Dom!Ilya Rozanov x Dom!Shane Hollander x Sub!Fem reader
Summary: After the last time yall couldn’t stop thinking about each other, and when you see each others again no one can hold back the lust anymore.
Warnings: MMF, dirty talk, rough sex, p in v/a, oral, after care and sweet talking trough it.
word count: 3k,write me for requests (Minors don’t read this).
The dim glow of the Boston skyline filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse suite at the Mandarin Oriental, casting long shadows across the king-sized bed. It was a crisp autumn night in 2016, the kind where the city's energy hummed outside but inside, the air crackled with anticipation. You, Y/N, had arrived first, your pulse already quickening from the text exchange earlier that day: Meet us at the hotel. Room 2501. Bring nothing but yourself. The words from Ilya Rozanov, the Bruins' enigmatic Russian forward with his intense stare and unyielding build, had lingered in your mind all afternoon. And Shane Hollander, the team's rugged defenseman, his message following: We're gonna make you forget your own name tonight.
You'd been drawn into their orbit months ago—Ilya's secret glances during games turning into stolen nights, Shane's flirtatious banter evolving into something raw and shared. What began as separate flames had merged into this inferno, a threesome dynamic that pushed boundaries and ignited every hidden desire. Tonight, after a grueling practice, they wanted to unwind, and you were the center of their focus.
The door clicked open, and there they were: Ilya in a fitted black shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, jeans low on his hips, his dark hair tousled. Shane followed, his blond waves damp from a shower, wearing a simple white tee and cargo pants that did little to hide the power in his legs. Their eyes locked on you immediately—you in a silk slip dress that skimmed your thighs, the fabric whispering against your skin as you stood by the window.
Ilya crossed the room first, his hand cupping your jaw as he tilted your face up. 'You've been thinking about this all day,' he said, voice low and accented, thumb brushing your lower lip. It wasn't a question. Shane flanked your other side, his breath warm on your neck. 'We could tell from your texts. Wet already, aren't you?'
You nodded, heat flooding your cheeks, but they didn't rush. Ilya's mouth descended, capturing yours in a slow, deliberate kiss—lips firm, tongue teasing the seam until you parted for him. He tasted like mint and determination, deepening the kiss with a groan that vibrated through you. Shane watched for a moment, then pressed against your back, his hands sliding up your arms to your shoulders, massaging lightly before trailing down to your waist. 'Kiss him like you mean it,' Shane murmured, nipping at your earlobe. 'Show us how much you want this.'
You did, pouring hunger into the kiss, your hands fisting Ilya's shirt as your tongues tangled. Shane's fingers danced along the hem of your dress, inching it up slowly, exposing the lace of your panties. He didn't touch further yet—just ghosted his knuckles over your thighs, building the ache. Ilya's free hand joined, cupping your breast through the silk, thumb circling your nipple until it hardened into a peak. You arched into him, breaking the kiss to gasp. 'More,' you whispered.
'Tell us what you want,' Ilya demanded, his blue eyes boring into yours, hand squeezing your breast harder. Shane chuckled softly from behind, his erection pressing insistently against your ass. 'Yeah, spell it out. We want to hear how bad you need our hands on you, our mouths.'
'I want you to touch me everywhere,' you breathed, voice trembling with need. 'Strip me slow, make me beg.'
They exchanged a glance over your shoulder, a silent agreement passing between them. Shane's hands hooked under the straps of your dress, sliding them down your arms inch by inch, the fabric pooling at your waist. Ilya's mouth followed the path, kissing along your collarbone, then lower to the swell of your breasts. He tugged the dress further, exposing you fully to the cool air, your nipples tightening further. Shane spun you gently to face him, his lips claiming yours now—hotter, more urgent than Ilya's, teeth grazing your lip as he backed you toward the bed.
Ilya pressed in from behind again, his chest to your back, hands roaming your bare sides while Shane's kiss devoured you. 'Feel that?' Ilya growled against your ear, grinding his hardening cock against you. 'That's what you do to us. Hard as fuck just from looking.' Shane's hands cupped your ass, kneading the flesh before slipping between your thighs from the front, fingers tracing the edge of your panties without dipping in. 'These are soaked,' he said, voice rough. 'You been dripping for us?'
