后 after hours — p.sh au 小时
黑穗病 ─── "I missed this" your idol bf is always busy, after finally getting home he took advantage of every second to do what he missed.
ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ needy!dom!sunghoon x fem!reader
ⳇ w/c: 5.7k
㰙꯭ؚۣۙۗ㰛꯭ؚؔ 𝓦arnings: MDNI, smut, rough sex, degradation/praise, lots of marking, hypersexuality, boob sucking/playing, oral sex (m! , f!), mild ass play, finger fucking, overstimulation, overwhelming sex, hands kink, choking, silencing behavior, spanking, unprotected sex, size kink, creampie, several rounds, bigcock, lmk if moree
𝓡ina's note: really would have liked to make it longer, but my brain is blank n fried lol. i hope u like it, reblog or like if u do<3
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You hear the soft click of the door at exactly 11:07 PM. The apartment is dim, only the warm glow of the living room lamp and the low hum of the TV filling the silence.
Sunghoon stepped inside. the heavy oak door shut behind him with a dull thud, instantly locking out the frantic, loud world he had been trapped in all day.
His broad shoulders were visibly heavy, curved slightly inward under the weight of sheer exhaustion after a brutal, non-stop schedule. he looked smaller in the dim light, stripped of the stage lights.
He was wearing loose, black sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his lean hips. with a slow, fluid motion of his left hand, he pulled off his dark beanie, ruffling his messy, dark hair with a quiet, tired sigh that seemed to come from the very bottom of his lungs.
You're curled up on the sofa in one of his old shirts and tiny sleep shorts, legs tucked under you.
The moment he appears, you turn your head and smile softly, warmth blooming in your chest at the sight of him. even tired, he looks unfairly handsome—sharp jawline, those piercing eyes that always seem to see right through you.
"Hey" you said softly, your voice a gentle, welcoming thread in the quiet room.
You uncurled your legs, your bare feet padding silently over the cool hardwood floor until you were standing right in front of him. "Long day?"
Sunghoon's gaze, usually so guarded and sharp in front of the cameras, softened just a fraction the absolute second it landed on your face.
He didn't smile outright—he rarely did when he was this spent—but the tiny corner of his mouth twitched upward in that subtle, almost painfully shy way he only used when he was genuinely relieved to see someone.
When he was glad to be home.
"Yeah" his voice was incredibly low, a rough, gravelly baritone that sounded like it hadn't been used for anything other than repeating choreography counts for the last five hours. "schedules ran late again. the filming took forever."
His voice is low, a little rough from disuse. he lets you approach, and when you reach up to help him shrug off his jacket, he murmurs "you didn't have to wait up."
"I wanted to" you replied with a small smile.
You reached again, your fingers gently brushed a stray, damp strand of dark hair away from his forehead.
His skin felt cool, almost icy to the touch from the midnight wind outside. "you look completely exhausted, Hoon. sit down. go to the couch, i'll heat something up for you."
"You're too good to me" he said, the words slipping out almost under his breath.
There was a faint hint of teasing dryness in his tone, that typical cold-mocking edge he used as a shield, as if he were actively mocking his own rare display of softness.
But despite the dry comment, he obeyed.
He dropped heavily onto the leather couch with a deep, dramatic exhale that sounded like a surrender.
His long legs spread comfortably across the rug, and he leaned his head back against the cushion, his throat exposed, closing his eyes as the warmth of the apartment finally began to seep into his bones.
In the kitchen, the soft glow of the microwave light illuminated your face as you reheated the dinner.
While the plate warmed, the quiet whirring of the appliance filling the space, you poured him a tall glass of ice-cold water, knowing how parched he always was after practicing.
When you walked back into the living room, carrying the steaming plate, Sunghoon sat up a bit straighter.
The essence of the food seemed to wake his senses, and he accepted the plate from your hands with a small, appreciative nod.
"Thanks" he muttered, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief second.
You settle beside him, close but not crowding. he eats quietly at first, the only sounds the clink of utensils and the TV.
After a few bites, he glances sideways at you. "you ate already?"
"Mhm. saved the best portion for you, though." you smile, reaching out to rest a hand on his thigh.
