thank me this way ⚰︎ c. eunwoo
𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗘 𝗡𝗢. 𝟬𝟬𝟯 차은우 after a night out at karaoke with your friends, you're way too drunk to trust a stranger, so you call your brother–but his best friend picks up instead. and he wants compensation for keeping your little secret. ⓘ smut-ᴍᴅɴɪ: brother's best friend ⋆ nonidol ⋆ asphyxiophilia ⋆ dom!eun ⋆ blackmail ⋆ cnc ⋆ teasing ⋆ fingering ⋆ cock choking ⋆ degradation ⋆ risk play/agoraphilia ⋆ unprotected sex cha eun-woo x youngersister!reader ⋆ 4.1k
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A chill ran over your bare shoulders as you stumbled out of the karaoke bar with your three friends
“You sure you don’t want to catch a ride with us?”
“Nah,” you waved, “I’ll just call my brother.”
“Alright, —a/ya, get home safe!” Ha-eun-ah laughed.
“Yeah, you as well!”
Seoul nightlife was at its peak now, but for you, the night was over. You had first semester classes tomorrow and you couldn’t be late lest you missed something important.
You unfolded your phone and swiped up, scrolling through your call log before tapping on Sobachka, the name you had your brother under.
The phone rang… and then rang some more.
What the hell was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he picking up?
You clicked your tongue, scoffing and pulling your phone away from your ear to shoot off a nasty little text.
Hey! What the hell?
21:00
Answer.
21:00
You gasped, caught off guard when the phone rang again, the name Sobachka appearing across the screen.
“Yo.” You spat, “Why didn’t you answer?”
Something like clothing moved around the phone’s speaker, but no other response came.
You heaved a sigh and ran a hand through your hair. “Come get me already. I’m sending my location.”
You ended the call, your intoxication having more to do with your frustration than him.
You waddled to a bench near the road and plopped down, blinking back the exhaustion that threatened to pull one over on you.
Time seemed to pass by in increments of messages.
You almost here?
21:12
Hey. Answer
21:13
Hey Ji-hwan!!!
21:14
I’m on my way.
21:21
About time
21:21
Childish.
21:25
Hey!
21:25
What did you call me?
21:25
Hey!
21:26
Answer!
21:26
A vehicle pulled up beside you and then one final message came through.
Get in.
22:27
You mimicked the message under your breath, but stood on wobbly feet and trudged over to the car anyway. The windows seemed more tinted than you remembered, but maybe you really were just out of it.
You yanked the passenger door open, ready to make this car ride hell.
“Hey!” You shoved your head through, expecting to find an ugo behind the wheel.
Instead, you found Eun-woo blinking, face near expressionless. “Didn’t you see my message?”
Your glare shifted, and instead of furrowed, your brows raised. What was he doing here? Weren’t you just texting Ji-hwan?
Yes, it was Ji-hwan’s number—there was only one sobachka in your phone and it wasn’t who sat before you.
You swallowed your confusion for now, feeling all the adrenaline rush out of your system—leaving you standing awkwardly on the side of the road, hovering over the black camry.
He lowered the bluetooth in his car right before you asked, “Ji-hwan, where is he?”
“At your house.” His eyes drifted down, taking in your outfit.
Something turned behind his head, you could see it working in real time. “Stop staring.” You huffed, trying to act like his attention didn’t affect you.
You slid into the seat and buckled in. “Let’s go.”
Eun-woo kept his steady gaze on yours, and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why.
Your breath caught in your throat when he suddenly reached over the passenger seat. His face was inches from yours and you knew he saw the way your body tensed against the pressure of his arm pressed against your chest. He smelled like coconut and something expensive, like he was trying to give off a certain perception of himself. He didn’t usually smell like this—was it selfish to say you preferred him this way?
His muscles flexed through his black long sleeve, sending a thrilling shiver up your spine. You held your breath and his gaze, though your bottom lip seemed to wobble, giving away your secret that wasn’t really a secret at all.
The way he was looking up at you like that, didn’t he know what it did to you?
You forced your eyes away just as he pulled your door shut.
Oh…
So that’s why he…
Might as well smear red lipstick over your nose and call it a fucking night.
He straightened in the driver seat, but didn’t shift the car into drive. Instead, he was watching you, mimicking the way your eyes held his. “You’re so bold, —a/ya.”