'Yes,' you admitted, hips bucking toward his touch. But he pulled back, smirking. 'Not yet. We take our time.' They guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, Ilya kneeling before you to slip the dress off completely, leaving you in just your panties. Shane stood, stripping his shirt slowly, revealing the defined lines of his abs and the trail of hair leading down. Ilya followed suit, his body a masterpiece of lean muscle from years on the ice, scars from games adding to the rugged appeal.
Ilya's hands parted your knees, but instead of diving in, he kissed the inside of your thigh, teeth scraping lightly. 'Spread wider,' he ordered, and you did, exposing the damp spot on your panties. Shane knelt beside him, their shoulders brushing—a casual intimacy that sent a thrill through you. 'Look at her,' Shane said to Ilya, voice laced with hunger. 'Pussy's begging through the fabric.' Ilya's response was a low hum, his breath fanning over you as he leaned in, lips brushing the lace without pressure.
You whimpered, hands reaching for them, but Shane caught your wrists, pinning them to your sides. 'Watch us first. See how we worship this body.' He leaned in from the side, tongue flicking out to trace your inner thigh, mirroring Ilya's path on the other leg. They worked in tandem, kisses and licks inching upward, avoiding your core entirely. Ilya's fingers hooked into your panties, tugging them down agonizingly slow, the cool air hitting your bare pussy. 'Fuck, she's glistening,' Ilya rasped, eyes fixed on you.
Shane took the panties the rest of the way off, tossing them aside. Now fully exposed, you felt their gazes like caresses. Ilya parted your folds with two fingers, not entering, just spreading you open. 'So pink and wet. Dripping down your thighs.' Shane's mouth hovered close, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe along your outer lips, tasting the slickness there. You moaned, hips lifting, but Ilya held you down with a firm hand on your hip. 'Stay still. Let us taste every inch.'
They took turns then—Shane's tongue delving shallowly into your entrance, lapping up your arousal with broad strokes, while Ilya sucked gently on your clit, the suction pulling a cry from your throat. 'Tastes like sin,' Shane muttered against you, his stubble scraping deliciously. Ilya pulled back to watch, stroking himself through his jeans. 'Suck her harder. Make her grind on your face.' Shane obeyed, mouth sealing over your clit, tongue flicking rapidly as he hummed vibrations into you.
Your hands fisted the sheets, body trembling as pleasure built layer by layer. Ilya stood, shedding his jeans, his thick cock springing free—veined and heavy. He stroked it lazily while watching Shane work you. 'Look at him eating your pussy like it's his last meal,' Ilya said, voice thick. 'You like that? His tongue fucking into you?' 'Yes—god, yes,' you panted, thighs quivering. Shane added a finger, sliding it in knuckle-deep, curling to brush your inner walls. 'Tight as hell. Gonna feel so good around my cock later.'
But they switched again, drawing out the torment. Ilya took over, two fingers plunging into your pussy now, scissoring to stretch you while his thumb circled your clit. Shane rose to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. 'Suck my fingers,' he commanded, pressing two into your mouth. You did, swirling your tongue around them as Ilya's fingers pumped faster, the wet sounds filling the room. 'That's it—get them wet for your pussy,' Shane growled.
He replaced Ilya's hand with his own slick fingers, three now, thrusting deep and twisting. Ilya knelt again, his mouth joining—tongue lapping at where Shane's fingers stretched you. 'Fuck her with those fingers. Make her soak the bed.' The fullness, the dual sensation of fingers and tongue, had you on the edge. 'I'm close—please,' you begged. 'Not yet,' Ilya said, pulling back. Shane withdrew his fingers with a wet pop, leaving you clenching around nothing.