He didn't pull away from the contact. instead, his free hand came down, his long, pale fingers covering yours briefly. his thumb brushed over your knuckles in a rare, incredibly shy gesture of pure affection before he caught himself.
"Bossy today" he teased lightly, that playful, mocking edge creeping right back into his voice along with a faint smirk. "making sure i eat like i'm a kid."
"Someone has to" you shot back playfully, nudging his shoulder with yours. "you'd completely forget to feed yourself if i didn't remind you."
Sunghoon chuckled softly—a low, genuine sound that vibrated right through his chest.
He shook his head, looking down at his plate. "maybe. but i remember the important things." His eyes flicked back up to you, holding your gaze meaningfully for a heavy, silent second before he returned to his food.
You smiled, leaning over to rest your chin on your hand as you simply watched him finish the meal.
The apartment felt entirely quieter now, softer, as if the rest of the chaotic world completely faded away the exact moment he walked through that door. this was your safe place—and it was his, too.
"Tell me about practice" you say gently. "you mentioned the choreo was rough today?"
Sunghoon swallows a bite and leans back against the couch, legs spread comfortably.
"Yeah. that bridge part in the new song… i kept missing the timing on the turn. Jay kept laughing at me." he gives a small, self-deprecating smirk, the kind that makes his sharp features look almost boyish.
You let out a loud laugh, the sound echoing beautifully in the dim room, and Sunghoon just watched you, his smirk softening into something so deeply tender it felt like a promise.. "sounds like a very normal day, then."
"Mhm." He takes another bite, chewing slowly. after a moment he glances at you again, his tone quieter. "it's nice coming back to this. to you. i don't have to pretend here.”
The words hang heavily in the narrow space between your bodies, incredibly simple but heavily weighted with a raw, rare honesty.
He is someone who spends twenty-four hours a day performing perfection under blinding stadium spotlights, but here, the ice melts entirely.
You reach out across the couch fabric, slowly brushing your fingertips over the smooth, cool skin of his wrist. he doesn't pull away.
Instead, with a soft, deliberate shift, he turns his palm upward and lets his long, elegant fingers slowly intertwine with yours for a few seconds—a quiet, shy display of affection he rarely ever risks showing outside these four walls.
"You don't have to pretend with me, ever" you murmur, your thumb lightly rubbing the side of his hand.
He nods just once, his dark eyes softening until the cold glaze completely vanishes. "i know. that's why i like coming home to you."
The conversation drifts lazily after that, rolling out in a comfortable, unhurried rhythm.
He fills the quiet room with more details about the practice studio—mimicking the members' chaotic inside jokes, explaining with a small huff of a laugh how Heeseung kept deliberately messing up the vocal lyrics during the bridge rehearsal just to make everyone break character and laugh.
He talks about how the performance director praised his facial expressions during the centerpiece turn but kept instructing him to loosen his shoulders a bit more.
In return, you share the quiet pieces of your own day: a funny interaction involving a coworker, the new specialty café you decided to try near your office, and a few thoughts on the book you're currently reading.
At one point, Sunghoon sets his empty water glass down on the wooden coffee table and turns his torso toward you, a sudden, playful glint sparkling in his eyes. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?"
You already start groaning. "Hoon, no—"
"Because he was outstanding in his field" he finishes flawlessly, his face entirely deadpan, though the very corner of his mouth twitches upward into a rare, incredibly shy little smile that crinkles the edges of his eyes.
You let out a louder groan, burying your face in your open palms to hide your expression, but you're laughing entirely too hard to conceal it. "that was absolutely terrible. i genuinely can't believe you actually said that out loud with a straight face."
He shrugs his broad shoulders, looking immensely pleased with himself for breaking your composure. "You laughed. so it worked."
His amused expression slowly shifts, his dark gaze lingering on you as it traces the way his massive, oversized shirt has slipped entirely off the curve of one of your bare shoulders.
The playful edge in his eyes deepens into something slow, focused, and heavy. "you look incredibly cute like this, by the way. wearing my clothes... hair messy... absolutely no makeup on. it makes me want to just keep you locked here forever."
The compliment feels casual on the surface, but the sudden, deliberate drop in his voice sends a distinct, warm shiver straight down the length of your spine.
