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Synopsis: Park Sunghoon, the west's most notorious cowboy. In other words, your notorious big dicked cowboy.
Pairing: cowboy!Sunghoon * bartender!fem!reader
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, p in v, fingering, unprotected sex (not for you), cock riding, bondage (f), cuffs (f), size kink, breast play, overstimulation, biting (blood involved), semi-public sex, oral (f recieving), exhibitionism lowkey, gagging (belt), hard dom Sunghoon, sub!reader, rough sex, multiple orgasms, cumming inside, hair pulling, heavy degradation, alcohol, my very bad knowledge of alcoholic drinks, lmk if i missed any!
A/N: This is officially the filthiest thing i have ever written and of course I wrote it for my baby Kayz @wichujunseo and of course i wrote it about Park Sunghoon who needs to now put a baby in me. might turn this into an 02z series, if i get horny enough over Jay but we'll see. As always, enjoy! (Also initially wrote about this here)
Word Count: 11k (half of it is smut)
The west’s most notorious cowboy—a hardened criminal, guilty of half the shit posted onto the bulletin board outside the Sheriff’s office, the ice prince as they called him, unmoving and cold, the most ruthless in all the west.
And apparently the guy who slid his number in between the bills he just slammed on the bar.
“Park Sunghoon.”
“Yes doll?”
“What the fuck is this?” You held up the crumpled piece of paper in between your fingers, “I thought I told you already that I don’t date cowboys?”
“You did.” He tilted his head, a vexatious smile dancing on his lips, “But it was Jungwon who asked you back then, and we all know he’s not your type.”
“And you are?” You scoffed, throwing the paper at his chest, “You know I can throw you out of here whenever I want right?”
“Yeah?” He smiled on, really getting on your nerves now, “I’m sooo scared.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the wood. Any room he entered always hushed around him, as if the sound of mere breath would have him whipping out his revolver.
“Throw me out then.” Sunghoon said mildly, gaze flicking to the rows of liquor bottles behind you, “I’ll have my usual before you do though.”
“Is that supposed to impress me?” You scoffed, though your hands were already moving on their own, muscle memory betraying you as you reached for the rye. Sunghoon watched you intently, eyes as black as kohl. You were one of the rare ones to actually see them up close—usually they’d be hidden by the shadow of his hat.
You grabbed the mixing glass with more force than necessary, ice clinking sharply as you dropped it in. Then came the rye, measured clean and precise, peychaud’s bitters— exactly two dashes. Then, pointedly, you reached past the sugar jar and picked up the small vial of orange extract instead. He lifted a brow.
“Oh?” He murmured, “You remembered huh doll?”
“I remember all my customers’ orders,” You stirred the drink a little too hard. “Doesn’t make you special.”
“Sure.” He replied, lips curling. Cocky bastard.
You strained the drink into the glass, twisted a lemon peel over the top, then hesitated—just long enough for him to notice—before adding the barest hint of orange. The scent bloomed warm and sharp between you, you never really got to use the tiny vial much.
You slid the Sazerac across the bar and leaned in, meeting his eyes. He picked up the glass slowly, turning it once, inspecting it like a man who had never once doubted the world would give him what he wanted. Then he took a sip. A brief pause took over before his shoulders eased.
“Perfect.” He crooned, “The sugar ruins the sharpness of the rye,” His gaze wavered for a fraction of a second, to your chest, “don’t you think?”
“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” You bristled, reaching for a glass to wipe down that was already spotless, “I prefer my poison sweet.” He took another sip, eyes never leaving your face, “Makes it easier to swallow.” Silence settled over you once more, as he sipped away at his drink and you cleaned up. The absence of people in the bar didn't faze you much; you were used to Sunghoon being the only customer at such an ungodly time.
“The Ice Prince.” You hummed, sitting down across from him. His eyes flicked up, a curious oppression danced on his face, “You know what people say about you?”
“That I don’t talk much.” He said tartly, “That I don’t smile. That I leave towns quieter than I found ’em.” He put his finished glass down, “And that I always pay my tabs.” He tapped the bar once, “Which I did. With interest.”
You let out a harsh laugh, picking up the piece of paper. “This—” You leaned forward, eyes hovering at his lips for a second, “—was not part of the tab.”
“Whatever you say, doll.” He chuckled, pushing his glass forward. “Last one before we call it a night?” For a heartbeat, you stared at him, the air felt tight and coiled.
“How about something new this time?” You chirped, catching his attention. Your hand reached for the shiny whiskey bottle sitting at the very top. “Got it in this morning. Supposed to be a new kind from the south.” You tipped it carefully into his glass, eyes fixed on the way it flowed in smoothly. Barrel aged probably, judging from the thickness.
“Am I the first one to try this?” You grudgingly nodded at his question, pressing the bottle to your chest, “Well then I’m honoured to—”
BANG!
A gunshot cracked through the night like lightning, sharp and close. The night shattered, split open as horses outside reared and screamed, their panicked neighs cutting through the chirping of the cicadas, as hooves scraped violently against dirt and wood. Somewhere down the road, a stable door slammed, followed by hurried shouts.
You startled hard, the bottle jerking in your grip. Whiskey sloshed over the rim, splashing down the front of your shirt, warm and sharp-scented. Of course you didn't bother to close the bottle.
“Oh fuck me.” You set the bottle down instantly. As if it wasn't bad enough that you had worn your lowest cut shirt today, it was completely sopped through, your bare skin and black bra introducing themselves to the world with much gusto.
Sunghoon considered himself to be a calm man—a steady island amidst a hurricane. This hurricane would be the one to destroy him though.
Warm whiskey darkening the fabric of your shirt, the scent blooming sharp in the air; his eyes lingered at your tits pressed together as you tried to clean yourself up and his thoughts promptly scattered like spooked birds. Fuuckkk, what he’d give to be buried in between the valley of your chest.
He reached into his pockets without thinking. When he brought his hand back up, a clean folded handkerchief rested between his fingers. He didn’t meet your eyes when he offered it.
“Here,” he said quietly, voice steadier than his thoughts had any right to be.
For a split second, his fingers brushed yours as you took it. Just barely but enough to send a tingling sensation through him. Sunghoon’s thoughts kept circling back in ways they absolutely shouldn’t. His eyes flicked down again, caught on the spill for the briefest second, then snapped away with visible effort, blood rushing to his cheeks….and his dick.
“These fucking assholes.” He mumbled, getting up from his seat as if he were being dragged to school, “Don’t know the right time to settle shit.” He paused as he picked up his hat, “You need me to drop you home?”
“No thanks.” You muttered, covering yourself with his handkerchief, your cheeks warm for reasons that had nothing to do with the whiskey.
“Relax, doll.” He said, voice lower, gentler. “I’m not that kind of a man.” Another shout echoed outside, and Sunghoon exhaled through his nose, “The offer’s still on the table by the way.” His smile softened just a bit.
You folded your arms. “And if I say no?”
“Then I tip my hat, walk out, and don’t bother you again.” He tugged on his black jacket, walking towards the door, “Unless you want me to.” He added, before he opened it, glancing back at you with that cocky smirk, “You know how to reach me, yeah?” The door creaked open, cold night air sweeping in, “Night, doll.”
And he was gone with the same zeal he had entered in with earlier that evening.
Your fingers curled around the bar, heart racing. His glass sat in front of you, the new whiskey untouched. You picked it up silently, bringing your lips to it—it would have been a waste to dump it out. Your throat burned as the liquid seeped into your soul. Sunghoon would have hated this, you thought, it had a subtle sweetness to it that made the burn bearable.
Your eyes lingered over to the handkerchief on the table, stained light brown all over. His initials were faintly visible at the edges, embroidered with green thread. You twirled the glass between your hands. It had been a long night.
It would be even longer the next morning.
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It was the way he never rushed.
That was the first thing that got under your skin. Most men fidgeted when you glared at them—cleared their throats, shuffled their boots and scrambled for words. Sunghoon just waited.
Leaned back against the bar with infuriating ease, one shoulder rolling as if your irritation was nothing more than background noise. Like he had all the time in the world and you were the highlighted one on his schedule.
And then there were his hands, of course.
Always doing something highly unnecessary. Pushing his hat back juust enough to expose those sharp eyes, dragging his thumb slowly along the rim of his glass before taking a sip. Letting his slender fingers rest flat on the bar, as if he wasn’t fully aware you were watching them.
