synopsis: sunghoon being a FREAK sunghoon showing you just how much of a pretty girl you are.
› pairings & contents: bf!sunghoon x fem!reader, established relationship
✧ warnings: damn where do i begin...dom!sunghoon, sub! reader, headlocking, fingering (f receiving), making reader beg, exhibitionism kinda, mirror play / catoptronophilia, degradation AND praise (yk i'm a sucker for that), nicknames (baby, angel), taunting, mentions of squirting, overstim???.. yeah, that's about it.
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sunghoon's grip on your neck tightens just a fraction in the headlock, his bicep flexing against your pulse as he forces your gaze back to the mirror. 'eyes on the fucking mirror, baby,' he snarls into your ear, his voice rough and demanding, hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
"want you to see how your greedy little pussy swallows my fingers yeah baby?", his thighs lock around your waist like iron bands, keeping you pinned against his chest, your legs forced apart to expose everything in the reflection.
you whimper, the sound escaping before you can stop it, as his fingers—two thick digits already buried deep—start pumping in and out with deliberate force. the slick sounds fill the room, your arousal making obscene noises with each thrust.
"fucking hell, angel, listen to that,— you hear that?" he growls, his free hand yanking your panties further aside. "pretty little cunt's so wet for me, dripping all over my hand— shit— you're so fucking helpless while i you finger you senseless,"
"ple-please, hoon,' you moan, your voice breaking as his thumb presses hard on your clit, circling it roughly. you're not even sure what you're pleading him for, or why, but it's the only coherent word your brain could think of.
you hands claw at his arm, but it only makes him chuckle darkly, his cock twitching against your back through his pants. in the mirror, you watch your body betray you, tits bouncing with each jolt, pussy clenching visibly around his invading fingers. "please more, hoon! ... oh god, more—" you beg, hips bucking futilely against his hold.
he adds a third finger without warning, ofcourse he does, stretching you wide, the burn mixing with pleasure as he scissors them inside. "fucking pathetic,' he taunts, his lips brushing your neck before he bites down lightly.
"look at yourself, yn," your face is all flushed, mouth hanging open. "tell me how bad you want it. say you need my fingers ruining this pretty hole." his pace quickens, curling them to hit that spot over and over, his arm in the headlock pulling you back harder so you arch into him.
"ah—hoon! yes, please, please,' you cry out, moaning loudly as waves of heat build in your core. your reflection shows tears pricking your eyes, lips swollen from biting them, body trembling between his powerful thighs. "don't stop... fuck, it feels so good... harder!' the words tumble out in desperate pleas, your walls fluttering around his hand.
"that's it, baby, moan for me louder,' he demands, thrusting deeper, his voice laced with hunger ."your pussy's milking my fingers— fuck baby, you look so fucking hot, — gonna make you squirt, yeah,? — show you what a messy little whore you are?," he grinds his palm against your clit, fingers hooking relentlessly, his thighs squeezing to keep you from writhing away.
the pressure coils unbearably, your moans turning into sobs of need. "sunghoon, i'm—please, let me cum! i can't... oh fuck, yes!' you beg, voice hoarse, nails digging into his skin. in the mirror, it's all there: your pussy spasming, juices gushing over his wrist as the orgasm crashes through you. he doesn't stop, pumping through the clenches, drawing out every shudder while his dirty words keep spilling. "my good girl, look how you soak everything—fucking perfect.'
finally, he eases his fingers out, but his hold stays firm, forcing you to watch your wrecked, panting form in the glass, still trapped and owned.
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💌 viv's note: credits to @jaylaxies, their post about these pictures and these fansite pictures themselves inspired this 🤍
you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free
∘ ∘ ∘ ❤︎ gamer boyfriend heeseung! who makes you his cock sleeve every single fucking time he’s playing his games on his pc. 274WC!
your stifled whines are unbearable in between heeseung’s neck, breath against his warm skin. his headphones are on his ears, friends chattering amongst each other about their game.
it’s pointless seriously, trying to stay quiet.
heeseung’s cock is balls deep inside your pussy, both his hands on his keyboard or his mouse. “stay quiet” he murmurs against your ear, tone demanding. “don’t want the boys to hear how much of a slut you are.”
you want to roll your hips, you want to feel something. you know damn well heeseung will punish you if you dare move. it was already enough to let you on his lap, rolling your hips would get you in deep shit.
you tease him, gently rolling your hips for some sort of friction. “heeseung..” you moan softly. “please, just leave the game for a sec.”
heeseung mutes his voice chat, attention shifting fully to you now. “give me a second. maybe if you sit still like a good girl, you can get what you want.”
maybe you’ll behave.
or maybe, you’ll continue to make him miserable for leaving you hanging like this.
you roll your hips again, more passionately as you moan into his headset—giving his friends a free show.
“heeseung…” you moan. “touch me more, baby.”
heeseung shrugs his headset off, not even hanging up the voice chat or leaving his match. he tosses you onto the bed—your weight meaning nothing to him. his sweats drop to his knees, cock stuffing inside of you.
“now you’re gonna take it all, i don’t fucking care if you can’t.” heeseung thrusts, hitting your most sensitive spots. “bad girls get punished.”
Synopsis☞ Working as a doctor for an asylum was interesting, you had different patients, but one catches your eyes..Yang jungwon a very special patient..
Contains☞ Slow burn, kissing, make out, healing, angst, fluff, unprotected sex, swearing, mentions of killing (a little bit).
W.C☞ 12k..?
Nef notes☞ New jungwon fic based on the CONCEPT PHOTOS, HOLY SHIT, THEY WHERE SO GEWDDD TOO GEEWED! anyways here's some serial killer jungwon, when I saw him hold the chainsaw I had to!..love y'all, reblogs, likes and comments are good for me! feel free to comment!Hope you guys enjoy it ( ◜‿◝ )♡
The heavy steel door groaned as it closed behind you, a familiar finality echoing off the cold tile walls. The fluorescent lights above buzzed, flickering slightly, casting sterile white over the hallway. The South Wing of the Seoul Psychiatric Detention Center wasn’t a place many dared to linger. Especially not near Room 313.
You weren’t supposed to be here past shift change. But rules had blurred long ago, the first time you made eye contact with Jungwon through that reinforced glass.
He had been transferred under high-security conditions, a 19-year-old with a rap sheet that read like a horror script—four confirmed murders, two suspected, and a trail of evidence so compelling the prosecution hadn’t even bothered with a plea deal. But he was too young for full incarceration. The court ordered psychiatric evaluation instead. Which meant, for now, he belonged in your world.
The first time you'd seen him, he was barefoot, cuffs around his ankles and wrists, still smiling like he'd just walked out of a nightclub. A smile that felt... wrong in all the right ways. Not deranged. Not hollow. But calculated. Charming. Disarming.
You remember looking into his eyes and realizing something terrifying: He knew what you were thinking before you did.
“You’re back early,” his voice drawled through the bars as you stepped into his observation cell.
“I’m late, actually,” you corrected, clutching the clipboard tighter than necessary.
“Late,” he repeated, then slowly sat up from the cot, the faintest sound of chains shifting. “To see me. You know how that makes me feel?”
Your throat dried slightly. You were trained for this. You had degrees, certifications, and months of supervised fieldwork. And still, Jungwon made you feel like the one under observation.
“I’m not here for you,” you said, eyes flicking to the notes in your folder. “Routine wellness check.”
He tilted his head, a slow smirk pulling at his lips.
“You say that every time, Y/N.”
He said your name like a secret he enjoyed unwrapping. Like he had every intention of breaking the rules just to whisper it again.
You didn’t flinch. You’d learned by now that flinching was like blood in the water. But you didn’t have to say anything either, because he leaned forward, elbows on knees, voice dropping.
“Why don’t you tell me the truth, angel?” he purred. “You like watching me. I can feel it when your eyes linger.”
“I watch all the patients.”
“But I’m your favorite.”
You opened your mouth—to deny, to scold, you weren’t sure—but his gaze locked onto yours, and your breath caught.
“I see the way you hesitate outside the glass,” he said softly. “Like you’re trying to convince yourself not to come in.”
He wasn’t wrong. And that’s what made you furious.
Jungwon didn’t just enjoy mind games. He thrived on them. He read body language like poetry. He saw lies like they were highlighted in red.
And lately… he’d turned his attention entirely on you.
You told yourself it was part of the job—understanding him, empathizing just enough to build rapport. You told yourself you weren’t addicted to the electric pull between you, the way his words made your skin feel too tight. You told yourself he didn’t matter.
But that didn’t explain why you started staying past hours.
Didn’t explain why you read his files late into the night, fingers tracing over crime scene photos not in horror—but fascination.
Didn’t explain why, when he smiled, you sometimes smiled back.
“You’re not like them,” he said one night, voice low and silken as rain tapped the windows behind him.
“Like who?”
“The ones who try to fix me. You’re just trying to understand.”
“That’s my job.”
“No, Y/N,” he said, dragging out every syllable. “Your job is to document. But you? You want to know.”
Your silence gave you away.
“And the more you know,” he added, “the more you’ll crave.”
You swallowed. “And what is it I’m supposed to be craving, Jungwon?”
He stood, the chains dragging faintly. There was only a short distance between you now, four thick bars and a lifetime of poor decisions.
“Me,” he whispered.
You tried to pull away. You tried reassignment, switching shifts, working longer with less sleep. It didn’t matter. Jungwon’s voice echoed even in your dreams.
And he noticed.
“You’re not sleeping,” he said one day as you delivered meds to his cell. “Eyes puffy. Little tremble in your hand.”
“I’m fine.”
“You miss me.”
You laughed bitterly. “You’re psychotic.”
He leaned closer. “You keep saying that like it’s a turn-off.”
You hated him. You hated how he saw through everything. And you hated yourself for letting him.