You can feel his eyes tracking lower, pausing on your bare thighs and the raw hem of his shirt that barely covers anything the second you shift your weight on the leather cushion.
He doesn't say anything more about it yet—he just sits back, letting the thick, electric tension hang in the air, slow and utterly delicious.
Needing to break the spell before your face burns completely red, you stand up from the sofa to gather his empty plate and cup, carrying them over to the kitchen.
As you run the tap, rinsing the ceramic under the stream of warm water, you feel his presence right behind you before you even hear his footsteps on the hardwood.
Sunghoon leans casually against the marble counter right next to the sink, his long arms crossed over his chest, watching your movements in a heavy, contemplative silence.
The air in the kitchen instantly feels five times thicker.
"You really waited up for me again" he says softly, almost as if he's speaking to himself rather than to you.
There's a subtle hint of that teasing, slightly mocking tone he loves to hide behind, but it's completely wrapped in a deep, undeniable affection. "you're entirely too nice to me. it makes me feel incredibly spoiled."
"I like spoiling you" you reply quietly, turning off the tap and reaching for a clean towel to dry your hands.
When you finally turn around to face him, he is standing significantly closer than you had expected. he isn't touching you yet, but he is close enough that your senses are immediately flooded with his scent—that faint, expensive cologne.
Sunghoon tilts his head to the side, his dark eyes studying every single line of your face the exact way he always does when he's trying to read your mind—intense, seemingly a little cold and unreadable on the surface, but radiating a deep, consuming warmth underneath.
"Yeah?" his voice drops an octave lower, turning raspy and intimate. "then maybe you should come here."
He doesn't pull you in by force. he simply waits, giving you the space to make the choice.
He lets you step forward entirely on your own terms until the front of your body is almost pressed flush against his broad chest.
One of his large, pale hands slowly comes up, his long fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his knuckles lingering heavily against the sensitive skin at the back of your neck. the touch is feather-light, but it instantly makes your pulse jump erratically against his skin.
"I missed this" he admits in a quiet, breathless murmur, his eyes flicking downward to track the shape of your lips before rising back to meet your gaze. "missed having you all to myself like this. no rush... no managers or staff waiting outside the door. just us."
You slide your hands up his chest, feeling the intense warmth of his body through the thin black shirt. "then don't rush tonight" you whisper, your voice small in the quiet kitchen.
A small, teasing smirk pulls at his lips, his eyes darkening with a sudden, heavy hunger. "careful what you ask for."
His thumb brushes your lower lip slowly, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "because once i start touching you... i'm not going to want to stop."
The promise in his voice is quiet, but it settles low in your stomach.
He leans in and presses a soft, almost shy kiss to your forehead first, then to the corner of your mouth—deliberately not giving you the full kiss you're starting to crave. the restraint only makes the air heavier.
He takes your hand, his long fingers wrapping firmly around yours. "let's go to the room. i want to look at you properly."
His fingers are warm around yours as he leads you down the short hallway, pace unhurried.
You can already feel the shift in him—the calm, tired boyfriend slowly giving way to something hungrier beneath the surface.
But he's still gentle, still that same Sunghoon who needs this safe space with you before he lets the rest of his control slip.
Sunghoon's fingers stay laced with yours as he leads you down the short hallway, but his grip is firmer than usual—possessive in a quiet way. he pushes the bedroom door open with his free hand and pulls you inside, closing it behind you with a soft click that sounds louder than it should in the quiet apartment.
The moment the door shuts, he turns and backs you against it gently, one hand cupping your face while the other rests on your waist.
His thumb strokes your cheek with surprising tenderness, but his body presses closer, trapping you between the wall and his taller frame.
There's that contrast again—romantic and rough at the same time.
"You have no idea how much i think about this when i'm gone" he murmurs, his voice low, heavy, and slightly raspy against your ear.
He leans in, brushing his lips against yours in a slow, teasing kiss before pulling back just enough to speak against your skin. "coming home... knowing you're here waiting for me..."
His hand slides down from your waist to your hip, fingers digging in harder as he kisses you again—this time deeper, more demanding.
His tongue slips past your lips, claiming your mouth with a quiet hunger. when you let out a small sound, he smiles against your lips, that mocking little edge appearing.
"Already making noise?" he teases softly, nipping at your bottom lip. "we haven't even started yet."