He smiled at the wrong moments too. Always when you were on the edge of snapping—that cocky smirk would hang from his lips. When you told him to wipe that look off his face, he only tilted his head and smiled wider, like he’d just won something. When you threatened to toss him out, he hummed low in his throat, eyes flicking briefly to the door before settling back on you with a look that said no you won’t.
And the worst part?
The fact that you noticed it all.
The way he leaned in just enough to invade your space made your breath hitch despite yourself; the way his gaze lingered half a second too long, daring you to call him out on it; the way he turned away before you could win the stare-down, as if he already knew how it would end.
And you hated—absolutely hated—that some small, reckless part of you liked the way he drank your custom Sazerac like it was nectar.
You clenched your jaw as you stared at the neatly folded handkerchief on your kitchen counter. The crumpled note lay next to it.
“From your favourite cowboy.”
You could practically see that douche bag’s smirk— God how you wanted to punch that smugness off his face. Which was deeply inconvenient, because some traitorous part of you also wanted to see it up close.
You glanced at your clock before leaning back against the counter, head tilting back as you ran over every bad decision you had ever made in your life. Would calling Park Sunghoon at 10 p.m to tell him to pick up his stupid handkerchief really be one of them?
“Is this a dream?”
Yep, it was one of them.
“Pipe down asshole.” You rolled your eyes, “I’m calling about your handkerchief.” There was a pause on the other side. Bad decision, bad decision, bad decision.
“My handkerchief?”
“What, you can’t hear now?” You scoffed, was his voice always this smooth? “You didn't pop in today and I’ve had it all day. You don’t want it back?”
Another tentative pause. And then, a soft laugh.
“You want me to come over at 10 p.m to get my handkerchief?” He snarked, “Wouldn’t that be too scandalous, doll?”
“I swear I’ll set it on fire.”
And that was the story of how you had the west’s most notorious (annoying) cowboy sitting at your kitchen counter while you fixed him a beer.
“How did you know this is my favorite brand?” Sunghoon leaned back in his chair, toying with the beer you just slid him. You rolled your eyes, leaning on your elbows across him on the kitchen counter. Why did this asshole look so good beaten up?
Sunghoon had miraculously gotten into a fight on his way here to your house. He won the fight of course; if he hadn't, he probably would have burnt his face off and hid from the world forever. As expected from someone who thought of himself as the best cowboy ever.
….He was though.
“It’s all I had, asshole." You scoffed, “Had to take a cart home ‘cause no one would order it.” You took a slow sip from your own bottle and quickly understood why. It tasted shit.
“Hey, it’s not that bad.” Sunghoon tilted his head, chuckling at your disgusted expression.
“You can take the rest of them.” You mumbled, watching him intently. The angle of his sharp jay, the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he tilted his head back to chug the last drops. You squeezed your thighs together, mentally smacking your head against a wall.
“Keep starin’ like that princess–” Sunghoon slid his finished bottle away, “—and I just might think you’re in love with me.”
“Oh yeah?” You cocked your head to the side, this beer is way too strong, “Call me princess again and I might just kiss your stupidly pretty face.” You took a heavy swig, the bitter fizz sliding down your throat, and before you could stop yourself, you were walking over to him, grabbing his collar and pulling him close.
Your lips crashed into his with a fierce passion, tongues tangling in a messy, desperate dance. You felt him freeze for a split second, before his strong hands gripped your waist as he kissed you back just as hard.
It was all tongue and teeth as one of his large hands slid slowly up the back of your skirt to grab a handful of your ass. You let out a surprised moan but he swallowed it down, kissing you like a starved man.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He mumbled against your lips, circling his arm round your waist as he stood up, pulling you flush against him. The rough movement sent a zap of electricity straight to your core.
You could taste the beer on him, mixed with the faint salt of sweat from his day under the sun. He backed you up against the kitchen counter, the edge digging into your lower back as he pressed his body to yours. His chest heaved against your breasts, his hips pinning you in place, the hard bulge in his pants grinding subtly against your core.
"Sunghoon..." You gasped against his lips as he peppered kisses along your jaw. Your hands clawed at his back desperately.
“Yes doll?” Sunghoon’s calloused hands slid up your sides, sending shivers racing across your skin, “What do you want me to do?”
He broke the kiss just enough to nip at your lower lip, then dived back in, sucking on your tongue while his fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt. The fabric bunched up as Sunghoon explored higher, palms cupping your tits firmly. He squeezed them, thumbs circling your hardening nipples, pinching hard enough to make you gasp into his mouth.
“Oh you like that huh?” The counter creaked under the pressure as he kneaded your breasts, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers, drawing out filthy sounds from you, “Never knew you’d be a dirty little girl for me, baby.”
Sunghoon leaned down and captured one of your nipples between his teeth, nipping at the sensitive bud. You cried out, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold him against you. His tongue swirled around the stiff peak before switching to its neglected twin. Each brush of his mouth and teeth against your breasts sent jolts of pleasure straight between your thighs.
Sunghoon’s hand slid down again under your skirt, cupping your warm pussy in your panties. He groaned at the wet feeling on his fingers.
"You're so fucking wet for me already." He chuckled, gripping your pussy tighter. You bucked against him, desperate for more friction. He chuckled again, darker this time and pulled his hand away. "Beg for it, baby."
You glared up at him, heat flushing your cheeks as frustration mixed with the ache building inside you.
“Fuck off, I’m not doing that.” You snapped, shoving at his chest half-heartedly. Your body betrayed you, nipples still hard from his attention, pussy throbbing with need, but your pride wouldn't let you cave so easily. Sunghoon raised a brow, amusement flickering in his dark eyes as he stepped back just enough to loom over you.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say, is it now doll? Especially to the guy who’s got you dripping like this.”
“What are you talk—”
Unfortunately for you, his fingers were faster and before you could retort, his hand dove under your panties, two thick fingers pushing past your slick folds and straight into your pussy. You practically screamed, knees buckling as he curled them upward, stroking that spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids.
“Sunghoon—fuck….oh!” You gripped the counter edge to stay upright, as your walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper, but he didn't move, just held them there, letting you feel the stretch.
“Come on baby.” Sunghoon murmured, free hand bracing your hip to pin you down, “Just admit you want my cock buried in this tight little pussy and maybe I’ll let you cum.” He started pumping slowly, in and out, thumb circling your clit with just enough pressure to build the tension but not enough to tip you over. You rocked against his hand, chasing the friction, but every time your breaths quickened, he eased off, denying the release.
Oh fuck it.
“Sunghoon please please pleaseee.” You finally breathed, hating how desperate it sounded, “Need your cock—oh fuck!” He added a third finger and thrusted harder, the wet sound of your arousal filling the room, “Need your cock in me, please Hoonie?”
Your legs trembled, barely holding you up as his fingers twisted inside you, scissoring to stretch your pussy wider. Sunghoon pinched your clit lightly, making you jolt, your back arching off the counter.
“Please what? Use your words, baby.” God why were his fingers so fucking thick, “Tell me you want to cum on my fingers.”
“I—ah—want to cum.” You managed, voice breaking as he sped up, digits slamming into you now, hooking against your g-spot with sharp precision. The pressure coiled tight in your belly, orgasm hovering just out of reach. Your thighs quivered, threatening to give out entirely, and you clutched onto his shoulder for support, nails digging in.
But right as the edge loomed, Sunghoon pulled his fingers out of your soaked pussy with a wet pop, your juices glistening on his skin, leaving you clenching around nothing.
“Sunghoon!” You whined, slapping his chest, “Wha—”
“Not yet pretty girl.” He said casually, bringing his digits to his mouth, sucking them clean while locking eyes with you, the taste of your arousal making his cock throb painfully in his pants. “'Bedroom—now. I want these pretty little legs spread out for me.”
You stumbled after him up the stairs to your bedroom, panties soaked and clinging uncomfortably. The bedroom door clicked shut behind you, and Sunghoon wasted no time, pushing you toward the bed. He took off his jacket as slow as he could, as if to test your patience. Cocky bastard, you thought, though your pussy was basically screaming for his stupid dick to be put in her, as you ripped your skirt off. Your panties were left untouched, you needed his skilled fingers for that.
“You wanna make this more fun princess?” Sunghoon climbed up the length of the bed and sat on his knees between your parted legs, a lazy smile dancing on his face. You caught a peek of his sharp canines (almost fangs) and heat rushed to your core. From his pocket, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs—real ones, the metal glinting coldly under the lamp light.
“Stole these from the sheriff’s last week.” On his knees, Sunghoon looked like a sinful worshiper. He climbed over you, one hand on your hip to keep you there beneath him, as he leaned in to lick a stripe on your neck. “Though they’d come in handy for a naughty girl like you.”
