[sulkyseo]

I wish I could step inside Vernon’s mind even just for a little while

[izmi]

[driflloon]

dior fw10

[jayangi]

cw: fingering, masturbation, established relationship ig? idk very domestic

─────────୨ৎ────────── thinking about jay mindlessly playing with your pussy while he’s watching formula 1. he doesn’t even glance at you but he doesn’t need to cause he has you squirming anyways. you didn’t even ask him. he just wanted to touch you. actually kinda cute how he cares enough to pleasure you while the race is happening cause tbh not alot can take that man’s attention away from his precious f1. you’d be clinging to his arm and your face would be buried against his shoulder. so wet his finger literally slips off your throbbing clit sometimes (fuck fuck fuck) he’d accidentally deny your orgasm cause something happened during the race and he threw his hands up in frustration. he’d look back at you and mumble a quick sorry after hearing you whine. wasting no time attaching his fingers to your pussy again, even pushing a finger (or two) inside your soaking hole as an apology :3

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⌗ editors note: this isn’t even for you guys this is strictly for me. literally nothing i want more in this world than to be in the same room as jay as he watches f1. that alone would be enough

[prkhaven]

1-800-HOON — p.sh

have an out of control bratty girlfriend? call 1-800-hoon and snag a limited time deal for a minimum of $1000 per hour for every taming session provided by yours truly or…. jay’s girlfriend is out of control and he goes to the only person he knows can help, his own best friend, sunghoon

pairing ˗ˏˋ brat tamer!sunghoon x bsf’s spoiled girlfriend fem!reader ˎˊ˗

genre: smut minors do not interact, brat tamer au, p with no plot, jay is fed up with his girlfriend so he ask his best friend for the biggest favor

word count: 10.8k

content warnings: profanity, jay is reader’s rich bf and sunghoon’s best friend, everything is consented, unprotected sex, mean hard dom brat tamer!sunghoon, he is also incredibly hung (big dick!hoon), use of toys, oral (m rec.), degradation, orgasm denial, fingering, spit, headlocking, consented recording, dacryphilia, creampie, overstimulation, pussy slapping, spanking, face fucking, petnames (brat, bad girl, good girl, sweetheart, princess, slut)

Being self aware of a power you hold is revolutionary. But it’s an even greater feeling seeing your bank account balance go up each time you put a brat in her place. Ask Sunghoon, he’d know better than anyone.

While you should never ask a person how or where they get their money from, people never seem to listen and it wasn’t long until people realized the magical touch of Sunghoon’s hands that took care of those bratty attitudes from snarky girls—taken by relationships or not.

Sunghoon has more of an interesting business per se than most people do at his age. It all started with a one time favor for a friend and receiving said friend’s small payment for his 'service' made him realize this could be something big.

Then when another call came in with an even larger payment offering for his service after being referred to him. It spiraled from there on out that he couldn't keep track anymore of the incoming calls and money being deposited into his account.

It was only then that he realized life was finally starting to look up for his money struggling self to the point that if anyone had a bratty girlfriend with an attitude out of this world, send them to Sunghoon and he would be more than happy to help.

That was until he hit a stump when Jay called late at night declaring a frantic code white.

He doesn’t even know how to begin to react now that his very own best friend was in dire need of his ‘service' for you, Jay's very much pampered girlfriend.

It wasn’t rocket science to know what had to be done in order to put you in your place. All it takes is fuck you the way you want to be fucked— which is like the spoiled rich brat and all should be done.

Well, it was easier said than done.

Having Jay calling him dead of night repeating the sacred protocol was quick to snap him off the drowsy high horse and with a gruff voice could only mutter, “Bring her over” before cutting the call off with no room for argument

At first Sunghoon wondered how his best friend would get you to come to his place so late but you weren’t his problem. You will be Jay’s up until you’re standing in front of him instead, kneeling to the floor, looking up at him with wet eyes and a quivering lip as you beg for him.

There was no rule against his books of helping out with his best friend’s girlfriend but, there was just one rule that he won’t ever cross.

He will never sleep with any of his clients. No exceptions to this policy.

Until now that you become the one anomaly in his clean streak.

It took less than 30 minutes before his best friend stumbled through his door with you trailing behind him with folded arms and a reluctant huff.

“A knock would’ve been okay” Sunghoon is startled out of his room, almost falling back asleep when he hears the ruckus in his living room

“Sorry. It’s just that… This is urgent” Jay whispers as he peeks behind his shoulder, seeing you plop yourself to the couch while you scroll through your phone with a cheerful smile after adding another item to the online cart

“So I heard” Sunghoon takes a look to see you laying on your stomach on his coach like you lived here, “You used our special code for this” You’ve only been over his place a handful of times so you definitely don’t have the comfortability of acting like you pay the bills

“Mind filling me with what happened?” That question alone made the vein pop from Jay’s neck as he sucked in a sharp breath and took a lap around in a circle, “Or not? I don’t want you popping a vessel, blood will be such a hassle to get out of the floor”

“She spent nearly 20 grand. Two zero fucking thousand dollars on my card today just like that” Jay snapped his finger in a scoff, “Can you believe that?”

“Did she buy herself a car?” Sunghoon blinked harshly with a hushed response making sure you didn’t hear their conversation

“I don’t even want to know- I haven’t even checked, that’s how bad it is. All I know is that the payment won’t go through without my authorization” His best friend rubbed his tensed forehead and Sunghoon almost felt sorry for him

Emphasis on the word almost, “You do know this is because of your doing right?” Jay snapped his gaze towards him at the brutal slap to the face but not once did Sunghoon flinch at the hard glare from his friend

“Look what I mean is, you’ve spoiled her badly ever since you guys started dating. Even before that you were pampering her like a doll”

He could see his best friend not having his words. He sighed heavily and put his hands up in defeat. “All I’m saying are two things. One, I very much told you so, from the start Jay” Sunghoon points towards his friend who’s attention drifted away in guilt, “Now it’s coming to bite you back in the ass and there’s nothing you can do about it”

“And the second thing?” Jay gruffed through gritted teeth because if there was anymore he hated than being wrong, it was being proven wrong by Sunghoon

“What’s my limit?”

There was silence. Jay knew what the question meant. The permission of how far his best friend could go with you.

Many thoughts crossed his mind but one thing for certain was that you wouldn’t mind letting Sunghoon have his way with you. The only thing was that you wouldn’t know what you were getting into until it was too late.

“Anything that stops her from acting out like this anymore”

Sunghoon’s jaw clenched when he heard his best friend’s words. “Do you know what that means? Because I can promise you, I have a clear idea how to deal with this but you might not like it”

“How much do I owe you Sunghoon?” Jay was already taking out his wallet and flipping through cards before pushing one out to the other who shook his head instantly

“I have a deal going on where the helpless cases are free of charge, you being my first and last customer on that deal” Sunghoon pushed the card back, “Plus are you even sure you can cover it if I did charge you?”

Putting his card away with a smug smirk and pocketing the wallet, Jay looks back up at Sunghoon with a laugh, “Oh please her careless expenses barely put a dent into my pocket”

“Maybe you should look into becoming a deadbeat to save your money and the hassle of being put through this again” Jay shakes his head as he walks past his friend towards you who looks up with sparkling eyes

“Seongie! Look! They have this cute new set I think you will like a lot” You pushed the phone in his face but frown when he pushes it down and places a soft kiss to your forehead

“Doll, I need to do a few things and I’ll come back and get you in the morning” The pads of his finger crease your cheek but you tilt your head to the side to shake him off, “Oh love don’t be like that”

“Why are you leaving? I didn’t do anything wrong!”

“I know you haven’t, it’s just that Hoon here is going to have a talk with you is all” But you’re already shaking your head no at your boyfriend in rejection

“Go ahead Jay. I can take it from here” Sunghoon interjects with a hand on his shoulder to make his friend reluctantly pull from you

“This is unfair, I didn’t even waste a lot of money! You make that back in a day” There was a moment of confliction flickering over Jay’s eyes and with the only chance Sunghoon had, he kicked Jay out of his place

The other male took one last glance at you who still refused to look at him now when the door closed shut. Jay sighs heavily and could only hope this means the end of your bratty attitude.

“Sunghoon, bring him back here right now” You kick the couch but don’t even attempt to chase after your boyfriend

“Now that’s not a nice way to ask me” Sunghoon rubbed his eyes to wake himself up before running a finger over his thick eyebrows

“Well good thing I’m not asking you” The roll of your eyes made Sunghoon’s hands twitch at his side instantly, “I’m telling you to get him”

“You’re cute if you think this is how it’s going to work” The dark chuckle leaving past the rosy plush lips made you hold back but failed when he took a large stride over until he was right in front of you

His face is closer to you than any other time you’ve been within the same vicinity as him, “I’m not your boyfriend who you can just order around”

Your face burns under your skin as your frown grows, “Good thing you aren’t. I wouldn’t want you as my boyfriend anyway” You point a finger to his chest and try to ignore the firmness of it, “You wouldn’t know how to handle me”

Watching the corners of his lips tug upwards into a smirk, his hand hovering over your skin softly now harshly grabbed your jaw making you squeal and he let out a rumbling laugh. “Please your own boyfriend can’t even handle you”

The pads of his thumb softly crease your cheek as he stares at your lips before looking up to catch your wavering eyes, “I’m the only one that can take so much of your bullshit”

You grunt when you push his chest to break free from the hold but it is futile when he grips harder at your chin. Your gaze flickers around and you finally take notice of his outfit. A fitted black tee that every crevice of his muscles popped through, some form of gray sweatpants, slightly tussled bed hair and his sleepy eyes replaced with a burning gaze.

“What did you waste it on?”

“Waste what?” The words slurred between your squished cheeks as he held you

“Jay’s money. Nearly 20 thousand dollars in what?” Sunghoon’s smirk grew wider when you stayed silent at first, you avoided his lingering gaze and he knew he already had you, “Was it worth it?”

“Screw you, I just needed to buy a few things” Your anger taking over you, “Jay doesn’t complain when he sees what I’m buying”

This makes him laugh out loud, you frown at the hard laughter bouncing off the walls. “So you waste Jay’s money in what? Bras? Lingerie sets that he’s going to rip off you either way”

As you try to hide the warmth under your cheeks, Sunghoon digs his fingers into the hollowness of your sucked face. His eyes no longer warm and welcome like how they usually were.

He managed to see right through you that there was no point in denying the obvious.

“Alright let’s see them”

“What?” You stare at him in shock when he lets go of your face to walk away

“I’m asking to see what the big fuss is about” Sunghoon motions with a finger towards your still figure, “These panties better be covered in some exotic lace with gold embroidered into them”

You laugh in his face after trying to hold it in from the moment he opened his mouth. Which was very clear he didn’t appreciate that—not in the slightest.

“Why would I give the luxury of showing you?” Your tone of voice growing more confident and sure you had the upper hand

“I knew it” Sunghoon’s brows crease in confusion when you point at him again, “You have the hots for me”

The preplanned words die on your tongue when you finally catch Sunghoon’s glare straight on you. He took a seat on the couch, his back leaned back to the cushion as an arm extended on top of the leather and a leg kicked over his knee with a sly smirk.

“You sure you want to keep going?” He groaned and your thighs unconsciously squished together watching him pushing out his hips, legs spreading out where you unmistakenly notice something you definitely shouldn’t have

However, you saw the way he looked at you now, such an unexplainable shimmer. “How messy of you to look at me that way Hoonie” Your grown confidence was thrown out the window just like how you were thrown over his lap in a blink of an eye.

“Don’t go around throwing out that nickname if you aren’t ready for the consequences- Oh wait! Consequences don’t count to you, right princess?” Sprawled over his lap, you were rigid. The instinct fight or flight response diminished into nothing when you felt his hand ghost over your shoulders

The warmth radiating off of Sunghoon’s hand trailing over your back made goosebumps rise everywhere. It was daunting the way he hasn’t even laid a single finger on you, yet, somehow manages to burn you.

“You can run, you know” He whispers softly just enough for you to hear, “Jay will be bursting down my door if you call” You on the other hand don’t make any attempt

Oh. Oh.

He says it with no ill intent but has a revelation when you stay silent.

“Guess you’re out of luck today” His tone of voice drops lower as his hands finally land on your lower back

Sunghoon’s slender fingers trail over your waistband in a teasing manner, you tense up over his lap when he applies pressure of his finger to slip under the elastic but never fully doing it.

Shaking your lower half didn’t achieve the outcome you wanted when he pulled his fingers away to hook under your chin. Met with his devilish grin, that looks like he can do all the wrong in the world, “You keep moving sweetheart, scared?”

Flickering your eyes to the side just enough to catch a glimpse of him in the corner of your eyes to him looming over you. “Do I have to be?” Your voice became meek and soft in that instant

He didn’t reply but instead tapped the side of your cheek with his index finger, craning your neck just a bit more to have you facing him. Eyes narrowed at you with a certain glint and a permanent smirk that never seemed to leave.

“Can I?” The question was imposing where his fingers lightly trace at the start of your pants, slightly pulling up to reveal the tag of them and hooking his finger there to tug on

“Hoon-”

“What did I say about the nicknames? Don’t use them if you aren’t ready for the consequences” Sunghoon cuts you off making you thin out your lips out to keep quiet

His thumb softly creases the exposed skin from your shirt riding up and allows you to pull your head away to watch you dip it right in between your shoulders, away from his gaze.

“Hoonie” Sunghoon raised a brow when you called him a foreign nickname, he let go of the pants’ tag and it aligned itself back to where it was before, nestled into your lower back

You bury your head further down and hide away from the burning glare but his presence grew more ominous when you felt his breath graze the side of your face to your ear. “Don’t worry there sweetheart… Jay gave me permission”

“Now do you?”

“Yes! Yes!” Your shriveled cry accompanied by your rapid nodding filled his chest with an unexplained pride

Hooking his finger to gather every inch of fabric on your lower body and yank it down without much of your help, quickly exposing you.

Listening to his silent hiss as he traces the lace of your panties was what filled you with pride.“This is what the big fuss is about?” Sunghoon pulls at the side and allows it to smack against your skin when he lets go. your pride was snapped away instantly. “They’re cute I guess”

“Excuse me?” A wave of distastefulness from his comment made you mad, “They’re way better than just cute. And you were the one so desperate to see them either way” You tried to inch off his lap and onto the couch to face him but didn't manage to move an inch as he plunged his fingers into your flesh

The tight grip on your hips burned as he tugged you back to him, forcing your body harder on his lap to keep you in place while adjusting his own position. The crinkling sounds of the couch under your moving bodies faded away when a slap echoed off in the living room instead.

“Ah!” You screech while your legs flail behind, unable to escape from the palm of his hand at your middle back pushing you down, “Sunghoon-”

“Count” His strict tone cut you off that didn’t leave any room for arguing

Having to swallow down the nerves from showing, you didn’t want to test Sunghoon’s patience. There was no saying he wouldn’t think twice of calling Jay to come pick you up. Which shouldn’t sound so bad right? He was the one that left you here.

Another slap directly to the other cheek of your ass made you squeal loudly, “I said count” He sneered to remind you that you were in territory that wouldn’t take your shenanigans

“2” Your voice cracks but another slap to the opposite side made a strained cry slip through your lips

“Wrong, it’s one” He runs a palm to soothe to ache for a second, “Anytime you miss a number, we restart”

“That’s unfair” You tried to perch yourself off him but roughly he pushed your head back down to the cold leather with a flat hand

“Now life is unfair because you aren’t getting what you want?” He chuckled causing you to tense up, “I knew you acted out but damn I didn’t know how much of a brat you are”

“I’m not a brat!” You deflect but when another slap directly to your burning skin, you instantly bit harshly down on your bottom lip and screwed your eyes shut, “O-one” The way your voice cracks satisfies him enough

Sunghoon doesn’t say another word. The corners of his lips twitch upwards as he softly runs another hand over both ends of the burning skin. “Uh huh keep telling yourself that” He breathlessly laughs

Unable to defend yourself for even a second, Sunghoon strikes your right cheek watching the recoil of where his hand and the ends of your ass met, “Two” The strained reply overjoyed him

Letting his eyes roam over where he was spanking to notice the small discoloration from how hard he was hitting. Instead of being worried, he grins before drawing back his hand and landing a slap in the same place from before.