They stripped fully now, cocks hard and leaking pre-cum. Shane's was long, curved slightly, Ilya's thicker with a pronounced head. They pulled you to your feet, maneuvering you between them. Ilya's cock pressed against your ass, Shane's against your belly as they kissed you alternately—hot, messy exchanges that left you dizzy. 'Feel us?' Shane whispered, grinding forward. 'Both throbbing for you. Gonna fill you up soon.' Ilya's hands roamed your back, dipping to squeeze your ass cheeks, spreading them slightly. 'But first, more teasing.'
They laid you on the bed, Ilya climbing over you to suck on your breasts—teeth grazing nipples, tongue soothing the sting. Shane settled between your legs, but instead of entering, he rubbed his cock along your slit, the head nudging your clit with each pass. 'Slide it over her clit,' Ilya instructed from above, his own hand pinching your other nipple. 'Make her hump it.' You did, hips rolling desperately, the friction building heat without penetration. 'Fuck, your cock feels so good like that—rubbing my pussy,' you moaned.
Shane groaned, pre-cum mixing with your wetness. 'Pussy's clenching like it wants to suck me in.' Ilya shifted, his mouth trailing down your body to join Shane at your core. While Shane frotted against you, Ilya licked your clit, then lower to where Shane's cock slid. His tongue flicked over both of you, tasting the combined slickness. 'Suck my balls while you do that,' Shane said to Ilya, voice strained. Ilya did, briefly, mouth enveloping one heavy sac before returning to your clit, the male-male touch adding a forbidden edge that made your arousal spike.
The foreplay stretched on, endless in its intensity. They flipped you to your hands and knees, Shane behind you, cock teasing your entrance without pushing in. Ilya in front, feeding you his length—shallow thrusts into your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks. 'Suck harder—take more,' Ilya grunted, fingers in your hair. Shane's hands spread your ass, thumb circling your tight hole while his cockhead dipped just inside your pussy, then out. 'Gonna fuck this pussy raw later. Stretch it with my dick until you can't walk.'
You moaned around Ilya's cock, the vibrations making him thrust deeper. Shane finally sank in an inch, then pulled out, repeating the tease. 'Tell us how empty you feel,' he demanded. 'So empty—need you deep,' you gasped when Ilya let you up for air. They laughed lowly, the sound dark and promising. Ilya pulled you up for a kiss, tasting himself on your lips, while Shane's fingers replaced his cock—four now, pumping furiously, thumb pressing your clit.
Orgasm crashed over you then, unavoidable, your pussy gushing around Shane's hand as you cried out into Ilya's mouth. They didn't stop, riding it out until you sagged. 'First one down,' Shane said, licking his fingers clean. 'Now we really start.'
Ilya lay back, pulling you onto him reverse, your back to his chest. His cock nudged your entrance, and you sank down slowly, inch by thick inch filling your still-pulsing walls. 'Fuck, so tight after that,' he groaned, hands on your hips. Shane watched, stroking himself. 'Ride him. Show me how you fuck that cock.' You did, rolling your hips, the drag exquisite. Ilya thrust up, meeting you, his hands reaching around to spread your pussy lips, exposing your clit.
Shane knelt on the bed, leaning in to suck your clit while you bounced. 'Tongue on her while she rides,' Ilya said, voice rough. Shane's mouth worked magic, sucking and licking as Ilya's cock pistoned into you. 'Feel that? My dick deep, his tongue on your clit—gonna make you come again.' The words, the sensations, built fast. You ground down harder, Ilya's hands bruising your hips. 'Come on my cock—milk it.' You shattered, walls fluttering around him, juices coating his length.
They switched, Shane taking your pussy now, laying you on your side with Ilya spooning behind. Shane entered slow, his curve hitting new spots. 'Fuck, different angle—hits so deep,' you moaned. Ilya pressed against your back, cock sliding between your ass cheeks, not entering but thrusting along the crease. 'Feel us both rubbing you?' he whispered. Shane fucked steady, hand between your legs to rub your clit. Ilya's fingers joined from behind, pinching your nipples.
'Pound her harder,' Ilya urged. Shane did, hips snapping, the slap of skin loud. 'Your pussy's gripping me like a vice—sucking my cock in.' You came again, screaming, body shaking between them. But they held off, pulling out to reposition.