You shivered at the wet heat of his tongue tracing your neck, the sharp graze of his canines sending a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your thighs. Sunghoon's weight pinned you to the mattress, his hand firm on your hip, fingers digging in as if to remind you who was in control.
The scent of his cologne mixed with the musky hint of your combined arousal hung heavy in the air, making your head spin. The idea of being restrained by him, helpless under his mercy, made your pussy clench in anticipation.
He guided your wrists above your head, snapping the cuffs around them and securing the chain to the headboard. And you didn't even protest.
How pretty, Sunghoon thought.
The cold bite of metal against your skin made you tug experimentally, but they held firm, leaving you exposed and helpless on the mattress. Sunghoon stripped off his shirt, revealing toned muscles and a faint trail of dark hair leading down to where his pants strained against his erection. He unzipped slowly, freeing his big cock—thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-cum.
Your mouth went dry at the sight, pussy aching anew as he stroked himself once, twice, lining up at your entrance. Sunghoon didn't bother with your panties, just shoved them aside and pressed the tip against your folds, making you gasp.
His gaze raked over you, sharp and hungry, lingering on the way your face scrunched up merely at his tip. God why were you such a pretty little thing?
“Loook at this pussy.” His voice was rough as his hands gripped your knees, pushing them wider until your pussy was on full display, slick and swollen, “Drippin’ for me like she’s been dreaming of my cock aalll night.”
“Just—” You sighed, “—put it in already.” If your hands weren't restrained right now you would have grabbed his stupid face and put your tongue in his stupid mouth.
Stupid stupid Park Sunghoon.
An entire life of good decisions and yet here you were, wriggling pathetically under him, dying for his cock.
“Gonna fill you up so good.” Sunghoon said, rubbing the head through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. The tease made you whine, pulling at the cuffs, “You ready, baby?”
But of course, the absolute asshole that the west’s most notorious cowboy was, didn't even give you time to answer. He pushed in—slow at first, the stretch burning deliciously as his cock split you open.
As Sunghoon slowly pushed himself deeper inside your tight channel, inch by exquisite inch, you could feel yourself stretching to accommodate his thick girth.
“Sunghoon—t-too big!” You cried out, nails digging into your own palms as you felt his hard length throb deep inside you. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as it nestled inside you, an amazing pressure that sent shivers of pleasure racing up your spine.
“Oh no honey, this is your fault.” The sheer size of him filled you completely, every inch draaagging against your walls, “You’re just too tight baby.”
His grin was feral, canines glinting. The stretch was immediate and overwhelming—his cock splitting your walls, inch by thick inch. The fullness hit you like a punch, your pussy clamping down hard around him, and an orgasm ripped through you without mercy.
You cried out, back bowing off the bed as waves of pleasure ripped through your core, juices gushing around his cock, soaking the sheets beneath. Stars exploded behind your eyelids, every nerve alight, and you thrashed against the restraints, the metal biting into your wrists.
Sunghoon froze, buried deep, his eyes widening in surprise before a laugh bubbled up from his chest, letting you ride it out as your walls milked him.
“Fucking hell princess, you came just from me putting it in?” He didn't pull back, just ground his hips in slow circles, while your walls fluttered helplessly around him, “So sensitive baby….your greedy little pussy’s sucking me dry already.”
The head of his cock nudged your cervix, prolonging the spasms. Heat flooded your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and lingering bliss, but his words only made you clench tighter, drawing another hiss from him.
“Shut up and fuck me already.” Your chest moved up and down rapidly as you slowly wrapped your legs around his waist, “Or don’t tell me cowboys only know how to put it in and nothing more than that?” You didnt know what invisible force prompted you to say that, but thank fuck it did, because the dark look that came into Sunghoon’s eyes was perfect material for you to masturbate to for the next few weeks.
“Big words from someone who has their hands tied, princess.” Sunghoon chuckled, digging his nails into your waist, “I’m gonna enjoy this.”
With that, he pulled back almost all the way out, the drag of his thick fucking cock against your oversensitive pussy making you whimper, then slammed back in with brutal force. The headboard thumped against the wall as he set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward relentlessly, each thrust driving his cock deep into your core.
An obscene moan escaped you, the sound raw and unrestrained, as he pounded into you, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading them wider to a perfect angle, hitting that spot inside that made your vision blur.
The cuffs rattled with every brutal slam, your wrists straining as you arched into him. He leaned forward, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss, tongue thrusting in time with his hips. His cock stretched you wide, the friction building heat that coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.
“Hoon oh right there!” You cried out, the wet slap of skin on skin punctuating your moans, “You’re so big—fuck fuck fuck!”
His hands gripped your thighs, hiking them over his shoulders to fold you in half, allowing him to drive even deeper. The angle hit your g-spot perfectly, reigniting the fire in your core almost instantly.
“Take it for me baby.” Sunghoon grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as he pounded into you, “Take it aaall for me—that’s my good fucking girl.”
His pace never faltered, relentless and hard, balls slapping against your ass with wet smacks. He broke the kiss to trail bites down your neck, teeth sinking into the flesh as he rutted harder, the sharp points of his canines drawing a thin line of blood that he lapped up with a satisfied hum. The pain mingled with pleasure, pushing you higher, your pussy fluttering around his cock.
“Gotta let the whole town know yeah?” Sunghoon murmured against your skin, “That their pretty little bartender is a cumslut for me.” He released one thigh to slide a hand down, thumb pressing down, down, down on your clit and rubbing in rough circles, ‘Go on baby. Who’s cumslut are you?”
“Y-Yours Hoonie!” It was too much—the brutal pace, the targeted strokes, the unyielding pressure on your clit, “Your cumslut Sunghoon—oh goddddd…”
“Yeah you are baby.” He chuckled, a deep moan escaping him as he felt your pussy squeeze him particularly hard, “My—hah—cumslut hmm?”
The dual assault overwhelmed you; pleasure spiked sharp and intense, your pussy fluttering around his pistoning cock.
“Sunghoon—please, I'm—” Your words dissolved into a scream as your orgasm hit, fiercer than the first, a guttural scream tearing from your throat as your pussy convulsed, walls clamping down like a vice around his cock.
Sunghoon groaned, thrusts stuttering as your release pushed him closer, but he held on, fucking you through it with savage intensity. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin on skin, your shared breaths ragged.
“That’s it baby—cum all over my dick.” He rasped, chasing his own peak now, “Fuck—pussy’s milkin’ me dry.”
Sunghoon's muscles tensed, cock swelling inside you, and with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came—hot spurts of cum flooding your pussy, painting your walls white, the warmth spreading through you as he ground against your cervix.
“Fucking hell….” He rasped, collapsing forward, forehead resting against yours as you both panted. Aftershocks rippled through your joined bodies, Sunghoon’s cock twitching inside your filled pussy.
He finally pulled out with a wet slide, cum leaking from your abused hole, and unlocked the cuffs with a click. He rubbed the red marks on your wrists with surprisingly gentle thumbs—a complete contrast to the man who had been pounding into you five minutes ago without any mercy.
You lay there in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, limbs heavy and trembling; every muscle ached from the brutal pounding, your wrists tender from the cuffs, and all you wanted was to curl into him and drift off.
Unfortunately cowboys were known for having immense stamina.
And Sunghoon was known for being absolutely ruthless.
"Oh no pretty girl." He murmured, voice low and commanding, his sharp canines peeking through his smirk, “We’re not done yet.” His cock, still half-hard and slick with your combined juices, twitched against your thigh as he propped himself up on one elbow, that predatory glint returning to his eyes.
Before you could protest, his strong hands gripped your waist, hauling you upright with effortless strength. You whimpered in exhaustion, head lolling against his shoulder, but he didn't relent—shifting to sit against the headboard, legs spread wide as he pulled you onto his lap.
"Sunghoon…..I can't." You breathed, even as your body betrayed you, core clenching at the feel of his thickening cock pressing against your inner thigh. Your thighs burned from being folded like a damn leaf earlier, and the sensitivity between your legs made every shift send sparks through you.
"You can, and you will." Sunghoon’s tone left no room for argument, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head back, exposing your throat. He nipped at your pulse point, teeth grazing just enough to sting, drawing a gasp from you. “Ride me like a good girl would baby, go on.”
He guided your hips up, positioning you over his lap, and you felt the head of his cock nudge your entrance—still swollen and dripping from before. With a firm push on your ass, he lowered you down, his thick length stretching you open once more.
