Park Hyung Sik || Did I Turn You On?
► Requested Open? : Yes
► Word Count : 1548
► Rated : M
► Contains : Smuts involve
Hyung Sik looks at the note in his hand, the writing a shaky mess scrawled across the page but filled with so much hope and nerves that Hyung Sik shakes at the thought of you reading it. He's crushed on you for a while and been pretty obvious in how he feels but there's still this uncertainty from you; it's not that you haven't been reciprocating his feelings but more... shy about your own. Every time the two of you get close to a moment, maybe even sharing a kiss, you nervously laugh before running away and as much as Hyung Sik finds it adorable – he wants it to change.
The smile on your face when you read it, so dazzling and beautiful that he would be bold enough to compare it the sun and your eyes, shimmering as they crinkle slightly due to your smile, makes him fall even more in love with you. He's captivated, he would do anything you told him to because he's a slave for you; Hyung Sik would give you the heavens if you asked and he doesn't realise it yet, but you would move mountains for him too.
"It took you long enough," you giggle, covering your mouth with your hand as you look away with the faintest of blushes on your cheeks.
"I know that it's been clear but I needed to be sure," you lean forward, the note safely folded in your hand, and kiss him on the cheek.
Hyung Sik's ears turn pink, the heat travelling up the back of his neck as he looks away shyly, "well, at least you can finally kiss me before you run away." He teases and your eyes widen in shock, "I mean, I always thought you didn't like me back like that because of it."
You chew your bottom lip, looking around as you search for the words to say why you behaved so strangely, "I was scared that if we kissed, those drunken moments at house parties or tender moments under the stars, that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from pushing for more." You look away, embarrassed because you didn't want to sound like one of those girls but you couldn't help that Hyung Sik turned you on.
He was sweet, always so gentle with you but whenever he was in class, leading a project or even while he was studying, there was this other side to him that sent shivers down your spine. He could be dominant, commanding and the way he talked, the deep tenor in his voice, fuelled your fantasies about him. You loved how he was with you, so gentlemanly and kind, always making sure you enjoyed every moment with him but when you were alone – all you could think about was Hyung Sik's hand trailing up your thigh while he told you how good you were.
You inwardly groan, here he is, trying to confess his love to you while you think about how much fun it would be if he bent you over the table.
"What is it?" He asks, concerned at how distant you seem to be.
You shake your head, sealing your lips shut, "nothing, I was just thinking about how I wish we did this sooner – saved both of us some time."
Hyung Sik looks suspicious, his lips in a hard line as his wide eyes study your face; you hate how easily he can read you, how the smallest expression gives him everything he needs to know. He remains quiet, picking up his tea and taking a small sip before placing the cup down and causing your heart to jump into your throat with a sudden question.
"You're thinking about sex, aren't you?"
You gasp, looking everywhere but his searching eyes, "is that the only reason you gave me this, is that all you wanted from me?" You try throwing it back at him in a way to deflect his question but it only seems to get him to push forward.
He grabs your hand, encasing it in both of his with a teasing smile on his heart-shaped lips, "be honest with me, everything will be so much easier if we are honest with each other." He opens your hand and reveals his note, "I gave you my love confession on a messy note, so the least you can do is tell me what exactly is going through your mind because I know your 'sex dream' look and that's what you were wearing before."
"My-my what?" You groan, placing your forehead on his hands because nothing could be more humiliating than him pointing out that you're daydreaming about what he's like in bed while in the middle of Starbucks.
"Tell me, tell me all of your secrets and maybe I'll share one of mine."
The way his hand grips your hips, the uncertainty in his movements like you're fragile china and he doesn't want to break you, and the way he looks down at you with the most loving look in his eyes, causes your body to shiver with delight but you needed more.
Hyung Sik dragged you back to his apartment after your confession, kissing you deeply the moment the door was closed and he didn't waste any time in moving you into his bedroom. He had wanted to hear how much you wanted him in so long that the moment you told him about your fantasies – he couldn't contain himself. It felt so strange, having flirted and danced around each other for years, having fantasied about this moment in many ways, it felt so strange to finally hear your voice whisper his name while feeling his lips trailing across your collarbone.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, moving his hands up your body to massage your breasts, "I could look at you forever." The worship he gives you stokes the fire in your core but you can feel that he's holding back, that he's worried about how you might react if he lets himself lose control with you in this moment.
Hyung Sik loves to be in control, from group projects to his part-time job as assistant manager in the kitchen; he thrives on control and is very disciplined in all areas except for when he's with you. You make him lose control, lose focus because you consume him and all he wants to do is give you everything he possibly can. If he loses control with you, then he doesn't know what would happen; he's already out of his comfort zone, already doing things he never would have done for anyone else.
What would happen if Hyung Sik just let go of all inhibitions and gave in to the primal need to feel you?
"Please," you say quietly at first, repeating yourself so that you know he heard you, "please, fuck me harder." Your legs wrap around his hips as he begins to thrust harder, gritting his teeth to try and remain in control.
"Soo, God, please," you grab his hands, squeezing your breasts instead of massaging them, "I'm not that delicate, I want you to make me scream." His fingers tweaking your nipples and he watches how your face contorts with pleasure.
How can he stay in control when you're doing everything to make him want to fuck you instead of making love to you?
That's what he wants, he wants you to feel the love he has for you as you cry out his name but you have other plans in mind. He can still make you feel loved and also have your toes curling with an intense orgasm.
With every moan, every whine and plea mixed with his name, Hyung Sik struggles to keep it together; his thrusts get harder that he keeps hearing you beg for more, and your nipples are pulled and perky but it doesn't stop you from tweaking them yourself. He feels you around him, clenching and pulsating as your orgasm grows closer and hearing you repeat his name like a mantra, trying to hold yourself together for as long as you can, is the final straw for him. Hyung Sik leans forward, kissing your bitten lips before sitting up and gripping your hips tightly, "rub your clit," he growls out and you moan in response.
He watches your fingers draw 8 figures over your sensitive bud, eyes traveling up to see your face contort and eyes clench shut as the coil in your abdomen grows tighter; he always thought you were beautiful but nothing beats you like this. Nothing beats hearing your sweet voice cry his name as you cum, nothing beats how your eyes roll back in your head as the white hot pleasure blinds you momentarily and nothing beats the way your tight pussy milks his cock, his seed spurting into the condom you made sure he wore.
He collapses on top of you, finding comfort in your arms as he lets himself rest for a moment, "I'm sorry," he whispers, face buried into your chest as he listens to your heart beat, "next time I'll be better."
Next time, you smile warmly at the thought, choosing to cherish this moment instead of pushing it. Next time, you hope he doesn't hold back.