But somewhere between your duty and his obsession, you started wanting the monster.
It came to a head during a lockdown.
A riot broke out in the North Wing. The facility went red-zone, sirens blaring. You were doing rounds, and when the security doors slammed, you were locked in with Jungwon.
The overhead buzzed: “Remain in place. Doors will reopen once clearance is verified.”
You stared at the cell. His door hadn’t locked. Malfunctioning latch. Classic.
And he was watching you. Uncuffed. Smiling. Beautiful and terrifying and real.
“You’re afraid,” he murmured, stepping out of the shadow.
“Don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can scream.”
He took a step closer. “And they won’t come.”
Your back hit the wall.
He stopped in front of you, eyes unreadable now. The game dropped. Something deeper took its place.
“I could hurt you,” he said softly.
“I know.”
“I don’t want to.”
You exhaled shakily. “Then don’t.”
His fingers brushed your wrist.
“Say it,” he whispered. “Say you want this too.”
You didn’t answer.
But you didn’t pull away either.
The kiss was a chemical explosion.
Your hand tangled in the back of his shirt. His lips crashed into yours with fury and restraint, like he wanted to consume you and worship you all at once. You felt teeth, breath the heat he tasted like everything you weren’t supposed to have.
And you let him.
Because the worst part of all this wasn’t that he was a killer.
It was that he made you feel more alive than anyone ever had.
After that, there was no going back.
Late-night visits turned into touches beneath the table. A stolen moment when security cameras glitched. Fingertips brushing across your waist when no one was looking.
You kept his secrets. He kept your sanity.
But the guilt grew.
The lines blurred.
The closer you got to him, the more he opened up. About the pain. The voices. The fear of abandonment that grew claws. He wasn’t proud of what he’d done—but he didn’t regret it either.
“They deserved it,” he told you once. “They hurt people. And no one stopped them.”
“And you think that makes you better?”
He looked at you with those molten eyes.
“No,” he said. “It makes me honest.”
The night you lost control entirely, it was raining.
You’d received notice that Jungwon was being transferred. Maximum security prison. No more therapy. No more contact.
You broke protocol.
You snuck in, unlocked the gate, and stepped into his arms like it was the only place left on Earth that made sense.
“You came,” he whispered.
“I had to.”
There were no more words after that.
Only lips. Tongues. Whispers. Skin. Your body pressed to his, heat searing the cold walls. Chains rattling against the rhythm of your sin. You let him take you, and you took him in return. Like sinners. Like lovers. Like two people who knew they’d burn for this but didn’t care.
He made you cry. He made you scream. He made you feel.
And when he held you after, breathless and shaking, you realized the truth:
You didn’t love him despite the madness.
You loved him because of it.
They found you the next morning, asleep in his arms.
You were stripped of your position. The media swarmed. Your name went viral as "The Angel Who Fell for the Devil."
But he never testified against you.
In fact, he whispered only one thing during his final hearing.
“I would kill for her again.”
Six months later, a body was found near a broken fence line.
Security footage was corrupted.
An empty guard uniform was missing.
And the last thing the night watchman heard before the cameras went dead?
A voice, low and cocky, whispering through static:
“Told you she’d come back for me.”
The motel room was too quiet.
Faded floral curtains. Cheap, flickering light. One bed. A single ticking clock on the wall.
Jungwon stood by the window, shirtless, damp towel around his neck, freshly showered. You sat at the edge of the bed, hands gripping the sheets. The silence between you buzzed louder than the asylum alarms ever had.
“Still think I’m the villain?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.
You met his eyes. That same mix of trouble and tenderness. His voice was low, cocky, but not careless.
“No,” you said. “I think you’re something worse.”
He tilted his head. “Oh?”
“Unpredictable.”
Jungwon chuckled. “That’s not always a bad thing, sweetheart.”
He walked toward you, the towel falling from his neck. He wasn’t trying to be seductive. He didn’t need to try. It was in the way he moved confident, controlled, like he could shatter or shelter you at will.
“Why’d you come with me?” he asked.
You didn’t answer right away. Because the truth was messy.
Because part of you wanted to save him. And another part, maybe darker, wanted to belong to the madness too.
“You asked me to,” you whispered.
He knelt in front of you, between your knees. “That all it took?”
You reached for him, fingertips brushing his cheek. “I couldn’t let them take you back.”
“Because you care?”
You nodded.
He leaned in, lips brushing yours, soft, almost reverent. Then he pulled back, gaze suddenly serious.
“You know I’ve killed people,” he said. “Real people. Not just stories on paper.”
“I know.”
“I’m not cured.”
“I know.”
“And I’ll never be what you want me to be.”
You stood and kissed him.
“I never asked you to be.”
The past few weeks where like a fever dream.
They were a tangle of sheets and hands and whispered confessions. Sometimes soft, sometimes desperate. Sometimes violent—not in a way that hurt, but in the way people do when they’re clinging to each other like lifelines.
And then came the nightmares.
Jungwon would wake up gasping, sweating, eyes wild. You’d wrap your arms around him, hold him until he stopped shaking.
“What do you see?” you asked once.
He whispered, “You… leaving.”
You never did.
But peace is temporary when blood’s in your past.
A photo leaked online. Grainy. A gas station security cam. You and Jungwon, buying snacks. It wasn’t a clear shot, but it was enough.
Suddenly, you weren’t ghosts anymore.
You were fugitives.
Jungwon wanted to run. You wanted to plan.
They almost caught you in Denver.
Marked car. Two agents. You had to run through the rain, barefoot, laughing through the panic. You crashed in a stolen car, engine still warm. Jungwon was bleeding from his temple. You stitched him up in the backseat, hands shaking.
“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, eyes glassy.
“You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I don’t need to.”
Weeks passed.
You became something else. Not quite lovers, not quite fugitives partners in the truest, most terrifying sense.
You learned his patterns.
He learned yours.
He was still dangerous. Still sharp and impulsive and morally gray.
But with you—he tried.
He held your face after kissing you too rough and whispered, “Sorry.”
He stopped running ahead without checking if you could keep up.
He looked at you like you were the last good thing in the world and maybe, for him, you were.
One night, in a cabin deep in the woods of Oregon, you sat by the fire, wrapped in a blanket. Jungwon poured wine into two mismatched mugs.
“You ever think about staying?” he asked.
“Here?”
“Anywhere. Not running. Just… us.”
You stared at the flames. “Every day.”
He sat beside you. “We could fake our deaths.”
You smiled. “You’d love that.”
“I mean it. Burn the car. Leave blood. No more names. Just you. Just me. Forever.”
You looked at him. “Forever’s a long time.”
“I’ve done longer.”
He kissed you—slow this time, hands framing your face. There was no lust behind it. Just… devotion. A promise.
And when he whispered, “I love you,” it wasn’t a trick.
It was the truest thing he’d ever said.
But you knew better than to believe in happy endings.
The fire snapped in the hearth, casting golden light across Jungwon’s bare collarbones. He was lounging beside you on the floor, wine-stained lips curved into a smirk as he watched the flames flicker, though it was clear his attention hadn’t left you for even a second.
“You keep staring,” you said, swirling the last of your wine.
He leaned closer, his voice velvet and smoke. “Because you look like sin in candlelight.”
Your breath hitched as he took the mug from your hand, setting it aside. His fingers brushed yours featherlight, teasing, possessive.
“And I’ve been starving,” he murmured.
You parted your lips, about to speak, but he was already crawling toward you...slow, deliberate. The blanket slipped off your shoulders, and the cold kissed your skin for just a moment before Jungwon's body pressed against yours, warm and familiar and infinitely dangerous.
“You sure?” he asked against your jaw, voice low, teasing, but still asking.
You nodded, barely breathing. “Always.”
That was all he needed.
His mouth crashed into yours, urgent and claiming. He kissed like he wanted to ruin you and worship you in the same breath. His hands slid under your shirt, greedy, tugging until the fabric peeled away and your bare skin met the chill of the room and the heat of his mouth.
He kissed down your neck, softly at first, then with teeth, marking. One hand gripped your waist while the other slid between your thighs, already knowing exactly how to undo you.
“You’re soaked,” he groaned, two fingers pressing lightly against your panties. “All that for me?”
“All for you,” you gasped, hips rocking forward.
He tore the fabric down your legs, lips ghosting over every inch of skin he revealed, until you were sprawled on the soft fur rug...open, panting, waiting.
And then he knelt between your legs, tongue darting out to taste you, slow and devastating. You gasped, back arching, hands clawing at the rug as he licked deeper, then flicked over your clit with maddening rhythm.
“Jungwon—please—” you moaned.
He chuckled against you, the vibration sending shivers up your spine. “God, you sound so good like this. Could record you right now and use it as my new favorite lullaby.”
His fingers replaced his mouth, two sliding in effortlessly as his tongue stayed on your clit, moving in sync. Your body bucked, firelight catching the sweat on your chest, and you came hard, crying out as the heat consumed you from inside out.
But he wasn’t done.
Not even close.
Jungwon rose, undressing slowly, like he wanted you to watch, to ache. He was lean muscle and sharp edges, all scars and quiet power, and the moment he lined himself up against your entrance, he looked you dead in the eye.
“This…” he said, pushing in, slow and deep, “is mine now.”
You gasped, hands flying to his shoulders, nails sinking in as he filled you completely.
“Yours,” you breathed. “Only yours.”
He started to move, hips rolling, each thrust rougher, deeper, hotter than the last. You wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust, moaning his name like a prayer.
The fire roared behind him, casting shadows over his face. His expression was dark, hungry, worshipful, like he couldn't decide whether to break you or beg for your soul.
“Say it again,” he growled. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” you cried out. “I’m yours, Jungwon”
He kissed you again, silencing the scream as he drove into you harder, faster, until you were unraveling beneath him, again, trembling and moaning as your second orgasm ripped through you like wildfire.
