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pt.2 of pull me in
summary : due to bruce distancing himself from reader and seeing other women - the rest of thr batfamily has to watch her willow away.
❝TRY HARDER FRESHMAN❞
pairings: freshman!sukuna x third-year!reader
synopsis: Freshman Sukuna thinks he can charm a third-year. You say no. He’s stunned, frustrated… and somehow more obsessed than ever.
@claudrina
“You’re a freshman.”
You say it like an accusation.
Sukuna just smirks.
He’s leaning against the wall outside your lecture hall, hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie, earbuds still dangling like he pulled them out at the exact second you appeared. He’s big for a first-year tall, broad, sharp-eyed with a streak of troublemaker energy that practically radiates from him.
But still.
“A freshman,” you repeat.
“Yeah,” he drawls, “and what? You gonna arrest me for it?”
You raise a brow. “Shouldn’t you be in, I don’t know, Intro to College Skills?”
He grins, teeth flashing. “I’d rather be here.”
“Harassing an upperclassman?”
My coworker is a cheater
🎥 8:02
—♯┆박성훈 .ᐟ ༉‧₊˚. ☆
𝜗𝜚♯┆ꪻꫝꫀ ꪊꪀᠻꪮ᥅ꫀᦓꫀꫀꪀ ᛕﺃᦓᦓ .ᐟ༉‧₊˚
ᦏ᪔ husbandsbrother!sunghoon x in-law!reader
ᦏ᪔ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Feeling restless and longing for a deeper connection, a shy housewife seeks advice on reigniting her married sex life, hoping her husband will finally open up to her desires. She devises a subtle plan to create a moment of intimacy, only to realize too late that she’s been kissing her husband's brother instead. Now, caught between her feelings and the unexpected situation.
ᦏ᪔ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Vulgar words, talking about married sex life, f watching pørn to learn, messy kissing, tension build up, accidental (?) cheating, clit rubbing, pussy eating, unprotected sex, MDNI and lemme know if there’s more.
ᦏ᪔ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.8𝐊
ᦏ᪔ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: (Skip if u want, this is a long one) So a lot of things had happened during this week, my neice’s school terrorized after police fired shots at a criminal inside the school that somehow managed to get inside the elementary school of my niece and yes the kids are safe dw, we immediately went to get her too and so did the other parents. My older brother’s gf got hospitalized for dengue then, my brother also getting a high fever so I have to take care of him, yesterday I also (almost) burned the entirety of my right hand after holding a glass cup and pouring hot water that I immediately put down the floor as some of the water got on to my hands causing me to delay this post to recover but my hand’s perfectly fine now tho no severe burn or anything and I’m so free so, here it is! And thank you, thank you for the 9 followers I’ve gained, they might seem not much but to me oh IT IS THAT MUCH I’m so greatful to y’all! You can comment down if you wanna be on my tag list for every one shot I post. Enjoy reading!
ᦏ᪔ 𝐋𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐥𝐡𝐮𝐨’𝐬 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭
Being married to the most simplest man had worn you down, piece by piece. The days blurred into a monotonous routine, and beneath it all, a restless ache for something more. You loved your husband, truly, you did. But every time you tried to bridge the widening gap between you, he recoiled, shy and uncertain, as if the mere thought of intimacy was a taboo. His cheeks would flush crimson, eyes darting away like a frightened child, hiding behind a veil of innocence that felt almost too fragile for this world. And you, a bored housewife, left longing for connection, for passion, for a spark to ignite what felt like a dying ember.
As you sat across from Sunoo at your favorite café, the soft hum of chatter and clinking cups filling the background. He was casually sipping his matcha latte, green, frothy, and perfectly Instagram-worthy while you fidgeted with your spoon, feeling a little nervous about what I was about to say.
“So,” You started, voice lowering a bit, “I just feel like he’s purposely avoiding me about... you know, sex. Like, I don’t know. It’s been like forever, and it’s starting to feel weird. I mean, it’s normal for married couples, right?”
Sunoo raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip from his latte, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to gauge how serious you were. “First of all,” he said, voice flat but amused, “Ew. Why would you bring that up? But...” he paused dramatically, “Whatever, yeah. Couples do it. More often than you think. Like, more than most married couples even bother counting.”
You blinked, feeling a little embarrassed but also desperate for answers. “But still, he’s a man… shouldn’t he be the one to, I don’t know, initiate it? Or make a move?”