Your head pushed further into the leather, mouth hanging wide open as a faint whimper fell from your quivering lips. He tilts his head in order to drink in the appearance right before him. Slightly parted legs, the lace panties riding up in the middle, your upper body squished on his couch as you looked at him with wet eyes.

His grin suddenly falters seeing the whitening claw marks on his leather couch, it wasn’t some cheap leatherette he had, it was real leather imported from Italy.

“Now don’t be a bad girl and ruin my leather sweetheart” Sunghoon says while simultaneously peeling his hand from the back of your head to slide it under your clawed one, “Wouldn’t want to spend your money- well technically Jay’s money on fixing it now would we”

He runs a rough pad of thumb on the back of your hand before tightening his grasp to the point where his nails were digging into your knuckles just enough to not hurt you, but just enough to warn you

“Stop messing around” You grit through clenched teeth in annoyance

This caused Sunghoon to laugh abruptly, “Hah you’re telling me? Oh no that’s not how this is going to work” He pulls your arms behind your back and pins it against the middle, his freehand after letting you go of your hand smacks against your flesh harshly enough for it to echo off the living room walls

“3” Your strained answer couldn’t be any less of the truth, it was clear, you swallow down the lump in your throat, “It’s already burnin- 4!” He snickered, not wasting another second to send another slap towards your ass

Another smack, then another followed by another, then one more which was supposed to be the last until 3 more followed after. You’ve lost count of how many spanks you received in the past 5 minutes.

All you did know was your bottom was sore and burning to the point that you were subdued to small whines having Sunghoon laughing at your state.

“Sunghoon” You whimpered when his calloused hand ran over the sore skin teasingly

With a careful persona, Sunghoon slightly adjusted your panties over your burning skin. He brings them to their original state that barely covers anything. The lace beautifully against the sensitive flesh that any touch to it had you shivering.

“Use your words”

“Hoonie” The same nickname used with the hint of desperation in your breath now made Sunghoon tighten his hand on your arm and hummed softly in response

“Now” His stern voice made it clear what he was aiming for. He knew what he wanted from you and you knew exactly what you had to give to make it stop.

“Do something” You spat in a grimace which happened to be far from the right response. In a flash you can feel his finger running down the slit of the thin undergarment and ripping it easily in a second

You scream in shock, “What the fuck?!” Peering over your shoulder to look at the male who hasn’t looked away the moment he caught your gaze, “You just ripped my underwear!” The last word fell into a gasped moaned when Sunghoon grazed a finger between your slicken slit

“You’re dripping” His finger twirled past the perfectly ripped center enough to expose your wet heat, “Didn’t know Jay also had a slut as a girlfriend"

“I’m not a slut” Sunghoon wasn’t amazed with this retort but instead was impressed how you managed to soak right through your underwear

He dug two fingers dead center of the small tear in your underwear to rip it open even more, “You’re going to pay for that” You try to come off stern but fail when Sunghoon doesn’t even respond

With the pad of his thumb, he runs it over your swollen bud, Figures eights against your clit causing you to melt into his touch.

He had that type of power that was unimaginable until now.

“No I’m not” He chuckles before spreading your folds open and teasing the muscles with the tips of his fingers, “Looks at this… practically begging for me”

“Shut up-” The words died on your mouth when you feel his finger teasing your entrance before finally sliding through

Sunghoon painfully drags his finger in and out with a gentle pump, settling on a slow pace that wouldn’t satisfy anyone and surely not you. “Sure about that?” He spoke when you clench around him the moment he curls up into the gummy walls

“Hoon, Not-” Your sentence cut short when you feel him pull out fully only to quickly push back in, “Enough” Wrenching the end of your sentence made him smile

Your hands attempt from behind to grab his wrist but he rips his finger out of you to send another harsh smack against your already burning skin.

“Ungrateful and impatient?” Emphasis on the ‘and’ made the burn on your cheeks match the burn on your lower body, “How does Jay even put up with it?”

“By putting up with it” Sunghoon laughs at your sneer, he shakes his head with the laughter dying down

He pulls you off his lap to the side without discard leaving you confused, stingy and vibrating with a need that he purposefully started that you very much needed him to end.

“Yeah not for long princess” His tone was almost playful but much so more mocking than not

Peering behind, you watch Sunghoon dusting off his clothes from the remnants of you. The corners of your lips tugging down when you see him walking off without even looking back at you.

“Where are you going?!” You readjust yourself to sit up on his couch, not caring if you were dampening the leather. You weren’t used to being left behind, especially when you were so needy

It didn’t matter where it would be, if you were needy, you were always taken care of.

“Be a good girl and stay there” He didn’t even bother to fully look at you only merely looking behind his shoulder to the side until he rounded the corner and disappeared

You scoffed in disbelief because there was no way you would stay, especially not by the word of Sunghoon.

With hurried steps, you stand up with weak knees that you almost fall over. You grumble under your breath silently and put a hand against the burning skin behind in hopes to ease the pain after each step you take.

It was up until then when you saw the slightly ajar door that stood out from the rest of closed doors. Your body didn’t hesitate to drag you down that path and carefully walked into the dark room.

Each hesitant step after the other, you looked side to side just to see a closet and bed against the wall with a nightstand off to the side. Knitting your brows and inching closer to the bed with an extended hand but nearly jumped out of your skin when the door slammed shut.

“I thought I told you to stay” Sunghoon’s voice sinister and menacing loomed in the shadows making your skin crawl

It was a test. To see if you would stay and follow his words but he knew you wouldn’t and he stands corrected.

It was time for the plan he never prepared physically but always mentally for when the day came.

“I-I” There were no words applicable enough to defend your case so, you face him and stand your ground, “No. I wasn’t going to just stay there because you said so” You snapped back

For a second, you believed you got him when he didn’t respond, so you continue the tangent. “Listen, it’s one thing to slap my ass but it’s another to stick a fucking finger in me and not finish what you started”

“Is that why you didn’t even bother to put your pants back on?” Sunghoon took a stride towards you, his step filled with purpose until he was in front of you, “Because you need me to fuck you like a slut to make you happy?”

His eyes burned through you that it felt like he could head every waking thought you had. You squirmed under his gaze and was the first to break eye contact making him lazily smile. “Not using your words?” He asked but was met with no response again

Abruptly his hand flew to your neck and held it, “Good girls use their words” His eyes roam over your body as if to examine your state. With a smack against his teeth, he shakes his head, “Don’t know why I expect you to know”

“Clearly you have no shame”

In a flash, you grab his wrist holding you and dig your nails into his flesh. You believe it would have done something but nothing. Sunghoon laughs in your face when his freehand grabs your hand and with one hard squeeze, immediately makes you unwillingly let go.

“Now let’s try this again” Sunghoon lowly hums and brings your face closer to the point where his breath fans over, “Want to use your words properly or are you still going to keep making noise to get what you want”

“Fuck you Sunghoon”

“Atta’ girl” He smirks and with each step he takes, you take a step back until the end of the bed hits the back on your knees forcing you to sit down on at the edge

You look up at Sunghoon and he moves his hand from your throat to cup your jaw and run the pad of his thumb over your cheek with a growing gentle smile.

As his gaze focuses on your bottom lip, he runs a thumb over it to wipe all moisture from it.

Without second guessing, he slips in his creasing thumb and pressing flat on your tongue. Unable to stop the small gagging noise from it, he encouraged it more when he pressed harder down.

Instead of pushing him away like he anticipated, you fully wrap your lips around it and sucked on his thumb softly. Sunghoon watched how your eyes flutter close, a soft hum rumbling out as the crack of a smile on your face.

“He spoils you way too much” He breathlessly says out loud under his breath when he realizes Jay must do this often with you

You peek open your eyes and bash them when you look up to the male in front of you, his thumb pressing down on your tongue loosened and you messily run all over the flesh in your mouth easily.

A dark cloud casts over his eyes but not enough to dim the sparkle in them as he watches you. He doesn’t even try anything to stop you. The corners of your lips twitch up to the side and he could tell you’re growing confident again.

“Hoonie” Your slurred speech was like a bucket of cold water drowning him, he snapped out of the moment and yanked his hand away

“Careful there princess” Sunghoon leans your head back while simultaneously stretching out your mouth with his index and thumb, “You’ll catch something in that mouth of yours you might not want” Your brows crease in confusion when he hovers over your tilted head

With what took perfect calculation to align his head above yours, the glob of spit trickling down from him to your jared mouth. Inching out your tongue out to receive it, he squeezes your cheeks with a stern grip, “Swallow” And without hesitation as he closed your mouth for you making a low hum rumble out of your chest

“You liked that?” He asked once realizing the loopy smile you on and the dazed nod you gave, “Such a nasty girl”

“And if I admit I am?” You fluttered your eyes up at him who was already looking down at you with a narrowed gaze of lust

“Then we’re finally making progress” He says before he letting go of the deadweight you became in his hand and pushes you on the bed

You squeal when your back meets the mattress, not expecting him to walk over to the closet instead of climbing onto you.

“I really hate being kept waiting you know” You push yourself up on elbows to look at his back with a frown. Each time he moved, the fitted shirt moved, the back muscles you’ve seen from afar but never up close shifting every time he moved even a little

You tilt your head to the side as you rake over his body, “And I don’t really like to be gawked at but here we are” He sharply turns around instantly catching you off guard, “Guess we don’t get what we want”

Fully turning around, he held a container that made his biceps flex through the short sleeve which caught all of your attention. All to forget to see what’s inside of it and only hear the clattering mess inside of it.

Without even a word uttered, just Sunghoon’s presence in front of you made a dwell of embarrassment arise and you fall back and cover your body to the best of your ability.

“No don’t do that” He switches the box into one arm while the freehand grasped your wrist and bounded them over your head

Instinctively licking your lips when catching sight of his muscles again that bulged through the fabric, perfectly filling in the sleeves with each flex.

You swallow down the lump and turn your head to the side when what he was carrying plopped beside you. Hearing clutter spilling out and a sudden poke to your side, you peek down at the sight of the silicone toys scattered at your side.

“What the…” Words died on your tongue as your mouth fell agape when he grabbed a random one and pressed it against your cheek

“Let’s play a game” He smirks wickedly leaving you frozen in place, he shooed away most of the toys to the floor with a cringy sound

His nails dig into your wrist, the fake tip teasingly dragging around your cheek before trailing down your neck, “Don’t make a single sound and you get a prize. If you do then you get punished, easy right?”

“And what type of punishment would it be if I don't follow your little rules?” There is a sleaze to your words, somehow you were still prideful and you were proud of that

“Let’s find out” Not even given a chance to retort, in a split second the toy by your cheek was soon pushing past your glistening hole and you mewled once it plunged right into entrance through the ripped opening

You loudly gasped when Sunghoon immediately began thrusting the toy in and out without a missed beat or even letting you adjust to the stretch. You flailed your body to break from his hold and instead only made it grow tighter.

“I thought we agreed on no sound” He darkly snickered watching your withering body each time he pulled out, leaving you empty, just to shove it back into you, “I want to be able to hear you”

Sunghoon didn’t actually mean you. He wanted to hear the squelching noises from where you and the toy met messily.

It didn’t stop there. With the perfect positioning of the toy, each time he pushes it inside of you, it will lightly graze the swollen bundle of nerves that crumbled you in a blink of an eye.

Biting down on your bottom lip to silence the sounds daring to slip out to follow through with the rules. You weakly shake your head, not really sure what you were denying but it must have meant something since Sunghoon actually stopped with the toy deep inside of you.

He looked down to catch your teary gaze, quivering lips as you tried to keep quiet. Menacingly the corner of his lip twitched up, it was a sight he didn’t realize he would ever experience.

“What’s wrong? Cats got your tongue princess?” He leans and presses forehead to forehead making you pull back the moment his breath grazes yours

“Fucking move the dildo better” You snapped with malice in your voice making him heartily chuckle which only enraged you more, “What are you laughing at? There’s nothing funny about this”

“No you’re right” The hold on your wrist fell to be replaced with a tight grip at your jaw keeping you still for him as his hands to unravel you. “This is fucking hilarious”

“You humor me when you actually think I’ll listen to you” You feel the drag of the slicken toy slip out with a plop once it’s fully out, an abrupt groan fell through your swollen lips at the emptiness, “So a brat that doesn’t listen to me will get someone who won’t listen to her”

“And who gives you that power to do so?” Sunghoon didn’t flinch when you snapped back, instead he yawned as if he were used to this, “Are you yawning right now? What is your problem?!”

Yet, instead of answering, he just pushes back the toy into your fluttering hole with an unphased expression. The air in your lungs gets caught in your throat from how quickly it fills you up, a strained gasp ripped from your chest when he set a brutal pace. It was fast and abrupt, no longer the familiar slow and weak one.

Your head was thrown back, chest heaving when the tip of the toy was poking into your gummy walls but nevertheless still unfulfilling for your desire. “Sunghoo-Hoon” With the way you yearned his name, he knew you didn’t want more, you needed it

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with a soft moan leaving your swollen lips, “Hoonie-” You were cut off the moment something firm and plastic-like ran over your licked lips before forcing itself into your mouth

Hastily looking down to your parted lips around another variation of a toy he had laying around. You gagged around the fake shaft when he pressed further down your throat, muting your sounds to nothing but loud gargles and chokes.

One slipped out of a wet hole, another would slip into the other and vice versa until you were muted to nothing. Only the sounds of your pussy squelching around the toy and your vibrating cries around the fake shaft were bouncing off the walls.

“See isn’t it just so much better when you’re quiet and not running that mouth of yours” Sunghoon was tailoring to you with false sweetness when there was no way of being able to respond. There were no tender touches, it was brutal and rough. Sunghoon was making a statement.

You wailed around the silicon lodged into your throat, you put your hands on his shoulder as support, not to move him off you like he expected. You were leaving him there to watch and listen how you took everything he was pushing into you.

Trailing his eyes down your body from the tears slipping each time you squeezed your eyes shut, your legs spreading even wider giving him perfect sight of your stretched pussy. He examined closer for a precision to brush your clit simultaneously ripping a loud moan out of you.

Your nails dug into his shoulders blade when the pace grew faster, each thrust led to a teasing nudge something in you that only Jay has ever touched and now his best friend found it too.

He kissed the roof of his mouth realizing that was your sweet spot from how much sobbed on the toy.

It was amusing how never once Sunghoon missed a beat in any of his shoves into your holes. Lathering the dildo into your mouth, with accumulated spit that seeped from the corner of your lips and dribbling down your chin.

The toy was almost lightweight on your tongue when it moved to peak inside the tighter confinement of your throat. You tried to suck on it the only you knew how to. Weakly bobbing around the moving shaft to meet Sunghoon’s shoves into your throat.

It was messy, it was nasty, it was straight filth with all kinds of bodily fluids leaking out of you and it still somehow became Sunghoon’s greatest motivation.

He could see it in your eyes that you were conflicted with something, the way you avoided his gaze to keep them trained on the ceiling.

“What’s wrong? Mhm?” His tone taunting that through the haze you scratched over the shirt enough to leave marks later on, “Going to come?”

“Sunghoon” Your broken wails were almost ineligible making him go harder. Every single time, the toy would slip fully out before being pushed right back in to it’s highest point hilt within the warm wet heaven of you

It was right there that you could almost taste the pleasure past the plastic gliding in your throat. Up until it was all ripped away from you with loud pops.