His pace stuttered.
“Fuck,” he groaned, voice strangled. “I’m gonna...Y/N—”
“Do it,” you whispered, pulling him in. “Come inside. Fill me.”
And when he did, when he came with a ragged moan, clutching you to his chest like he was afraid you’d vanish, you felt more alive than you ever had.
Like you belonged there. In his arms. In the dark. In the madness.
After, he didn’t speak.
He just held you, bodies tangled on the rug, the firelight fading into embers.
You were sore. Marked. Loved.
And when he whispered, “I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me,”
synopsis: you ride your boyfriends abs and end up fucking.
pairing: idol!jungwon x fem!reader
genre: 18+, established relationship, switch!jungwon, abs riding, dry humping, p in v, teasing, whiny!jungwon, unprotected sex, creampie (don’t be silly, wrap your willy!), breeding mention, cockwarming, corny ending
wc: 1.8k
You invited your boyfriend, Jungwon, over for a movie night. He suggested if you two could do it at your place since he lived with his members. You agreed, wanting some alone time with your boyfriend, not that you told him that. But it was implied.
You were sitting down on his lap, now watching that scene in the Titanic, creating a sudden awkward silence between the two of you. You heard Jungwon's breath hitch, suddenly shifting his arms away from you.
You turned your neck to look at him, "What's wrong? You've never watched people have sex?" You teased.
Jungwon glared at you, "I obviously have…" He tried to adjust his pants, but that's when you felt it.
Fuck, he's hard.
You two haven't crossed that line yet as you've only been dating for a couple of months. But you can't say how you haven't thought about how it would be to have sex with Jungwon, how you would worship his body and kiss all his worries away and in other areas you dreamt about.
You turned around to straddle him, feeling his bulge rest directly against your clit. You started moving back and forth, movie forgotten in the background.
"Y/n… what are you-"
"Just focus on me, baby." You said exasperatedly.
Jungwon just nodded, wrapping his hands around your waist to help you move deeper into him. You placed your lips on his, moaning into his mouth. He opened his mouth for you as your tongues danced together.
"Mm…mm…mm." You moaned into his mouth, feeling his dick get harder against you.
You pulled away and made him lie down on the couch, you went up to kiss him before pulling away again, "Do you want this?"
Despite your lust, you needed his consent. It's the first time you've went this far, not wanting to cross any boundaries without his say.
Jungwon nodded, "Please… do something, anything. I need you so bad." He whined, squirming under you as he tried to rub himself against you.
You intentionally raised your hips to his stomach, placing yourself on him. You kissed down his neck, feeling the veins against your lips as you lightly suckled, careful not to make any marks.
He kept chanting your name, drunk on the feeling of your lips and his dick being ignored. He kept whining, 'please,' 'i need you,' 'you're perfect."
Your heart throbbed at his words, feeling so much love and appreciation in his words. You peeled off your shirt. Jungwon felt entranced as he rubbed his fingers against your skin the more it was revealed. your shirt fell on the floor of your living room as your breasts threatened to spill out your bra.
Jungwon immediately cupped them through the fabric, playing with your nipples thoroughly, "Wonie…" You sighed.
He continued his ministrations, making you tug his shirt. He pulled away from your chest to pull off his shirt, his delicious abs in display in all its glory.
You licked your lips cause he looked good enough to eat, he is good enough to eat.
"Y/n please-"
You glared at him, getting tired of his whines. You kissed down his chest, your lips pressing kisses into his collarbones and pecs. He kept chanting your name throughout this, his hands moving up and down your hips, precum beginning to bubble from his slit.
His skin felt hot against your lips as you lightly started to suck around his pecs, going down to his abs. You placed your hands on his abs, feeling how hard they are.
"I love your abs." You whispered, never leaving your eyes from the sight.
He couldn't help but smirk, "Yeah? Does my baby like it?"
You nodded, slowly leaning down and slipping your legs away and started peppering kisses on his stomach. He groaned at the feeling, his dick throbbing at the warmth of your lips so close to his waist line. More precum spilled from his tip, starting to make a dark spot in Jungwon’s grey sweats.
You languidly glided your tongue around the places where his stomach began to dip, making him tangle his fingers in your hair. Your lips made him crazy, you made him crazy. You started sucking as red bruises begin to form, making him thrash.
"Y/n please-" He choked out in a moan.
"Say it then." You said, your kisses never stopping.
Jungwon whined, his black hair sticking to his forehead, "Please… touch me."
After hearing that, you got up, pulling off your sleep shorts and panties. A string of slick broke off from your panties, making Jungwon's mouth water.
You placed yourself on his abs, making his eyes widen. His dick was now so hard and so wet. You started moving back and forth, moaning at the feeling of his hard abs against your wet cunt. Your high pitched moans filled your apartment, not caring if you were making your neighbors have a poor night's sleep.
Jungwon was entranced at the sight on top of him, you, riding his abs, and loving the feeling. He was breathing heavily but a moan slipped out once so often as he felt his dick twist in his underwear.
You got off from him, "I need to cum with your dick inside me." Jungwon felt his dick jump with your raw voice. He basically tore off his gray sweats, you grinned seeing a wet spot on them.
You were about to push him against the couch again but you yelped when his strong arms picked you up, starting carrying you. He walked into your room and gently laid you down against your sheets, "Towels, where?"
You pointed to the bathroom, seeing his dick bouncing as he walked in. He saw white towels on the sink, grabbing one. He wiped off your previous arousal off him and went back to you, laying it under your butt so you guys didn't make a mess in your bed.
He placed his legs over yours and kissed you one last time, "Condoms?"
You shook your head, "Just get me a plan B after."
"Fuck baby, you're playing with fire." He said, making you wrap your legs around his waist. Jungwon grabbed his dick, you could see precum glistening under the moonlight slipping into your room. He nudged his tip against your clit, making both of you moan. He rubbed and circled your clit making you let out girlish moans.
You tried kicking your legs but his strong arm held you in place, "I'm gonna enjoy this baby, ravish you, fuck a baby into you." He whispered the last part to himself, but hearing him so possessive made you weak.
You then felt his tip against your entrance, you wrapped his arms around his neck as he pushed in. He was big. You moaned at the feeling of him filling you up, a sharp sensation of pain went through you making you tear up.
He stopped, kissing your forehead, "It's okay baby, you're doing so good. I'll be gentle." He kissed your temple before slowly sinking it again.
You breathed in and out, trying to distract yourself from his dick spearing into you. And when he finally pushed himself all the way in, you both moaned. Your velvet heat felt so good around his dick, not moving as he wanted you to adjust to his length.
He kissed your swollen lips, feeling you relax around his dick. You pulled away after a minute, "You can move."
And when he bottomed out, it was over.
He set a good pace, his thighs slapping the back of yours as you felt him pulling back in and out of you. Your moans were never ending, lost in the feeling of him filling you up over again. Jungwon never took his eyes off the sight of your pussy swallowing his dick, you were so wet that he didn't need any lube to prep you.
He began kissing your neck as you continued to let out sounds of pleasure. Hickies were formed on your neck as one hand scratched his back and another was tangled in his hair. His abs were flexing as he thrust, his effort was making you moan even louder as he went faster.
He pulled away from your neck, a few bruises formed as he now kissed down. Your collarbones were so beautiful, he had to bite and mark them. You clenched around him whenever his lips brushed your nipples, making him groan.
"Baby, don't-don't do that. I'm gonna cum if you do." He groaned as he put his lips on your right boob.
He peeked his tongue out and started licking around your areole, moaning as his actions made you tighten around him again.
"You like that baby?" He chuckled, licking your nipple, making you squeal. Jungwon grabbed your chin, making you look at him, "Answer me."
"Yes… don't stop, please." You begged.
His thrusting never slowed down, keeping a consistent pace as he continued to suck on your breasts. You felt them starting to hurt and get swollen pink, but you couldn't care, you needed Jungwon to fulfill your desires.
Eventually, you were too tight that he couldn't even pull out anymore. His pace slowed down as his thighs began to hurt, yours were already red from the constant skin slapping.
"Baby…" He whispered, "I-I can't hold back."
"Shh…" You cooed, "Cum with me- please. Cum, cum!"
Groaning at your words, he pressed himself against you, feeling his dick brush your cervix as he let go. He slowly kept thrusting as he spilled into you, his cum splashing against your unprotected pussy. The feeling of him cumming inside you made you orgasm, your thighs shook violently as you let out a loud moan.
He counted how many times his dick pulsed as he shot his semen into you, five… six… seven. He couldn't help but moan at every single one as you milked his dick. He came so much that you couldn't hold all of it, spilling down your thighs and onto the towel beneath.
Eventually, you both came down from your high. His breath tickled your neck as he tried catching his breath.
You held him against you, his dick still inside you. You felt the wetness between your thighs, suddenly feeling shy at the feeling of your coupling dripping down.
Jungwon pulled away, kissing you lovingly, "I'll clean up."
He was about to pull away until you pulled him back, "No… let's just stay like this for a little bit."
Jungwon was doubtful, but he couldn't say no to you. So he laid down against you, not pulling out his dick out of your pussy. You breathed out in content, only one thought ringing in your head.
but what if i said gym rat bf jungwon eating u out in a black compression shirt
smut. mdni. oral fem!rec, overstim, squirting
There are a lot of things you can never deny Jungwon, especially when he comes back from the gym with water still dripping down his hair and black compression shirt that highlights his shoulders just so well.
It's his little trick to get his way with you whenever he wants, in fact.
The damp material of his shirts rubs against your thighs as he keeps you anchored to his mouth. You'd think he'd be spent after an entire gym session, but more often than not he comes home starving, and you happen to be there ready for him!