Sunoo snorted, shaking his head like You’d just said something utterly ridiculous. “Oh my gosh,” he said, voice dripping with mockery. “That’s why you’re almost celibate all your life, isn’t it? You just wait around for him to do the magic? Do you even know how this works? Or are you just sitting there thinking he’s some sort of shy virgin?”
You rolled your eyes, but a small smile tugged at your lips. “He’s always been kinda shy since college. Super reserved, you know? And he’s a gentleman... But I didn’t think he’d be the kind to...” You hesitated, feeling a little awkward “To actually have the balls to do it...”
Sunoo’s eyes widened in exaggerated shock, like you’d just dropped the most scandalous secret of the century. “Wait. You’re telling me, you and him are basically virgins?” He leaned forward, eyes wide with mock horror. “No way. That’s honestly kind of adorable, but also… kind of tragic?”
You blushed, heat rushing to your cheeks. “It’s not like that. We’ve kissed before, and I guess we’ve done some makeouts… but never... you know, the actual thing.”
He looked at you like you’d just admitted to some ancient, forbidden curse. “Oh my god,” he said, voice full of dramatic disbelief. “You two are virgins? No wonder you’re both so awkward about it. If I were you, I’d do some research. Like, check out some porn sites or something. You can learn a lot from those—”
“That’s disgusting, Sunoo,” You cut him off, cringing. “I would never—”
He just shrugged, smirking like he’d just delivered the greatest wisdom of all time. “Hey, your life, your rules. But seriously, if he’s not showing any signs of making a move, maybe you should take matters into your own hands. You know, do some homework. Better to be prepared, right?”
You shook your head, laughing despite yourself. “That’s gross. No way I’m doing that. Besides, I don’t think it’s that simple. I mean, I don’t want to force him or make him uncomfortable—”
Sunoo waved a hand dismissively. “Relax. I’m just saying, sometimes you gotta take the lead. Maybe he’s waiting for a sign, or maybe he’s just clueless. Either way, you should talk to him. Or, I dunno, drop hints. Or wear something sexy. Or—” he grinned “—just do the research yourself. It’s the 21st century, girl. No shame in learning a thing or two.”
You rolled your eyes again, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. “You’re impossible, Sunoo.”
He chuckled, leaning back in his chair, clearly proud of himself. “What can I say? I’m just looking out for you. Besides, it’s better to be prepared. That way, when the moment comes—”
“Which it probably won’t,” You interrupted, laughing despite yourself, “I’ll be ready.”
Both of you burst into laughter, the awkward tension dissolving into a comfortable haze of friendship. For now, at least, you felt a little lighter. Maybe you didn’t have all the answers, but at least you had Sunoo’s ridiculous advice to keep you sane.
The next morning, you found yourself instinctively searching for those kind of videos Sunoo had suggested. You knew it was stupid, embarrassing even, but you couldn’t help it. It was like some weird subconscious urge, like you were trying to figure out if you’re missing something, if you were maybe doing it wrong. Honestly, it was probably the most lurid, disgustingly dirty thing you’d ever seen on your laptop, but somehow, that didn’t stop you from craving more.
It’s normal, right? Married couples should be able to figure this stuff out, at least, even if it meant watching the most scandalous videos you could find just to get some ideas. That’s what you told yourself, anyway.
The sun had just risen, you were hunched over the laptop in a panic, trying to hide the screen behind the open tab of a cooking website, when you suddenly heard his footsteps approaching. Your heart jumped into your throat.
A low, sultry moan floated from the speakers of your laptop, an audio clip you’d forgotten to mute. Your eyes widened in horror, and you scrambled to click the “X” button, hurriedly shutting down the browser. You felt your cheeks turn hot, like flames licking up your face, as if you’d been caught doing something truly heinous.
“Oh shit,” You muttered under my breath, voice trembling slightly. You couldn’t believe you’d just been listening to that out loud, what must he think?
Just then, Jungwon’s footsteps paused at the kitchen doorway. You froze, clutching your phone in my hands like a shield.
He looked at you, eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to read your expression. You had no idea what he was thinking, was he suspicious? Curious? Confused?
“Are you… heading to work?” You asked, voice too high-pitched and defensive, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. You had argument the other day but that didn’t matter today as you could feel more of that shame almost burning holes on your face as you quickly closed the laptop lid, pretending you’d been doing something innocent.