“Sunghoon” You whined in a loud breath once you gained a somewhat stable breathing

“Bad girls don’t get to come sweetheart” A loud huff and wiggle of your body, trying to deny his reasoning but a smack to your thighs made you stop

“Not a bad girl” You swallowed down harshly knowing he preferred when you spoke instead of relying on just sound

You felt Sunghoon’s smooth hands running up the back of your thigh like he was admiring you, “What was that?” Sunghoon tilted his head and shrugged off your arms from his neck making them fall to your side

A tingling sensation burns your lips from how long they were parted for, you bring up your hand to wipe the droll basically covering you. You knew you looked like a mess but Sunghoon grabs your wrist and pins it down before you wipe anything away, “I asked you something”

“I’m not a bad girl” You blabbed, not fully comprehending how your body was being contorted to his liking. It was only then you realized how your head leaned back and off the bed with how it bobbed, “You’re so mean Hoonie. I didn’t even get to come”

The male scoffs in amusement, “When is it going to stick that your actions will have consequences?” He buzzed when you finally raised your eyes up to the eye level bulge in front of your face, “Girls who misbehave get punished”

Even upside down, it was obvious how it begged to be free from its restraint. “You look pretty big” You point out trying to reach out and touch but he stops you with a gentle grab, “Seeing me like this gets you that hard?” He lets out an airy laugh at the dazed question

“You’re never going to learn are you?”

You lull your head to the side and giggle frantically while shaking your head with a bitten lip, “What’s the fun in that?” He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue in annoyance watching how there is a mischievous glimmer in your eye

Your tease left unanswered from the sound of him fiddling with his sweats but not in the way you expected. Sunghoon didn’t even bother to pull them down instead he was slipping out the clear hard-on through the small opening of the pants, “And never explain” You murmur the imprint on the center of his sweats before being met with the hang of his shaft before your eyes

“You’re really big” You stated in assurement, he was hung that it was mind blowing he was hiding all of this underneath. The slight curve from the weight holding him down

You pursued your lips out and softly pecked the leaking tip, having him jerk back from your tease. You smirk and look up at him through eyelashes to see his unamused face.

Sunghoon grabbed himself and slowly stroke to cover his length with the precum that leaked, “Hoon” You called out again which he ignored

He gripped your chin, forcing your mouth open as he leaned down enough that he could let the accumulated spit spill from his to land into yours. You lightly choked when the hand holding you slipped down to your throat and tightened, making your gasp just enough for Sunghoon to guide himself in.

Nothing could have prepared you for the wider, heavier, wet and warm stretch to your mouth. Instantly the moment the tip slipped through, you coughed loudly as it slipped past further down your throat.

“Only way to shut you up” Sunghoon groans when you instinctively attached your lips around him to keep him in you

With one swift motion, he filled your mouth up where you could feel him teasing the down back of your throat just by his tip alone. You weakly pressed your hand behind for support but he roughly gathered your wrist and binded them with his own and held them to your chest.

“Don’t try to speak with your mouth full” He laughed when his cock vibrates from your weak blabs, “You can get hurt like that if you aren’t careful enough” Not even fully bottomed out in your throat, he holds himself from simply ramming into the warm confinement

Through the ineligible whimpers ripping from the small crevices that weren’t full of him which wasn’t much to begin with, he managed to string them together to the best of his ability. You forget the hand around your throat until it squeezes tighter, lightly constricting the air in your body.

A lightheaded feel flooded your head with a wail just as Sunghoon pushed the entirety of his cock into your mouth. He lets out small groans each time you gagged at him being lodged right in the tight captivity.

Thus without sparing a moment, he drags himself out leaving only his tip resting against your lips, giving you the chance to suck in a harsh breath until he shoves himself back into you. From the small time your head and the way Sunghoon fucks your mouth just like how he did with the toy, hard, uncaring and somehow pleasuring.

The blood rushed to your head even faster. Unable to run your tongue over any surface from how fast Sunghoon was rutting into your mouth, you could only stay in that position. Each drag in and out of your mouth managed to make you feel how his cock bulged out of your throat each time he thrusted up.

The length and tip outlining out of your throat and into his followed with your full mouth. He squeezes his hand around your neck to make it tighter around him. Wet lewd sounds fell through swollen lips as you could only take what was being given to you.

Droplets accumulated in the corners of your eyes as you screwed them shut each time you felt the poke down your throat and into his hand. Forced to claw at your shirt for support, you gargled unimaginable sounds.

“That’s better isn’t it” He grunts when he feels you trying to suck around his cock, he pushes himself against your face for a split second before pulling out fully with a loud pop

You choked on air as you tried to accumulate any type of form of coherency. However, you weren’t quick enough to respond to Sunghoon. He lets go of your wrist and pries open your legs to the side and slaps dead center on your pussy.

You squeal loudly but not loud enough to block the lewd slap to your wet core. “I asked you, isn't it better when you aren’t talking nonsense?” You mewl weakly, hands uncontrollably shaking as your mouths open and closes failing to reply, “Answer me”

“Yes” Your response was hoarse and wet, you gulped down to clear your throat but couldn’t when your mouth was flushed open again with his cock filling your mouth in one swift thrust

“Good girl” Your head grows full of the first ever praise of the night, he sends another slap and then another onto your sensitive core, the uncleaned arousal spilling around and ruining the sheets under you

The male hovers over your entire body, one of his arms holding himself up, while the other one never lets go of your throat. He thrust into your mouth without a care, his only mission is to stop you from speaking nonsense anymore.

Head aligned perfectly with your entrance that he spits directly onto your clit and watches how it slides down the slit, slightly mixing with your arousal coating your folds. You squirm underneath him and try to reach a hand down to run over the bundle of nerves for extra stimulation.

Each time he slapped himself into your mouth, the tighter his grip became around your throat. His hand gripped the sheets in support as he could feel his abdomen clenching, his thrust growing unrhythmic and the sounds he tried to hold back couldn’t be contained.

Your face met with his pelvis each time he was making you take him deeper and deeper until every breath became of him. Screaming his name with a full mouth was impossible to understand when your fingers found the right pace running over your clit

“You get off on that?” He spat through gritted teeth, “When I use your mouth? Finally shutting you up mhm?” All the response he got were your weak gargles and fluttering eyes rolling to back of your head

Your back arching off the bed and withering each second that passed by. You were moaning uncontrollably around his cock as though blurred vision, all that was burned into your mind was the words ‘And never explain’.

“Hoon. Hoon. Hoon” Was all that could leave your filled mouth, you were chanting his name like a prayer that disarmed you into nothing to be put back together by your savior, “Sunghoon!” You gargled thinking this would be it

However, as quick as your orgasm was about to come, the faster it was to be ripped away from you again for the second time tonight. With a swift motion, you regained your obstructed breath when he let you go.

Grabbing your moving wrist that you couldn’t put much of a fight into when your mind was so muddled and dizzy. Dazingly you’re heaving trying to regain your breath, it was a blur of pleasure that was breaking you bit by bit. Through wet eyes, you catch Sunghoon looming over you, his eyes darkened and a smirk that couldn’t be wiped off.

His hand reaches up to crease your face, he smooths out his palm carefully. Uneven blinks are what he receives and unable to do anything but smile at it, he leaves you there to walk to the opposite side.

Rolling your back head to catch a glimpse of Sunghoon over your shoulder before he is climbing onto the bed himself. You pushed your arms out to peel your body off the mattress but instead your head is pushed back down to the mattress.

“Sunghoon” Your sentence incomplete when two fingers slid right back into the wet confinement of your heat making you squeal and claw at the sheets

“Yeah?” The smug of his tone bleeding off and seeping through the cracks of your just right where he was all you could ever think of, “You were just so empty, was just begging to be filled up”

You weakly try to reach behind and grab him to fasten the pace but even trying to grapple with him was a loss as he bends your arm and presses it into your back.

“Uh-Uh. You know better now or do I still need to engrave it into your head?” He stops all movement completely and you lightly flailed your legs in annoyance

“Just do something! I’m sick of this!” You squealed as you tried to chase after the pleasure with every wither of your body

Sunghoon couldn’t help but laugh at your attempts, deciding that sticking in another finger would be better. You loudly gasp at the bigger intrusion, Sunghoon slowly pumps out the squished three fingers and then right back in.

Burying your head into the plush of the comforter as your mouth hangs open to spill out the accumulated muffled sounds. His thumb rubbing near your clit makes you see stars.

However, it only lasts at least three or four pumps or even more, you’re not sure since you’ve lost count when he rips away yet another orgasm from you right when it was about to come.

“Sunghoon” Your voice cracks when you call his name, “Shunghoon!” Yet, this time you’re squealing his name for another reason when a slap to your pussy tingles all of your senses

You grip the edge of the bed when your core twitches by even the smallest breeze. Then, when you feel a sticky substance smacking against your own slicken core, you crumble instantly.

The lewd sound bounces off when his own length hits against you in a repeated manner. How much each splat flew when skin on skin met was unclear, the liquids you’re not even sure came from was ruining the sheets but it didn’t matter.

With the choice to coat his cock but glides it in between your slit, each time his tip would protrude your entrance only to slip out. He was giving you a taste until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Your patience snapped the moment more than just his tip was pushing into you, “Hoon- Hoonie please! I need it. Need you” You whimpered

Even though you couldn’t see his face, the sheer cockiness was getting omitted from him. He leaned down and pressed his chest to your back, while there was no direct contact, you still felt his warmth.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? What do you need?” He slurs in the shell of your ear, “Tell me”

“Need me to fuck you straight?” At his lowly chuckle, you’re quick to nod your head in response, not caring if you needed to beg on your knees

“Anything” You rasped out making Sunghoon chuckle, his body on top of your was the least suffocating thing

“Aww why didn’t you just say so” Without a moment to spare, your eyes roll to back of your head when Sunghoon finally breaches through in a swift motion

“S-Sunghoon!” The wail melted into a sucked breath as he pushed through your gaped hole

“Shhhh it’s okay princess. You’ll get what you deserve” He whispers, your contracting walls attempting to get adjusted to the large intrusion

You breathed heavily through your nose and mouth trying to even it out as he slowly glides himself out just a little before pushing back into you.

Instantly you feel the emptiness seeping away from every inch you were being filled by from Sunghoon. He couldn’t keep himself from pushing himself further to stop once you met with the base.

Nestled right into the welcoming confinement, he weakly laughed and shook his head as he stared at where you two connected. “You’re taking me well sweetheart… Like you were made for this”

“Were you? To be shut up like a brat and fucked like a slut?” He murmured directly into your ear with a grin when you didn’t respond

“Mhm? Not answering me?” Your were too dazed out but it was only when a bulging sensation wrapped around your throat were you brought back to your senses, “Use your words” He threatened once your head was up from his yanking it up by his biceps

You knew what it meant and behind the facade, he had already broken you, “Y-yes! I am! Please just move! Let me come” You sniffled as your head craned back from his biceps crushing under your chin

Constricting the airways again still managed to have every sense full of him. It felt like you were being split into half, normally how you felt with Jay, but this time it was different.

There was no extensive care and love. Sunghoon was on a mission and that was to straighten you out.

Your body jolted forward from the first actual thrust. Gripping onto the crumbled sheets harder as you didn’t even attempt to minimize your noise.

“Hoon. Hoon” You’re chanting his name when his thrust becomes frequent and repetitive. A concentrated force that is drilled into your body

Moving his hips in long, hard and calculated thrust, it was easy to get lost in the sense of you. He tried shaking his head from the clouding daze but with the way you wrapped around him—took him in like nothing, it was addictive.

Every precise move always left you empty only to be full the next second. His tip cut into your g-spot once he found it, the noises growing louder as you begged for your ultimate victory.

Gargled and squeezed breaths escaped your lips and your head in his arms felt like you were soaring through a cloud. Your ears rang and felt like you were submerged into a wave of Sunghoon and you relished in that.

“What happened to that attitude of yours mhm?” Your arms ran up to his arms and scratched them—easily marking them up with red streaks in its wake but it didn’t phase him, “What’s in your mind now sweetheart?”

“Let me come please! I’ll be good. Promise. Please” Your broken pleas somehow managed to make Sunghoon ram into you, his thrust growing rougher each time

Every thrust melted your further into the mattress, feeling you clamp around him was more of a reward than what you would be getting. “Let me hear you princess” He chuckles lowly

The screeching of the bed squeaked in synchronization with your own. Sunghoon felt fulfilled with the state he has you in, every breath you took consisted of broken wails of need. Anytime he asked you something, you responded well.

Like something had been easily rewired in your brain by his own hands. Slowing down his own pace so that you could feel everything that he could touch anything and everything imaginable in you.

Sunghoon peered down to see the recoil of where you two met. Watching how you sucked him in, how beautifully you wrapped around him. It made him dizzy once a desire in him flickered hot.

“You’re going to take it right? Be a good girl for me and take it?” Sunghoon grunted and jerked your head up to look at him

He stopped his thrust completely to admire the unfocused eyes, droll trickling down the corners of your lip down your chin, blown out pupil, you were gone and high off the adrenaline. “Answer”

“Yes”

He let go of your neck, dropping it back to the mattress and you gasped loudly. The waft of his smell filled your head that every crevice in you was full of him.

Sunghoon held the ends of your hips with a death grip and picked up the slow pace into something almost carnal. Obscene noises only grew louder the harder he was chasing after you in his bed.

As much as he tried to conceal his own sounds, there was no escaping the small groans he let out when you clenched around him just right.

“Good fucking girl” He grumbled under his breath when there was no way that you could form any coherent sentence or even thought

All you could let out were moans and whines when his tip would tease inside your gummy walls and repeatedly hit your g-spot that shattered you.

Sunghoon snaps his hips against your back, his triceps flexing from his grip and strength holding him up. The more you clamped around him, the more impossible it felt that you would let go of him and drag out his first orgasm of the night.

“Isn’t your mind at rest now that you aren’t thinking so much?” He questioned knowing he wouldn’t get a proper response but he managed to string together what you were blabbing about, “Oh you’re happy now?” He laughs out loud

His thrust became erratic and unrhythmic as he was chasing his high. However, when he could feel the familiar clench around him, he drags himself out of you with a plop and a loud whine when you don't come around his cock.

“Sunghoon” You mewled breathlessly when you’re flipped onto your back and the wind gets knocked out of you as your legs are pushed up to your chest

“Messy Messy slut” Lifting his hand to slap your exposed self making you shriek

“Hoon” You gulped the lump in your throat as your grip on the sheets never faltered, “Please”

“Please what?” He slowly runs his shaft over the slicken crevice but never pushing in

“I’ll be good. I won’t act up. Not anymore. Promise. Just please” Your sentences was broken up while trying to catch your breath that he couldn’t barely understand

“Speak up properly” He stops once he was aligned at your entrance

“Please make me come” Slowly shaking his head, grabbing the base of his cock and dragging apart your folds and stroking himself to his liking

“I thought it would make sense to you that… You aren’t getting what you want” He smacked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “Brats don’t get rewards”

You wiggle your body in an attempt to chase after the fulfillment Sunghoon gave you but he pressed down on your body to stop you. He lets out low groans and his eyes never move away from where he rested.

“Ah- Take it. Fucking take it” He groans loudly, watching at your gaped hole and how his tip nearly could slip in if he moved an centimeter more

His hand was cramping but he didn’t care, he continued to coat your essence all over to not leave a single trace empty of you.

“Hoonie” You turned your head to the side, an acceptance casting of you that you would never get what you wanted, at least not tonight and definitely not from Sunghoon

Your mouth fell open in awe when a warmth splat all over your entrance and Sunghoon shook above you. His chest rose up and down as he tried to catch his breath, his cum seeping all over, some even falling inside of the cavern and sliding into you.