"So fucking good, love eating this pussy every day," he moans into your heat, and by the third time you've come around his tongue or into his mouth, you don't know if all the wetness gathering between you is from your cunt, his spit, or a mix of both.
He backs up a little, just enough to stick his tongue out as far as he can to let a fat glob of drool fall on the already messy scene. He licks it up, catching your clit in his mouth in that same motion, and swirls it around his mouth like he's sucking on a lollipop he can't get enough of.
"So sweet."
Yeah, just like you thought.
"I want more, doll. Cum some more for me, please give me just one more," he begs, but really, it's an order if anything. As if you could so anything but cum, cum again, and then cum some more when he's stiffening the tip of his tongue like that and drawing circles on it as if Giotto himself taught him to.
Your walls flutter against his fingers when he shoves two into you, curling the tips to reach the perfect spot that makes you come undone so much faster, while his lips wrap around your clit again to suck on it.
It's unfair, really, how quickly he can send you over the edge. Stuff you thought could be possibly only on those badly written eroticas you got hooked on last summer.
Somehow though, not even three minutes from your last orgasm—refractory period who?—your toes curl and eyes roll back to the back of your head, his name dropping from your mouth way too many times, while you soak his shirt with your squirt. Your cunt throbs, flutters and squeezes his fingers out of you as you keep coming, no thoughts in your mind other than 'holy fuck that's good'.
And his nasty, greedy self is there waiting for it open mouthed, acting like he had no water in that damn gym. He drinks it all up, moans while swallowing it, and catches whatever dribbles down his chin with his tongue.
You're panting, room still spinning even though you're laying down on your bed, when you feel the soft kitten licks Jungwon gives you as if to clean you up, when really he's just letting you know that he's not satiated yet.
The worst part? You let him, him and that stupid shirt you don't know how to act around.
ꕥ SINK MY TEETH IN YOU ⸝⸝⸝ six different scenarios in which the enhypen members are bloodthirsty otherworldly creatures !
⚠︎ smut. mdni. blood, scratching, usage of claws, biting, blood drinking. the following drabbles might contain dub-con and non-con (biting) content, read the warnings for each. total wc 4k. ⸻ rules ⋆ m.list
NIA ⸻ happy halloween my lovelies :3 this is a little rushed bc og plan didn't make it in time but oh well! this is inspired by guts, written by my beloved @karinasbaby
Usually you do first dates differently, sure. But rarely are they this good, so maybe it's the right way, afterall.
You met Heeseung on Tinder of all places, but from day one you liked how no bullshit and straight to the point he was. Not looking for anything serious, just like you. Not there to waste time on pointless dates and calls when all he wants is to fuck, just like you. And into… vampire role play? Okay, not exactly like you, but intriguing enough, and with Halloween around the corner, why the hell not.
He threw you over his shoulder the second you laid out some ground rules and a safe word, like you weighted absolutely nothing. 'Uh, I lift,' he'd said when you asked him about his strength, and you'd left it at that. If any other slightly off putting detail came into the picture, you failed to pick up on it, busy as you are with his cock down your throat.
"Just like that, darling." Heeseung's head lurches back when you swirl your tongue around his—abnormally cold?–cock. A huge thing, by the way. You struggled to take it in initially, helping yourself with your hands, but Heeseung just pushed your head down on it. And honestly? You liked it more than you thought you would, a little too much, even.
His mouth is hung open in pleasure, hyper realistic fangs poking his bottom lip, and you helplessly squeeze your thighs together at the though of how they would feel like running down your skin and poking your thighs.
"Use your teeth a little, sweet thing."
What?
You try to pull off of Heeseung, but his palm keeps your head in place, his hips slowly rolling into your mouth when you make a confused noise.
"Just graze it with your teeth, slightly—fuck yeah, mhh gonna cum if you keep this up." Heeseung's moans are so sweet, so sinful the sound of them alone is enough to have you sneak a hand between your thighs and just press it there, desperate for anything.
The request might be a little odd, but for the noises he's making? You'd do anything. So you keep working your mouth on him, a mix of tongue and the faintest ghost of your teeth here and there, until he slowly turns to putty in your hands. His palm doesn't force your head down his length anymore, instead it just rests there, allowing you to move however you want. You pull off slowly, licking his cock until you reach his tip, wrapping your lips around it suckling, ignoring how his hips chase your mouth when you swirl your tongue across his slit, metallic precum on your taste buds.
Sticky, you feel so sticky and damp between your thighs, barely thinking and only acting on instinct, biting down gently on his tip. His hips shoot forward aggressively, a downright pornographic moan leaving him on contact, and this time he takes his cock away from you. "Need to cum, now. Wanna cum with you."
He's harsh in his movements, dragging you up and along with him on your bed, you underneath him and hips already bruising slightly because the sheer force in his grip, like nothing you've ever experienced before, almost unnatural. He hovers on you, both your hands firm in his grip above your head, and his eyes clouded with a lustful tint, gleaming dark red in the low dimmed light of the room. His fangs seem to only have gotten bigger, sharper, and it makes you want to feel them on you even more. The hand on your hip slides town to your wet pussy, while his mouth moves to your neck, the weight of his teeth on it sending jolts of pleasure through you before he even pokes them in a little.
"Silly, silly human," Heeseung whispers, his fingers and teeth both plunging into you at the same time.
ꕥ PARK JONGSEONG
⚠︎ vampire!jay x vampire!reader, very vague rivals to ?, p in v, jealousy, mention of mating rituals.
"Letting other men touch you, human scum at that," Jay says into your mouth, poking your lips with his sharp canines and licking at the wound right after to close it, just enough to hurt, not enough to give you both what you really want.
Jay is a terribly patient man, it's been one of his best traits for as long as vampires like you have walked the Earth, you however, think it's his worst. Always so calculating, moving so damn slow all the time like he wants to make full use of the eternity he's granted, living his centuries playing chess and no one else around him even knows with whom. You're rash, unpredictable, bored out of your mind half the time and chasing for a high you haven't felt since you were human the rest of it.
It's no surprise you two never got quite along, and yet, there's an explicable pull between you, one you like to poke every chance you get, while Jay pretends not to feel it at all. But here you are, after decades of push and pull, and it's him closing the distance this time.
He laps at your mouth, grip on your thigh deadly and sharp claws digging into your skin while his cock splits you open with every thrust, the man fucking you nothing like the composed Jay you know and love to hate. "I thought you had higher standards than that, allowing the first warm blooded pretty boy hold you like that—"
"You do not—mh. Get to tell me who should touch me—" you moan between thrusts, fangs itching with the need to sink into something, to sink into Jay's neck and claim him as yours in a way you've never dared speak out loud.
He chuckles, dark and humorless against your neck, mouth open to lick the salt off your skin. You feel the way he's holding back, bloodlust and need oozing from every pore of his body, but his fangs are retracted almost all the way in to deny you, and in the process, denying himself too. "I think I have every right to."
The complaint on your lips fails to be delivered when his hips slow down to a grind, his pelvis rubbing onto your clit with every circle he draws, his mouth dropping to lap at your collarbones. "You had so much to say all this time, is some cock all it takes to make you shut the fuck up?"
You whimper, the usage of such improper language coming from Jay of all people making your blood feel warm for the first time in centuries, and he grins against your skin. His fangs finally poke you, your hips lifting into his hold at the sudden sensation as you try to fuck yourself onto him at the pace previously set. You want more, you need more, and it's starting to make you delirious.
He scratches the valley of your breasts with a fang, licking the tiniest amount of blood collecting into droplets along the cut back up, hips stuttering into your heat at the sweet taste. Having another vampire's blood is not something to be done on a whim, it's a proof of trust, of a bond that cannot be broken, and despite it all, you want nothing more than for Jay to have you completely, in every single way he can. That's you, the one to never think of the consequences? But Jay? He's supposed to be the one to stop, grab his coat and leave so both of you don't fall into a trap you'll regret down the line.
He looks up at you, pale lips faintly coated in red, and he's shaking. "Tell me to stop. You'll never see me again." He swallows hard, Adam's apple bobbing deliciously. "Tell me you want it, please."
ꕥ SIM JAEYUN
⚠︎ yandere!jake, dub-con, blood drinking, not so dry humping, mentions of reader going unconscious, aphrodisiac-like venom, transactional relationship, pet play kinda near the end, overstim
You live a pretty comfortable life, all things considered. No need to worry about living expenses, Jake's got it! No need to worry about annoying coworkers because you actually don't need to work at all. Honestly speaking, you don't do much of anything except be pretty, hang out with your friends, buy cute things with money that's not yours… and let Jake feed off of you every once in a while.
You know it sounds crazy, that's why you keep it to yourself, but the arrangement has always worked in your favor as far as you're concerned, and getting fed from wasn't as painful as one would think. Jake has his ways of making it extra pleasurable.
"Your pretty human pussy gets so fucking when when I do this," Jake hums, lip caught between his teeth and his entire bottom face drenched in your blood. He's got you in his lap, both of you naked and rubbing onto each other desperately because he just loves when it gets messy like this. The sheets underneath your bodies are soaked with your essence, his precum, and gushes of your blood he couldn't catch. His cock rests heavy between your folds, his hips snapping up to rub his tip against your clit with every drop of blood he licks off your neck. "Tastes like a dream, sweetness."
You're rarely ever coherent after the first few bites, but when Jake wants to really have fun, he pumps you with enough venom to make you needier and hornier, but not nearly enough to turn you. It's actually one of his favorite things in the world, how wet and messy and downright fucking dumb you go for him when he does it. He reserves it for special occasions though, otherwise your poor weak human body wouldn't be able to take it, but he thinks it makes it that much more hot.
He sinks his fangs into your neck again, mouth agape to swallow all you give him, his cock throbbing painfully against your cunt. Pleasure shoots through you, the bite sending you tumbling straight to another orgasm, the nth that day. You hold onto his shoulders as hard as you can, manicured nails scratching and gripping to grown yourself to anything as you trash and writhe in his hold.
