we are a beautiful disaster, but selfishly i don't care about the wreckage as long as i get to keep consuming you.
(박성훈 x fem reader) what are you waiting for? you got me lost in the clutch of you, and what's worst to know, i got a girl at home and my baby loves me more. what are you waiting for? ‘cause maybe her loving me with much wont do ─ lavender sunflower
༄❣︎ ─ psst hello, this was supposed to be longer i swear but i’m thinking of doing a longer part 2 with the full version of how it all started plus maybe some jealousy from both sunghoon and reader ? i’d like to see yuri catching on a little too ?? idk <33 let me know if that’s something you guys would like to see.
content advisory cheating, toxic relationship dynamics, toxic sunghoon (reader is too), jealousy, possessiveness, infidelity
smut advisory oral (fem rec), cunnilingus, pussy eating, dirty-talking, teasing, sunghoon swallows readers cum, masturbation, mention of virginity loss, sunghoon cums in his pants, sneaky, mentions of sunghoon’s girlfriend, no p in v sex (yet ;) basically just porn with plot <33
“i’m serious yn, you make the best fucking cookies” sunghoon groans taking another bite, eyebrows stitched together at the taste. he usually gets like this.
you lean forward on your kitchen counter, chin in your hands. “you think so?” a small smile makes its way across your face when he nods, wiping the crumbs off his sweatpants.
“that’s good to hear” you stand up straight now, busying yourself by putting away trays— attempting to clean up your kitchen at least a little before your parents get back.
sunghoon just watches you from your counter, swinging side to side on your kitchen bar stool. there’s a comfortable beat of silence between you two as you wash up.
having been best friends for years now, you enjoy each others company— even if it’s just this, silence.
his eyes drape over your figure taking in your outfit for the first time tonight.
you’re dressed in that little black mini skirt that sunghoon always says could be mistaken for a headband, along with a white blouse, the first two buttons undone— exposing a little cleavage but not too much that it’s obvious.
he clears his throat, you turn off the sink.
“why are you all dolled up tonight anyways?” curiosity gets the best of him. his phone buzzes in his pocket but his eyes stay locked on your back until you turn.
“i’ve got a date” you answer, drying your hands with your kitchen towel. you’re not nervous to tell him. he’s your best friend after all. sunghoon raises an eyebrow.
“a date huh?” he nods to himself running a hand through his messy dark hair. he’s trying hard to look unbothered, “with who?” you shrug.
“this guy i’ve been seeing”
he follows you into the living room, standing tall behind you, his cologne now stronger. “do i know him?” your breath hitches at his tone, low— careful. you turn to face him, your eyes scanning his stern face, he looks frustrated? you frown. “yeah his name’s jungwon, i think you two have math together?” sunghoon’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek.
“yeah we do, chill guy” without another word he plops himself on your couch, legs spread comfortably, right arm draped along the back, like it’s his own house. which technically it is. you two basically grew up together— many memories, play dates— in this house. it was like a second home for sunghoon.
you sit down beside him, eyes on the clock beside your tv— your parents should be home any minute now, and jungwon was scheduled to pick you up at half nine. you called sunghoon to come over to keep you company in the meantime. you two had been so caught up with school work you hadn’t hung out in a while.
sunghoon agreed, of course— he always did. coming straight to your place after his shift. his phone buzzes again and this time he decides to check it.
you raise an eyebrow at him, “yuri?” his eyes meet yours. yuri was sunghoon’s girlfriend of six months. it’s safe to say the two of them were in love.
he took her out often, bought her flowers every weekend, complimented her daily even posted her all over his social media. it was hard to understand though, because all the things he had done for yuri in the past six months, he’s been doing them for you for years.
sunghoon takes you out at least once a week even if it’s just to the movies. he buys you flowers when he knows you’re sad or on your period. he compliments you without really thinking about it. and it’s safe to say he has many pictures of you on his social media, maybe even more than yuri. pictures of you all dressed up, some of you completely caught of guard but it’s when sunghoon thinks you look the prettiest.