On your knees now, you alternated sucking them—deep throating Shane while stroking Ilya, then switching. 'Take it all—gag on my dick,' Shane grunted, thrusting into your mouth. Ilya fingered your pussy from behind, four fingers stretching you wide. 'So wet and open now. Ready for both?'
The finale built: Ilya beneath you again, cock in your pussy. Shane behind, lubed and pressing into your ass slowly. 'Relax—take my cock in your ass while he's in your pussy.' The stretch burned then bloomed into pleasure, both filling you completely. They thrust in rhythm, cocks dragging against each other through the thin wall. 'Fuck, feel that? Both our dicks owning you,' Shane growled. Ilya's hands guided your hips. 'Bounce—fuck us both.'
Dirty talk poured out: 'Your holes are made for our cocks—tight and greedy.' 'Come with us inside you—squeeze every drop.' The overload hit, your third orgasm ripping through as they followed, hot cum flooding your pussy and ass, spilling out as they kept thrusting through it.
Collapsed in a tangle of limbs, breaths ragged, the room smelled of sex and satisfaction. Shane was the first to move, easing out of you with a gentle kiss to your shoulder. 'You okay?' he asked softly, his voice stripped of the earlier roughness, now laced with concern. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light as he scanned your expression. Ilya shifted beneath you, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you steady as he slipped free, a low hum of contentment rumbling in his chest. 'Breathe,' he murmured against your neck, his lips pressing soft, reassuring pecks along your skin.
They didn't let you crash alone. Shane slid off the bed, grabbing a warm washcloth from the en-suite bathroom—he'd anticipated this, the steam from the recent shower still lingering in the air. Returning, he knelt beside you, parting your legs carefully. 'Let me clean you up,' he said, his tone gentle, eyes meeting yours for permission. You nodded, and he wiped away the evidence of their release with slow, tender strokes, avoiding any pressure on your sensitive spots. The warmth soothed the ache, and he murmured praises the whole time: 'You took us so well. Look at you—still glowing.'
Ilya helped maneuver you into a more comfortable position, pulling you against his chest as Shane worked. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your back, dipping occasionally to massage the tension from your muscles. 'Rest here,' he whispered, his accent thicker in the quiet aftermath. Once Shane finished, he joined them on the bed, fetching bottled water from the minibar and a soft robe for you. He draped the robe over your shoulders, tying it loosely before handing you the water. 'Drink slow. You've earned it.'
They sandwiched you between them again, but this time it was all comfort—no urgency, just shared warmth. Shane's hand rested on your thigh, thumb circling soothingly, while Ilya combed through your tangled hair with his fingers, untangling knots without pulling. 'Tell us if anything hurts,' Shane said, pressing a kiss to your temple. 'We pushed hard tonight.' You shook your head, sipping the water, feeling the care wrap around you like a blanket. Ilya nodded in agreement, his free hand finding yours, interlacing fingers. 'Next time, we go slower if you want. Or harder. Whatever makes you feel good.'
Conversation drifted to lighter things—their practice earlier, a funny story from the locker room that had them both chuckling softly, careful not to overwhelm you. Shane fetched snacks from room service remnants—fruit and chocolate—feeding you bites with a playful grin. 'Replenish those energies,' he teased gently. Ilya hummed a quiet tune, something from his homeland, the vibration lulling you as exhaustion settled in. They took turns massaging your legs, working out the cramps from the positions, their touches firm yet loving.