Jake's not anywhere near to being full though, and he hasn't even put his cock inside you yet, so he just keeps your hips down and licks all the blood that's dribbled from your wounds to your tits, swirling his tongue around it even when you're begging him for a break.
He pokes your nipple with his teeth, and laughs when you yelp in pain. You're so cute, so endearing, so fragile. So human. And he wants to break you. He looks a mess, blood everywhere and pupils blown out, gaze crazed like he's going through the highest high he'll ever get, one he never wants to put an end to.
"I should keep you like this forever," he says, and if you had it in you to even understand the words coming out of his mouth, you'd be worried about how serious he sounds. "Keep you forever like a little pet I can just take out of a cage and feed on. Drink up all of your blood and eat your cute little pussy until you're so dumb you'll even wear a collar for me if I ask you to."
ꕥ PARK SUNGHOON
⚠︎ bf!hoon, period sex, oral (f!rec), period blood slurping well yes
You spent the last couple of days upset with Sunghoon, and being on your period made it worse. Well, your period is the reason you're mad at him in the first place, because despite having just started dating, he had proven himself to be the most thoughtful man you'd ever met.
And even though you two had sworn to take things slow and easy, you ended up having lots of sex right off the bat.
So imagine your frustration when you get your period for the first time while seeing him, and he just seems to have disappeared into thin air. Excuses upon excuses as to why he cannot possibly make time to see you this week, even when you need him the most. So odd, coming from him, but you guess that's what you get for trusting a man so early on.
Was Sunghoon using you for sex this entire time? It feels extremely silly to believe, because he out of everyone has no need to play someone for some physical satisfaction when he can get it plenty elsewhere, with no strings attached. People throw themselves at his feet for a conversation with him, let alone to get into his bed. But if not that, why disappear exactly this week?
You still don't have a real answer, but it's definitely not that, because after a few very upset texts revealing how you felt about his lack of presence, he came to you freakishly fast, and put you exactly where you are right now.
Face down, ass up on the bed, no underwear on and a little blood dripping down your inner thigh. While he mouths at them, so no, it cannot possibly be that, or that he's somehow repulsed by your period… turns out it's quite the opposite?
"Hoonie," you whine into the bedsheets, flailing your arm behind you to search for his dark hair. He grabs your hand in his and holds it on your hip instead, fingers intertwining and his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin. "You don't have to—"
Sunghoon gives you small, playful bite on one of your inner thighs, and this time, unlike any other, his teeth seem sharper, stronger. You yelp, body jolting forward, but he keeps you up easily. "I wanna. Sorry for making you worry your pretty little head over this, I'm such a bad boyfriend."
You can feel yourself grow wetter by the second, especially with his warm voice so close to your core, even though you're so fucking embarrassed at the same time. He licks up some of the wetness smeared on your thigh, and you don't know wether it's the needy slick that's pouring out of you, or blood.
"But I will make it up to you." He spreads your cunt open with his fingers, giving it a long, slow lick with his flattened tongue. He moans into it, loud and guttural, then pushes it inside your hole and fucks you with it like he would with his cock.
"You taste so fucking good," Sunghoon groans from behind you, the sounds of him slurping your blood up so obscene you don't know if you want to cry from shame or fuck yourself back on his tongue. He licks it all up, explores every single crevice of you like he has never done before. Sunghoon has always been a pro eater, it's no secret. But this? It's almost like you being on your period is a source of pleasure for him.
He pulls away from you for a moment, biting your thighs here and there as he breathes so heavily you'd think he just finished running a marathon, his fingernails—sharper than you remember them being—digging into your skin painfully.
You crane your neck to get a look at him, in all his beauty with your red essence smeared on his pale skin, mouth agape and eyes closed like he's trying to regain control of himself and struggling too.
And… are you seeing things or are his fangs longer and thicker than usual?
ꕥ KIM SUNOO
⚠︎ club owner!sunoo, employee!reader, yes i have a thing for power imbalance when it comes to sunoo thank you very much. brief cutting to draw blood, oral (f!rec), food play but it's blood
A lot of the club scene is actually run by vampires, night activities for nocturnal creatures, and most of the best spots in your city are owned by the same seven bloodthirsty creatures. They move as a pack, make decisions together and while you've caught sight of some of them a few times, the only one you've ever talked to is Sunoo.
And it appears he might have taken a liking to you.
"Gorgeous." He swirls the red liquid in the glass he's holding, walking slowly around you, a predator circling its prey. He's fully clothed, the coat nearly floor length and his hair perfectly slicked back as ever, while you're bare under his gaze, laid on his desk like a buffet spread. "The prettiest out of all of them."
You're not supposed to catch the attention of someone this important, you're a mere human bartender, hired to lure in even more vampires to these underground parties. Sunoo's always had particular tastes though, and you just happen to hit the spot.
He sits back on his chair, leaning into the velvety cushions as he takes in the sight of your perfect pussy displayed right in front of him. "I could keep you here as decoration, wouldn't hurt to look at something other than Heeseung's face sometimes." There's a small smirk tugging his lip, but you're more preoccupied with keeping your breathing even under his crushing presence. "Cute. Or—" He spills the cup full of blood on the floor, something as precious and as sought after by his fellow vampires, like it means nothing to him. Before you realize it, he scratches your side open with his sharp nails, until a trickle of blood pours out of you and into the empty cup. "Much better. You also have a purpose now."
Sunoo bends forward to lick your wound, closing it and then pressing a soft kiss right on it like he didn't cut you open himself. He brings the cup to his lips, wetting them just enough that he has to dart his tongue out to get a taste, and when he does, his eyes roll back into his head for a split second. "Just like I thought."
You don't dare speak, don't dare ask for anything, but you don't have to, because the way your body reacts to him is enough. A little puddle of slick rests on the desk, under your pussy, and your thighs gleam under the red tinted lights.
Sunoo clicks his tongue. "Should I leave you like this? Jerk myself off in front of you while I feast on your blood from a glass?" He chuckles, amused by the way your eyes widen. "But of course not, that wouldn't be very kind of me now, would it?"
He scoots closer, slowly spilling some of your blood on your inner thighs, before lurching forward to lick it off of you. He mouths at your skin, spread lips and tongue cleaning you as easily as he dirtied you, his eyes never leaving the bounce of your tits with every sharp movement you make. You moan when his fangs graze your skin, and he slowly eases you into getting you where he wants you: begging him to have a bite.
The glass makes quick contact with your mound, ice cold against your burning skin, as more of your own blood pours on you, this time right on your pussy, from your clit dripping lower until it forms rivulets following different patterns. Sunoo catches them in his mouth immediately, not allowing a single drop to his his desk. He laps you up, slips his tongue into your heat for one thrust and cleans all there is to clean until he doesn't know which essence of yours is sweeter. His mouth is bloody, his fangs too, and he presses gentle kisses right on your clit, enamored with your needy sounds.
The chair screeches against the floor when he stands up to hover over you. He looks into your eyes, fingers lifting your chin up, then presses another kiss, still soft, right on your lips, the metallic taste of yourself tinting your senses an ever deeper shade of red.
ꕥ YANG JUNGWON
⚠︎ vampire!won x hunter!reader, enemies to ?, they're exes, it's angsty, hunter x prey dynamics, fingering, implied noncon biting
A single step in the wrong direction can be life threatening when it comes to your line of work. You, have already taken several, with no chance to turn back.
"Not much of a threat now, huh?" Jungwon crawls over you, wicked grin on his otherworldly beautiful features. He yelps, mocking you and your injured leg, grabbing it and squeezing right where the wound is, blood oozing out and covering the back of his hand in it. "How funny. You're the prey now." He licks your blood off his skin, making it a point to show you just how much he enjoys its taste, and somewhere deep inside you, a sight you should be horrified by, makes your pulse rush right to your stomach.
Want.
But you're not supposed to want a vampire, you're supposed to kill them, eradicate their existence completely.
Images of you and Jungwon, stills of before he got turned—and even after, as much as you hate to admit that to yourself—play in your mind. Happy ones, celebrations and achievements, and nasty, filthy ones, those you not dare speak about. You shake your head to stop them, and when you look at the man in front of you again, your heart clenches in your chest. Ghostly complexion, claws sharp and curved, no warmth you recognize behind his eyes. Turning made Jungwon into a shell of the man you once loved.
Something in his gaze shifts, you almost recognize it but it's gone too soon, and you barely register the way his face inches closer and closer to yours, until his nose brushes the tip of yours and your breath meets stillness where once it met warmth. You don't fight it when he closes the gap, your hands flying to pull on his hair the second his lips meet yours. His fangs dig into your skin but you allow yourself to not care, it always ends like it, no matter how many times you say it won't happen again.
The clothes get torn off your bodies and you don't even know who took off what, you just know that Jungwon's lips are on yours, and as long as your eyes are closed, things are back to being what they once were for at least a little longer. Your wound doesn't hurt, and you know he healed it with his bullshit powers like he always does. Bleeding out on the concrete after a vampire run in would be easier on your conscience than Jungwon's hands slipping between your thighs to palm your heat, and you letting him.
You should hate him and everything he represents, but you don't. And it eats away at you every fucking day.
You gasp against Jungwon's lips when a finger enters you, then another right beside it and you make the mistake of looking into his eyes as he slowly fucks you open on his digits. It's not bloodlust, it's not hunger in his eyes, something far worse you don't want to name. He picks up his pace when you close yours eyes again, resting your head on the hard cold wall behind you.