“Ah—ahhh Sunghoon!” Your breath hitched, hands bracing on his broad shoulders as you sank fully onto him, “God you’re so big!”
His cock throbbed inside you, harder now, veins pulsing against your sensitive inner walls. Sunghoon was so deep in this position, the tip kissing your cervix not so gently with every subtle shift, and you clenched involuntarily, drawing a guttural groan from him.
“Pretty girl takin’ every inch…” Sunghoon rasped, large hands sliding to your hips to control the pace, “like your pussy’s made for me.”
“Feel so gooood Hoonie…” You whined as he lifted you slightly, then dropped you back down, the motion forcing his cock to drag along your g-spot. The wet squelch of your pussy swallowing him echoed in the room.
Sunghoon watched you intently, eyes dark with lust, one hand roaming up to pinch your nipple hard, twisting until you yelped and clenched around him.
"Harder," He demanded, bucking his hips up to meet your downward stroke, “Ride this cock like you mean it baby.”
“C-Can’t….Sunghoon please.” You sobbed, exhausting warning with the building heat inside you.
“Tch tch tch.” Sunghoon clicked his tongue, “Poor baby’s tired already? We haven't even done much baby.”
You started moving tentatively, his words spurring you on, rising up until just the head remained inside, then sliding down with a shuddering sigh. Each descent stretched you wider, his girth splitting you apart, and the friction against your clit from grinding at the bottom made your toes curl.
Your breasts bounced with each bounce, and he took one into his mouth, sucking roughly on the peaked nipple, his teeth scraping the sensitive bud. His cock pistoning deep, his mouth devouring your chest—all of it pushed you higher and higher. If there really was a heaven you were close to reaching it.
"Sunghoon—oh god, too much too much!" You cried, head thrown back.
Your pussy fluttered erratically, oversensitive walls gripping Sunghoon like a vice, but you couldn't stop. The way he filled you completely, the lewd sounds of your arousal coating his shaft, it all blurred into a haze of need.
He released your nipple with a pop, leaving it red and glistening, and grabbed your ass with both hands, spreading your cheeks to thrust deeper.
“Fuck princess you’re soaking me.” He helped you grind down harder, cock hitting that spot inside you relentlessly.
The pressure built fast, your clit throbbing against his pubic bone with every roll of your hips. You rode him wildly now, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks on his skin.
"Gonna cum—fuck, I'm gonna cum again," You sobbed, the words tumbling out as your ecstasy crested.
“Shit—you’re so tight.” Sunghoon moaned, slamming up into you one final time, his thumb finding your clit to rub furious circles, "Cum on my cock baby—squeeze me till I fill this pretty pussy full again."
The orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your vision whiting out as your pussy convulsed around him. You screamed his name, body seizing, walls clamping down in rhythmic pulses that pulled him deeper.
Sunghoon followed seconds later, a deep moan ripping from his throat as he held you down, hips jerking erratically. His cock swelled, then erupted, pumping thick jets of cum straight into your core, overflowing and mixing with your juices to leak down your thighs.
He bit down on your shoulder, canines piercing just enough to draw a bead of blood, the sharp pain prolonging your climax until you were a trembling mess in his arms.
Finally, you collapsed against his chest, both of you slick with sweat and spent. His cock softened inside you, but he didn't pull out, wrapping his arms around you possessively.
“Knew you had one more in you.” He whispered, kissing the mark on your shoulder as you panted against his chest.
“I’m dead.” You mumbled, pushing at his chest half heartedly, “You killed me you big dicked asshole.”
“So you admit my dick is big.” He laughed, gently pulling you off, and laying you down beside him, “Sorry about your sheets by the way.”
You snorted, eyes closing as you sunk into the mattress, utterly exhausted.
“You’re doing the laundry in the morning before you leave.”
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It was safe to say you didn’t go back to work for an entire weekend. Your legs were—to say it in simple words—dead.
God damn Park Sunghoon and his huge fucking cock.
When you did go back, Sunghoon acted like he had reached Mount Olympus. His cocky attitude only got cockier—flashing you smirks across the bar, spreading his legs wide as he threw his head back to expose his Adam's apple every time he sipped on his Sazerac, his eyes promising nothing but more trouble.
Over the past few days, you were utterly disappointed every time you rolled onto your bed before sleeping. Your fingers were nowhere near as good as his, and you had failed to make yourself orgasm about five times now.
God damn Park Sunghoon and his huge fucking cock.
God also damn your huge ego, that prevented you from calling him over again, preferring to just press down the carnal hunger in your chest every time he looked you up and down with those sharp eyes of his as he spit out cherry pits.
“Who’s cumslut are you?”
You’d have to go out back, violently shake your head and come back every time that stupid voice drifted into your head.
“Are you listening to me?” Your sister tapped on the bar as you absent mindedly wiped a glass, staring off into the distance, “Honestly sweetheart, you’ve been drifting so much lately.”
“Sorry.” You sighed, placing the glass down, “Just need a drink.”
“That makes two of us.” She laughed as you poured sweet rum into two glasses, “Just one though, I have to stop by the bakery to pick up something for Jay.”
“That damn husband of yours reminds me.” You sighed, “Can you please tell him to stop scaring my patrons off? It’s bad for business.”
She snorted into her glass. “He doesn’t scare them. He just….stands there.”
“He stands there,” You repeated flatly. “with that look.”
“What look?”
“The ‘I’ve buried men for less’ look.”
She burst out laughing. “That’s just his face!”
“Well, his face is costing me money.” You scoffed, pouring more rum into your glass. You loved your brother in law of course, but him being the sheriff was definitely not good for your bar sometimes.
“You didn’t complain when he chased those gamblers out last month.” Your sister took a sip, studying you over the rim of her glass.
“That was different.” You avoided her eyes—they always managed to squeeze out the truth from you.
“But you know who else stands there with that look?” She tilted her head slightly, a mischievous grin on her face. You shot her a warning glare and she gasped dramatically, leaning forward, “So you are drifting because of a man!”
“I am not.” You declared like a defeated judge.
“Sweetheart,” She said, reaching across the bar to poke your forehead, “you just poured rum into the tip jar.”
You froze and looked down. Sure enough, the (thankfully empty) tip jar sat half-full of amber liquid. You set your glass down and groaned, hiding your face in your hands.
Your sister grinned slowly. “Want to tell me his name, or should I start guessing cowboys?”
“And how do you know it’s a cowboy?” You stared at the ruined tip jar like it had personally betrayed you.
“I practically raised you.” Your sister laughed, “You think I don’t know your type?”
“I don’t have a type!” You defended yourself, while your sister looked on with a tinge of amusement in her eyes.
“Let’s see.” She cleared her throat, “Tall. Quiet. Brooding, definitely.” She checked points on her fingers, “And there’s one person in this entire town who fits that criteria.” She studied you for a moment before smiling, “It’s Sunghoon isn’t it?”
You stared at her before flopping down like a deflated balloon on the bar, pressing your forehead to the wood. You didn’t answer, but she didn’t need you to.
“Don’t even start right now.” You mumbled, looking up at your sister, who raised her hands in surrender, “That man….” You banged your head lightly against the wood again, “pisses me off so much.”
“Is that why you let him into your house at 10 p.m last week?” Your sister said, laughing at your shocked expression, “What, you think the sheriff’s wife doesn't notice what’s happening two houses over? You better thank god Jay came home late that evening.”
“He doesn't even do anything that bad.” You said, sitting back upright, “Sunghoon is just….vaguely annoying. I don’t get why Jay’s so hellbent on catching him.”
She studied you for a long second, the teasing fading from her expression. “He’s dangerous, sweetheart.”
“He’s dramatic.” You corrected her, “And smug.” You clenched your jaw. “And he looks at me like he already knows something I don’t.”
“And?” She lifted a brow. You felt heat creep up your neck as you pouted in utter defeat.
“And I hate that I don’t really mind it.”
That made her smile gently. Your sister reached across the counter, took your hand in hers and squeezed it.
“Sweetheart I’m not saying don’t see him.” She softened, but only a little. “I’m saying….know who you’re seeing.” You gulped as she continued, “Men like that live in the moment, and they don’t stay most of the time. And I don't want your heart to be broken because of someone like that.” The quiet, empty bar suddenly felt even quieter. Sunghoon was a cowboy—a criminal. And by god did you want that criminal in your bed seven days a week.
“It’s not like I’m running off with him.” You crossed your arms, defensive heat rising in your chest. Your sister laughed, downing her rum.
“I’ll chase you down myself if you do.” She said, “What a perfect romance it would be though. You and the man your brother in law hates.”