at first yuri had a hard time adjusting to you and sunghoon’s dynamic. but sunghoon would always reassure her that you two have always been close. he always told her—
“yn’s like a sister to me”
and because yuri loves sunghoon so much, she pushes down the ugly feeling that tangles in her chest when she sees the two of you together in the halls, laughing at another inside joke that she wouldn’t understand even if she tried.
sunghoon only nods throwing his phone beside you on the couch, “yeah i’m supposed to be at hers right now actually” your smile falters a little. “why’d you come here then?” sunghoon shrugs his shoulders like it’s obvious, “you asked”
“aren’t you at least gonna reply?”
sunghoon sighs leaning his head back on your couch, legs instinctively spreading wider, he turns to look at you again, a playful smirk on his lips, eyes dark.
“she can wait” you feel your stomach flip at his words. his eyes trail down to your blouse, then down to your long legs in that tiny skirt. he stares shamelessly, sucking in a sharp breath.
“plus jungwon should be here soon” he leaves his sentence hanging. almost— suggestive. and you pick up what he’s putting down almost too quickly. you let your own eyes travel down his frame, sprawled out on your couch. his biceps tight against that black compression shirt. paired with his grey sweats that look dangerously inviting.
okay maybe you left out another thing the two of you get up to before you go on dates.
you throw your head back, thighs clamping around his head when you feel sunghoon’s tongue lick the length of your dripping slit.
“shh baby need to make sure you taste good remember?” he murmurs against your heat.
you notice something flash in sunghoon’s eyes as he stares up at you from between your legs, the prolonged eye contact making you melt against your couch. he only grins at you, and you can’t do anything but gasp and whine as his tongue swirls around your clit— his large hands gripping your thighs, holding them open for him.
sometime about nine months ago— you had come to sunghoon with a problem. a problem most people wouldn’t dare to whisper in an empty room.
but sunghoon being the friend he is, well, he noticed something was off with you. and he had pushed and pushed you to tell him what was wrong. said it’s not healthy to keep everything inside.
you had just rolled your eyes.
you remember that night so vividly, you were getting ready to go to your boyfriend at the time— heeseung’s— house. sunghoon was laid lazily on your bed, scrolling through his phone.
tonight was the night. you and heeseung had talked for months about. you agreed to let him take your virginity. and even then, when you were coating your lashes with mascara, your stomach was in knots. you and heeseung only ever made out, occasionally dry humped at most, but that’s the furthest you two got— never anything beneath clothes.
sunghoon knew all this— he was your best friend after all, you told him everything. he knew about tonight, being the big night. he had teased you all day about it. and if anything it was just making you more nervous— all the while heeseung was blowing up your phone, telling you how excited he was to see you, feel you
you slammed your phone down on your vanity hard, running a hand through your long dark hair. sunghoon noticed, he sat up on your bed, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you pace back and forth.
“what the fuck is wrong with you yn” sunghoon chuckled a little concerned. you only huffed, standing in front of him.
“i’m scared” you admit, lips pouty. sunghoon smiled, his heart skipped a beat. of course you were scared— you’d never done anything like this before.
“you’re gonna be fine yn, i promise you’re overthinking it, the first time is always scary” his hands flailed about as he spoke, a habit he always had while reassuring someone, a habit that always made you smile.
“no god it’s just—“ you sighed loudly.
“c’mon baby tell me what you’re scared about” sunghoon’s hand reached out for you and you shuffled closer towards him, letting him sit you down on your bed beside him.
“i guess more than anything i’m just—“ you don’t let yourself finish, scared you’ll sound ridiculous. but sunghoon only pried more. “tell me yn come on, it’s only me”
so you made him promise he wouldn’t judge you. he complied immediately, linking his pinky with yours. you took a long shaky breath before you spoke again.
“i’m just scared that i won’t—god i can’t say it” you threw your head into one of your pillows— your face flushed, too shy to face him, and sunghoon could only laugh, rubbing your back.
“tell me with your head in the pillows then baby” you whined louder at the nickname.