"Please, cum for me, baby," Jungwon whispers with his head pressed to yours, and when you do, falling apart for him almost on command like he has personally trained your body to do, a tear running down your cheek along with your wetness coating his wrist, he lowers his mouth to your exposed neck, lip quivering and voice shaky. "I'm so sorry baby. I'm so fucking sorry," He speaks against your pulse point, nuzzling his head into it before letting his fangs completely show. "I miss you. Please forgive me."
sorry perving out for a second, but i think lee heeseung is a FREAK. and i am thinking about him smokin u up for the first time again :///// thinkin ab how he’d make u hit the blunt over n over n over bcs he wants u all needy n pliant n easy to use ://// n he’d make you grind over his cock n kiss u sooooo grossly. like spits in ur mouth or maybe, bcs he’s a super freak, asks u to spit in his mouth @___@ the kiss is soooo nasty n wet n so messy n he’d keep slipping his tongue in ur mouth ☆___☆ even starts sucking ur tongue n fully has you stick it out so he can wrap his lips ‘round it n make you drool
ꕥ NICE N' FULL ⸝⸝⸝ six different scenarios in which the enhypen members breed the fuck out of you !
⚠︎ smut. mdni. breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, p in v, dirty talking, pet names, more warnings listed for each member. total wc 4k. ⸻ rules ⋆ m.list
✷ NIA — not exactly what bae @vampsol asked for bc i went a little au-ish here :p but it's me so what did we expect. shoutout to my goat @karinasbaby for sharing a braincell with me and helping me w the ideas <3
ꕥ LEE HEESEUNG
arranged marriage, it's okay they're starting to be obsessed with each other, slight somno, oral (f. rec), cum eating
If you were to tell anyone Heeseung didn't as much as look you in the eyes about two months ago, they'd never believe you. Not if the way he's clinging to your lower half before he even opens his eyes fully is anything to go by. Still naked in bed, the wet sheets clinging to your bodies the only thing shielding you from the cool dawn air.
Marriages of convenience are rarely easy, especially for spirits as free as Heeseung, and he's made it clear to you how much he'd rather have married anyone else instead. They also come with burdensome expectations of heirs way too soon for his liking. Yet, something about your devotion to him in your most intimate moments despite your general indifference and coldness towards each other, brought the cold and hard as steel man down to his knees, a puddle of mush at your feet ready to fulfill any request.
"Hee," you mutter softly against your pillow as he parts your legs to make space for himself, and Heeseung's heart soars. A month ago it would've been 'Heeseung' or 'husband' with that venomous tone you seemed to only reserve for him, like his spot in your life was only a joke. It's different now, you're tender with him.
"Shh, pretty. Just lay here for me like this." It's still early, and Heeseung can barely see, but he wants the first thing he looks at in the morning to be your pretty hole, raw and sore from all the previous fucking, still gush his seed out. He parts your folds slowly, careful not to hurt you, and watches as his milky cum greets him, pouring out of you. It's a sight for sore eyes, and one he knows he will never get enough of. Even when he'll manage to put a child in you, he knows this is something he won't be able to let go of.
You shift, now more aware of your surroundings, but Hee is quick to keep you still. Your hand underneath your stomach faintly tingles because of its weird position, but it all fades in the background when Heeseung grabs your ass and spreads it, moving lap at where his cum is gushing out of you.
You're still sensitive from the night you spent together, but his touch is feather light and you don't really know if you want him to stop or you want more. He moans at the mixture of your tastes, pushing his tongue deeper inside your cunt like he's trying to clean you, switching so soft kisses on your lips once he's satisfied.
He makes his way up to your face, littering your bottom and spine in kisses and playful nibbles, relishing in the little sounds you make in response. Your front is still pressed to the mattress, and not seeing him almost makes you believe this is not the Heeseung that was shooting you sharp glares throughout the entire wedding ceremony. His touch is warmer, so much more delicate than the way he held your end that first night. His kisses are slow and deliberate, not empty and forced anymore. It's like soul has find its way back into Heeseung's being, after months of being a cold slate. The change started out slowly, but now you're here, and you genuinely feel like you could really love this man. Maybe a part of you does already.
His voice is the same, but the tone makes him sound like a whole different person, the forever present irritation is gone, only a playful tilt to it left as he finally reaches your ear to whisper in it. "Slipped out while sleeping, all of our hard work gone… such a pity." Heeseung aligns his cock to your weeping cunt, rubbing his head a few times along your folds, then carefully pushes in. "We have to do it all over again."
He's gentle, showering you in soft praises, and his thrusts are even slower. You've never known anything other than fucking, but you think this is what lovemaking feels like.
"So good, baby. You'll be such a good mom, you've been so patient with me even when i didn't deserve it. You'll be wonderful," he whispers in your ear, raising goosebumps all over your skin at just how sweet he sounds. "You are wonderful. You're perfect."
What better way to spend your honeymoon trip if not by getting filled over and over again by your dear, newlywed husband?
You can't think of any, but maybe that's also because you can't really think about anything that's not the delicious drag of Jay's cock against your walls. So deep inside you, pushing more even when his balls are already flush to your skin. Like he can't get enough, like he could break any barrier and mold into you as one if he really put his mind to it. He needs more, you both do.
But one thing's for sure, he's giving you his all.
"So fucking good, my wife has the best pussy. So perfect for me," he pants hotly in your ear, his large warm hand cupping your breast and separating it from the frigid glass your front is pushed against. The view from your suite is breathtaking, emphasized by the huge transparent wall, right beside the queen sized bed. At the moment though, you're not really focused on it. Nor is Jay, too busy gawking at your beautiful figure caged between his chest and the glass. He could stare at you forever. "I'm gonna stuff you full, baby. Gonna fuck you so good all trip, there's no way you won't be pregnant by the end."
You believe it, because all he's done ever since you undid your luggage in the middle of the room once you arrived to your destination is pump you full of his cum, all day, all night. And then all over again. Only stopping to get you food. You aren't safe from him when showering, even worse when taking a bath, definitely not when you're lounging around the natural pool close to your suite. It's not his fault you look so good in the bathing suits you packed and the ones he picked out for you. Jay has always had good stamina, but ever since the wedding he's been downright feral.
His thrusts are slow, but intense, like he's trying to drag the pleasure out as long as he can, savoring the way his tip nudges just the right stop that has you mewling in his hold every single time. His breath is warm against your neck and so are his grunts of pleasure, your favorite sound in the whole world.
Jay twists your sensitive and sore nipples between his fingers, only smiling into your neck when you reward him with the cutest mewls he's ever heard in his life. "Fuck, baby. I'm the luckiest man alive. I can't believe you're mine forever."
"You too," you whine in response.
"Yes baby, I'm all yours, forever. I love you much."
"Love you too," you sob, throwing your head back into his shoulder, completely overtaken by the pleasure he's giving you, allowing him more access to lick and suck on your sensitive neck.
"I know, baby. I know. You're doing so good, just a little more. My sweet girl, you'll be such a good mom. Can't wait to make you one. We'll have so many, so many cute kids running around. Doesn't that sound like a dream? Fuck, I can't wait."
The hand still playing with your tits slides down to your stomach, pushing down on it until Jay can feel his own cock thrusting into you. "Right here, you're gonna carry our baby here." He keeps fucking into you slowly, deliberately, so different from the speed of the circles he draws on your clit with the fingers that were soothing your hip just moments before. He drags out his own pleasure, but needs to give you so much more. "Come on my cock baby, milk it dry. We have so much more work to do."
ꕥ SIM JAEYUN
fwb!jake but he has feelings, he's down bad and a little subby in this one, dub-con (for jake), slight blood play (just his lip)
This is a series of mistakes. It's all Jake seems to be doing as of lately.
First of all, he's not even supposed to be in your bed again, the fourth time this week. Not when he finally came to terms with the fact that he has developed a raging crush on you and cannot keep his feelings at bay any longer, even when you two agreed this whole arrangement will only be sex and nothing else.
But he can't help it when you're so fucking addicting. You not liking him back is gonna break his heart, but at least he gets to fuck you, at least he gets a little piece of you, even if it's not exactly the one he wants.
Secondly, he should've refused to fuck you raw for the first time the moment you asked, even if the thought alone had his eyes crossing and rolling all the way to the back of his skull. But he's a weak man, for you especially, and he simply couldn't resist the temptation, not when you looked up at him with your big glossy eyes and with such a cute pout on your lip.
So here he is now, fucking you raw like his life is on the line, trying his hardest not to spill inside you too soon because if he does he might just die from embarrassment.
All he does, all he's ever done, is with the purpose of impressing you. It's like you have him chained up to this invisible leash he didn't even notice you put on him, and now it's too late to take it off. Jake means it when he says he would do anything for you.
His thrusts are shallow and quick, he's fucking you mostly with his tip, and you don't think you've ever seen him so worked up. It makes you feel things you didn't even know you needed. You like the feeling.
"You're so cute like this, Jakey," you giggle into the messy open mouthed kiss he's drowning you in, your fingers ghosting on the muscles of his back while his tremble on your waist. "Fuck me deeper, I want to feel all of you."
Jake's hips still for a second as he bites down on his bottom lip so hard he draws blood, but you don't mind at all. You even lick it clean, sighing dreamily at the iron taste overtaking your senses. Jake's eyes screw shut, and he's so close to cumming his eyes start to water. This is simultaneously the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him, and thinking that this might very well be the last time only makes his eyes wetter.
"I—fuck. I can't. I'll cum too soon."
"That's okay, we can go again," you say it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and a little piece of Jake's heart breaks. He doesn't know how much more of this he can take.
You sense his hesitation and wrap your legs around his hips, pushing them closer to your pelvis so his length fully sheaths inside you. It's so warm and big and throbbing to release his cum in you and there's not a single thing you want more. "Fill me up, Jakey. Claim me," you whisper in his ear. "Why don't you show everyone I belong to you?"
Jake resumes his movements, tentatively at first but steadily building a pace that feels good, his thrusts are deeper now, needier, and even if he were to try to pull out, you'd keep him right there. "I want to. I want you fully, fuck— please be mine," he sobs into the valley of your breasts, voice muffled as he licks and nips at your skin.