“Jay hates anyone and everyone with a pulse who stands too close to you.”
She waved a hand dismissively. “I’ll keep my husband at bay.”
“You will?” Your eyes flicked to hers, as relief flickered across your face before you could stop it.
“For now.” She said pointedly. “You’re allowed to have your fun.” She smirked. “Don’t look so grateful though, I’m doing this because I trust you.”
“And if it goes badly?”
“Then I got a nice little revolver in my bedside drawer that’s been dying to go out for a spin.” She shrugged. She squeezed your hand once before pulling back. “Just don’t lose your head over him.” She grabbed her coat and headed for the door, saying her last goodbyes and stepping back into the morning light.
The bell chimed as you stood there alone again in the quiet bar, sunlight stretching across the floor, rum still floating uselessly in the tip jar.
Ten in the morning.
Open sign flipped.
And somehow, he was already the first thing on your mind.
And he stayed there, through the slow trickle of noon customers, through the clatter of lunch plates, through the way you reached for rye instead of rum twice and through every creak of the door that made your head lift on instinct.
By the time evening rolled in, the bar had transformed. Rush hour on a Friday was the worst. Patrons packed the dimly lit space, their chatter and clinking glasses forming a cacophony that grated on your already frayed nerves. You and your fellow bartenders raced to keep up with the relentless flow of orders, beads of sweat trickling down your temples.
“Two lagers!” “Whiskey!” “Another round here!”
You moved fast—faster than most—hands steady even when your thoughts weren’t, as bottles uncorked, glasses slid and coins clinked. One of your fellow bartenders nearly collided with you and muttered an apology before diving back into the chaos. The air grew thick, warm and loud and you found yourself completely and utterly overwhelmed.
From across the room, a pair of piercing eyes inspected you—Sunghoon, slouched nonchalantly in his usual seat at the bar. A knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he watched you rush about, his gaze raking over your flushed cheeks and heaving chest.
As if sensing your mounting frustration, Sunghoon pushed off from the bar and made his way towards you, effortlessly parting the sea of bodies. He paused beside you, close enough for his musky scent to invade your senses.
“You’re about to drop that,” He said quietly near your ear. You glanced down, at your shaking hand pouring far too much gin into soda, and scoffed.
“I’m fine.” You muttered, shoving past him to reach for a row of shot glasses.
They say cowboys have excellent reflexes.
In one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist, halting your movements. His hand hovered near your waist for half a second, before grabbing it decisively.
“Five minutes.” He said.
“I don’t have—”
“Yes you do.” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine, despite your irritation, "Please don't make me repeat myself, doll." His grip tightened, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your racing pulse. "You need a break. Now."
Before you could protest, he tugged you away, a firm hand at your lower back guiding you through the labyrinth of tables and towards the back. His large frame shielded you from prying eyes as he steered you down a narrow staircase leading to the cellars.
The cool, musty air enveloped you as you stumbled into the dimly lit space, wine racks towering on either side. Sunghoon kicked the door shut behind him, engulfing you in a heavy silence broken only by the distant thrum of the bar above.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. You leaned back against the stone wall, breathing hard, adrenaline slowly draining from your system. The cellar was dim, a single lantern casting warm light over dust and stacked crates.
“You push yourself way too much baby.” Sunghoon gripped your hips possessively, trapping you with his body, “I know you got stamina but hell even I can’t do all that without a break.”
“You telling me how to run my bar now?” You scoffed, though your hands slowly went up to rest on his shoulders, your fingers pricking the back of his neck, “Is that why you dragged me all the way back here? To give me business advice?”
“Of course not sweetheart.” Sunghoon leaned in, now pinning you to the wall completely, “Just thought I’d relieve your stress a bit.”
The cold stone bit into your back, a stark contrast to the heat of his mouth, his tongue pushing in to taste you, and it made your pussy throb with need. You grabbed his hair, tugging hard, and he moaned right into the kiss, the vibration hitting your lips and sending a jolt straight to your core.
The cellar was cramped, shelves lined with bottles and crates stacked haphazardly, leaving just enough space for a worn workbench in the corner. Faint voices from the customers who'd lingered outside seeped through the thin walls, a low murmur that reminded you how close the world was.
You broke the kiss first, gasping for air, your nails digging into his scalp as you pulled his head back to meet his gaze. His eyes burned with lust, pupils blown wide, lips swollen and glistening from your shared saliva.
“Relieve my stress huh?” You purred, “And how exactly do you plan on doing that?” His mouth curled into a faint smirk, as Sunghoon released one hip to trail his fingers up your skirt, brushing the damp lace of your panties.
“Like this.”
Two fingers pressed against your clothed slit, rubbing slow circles that made your hips jerk forward. The friction sent sparks through your nerves, your arousal soaking through the fabric instantly.
“Pretty pussy remembers my fingers, yeah?” He chuckled low, the sound vibrating against your collarbone as he nipped at your neck, “Already so wet for me.”
Sunghoon’s free hand yanked your top up, exposing your bra, and he shoved the cups down roughly, freeing your breasts to the chilly air. He latched onto one, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the sensitive tip. You arched into his mouth, a moan escaping despite your attempt to stay defiant, while his fingers dipped under your panties, parting your folds to slide through your slickness.
“Fuck, Sunghoon…” Your thighs parted wider, as if on instinct, giving him better access.
He plunged one finger inside you, then two, and then three, curling them to stroke your inner walls with expert precision. Your pussy fluttered around the intrusion, juices coating Sunghoon’s hand as he pumped in and out, thumb circling your clit in tandem.
He released your nipple with a pop, leaving it shiny and red, before capturing your mouth again in a bruising kiss. His tongue mimicked the thrust of his fingers, deep and demanding, swallowing your cries. You rocked against his hand, chasing the building pressure, but he slowed down, teasing you with shallow dips that barely grazed your g-spot.
“So impatient, baby.” Sunghoon chuckled against your lips, withdrawing his fingers entirely. You whined in protest, but he silenced you by shoving his slick digits into your mouth, “Taste how desperate you are?”
The tangy flavor of your arousal flooded your tongue as you sucked obediently, eyes locked on his. Satisfaction flashed in his expression as he pulled his hand free, wiping the saliva on your exposed breast, before roaming down your sides, gripping your hips firmly as he ground his hardening cock against your thigh, the thick length straining through his jeans.
The bar's distant hum of voices and clinking glasses filtered through the cellar door, a reminder of the thin veil separating this hidden depravity from the oblivious patrons above.
Sunghoon grabbed your wrist, pulling you against his chest, his free hand yanking his leather belt from the loops of his jeans with a sharp snap. The sound made you jolt, but before you could speak, he looped it around your head, threading it between your teeth like a gag. The thick leather bit into your lips, muffling any protest as he buckled it tight at the back of your neck.
“Hoon..” You tried to say his name, but it came out garbled, saliva already pooling under the restraint. Your eyes widened, heart hammering as he tested the hold, tugging lightly to make your head jerk forward.
“Need to be quiet for me, yeah?” His lips curled into a smile as led you to the workbench, “Those assholes up there don't need to hear you screaming my name.” His voice dropped to a growl, hands already shoving your panties down.
Sunghoon spun you around, bending you over the workbench. Your palms slapped against the rough wood, elbows buckling as he kicked your legs apart. The position exposed you completely, ass up and pussy dripping in the cool air.
Sunghoon's belt dug into your jaw, the taste of leather sharp on your tongue, forcing your mouth open in a perpetual O. You could hear the zipper of his jeans, the rustle of fabric, and then the heavy weight of his cock slapping against your ass cheek—thick, veined, and hardening fast. He rubbed the head along your slit, coating himself in your arousal before notching at your entrance.
Without warning, Sunghoon thrust in, burying half his length in one brutal shove. Your muffled cry vibrated against the belt, body arching as your walls stretched around his girth. The last few days were enough to make you forget how fucking huge he was, filling you to the brink as he gripped your hips hard enough to bruise.
“Still so tight for me—fuck!” Sunghoon grunted, pulling back only to slam forward again, bottoming out until his balls pressed against your clit. The workbench creaked under the force, bottles rattling on the shelves nearby. Upstairs, a customer's laugh barked through the wall—way too close and it only heightened the thrill, your pussy clenching around him.
Sunghoon set a punishing rhythm immediately, hips snapping forward with wet, obscene slaps. Each thrust drove his cock oh so deep, the head battering your cervix. You gripped the edge of the bench, nails scraping wood, trying to push back but he held you pinned, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back.