Letting go of his semi-hard cock and watching how it hangs and pokes your clit making you jolt slightly at the slight stimulation.

While he believes that he doesn’t make a lot of mistakes or regrets, this one must’ve been his worst one when he looks up to your face and sees it masked in an unsatisfied afterglow.

Your mouth hanging open and forming a small frown, your own body rising and falling, eyes clouded with dripping tears, saliva dried and wet from the corner of your mouth.

Bring his attention back down to where he made a mess on you. His cum seeping and falling through even crevices and crack, some falling to the bed and some inside of you.

Sunghoon chuckled as he reached over to his phone in the room and opened the camera and began recording with the flash of your state. He zooms in the area he knows Jay would love to see.

He spreads your folds apart to show the white surrounding it and slightly pushes some of it into your hole. In the background your whine is heard but looking past it to focus on your swollen bud.

Running a thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves, you wither over and crinkle the sheets even more, body slightly arching off but he softly pushes you back down and you comply.

He trails the flash all the way up to your face and chuckles at the squinted eyes as a whimper falls through your raw lips from how much you kept nibbling at them.

“You’re on video” Your eyes fell close in a loud huff at Sunghoon’s taunt, “Smile for the camera”

Instead of disobeying, you weakly flash a weak smile at the rolling video before it ultimately cuts just like your attitude the moment you walked through this door where it remains left behind.

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As you loudly huff, you plop onto the couch with folded arms and roll of your eyes. Jay trailing behind you with a loud gruff, “Baby. I already told you why we can’t go out this weekend”

“No I don’t want to hear it Jay. It’s whatever. I don’t care. Focus on your oh so important job more” You crossed your legs over and ignored the presence of your boyfriend who was beyond fed up

Jay runs a hand through his hair, tussling its usual slick back with a heavy sight, “Don’t make me call sunghoon again” The sentence held a heavy weight to it now— no longer feeling the way it used to feel

Instantly, you fixed your act and sat straight up. Your cheeks burning under your skin because you’re supposed to be afraid— not soaking through your panties right now at the thought.

You didn’t even come and you couldn’t go through the torture but the problem was, you wanted to.

“I dare you” You sneered through chattering teeth without thinking and a sick smirk plastered on Jay’s face as he laughs and nods his with a poke of his tongue to his inner cheek

“You asked for it” He sternly said before picking up his phone and dialing the number meant for out of control girlfriends

Unable to control the corners of your lips inching upwards realizing that everything was going according to plan because to you, it would certainly take more than one session to get rid of that entitlement.

And it somehow seems like it would take more than just Sunghoon to get it out of you because once a brat, always a brat.

So call 1-800-HOON and get the attitude fucked out of your girl today at a pricing deal of free only limited to his best friend’s girlfriend.

——

for @bambiihee who gave this idea to feed the brat tamer hoon agenda

[mulloey]

cross the line

if stability and safety had a human form, it would be yeosang. never explosive. always controlled. always calm. he’s strict, yes, but never angry—outwardly, at least. today, though, that’s going to change.

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS! dom/sub dynamics, hard dom!yeosang, sub!reader, brat/brat tamer dynamics, rules & control, power dynamics, belting, pussy slapping, fingering, denial.

As a dominant, Yeosang is a bit of an enigma. He’s not loud or aggressive; doesn’t take or demand or feel entitled to your submission no matter how eagerly you offer it to him. No, he wants to earn your surrender—wants to take the burden of control from your hands not just because you want to be rid of it, but because you want him to have it, and trust him to keep it safe.

Over your time with him, he’s learned you inside out. He’s studied you; opened you up for his taking. He knows how to handle you, when to handle you. Knows all the facets of your spirit like he knows every curve of your body.

He’s not jealous, nor quick to anger. There’s no simmering rage, bubbling beneath the surface. There’s nothing to hold back. No string pulled tight and about to snap.

No, Yeosang is careful. Controlled. Hands steady; gaze firm. Every touch, every word, every strike is with a purpose, his care and authority a drug that you can never quite get enough of. A reassurance you can cling to—he’ll give you what you need and what you deserve and never an ounce more.

He’s calm, level. A solid structure. Bending without yielding.

To be honest, though, it irks you sometimes—his control. How resolutely he commands his own feelings and instincts just as he does yours. You adore it, of course; adore the way he balances you, the quiet calm he exudes, how he tempers the storm in you before it can fester. Stability in human form. Safety and security in human form.

But sometimes you wish it was a little easier to make him crack. To break him just enough that he feels compelled to break you in return. You never thought you’d crave someone’s disappointment like this; never thought you’d long for someone’s wrath the way you do his. You’ve always been eager to please, something he was careful to nurture—as sweet as the words good girl sound on his tongue, you never imagined you’d feel such a fervent desire for the inverse.

Bad girl. Little brat. You miss the way those words feel on your skin as he stares you down; as he circles your kneeling form or pulls off your clothes to prepare you for punishment. How the smooth leather hangs at his side, a warning and a promise. How his fingers caress your hair with all the tenderness of a lover, then grab and pull with the restrained strength you so rarely get a taste of.

Tonight, you decide, you want more than a taste. You want everything he’s promised you don’t want to provoke.

Your collar is snug against your neck, just tight enough to be noticeable; a constant, calming presence against your skin. A reassurance as much as a mark of ownership. It’s thin, white leather, ordinary enough to be inconspicuous. Only the two of you know the true significance.

“Sweetheart,” he mumbles. His hand is on your neck still, next to where he’d just fastened the clasp against your skin; it roams softly, lightly across the leather. “What are our rules?”

The words are familiar, the question posed each time you go out like this. Your answer comes just as easily. “Stay close,” you say. “Obey. Ask permission. Tell you if I want to leave.”

He hums and pulls his hand away from your neck, moving to press the pad of his finger into the soft skin of your cheek not quite hard enough to hurt. “Good girl,” he smiles. “Always so good for me, aren’t you?”

You fight the urge to grin—poor guy. He has no idea.

The bar is quiet tonight, as it usually is mid-week; you prefer it like that, really. You don’t like the rush or the crowds, nor does he. The emptiness of a Wednesday night lets you focus on each other completely.

Plus, the usual regulars, generally the only ones here tonight, know you well enough that you can trust their discretion; they know why it’s so essential in the first place.

His hand is on your back when you walk in, as always, guiding you through the low light. He doesn’t seem jovial, exactly, but he’s relaxed; there’s no tension in his shoulders, no crease on his forehead where his brows have furrowed. You love him like this—so much that for a moment you want to call this whole scheme off and just melt into him entirely.

Too late though; his hand trails down your back, over your ass and under the hem of your mini skirt. He doesn’t rush; takes his time to caress the soft skin, feel the plushness beneath his fingers. Trailing upwards. Savouring. Then the movement stops. He makes a noise of surprise. You swallow a smile.

Something the two of you set up early on in this arrangement, among your many rules, is that it’s Yeosang who chooses your clothing each day—from your jacket and shoes right down to your underwear. It makes you feel protected and owned and cared for just as the collar does.

You can tell from the way his eyebrows furrow that he’s just realised you’re not wearing the nice, lace panties he’d chosen this morning.

“What is that?” He asks flatly.

“Hm?”

“This.”

A finger slips under the waistband of your thong, snapping it lightly against your hip. You flinch, a little more than the slight sting should warrant, and he hums. “Ah,” he says. “I see.”

You wait for him to say something else; to scold or chide or warn you in some way—anything at all. But nothing else comes; just the tightening of his hand on your waist and the pressure of his fingers against your skin. Enough to tell you he knows you did this on purpose—knows the game you’re playing. He’s caught on.

Doesn’t mean you can’t win it, though.

He sits you down in a nearby booth, cosy and concealed in the corner from any prying eyes. “I’m going to the bathroom,” he says. “You’re going to be here when I get back.”

“Okay,” you say. He doesn’t linger. You do, for all of a moment; the moment he rounds the corner towards the bathrooms you slip out, strolling casually towards the bar as though you’re not breaking your second rule of the evening—and third, if you count the fact that you’ve both not stayed where he put you and disobeyed a direct order. You suppose you’ll find out later just how many that counts for.

You sort of want to buy yourself a drink; a cocktail, maybe, to loosen you up a little further, but Yeosang doesn’t like you inebriated and the last thing you want is for him to decide you’re simply too drunk to be punished tonight and need to wait until the morning, so you stick with a water. By the time you make it back to the booth, he’s sat right where you were supposed to be, watching you approach.

You smile as innocently as you can bring yourself to. “I wanted some water.”

“Clearly,” he says. “Sit down.”

You follow that order, at least; he wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him so he can whisper into your air, his breath tickling against your bare neck.

“Sweetheart,” he mumbles.

“Yeah?”

“Strike two.”

The small, sweet smile on his face and the soft, pleasant tone does nothing to ease the weight of his words. They hit you deep, exactly where you wanted them. Your stomach tightens. “Yes, sir.”

“I’m not sure what your goal is here.” His fingers trace the width of your thigh, gaze fixed forwards. “But you know how it’s going to end, don’t you?”

“Do I?”

“Surely,” he replies, “given it always goes the same way.”

“I think I’ll try my luck.”

Yeosang laughs.

—

That, it turns out, was strike three. He was so calm when he told you, words quiet and level, so calm when he told you to stand up, we’re leaving, that if it were anyone else you’d almost feel like you’d gotten off easy.

But with Yeosang, you know you didn’t. Because Yeosang’s anger is as quiet and calm as his voice when he tells you you’re going to be punished, and as hard and painful as his grip on your waist when he walks you out of the bar and back to your apartment.

The air is heavy in your bedroom. The tension—quiet, unspoken, but impossible to avoid—is almost omen-like. Yeosang’s arms are crossed over his chest, gaze piercing.

“Kneel, please.”

Please. Even now, when his eyes are so dark and you’ve been so fucking insolent, he still says please. He gives you the choice; an out. You don’t want it. “Or?”

He lifts an eyebrow, almost amused. “Or?” He repeats. Like he’s giving you one last chance, and like he knows it’s one you’re not going to take.

“You can’t make me kneel, Yeosang.” He could quite easily make you, of course—you both know you’re clutching at straws now; arguing for the sake of arguing. But the fire that flickers in his eyes is delightful.

It took you a while to learn how to truly toe the line with Yeosang; how to push and provoke him in the right way. “Push limits,” he’d said, “not boundaries.” And it seemed obvious—was obvious—but the perfect balance is a fickle thing to find.

You have it now, though. Toeing the string-thin line like an acrobat. His nostrils flare, eyes flashing dangerously but you see in the thin, stretched smile on his lips that he’s enjoying this too.

He reaches for your collar, running his finger across the leather. He doesn’t hook a finger under it to tug you towards him, like he sometimes does. He just admires it. Admires you.

That’s another use for your collar—a reassurance, for both of you, that this is all for show. He smiles, gentle. Comfortable. “I could make you kneel,” he says. “If I wanted to, and I think you know that. But I won’t. I’m not a brute, angel; you submit to me because you want to. And if you don’t want to,” he pauses, like he’s taking a moment to savour his victory before he lets it come down on you. “I can just leave.”

“Leave?”

He just hums. “It’s late. I can go to bed and leave you here like this. Maybe I’ll get through a few chapters of my book before you decide to give this up.”

You huff, grumbling under your breath. “Give what up?”

He makes a sound like the answer is obvious. “Trying to provoke me,” he says. “That’s what you’re doing, isn’t it? Trying to make me angry. There were better ways to do that, if that’s what you wanted.”

“Oh really?”

He nods. “If you wanted to be punished, you could have just told me. Even the best behaved submissives need to be disciplined sometimes, if only to remind them of their place. I’d have happily set you right if you’d simply told me that’s what you needed, but instead I have to do this. Now kneel. I’m not going to ask you again.”

You straighten up a little, only half-conscious of the spark now renewed; the chance to retake control. To push back a little harder. To—

“Stand up and bend over the bed.”

“What?”

His expression is blank. Not angry, not even stern. Just blank. Like he’s watching a show; something he’s completely detached from. “You’re not subtle. You think I can’t read you by now? After all your training, do you think anything you do is a mystery to me?”

You blink, slowly. Dumbly, probably. “I don’t…”

“I do,” he says. He stands up, a looming presence now and you shrink back a little instinctively. His lip quirks with what looks like satisfaction. “You’ve had your chance to talk, don’t you think? You had your chance to show me you can obey. You failed. Bend over the bed.”

Half of you wants to protest again, simply to keep up this tirade of defiance despite the rush of adrenaline and relief that fills you at the thought of finally being punished. But it doesn’t matter either way—he’s already pulling the leather through the loops, folding it over in his hands. “You wanted my belt,” he says. “You can have it. Quickly now.”

Arousal pools in your stomach and your chest almost dizzyingly as you lower yourself into position—gracefully despite it all, of course, just as he taught you. A graceful man, he is; it only makes sense that his pets should be graceful too.

“Very good.” You feel his presence behind you; looming. Waiting. The leather trails against the bare skin of your thighs, right where the tops of them disappear under the hem of your dress. He hums, and you know what he’s thinking of even before the garment is pushed up and folded over your ass, finally exposing you fully. Almost fully. He hooks a finger into the thong sitting snug between your cheeks and pulls upwards; the sensation makes you gasp, thighs clenching, and then it’s gone, elastic snapping back into place. A simple test of your reaction.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Tell me why we’re here.”

Um. “I…I was bad?”

It almost sounds like he’s holding back a laugh. “Well yes, you were, but I was hoping for something more specific. But if you’re not even capable of that then we’ll start with the first thing, hm? Nice and easy. What was the first thing you did today that you shouldn’t have?”

You think for a moment. Ah. “The thong?”

“That’s the first I’m aware of, yes,” he says. “And then?”

“I didn’t stay by your side, and I disobeyed you, and I talked back.”

“Quite a rap sheet.” Yes, he’s definitely holding back a laugh. “I know some people who’d have you bruised into next week for that. Blues and purples on that perfect soft skin of yours. And what was the last thing?”

“The last thing?”

“The four you’ve mentioned are the reasons you’re being punished in the first place. What’s happening now isn’t part of that. Why am I doing this, in particular?”

Oh. Right. “I didn’t kneel.” It seems almost embarrassingly petulant now.

“You did not,” he says. “I thought I trained you better than that, baby. But obviously I didn’t, if you still think it’s a good idea to try and provoke me. To rebel. That is not how you get what you want. That’s how you get left strung out and desperate until I decide you’ve learned your lesson, and it’s how you get beaten. Hold still now.”

The strike is sharp, a quick, snapping pain against your skin; not as hard as it could be, but certainly not easing you into it, either. You gasp a little, legs tensing involuntarily; you want to throw your hands back and block the next hit, or at least rub away the sting, but you know better than that now. Despite your behavior tonight, you are undeniably a perfectly trained pet, by Yeosang’s own admission in fact. He gives you a moment to relax your legs again, knowing by now you don’t need to be told, before the next one comes down.

“You listen to me,” he says, and then another. “You wear the clothes I select for you. You follow the directives I give you. You stay where I put you. You don’t talk back, you don’t question, you don’t think. You obey.”

The lash that comes with each point, the sharp, lingering pain and the sound of leather on skin, should make his words hard to process, yet something about punishment with Yeosang ingrains itself in you on a level only he has access to. Even as you sob, crying out with each hit, the words, the lesson, the comfort and familiarity of his care and correction permeates beneath your skin and through to the very core of you.

This is exactly what you needed. What you, the two of you, needed; the firmness. The calm. The cool, focused anger of a man simultaneously unbreakable and broken—broken because he allowed himself to be, because you needed him to be. Because you needed to break him so that you’d be broken in return.

You never thought the bite of leather on your bare skin could feel so much like a friend. Not until you met him, at least.