“i’m just scared i won’t taste good” the words come out muffled by the pillow— faster than intended. but sunghoon picked up on every syllable. and unfortunately for you, he laughed, that same annoying laugh he did when you tripped during hop scotch in second grade.
you immediately sat up, hitting him with your pillows. “what? what’s so funny?” sunghoon laughed a little softer now, “nothing— nothing” he shrugged, his hand heavy on your thigh.
“it’s just— well i personally never imagined you tasting bad” his eyes scanned your face for any kind of reaction. you didn’t give him one right away, instead you repeated his words in your head. processing them.
“you’ve— you’ve imagined me? how i taste?” you gulped, throat gone dry. sunghoon’s eyes were locked on yours when he nodded, slow. he looked nervous. almost like he was scared he was crossing a line, which technically he was, i mean you had a boyfriend.
but sunghoon doesn’t mind crossing that line if you’re willing to hold his hand and cross it with him. you’d never seen sunghoon in this light. i mean, sure you’d thought about him a few times— late at night. wondered what his lips would feel like, what he’d sound like moaning your name.
but that night, your room was dimply lit by a small yellow lamp, resting in the corner of your room that seemed to highlight his sharp features perfectly, his jaw—dangerously sharp, his lips perfectly soft. but what was making your chest hurt was the way he was looking at you. like he’d just confessed a deep secret of his.
he gulped once, mouth opening and closing a few times before he finds the courage to speak— break the silence. wondering what he could say to ease the tension. “uhm— why don’t you just you know, taste yourself?”
you groaned softly, “i tried but i just don’t think i’m a reliable source you know?” his thick eyebrows furrowed a little, a soft crease forming between them. “what do you mean?”
“like i just wish i could get someone— that’s willing to be one hundred percent honest with me, to you know, taste me just once! and tell me how i taste, is that crazy?”
“i just don’t know how i’m gonna enjoy heeseung eating me out if i’m not even sure what i taste like. i mean it’s different everday, what if tonight is bad?!”
sunghoon swears he forgets how to breath the moment those words leave your mouth. he just stares at you, mouth a little agape. and before he can stop himself— he’s talking. taking a chance.
“i could— you know, taste— taste you?”
your head turned to him slowly, head racing with a thousand thoughts, you could hear your heart thumping louder than ever. did he really just say that? he watched your expression carefully. “make sure you taste good for him— heeseung, i mean” he cleared his throat.
that night the two of you started something really, really fucking stupid— that neither of you were sure was possible to come back from.
before each one of your dates, each date where sex is promised— sunghoon found his face buried between your thighs, tasting, slurping you up, making sure you were all good for your date.
it was to reassure you, to help calm your nerves.
that’s what you kept telling yourselves.
but somewhere down the line things shifted— sunghoon found himself encouraging you to talk to guys, selfishly finding any excuse for his head to be crushed by your thighs by the end of the week.
to your surprise it didn’t stop when yuri came into the picture, it was wrong and you knew that. but why did he have to be so fucking good at it? i mean technically it isn’t cheating if nothing goes inside, right?
even now— this is your first date with jungwon. obviously you aren’t going to have sex with him. yet here sunghoon is— lapping at your folds like a dog in heat. sunghoon hums against you, moving his head side to side— completely devouring you, the sensation making your toes curl.
sunghoon’s on his knees before you, one hand rubbing himself through his sweatpants, the other pushed down on your lower tummy, thumb reaching to rub at your clit, circling it slowly. his phone continues to buzz from the sofa beside you, he rolls his eyes mentally knowing it’s yuri. probably asking him where he is, why he isn’t replying.
you moan louder each time it buzzes, a reminder that sunghoon is choosing to be between your legs— eating you out, knowing he should be snuggled up with his girlfriend right now.
“hoonie— yuri” he smacks your thigh at the mention of her name, fucking his tongue into you, wriggling it around inside of you before pulling away, chin and mouth covered in your juices.
“text her back” he’s breathless— so are you. you reach for his phone, unlocking it with ease,
“what do i say?” you open her chat, hundreds of messages appearing. sunghoon bites his lips, his eyes glued on your pussy— completely gone, still rubbing himself through his sweatpants.