He tilted his head, studying me like I was the most suspicious thing in the world. “Uh, yeah. Early presentation today, honey. Just getting ready,” he said, voice measured but with a hint of suspicion. Despite your argument the other day he had never really forgotten to call you by that nickname.
He paused, eyeing you a little more closely. “What was that sound just now?” His tone was quiet but sharp, like he’d caught a whiff of something off.
You stomach clenched. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, burning hotter with every second. You felt like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t, something shameful, embarrassing, a secret you weren’t supposed to have.
“W-what sound?” You blurted out, trying to keep your voice steady. “I was just looking for some new… recipes on YouTube,” You stammered, desperation creeping into your tone. “You know, for dinner tonight. Yeah, I was browsing the app—”
He looked at me skeptically, lips twitching into what I could only interpret as a mixture of amusement and disbelief. Then he leaned in slightly, giving me a look that said, ‘Really?’
You could feel the blood rush to your face. You must have looked like a guilty teenager caught sneaking snacks after curfew.
He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek despite the recent argument he had always been a gentleman... Too gentle, soft but soemhow dismissive, as if he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it today. “Alright. Well, I’ll see you later,” he said, grabbing his bag and jacket.
“Bye,” You managed, voice trembling slightly as you watched him walk out the door. The moment passed, but you felt a faint blush lingering on your cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and relief.
As soon as you heard the door close behind him, you let out a shaky breath, your heart still pounding. You reached for your laptop, ready to delete the history, but part of you wondered... Did he suspect anything? Or were you just overthinking it? Either way, you knew you should be more careful next time.
☆◜ ͡ ◝◞◟ ͜ ◞ 𝆺𝅥𝆹𝅥◞◜ ͡ ◝𝆺𝅥𝆹𝅥 ◜ ͡ ◝
Tonight, after that argument the other day, after the words left bitterly unspoken and the early morning’s embarrassing and awkward moment, you had decided. No more waiting. You would make a move. Perhaps, just perhaps, tonight would be different. Maybe this time, he would see you not as just the wife he married but as the woman still yearning to be loved, to be desired.
You spent hours preparing the house, transforming your humble space into a sanctuary of intimacy. The lights were dimmed to a soft glow, shadows dancing across the walls. You scattered delicate rose petals across the floor, their crimson hue a stark contrast against the dark wooden floorboards, leading a trail toward your bedroom like a secret invitation. Candles flickered softly, their warm glow casting golden halos and gentle shadows that flickered with every breath. The air was thick with the scent of vanilla and jasmine, mingling with the faint aroma of burning wax.
On the table, a glass of fine red wine sat beside a crystal glass, waiting patiently for you. You poured yourself a glass, the rich, velvety liquid catching the candlelight as you swirled it gently before taking a slow sip. The taste was smooth, intoxicating, much like the anticipation curling in your stomach.
You chose your outfit carefully, more like you chose to strip away layers of modesty. You slipped into a thin, silk night dress that clung to your curves, almost transparent in the dim light. The fabric was so delicate that it felt like a whisper against your skin, barely there. The lacey underwear beneath was intricate, revealing just enough, with your nipples almost peeking out above the fabric, tempting and vulnerable. Your reflection in the mirror showed a woman transformed, seductive, nervous, but determined.
Standing in front of the mirror, you took a deep breath, smoothing your hands over your hips. You wondered if he’d recognize this version of you, the bold, daring, hungry for more than just routine woman. Would he see you as the woman who dared to break free from her boredom, even if just for tonight?
Quietly, you moved through the house, your bare feet silent on the plush carpet. Every step was a small act of rebellion, a declaration that tonight was about reclaiming what had been lost, passion, intimacy, a part of yourself that had been buried beneath years of duty.
Finally, you reached the hallway near the living room where you had prepared the table. You paused for a moment, heart pounding like a drum in your chest, listening for any sign of him. The room was dark, save for the flickering candlelight that cast long, mysterious shadows across the space. You took another steadying breath, then stepped inside the living room.
The sight before you made your heart flutter, him, sitting on the edge of the couch, unaware of your presence. His shoulders were tense, head bowed, lost in thought. The room was dark, the flickering candle light from the distance didn't even reach where you were. For a moment, you hesitated, wondering if this was the right moment, if he was ready.
But then you moved, slowly, deliberately, closing the distance between you. You reached out, fingertips gently tracing his jawline before you sat on his lap, kissing his neck slowly, you thought he’d recoil like he always do when you show him a little bit of intimacy of a married couple but he seemed to just stay put on the couch, didn't even touch you nor make any sound.