“Okay,” he says, finally. The hits stop, a sharp sting and a dull ache in their wake. “There, that’s good. That’s a very good start. Are you ready to obey now?”

“Yeah.” The word is mumbled into the sheets, as defeated as you feel. As broken as you’re finally ready to become.

He doesn’t seem quite so sentimental right now; he clicks his tongue, laying the belt down next to your head, right in your peripherals. Purposefully, of course, because nothing of Yeosang is ever accidental. “Yeah?” He repeats. He finally lets some anger into his voice, but even now it feels more like that of a parent or a mentor, putting you right as lovingly as firmly. “You know how to address me. Do we need to learn your manners again too?”

“No sir,” you breathe. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Answer my question, then. Are you ready to be punished now?”

“Yes sir.”

“There’s my girl.” He sounds proud now; oh so sweet and impossibly enamoured by you. If your heart could climb out of your chest you’re certain it would run straight into his. “Do you remember what you were meant to do?”

It takes a moment for the question to register, let alone be answered; the haze of submission he always brings to you approaches now like a low fog, closer and thicker by the second. Even if you didn’t know the answer you’re certain you’d be falling at his feet anyway. “Kneel, sir.”

“That’s right. So let’s correct that little mishap, hm? Kneel, pet. Nice and graceful for me.”

The warning of his words is clear—no slumping down onto your knees no matter how hard I’ve just beaten you—and you’re careful to follow. The resulting image, of you kneeling in perfect position, your face red and teary and your legs parted just enough for him to see the sheen of your arousal seeping through your panties, is as blatantly pornographic as it is stupidly, impossibly intimate.

That’s part of what he loves about this, he told you once. How you can be the picture of a porn star, grotesque and vulgar and shameless, and at the same time the most precious darling sweetheart he’s ever known. The sweetest, purest of angels, and the dirtiest, sickest of whores. Both at once and all for him.

“Fuck,” he breathes. He cups your cheek in his hand, stroking circles on tear-streaked skin and letting you keen into his touch. A pet in every sense of the word. “It’s so hard to be strict with you sometimes. I wanna wrap you up and just keep you here forever. Nice and safe and snug at my feet where you’ll never have to worry about anything again.”

You preen at his words, warmed by the rare moment of tenderness; a rare crack in his persona of absolute strictness and authority. Then he sighs, lamentingly, mockingly, and hardens again.

“It’s a shame you had to misbehave, isn’t it?” He says. “To break the rules we made together. Rules that are sacred to both of us. I’d so love to treat you like the perfect little angel you look like right now, but that’s not possible. Because you chose to act like a bitch.”

“Sir,” you whine.

“No, love,” he says, firmly. “You were naughty, incredibly so, and it’s my duty now to put you right, however much that may hurt both of us.”

You sniffle, saying nothing. You know he’s right. He smiles warmly, lovingly down at you.

“Present.”

Your body obeys before your mind catches up; you lean forward, pressing your head against the floor, back arched and ass raised perfectly for the taking. The second position he ever taught you—after, of course, the one you’ve already been punished today for failing to assume.

You’re incredibly vulnerable like this; incredibly exposed. It’s only under his care, under the touch that runs so carefully across your flushed, burning ass, that those sensations could feel so incredibly safe.

“Good,” he purrs. “Now we can get started.”

“Yes sir.”

“I know you know how to listen,” he says. “You’ve proven that just now. I know you know to follow directions, and how to communicate your needs to me. Tonight you fell short of every single one.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“I know.” His hand comes to rest on your cunt; you flinch at the contact, half expecting it to be painful, a slap or a pinch or something similar, but it’s not. It’s just warm. He lets it sit there for a moment, silent, then speaks. “You’re pulsing.”

“Sir?”

“You’re throbbing, baby. You’re getting off on this.”

You can’t deny it. He clicks his tongue. “Dirty girl. Hard to punish someone who likes everything I do to them.”

He pulls back, his touch leaving for a moment then landing painfully; a loud, sharp smack right on your clit. You bite your lip, fighting not to cry out. He hums, then hits you again. “We can start here, I suppose.”

A third smack, then a fourth. His hand can’t rival the belt in strength, but on your cut, wet and swollen and so, so sensitive, it’s just as painful. Perhaps more.

When you’re this desperate for him, when you feel the emptiness, the distinct lack of him right where you need him most—the slightest touch is painful. Agonising. Torturous.

“Sir,” you breathe, hushed. “Please.”

“Please what?” He asks. You don’t reply, and he hits you again, laughing dryly. Knowingly. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for. You just like to beg. Just want my attention, even if it hurts. Don’t you?”

“Yes sir.”

He huffs, breathing out a laugh, and slips a finger in past your folds. The intrusion is sudden, electrifying, and not enough. It takes everything not to push back into not, not to ask for more or try to take it yourself, but you know better.

“You’re trying so hard,” Yeosang croons, because of course he sees it, of course he knows what’s going through your head and how you’re fighting to resist it. “Staying so still for me. Trying not to break. You really just needed a whipping, didn’t you? You just need to be smacked around and you’ll remember your place.”

Your toes are curling, fists clenched, and you know you’re drooling against the floor but you don’t care. This is where you wanted to be.

Helpless, bruised, humiliated, and entirely Yeosang’s. Every sensation on your skin, every breath you take, feels borrowed from him. Owned by him and taken only out of the kindness of his heart.

Another finger goes in then another. You hear your wetness as he opens you up; the sticky, squelching sounds as he pumps his fingers in and out. You feel it dripping down your thighs and sticking to your skin.

“You’re all puffy,” Yeosang says. You hear the smile in his voice. “All sticky and gooey. Is that because of me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Spread your legs, girl. Let me in.”

His fingers come away, a sudden loss that feels dizzying, but before you can react there’s something else pressing up against your cunt.

His clothed, hard cock, pulsing against his slacks. “You feel that,” Yeosang grunts. “That’s what you’re doing to me. Making me hard. Making me pulse. Just from the thought of sinking into your wet cunt and fucking you back into your place. Rutting against your red bruised ass and fucking you full. I think that would really make the lesson sink in, don’t you?”

Fuck. “Please, sir.”

He ruts his hips against you, gripping your waist to keep you still as he thrusts against you. The barrier of his slacks, rubbing against your soaked-through panties and pressed against your swollen cunt, is so frustrating and so painful it almost has you sobbing. “Yeosang,” you choke out, a desperate call, tone pleading. “Please.”

His grip tightens, just a little. It almost seems like he’s going to say yes. Then he pulls back, and another hit lands square on your cunt.

“Tell me, whore,” he says, tone light. “Do brats get what they want?”

You pause. Your heart sinks. “I…”

“No,” he answers for you. “They don’t. You wanted me to punish you. Provoked me into beating you then pushed your wet cunt in my face to try and tempt me into fucking you like you want. It’s not going to work.”

“Sir…”

“No,” he says. “This is the lesson for today. You can’t trick me. You can’t outsmart me. I’m in control, always. You tried to trick me into punishing you how you wanted, but that’s not how this works.”

His hands rest on your ass, still painful and still pointed upwards, practically begging for him. But he’s not swayed.

He’s never swayed.

“This is my playroom,” he says. “Next time, don’t forget it.”

this was originally a response to an ask, which is why it opens more like hard hours than a fic. but it spiralled and blossomed into this, and i hope you enjoyed it! love🖤🖤🖤

[mulloey]

there is nawt enough hard dom yeosang on this site and i know you can feel the vision especially the way he is more a man of action rather than words please im on my knees asking for ur help 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

thinking about… hard dom yeosang

WARNINGS: heavy dom/sub dynamics, punishments, pussy spanking, use of the word ‘beating’, strict yeosang, sensory deprivation . just a short blurb!

i’ve always imagined yeosang as the sort of dom whose words are their greatest weapon. able to make you cum from that alone, or make you cry, or both.

but i can easily see the inverse too. maybe he doesn’t like a lot of noise, especially when he’s focusing on something. and he’s never more focused than when he’s pulling you apart—slow, merciless, methodical.

so maybe the only words you tend to hear from him during scenes are commands—short, sharp, to the point.

kneel. spread. count. cum. yeosang wants to own you so completely that verbal communication is rarely necessary. so deeply that you can look at each other and know instantly how you feel, what you need, what you want. but he does it safely, of course—safewords, signals, colours, he’s never one to cut corners when it comes to you. that’s what he’s strictest about.

and man is he strict. his rules are solid and absolute—no loopholes. no excuses. you either obey or you don’t.

of course, you’re expected to know the rules by heart.

wear your collar. address him properly. stay by his side. keep your eyes down until he tells you to raise them.

and never, ever pleasure yourself without permission.

he’s the strictest about that one. it includes everything—masturbating, fingering yourself, clenching your thighs together, and definitely cumming. any violation and it’s a pussy spanking until your cunt is red and swollen and numb and you’ve gone from screaming to pleading to sobbing helplessly into the comforter.

and he checks, too—daily inspections, morning and night, looking for any signs that you’ve disobeyed. you’ll bend over and spread yourself open, staying still and silent as he examines you. if you’re too wet or puffy? a hum. a “what’s this here?”

he doesn’t need to interrogate you—honesty is the foundation of all you do. if you’ve been good, if your cunt’s just a little wetter than usual today, he’ll accept it. praise you for being good with a few slaps to your cunt for good measure—“to help tighten you up, since you’re so wet and soppy”

and if you’ve been bad, you’ll tell him too. through tears and sniffles you’ll confess your sins and he’ll rub your back gently while you do. he’ll thank you for being honest and ask you what you think should happen now.

“i should be punished, sir.”

“i think so,” he nods. “and how do you think you should be punished?”

he’s not asking, really, you know that—in fact the answer you always give is the only one he’ll accept. he wrote it himself, word for word, and he’ll make you say it every time as a symbol of your submission—of your acceptance of the consequences he’s about to level.

“you should beat my pussy until it bruises, sir.”

“i quite agree.”

yeosang loves sensory play with you too—sensory deprivation, to be specific. blindfolds, sure, that’s a classic, but nothing gets him higher that blocking your hearing, too. they say when one sense is inhibited the others heighten—well how about two? if you can’t see or hear, where does that leave you? if the only things to guide you through the darkness, to tell you where he is and what he’s doing, are the faint scent of his cologne and the sensations on your skin—how can you know what he’s going to do? when it’s going to end?

you can’t. you don’t. all you have is him. he’s your guide, your lifeline, your safety. you’re reliant on him in a that feels primal. primitive. like helpless prey, pursued and protected by the same silent predator.

that’s why he calls you “lamb.” why he always takes his time with you—leather gloved hands running across bare skin, peppering you with light, stinging smacks. you never know where they’ll land, where he’ll touch you; if he’ll soothe the site of impact or hit it again. if he’ll choose pleasure or pain to break you tonight.

he doesn’t let you know, or guess, anything at all. that was defeat the point—the purpose of keeping you in the dark.

he likes to play with his food.

and all you can do is cling to the small hints of his presence and wait for the next hit.

yeosang likes the tension. the anticipation. seeing the small signs of fear, excitement, arousal on your body. hearing your breath hitch. knowing it’s all in his control.

i have a hard dom yeosang fic in the last stages of drafting, so i’m gonna leave this here. you’re always welcome to send me more of your thoughts though :^)

[yeosangsbunny]

kang yeosang you’re absolutely INSANE for this one

[mulloey]

punching bag • hongjoong

you feel his anger through the screen; when he comes home, he makes sure you feel it through him.

warnings: angry sex, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader, rough sex, choking, slapping (ass, pussy, thighs), minor gagging, minor dacryphilia, face fucking, begging, degradation, dirty talk

requested by: @hoeforalbedo

word count: 2.5k

The air is thick and hot; sweat glistens on your skin, sticking your hair to your forehead. You sigh, leaning back to catch the cool air of the fan behind you before sitting yourself back up again, turning your attention to the TV in front of you. Watching the performance that’s currently playing, a wide smile reaches your face when your boyfriend comes on screen. You love watching Hongjoong perform, love watching him focus and enjoy himself on stage; in his element. And you love the way he gets so pent-up from the adrenaline, and the way he takes it out on you afterwards. Today though, you’re not waiting in the dressing room like usual; the Moroccan heat had gotten to you so he’d ordered you to stay in the cool, air-conditioned hotel and wait for his return — “like a good girl,” he’d said.

Luckily you’ve found a live broadcast of the event you should be watching from backstage, and have made yourself at home on the couch. You smile happily when he comes on screen, pride blooming in your chest. He’s doing well, you think, really well, and you feel the passion through the screen. That’s one of the many things you love about Hongjoong; his passion. Especially when it lingers even after he comes down from the high of performing, and you get to reap the benefits.

It’s about halfway through, you think, though you’re not sure, that you begin to notice something wrong. After watching him for a while you recognise the signs; his mic is faulty. You hiss, gritting your teeth; you know problems with mics are Hongjoong’s pet peeves — anything that stops him from putting on the show he wants to, really. You watch with bated breath as he seems to look more and more irritated each time he comes on screen. You bite your lip; if this isn’t fixed soon, at least before the show is over, you’re screwed. Sure, it’ll be fun, but still…

By the time the performance wraps up he’s smiling again — happy at least that the fans have enjoyed the show. But looking closer, knowing him as well as you do, you recognise the signs that he’s still annoyed — something you’ll no doubt be paying for dearly.

A while later, when the show is wrapped up and you assume the guys are getting ready to leave, your phone buzzes. You pick it up, almost choking when you see the message that lights up the screen.

on my way back, i want you on your knees by the door when i arrive.

You smile, heat blooming across the face at the message — the pent-up, commanding tone evident in his words. A second later your phone vibrates again as another message comes through.

be naked.

You breathe out, quickly switching to Life360 to check where he is — 10 minutes away. You gasp softly, heart beginning to race as you jump up from the couch. You love it when he’s like this — dominant, animalistic, feral with desire for you — but you also fear it. Nod that he’s ever done anything to you that you weren’t begging for, but still. Hongjoong can be terrifying at the best of times. And based on that look you’d seen during the performance, you’d wager this is one of those times, so you really, really want to stay on his good side.

You take a quick shower to wash off the sweat, wanting to be fresh for him — though after a performance like that in that heat, you don’t doubt he’ll be sweating too — breathing and relishing in the cool water as it falls on you, Drying off, you spray his favourite perfume and, with minutes to spare, take your place by the door.

The hardwood floor digs into your knees a bit no matter: you’ve barely been kneeling for a minute before the door is flung open, revealing your absolutely fuming boyfriend.

He closes it more carefully than he’d opened it, taking a moment to observe the sight in front of him before he grabs your hair without warning, yanking it backwards, forcing your head up to meet his dark, fiery gaze. His lips twitch in a small smirk but he says nothing; he hasn’t even greeted you. Still saying nothing he begins to walk towards to bed, dragging you, still on your knees, by the hair behind him. You struggle to keep up with him, knees scraping against the floor as you follow him. When you reach the bed he drags you to your feet before throwing you down onto the sheets.

You land gracelessly and he climbs on top of you, face hovering inches above yours. He’s so close you feel each of his breaths on your skin; see the rise and fall of his chest with each one. He stares at you, face blank for a moment, before all of a sudden a sharp slap hits your cheek, knocking the wind out of you.

“Joong—” You start and he slaps you again, quieting you.

“You’ll be good, won’t you?” He asks. You see the madness in his eyes and hear the barely-restrained anger in his voice; you know he’s on the verge of snapping. You hold back a smile, lifting your hips towards him slightly. You want him to snap.

“I’ll be good, Joong,” you whisper. “Do what you want to me.”

He laughs, a bitter, emotionless laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. “Oh,” he says, and his voice is deeper, angrier than you’ve ever heard him. “I fucking will.”