“Am I?” You shifted, turning toward the passenger side window. “Why? What makes you say that?”
Air burned through your nose when his cold fingers tapped your thigh. “Wearing something this exposing at this time of night?”
“So what?” Your gaze sharpened. Was he seriously about to get all noble on you?
He fixed his attention on the road ahead and moved the car into drive. “Then again, maybe you’re just stupid.”
One of your eyebrows twitched, but it seemed to go unnoticed because instead of responding, he was returning the volume back to what he’d had it at before. It was a song you didn’t recognize, dark and sensual. Something you might’ve found at a niche strip club.
“Hey.” You spat. “You keep calling me names, I’m gonna tell Ji-hwan to beat you up.”
Eun-woo snorted. “Right. As if he wouldn’t scold you first.”
“And why would he do that?” You folded your arms, frowning at the obvious idiocy of his comment.
Eun-woo pulled the car into a shopping mall parking lot, steering toward the back. “Are you seriously asking that? Look at what you’re wearing—you’re saying Ji-hwan would be okay with you going out like that? You’re parents would have a field day—”
“Hey!” You shouted. “I know it’s revealing—but leave my mom and dad out of this—of course they’d be mad, what parent wouldn’t be? Seriously.” You scoffed. “Why do you think I called Ji-hwan? Oh yeah—and why do you have his phone? Were you the one who called me back? You were weren’t you—admit it—”
“You talk too much, I’m getting a headache.” He winced, rolling his neck as if to relieve some stress.
“This bastard.” You muttered under your breath, leaning your head against the heavily tinted window, ignoring the glare he shot you.
“You need to learn to respect your elders.”
“Elders,” your laugh was dry, “Right. Don’t flatter yourself, you’re only a year older.”
“You used to be so…” he bit back whatever he was going to say next—shaking his head, sighing heavily. “I can’t believe you thought Ji-hwan would be okay with this.”
“Why should it matter what he thinks?” Your voice rose, “Everyone keeps doing this—treating me like I’m a kid. I’m not even in fucking high school anymore!”
“Yeah,” his tone was flat as he pulled into a stall, secluding you from the other cars in the lot. “That’s what you keep saying.”
“Because it’s true.”
“Is it?” He watched you from beneath those dark eyes. You swallowed, taking a mental step back to calm yourself. He was looking at you like—how could you even describe that expression? It was almost… dark amusement? God, he looked amazing—why did he always have to look like that? Always and even now in those sweats, he looked like Sin incarnate.
You averted your gaze, running a hand through your hair as if the action could provide any sort of distraction—it couldn’t.
Your breathing grew audible as you attempted to steady your quickening pulse. Your cheeks burned, but you still said, “I told you it is… So it is.”
Eun-woo was quiet for a few seconds, and you just knew he was watching you. The silence stretched to an impossible amount of awkwardness and unfortunately, the tension did nothing to quell your brain hitting overdrive.
You shifted again, hating how his mere gaze had your thighs clenching to suppress an insatiable need.
“Show me.” He said, still watching you from that far away perception.
“What?” Your mouth fell open just barley, “What do you mean—
“Show me how much you’ve grown.”
“I don’t—” your stutter was cut short by your own surprise.
Eun-woo reached over, and gripping you by the shoulders, pulled you into his lap across the middle console. You yelped, trying to push him back.
“What the hell?”
His laugh was lower—darker—now that you were hearing it from right above your ear. “You said you weren’t a kid anymore, right?” He moved his arms under your exposed thighs, sending a coldness through you. “So I said prove it.” Your face burned the color of a very specific pepper—and from more than just the alcohol.
A squeak fell out of your throat—a sound you’ had never—not once—heard come out of your mouth.
Between your thighs, your panties grew in moisture. Eun-hoo pressed nothing innocent against you, and through your mini skirt, you could feel him hardening.
“Tell you what,” his fingers were like coals across your cheek, tapping your nose like this was one of those little games you played when you were in Elementary. “I don’t tell Ji-hwan about tonight—or your parents—and you’ll do whatever I want you to.”
It was almost unnerving, the way he spoke as if he was asking nothing more than to borrow notes from class. That scent of his drifted toward your nose. Coconut again, and something darker. Your face contorted—what was this? A threat? “You’re—what’s it called—ugh.” You grabbed your head, an ache passing over.