“Love...” You whispered, almost needily as if making up for the argument the other day or just plainly leaning in, craving his touch. Your hands found his shoulders, and you pressed your lips to his, trying to pull him closer. But he remained still, unresponsive, his body stiff beneath your fingertips.
Frustration bubbled up inside you. You huffed, leaning in again for a kiss, this time biting his lip just a little harder, hoping to get some reaction. A low, deep groan escaped him, more intense than you had ever heard before. Maybe you had finally turned him on. You smirked to yourself, feeling a strange sense of victory.
But as you leaned in again for another kiss, the atmosphere suddenly shifted.
“So this is how you welcome guests now?”
The voice cut through the air like a knife. Your stomach clenched, and your eyes widened in shock.
You froze, mind racing. That voice, cold, rough, and so familiar was impossible. You looked at him through the dark, the flickering candle light from the distance made you finally see his face despite the dark.
Your breath caught in your throat. How could you have been so wrong? You thought you were kissing Jungwon, your husband, and now you were caught in a tangled mess with his brother sitting there with you on his lap shamelessly, silent, eyes dark and unreadable.
The realization hit you like a slap, your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and your body tenses instinctively. You instinctively pushed away from Sunghoon scrambling back on the couch.
“S-sunghoon?” You managed, voice trembling, eyes wide with panic and confusion.
As your back hit the wall where the light switch were on you finally saw him, gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin crawl. The coldness in his tone sent a shiver down my spine.
“Is this how you greet family now?” he asked again, voice low, almost taunting, as if he already knew but wanted to hear me admit it.
Your mind spun, trying to find words, anything that could explain the scene, justify what had just happened. But all you could do was stand there, trembling, caught between shock and shame, realizing how badly you misjudged the moment, and who you were really with.
“I-I didn’t know...” you muttered in embarrassment, your hand gripping the edge of your thin night dress.
“Of course you wouldn’t, I suppose you were preparing something for your husband, huh?” You wanted the floor to just swallow you right there and then embarrassed by what you did.
“I came in, the door was opened. I didn’t expect I’d be greeted with such... Intimacy from my younger brother’s... innocent wife.” He was saying the ‘innocent wife’ sound so sinful to me as if I did some crime.
“I didn’t mean to—”
"I know you didn't," Sunghoon interrupted, his voice cutting through your stammered explanation like a blade through silk. He set the glass down on the table with a controlled click. "That is precisely the point."
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees, his posture shifting from relaxed to something far more attentive. The movement brought him closer to you again, the shadow of his frame stretching across the floor toward your feet.
"If you had known, you wouldn't have kissed me."
The statement was delivered without accusation, just a cold, undeniable fact. He watched you closely, his eyes tracking the way your shoulders hunched, the way you tried to make yourself smaller in that short dress.
"But you did. You sat on my lap. You kissed my neck. You kissed my lips." He paused, his gaze heavy and unblinking. "And you didn't stop until I spoke."
That made you tighten your grip on the edge of your thin dress, you didn't know if it was embarrassment or were you curious for something he might say next.
Sunghoon didn't miss the way your knuckles whitened against the fabric. He didn't miss the way your eyes lingered on him, caught between the urge to flee and the instinct to stay.
"You're curious," he stated. It wasn't a question. His voice was low, almost a vibration in the quiet room.
Sunghoon stood up slowly walking up towards you, his steps measured and deliberate. He stopped directly in front of you, close enough that you could see the fine texture of his suit, the slight glint of his expensive leather watch.
"Most people would be running for the door right now, too embarrased to face the man after what just happened" he said, his voice dropping even lower. "But you're still standing here."
"L-look, if you're offended or something I-I’m sorry I didn't really mean to-"
"Offended?" Sunghoon let out a short, dry sound, not quite a laugh, but something close to it. "I don't get offended. I get results."
He reached out, his hand closing around your waist. It wasn't a gentle touch, but it wasn't rough either. His grip was firm, possessive, pulling you just an inch closer than you were comfortable with. His thumb pressed into the soft curve of your hip through the thin fabric of your night dress.
"You're apologizing for something you clearly wanted to do," he said, his gaze dropping to your lips again before rising back to her eyes. "That's dishonest. And I have very little patience for dishonesty."
