropped the pen before threading through your hair, keeping your mouth on him.
Your thighs squeezed together at the feeling of him growing harder in your mouth. Your panties were soaked through with arousal under your miniskirt, begging for attention.
A muffled whine vibrated around Jungwon's cock as your fingers slipped under your skirt, toying with your clit. Tilting his head back up, jungwon's hooded eyes fell back on you, taking in your closed eyes and flushed face, but then he noticed where your other hand was.
"Are you touching yourself?" he growled, hand pushing your head down until his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag, the construction of your throat making him groan. "such an impatient little slut."
Tears brimmed in your eyes as his hips bucked up into your mouth, his hands keeping your head in place. Your nails dug into his thighs as you pulled away from your pussy.
"Shit..." jungwon breathed out, head falling back once more as he continued to fuck your throat, soaking in all of your incoherent noises and gargles as you choked on his dick.
Your eyes rolled back as you pressed your tongue to the underside of his throbbing dick, humming softly. The vibrations caused the dark-haired male's body to shiver, a deep, guttural groan falling from his parted lips.
"Fuck 'm gonna cum, yeah," he thrusts his hips up further, making you choke even more on his dick, tears streaming down your face to mix with the spit and pre-cum that covered your chin. "Since you're such a needy whore, you better take it all." he hissed, bucking his hips one last time before he spilled his seed deep in your throat.
You tried to swallow as much as you could, but his tip continuously hitting the back of your throat as he rolled his hips made it quite hard to do so. Resulting in some spilling past your lips and down your chin before dripping onto your chest.
With a few more small thrusts, Jungwon finally pulled you off of his cock, allowing you to breathe. Pushing himself away from the desk, he took in your disheveled appearance. Your hair was messy while your face was covered in tears, spit, and cum. Your eyes, however, still looked at him with need, causing him to smirk.
Spreading his legs, he took his semi-hard dick in his hand, pumping slowly, using your saliva and his cum as a lubricant. Titling his head slightly, he looked at you with a sinister gleam in his eye, motioning for you to come forward.
"Get up here and ride me like the desperate, needy slut that you are." His words stung in all the good ways, only leaving you dripping in your panties even more. Scrambling to your feet, you quickly straddle his lap, hands on his shoulders.
Lifting your hips, you reach down to move your panties to the side, far too desperate to take them off. Jungwon then lined the tip of his dick with your dripping entrance, but his grip on your hip kept you from sinking down onto him. You started to let out a whine but were quickly silenced when his hand wrapped around your neck, pulling your face closer to his.
"And you better not cum until I tell you to, got that doll?" he growled, his warm breath fanning over your wet face. You were quick to nod, keeping your eyes on him, but they soon rolled to the back of your head as he pulled you down onto him in one fell swoop, a choked moan tearing from your lungs.
You didn't move for a moment, trying to adjust, but jungwon was far too impatient and rolled his hips into yours, pulling a high-pitched moan from your lips. His hands find your ass underneath your skirt, squeezing harshly.
"Better get to work, or you won't be cumming anytime soon," he smirked as he watched you struggle to ride him, already knowing it was going to be a long night.
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