He walks you backward toward the bed without breaking the kiss, guiding you with both hands now—one tangled in your hair, the other gripping your ass possessively over the tiny sleep shorts.
When the back of your knees hit the mattress, he doesn't push you down immediately. instead, he pulls back and looks at you, eyes dark and intense under the low lamplight.
"Take the shirt off for me" he says, voice calm but leaving no room for argument. there's a shy flicker in his gaze for half a second, like he's still a little embarrassed by how much he wants you, but it disappears behind that hungry stare.
You obey, pulling his oversized shirt over your head and dropping it to the floor. Sunghoon's eyes drop to your bare breasts, and he exhales sharply.
He reaches out, cupping one in his large hand, squeezing it firmly while his thumb brushes over your nipple.
"Fuck… look at you" he breathes. the words sound almost reverent, but his grip tightens, bordering on rough as he leans down and latches his mouth onto the other breast.
He sucks hard, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. he pulls back to admire the wet mark he left, then sucks again, harder, clearly intending to leave a bruise.
"Hoon—" you whimper.
He straightens up quickly, covering your mouth with his palm, eyes narrowing in that cold-yet-playful way. "shh. you know the rules. keep it quiet."
His other hand slides into your shorts, finding you already soaked cunt.
Two fingers push inside without warning, curling deep. "so wet already, baby. just from a few kisses?"
You moan against his hand, hips rolling into his fingers.
He adds a third, stretching you, pumping them slowly while his thumb circles your clit. his mouth finds your neck, sucking and biting, leaving visible marks along your collarbone and shoulder.
"Easy" he whispers against your neck, voice low and slightly raspy. his breath is warm on your skin. "we're not rushing tonight. i want to feel every little reaction."
He curls his fingers lazily, pressing against that sensitive spot inside you with precise control.
His thumb continues its unhurried circles on your clit—firm enough to make your thighs tremble, but never fast enough to push you over the edge.
Every movement is measured, almost lazy, as if he's savoring the way your walls flutter around his long fingers.
Your head tilts back. Sunghoon immediately kiss along your exposed throat, then sucking hard enough to leave another blooming mark.
"You're soaking my hand already" he murmurs, a teasing lilt in his voice. there's that faint mocking edge, but it's wrapped in affection. "so pathetic for me… dripping just because i'm touching you. my sweet, needy girl."
His free hand trails up your body, cupping one of your breasts and squeezing it firmly.
He rolls your nipple between his fingers, tugging gently, then harder, watching your face the entire time. when your breathing gets louder, he raises his hand from your chest and presses his palm tighter over your mouth.
"Shh… quiet, baby." his eyes are dark, intense, but there's a soft glint of possessiveness and care in them. "these sounds are only for me."
He keeps fingering you like that for a long time—slow, deep pumps, scissoring his fingers occasionally to stretch you more, his thumb never stopping its lazy torture on your clit.
His mouth stays on your neck and collarbones, sucking and licking, painting your skin with fresh hickeys that will be hard to hide tomorrow.
Every time your hips try to chase his hand faster, he stills his movements completely until you whimper in protest against his palm.
"Stop moving" he says softly, almost sweetly, but with clear dominance. "let me play with you."
You nod desperately, tears of frustration and pleasure already gathering in your eyes. Sunghoon notices and kisses the corner of your eye, surprisingly tender for how roughly his fingers are stretching you.
"So good..." he praises, voice dropping even lower. "look at how well you take my fingers… so tight and warm. i could do this for hours."
He finally pulls his hand away, but only to bring his glistening fingers to your lips. "clean them."
You obey immediately, sucking his fingers into your mouth with pathetic eagerness, tasting yourself on his skin.
Sunghoon watches with hooded eyes, that shy-boy flush barely visible on his cheeks even as his cock strains hard against his sweatpants.
He lets you suck for a while, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, before pulling them free with a wet pop.
Then he finally guides you fully toward the bed, one arm wrapped securely around your waist.
He lays you down gently on your back, but there's nothing gentle about the way he spreads your legs wide, taking off your shorts and panties, throwing them on the floor, knees now pushed toward your chest.
He settles between them, still fully clothed, and simply looks at you—spread open, marked, flushed and breathing hard.