His other hand came up, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with agonizing slowness, his touch cool and steady.
"The question isn't whether you meant to kiss me," he continued, his thumb tracing the underside of your chin, tilting your face up toward his. "The question is whether you'll do it again now that you know exactly who I am."
His eyes were dark, unreadable pools of intensity. He wasn't asking for permission, he was presenting a choice, one he already knew how to manipulate. The air between them was thick, charged with a tension that had nothing to do with the romantic decorations scattered around the room.
"Jungwon doesn't want you," he said, his voice dropping to a level so low it was almost a murmur against her skin. "He doesn't want this house, he doesn't want these candles, and he certainly doesn't want you standing here in a dress like this."
“What... what are you—” His hand at your waist tightened slightly, pulling you a fraction closer until the heat of his body was unmistakable.
You almost held your breath at that, swallowing nervously. You tried to say something but it seemed like your mind seemed to short circuited as you were left speechless as starinh at his eyes filled with curiosity and maybe... Anticipation as your heart beat loudly on your chest. You didn't know if it's because you’re nervous or were you really anticipating something more...?
Sunghoon watched you closely. He saw the way your throat moved as you swallowed, the way your chest rose and fell with increasingly shallow breaths. He saw the conflict in your eyes, the confusion, the hesitation, and something else he couldn't quite name but could certainly feel.
His thumb continued its slow, methodical path along your jawline, a gesture that was far too intimate for a man who was supposedly just a brother-in-law.
"Your heart is racing," he noted, his voice barely audible. He didn't move his hand from your jaw. "I can feel it on your neck.”
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek making your face flush. He didn't kiss you, at least not yet. He simply lingered there, occupying the space you had been trying to give to someone else.
"You don't have to say anything," he murmured. "Silence is often more honest than words."
Sunghoon’s eyes never left yours making you feel small and vulnerable against him. He could feel the heat radiating from your skin, the frantic thrum of your pulse beneath his fingertips. It was a delicious sort of power to stand this close to someone and watch them unravel without ever having to lift a finger.
"You're waiting for me to move," he said, his voice smooth and certain. "Waiting for me to either push you away or pull you closer."
He released his hold on your waist, but his hand on your jaw remained, his thumb now brushing against the corner of your lower lip. The contact was light, almost teasing, yet it carried an underlying tension that made the entire room feel smaller.
"But I'm not going to make that decision for you," he added.
He stepped back just enough to give her room, but not enough to break the connection. He folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the edge of the table she had so carefully prepared.
“I... I don’t know...” You muttered almost in whisper, torned about wanting to push him away because it all felt wrong knowing he’s my husband’s brother or pull him closer to see where it leads us.
"I know," he replied, his voice flat and devoid of judgment. "Honesty is rare in this family. You might as well start practicing it now."
Sunghoon reached for the wine bottle again, pouring a dark stream into the glass you had prepared for your husband. The liquid caught the candlelight as it flowed, a deep crimson that matched the rose petals scattered on the table. He took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving your face over the rim of the glass.
"You don't know if you want me to walk out that door or if you want me to stay," he said, setting the glass down. "And that's perfectly fine. Uncertainty is where the most interesting things happen."
He straightened up, his silhouette tall and imposing against the dim light of the room. He didn't move toward you again, but he didn't move away either. He simply existed in you space, a constant, demanding presence.
"So," he continued, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register again. "What will it be? Do you want me to leave you alone with your memories of a man who isn't here, or do you want to find out why your heart is beating like that?"
He didn't press you further. He stood there, waiting, his expression as unreadable as a blank slate. The only movement was the slow rise and fall of his chest beneath the fine silk of his shirt.
The silence stretched. A candle flickered on the table, its flame dying down as it burned low, casting long, wavering shadows across the walls. Outside, the distant sound of a car passing by was the only thing breaking the stillness of the night.
Sunghoon watched you, his dark eyes tracking every micro-expression, every tremor of your hands.
You didn’t know what has gotten to you when you walked towards him before looking up at him almost as if pleading him to do something and before you knew it you had tiptoed to reach his lips.
Every part of you screamed at you about what were you doing? Why were you kissing him like this, nasty, rough, and including your tongue you didn’t even know how to use.
The moment your lips meet his, Sunghoon's entire body stiffens, frozen in place as if time itself has paused. For a single, breathless heartbeat, he seems nothing more than a statue, cold and unmoving, his hands still resting on your waist and spine, as if holding himself back.