"Go on. Make me yours then. Show me how bad you want me."
And he does because fuck, he's weak. He's so fucking weak for you and he wouldn't have it any other way.
ꕥ PARK SUNGHOON
coworker!hoon, secret relationship, semi-public, degradation, jealousy, mentions of marriage
Something about the way Sunghoon's thick eyebrows were furrowed from the second he walked into the job that morning, or how his jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth whenever any of your colleagues as much as opened their mouths to say something, should've been your cue to behave for the day.
Unfortunately for everyone involved, he happens to look so damn hot when he's pissed.
And he's so filthy when he's jealous, pushing his buttons becomes your favorite challenge in times like these.
"Eyeing Jake all day like you want to bring him to the back and fuck him, are you not ashamed?" he spits, voice an octave lower than usual and barely slipping through his gritted teeth. "Bending over in front of him, touching him when you know I can see you. Do I have to mark you up for you to fucking behave for once?"
The roughness in his voice makes your eyes wet but your panties wetter, he doesn't bother to undress you, you don't have time for it anyway. You're just a few steps away from the lounge bar where some of your coworkers are surely taking a break right now. Anyone could walk in at any time, and maybe Sunghoon wishes for that to happen.
Instead Sunghoon just flips your skirt up and pushes your panties to the side, immediately rubbing his angry red tip on your folds to coat them in your own juices. He feels so incredibly hard against you, and that's how you know he must've been hiding a boner this entire time. As much as he loves to pretend he doesn't, it's little cues like this that let you know just how much he enjoys putting you back in your place. "Of course you're soaked." He barks a laugh devoid of humor but full of disdain.
"If it's my attention you want," he whispers more softly, and the switch in his attitude sends shivers down your spine, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Sunghoon, his lips curling into a smirk. "I'll give it to you. I'll give you so much of it you won't ever think about disrespecting me again."
He pushes his girth into you fully in one thrust, his rough fingers finding your clit within seconds, not even giving you enough time to savor the pleasurable sting that comes from his cock stretching you out so nicely. He grabs your jaw in his other hand, his smirk not turned into a snarl. "You'll cum, and you'll cum hard enough to milk all of me. You'll keep cumming around my cock no matter how much it hurts, until I fill you up. Is that clear?"
You would nod if you could, but his grip is too strong, so you do what you can: just stand there as he subjects you to anything his heart desires. He doesn't move his hips, doesn't give you that satisfaction, only rubs his fingers on your tiny bundle of nerves so hard it almost hurts, but you'd never ask him to stop it.
"You'll take all of my cum, until your belly is swollen by how much of it I fuck into you. I'll put a baby in you so no one else will ever mistake you for anything other than mine."
You clench around him, time and time again, just like he wants you to. Sunghoon has you under a spell, and the more he talks, the more he flicks your clit, the less you think about what's rational and what's not. You only know what he tells you, and to you that's the only truth you need to hear.
"I'll put a ring on your finger, make you my pretty little wife. Maybe even make you stop coming in, I'll take care of everything. Yeah, keep milking me like that, baby. Let me make you a mommy."
ꕥ KIM SUNOO
ewb, hate sex, degradation, marking, one singular 'slut', condom comes off!
"You're—mhh, such a bad fuck," you say over your shoulder, wanting to see Sunoo's reaction despite the uncomfortable position. You're lying through your teeth, of course. You know how much saying things like this riles Sunoo up, and the only times you feel anything akin to like towards him is when he's rough with you. It's why despite the mutual hatred that makes up the entirety of your relationship, you two keep finding yourselves skin to skin, tangled in bed sheets. You always thought you needed someone to fuck you like they hate you, turns out, what you really craved was someone to fuck you because they hate you. And the right man for the job is right behind you, thrusting into you like he wants to hurt you, his hands leaving bruises on your hips like it's their right to do so.
"Then why are you here, wetting my cock like no one's fucked you in years?" His moves are relentless, and you have to try your best to not collapse on the bed because of the sheer force behind every stroke. Your legs are shaking, but you hang on a thread just to not give him that satisfaction. Instead, you push him further.
"That guy from—mph, yesterday. He'd—" you gasp as he gives you a harsher thrust, so deep you're sure you can feel it in your guts. The angle he starts fucking you in knocks the air out of your lungs in the best way possible, and even if you're trembling under Sunoo's weight and clawing at the cotton fabric next to you, you refuse to back down. "He'd do a better job."
You don't need to see his face, you hear the smirk in his voice, and it's the kind that sends a shiver down your spine each time. "But you're here." Another sharp thrust. "You don't even remember his name."
"At least he las– lasted while fucking me raw." You feel him halt all movement, and you know this is enough to get what you want from him, but you just can't help it. "You could never."
"You're such a little fox, aren't you?" He speaks calmly, but you can feel the storm brewing under the facade. He drags his fingertips across your spine, barely touching you at all. It's embarrassing how that's enough to have you bend under his touch. He reaches the plush of your ass, grabbing a fistful of it so forcefully you can feel his nails break the skin. He doesn't stop when you complain, doesn't care for your pained moans. "You think you're so smart, but you're just a little slut. You want me to fuck you raw?"
You try to shake your head to deny it, but he knows better.
"Yes you do. Say it." His grip on your ass only gets stronger, and tears line your bottom lashes.
"I do," you whine, finally. "Please."
"Good." Sunoo releases the death grip on your skin, soothing over the red spot with his thumb lightly, like it's not him performing the action. The Sunoo you know has no time for care. "Then take the condom off of me."
Your head snaps back at his words, but he makes no sign of moving. So you do what he says, this once. You reach for this length, then carefully slide the rubber off of it. And right when he thinks you're finally behaving, you squeeze his cock so hard his hips stutter forward and you actually manage to steal a surprised yelp out of him.
Sunoo's reaction is immediate. He grabs both of your hands, uncaring for the way your elbows are uncomfortably bent, and brings your wrists together behind your back. He slides into you again in one swift motion, not giving you even a second to savor the feeling of his bare cock pushing into your heat for the first time. All of your nerves feel on fire, and as he sets a breakneck pace while keeping you down and unable to move.
"Do I have to fuck a baby into you for you to finally behave?" He gasps when you squeeze him in response to his words. "You'd like that yeah? You'd love for the man you hate to get you pregnant? Is that gonna make you shut the fuck up for once? Oh, I bet it will."
ꕥ YANG JUNGWON
fiancé!won, they're obsessed your honor, love on the floor
"You can't wait to get me pregnant, but what will you do when you won't be able to suck on my tits for months, mhh?" You giggle on Jungwon's lap, right in the middle of the empty room.
The new house still smells like new houses usually do, dry and woody, like the windows are never open. There's no furniture yet, but it doesn't stop your heart from pounding in your chest as you look around. Your home.
Jungwon's eyes never leave you though, and when you look back at him and find him smiling at you like you hold the world in your palm, you know you would be happy with every house, no matter the size or appearance, as long as he's the one you share it with.
"What makes you think that's gonna stop me?" Your fiance replies, shaking his head to move the bangs out of his eyes. "I'll even get something more out if it."
"Won!" you exclaim, hiding your face in your hands. Your heart melts a bit when you hear that familiar boyish giggle leave him, light as air, and for once in your life you feel like you've found the right spot in the world.
The warmth you feel spreads further as Jungwon starts caressing your bare thighs, until he's gripping your ass, using it as leverage to push you on his crotch.
You gasp at the feeling, and your hands find their rightful place on his broad shoulders so you can keep yourself steady as he starts to roll your hips against his.
"Won… we shouldn't—"
He shuts you up with a soft peck, resting his forehead against yours. "Why not? It's our place. We worked so hard for it, we should celebrate."
You bite your bottom lip as you think about it, but Won doesn't waste a minute and flips both of you over so you're caged between the floor and his chest. He nibbles on your ear, knowing better than anyone else how weak it makes you when he does that. "I'll make you feel so good, doll." It's like he's put a spell on you because you nod before he even manages to finish his sentence. "Just lay back and let me do all the work."
Your clothes are soon discarded everywhere around you, and your legs are wrapped around his hips as he fucks into you like he never has before. You're both a sweaty mess, panting in each other's mouths, exchanging spit any chance you get.
"Your pussy was made for me, doll. You're sucking me in so well." Jungwon moans against your lips, and you watch enamored as his eyes shut close and his eyebrows furrow, a droplet of sweat running down from his hairline. "Can't wait to take you on every surface of this house. Fuck— just leave it to me, baby. I have so many surprises for you."
"I'm so close, please," you whine, sliding a hand down his back to push his hips into you further. It makes Jungwon's pace faster, more desperate to give you exactly what you need.
"Let go, baby. Come all over my dick— yeah, just like that. You're taking me so fucking well. Such a perfect doll for me." His praise goes straight to your cunt, and you squeeze him impossibly hard as wakes of pleasure rack through your body.
"My perfect angel, you're gonna look so good swollen with our baby. Am gonna give you all of my cum, just a little more. We'll have so many kids running around the house we built. Our home forever," Jungwon babbles in your ear, and you're so fucked out you can even barely make out what he's telling you. You just know you need him to fuck you full, over and over.
His hips never stutter, despite how drenched and slippery everything is by now, a puddle of wetness pooling underneath you on the hard floor, getting bigger and bigger the more Jungwon fucks you, and you suspect the floor won't be the only surface you'll wet that day.
GENRE/CW: smut, cnc, pwp, ex!sunghoon, unprotected sex, bondage, fingering, crying, slight dacryphilia, sunghoon is a red flag basically, usage of nicknames, squirting, lmk if i missed anything.
WORD COUNT: 1968 words.
SYNOPSIS: You try your best to forget about your ex, but he simply does not wish to leave you alone.