It seems to happen in a blink of an eye; one minute Hongjoong is above you, staring down at you like prey. The next minute his hand is on your neck, pinning you to the bed while another rough hand roams down your body. Despite the heat, you’re shivering; shaking and vulnerable beneath him. “Joong,” you whisper.

“Tell me I can do this,” he says. “Tell me I can hurt you.”

A finger penetrates you as he speaks, pushing into you without prep — lucky you were already wet, you think. You nod desperately. “Hurt me Joong,” you say. “Do it.”

He practically growls at your words before you’re suddenly flipped over onto your stomach. “You’re already so wet,” he growls, sounding affected. “Was that from being talked to like a slut, or touched like one?”

“Both,” you whisper. “Both, Joong.”

“Fuck,” he groans.

He reaches under you to lift your hips, one hand pressing down between your shoulder blades, holding you in place while the other comes down hard on your ass — once, twice, three times until you’re dizzy and crying out in pain.

He grabs your hair again, yanking your head back even harder than before. His voice keeps getting lower, more afflicted. “Did you like that?” He rasps. You nod desperately and he chuckles, hitting you again. “Ask me for more.”

You squeak, flushing slightly. You’ll never understand the hold this man has on you — the kind of hold that has you asking him to hurt you more, begging to be treated like an object. “Hurt me more,” you say. “Please, Joong.”

He laughs dryly, voice thick with arousal as he speaks. “You’re such a fucking painslut,” he says, emphasising each word with a hard, merciless slap on your sensitive skin. “All because of me.”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Hongjoong, do what you want with me. Anything.”

“No more talking,” he snaps. “Unless it’s your safeword, I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

You almost answer him but catch the word in your throat, nodding instead. That pleases him, and he smiles for a moment before the dark look from before returns. “Kneel,” he says.

You obey without even thinking about it, sliding off the bed and landing on your knees on the floor just in front of Hongjoong, perfectly positioned for him. His lips twitch at the sight as he takes a step towards you and grabs your hair again, this time pulling your head forward to hold it against his crotch.

“Breathe it in,” he growls, and you feel him getting harder and harder with each second you’re pressed against him. “You worship this.”

You nod as best as you can in his tight hold and he chuckles, letting you go. “Open your mouth.”

The moment your mouth is open he’s already pulled out his dick, running it teasingly across your lips before shoving it all the way in without warning. You choke, vision blurring and he pushes your head onto it. You do your best to accommodate it, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin even while he seems to do everything in his power to bruise your throat. He groans, forcing your head further down. You choke again, unable to take it and you feel him twitch in your mouth. You giggle slightly, recognising his reaction; when he’s like this he loves when you choke on him, when you accept whatever pain and discomfort he offers you just to please him. You smile around his dick, taking it in further on your own volition.

“Fuck,” he spits. “Clever fucking slut. Keep doing it like that.”

As he speaks he slowly starts to thrust — small, careful movements which must take less than a minute to turn into him fully fucking your mouth; your throat. You’re screaming now, tears pouring down your face and drool pouring down onto your lap and you love it. For a moment you wonder if this is all Hongjoong will need today — to fuck your throat, feel you choke and cry on his cock — before he calms down. Quickly though, you’re proven wrong, when he suddenly pulls out, still hard and leaking, and shoves you to the ground.

Without a word he flips you over again, putting your face down and ass up against the floor. It’s uncomfortable, you’re hyper-aware of that, but this is about him. And if Hongjoong want to fuck you on the cold hard floor of the hotel room then that is exactly what he’s going to do.

He shoves himself in you without warning, stretching you open suddenly and painfully — and deliciously. You cry out, overwhelmed and he uses the opportunity of your open mouth to shove his fingers inside, effectively gagging you. “Be fucking quiet,” he growls as he speeds up. “Be quiet and let me use you like a proper fucking toy.”

A few more slaps rain down harshly on your ass, bringing the message home and you obey, forcing yourself not to let any more noise escape you even as he pulls his fingers out, leaving you to suffer alone.

You can tell just from his thrusts how pent-up he is; the way his hips seem to snap against you of their own accord, accentuated by the harsh slaps he delivers to your swollen red ass and your sensitive thighs, tells you how much he’s needed this, that you have truly made him lose control. You practically feel the pent-up energy and aggression seeping out of him as he fucks you harder and harder, leaving his marks across your bruising skin. It feels amazing — but it’s an overwhelming kind of pleasure you’re not sure if you can handle for much longer; and his grip on your waist, iron and inescapable, will no doubt leave bruises when he finally lets go.

When he hits that spot; ramming into it more like, it takes everything you have not to cry out — you bite your lip to physically keep the sound inside and it works at a cost; you’ve bitten down on the sensitive skin so hard that it’s pierced slightly, and you feel the blood when you lick at your lips. Hongjoong, like he always does, notices, and pulls out so quickly that you almost get whiplash.

He turns you around to lie on your front, staring at you with furrowed brows. He runs his thumb over your winded lip, making you flinch, and chuckles. “Was it that hard to keep quiet?” He asks.

You nod and he laughs a little, before without warning a harsh slap lands on your dripping pussy and sensitive clit — then another, and another. You feel tears prick at your eyes at the pain; he’s not holding back. As the hits get harder he grunts with each one, strained by the strength behind each lap. You gulp, trying to hold back the moans of pain you desperately want to let you; your face contorted in an agonised expression.

He chuckles at the sight of you but it’s clear he’s affected by it too — the way your whole body reacts to each hit, the wounded, pained expression on your face and the way you still try so hard not to make a sound. “Good girl,” he says.

He pushes back in again, quickly and easily, but instead of leaving you to keep quiet he clamps his palm over your mouth, muffling you. “Think this’ll keep you quiet,” he mutters before he starts to fuck you again.

This time he doesn't waste time starting slow or building up the intensity; he fucks you with immediacy and instantly overwhelms you. As he hits your spot over and over, practically piercing it, you thank God for the hand clamped firmly over your mouth; you scream, cry and wail into it as much as you need to, knowing you won’t be heard by anyone but your boyfriend. The muffled sound only spur him on, provoking him to be even rougher.

As he fucks you harder and harder, making your entire body shake with each thrust, his gaze fixed on your chest, watching the way your tits bounce up and down, enticing him each time they move. He groans, averting his eyes and keeps going. “Fuck,” he grunts. “Baby, this is so fucking good. This is exactly what I needed. Keep taking it.”

Soon you can tell he’s starting to approach his orgasm; his hips begin to stutter, thrusts getting faster as he gets louder and less controlled in each movement. As he gets faster, rougher and more intense, he wraps around your throat and he leans down to hover right above you. “You don’t need to breathe anymore, baby,” he whispers. “I control you.”

You nod as best as you can though you’re slightly immobilised by the hands clamped firmly across your mouth and wrapped tight around your neck. All the while he’s still fucking you, never wavering in the way he fucks and stretches you open. He tightens his grip slightly, squeezing the sides of your neck just enough to give you the floaty, dazed feeling he knows you love. As he keeps going, it gets tighter and tighter, and the weight of his palm on your mouth gets heavier. Sweat drips from his face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he keeps going until — as quick as he started — he finally finishes, unloading in you with a loud, strangled cry. He fucks you through it, pressure on your neck and mouth never wavering until he finally pulls out.

He collapses immediately, falling down next to you on the floor, flaccid cock still peeking through his unzipped pants.

“How do you feel?” You ask softly; a little dazed and entirely fucked out, your voice wavers slightly when you talk.

He chuckles, taking you into his arms and running his hand softly over your exposed, sensitive skin. “I feel perfect, baby,” he sighs. “You’re such a perfect toy for me.”

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a/n: thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy! it’s not quite as rough as i originally intended but i hope it’s still good. reblog and comment if you enjoyed! requests are still OPEN. love🖤🖤🖤

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Moonshine Peaches

Country Dilf!Choi San x F!Reader

summary: your best friend would not quit nagging you at joining her to go visit her family’s house in the mountains deep in the rural corners of tennessee. summer was here, some fresh air would be nice. why not?

tags: age gap, best friend’s dad, deep south, vacay in the mountains, southern accent(YUMMM), pet names (peaches, sweet pea, baby, etc.), teasing, dom san, fingering, oral(f!receiving), overstimulation, size kink, don’t get caught, san wants that cookie BAD, praise, BIG ARMS, headlock, reader is on birth control so he's INNIT...

wc: 8.6k

notes: a gift from me (raised in deep Tennessee) to you. Makes me miss home, but I get to visit this summer again so YIPPEE!!

PT2 Is up!!

tracklist- american teenager, she keeps me up, secret

ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ!

You hadn’t seen a power line for miles. You might as well have been in heaven. Lying in the bed of your best friend's dusty taupe pick-up truck, the sun cast beautiful flowing masterpieces on your skin through the tall, looming forests of Fraser firs that coated the mountains like a blanket.

The air was chill and fresh, your ears still not used to the thinness, your hearing slightly muffled as the wind rushed past them. The sun was warm, and the air was comfortable, perfectly cool. The long, curving roads wound and turned seemingly endlessly. Around every corner was either a breathtaking view of the far countryside, tall green hills with vast acres of forest below that you would be bound to lose yourself in. Or vast, green fields with a couple of groups of brown spread about, which you could only assume were cows.

Your best friend was driving in the front seat, all windows lowered as “American Teenager” blasted from her little, busted-up radio. The sun caught her skin beautifully as one hand rested out the window and the other steered. She sang loudly and happily, you joining in from the back.

As the song played, you thought long and hard about the decision of coming out here with her. You and Arin had been together since freshman year in high school. She had been living with her grandma when you guys met, both city girls, it seemed.

Until you came over to her house for the first time, and her walls were littered with deer heads and fishing poles. She laughed at your reaction, excited to tell you all about her family and her lifestyle. About how she grew up deep in the rural south before moving closer to the big cities to help pursue better education and better job opportunities.

She lived with her grandma in the city, while her divorced parents remained in the countryside, with separate housing. Her mom lived in a modest trailer off a dirt road closer to the north, while her dad lived in a rustic, wooden house deep in the Smokies. 

Years later, both of you in your sophomore years of University, she had brought up the idea that to kick off summer break, you should come with her on her annual visit to her dad's.

You knew next to nothing about her father, only that he lived in the woods and was divorced. She never really talked about her parents, and you never chose to pry.

Ecstatic, to say the least, were you to hear that she wanted to bring you along. You always connected well with nature, and a week's trip into the woods would probably cure every little thing bothering you in an instant.

So here you were, 4 hours into the trip, 2 hours left as you both cruised through the mountains, literally never feeling freer in your life. 

Your lungs felt cleaner, and your bones felt like they were melting into your skin as you deflated in the truck bed, falling deep into a nap as your friend continued driving home, knowing the roads with the back of her hand.

The truck rumbling and your speed decreasing awoke you from your nap. You rose, stretching and yawning, cursing yourself for sleeping on such a bumpy surface. When you took in your surroundings, you noticed you weren't on the road anymore. Instead, you were deep in the forest, and every surrounding area was just tall, looming trees. The birds sang and the wind whistled, the sun barely peeking through the green canopy of leaves way above. The truck was slowly climbing up a narrow dirt road, even deeper into the mouth of trees.

“Are we almost there, Arin?” You continued to glance around, enamoured by the pure beauty and richness of where you were right now. 

“Just about a mile more and we’ll be up the driveway.” You snorted, and she sighed, expecting this. 

“This is the driveway? Bitch this is not real, you live in Narnia.” Arin laughed, waving her hand, urging you to crawl back through the back window into the backseat so she could talk to you better. 

Shimmying back in the window, you lay on your stomach in the back seat. “It is really beautiful out here, though, Arin.” You smiled and she smiled back, a bright, radiant one.

“Yeah, I missed it. But after a couple of days, I'll get sick of getting bit up by bugs and all the coyotes and their incessant howling.” She groaned and shrugged.

“But it's always nice to see my dad. He’s a super, like, handy guy, always fixin’ stuff and whatnot. I gotta ask him to look at my truck because it’s been making that weird scraping sound lately. I know he could fix it no ish.” You listened as she talked, continuing to talk about her childhood. Spew random facts about the local wildlife, and the best scenic spots as well.

Before long, a clearing appeared, in the middle of which was the most beautiful, quaint cabin. Fragrant cedar wood with black trimming; the house also had a decent-sized fire pit, close to the edge of the clearing where the forest swallowed everything up again.

It was so strange, the presence the cabin seemed to have. It was the center of attention, oddly out of place, but it still felt like it belonged. Like the forest accepts it as part of it. Maybe you were overanalyzing things, but you couldn’t deny how beautiful the whole scene was.

“Alright, and here we are.” Stopping the truck beside another, taller, and newer truck, she shifted into park and took out the key. She turned to you and grabbed your hands in hers. “Okay, so, let's get the luggage, I don't know where my dad is right now–” she stopped to mull and try to think if she might have a clue.

“He could be sleeping, I don’t know. But I know he’s here because his truck is here. I thought he would be out front to greet us like he said… guess not.” She shrugged and let go, opening her door and walking to the truck bed. You followed suit, stepping out onto the gravel with a satisfying crunch. You and Arin began sorting through luggage, trading bags and freaking out when you both realized you left the cooler back on campus. 

“Fuck!” Arin yelled at the sky in utter defeat. “We had to leave the whole cooler. I had moonshine peaches in there.” You sigh, upset about the cooler, consoling your friend. You rubbed her back in soothing circles as she dramatically let her forehead fall against the truck bed.

Before you could open your mouth to say anything, a thick, strong arm snaked around your waist and gripped you tight, fingers digging into your stomach. You were lifted into the air, your back pressed against a firm, built chest, before a scream started to bubble up. Arin screamed at the same time as you, feet also off the ground, with an arm around her waist, too.

“Gotcha.” A teasing voice sounded from behind you two, you were set down in a split second as Arin broke into a big smile and ran to hug the person.

“Dad! What the hell you scared the shit out of us.” You stood by the truck and watched as the two of them hugged.

Oh god.

Oh my god.

Yeah, this was insane.

Her dad was insanely hot. Sporting a black compression tank top that traced every curve and dip on muscle from his chest to his abdomen, dark blue jeans that hugged his thick thighs, and a beige pair of chaps. He had an orange and black flannel tied around his waist and a sturdy pair of cowboy boots on him. And don't even get started with his face.

Plush lips, defined nose, eyes like a hawk. His black hair was tousled, strands falling over his forehead, and a clear pair of glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. His large, meaty arms wrapped Arin tightly in a hug before turning to you and smiling. He had that same radiant smile his daughter had. His pretty eyes crinkled as he laughed at your expression.

He reached forward and rubbed your upper arm apologetically. “I’m sorry for scarin’ you darlin’.” The pet name made the neurons in your brain go haywire as he stepped closer to you, his arms coming up and around to envelop you in a hug next.

His arms flexed as they closed around your waist, hand locking at your hips. Instinctively, your hands came up and wrapped around the back of his neck. A rather intimate hug that was over before it even began.

“I can't believe this is my first time meetin’ you, peaches. You’re all Arin ever talks about whenever she comes down and sees me. Makes me think she misses you more than her old man.” He pouts playfully, looking at Arin, who was rolling her eyes, then looking back at you. He smiled and leaned down to half whisper in your ears.

“See-” he pointed a thumb behind him at her. “She doesn’t even love me.” Arin stomped over and playfully pushed her dad away from you, picking up your luggage and walking away.

“Dad, stop being a baby and help us make a mess of your house with all our stuff.” You started picking up some luggage, and just as you went to reach for the last bag, Arin’s dad grabbed it. You looked up and locked eyes with him, seeming like he was already looking at you before.

He smiled at you again, warm and welcoming. “Mr. Choi.” You forced the words out of your mouth, trying not to trip over them. “It's nice to meet you, thank you for letting me stay.”