Then, suddenly, his hands move with purpose, sharp and deliberate. One slides from your back to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, anchoring you exactly where he wants you. The other presses firmly into the small of your back, pulling your body flush against his, leaving no space between you.
The kiss is thorough, commanding, almost possessive as if he’s marking territory long ago claimed but never relinquished. He pulls back just enough to press his lips against the corner of your mouth, his breath hot and uneven for the first time that night, a raw edge to his voice.
“You’re playing a very dangerous game,” Sunghoon rasps, rougher than before, edged with something primal, a hunger that’s been simmering beneath his calm exterior. His words are a warning, a threat, a promise.
He doesn’t wait for your response.
His mouth finds the sensitive curve of your neck, lips pressing down hard, a silent demand for you to stay exactly where you are. His teeth graze your collarbone, a fleeting, sharp sensation that sends a shock through your entire body.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against your skin, voice vibrating through you like a tremor. “Say it now, and I’ll walk out that door. I won’t mention this to Jungwon. I won’t touch you again. Just say the word.”
Your breath catches. Your heart pounds. But the words don’t come. Instead, you feel your body betray you, a trembling surrender, a fragile, trembling “I... I can’t…”
Sunghoon’s eyes darken as he looks at you in the near darkness, his grip at your neck tightening just enough to remind you who’s in control. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make the message clear, this is his moment, and you’re not walking away. Not yet.
“Good,” he whispers, almost lost against the curve of your lips. The word hangs there, heavy with meaning.
He lifts you effortlessly, his strength unspoken but undeniable, as he hooks an arm beneath your thighs and the other behind your back, pulling you up until your legs wrap around his waist. His strides are deliberate, unhurried, and steady, each step a silent assertion of dominance as he carries you toward the bedroom.
He sets you down on the edge of the bed, your shadow cast over you like a shroud. He doesn’t join you immediately. Instead, he stands there, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs with slow, precise movements, never once breaking eye contact.
“This changes everything,” Sunghoon says quietly, his voice regaining its calm, measured tone, calm on the surface, but with an undercurrent of something darker beneath.
And then, stillness.
Suddenly, his hands tighten on you, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress as he finally leans in, his lips crashing onto yours with a force that leaves no doubt that this is no longer a game of restraint. It’s a hunger that’s been simmering long before tonight.
It’s an answer, heavy, demanding, and unmistakably his.
You watch him carefully, noticing how your eyes track the way his hands move, deliberate and confident. You catch the flush creeping up your chest, the way your breathing quickens, uneven. You bite your lip, feeling the heat rise despite the cold air conditioning.
Damn, he looks dangerous right now, intense, commanding, and almost feral. When you and Jungwon used to make out, you’d still crave more, but he never quite gave you that satisfaction. Always too busy, always shy, always dismissive, never enough. And now? The memory of Sunghoon’s lips earlier, how they made you feel something wet pooling between your legs, embarrasses you, but the heat is more overwhelming. You’re trembling inside, waiting for him to make his move.
Sunghoon notices every little detail, the way your eyes flicker to his hands, the way your cheeks flush, the way your breathing deepens and quickens. He sees the nervousness, the subtle shiver in your skin. Without hesitation, he finishes unbuttoning his cuffs with precise, controlled movements.
Then, he moves closer, kneeling between your legs as you sit on the edge of the bed, filling the space around you with his presence. The air thickens.
“You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen a man before,” he says, his voice low, steady, almost predatory. His hand slides up your thigh, the heat of his palm searing through the thin fabric of your dress. “Or like you’re starving for something you’ve been denied.”
His fingers trail higher, slow and deliberate, testing the tension in your muscles, making you feel the weight of his gaze and his touch.
Sunghoon’s lips curl into a slow, dangerous smirk, the first genuine smile you’ve seen from him tonight. It’s not kind. It’s hungry. It’s the expression of a man who’s just been handed exactly what he’s been craving for a long time.
“M-maybe,” you murmured, almost breathlessly.
“That’s a good answer.”
His hand presses higher, palm flat against your thigh, the heat radiating through the silk of your dress. He leans forward, face mere inches from yours, his dark eyes burning with a fierce intensity that makes the room feel like it’s shrinking around you.
“A year,” he whispers, his thumb tracing small, agonizing circles on your skin. “A year of waiting, waiting for a man who doesn’t realize what’s right in front of him. That’s a waste I can’t accept.”