"So pretty like this" he murmurs, running his hands up your thighs.
He leans down and presses a surprisingly soft kiss right above your clit, then another on your inner thigh. "my pretty girl."
His mouth finally descends, tongue dragging slowly through your folds. he takes his time—licking, sucking, savoring—while two fingers slide back inside you.
The pace remains torturously slow, building the heat in your belly inch by inch. every time you get close, he pulls back slightly, kissing your thigh or your stomach until you calm down, only to start again.
He wants you desperate. he wants you shaking. and he's going to take all night to get you there.
Sunghoon keeps his mouth on you with devastating patience.
His tongue moves in slow, broad strokes through your folds, savoring every taste like he's been starving for it all day. he hums softly against your pussy, the vibration making your thighs twitch.
"Mm… so sweet" he murmurs, lips brushing your clit before he sucks it gently between them. two long fingers slide back and forth inside you, curling lazily as he works you open.
He doesn't rush. every lick, every thrust of his fingers is deliberate, drawing out soft, broken sounds from you that he quickly silences by pressing his free hand over your mouth.
Your eyes water from the overwhelming pleasure and the effort of staying quiet.
He looks up at you from between your legs, dark eyes intense, a faint shy flush on his sharp cheekbones even as he eats you out like he owns you. he adds a third finger slowly, stretching you wider, scissoring them while his tongue flicks steadily over your swollen clit.
Every time your hips try to grind against his face, he pins them down with one strong hand, holding you still. "don't move. just take it." his tone is soft but commanding— that perfect edge that makes you feel completely pathetic and safe at the same time.
He spends long minutes like this, bringing you right to the edge with his mouth and fingers, then pulling back to kiss your inner thighs or suck fresh marks into the sensitive skin there.
When you're shaking, whimpering desperately against his palm, he finally crawls up your body.
Sunghoon kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
His bare chest presses against your breasts as he settles between your spread legs.
Without delay, his hand went to the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and freeing himself.
You can feel his hard cock, heavy and hot, resting against your soaked pussy.
He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, breathing a little heavier.
One of his large hands cups your face with surprising tenderness while the other guides his cock to your entrance, rubbing the thick head up and down your slit.
"Look at me" he whispers.
The moment your eyes meet his, he pushes in — slow, steady, inch by inch.
The stretch is intense. he's big, and the size difference always makes you feel small and overwhelmed in the best way.
A broken moan tries to escape, but he covers your mouth instantly with his hand, eyes darkening.
"Shh… that's it. take all of me" he breathes, voice rough with restraint. "fuck, such a good little slut for my cock."
He bottoms out and stays there, buried to the hilt, letting you adjust while he leans down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth.
He plays with your breasts greedily — squeezing, kneading, biting and sucking hard enough to leave dark marks all over the soft flesh.
His hips start moving in slow, deep, rolling thrusts, not fast yet, but powerful. each stroke drags against every sensitive spot inside you.
Sunghoon keeps one hand over your mouth the entire time, muffling every whimper and moan while the other braces beside your head.
His gaze never leaves your face, watching every expression with that intense focus.
"You're dripping everywhere, baby… making such a mess on my cock" he groans quietly, picking up the pace just a little. "so wet you get for me. my perfect, desperate girl."
The position feels intimate and filthy at the same time.
He leans down to kiss and bite your neck, adding more marks, while his hips snap harder.
The sound of skin meeting skin starts to fill the room— wet and rhythmic. he hooks one of your legs over his waist, driving even deeper, grinding against your clit with every thrust.
When your walls start clenching around him, he chokes out a quiet curse and wraps his hand gently around your throat, applying light pressure. "cum for me. let me feel this pussy squeeze my cock."
You shatter hard, eyes rolling back, body shaking beneath him.
He doesn't stop. he fucks you through it, slow and deep, drawing out every second of your orgasm until you're trembling and overstimulated.
But Sunghoon isn't done.
He pulls out suddenly, flips you onto your stomach with strong hands, and pulls your hips up roughly.
This isn't the soft, loving version. he grips your hips hard, fingers digging into your skin, and slams back inside you in one brutal thrust.