San waved a hand at you and scoffed like it was no big deal. “You are more than welcome, c'mon now. My daughter has never been happier since becomin’ friends with you. You’re doin’ me a favor by not sending her home to me all angsty and irritated. And please, call me San. No need to be so polite with me, sweetheart.”

You laughed softly, taking every inch of your willpower to look anywhere but his arms, holding the suitcase like it weighed nothing. Arin came back out with a new pep in her step as she wrapped her arm around yours and began leading you away. “Quit holding her up, now I have to show her around.” 

“Bye, honey, love you too.” He waves to his daughter.

 “See you soon, peaches!” he calls to you. You quirked your head around to look at him while Arin led you away, catching him staring you down intently just as you turned the corner into the doorway.

When he's out of sight, you turn to your best friend, trying to calm your racing heart. “Peaches? Is he serious, Arin?” She shrugged. like it was no big deal, leading you down the hallway to a set of bedrooms.

“I don’t know (Name), he just has nicknames for everyone, he always calls you that.”

After a couple of hours of unpacking and getting settled, you and Arin were sitting on the living room couch, cuddled into each other, reading your respective “assigned books” for the summer. You both were readers and were eager to reach a 50-book goal by the end of the summer. So you guys pick books for each other and read them together.

The fireplace crackled, and a warm, calming atmosphere descended on the room, nearly lulling you to sleep. You hadn’t seen Mr. Choi since meeting him outside earlier that day. You wanted to ask Arin where he went, but you thought she would think you were weird for wanting to keep tabs on her dad. So you just didn’t say anything.

But you must have been thinking about it too hard because a minute later, Mr. Choi walks into the living room.

“Arin, honey, will you go start up the bonfire for me, please? I wanna show (Name) here down to the lake.” Your eyes widened and stared at Arin pleadingly not to leave you by yourself, but she had already stood up and began making her way towards the fire pit excitedly. 

“Oooh! You’re gonna have so much fun out here with us. Go with him, it's so nice. I'll catch up when I’m all done.” And she disappeared. You turned to her dad, a nervous smile on your face. He looked completely relaxed, studying your anxious body language carefully, holding eye contact for just a second too long. But he suddenly turned around and began walking to the front door.

“Cmon, follow me.” You hesitated for a second before finding your feet again and walking fast to catch up with him.

It was warm outside, the sun in the last stages of a sunset, the sky a deep blue merging with vibrant oranges. Fireflies danced around the air in a light show of yellow deep within the forest. The wind rushed by silently, and the trees swayed in response to its whispers.

San wordlessly led you down the driveway a bit until he turned onto a small and obscure dirt path that led into the woods. The woods were silent but also so full of life. You felt as if you whispered something everyone and everything within a mile would hear.

But the toads were croaking, and the cicadas were singing in a way that could lull you to sleep again. It was a lot darker now that you had strayed from the house, the only light coming from the sliver of sun left through the canopy.

San stuck close to your side, careful not to lose you. He still hadn’t said a word, and it was beginning to unnerve you a little.

After a little more trekking, you came to a small lamppost that signifies the end of the path, and further past, you noticed a boat tied to a pier and one of the most gorgeous little lakes you had ever seen. Surrounded by tight walls of tall, dark trees, it stood still, and only the slight sloshing of water could be heard.

“Woah.” You walked past San and onto the pier, taking in the view before you. “This is doing more for me than any ibuprofen I've ever tried.”

That gets a heart laugh out of him, a handsome one at that. He's walked up closer behind you as you continue to gaze at the lake.

“Y’know I reckon it’s perfect weather to go swimming in, whaddya say?” Your eyebrows raise as you turn to see San staring at you with a sly smile and a teasing look in his eyes.

You immediately know what's coming. Quickly, you zip your body around and position yourself behind him. His gaze and his body follow you just as fast.

“Don’t you dare.” You warn, nervous giggles bubbling out as you speak, and genuine adrenaline rushes through your veins. San stayed put and didn't move, his shoulders hunched like he would pounce at any moment, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he kept his eyes locked on yours.

“Don’t dare what, sweet pea? What am I going to do?” The smile on your face was impossible to keep down as your heart raced.

“It's gonna be cold!” You squealed as he suddenly jerked forward like he was going to get you. He chuckled and suddenly relaxed his body. He stood up straight and put his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, alright, you can stop givin’ that look now I ‘m not gonna do it.” He smiled and backed away from you slowly, your eyes narrowed, hesitating to turn back and look at the lake again.

“If I turn around and you–” San leans his head forward and makes a stupid, confused face, pointing at himself as if to ask, “who me?”

“--yes, you. I’ll kill you.” He crossed his big, strong, thick arms across his chest and stared at you with an eyebrow raised in a challenge. But he quickly switched to playful intrigue when he caught the way your eye flicked down to his biceps and glued onto them for just a second too long.

You locked eyes with him again and stared for a good minute before you slowly turned back around to the lake. There was no sound of movement behind you. Maybe he really was done playing games. You turned around to give him shit about his behavior but he wasn't there anymore. Confused, you wondered if he jumped in or went back to the cabin.

You turned back around to the lake only to come face to face with none other than San himself. He had bent down so your noses were brushing, and he smiled before picking you up bride style and falling backward into the water with you in his arms.

Before you could scream, you had fallen in the water, wrapped in San’s arms. When you both emerged from under the water, you were both laughing hysterically. Splashing at each other and trying to swim back to land.

“Is this how you treat all your guests, Mr. Choi?” You panted as you lifted yourself onto the edge of the pier, legs dangling off the edge as you sat facing the lake. San remained in the water, swimming to float in front of where you sat, looking up at you.

His hair and his tank top were now soaking wet, and the gold rays of the sun shone off his damp skin beautifully. You were staring, and he had noticed.

San swam closer, now directly in front of your legs. The toads croaked louder, and owls began calling into the deep forest. You craned your neck down to give him your full attention, your feet swung back and forth in the water, tracing patterns in the lake.

San watched you for a moment, This was the most relaxed you had been since arriving on the property. The sun slowly began to sink behind the mountains in the distance, and a chill wind bit at your skin as the sky faded into hues of blues and orange.

“My little girl’s got herself a real pretty friend dun’ she?” His large hands clasped around each of your ankles, tugging teasingly like he’d pull you in. Your breath hitches at the warmth of his hands around your cold, wet legs.

“Mr. Choi-” He laughed annoyedly, akin to frustration as his last name slipped from your lips yet again.

“C’mon, baby, what did I tell you?” You quirked an eyebrow in question, then he yanked you down back into the water. But instead of letting you sink, he kept one arm firm around your waist while the other held your shoulder. Your faces were inches apart, and he gazed into your eyes, not even blinking.

“You can’t seem to remember my name. Let's practice, okay?” His voice lowered to a whisper, with his chest pressed to your own, you could feel the rumble in your body from his words. The hand on your shoulder moved to your collarbones, drifting gently in barely there touches. Up the side of your neck, across your cheek until his thumb was on your bottom lip, pulling down slightly as he admired the plumpness.

“My name is San,” he mumbled, moving to trace the tip of his nose up and down the side of your throat. “Repeat it after me, peaches.” He mumbles in your ear, smirking against the shell when he feels you jolt. 

“S-San..” You tried to say it steadily, but your voice trembled just slightly. Of course, he caught it.

He breathed in deeply and smiled before moving his lips right in front of yours, hovering right above them, so close that a gust of wind could close the gap between them.

“I love how you say it, (Name).”He drawled lowly right against your lips.  It was the first time he had ever said your actual name around you, and you couldn’t deny the way he basically moaned around it had your heart racing. “You seem scared, babydoll, don't tell me you’re scared o' me?” His eyes lock with yours in an intense staredown, lids narrowed with his lips stuck out in a faux pout.

Your hands shot out and gripped the straps of his tank top in each hand to hold yourself steady. He smelled so good, and the slow, condescending tone of his whispers was enough to make you a little dizzy.

“‘M not scared…” You whispered, gnawing at your bottom lip nervously, the tangy taste of blood flooding your tongue.

San held his mouth open right above your own, the thin layer of skin only slightly brushing, tickling almost. His breathing was shaky, and his eyes darted all over your face quickly like he was chasing a laser on it. His arm around your waist squeezed like he was restraining himself, his forehead resting against your own, and his hand cradling your jaw like it was sacred.

His brows knitted in frustration in the most pitiful expression when his eyes roved all over you, your body pressed to his, and the adorable “please” look in your eyes. “Mmm wanna kiss ya’ so bad,” San whined so quietly it was like he was talking to himself.

“Wanna touch you, taste you….” San’s chest hurt. He felt like such a sick guy, wanting his daughter's best friend as badly as he did. Every story he heard of you from his daughter painted you as such a sweetheart, and here you were in front of him finally, and oh…

There was no way San was letting you leave after this trip without him getting his hands on you.

“Wanna thank you for being so good to my daughter.” The smile on his lips contradicted his words. Like his body knew that the lie he just told was ridiculous. This had nothing to do with Arin. And he knew that. He wanted you for you. He wanted you for himself. Even if that makes him a bad, bad man.

You whimpered, you wanted to kiss him, but that means the line would officially be crossed, and there would be no going back. Your lashes fluttered, and his chest rose and fell, his hands came up, and his calloused fingers traced feather-light patterns on the back of your neck.

But before anything could happen, you could hear your name being called in the distance. “(Name)! Dad! Bonfire’s good to go!” 

Quickly, you and San separated with the speed of opposing magnets. You scrambled onto the pier as San stayed in the water, laughing at your frantic attempt to get back on land.

You sneered at him and stood up as your friend ran onto the pier. She saw how soaked to the bone you were and scowled. “Dad, did you push her in? He always does this shit…” he walked over and stared down her dad who was oh so innocently climbing back onto the dock.

“Nope, she got scared and fell into herself. Honest. I think she’s just a little jumpy.” You wanted to kick him, how did he act so innocent like he wasn’t the one who almost jumped your bones in the lake?

 Arin stuck her tongue out at her dad and turned to you. “Cmon y y'all will dry up by the bonfire really quick.”  You watched as she walked away, turning your head to see San’s eyes trained on you. The look in his eyes wasn't anything short of hot-blooded. You stayed for a moment, feeling like even if you moved an inch, he’d grab you and have his way.

His tongue clicked, and he nodded his head at the house, a grin creeping onto his lips. He walks past you as he speaks, a hand coming down and squeezing the side of your waist like an encouragement to move.

 “C’mon, sweetpea, snap out of it.”

You sat in a wooden rocking chair around the pit, the woods dark and looming all around, with the only source of light being the roaring fire in front of you. Arin sat to your left, rambling about a trip she took out of state with her sorority, scrolling through her endless gallery, insisting on telling a story for every picture.

Unfortunately, you were unable to focus. The fire dried all the lake water from your body, but not the wetness between your thighs. Your skin burned, and as you flicked your eyes over to San, who sat directly across from you two behind the fire.

As Arin talked, San’s eyes stayed locked on you and you alone. A stare hotter than the fire itself. Anytime Arin looked up from her phone, San’s eyes switched over and gave her his full attention. But every time she looked elsewhere, his eyes were all over you.

Tracing up your legs, staring at your tummy, up your torso, back onto your eyes. This was too much. He literally would not stop staring. It was taking every ounce of self control San had to not jump up and snatch you up, drag you beyond the tree line, and fuck you on the forest floor untl you were crying from overstimulation. All he wanted to do was play with you. Get his big, rough hands on your soft, pliant body. To have you writhing and bending at his will on his sheets and putting every orgasm you’ve ever had to shame.

If anyone needed to snap out of it, it was San. His fingers twitched as he forced himself to stay still. He found it so cute, the way you refused to look at him too long, or you’d get overwhelmed, thighs shifting in your seat, and your hands playing with the string on your shorts.

This went on for what felt like forever, San continuing to tease you when you looked at him, whether that be him playing with his big hands, measuring his fingers with his eyes locked on yours. Or playing with his belt buckle, the metal clink was quiet against the ambience of the forest, but loud in your ears. Just when you decided you had had enough and wanted to go to bed, San suddenly stood, clapping his hands.

“Well, ladies, I will leave you to it. I’ve got shit to get done tomorrow so I will be heading to bed.” Arin immediately began to boo and mime tomato throwing at her dad.

“Old man!” She whispered, shouted. “Don't forget your Tuesday pills, Gramps.” San rolled his eyes and waved her off. “I’m sure you’ll understand one day, you young folk have got all that energy in ya. My battery runs out faster than yours.” Arin rolled her eyes in response, leaning over to whisper to you.

“Guy can’t even stay up past 9 pm, I'm worried (Name), he's already got half a foot in the grave.” You both burst into a fit of giggles, San hearing what his daughter had said.

“Now you know I am not that old. Plus, even if I'm a little up in years, I still got it.” Without missing a beat, he moved into an obnoxious pose, flexing his arms and tipping the cap on his head. “Ladies.” He flamboyantly chirped, smiling handsomely,

“Ugh, oh my god, Dad, whatever.” They laughed, the light atmosphere easing the tension around the fire.

“Alright, keep me up any longer and I'll nod off standing. I love you, honey.” he came over and planted a kiss on his daughter's head. Arin smiled and lovingly tapped his ankle with her foot. “Love you too, Dad, it's good to be home.” He began to walk away. 

 Arin did the unthinkable.

“Ahem, Dad… what about (Name)? Hmm? Not gonna tell her goodnight? Rude.” Your eyes widened as all attention was on you. The tension returned as your eyes locked with San’s again. His eyebrows raised in surprise at his daughter's remark, but quickly shifted into a lazy smile.

“Of course, how rude of me. So much for southern hospitality.” San walked over and reached his hand down, squeezed your shoulder, and placed a chaste kiss directly on your forehead. “Goodnight, peaches.” He stood, waved, and walked into the darkness back to the house.

He was totally doing this on purpose. Teasing you in front of Arin. It was like he enjoyed seeing you embarrassed. Your best friend never made a note or commented on his behavior, seemingly accustomed to it, as if this was just how he was. Really friendly.

You sat huddled next to Arin, enjoying the sounds of crickets and owls from deep within the wood, the wind blew the orange flames of fire every which way like a frantic dance. It wasn’t until late into the night that you both decided to retreat to bed. You both stood, Arin extinguished the fire, and you both began walking back to the house.

Walking in the front door, you shut and locked it behind you, discarding your shoes on the front porch. The front entrance was barely illuminated, just a candle mounted on the wall in the kitchen, the light spilling from around the corner into the foyer. It was silent, just the wind from outside muffled and the occasional creak of the cabin settling. Arin walked down the hall, turning and making her way to the bedrooms. You followed close behind, almost unnerved by the unnatural stillness of the home.

Arin walked into the bedroom you two were sharing, turning on the lamp on the nightstand by the bed. You both began your respective night routines. Skincare, pajamas, medications.

You sat on the edge of the bed, watching Arin wrap her hair in a silk wrap.

1 day down. 5 more to go. You almost asked Arin if she could take you back to the city so you could call an Uber home. You would say you were sick or that your mother slipped and fell back home. When really you just knew you would feel like the worst person on the planet if you lost your moral compass and fucked her dad.

When she finished, you stood and closed up the drawers and picked up anything off the floor. A far-off rumble of thunder groaned from outside, the wind picking up and swaying the tree leaves in a graceful dance. 

You glanced over at the nightstand, an alarm clock sat next to the lamp.

11:23.

Arin sat at the top of the bed, shimmying under the covers while you lay on the other side, closest to the nightstand. You looked over at her, genuinely happy that she had thought of you when she was planning her vacation home, but you sincerely wished she hadn’t.

Or did you?

Too much thinking for so late into the night.

You turned to look at her, a nearly apologetic look in your eyes. “Thank you again for taking me with you, Arin. It's so refreshing to get away from the city. My lungs feel cleaner already.” Arin smiled and lay down under the comforter with her phone on her chest. 