“Do you agree?”
“No—” your response was immediate, “––absolutley not.”
“Why not?” Your eyes flashed as he tightied his hold, grinding slightly into your ass.
“Cuz it’s…stupid.” Your words were slow—a contemplated and unsure mutter.
“But if you don’t, you’ll probably be punished.”
Despite yourself, you paused.
He was right.
But was it really worth all the trouble just to avoid a scolding and maybe curfew privileges for a few weeks?
You hesitated. Eun-woo couldn’t want something drastic—he wasn’t that type of person. Besides, you’d known him forever—even if you weren’t really friends, he had always been around. He wouldn’t aks you to do anything you didn’t want to—he wouldn’t ask you to do something dangerous…
Would he?
“...what do you want?” You kept your voice low and steady, fighting through the intoxication—though you were sure no amount of water could have flushed it out of your system as fast as this situation had.
“I told you.” You could hear the bullshit arrogant smile in his tone. He was so hot—he always had been—but God was he annoying. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
You scoffed. “You think you’re in some K-Drama or something? Do whatever you want, that’s what you said. But for how long?”
His reply flew off the tip of his tongue like it’d been waiting there for quite some time. "Indefinitely."
Your eyes went wide. “Hey––that’s insane!”
“Is it?”
The question took on a new meaning now as one hand slipped up your skirt. Eun-woo ran the tips of his fingers across your entrance, probably taking immense pleasure in the way your breath hitched.
Was he serious? That’s what he wanted? Your body shuddered as a shiver ran down your spine; your thighs clenched both chasing pleasure and hoping to snuff the need out. Your jaw locked and you ground out, “Eun-woo.”
“Hey, —a/ya.” Your nostrils flared when you exhaled through your nose. He laughed above your ear, almost mockingly. “Scream for me, will you?”
You pushed yourself up, palms pressing against his hard abdomen. He couldn’t be serious. There was no freaking way.
“Eun-woo—” one finger pushed into you—your response was immediate.
Your walls clenched around his digit—long, slender—and dammit you could feel all of it. Your breathing grew shallow when he added another. “What’s going on? Hey, —a/ya, tell me, what’s wrong?”
It was the fact that he sounded genuinely confused—like he didn’t know he was the exact reason you were holding your breath.
“Hey, —a/ya. I told you to scream, didn't I?”
You swallowed at his tone. It was dark and cruel—like nothing he’d ever sounded like before.
Where was the Eun-woo from childhood sleepovers? From middle school study groups and high school trips?
Your gasp could be heard over the music, louder than your shitty karaoke performance earlier tonight. Eun-woo dragged his teeth over the tip of your ear; one hand wrapped around your waist, the other still eliciting filthy sounds.
Your back pressed into his chest, and your hips moved against his palm. He trailed his tongue down your cold shoulders and his hand disappeared under your top to grab your chest through your strapless bra. Your head fell back and your moans carried across the bass as his fingers continued their deliberate movements.
He hummed, but it sounded more like a chuckle.
Then, he stopped.
One second he was pleasuring you against your will, the next: watching you trying to pretend you didn’t hate the emptiness he’d left.
Was this real?
It still seemed like a dream. Maybe you were shitfaced, still sitting on that bench in front of the street. Maybe you were already in your bed at home, snuggling with a pillow between your legs, and Eun-woo was just an illusion. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d had a dream like this…
But it felt so real.
He let his nails graze the edge of your throat, right above your pulse. “Remember what I said?”
Your thighs clenched, chasing the orgasm you’d just been denied.
“Hey, —a/ya. Listen—” you choked on your own spit as he ripped your thighs apart. “I told you, didn't I? This only works if you listen to me. Think of this as how you thank me for keeping this dirty little secret. I’m being pretty generous here.”
“Shut up.” You huffed, hating out your body screamed at you to just listen. Sure, you wouldn’t mind this in your head! Because in your head nothing was this fucking awkward! In your head, you could never feel this humiliated. You looked up, glaring up at him through the window even though his reflection was hardly visible. “You had no right—”
“Denying it, yeah?” He smiled. “That’s just like you… But —a/ya, that was the deal.”
“I never agreed—
“Your body did.” One arm adjusted so that he could tangle his hand in your hair. Soft and loose as it normally was, it was tangled now—knotted, and as he yanked your head back, you hated to think of how much sweat had accumulated across it.