The new angle makes you cry out, and he immediately reaches forward to cover your mouth again, muffling the sound as he starts fucking you hard. skin slapping against skin echoes loudly in the bedroom— wet, filthy, relentless.
"That's it… take it" he growls, voice low and strained. one hand stays clamped over your mouth while the other spanks your ass sharply, the sting blooming hot across your skin.
He does it again, harder, then grips your hips with both hands and pounds into you.
The thrusts are deep and punishing, his cock dragging against every spot that makes your mind go blank. he spreads your cheeks slightly, thumb teasing your tight hole with light pressure— just enough to make you clench harder around him.
"So fucking pretty… creaming all over me again already" he pants, that mocking tone mixing with raw lust. "you love when i use you like this, don't you?"
He keeps the brutal pace, hips snapping forward so hard the sound of skin-on-skin is almost obscene. his hands stay locked on your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust, completely controlling the rhythm.
No soft kisses on your back, no gentle touches— just raw, overwhelming possession.
"Mhng… listen to that" he groans, voice low and rough. "hear how wet your pussy is for me? greedy little thing."
He spanks you again, the sharp crack of his palm against your ass echoing.
You moan helplessly into the mattress, but he slowly leans forward, clamping his large hand over your mouth and nose for a second, smothering the sound.
"Quiet" he hisses near your ear, that cold, slightly mocking tone sending shivers down your spine. "you know i don't like it when you get loud. be a good girl and take it silently."
He straightens again, both hands returning to your hips.
The angle is brutal — his thick cock stretching you wide, hitting so deep it makes your eyes water. the size difference hits you hard; he feels enormous like this, splitting you open with every snap of his hips.
Sunghoon spreads your ass with both hands, thumbs digging into the flesh as he watches his cock disappear inside you.
He spanks you again, harder this time, then reaches around to slap the side of your breast for good measure. without warning, he pulls out completely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing.
"On your back again."
You obey shakily. The moment you're spread open again, he’s between your legs, shoving back inside in one rough thrust.
Missionary again, but far less gentle this time. he folds you nearly in half, your knees pushed to your chest as he drives into you with deep, punishing strokes.
The overstimulation is starting to build. you've already cum once, but he doesn't slow down.
His hips snap relentlessly, cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. sweat glistens on his toned chest and sharp collarbones. that pretty face is focused and intense, eyes locked on yours as he fucks you stupid.
"You're going dumb already, huh?" he teases, voice breathy but still in control. "eyes all glassy… my perfect girl. can't even think when my cock's inside you."
The overwhelming sensation — choking, silenced, stuffed full — sends you spiraling into another orgasm. your walls flutter and squeeze around him violently, but he keeps thrusting through it, fucking you even harder.
"That's it… cum on my cock again. make a mess."
He doesn't stop. the overstimulation turns blinding. your body shakes, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as he keeps pounding into you, deep and raw, unprotected in the best way.
Finally, he pulls out and sits on the edge of the bed, stroking his glistening cock. "Come here. mouth"
You crawl to him on shaky limbs, pathetic and eager. Sunghoon threads his fingers through your hair, guiding you down. You take him into your mouth, tasting yourself all over him.
He groans quietly, head tilting back for a moment before he looks down at you again.
"Hm… use those pretty hands too."
You wrap both hands around the thick base — your hands obvious how small they look around him — stroking what you can't fit fully in your mouth.
He fucks your throat with controlled thrusts, he groans when you gag too loudly.
"Fuck… your mouth feels too good."
Sunghoon's voice is low and strained as he watches you work him with your mouth and hands. you pull back just enough to look up at him, lips shiny and swollen, breathing heavily.
"I want you so bad, Hoon…" you whisper, voice shaky with desperation. "please… i need you inside me again."
He lets out a soft, mocking chuckle, but his eyes are dark with lust. one large hand cups your jaw almost tenderly before he pulls you up.
"Then take what you want" he says, lying back against the pillows. "ride me. show me how pathetic you are for my cock."
You crawl over him eagerly, straddling his hips.
Your hand tremble slightly as you wrap it around his thick length — the size difference making your stomach flutter.
Sunghoon watches you with that intense gaze, hands resting on your thighs at first, letting you take control for the moment.
You line him up and sink down slowly, gasping at the stretch. "Ah— fuck, you're so big…" you moan, biting your lip hard.