“tell her there’s traffic” sunghoon whispers, his nose brushing at your clit, you smell so good— sunghoon can’t believe you even doubted your taste for a second because him?
his mouth moves closer to you, like your pussy is a magnet pulling him in. you comply, shaky fingers typing a reply before you throw his phone again— grabbing his hair and reconnecting him with your heat. “addicted to this pussy baby” sunghoon is eating you out like he has all the time in the world, like he doesn’t have anyone waiting for him at home, like you don’t have a date on their way to your house.
“so good at this hoon” you gasp when he focuses in on your clit, sucking and licking with broad strokes, enjoying the reaction your body is giving him— hips bucking against his tongue.
“holy shit” your nails did further into your couch, letting out a lewd moan when you arch your back. sunghoon moans against your core at the noises your making for him, hand sliding into his sweatpants. you can’t take the pleasure, head thrown back against the couch, mouth agape, eyes shut. sunghoon scowls against you “eyes on me baby, watch me eat this pussy”
you whimper when he pulls back to blow cool air between your legs, your thighs shaking, more slick oozing out. "all this for me?" he cooes, going down to kiss your soft lips. and you can’t do anything but nod.
sunghoon swears he starts salivating, he licks his lips before diving back in— like he was made to do this. he’s completely pussy drunk. tongue circling and flicking while his nose bumps upward against your clit, his tongue sliding past your walls, fucking you with his tongue.
you can only cry out in pleasure, embarrassment flooding over you at the sloshy sounds your pussy is making. his eyelids are resting heavy, looking up at your parted mouth and pink cheeks, soft tits bouncing through that blouse when you grind against his mouth.
his hand moves faster under his sweatpants, he knits his brows at the sensation. close to cumming at the feeling of your pussy on his lips.“best thing i’ve ever fucking tasted” he kisses your lips again— fully making out with your pussy now. your eyes roll back at how sensitive you feel.
you can feel the warmth pool into the pit of your stomach, a coil winding tight with each stroke of sunghoon’s sinful tongue. you pant harshly as your hips start to stutter, the pleasure gnawing its way at your insides. your thighs shake and clench around his pretty face.
“hoon, hmpf gonna cum— shit”
sunghoon keeps his focus, skilled tongue eating you up just right, holding you open with one hand when your thighs shake, the other hand matching the pace of his tongue under his sweatpants.
“yeah? cum then— come on baby, cum all over my fucking face” your body shudders in ecstasy as you scream his name, your walls clenching as you cum— hard.
sunghoon only groans when your orgasm hit his tongue and chin, the sweet taste of you lingering in his mouth sends him over the edge— he cums in his pants, all over his hand with a deep growl. he wastes no time lapping up your juices— he’s earned it after all.
he nods below you, satisfied with his work. he pulls away slowly, watching your hole clench around nothing, the soft light of your tv making your pussy glisten.
“you taste sweet baby, all ready for your date”
there’s silent for a beat, the only noise being your heavy breathing. sunghoon picks up your panties, wiping his cum from his hand on the lacy fabric. it’s when you both hear your front door unlock that sunghoon curses under his breath. your parents are home.
he helps you put your panties back on— pulling down your skirt. sunghoon stands up straight adjusting himself in his sweatpants discreetly, face flushed and covered in your juices, he grabs his phone shoving it in his pocket.
“i should go— yuri’s waiting” you only nod following him to your back door so he can sneak out swiftly. “enjoy your date sugar lips” he winks, wiping his chin dry, before he steps out into the cold air.
“goodbye sunghoon” you roll your eyes— closing the door behind him, you press your back against the door, taking a long, shaky breath. suddenly becoming hyper aware of sunghoon’s cum pressing against you through your panties.
you two are too far in to stop.
“yn, sweetheart, we’re home— are you ready for your date?” your moms voice echoes through the hallway and you whine, shutting your eyes.
right, you have a date tonight.
jungwon should be here any second actually. you already know the date wont go well, because like all your dates, you actually look forward to the before more than the actual date.
the before being sunghoon between your legs.
you’re fixing your hair and blouse in the mirror before you when your phone vibrates. it’s sunghoon.
“yuri’s in the bathroom, can still taste you on my tongue;)”