His free hand brushes the hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek, a gentle yet possessive gesture.
You feel it, the wetness down your legs, the undeniable arousal. Why? Why are you feeling this way? You’re starved, craving something you’ve only just begun to taste, and it’s overwhelming. The thin dress you’re wearing, meant to be Jungwon’ surprise, does little to hide the heat radiating from your skin. You’re not wearing a bra, just your lingerie underwear, and even though it should be cold, why does it suddenly feel so much hotter?
You’re trembling, exposed, vulnerable. And yet, you’re more alive than you’ve felt in a long time, caught in this moment, craving what’s to come.
His hand slides higher, fingers hooking into the edge of your lingerie, but he doesn’t pull it down. Instead, he holds it there, a taut, invisible wire stretched between his knuckles and your skin, electric and delicate.
“Do you want me to stop?” Sunghoon’s voice is low, almost a whisper. This is the third time he’s given you an out, and each time, he’s made it clear he doesn’t expect you to take it. Not now.
His other hand finds your waist, thumb tracing the dip of your hip bone through the thin fabric of your dress. He studies you intently, reading every tremor, every blush, every shallow breath as if mapping your body, memorizing what makes you tremble.
“You’re trembling again,” he says softly, almost to himself. “Is that fear? Or something else?”
You almost whisper back, “Don’t stop… please...” your voice breathless, trembling, desperate. You can feel your nipples peeking through the fabric, your body responding despite yourself. You bite your lip lightly, trying to hide how much he’s already unraveling you.
Sunghoon’s eyes darken, the intensity in his gaze sharpening. That raw, desperate plea, your surrender is all he needs to move.
“As you wish,” he murmurs, almost a husky promise.
Without rushing, his hand shifts with purpose, sliding the thin fabric of your dress up past your hips. His movements are controlled, deliberate, but there’s an undeniable hunger behind each one. Sunghoon’s fingers find the lace edge of your lingerie, and with one smooth, sure pull, he eases it down before throwing it somewhere in the room.
The cool air hits your skin, sharp and sudden, but it’s immediately replaced by the searing heat of his stare. Sunghoon doesn’t look away. His eyes trail every inch of the skin now revealed, devouring you in silence.
“Beautiful,” he says softly, almost a whisper, but enough to make your heart stutter. For the first time, there’s something other than cold calculation in his voice. It’s not warmth, it was far from it but it’s an acknowledgment, a subtle recognition of the power you hold in this moment.
His hand returns, palm flat against your thigh as he leans forward just enough. His fingers trail upward, slow and agonizingly deliberate, tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh until they reach the edge of your lingerie.
He watches your face, studying every flicker of sensation, the way your muscles tighten, the way your breathing hitches under his touch.
“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” His voice is low, steady, almost conversational, despite the thick tension between you.
His thumb brushes the lace, a feather-light caress that makes your breath catch. You can feel the dampness you’re already feeling, the heat radiating from your core, and it only seems to sharpen his focus.
“Tell me,” he murmurs, locking eyes with you. “How long has it been since someone actually looked at you, really looked at you like I do?”
“C-can’t remember” You replied almost breathlessly. “Then let me remind you,” he said, his voice dropping into something darker, something that promised he would not be easily forgotten.
Sunghoon’s hand moved. It wasn't a tentative touch anymore. His fingers pressed firmly against you, finding the exact point of your arousal, your clit through the damp lace of your lingerie. He didn't move immediately, he simply held you there, his thumb applying a steady, rhythmic pressure that made your hips lift involuntarily toward him.
"You don't have to remember," he murmured, leaning down until his lips were brushing your ear. "I will make sure you never forget again."
His mouth traveled from your ear down to the sensitive line of your jaw, his breath hot and deliberate against your skin.
“P-please...”
Sunghoon didn't need to be told twice. The word, broken and breathless, was the only thing he required.
His fingers moved with a sudden, commanding rhythm on your clit. He wasn't gentle, but he wasn't rough either, he was precise, each movement calculated to elicit the exact reaction he wanted. He watched your face as he did it, his dark eyes tracking the way your head fell back, the way your lips parted in a silent cry.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice a low, steady anchor in the storm of sensation he was creating. "Just like that."
He leaned forward, his mouth finding yours again, but this time the kiss was different. It wasn't a question. It was a claim. He tasted your desperation, your need, and he met it with a hunger of his own that he had long ago learned to keep tightly under control.