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni.
A/N: yoo this is basically a late birthday gift for @evermorehoon <3 hope you like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all and happy reading <33
You felt restless, even at night.
It started with the sound of glass shifting in its frame, letting out a noise so faint you might as well would’ve mistaken it for the old doors of your apartment building, however, when you roll over in bed, hair sprawled across the pillow, the whisper grows heavier.
You take a deep breath as your heart quickens its pace.
You’d been dreaming of him again—Sunghoon. It’s always Sunghoon, your ex boyfriend. His face has haunted you every night since you left him. That sharp jawline which resembled some Greek statue, his eyes like cold winter despite being the warmest shade of brown, and the way he looked at you was as if you were something he wanted to lock in a box with himself and throw the key away.
You sighed, thinking the dream hadn’t ended, but then the shadow broke from your window, and the pale moonlight caught his frame. You realized it isn’t sleep dragging you under anymore, and gosh, it’s actually him. He’s here.
“Miss me, darling?” His voice is lower than you remember, an octave deeper, almost even colder than the night itself, and yet so close it could burn into your skin.
You suck in a breath, “Sunghoon? What—”
“Don’t say it.” He said, stepping forward, shutting the window with the quiet efficiency of someone who has practiced this entrance a hundred times in his mind, or maybe, in reality too, “don’t ask why I’m here, baby. You know it.”
You shook your head, but your throat hurt from dryness, from the mere fact that your ex was right in front of you, the prettiest man you’d ever seen, also the very man who was the embodiment of possessiveness and toxicity. He always had this power, bending your silence into some twisted form of submission.
He walked towards the bed, clad in black from boots to collar. His hair was damp, as if he’d run through rain just to see you, and droplets trail along his jaw, cascading down his adam’s apple.
“You really shouldn’t—”
“Oh I should,” he cuts in, his tone edged with a groan, “do you think I can just forget you just like that, huh? That I can lie awake in my empty apartment and pretend you don’t exist? Every fucking minute, you’re there—fuck, actually every second, you’re in my head, and you thought leaving would make it better? No. It made me worse than ever.”
Your pulse grows erratic as he reaches the edge of the bed, and you know you should scream, shove him back, but your body refuses to move. His presence suffocates you like a hand already around your throat, scent engulfing your senses.
“Sunghoon,” you whisper, almost convincing yourself by now, “this really isn’t—”
“Don’t, I swear,” his eyes darken, the pale gleam of the streetlight shining across them, “you fucking want me back, even if you don’t admit it.” He chuckles then, “you’re still in my hoodie.”
You groan, looking elsewhere to deny the truth he just threw your way. It wasn’t right—wasn’t healthy.
He sat on the bed without asking, the mattress sinking under his weight. His knee brushing against your thigh, the air felt strangled by now, your eyes not looking up at him as he shamelessly stared at you.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, reaching up to touch your hair, making you flinch, but he grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to look at him, “you’re still mine, hm? No one touches you, no fucking one gets to look at you like I do. You’ll tell me I’m wrong, but your body,” he chuckles, thumb brushes your lower lip, “your body never lies, baby.”
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out, and just like that, he’s rendered you speechless yet again. He smiles faintly, the kind of smile that always meant that he won, that he knows he’s gonna be right no matter what narrative he puts up against you.
“Do you want me to remind you?” He asks with absolutely no intention to wait for an answer.
The rope appears like a magician’s trick, which he pulled from his coat, thin and rough, meant for you. Your breath hitches, fear and something darker tangling inside you, anticipation perhaps? You didn’t wish to admit to it.
“You’ll hate me for this,” he murmurs, almost tender, as if he could see your internal battles like you were an open book, “but you’ll thank me after, right darling?”
His hand closes around your wrist, grip strong which made you gasp and struggle to fight, yet he binds you to the headboard with the ease of someone who’s thought about it too often, each knot precise. Your pulse races, but your legs remain limp beneath the sheets now, goosebumps covering your skin.
“Sunghoon—please let’s—”
“Please what?” His mouth curls at the corner, fang peeking out, “please stop? Or please don’t stop?”
Your silence is answer enough for him, his chuckle is low as he cups your face, pressing his lips upon yours fervently, pulling back the second you give in.
“You’re trembling, always trembled for me, hm? You want me too, you need me. Say it.”
“I—oh!”
His hand slips beneath the sheets, the heat of his palm spreading across the expanse of your stomach. Slowly, he drags the fabric down until your (read: his) sweatshirt is tangled at your waist. The faint moonlight glimmers against your bare thighs.
“Perfect,” he breathes, eyes glued to you, “always so fucking perfect for me.”
He presses his mouth to your collarbone, teeth scraping your skin, sucking into you so hard as a promise to bruise you. His fingers trail lower, grazing the line of your panties.
You jerk up, not being able to move much, “Sunghoon—oh god!”
“Shh,” his lips brush the shell of your ear, “you left me starving, baby, you thought I’d let you go that easily when every fucking inch of you belongs to me, huh? I won’t let you run again.”
The pad of his finger pushes against your clothed slit, drawing a circle so languid it makes your back arch despite yourself. You want to resist, to bite back the sound crawling up your throat, but he notices the way your thighs twitch.
“There it is,” he whispers, proud, “your body knows me.”
With one tug, your panties are shoved aside, baring your folds to the cool night air, to him. His fingers slide between, slick already gathering. He hums, pleased with what he sees, especially the tears forming in your eyes, shame seeping in you of not being able to control yourself, of letting him back into your life just like that.
“Wet for me, even now. You can lie with your mouth, baby, but your cunt stays true to me.”
The vulgarity makes your cheeks burn, but his finger dipping lower, teasing your entrance, steals your protest ever so easily. He doesn’t push in—he circles, presses against you, toys until you’re panting against the sheets, struggling to move.
Then, suddenly, he pushes in, one slender finger, curling, finding that spot he’s memorized so well. You choke out a sound, writhing against the rope.
“Shh,” he coos mockingly, “the neighbours might hear. Do you want them to know how much you beg for your fucking ex?”
You shake your head, gasping, but his pace quickens. His free hand closes around your throat—not too harsh, but just enough to remind you who controls the air in your lungs.
“That’s it,” he groans, “fucking look at me while I ruin you.”
Your eyes flutter, but he squeezes your neck lightly, forcing your gaze to his. His dark stare pins you to him as his fingers pump deeper. Another digit joins the first, stretching you until your legs shake.
“You’ll cum on my hand,” he says, like a command, “and then you’ll beg for my cock, yeah?”
Your whimpers only fuel him. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing harsh circles while his fingers curl harder. The sensation builds up sharply, your body arching against the restraints.
“You think anyone else can touch you like this?” he hisses, “no one knows how to open you up. No one makes you squirt like I do.”
The words practically slice through you. Your walls tighten around his fingers, the pressure unbearable. His grip on your throat tightens just slightly, pushing you over the edge.
It crashes into you, the unadulterated pleasure, your juices spilling, your thighs shaking, wetness coating his hand. You cry out, strangled, as your body convulses under him.
“Fuck—” he groans, watching the slick drip onto the sheets, “that’s mine, yeah? All fucking mine, baby.”
He withdraws his soaked fingers, holding them up to the light before shoving them into your mouth, “taste it. Taste what I take from you.”
Your tongue obeys despite your mind’s panic, licking the salt of yourself from his skin. He watches, eyes glazed, as if the sight alone is enough to break him, however, he isn’t finished.
He strips his belt, the metallic clink loud in the quiet room. Unzips, frees himself, his cock all ready for you—thick, hard, waiting for your inviting cunt. He strokes it a few times, then lines himself against your soaked entrance.
“Sunghoon—”
“Say you don’t want me,” his tip nudges your hole, parting your folds, “say it, and I’ll leave.”
You try to speak but your breath catches, and silence damns you.
“Exactly, baby”
He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you wide. The intrusion burns, but pleasure blurs the pain. He groans low, head falling to your shoulder and you moan out.
“Hoonie!”
“Fuck—you still fit me like no one else. Tight little pussy was made just for me.”
You whimper, ropes biting your wrists as you struggle. He began to thrust, each one deeper than the last, harder, until the bed creaked under each snap of his hips.
“That’s it, take it, baby,” he groans into your ear, “hell, just choke on your own moans. You left me starving—now I’ll fuck the memory back into you.”
His hand returns to your throat, pressing, while the other clutches your thigh wide open. His rhythm is merciless, just how he’d always been, cock slamming against your walls until you cry out again, and again.
“Louder,” he commands, “let everyone hear how much you still want me.”
Tears sting your eyes, but your body betrays you again. Each thrust pushes you higher, clit rubbing against his skin until sparks burst behind your eyelids.
“You’ll cum on my cock,” he snarls, “scream my name when you do.”
The pressure is unbearable by now. He slaps your thigh, thrusts harder, choking you just enough to make your world spin on his axis. Then you shatter—squirting all over him, soaking his length, body convulsing.
“Fuck, yes—” he curses, still thrusting into you, “you’re mine.”
His pace grows wild, brutal almost, and with a final thrust, he buries himself deep, groaning your name as he spills hot inside you.
Silence follows—ragged breaths, your wrists raw against the rope, his chest heaving against yours, little whimpers still leaving your lips, reverberating the room. But then his lips brush your ear, voice a promise, or rather, a threat.
“You thought you left me, but this?” He thrusts shallowly, reminding you he’s still inside as you moan, “this is forever. I’ll be back tomorrow night, and the night after. Until you understand—that you’re fucking mine.”
The room feels colder now, while your heart pounds with dread and something darker you can’t name. And when he unties you, he kisses your wrists softly, reverently, as if the rope burns are vows.
With a last smirk, he kisses you deeply, “mine,” he whispers, smirking, leaving you aching for more.
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