“—a/ya,” his breath sent another shiver down your back. “I need an answer.”
“If I say no?” Your voice trembled in the same manner your thighs were.
His smile against your neck was predatory. “Then I’ll have to accept that. But, I’d also have to explain to your parents the state I found you in tonight. I mean, that’d only be right. I couldn’t lie to them, could I? Then they wouldn’t trust me.”
You growled under your breath, but your heart wasn’t in it. Sure it was an asshole thing to do—and if it were anyone else you likely would have just said no… Your eyes nearly caught his through the tinted dashboard. It wasn’t anyone else, though. It was Eun-woo. “You talk too much.”
He raised an eyebrow, still waiting. You couldn’t care less how soft he looked on the surface—that act he put on? How had you not noticed it before? Your face pinched. It’s always the nice ones.
You let your eyes shut for just a moment, breathing in, just to sigh out and say, “Alright.”
“Hmm?”
“Damnit Eun-woo—
“Yes, —a/ya?.” His nails dug into your neck, “Go on, I’m listening.”
Your eyes sharpened and your face began heating up. Eun-woo hovered his head over yours. His tone had completely altered. Was he doing that on purpose? But then why did he look so cocky? Your bottom lip wobbled and through the tinted dashboard, you could somehow tell the fire in his gaze was growing.
“Whatever I say: you do.” He repeated.
You would have turned your head away and scoffed, but his hands had restricted your ability to do that.
You could only narrow your eyes, hoping that would get your thoughts across. His hand curled, tightening. Was he trying to fucking kill you? Jesus!
“You don’t need to talk, there's a better way to use that filthy mouth.”
He pulled the seat back, and despite everything, you had to muffle a laugh when the reclining took longer than expected. With everything that had happened so, it seemed so mundane—someting he most definitely had not taken into consideration. Eun-woo remained dead serious, which only fueled your snorts. It was so goofy, how could you not laugh?
But Eun-woo didn’t find it funny at all.
“Are you laughing?” You shook your head, but when he forced your head to the side, a little smile appeared. He smiled back, but it wasn’t normal. “You’re cute, but you’d be much more attractive on your knees.”
He shoved you to the floor without giving you time to process his words. He leaned back, trapping you around his legs in the cramped space. “Go on.”
A crease formed in your brow, still not yet taking him at face value. Apparently, he could see that in the way you blinked. And that was a problem.
He watched you expectantly, the pressure of his stare almost like a magnet, pulling your hands toward his bulge.
Your fingers tugged at the strings of his sweats. He was closer now, right in front of you, and despite how the darkness clouded his face, it was clear to you Eun-woo had never been joking.
On your knees—the pedals of the toyota threatening to part your ass every time you scooted back too far—you pulled the top of his sweats down, allowing his black boxers to appear below.
You could smell him, precum and all—and you agonized over how it had your pussy riding the cock of a ghost.
He gripped the back of your head, eyes sparkling. He was like the devil, gorgeous, tempting, and sure to damn you in the end.
The worst part, though? You didn’t care about that last one.
His cock sprung up and you palmed him. Could he tell you it was your first time? Was this his? Did it matter in the grander scheme of things? Not really.
Eun-woo hissed when he hit the back of your throat for the first time, the first real sound of pleasure he’d allowed to be heard. He let you pump him, admiring the way your pretty nails moved up and down just to make him feel the way he did—and when your lips wrapped around him? Dammit if it wasn’t taking an immense amount of self control to keep his hands to himself.
He lifted his hips into your mouth, and even in the absence of light, you could tell he was turning red. He lost the internal battle with himself and wrapped his hands around your head, shoving himself down your throat. Eun-woo seemed to forget you had to breathe—or maybe, he just didn’t care.
He shuddered around you, disregarding the tears forming at your eyes. His groans mixed with the your gagging. The torture felt neverending—maybe you would die here. Would you really be okay with that? Your soiled lace said yes.
You coughed when he stopped moving out of nowhere, mouth still full of cock. He must have taken pleasure, watching you like that as his hot seed dripped down your throat.
He was still hard when he pulled out, eyes tracking the cum around your lips. You were dripping on the floor of his car, clenching around nothing.
“What else should I make you do?” His brow creased and he looked thoughtful. The change in his demeanor should have left you speechless, but that wasn’t why you kept quiet.