The belt muffled your moans into pathetic whimpers, drool slipping from the corners of your mouth to drip onto the surface below.
“Quiet now, pretty girl.” Sunghoon whispered mockingly. “Don’t want them to hear now do we?”
He pounded harder, the angle letting him grind against your g-spot with every plunge. Your thighs trembled as pleasure coiled tight in your core. His fingers pinched your clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, while his cock hammered relentlessly.
“No no doll, you’re not runnin’ from me are you?” You shook your head, the belt pulling taut, but he yanked your hair harder, forcing you to stay bent.
The pain was what finally tipped you over—your pussy spasmed, walls clamping down hard on his shaft as a feeling of ecstasy ripped through you. Muffled screams tore from your throat, vibrating against the leather, body convulsing as you squirted, hot liquid gushing out around his cock to soak his jeans and the floor beneath.
Sunghoon finally lost control, burying himself to the hilt as thick ropes of his cum flooded your pussy, overflowing to mix with your squirt and drip down your legs. He fucked you through it, prolonging the waves until your legs buckled, only his grip keeping you upright.
“Oh my god princess.” He groaned, his chest pressing to your back, “So tight for me fuckkkkk” The warmth spread, filling you until it leaked out with each twitch.
Sunghoon pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with your combined fluids. He unbuckled the belt with deliberate slowness, peeling it from your mouth, leaving your jaw slack and lips swollen. Drool coated your chin, and you gasped for air, voice hoarse.
“You…bastard.” You panted, voice heavy due to exhaustion.
“And you loved every second of it.” He smirked, tucking himself away before helping you stand on wobbly legs. Sunghoon wiped your chin with his thumb, then kissed you roughly, tasting the leather on your tongue.
“So?” He cocked his head to the side as you straightened your skirt, “Has your stress been relieved, doll?”
“I will actually shoot you.”
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Wednesdays really pissed you off.
And it wasn't for no reason. First off, it was the dead center of the week—too far from Sunday to feel hopeful and too far from Friday to feel close to relief. Second of all, there were never any customers on Wednesday. They’d all be at the ranches for the bull fight and you’d be left all alone with your thoughts—which rarely led to any good outcomes.
Still, you tried your hand at mediation, but unfortunately, staring at the dramatic font of the gin bottle wasn't doing anything other than pissing you off about the uneven space between the letters. You sighed and pushed yourself off the bar. Might as well close shop for today, maybe even go visit your sister and bake—
Ding!
The bell above the door chimed and your heart jumped so hard it was embarrassing.
And there he was.
Park Sunghoon stood just inside the doorway, breathing slightly heavier than usual, hat missing, dark hair disheveled like he’d run his hands through it one too many times. His cheeks were flushed, his shirt clinging faintly at the collar, dust streaking his sleeves. He looked unfairly beautiful.
“What happened to the bull fight?” You asked, trying very hard to sound normal. Sunghoon shut the door quickly behind him, glancing through the window before turning back to you.
“My horse chipped a hoof so I got late.” He said, stepping forward. “Which would’ve been fine—except your brother-in-law decided to conveniently step out right when I was walking by the saloon..”
“Jay saw you?” You rested your cheek on your palm, elbow propped up on the counter. This was amusing.
“Jay saw me,” Sunghoon confirmed grimly. “And since I may or may not have promised I’d behave myself this week, he wasn't exactly thrilled.”
“You have atleast three guns on you.” You crossed your arms. “Why are you running?”
“I’m not running.” He said, shrugging at your raised brow, “I’m just….strategically relocating.”
“You are literally out of breath.”
“A man can’t be out of breath now?”
You walked around the bar slowly, eyeing him up and down. His chest rose and fell faster than usual, a faint sheen of sweat catching the light at his temple. A loose strand of hair fell into his eyes, and he shoved it back impatiently.
“This was really the first place you thought to come to?” You chuckled, “The place your chaser’s sister in law owns.” Sunghoon held your gaze for a second too long, before sighing heavily. Your lips twisted into a winsome smile.
“You know if you ask nicely enough, I’ll hide you.” You said briefly.
Sunghoon huffed a quiet laugh, prodding his inner cheek with his tongue. “Nicely.” He moved closer to the counter, palms resting against the wood as he leaned in. “And what would that sound like?”
You shrugged. “Why don’t you try it out, pretty boy?”
If this was what power felt like, god damn you wanted to feel it everyday. For a brief second, Sunghoon looked almost offended. Then, surprisingly, he straightened.
The next few seconds would be laid down in history as the greatest moment of your life.
“Please.”
There wasn't any sarcasm, not even that cocky smirk. Sunghoon looked down at you with softened eyes. You wondered momentarily what it would feel like to see those eyes between your thighs.
“What was that?” You tilted your head, "Couldn't hear you that well.”
Sunghoon barked a haughty laugh and sighed again. Greatest moment of your life for sure.
“Please can you hide me from the big bad sheriff?” He said, his tone completely exasperated, “Pretty please?”
Outside you heard distant hoofbeats echo faintly down the street. You arched a brow, pretending to consider it.
“Hmm, I don’t know.”
“Don’t toy with me right now, doll.” He muttered, though there was no actual bite to it.
“Oh, but you look sooo good all flustered.” You leaned forward slightly, resting your elbows on the bar, a cheeky smile spread across your face. His jaw flexed, a faint flush creeping higher along his carved cheekbones.
“Are you going to help me,” Sunghoon asked, voice dipping lower, “or keep admiring the view?” Another set of hoofbeats sounded, closer now. Sunghoon’s jaw tightened, but his eyes stayed on you. You grabbed his shirt and yanked him towards the counter.
“Get under.”
“Under?”
“Under the bar, idiot.” You shoved him down, “Unless you’d like to test how fast Jay can draw his cattleman.”
Sunghoon held your gaze one last time, a faint twinkle in his eyes, before muttering something under his breath before crouching down on his knees, just as the bell chimed again.
“Don’t move.” You whispered sharply, shooting him a quick glance before going back to wiping down the neat counter with a rag.
A heavy set of boots thudded against the wooden floor as Jay walked in, scanning the room with sharp eyes under the brim of his hat. His uniform stretched taut over his muscled chest, a silver badge glinting as he approached the bar.
“Morning, troublemaker.” Jay’s voice carried easily through the bar.
“If you’re talking about yourself, good morning.” You looked up and gave him a gentle smile.
Jay snorted and dropped onto a barstool with a heavy sigh, hat coming off and landing beside him. He ran a hand through his hair, already damp from the heat.
“It’s barely noon and I’m melting.” He complained, “Why’d we decide to live somewhere that feels like an oven again?”
“You married into it.” You shot back lightly.
“Worst decision of my life.” You raised an eyebrow at his words, “Second worst,” He corrected quickly. “Don’t tell your sister I said that.”
A laugh slipped out of you before you could stop it. Jay leaned his elbows on the counter, giving you a sideways look. “You look suspiciously calm today.”
“Am I not usually calm?” You scoffed. Below the counter, a hand brushed your ankle. This absolute dickwad.
“You are.” Jay narrowed his eyes, “But not on Wednesdays.”
“I’m evolving.”
“What a terrifying thought.”
“Why did my sister marry you again?” You reached for a glass, setting it down in front of him, “Want something cold?”
“Yes please.” Jay smiled, drumming his fingers on the countertop. If only he knew who was mere centimeters away from his feet, separated by nothing but wood.
Below the counter, Sunghoon was thanking his luck.
You had decided to wear your short black skirt today—the one that hugged your hips and barely skimmed mid-thigh, paired with a fitted top that dipped low enough to tease cleavage. In short, it was everything that drove Sunghoon insane.
His eyes traced over the smooth expanse of your legs. Your thighs were basically inviting him in, a beauty that would distract any man from his duties. Sunghoon let out a shaky breath, drinking in the way the fabric clung to your skin, the faint outline of your lace panties visible if he looked close enough.
You, on the other hand, were completely immersed in filling a tall glass with ice, pouring in lemonade before adding a splash of whisky. You knew Jay hated drinking on the job, but this wasn't anything fancy. Just something to take the edge off.
“Have I told you I love you?” Jay muttered as you slid the glass over.
“If you loved me, you’d let me have a colt.” You grumbled. Under the bar, Sunghoon’s presence was impossible to ignore; his hand kept going up your leg and all you wanted to do was smack him across his pretty eyes.
“Yeah and then the both of us can die at the hands of your sister.” Jay laughed, “And I’m not one to disobey my wife.”