As the night deepened, the city's lights twinkling outside, they pulled the covers over the three of you. Shane spooned behind you, arm draped protectively, while Ilya faced you, foreheads touching. 'Sleep now,' Ilya said, voice a soft command. 'We've got you.' Shane echoed it with a kiss to your neck. 'Unforgettable,' he added, 'and we're not going anywhere.' In their arms, sated and cherished, you drifted off, the bond between you all feeling deeper than before.
in other words: sunghoon is the one who deserves to change you !
wc ( 7,350 ) ｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡ warnings: dubcon, mdni, angst, fem!reader
author's note : i wrote the latter half of this while rewatching silent hill three, i think that gave me superpowers. and i wrote all of this with one hand. this is an au of condensation, please read the og for added context （＾◡＾）♡
in the moment, he had rejected it, but it wasn't like he could say he hated it. if the idea of it was that repulsive to him, he wouldn't need to spend the first minutes of every day dealing with morning wood. if he truly disliked it, those black garters would not flash into his mind whenever his eyes closed. the outfit that was so foreign for you was, conversely, familiar to his fantasies. these days, sunghoon thought the look would be perfected by a collar. you would be complete by belonging to him.
as c-four’s comeback approached, and sunghoon realised that there was nothing he could do to stop it, he decided the next best thing would be to prepare you for it. after all, he was supposed to be your mentor. it was his unspoken responsibility to give you all the guidance he could. he owed you that much, at least, seeing as you were his sole reason for living. if the change was inevitable, he at least wanted to decide its outcome. he had the power to make it mutually beneficial.
-♡-
you were both sitting up on the mattress. you had cracked the window open, so the sounds of traffic or birds chirping filled any silent gaps in your conversation. like right now, when you had gone quiet after sunghoon asked how you were feeling about your comeback.
“why that face? you look nervous,” he noted, lowering his brows.
his head faced what was to its front, like yours, but his gaze was to the side. it was on you. your head leaned back on the apartment wall, a strange curve to your mouth as you stared ahead. your hands patted your knees, almost drumming on them, though it didn't seem to relax you.
“i… kinda am,” you admitted, words hushed like you wanted to hide them, “i'm, uh, scared i'll mess up.”
“poor thing. you don't know what to do?”
sunghoon fought his smile as you responded with slow, hesitant nods. the puppy who was always paralysed when not being led by a leash.
“do you need help? i can help you,” he offered, his head now turned to you.
this was not his first time back in your apartment after you had revealed c-four’s new concept, but it was your first time having an actual discussion about it. you were so ashamed after the initial ordeal, sending him a million text message apologies, so sunghoon made the polite decision to act as though it never happened. an act, however, was just that. his body could not forget. his chin still felt the warmth of your fingers, weeks later. his mind consisted of that moment alone, looping as if he could remember nothing else but your expectant gaze and smokey eyeshadow.
it could make him clench his fist, to think that he had you in the palm of his hand and pushed you away. he was a fool to think you could stay the same forever, to not realise that he could love every version of you. at your core, no matter what, you would be his.
“help me?”
sunghoon hummed as he nodded, taking your hand from your leg and connecting your fingers. he ran his thumb over your knuckles.
“yes. i’m your seonbae, right? is there anyone you trust more than me?”
that felt like the sort of question you were meant to pause before answering, so you did. you tried to make a list of people you trusted. there was sunghoon… and there was not anyone else, so you shook your head.
“i, um, i t-trust you the most, hoon.”
there were times when you regretted the things you said, for reasons unbeknownst to yourself, and the downcast feeling would only leave when sunghoon smiled in response. that smile told you it was okay, that he didn’t hate you like the others.
“thank you for trusting me. i trust you, too,” he spoke, “so i know you’ll listen to me well.”
“yeah, i’ll, uh, do my best,” you promised.
“good,” he laughed, “because you are too clueless. you would be a real mess if i wasn’t here to help you.”
he knew his words stung, but he needed them to. once you realised that your only hope was in sunghoon, there would be nothing you would not do for him.
“you’ve never even kissed a guy before, have you?”
you looked to a corner of the room, biting your lip and furrowing your brows. the humiliated look on your face said enough on its own, there was no need for you to speak.
“you see, angel? you’re clueless,” he chided, “so i’ll have to teach you, won’t i?”
sunghoon’s large palm pressed onto your cheek, turning your head to face his own. you didn’t remember him being this close when you had looked away. at this proximity, you could see the tiny mole beside his mouth– and even count his eyelashes. his smile had dropped. now, his soft-looking lips were a little parted.