Your throat was sore, but more than that—he had told you to shut up. Not technically, but you knew that’s what he’d meant and you were too exhausted to argue.
“Come here.” He pulled you up, bending forward so as to not hit your head on the roof. “Take them off.”
He didn’t explain, but he didn’t have to. You knew that look—had only ever seen it in pornos, in dramas… Never on him though.
You inched your lace down, watching Eun-woo watch the way it slipped over your thighs. “Now sit.”
Your eyes went wide. He couldn’t be serious.
But he was.
He’d been serious when he first proposed the idea—when he’d first decided to blackmail you.
Eun-woo spun you around and parted your thighs, measuring up his tip. The moment he pulled you back would be stuck in your head until you lost consciousness. Your scream must’ve been palpable throughout the entire parking lot because he wasted no time in slapping a hand over your mouth.
“Could you shut the fuck up?” He sounded annoyed, but something was different. Annoyed, yes, but also… Strangled? Maybe he didn’t have as much control as he thought he did. Maybe you could somehow crumble them. Wouldn’t that be fun?
Your walls built a castle around him as he reclined the seat forward again.
“Keep your head down.” Any sound that spilled from your lips got caught and muffled by the palm of his hand. His tone carried an odd mix of uncertainty and confidence. He'd always spoken that way, but this time, it felt entirely different.
“Hey—” you braced yourself against the car as he moved the gearshift into reverse. The little jerk forced you to swallow him further. “Hey, this is dangerous—Eun—”
“I don’t remember asking you to speak.” His fingers bruised your cheek as he gripped your jaw, voice curling into heated authority above your ear. “So just ride me like a good girl while I drive you home like the gentleman I am.”
Eun-woo pulled the car around the parking lot and onto the streets again, watching the road. When the first stoplight approached, he shifted the car into park, wrapped his hands around your waist. You wriggled around him and, whimpering when his cock moved in and out of you. It was like a punishment with how slow he fucked you. Anger mixed with lust pooled in your lower stomach every time your pussy swallowed him like a starving pet.
It was like this whole thing was have a humiliation ritual and you were the main attraction. You must have been a masochist because you were just letting it go on. You buried him further, when he had to drive, craving that moment where you could let everything go—even if it were just a few seconds.
Bent over the middle console, body all contorted, you coudlnt’ see out the window, but you new this turn. Yu had made it a thousand times.
“Hey—” The bastard. He really drove you home. “Eun-woo–what the hell?”
He ignored your cursing, knowing by now, your pussy must have been stretched to a point where you’d gone almost numb to the feeling of him inside. Was that possible? Eun-woo smiled to himself. Maybe. Maybe not.
Well, he’d find out eventually.
“Hey—are you crazy?" You tried to turn—wanting him to see just how furious you were.
He didn’t give you what you wanted. He carfucked you and then took you home. What kind of sick game was that?
Eun-woo turned his head as he shifted the car into park. “You’re annoying.”
“Annoyng?” You scoffed— “Fine.—” You started rolling off him, ready to never speak to him again. What an asshole. Seriously. God you were embarrassed!
“Hey,” he forced you back down, impaling you with his cock. “What are you doing, I’m not done.” He thrust into you, earning a moan.
So she can still feel me.
He smiled.
Good.
“—a/ya,” he cut your words off with a tug of your hair. “You shouldn’t be so loud. You wouldn’t want your parents to see what a ruckus you’re causing.”
“So what?” You choked.
“I’m glad you asked,” your hair pooled over your shoulders when he let go.
His hands reached under your skirt, pulling your thighs apart, and then, he lifted you up, the feeling curling around you like a tortuous memory—but instead of that slow, aching pace from before, Eun-woo gagged your lower lips just as he had the ones on your face. The reverberation of flesh meeting flesh filled the silence. Your juices mixed with his, dripping all around his seat.
Wet, sticky sounds mingled with your moans. He was thick and long, and he knew just what kind of things to say. It was like he’d fucked you a thousand times already, like he knew the ends and outs of how your brain operated.
You could hear his grunts—he seemed so unbothered before, but now it was like he was barely holding everything together. And when he cursed, the words breathless, you finally understood. Eun-woo had pictured you like this before. How many times before? You couldn't say. But the fact was there.
It was you he wanted.
And it was you he would have.
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