Sunghoon's jaw tightens, his hands sliding up to grip your waist.
Once he's fully seated inside you again, you pause.
He reaches up, grabbing your breasts roughly and squeezing them, thumbs flicking over your sensitive nipples.
Then he pulls you down toward him, sucking one nipple into his mouth hard, teeth grazing the skin as he leaves another dark mark.
You start moving, rolling your hips in slow, deep circles at first. the pleasure builds quickly, and soon you're bouncing on him, hands braced on his toned chest.
"Hoon… feels so good" you whimper, trying to keep your voice down. "you're so deep like this…"
His eyes flash with that mocking edge even as he thrusts up to meet you. "you sound like such a slut when you get loud."
You moan against his palm, the muffled sound making him twitch inside you.
You ride him harder, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the room. sunghoon's free hand spanks your ass sharply, then again, the sting pushing you closer.
"Faster" he demands, voice rough. "ride me like you mean it. show me how much you missed my cock."
You obey, bouncing faster, thighs burning. he keep playing with your breasts greedily, sucking and biting them while you move.
"Look at me" he orders. your eyes meet his and the intensity makes you clench hard around him. "…creaming all over me. my needy little slut."
The overstimulation hits as you cum hard on his cock, body shaking. Sunghoon doesn't let you slow down.
He grips your hips with both hands and starts thrusting up into you roughly from below, fucking you through your orgasm.
"Don't stop" he growls. "you're not done yet."
After a few more moments, you switch into reverse cowgirl, back facing him.
He pulls your hips down and immediately starts guiding you, spanking your ass hard as you ride him. his thumb teases your ass again, pressing in slightly while you move.
"Fuck, this view…" he mutters, voice thick. "such a pretty, ruined pussy taking me so well."
You brace your hands on his thighs, moving desperately. "Hoon— i can't… it's too much…" you whimper.
"Yes you can" he says, almost sweetly, but his thrusts are brutal. "you're going to cum again for me."
He reaches around to rub your clit, never stopping the rough pace.
Another orgasm crashes over you, leaving you trembling and overstimulated. leaving his cock creamy again.
Sunghoon flips you onto your side, spooning you from behind. He hooks one of your legs over his and slides back in, fucking you with deep, grinding strokes while one hand covers your mouth.
"You're shaking so much" he murmurs against your neck, biting down to leave another mark.
Sunghoon finally reaches his limit. he pulls you up against his chest, one hand covering your mouth as he fucks you with short, devastating thrusts.
"Gonna fill you up" he rasps against your ear. "take all my cum, baby.."
With a low, strained groan he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard, pulsing deep inside you. you feel every hot spurt as he fills you, grinding slowly to push it deeper while he rides out his orgasm.
He stays buried inside you for a long moment, breathing heavily against your neck, body trembling slightly from the intensity.
Sunghoon's grip slowly loosens. the rough dominance melts away as he carefully pulls out of you and turns you gently onto your back.
He looks exhausted — eyes heavy, shoulders slumped, the long day finally catching up to him now that the tension has been drained from his body.
"Come here..." he whispers, voice hoarse and soft.
He pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest with surprising tenderness. one hand strokes your back in slow, soothing circles while the other gently wipes the tears from your cheeks.
"You okay?" he asks quietly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your temples, and the marks he left on your neck. "i was pretty rough tonight… but fuck, i needed that. needed you."
You nod weakly, curling deeper into him. "i'm okay… just sensitive."
He hums in understanding and reaches for the water bottle, helping you take small sips before cleaning you up with a warm towel. His touches are feather-light now, careful around every hickey.
"You did so well for me" he murmurs, that shy, gentle side fully returning. "always waiting for me… always taking everything i give you."
He pulls the blanket over both of you and holds you close, legs tangled together. the exhaustion is clear on his face — eyes already half-closed, body heavy and relaxed against yours.
"Today was endless" he admits softly, nuzzling into your hair. "but now… i'm more than satisfied. i can finally rest."
His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin as his breathing slows. "stay right here with me" he whispers, already drifting off. "don't move. i've got you."
Within minutes, Sunghoon is fast asleep — completely spent, satisfied, and peaceful with you safe in his arms.
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