Then with an increasing force you felt yourself almost exploding in pleasure then when it happened, he didn’t stop until his fingers were coated by your juices.
“You came with just me rubbing my thumb on your clit, what a naughty girl...” It almost sound like a praise yet mocking at the same time, it somehow made you arouse again and before you could utter a response, he had already put both of your legs on each side of his shoulder and without saying anything, his mouth diving in towards your sensitive hole full of your juices.
You tried to back away or close your legs due to overstimulation but he didn’t let you as he continued eating you out, switching from licking and sucking down your clit making you arch on to him as he quickened his pace until you finally climaxed once again.
After coming down from your second orgasm, he wasn’t really done as he had unbuttoned his button-down shirt, throwing it across the room before he unbuckled his belt.
You didn’t know what to do but when he climbed up the bed and took your wrist, you knew what he was trying to do. He was trying his belt around your wrist like the one’s you’ve seen in those porn sites you have watched earlier that day. When he’s done he went to remove his remaining clothes leaving him naked on top of you, his cock sprung out free, veiny, long, hard, and already leaking pre-cum.
Without saying anything he thrusted his length inside you in one smooth, powerful thrust, filling you as you moaned and tried to touch him but can’t because his other hand was holding your bound wrist up while the other was on your hips.
A low groan escaped his throat, his forehead dropping against yours as he took a moment to adjust to the overwhelming heat of your pussy. His hand gripped your hips so tightly his knuckles turned white, anchoring you to him.
"You're so tight," Sunghoon rasped, his breath ragged against your skin.
Sunghoon began to move. It wasn't the frantic, desperate pace of someone lost to impulse, it was measured, deep, and devastatingly thorough. Each thrust was deliberate, a slow withdrawal followed by a heavy, driving push that forced a gasp from your lungs.
"Look at me," he commanded again, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "I want you to remember exactly who is doing this to you."
His hands slid from your hips to your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he picked up the pace. The bed creaked beneath both of you, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of his heart against your chest. He watched your face, the way your eyes rolled back, the way your mouth hung open in silent pleasure and felt a surge of something far more dangerous than simple lust.
It was possession.
"Jungwon doesn't deserve you," he muttered against your lips, his words rough and jagged. “Jungwon, doesn’t deserve this tight pussy.”
Sunghoon’s pace quickened, the measured control beginning to fray at the edges. His breath came in short, sharp exhales, his jaw clenched so tight a vein pulsed at his temple. Every time he drove into you, he felt the way your body clung to him, desperate and unyielding.
"He doesn't even know how to touch you like this," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low growl. "Does he?"
“N-no, he doesn't—”
Sunghoon’s movements became a blur of heat and friction, his body a heavy, relentless weight that demanded everything she had left to give as you said that. He could feel your walls contracting around him, a rhythmic pulsing that drove Sunghoon closer to the edge than he had ever been in his life.
"(Your name)," he breathed your name like a prayer and a curse all at once.
His grip on your hands tightened, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin of her wrists. He leaned down, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that was desperate and drowning, swallowing your moans as his pace reached a fever pitch.
"Hold on to me," he commanded against your lips, his voice breaking for the first time.
The world narrowed down to the point where their bodies met, to the sound of their colliding breath and the frantic beat of two hearts working in dangerous unison.
He didn't wait for an answer. He gripped your hands again, pinning them above her head, and leaned down to bite lightly at the curve of your shoulder. The sting made you gasp, and the sound only fed his hunger.
"You belong here," Sunghoon murmured against her skin, his movements becoming more forceful, more primal. "In this room. With me."
His eyes were dark, almost void-like, as he watched her unravel beneath him. As you finally reach your climax he thrusted a few more times before he filled you with his seeds.
For a moment, you both stayed unmoving and panting, tangled at each other before he pulls out and drop down beside you, his arms finding your waist to pull you closer to him.
You could feel Sunghoon’s bare torso behind you before he pulled you to face you, meeting his eyes burning into yours with a dangerous intensity. "So, what do you think he’d do if your husband found out?" He leans in slightly, voice low and taunting.
"Would he even recognize you anymore? Or would you be someone completely different?"
A tense silence falls.
"Some secrets are better kept buried," he murmurs, a sly smile curling his lips.
"Because once they come out… everything you thought you knew about yourself could change." He pauses, eyes narrowing.
"And trust me, this isn’t the end. Not really."
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