“don’t you want to kiss me?”
your heart dropped at the question, but its rate rose. you had been spending all your free time with sunghoon for a while now, but you weren’t dating. he was your friend, not your boyfriend, so it would be a little weird to kiss him. however, he was right. you had been wanting to be more than friends with him, you had just never felt brave enough to admit it, had never known if it was alright for you to want him that way. so you hovered on the thin line, where he could hold your hand and feed you food, but not get any cozier. hearing him ask that, you thought that you could finally step past that boundary.
“y-yes, please,” you admitted, looking right into his dark pupils.
his eyes flicked from yours to your lips (you wondered if running to the bathroom to re-apply your lipgloss would ruin the moment) and he grinned at you, running his tongue over his bottom lip.
“i knew it, that’s my girl.”
his face approached yours until your noses touched. you could see each speck in his irises. your breaths tickled each other’s skin and it made you giggle.
“close your eyes, baby.”
he took it slow, and his lips were as soft as they had looked. his hand grasped the back of your head, giving you gentle pets as he kissed you. it almost surprised him, how sweet indulgence tasted. he had spent all this time holding back, and for what? if your label wanted to take advantage of you, he deserved to do the same. at least with him, it was out of love. fragile things were made to be destroyed, and you were worth the wait. it was only when a glass had been shattered to pieces that it could be arranged into something new, something even more beautiful.
sunghoon pushed your back against the wall, his hand cushioning your head from the impact, and you broke the kiss with a gasp. fingers cupping your jaw, he groaned as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. he licked the pink muscle that poked out between your lips, delighting in your high-pitched whimpers, before closing his mouth around yours once more. again and again. all he could hear was your soft breathing and the faint noises from your lips as they connected or pulled apart. he thought that he could do this forever, just keep tasting your sweet saliva and feeling the ridges of your mouth.
his hand lowered from your head to be placed right above your hip, giving your soft flesh a firm squeeze before he brought you in closer to him. he was sure your heart was right by his own. if he really tried to, he could probably hear it beating.
catching the edge of your lip with his teeth, sunghoon tugged it forward before releasing. he soothed the sting with his tongue, running it over the place he’d abused, then pushing it into your wet cave. you squirmed in his hold as his tongue travelled as far as it could reach, gagging around it and barely able to breathe, but he only held you firmer. he could get lost in you. in fact, he already was. he wished that every part of you could fit into his mouth. sunghoon put away his tongue and placed feverish kisses on every inch of your mouth.
“mine,” he muttered as his lips pressed onto yours repeatedly, “mine, mine, mine.”
each kiss was a promise. a promise that you were only his, that you would take whatever he gave you, that you would give whatever he wished to take from you. each kiss was a seal, proof that you could never let him leave your side. this way, he could do whatever he wanted with you.
overwhelmed by the onslaught of kisses, you turned your head away from his. sunghoon followed without hesitation. your lips were bright and bite-swollen, glossy from his saliva, and you were light-headed from the warmth of everything. by this point, sunghoon had been both your first and your five hundredth kiss. you had gotten wet for him some time ago. it was only natural with how his tongue had been exploring your mouth and how his low groans had settled in your belly. you needed more and didn’t know how to ask for it. you never thought that kissing could feel like this. it was too much for you.
“no,” you mumbled, barely louder than the sound of his mouth on yours, “no… more…”
“no? but i want more, baby,” he pouted, still unable to pull away from you.
he was sure that he didn’t have to– you could never say no to him– but you sounded truly spent. he pushed his lips onto yours one last time, steady and forceful, before finally retracting. you collapsed onto the mattress the second he pulled back his arms.
“i’m sorry,” he sighed, “you’re just too cute, i wanna eat you right up.”
he lowered himself, lying beside you on the mattress, his chest to your back. sunghoon wrapped his arms around you and drew you in even closer, resting his chin above your shoulder. now that you’d kissed him, he didn’t see the big deal in sleeping over at your place. however, the sunghoon of tomorrow would have to think of a good explanation for his absence from the dorms. too bad for him.
with each slow breath he took, his ribcage rising as his thorax expanded, sunghoon inhaled your scent. your perfume had dried down on your skin, so only the hints of caramel lingered. he pondered on how long it would take for the same to happen to you. after how long, he asked himself, would nothing of your former self remain?