“Ok lover boy.” You rolled your eyes, “How’s wor—”
That's when you felt it—a warm hand on your calf, tentative at first, then bolder, sliding up the back of your knee. His breath was hot against your skin as he shifted closer below the bar, emboldened by the shadows and the thrill.
Your breath hitched, but you covered it with a cough, straightening up to grab a coaster. Jay's eyes narrowed slightly, concern flickering in between them.
“You alright there?” He asked, taking a sip of his drink.
“Fine, just a tickle in my throat.” You lied, forcing your voice even as fingers— thick, rough and calloused—traced higher, bunching the hem of your skirt. Sunghoon’s palm flattened against your inner thigh, parting them just enough to expose more skin, his thumb stroking the sensitive flesh there.
“Uh huhhh.” Jay hummed, clearly unconvinced, but he went back to being seduced by the cold glass of lemonade, “Anyways, did I tell you about the case we got last week?”
“Go on, sheriff, bore me with your details.” You busied yourself wiping a nonexistent spill, hips shifting subtly to discourage Sunghoon, but of course, the bastard took it as an invitation.
With agonizing slowness, his fingers hooked the edge of your panties, the thin lace barrier between propriety and chaos. Jay was mid-sentence, recounting some vague pursuit—“Had a lead on that rustler, but he slipped away like smoke”—when Sunghoon yanked.
A lighting bolt should have struck you down right there and then.
Your panties slid down your thighs in one swift tug, pooling at your ankles before you could react. Cool air kissed your bare pussy, already damp from the illicit excitement, lips swelling with arousal.
You gasped softly, disguising it as a laugh at Jay's story, but your knees locked, thighs trembling as Sunghoon's hands gripped your hips from below, pulling you forward until your ass perched on the edge of your seat.
“Sweetheart seriously what’s wrong with you toda—” Jay started, brow furrowing, but you cut him off by pouring him another shot of whiskey, the liquid sloshing slightly from your unsteady hand.
“And then what happened?” You prompted, “Did you catch the guy?” Your voice was breathy, leaning back to create space—or so you told yourself.
Underneath, hot breath ghosted over your exposed folds, Sunghoon’s nose brushing your clit as he inhaled deeply, savoring your scent. Your pussy throbbed, juices gathering at your entrance, and before you could whisper a warning, his tongue flicked out.
Jay kept dragging on about some bullets and some moon crap, but your senses were already done and dusted. It was a tentative lick at first, flat and broad, dragging from your dripping hole up to your clit. Electricity shot through you, making your fingers white-knuckle the table.
“And then the bastard told me to…”
Sunghoon was absolutely ravenous, muffled groans vibrating against your core as he sucked your labia into his mouth, tugging gently with his lips. His hands spread your thighs wider, knees pressing against the bar's supports, holding you open for his assault. Saliva mixed with your arousal, dripping down your ass crack to the floor, the wet sounds (thankfully) barely audible over Jay’s loud voice.
Jay's eyes were on your face now, searching, as he swirled his whiskey. “You sure you're okay right? You’re all red.” He reached out a free hand to press against your forehead.
“I’m fine Jay.” You murmured, “It’s just the heat. Go on, I wanna hear about the suspect.” You pursed your lips to stifle a moan as his tongue delved deeper, lapping at your slit with hungry strokes.
Jay nodded, oblivious, launching into details about the suspect—tall, dark-haired, evasive—while you nodded along, words tumbling from your lips in fragmented agreement. God damn Park Sunghoon and his glorious fucking tongue.
“Sounds dangerous.” You managed, voice pitching higher as a finger joined the tongue, circling your entrance before plunging inside. It curled immediately, hooking against your front wall, stroking that spongy spot that made your toes curl in your heels.
Sunghoon pumped his finger slowly, then added a second, stretching your pussy with scissoring motions while his tongue battered your clit. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the nub just enough to spark pain-laced pleasure, your hips bucking involuntarily. You gripped the counter's edge, knuckles paling, as Jay's boot tapped the stool leg—dangerously close to brushing the hidden figure.
“Another round please, sweetheart, thank you.” Jay said, pushing his glass forward
You reached for the bottle, arm trembling, and as you poured, Sunghoon's free hand snaked up, rolling your clit between his fingers. Your pussy spasmed around his fingers, walls fluttering, arousal gushing out to coat his palm. He lapped it up greedily, tongue thrusting alongside his digits.
Sweat beaded on your forehead, your top clinging to your breasts, nipples hard peaks—thank god you wore your good bra today. Sunghoon added a third finger then, and you were gone, stretching you wide, his tongue flicking rapidly over your clit in a rhythm that had your vision blurring.
“You know, if you’re bored, you can come over in the evening.” Jay hummed, downing his whiskey in one go, “I think it’s pecan pie tonight.” But all you could focus on was the building pressure in your core, the way the cowboy’s mouth sealed over your pussy, humming vibrations straight to your nerves.
You smiled despite yourself. “I’ll be there.”
Your thighs quivered, muscles straining to stay composed, but Sunghoon was relentless, knuckles-deep now, twisting his wrist to grind against your g-spot. His teeth nipped your inner labia, pulling them taut before releasing, then diving back in to suckle your clit like it was his lifeline.
“Well I better get back.” Jay set his glass down with a clink, “That bastard Sunghoon got away from me before I came in.”
That bastard Sunghoon is currently eating your sister in law out, you thought, feeling Sunghoon smirk against your legs. His fingers curled harder, faster, pistoning in and out with squelching sounds that you prayed the bar's ambient noise drowned out.
“I’m surprised you haven’t proposed to him yet.” You laughed, eyes flicking down for a fraction of a second, “Sis says she hears more about him than anybody in your bedroom.”
“She told you that?” Jay said, putting his hat on, “Huh, might have to ask her about that today.”
“You do that.” You said, seconds away from collapsing on the floor, “I’ll be over by 7 today.”
“Yep.” Jay tipped his hat, “Thanks for the drink sweetheart.” He paused at the door and smiled back at you, “Take care of yourself yeah?”
With that, he turned, boots thudding toward the door, as he finally left, The bell jingled as he exited, the door swinging shut behind him, leaving the bar in sudden, echoing quiet. Relief—and release—crashed over you like a wave.
A moan ripped straight from the bottom of your soul as your pussy clenched violently around the invading fingers, your climax ripping through you in shuddering waves.
Hot squirt erupted from your core, spraying in forceful jets over Sunghoon’s smug face, drenching his cheeks, lips and hair. He groaned in ecstasy, mouth open wide to catch every drop, tongue lashing out to lap at the gushing stream.
“Sunghoon—fuck fuck fuck!” You screamed as his fingers fucked you through it, prolonging the spasms until your legs shook uncontrollably, knees buckling against his shoulders. Cum and saliva mixed, dripping from his chin onto his shirt, but he didn't stop—sucking your pulsing clit, milking every aftershock until you were whimpering, oversensitive and spent.
You sagged against the counter, panting, as he finally withdrew his fingers with a wet pop, licking them clean before planting one last, lingering kiss on your throbbing pussy.
“You taste like heaven, doll.” He murmured from below, voice rough with lust, emerging slowly with a glistening face and a cocky grin, “Better than your Sazerac.”
Your panties still tangled at your ankles, skirt hiked to your waist, you could only stare, chest heaving. The bar felt electric, the risk of it all making your skin tingle.
“I actually hate you, Park Sunghoon.” You hit his chest, “You were this close to getting caught, you absolute dickhead.”
“And yet I didn't." Sunghoon sighed dramatically, his hands caressing your waist gently, “And I got to taste your sweet little cunt in the process. It’s a win-win situation, doll.”
“Whatever.” You scoffed, sneakily leaning into his touch. You gazed into his eyes for a moment, before your gaze flicked to his lips. You smiled, “You know I think I’ll close up early today. I need to be ready by 7.”
“Seven hm?” Sunghoon leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours, “We’ll be done by five, pretty girl.”
The west’s most notorious cowboy—a hardened criminal, guilty of half the shit posted onto the bulletin board outside the Sheriff’s office, the ice prince as they called him, unmoving and cold, the most ruthless in all the west.
And the guy who was going to worship you all day long, with his head in between your legs.
God bless Park Sunghoon, his whiskey stained handkerchief and your inability to resist some good fucking dick.