“Who else would I take silly. Thank you for being so cool around my dad. I know he can be a little much.” She smiled embarrassedly, shrugging her shoulders. Oh, she had no idea. You reassured her with a gentle punch to her stomach.

“He’s not any worse than you are.” Arin’s mouth fell in mock surprise at your teasing.

“You just wait until I’m awake enough to care.” She narrowed her eyes at you, turning around with a giggle to settle into the bed.  You turned your upper body to switch the lamp off, shrouding the bedroom in darkness.

“Goodnight, Arin.” You rubbed her shoulder lovingly, returning the gesture by squeezing your hand. “Night, Name.” The wind howled louder outside the cabin, another crackle of thunder boomed in the night, the sky opened, and the rain began to fall, fat droplets hitting the roof like a soothing white noise. 

The alarm clock glowed an eerie, aggressive red on the nightstand.

2:13.

Arin slept soundly beside you, a loud crack of lightning that cast a bright white light about the room. Shadows splayed on the wall, and the house shook slightly. Your throat was so dry if you tried to take a breath, you would for sure choke. You needed something to drink.

Standing from the bed quietly, careful not to wake her up, you draped the comforter back over her and smoothed over your spot.

In nothing but a black tank top and athletic shorts, you stood by the entrance to your room, peering down the dark, looming hallway that led to the kitchen. The lone light in the kitchen cast shadows surrounded by warm, glowing light. The sound of the AC buzzing faintly in the background as the rain beat against the roof and windows. Silently shutting the door behind you, you made your way down the hall with one mission. A glass of water and a breather.

You walked to the kitchen sink, grabbing a cup out of the cabinet and pouring yourself a glass. You tipped your head back and chugged the glass, the cold water soothing your headache and chilling your insides. With a deep sigh, you set the glass on the counter. You rubbed your eyes, sleep overtaking you again as a yawn bubbled up.

You looked out the window that was placed above the sink. The outside world was dark, the rain pattering against the glass, and the droplets racing down the pane. The wind blew branches from trees around the perimeter of the house, causing them to beat against the walls and windows. A cacophony of different sounds that melded together to harmonize into a sleep-lulling white noise.  

“Hey, peaches…” Soft lips pressed against the shell of your ear as the smell of pine and vanilla engulfed your senses, an arm wrapped around your waist while the other gripped the sink, caging you against the counter. A broad chest pressed against the back of your head as the hand around your waist pressed its fingertips into your lower abdomen. 

San kept his voice quiet, like you were in a bubble, and the slightest noise too loud could burst it. “What’re you doin’ up so late, babydoll? Can’t sleep?” he whispered it teasingly, like he was making fun of you in your ear.

You craned your neck back to shoot him a glare. His eyebrows raised at your expression, before he relaxed at the promise that you’re about to give him a challenge. You looked back at the window in front of the sink. “I’m sick of all your teasing, Mr. Choi. I can’t tell-” the arm gripping the sink came forward and curled before pressing against and around your throat, gentle enough not to restrict airflow or hurt you, but just enough to warn you that he could if he wanted to

The hand holding your waist traced little circles on your abdomen, pressing down every now and then before slowly grazing down further until it played with the strings on your shorts. Twirling them around his thick, rough fingers.

Your head spun at his sudden decision to put you in a headlock, your eyes whipped down, and all you could see was the bulky muscle of his forearm curled around your throat so possessively, you almost let your knees buckle underneath you. His lips oh so gently nipped at the lobe of your ear, kissing down your neck and back up again.

“Aww, baby’s tired of the teasing?” His hand slipped past the waistband of your shorts, dancing over the hem of your underwear. “Want me to just ruin you already, huh? Is that what you want, sweetpea?” His fingers slipped past the waistband of your underwear, tugging away from your skin before letting it snap back against your flesh with a quiet pop. 

You nod quicker than you would have liked to, your body answering before your brain could rationalize your thinking. He laughed under his breath at your eagerness, then used the hand from the arm around your neck to grip your hair in his fist. He held it, guiding your neck to angle downward so your lips were pressed against his bicep.

“Bite down for me, baby.” You hesitated for a moment before opening your mouth, closing your teeth around a spot on the muscle, instinctively running your tongue along the spot to soothe it. San winced, barely, before dipping his fingers past the waistband of your underwear and cupping his hand around your pussy.

“Gotta keep you quiet, sweetheart. Don’t need your pretty little noises being heard. Be good for me and keep it down, and I’ll make you feel so good.” 

You furrowed your brows and focused on the feeling of his finger dragging up between your folds, stopping to massage your clit in slow, sensual circles. Your jaw tightened its grip on his arm, the muscle flexing in response to the stimulation. 

San dragged his finger back down, slipping his middle and ring finger inside of you, your thighs squeezing around his wrist in response as his arm slightly tightened around your neck. You moaned into his arm, your own hands coming up and gripping the arm snaked in your shorts and subtly but not so subtly ground your clit against his wrist as he fucked his fingers into you, working you open and trying to perfectly hit that breathtaking spot inside you.

Deep in your cunt his fingers curled just perfectly, grazing your g-spot and causing a full body shiver to travel through you as your clit bumped the palm of his hand simultaneously. 

San pressed his open mouth against your cheek, mocking your heavy breathing and whining teasingly with his own voice, smiling when you clenched around his fingers. His eyebrows knitted to copy your pleasure ridden face. God if he only had a mirror in front of you both right now.

“Nasty, nasty girl.” He clicked his tongue, pressing the pads of his fingers against that spongy spot inside of you, rubbing in pressurized circles. Your voice began to slip, the feeling too intense, toes curling as you drooled all over his bicep.

“San… oh my god, so good…” your head lolled back, no longer bothering to silence yourself as the rain outside grew so heavy it felt like the house was encased in TV static. 

San groaned, moving his arm around your throat and gripping your neck with his hand. He angled your head up and leaned his head down. Tracing his lips against yours as he continued to work further to your orgasm with his fingers, his lips slotted with yours desperately. You let yourself whimper and cry into his mouth, his tongue sliding down your throat and drinking your sounds up happily. He nibbled on your bottom lip, grinding his palm against your clit and massaging your spot harder.

“That's it. Don’t worry about anything else. Focus on that feeling. Focus on me.” His thumb rubbed into the side of your throat soothingly. A fire flickered in his eyes when he looked into yours and watched the way you practically melted at the look he gave you. And that was all he needed before he whipped you around to face him, slipping his fingers out of you.

He ripped your shorts and underwear down and off your legs, tossing them somewhere into the darkness of the kitchen. His arms hooked under your thighs and lifted you up… up.. Until your legs were on his shoulder. He had you high up on the wall, back pressed against the cold wall. His big hands sank into your plush thighs as he held them on his shoulders, his face snug between your legs. He was standing… holding you on his shoulders like you weighed nothing.

You went rigid for a moment, for being so high up, and San between your thighs. It all happened so quickly.

His hot breath was clouding your cunt, the warm feeling causing your thighs to shiver and your eyes to roll in anticipation. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly in warning, his eyes meeting yours for a second.

“Quiet. I just need to taste you, just once… one time.” He buried his face in your soaked cunt, his nose bumping against your clit and his tongue sucking like a fucking man starved. Like he was drinking you.

Your whimpered crackled from your chest in no time, your hands flying to his hair to get a grip so you wouldn't fall off his goddamn shoulders. “Sannie.. Nghmm… can’t stay hah.. Quiet..” The noises were obscene.

The slurping and the wet open-mouth kisses. He would close his plush lips around your clit and suck like his life depended on it, which nearly pushed you over the edge in seconds. You were dripping down his chin, drops of your slick, and his saliva fell onto his tank top. Just filthy.

He ground deep into your cunt, shaking his head side to side feeling your body jolt every time his nose grazed your clit. “Gonna come for me, peaches?” he whined into you. “c’mon, you can do it. Give it to me, I need it… please. Please, baby, please.” Your fingers tightened their grip on his hair as you started to feel yourself falling apart, a breathless and silent “cumming” being mouthed by your wet lips.

“Yes. Yes,” he moaned into you like a mantra, coaxing you through your orgasm and helping you come down. San quickly let your body drop so that now your legs were wrapped around his waist. He carried you hurriedly through the living room, down the hall, and into his room, right across from Arin’s. His room was dark, the only light coming from his window when the sky lit up with lightning. 

He laid you on the edge of his bed, ripping off his tank top and lifting your legs up so your ankles rested on his shoulder. The view was gut-wrenching. His tall, rippling body. He looked so smooth, the ridges in his abs and his pecs so perfectly shadowed, it was like he was painted. His arms held your leg open on and his shoulder as he craned his neck to the side and looked you over like he wanted to snap you in half.

His legs hidden below the bed, but the sight of his hot, thick cock laying on your stomach nearly had you reeling. The pink tip twitched against your belly button as San did everything in his power not to start humping himself against your tummy.

One hand traced up your stomach lightly, around the peaks of your nipples, up your neck, and up against your lips. 

“Open.” San commanded, tapping his fingers against your cheek. You complied, feeling as he slipped his fingers in your mouth onto your tongue, pressing down.

 He leans forward, his chest grazing yours as he rests his forehead against yours. He guided his hips backward and angled the tip of his cock against your slick cunt.

“Shhh,” he whispered against your skin, pressing wet kisses on your ear. With the patience that San didn't wholeheartedly believe he had, he pushed himself inside of you. He pulled back to get a better look at him sliding in, but he paused, transfixed,

He stared at where you two connected, your cunt hugging him for dear life. He twitched inside of you before inching in more, opening his mouth to let out a low, perverted groan.

“She's takin’ me so well, sweetheart. Swallowing me up so good…” His fingers curled down into your mouth when he bottomed out inside of you. His tip is sitting heavy right against your spot. Your eyes rolled, and you could clench at the feeling of him twitching in you.

San winced and brought a hand to grip your right hip, his thumb spreading over your stomach to your belly button and kneading your tummy gently while he held your hips down against the bed, He bit his bottom lip, eyes flicking up to yours in desperation before moving back down and locking his gaze back on your pretty pussy,

“Fuck, dont move babydoll. I’ll cum…. Just.. mmmf… be still. Let me…” he stayed still for a second, before pulling his hips back and moaning out loud and the slick sound your pussy made. He slid back until his tip was the only thing inside of you, before rolling his hips and burying himself back in you deeeeepp.

Your whole body twitched and your hands came up to grip the wrist of his hand that was currently fucking your mouth with his fingers. Every roll of his hips had your whole body shuddering in pleasure, and still his eyes stayed glued at your cunt. He was mesmerized by the movement, watching his own abs roll as your stomach slightly bulged every time he pushed back inside. In and out, in and out…

San forced himself to rip his eyes away from where he pistoned inside of you. He lolled his head back and squeezed your waist even tighter, slipping his fingers out of your mouth and placing his hand on the other hip. He dragged your body up and down on his dick dropping his head back to stare at your body so pliant and willing for him.

The hands on your hips gripped you with iron strength, as San used your body as a fleshlight, fucking your cunt down on his cock, You took the sight before you in, San completely fucked out, pussydrunk.

His skin glistened from the heat of your bodies, stray strands of hair stuck to his forehead and covered his eyes, and the tip of his tongue poked past his lips as he focused completely on getting you where you needed to be. His abdomen rolled into yours so smoothly it's like he was dancing, his whole body shoving itself deeper into you, closer to your body.

He pushed your legs down so that your knees were bent and pressed against your chest, effectively folding you in half. His cock sank impossibly deeper inside of you, pulling a deep guttural groan from you.

Quickly, San pressed his lips back on yours, swallowing your cries with his mouth and licking soothing patterns into your mouth. He was so deep in your guts it felt like he was touching your ribcage, the way his body covered yours underneath him, his hands holding your legs up.

“Hush, baby, you’re being so loud. Be a good girl for me and hold it in, please, mkay? You can do it. Take it deeper, I know you can sweetpea...” He pistoned his cock into you, his head roughly kissing that spot deep in your tummy that had your back arching and your breathing staggering.

San’s bedroom was hot, and San’s body engulfed yours like you were all his. He rested his forehead against yours and his eyes roved down your body arriving back down to where his cock slipped in and out of you so smoothly. So deep and so determined. His eyes remained glued to the sight once again. His head swam with all the nasty things he wanted to tell you. To do to you.

Obsessed was an understatement, he adored watching himself slip in and out of you, the way you sucked him in so eagerly, the way your cunt dripped for him, a thin creamy ring around the base of his cock.

He locked eyes with you again, his hand squeezing around your throat, the spots of your peripheral vision slightly blinking out as his other hand came down and slowly rubbed slow circles on your clit.

San bit his bottom lip, watching as your face contorted into a cock drunk expression, not even caring to keep yourself quiet as he continued rubbing deliberate circles on your sensitive clit.

His hand cupped around your mouth and pressed down, his eyes boring into yours in a silent warning.

“What happened, baby? You were doing so well keeping it down.” He pouted mockingly at your pathetic attempts at silencing your moans. “Can’t take it after all, huh?” A particularly targeted thrust knocked the wind from your lungs for a second, nearly pushing you into your orgasm. “Answer me, peaches.”

But you were all fucked out, San was turning you inside out on his cock, and all you could think of was his name, and how badly you wanted him to fuck a baby into you.

His mouth lowered to your throat, kissing up your neck before landing by your ear.

“Can I cum inside you pretty baby please? Please?” He groaned, biting the shell of your ear lightly, continuing to fuck you into his mattress like he needed you to breathe.

He moved his hand away from your mouth, allowing you to answer.

“Im- ngh ah! On the p-pill. Oh, San, yes, yes, please inside, please!” Before you got too loud, San pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans in lingering, deep kisses. Slow and sloppy, his eyes rolled back as his eyelids fluttered shut.

“Yeah, c’mon beautiful...” He sighed into your mouth, slowing his hips and aiming directly for that stomach-wrenching spot inside of you, deliberately rolling his hips to repeatedly and heavily press against it. So quick it was unbelievable, your orgasm crept up your spine and curled around your stomach.

“Right there, right there, right there…” You prayed into his mouth, eyebrows knitted in concentration. San laughed, sucking on your bottom lip as he moved the hand on your clit up to press his entire palm on your lower stomach.

“Right here?” He tilted his head as his eyes remained glued to your face, watching every single little change in your expressions, enamored, with a sinister smile on his flushed face. “Cum for me sweetheart. Let me have it.”

He pushed down, the pressure becoming too much as your body spasms for a split second, before the orgasm crashed into you.

San kissed you even deeper, trying his hardest to muffle the sounds that spilled from your pretty, swollen lips, his groans falling down your throat and nearly drowning out your own. His whole body twitched, and he finally let go, his hands gripping you so tight as he came so deep in your guts you felt him in your chest.

“Taking it all so well.” He pulled from your lips, his hips rolling gently to work you through your high. When your legs finally stopped shaking, he slipped out of you with slick, vile slowness, his eyes stayed glued as he watched his cock slip out of you, moaning quietly to himself when his tip popped out and his cum began seeping out of your cunt.

His eyes flicked up to you, splayed in his sheets, hair messy, drooling, chest heaving with exertion. So pretty for him. He crawled up the bed, coaxing you to lift your head on the pillow. He chuckled at your fucked out state. “When you can find your feet again, Bambi, we can go take a shower. I’m sure this old man did a number on you.”

You glared at him, his expression nothing short of goofy, pulling a smile from you. “Stupid.” You mumbled. San smiled back, hands reached forward and gripped the sides of your face, pulling you into a slow, deep kiss. He pulled back with a wet pop.

“Smile all pretty like that and ‘m just gonna have to fuck you again, sweetpea.”

Your heart stuttered before it dropped, suddenly remembering the predicament you were actually in. 1 day down. 5 more to go. Just how fucked were you?