Everyone watching the Stranger Things finale and I'm over here binge watching H20 and screaming at the TV because I absolutely hate Charlotte with the heat of a thousand suns
Hopefully I'll be back to writing within the next 4ish months- BUT for now, I wish y'all a successful year and I'm holding the universe will be kind to you 🫶🩷
[ the train's oh so packed, and you can practically feel someone pressed up against you, but the friction of him against you made you oh so horny! ]
WRITING 𓈒 PWOP , MINOR DNI , dom hoon , public sex , train sex , strangers , fingering , clit rubbing , humping if u squint , bleeding (bc reader is lip biting) , p in v (dont be silly wrap ur willy!) , sunghoon almost animalistic lowk , petnames : baby , pretty girl , whore , yes y/n is in a skirt.... </3 , keeping in cum 𓏵
wc: 1.6k
a/n: lowk dooky but i wanted 2 write this so bad (◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ)
the train was filled to the brim. you huffed quietly, standing by the window, trying your best to admire the view and listen to the soft melodies of radiohead. humming until you got 'rudely' interrupted by the train coming to a stop, more people pouring in.
your face was practically pressed against the cool glass, your view of the city life at night now unobstructed. what's worse was the feeling of someone behind you, pressed into your own body.
"'m sorry." you heard a low rumble graze your ear, breath faint and warm against your skin. it made you shiver, not from the chill of the window, but from the way his deep voice hits your earlobe, how close he sounded to you.
yet, he didnt pull away. the apology just hung closely, the solid pressure of his chest against your back remained still.
the soft chime of the train filled your ear, train swaying violently, and you swore you almost fell. keyword, almost. his hand held your waist, the other braced against the glass beside your head, caging you in. you could smell the faint scent of his detergent mingling with the musk of his cologne, which practically made your knees buckle.
you should say it's okay. you should nod or shrug, do anything to get this tension away between his apology and body. but your voice was lodged somewhere beneath your ribs, heart pounding aggressively. your reflection in the dark was wide-eyed, as you tried to look over your shoulder, you could make out the blurred shape of him. his jaw was sharp enough to cut paper; you could make out the thick brows on his pale skin, and the way his hair was slicked back with only a strand falling down his face.
you'd like to say he looked like korean zayn malik.
as soon as the train started again, your bodies swayed, his chest pressing against you deeper, harsher. closer. your breath hitched, and so did his. you could feel his tightening slacks against the skirt you wore, the one your roommate warned you was too short. yet, none of you moved. not an inch.
the breath against your ear quickened by the second. if you weren't pressed up against him, you wouldn't have guessed what was happening. but you could feel it happening. the way you felt the outline of his cock grow against your skirt, how your own hands travelled to flip up your skirt the slightest for him to press against those pretty pink panties you wore.
"fuck." you heard the man grumble, the hand on your waist, sliding down to your hip, rubbing small, delicate circles as if you were porcelain. the rough fingers against the thin fabric made you shiver, your ass pressing into him even more.
you saw a smirk grow on his face through the reflection of the window. his hand bracing your head, folding so his elbow rested against the cool pane. his strained cock rubbing slow circles against your ass, as he softly moaned and grunted into your ear.
"you're wearing a skirt this short in public?" he huffed in your ear, voice raspy and rough. his hand around your hip, tightening, and you practically whimper at the touch. your hips moving like they have a mind of its own.
"p-please." you whisper, quiet enough so he could hear it, and something with the way you whispered made him snap. his teeth nibbled at your earlobe, as his fingers teased the waistband of your skirt, it was practically torture.
the sound of the train chimed softly, snapping you back to reality in an instant. you forgot you were even on the train, eyes wide and now panicking. "wait—" you stumbled, yet, your mind was fogged, too horny to think. you didn't want to stop, nor did you want to leave a stranger on the train blue-balled.
he hummed into your ear, the sound so seductive you practically came on the spot. "wanna keep going?" he asked, his his hips slowing down, but not stopping. a soft whine escaped your lips, nodding at his question.
"i need you to answer me verbally, baby." he coo'd his thrusts so slow it was almost nothing. your hands braced against the cool window, pushing your ass back against his clothed cock it made him groan.
"please—" you whine, you didnt even know his name, yet you were about to get fucked by him (you hoped) on the packed train. the sound of your plead made the man snap, his hand that lingered on the waistband of your skirt now down your panties.
"sunghoon." he whispered into your ear, his rough fingers circling your clit slowly and softly, making you jump at the contact. you let out a quiet moan, instantly biting your lip after. you were still on the train. wouldn't want anyone catching you two, would you?
"s-sunghoon…" you whispered, the sound of his name on your tongue sounding like a prayer. he practically chuckled at your neediness, landing a kiss on your cheek as those rough fingers of his dip deeper. collecting your leaking mess and carrying them back to your clit.
the coolness of your slick made you moan between your lips again. you felt absolutely dirty, but oh so good. your hips matched his finger's pace, one hand going to wrap around his wrist, pushing his hand lower so you could grind on his palm.
"oh, such a whore. wanting more, dont you?" he mocked, pushing his middle and index finger inside your gummy walls. "letting a stranger fuck you on this train."
you whined at his degrading words, yet you never stopped grinding. you needed him, wanted him. and he wanted you. his fingers a fast scissoring motion, one rushed so he could be inside of you as soon as possible. you could feel his fingers press all the right spots, your stomach and walls tightening in an instant. "im gonna—" you gasp, only for him to pull out his wet fingers.
"suck." he commanded, bringing them up to your lips, and as if you were hypnotised, your lips wrapped around them. tongue dancing around the digits as he used his hand to cage you in to unzip his slacks. the sounds of your soft gag's filled sunghoon's ears as the chatter around the train filled the silence.
sunghoon couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as his cock hide's under your skirt, instantly slapping against your wet panties. to you both, it sounded so lewd, to others it was just someone sneezing. he pulled the fingers out of your mouth with a loud pop! smirking at the sight of your fucked out face in the night sky.
he braced his hand against the window once again, free hand pushing your panties to the side, as he slowly fucked your thighs, the sound of shlick shlick shlick making you both moan, as his tip catches your clit, smearing his precum against it. "shit, i need to be inside you, right now." he muttered.
"please." you whisper, fingers dipping down to spread your lips for more access to your glistening hole. desire filled his eyes as he felt his tip pressing against your hole, slowly entering as you adjust to his thick cock. your lip, bleeding and pierced, from biting it too hard.
you practically sank down on his cock, with a struggle, feeling his tip threatening to enter your cervix. sunghoon gave you no time to adjust, pulling out as much as he can without disturbing other people, only to thrust back in sharply.
each thrust was stronger than the last, pressing you into the window. cheek pressed against the cool pane, nipples grazing the fabric of your bra. your mind clouded, forgetting you were even on the train as you let your moans escape your lips, only for it to be covered by his large hand.
"dont be so loud, we're in public." he growled, but his words didn't match his actions. his thrusts were strong and rhythmical. you knew he wouldn't stop anytime soon, but, then again he is just a stranger. you wont know his sex drive, would you?
your thoughts were interrupted by the way you felt his cock climb up your cervix, every. single. thrust.
you could feel something coil your stomach, one mixed with pleasure and pain. your walls clamping down on his cock, almost making it a struggle to move. "come on baby, i know you want to cum, but i cant do that if you're holding me back." he laughed, against your ear, the breath tickling your lobe. you whined, trying your best to let go.
he could feel your walls pulse against his cock with every struggling thrust. one of his hands flew down to your clit, rubbing it as if there was no tomorrow, making you moan out and shake into his hand. "thats right, baby."
you felt his thrusts become sloppy, animal-like, as if you were the only he'd fuck for the rest of his life. you could sense the way his eyes darkened with every clench, the way he couldnt see your face making him become more worked up.
"fuck, you're clenching up so much." he groaned, closing his eyes as he inhales the sweet scent of vanilla lingering on your neck. "gonna cum on the train, yeah? cumming from a stranger who was pressed against you?" he taunted, last few thrusts becoming slower by the second.
"you're such a whore." he groaned into your ear, the last thrust against you making you both cum. sunghoon painting your inside's white, as you felt slick roll down your leg. his hips moving slowly to ride you both out of your highs, before pulling out, making you whine.
"keep the cum in, yeah?" he whispered, his hand going to push your panties back into the center, tapping your clit as 'good luck'. his hands going to tuck his softening cock back into his slacks, and fixing your short skirt against your trembling thighs.
he landed a soft kiss onto your cheek, as he whispered a number you couldnt quite understand.
you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.
seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors
I work at a bookstore and hearing one of my male coworkers call smutty romantasy "the downfall of society" because it's "literally just porn" radicalized me
Men have an entire industry. Entire industries dedicated to their sexualities. Let women have fantasy sex. there's not even a camera crew involved.