-♡-
you hadn’t been able to get it out of your mind, what you and sunghoon had done. you knew that these kinds of things had a path. some method of progression. you would follow the breadcrumbs from hugs to kisses, and then to a point where you would lose your way. the point where you would look back and see that the forest birds had eaten your trail, not leaving a single trace behind. you reminded yourself that that kind of thing only happened to people who were all alone, and that was not you. you had sunghoon’s warm hands to hold as he led the way forward.
you looked at nothing but your feet as you walked home from the station. as per usual, you had fallen asleep on the ride home. you felt your own drool wetting your nose beneath the black face mask you wore. the second you got into your apartment, you would take a shower and wash away all these gross feelings. the hour after that, sunghoon’s familiar, forceful knocks would be heard at your door. you sort of missed the more public outings, but it was safer for him to only meet up with you at your place these days. if you were to get caught fooling around, taking a romantic stroll by han river or hopping between cafés, it would be a huge scandal. the murder-suicide of your careers.
you liked having him over, though, liked how he didn’t need to disguise himself and how you no longer felt alone. your apartment must have been like a second home to him, by now. the world around you wasn’t too loud, just your footsteps on the stone walkway and the occasional ‘nyeom’ as a motorbike raced past, and you smiled to yourself in this peaceful journey to the home you shared with sunghoon. he would be coming over, so you had something to be excited about.
-♡-
you sat cross-legged on the floor, across from him, marvelling at the glistening meat before you and the smoke that was rising from it. the smell of steaming-hot bulgogi was irresistible, you were quick to swallow before you could openly drool.
“surprise,” sunghoon grinned, spreading ssamjang on his lettuce, “i wanted to treat you.”
he had ordered the perfect treat, the delicious barbeque before you. of course, the food was always tastier at an actual restaurant (and for some reason, the sauces never tasted the same), but you would definitely enjoy it either way. especially because you were sharing the meal with sunghoon.
“th-thank you so much,” you chirped, looking at him with stars in your eyes, and he returned your cheerful expression.
the two of you made idle conversation on your days as you ate, and you made sure not to speak while you were still chewing– no matter how excited a topic made you. afterwards, sunghoon cleaned everything away. the plastic take-out boxes made a grating noise as he crushed them and put them in the trash.
you walked next to sunghoon, waiting for him to finish washing his hands before you could do the same, and thanked him once more. this time, however, sunghoon looked at you without a smile. his hoodie was a shade of grey light enough to be called white. he tugged its sleeves back down after drying his hands. his full eyebrows were right above the thin-frames of the glasses he was wearing today. this look of his was a bit different. it felt, somehow, more mature.
“don’t you think actions are more important than words?”
the question had you tilting your head, waiting for him to elaborate.
“you say ‘thank you’ a lot, but you don’t really show it,” he commented, his gaze centred on you.
“i’m… sorry?”
sunghoon shook his head as he held his chin, canines flashing as his tongue swept over his lip.
“no, not like that, baby,” he replied, smiling at the confusion in your expression, “i want to teach you how to say ‘thank you’ like an adult, okay? it can even be an apology, sometimes.”
your eyebrows pushed together and sunghoon fought to not squish your cute face. you didn’t know a thing in the world, did you?
“get on your knees.”
the sudden command was enough to render you speechless. you blinked at him, but he only stared back. waiting with his mouth a straight line, his eyes dark enough for you to get lost in. a tiny ‘oof’ left your lips as your kneecaps hit the wooden floor. now, you were at eye-level with the bulge in his sweats. you dropped your gaze to the floor immediately, heat rising from your neck to your face.
sunghoon found this view of the top of your head to be more beautiful than he’d imagined. your eyelashes curled beneath your brows and your nose nearly brushing against his pants. it was also a nice angle to see your cleavage from.
“look at me.”
with your head tilted up, sunghoon could easily see how your eyes were wide with apprehension. your mouth was curved into a minor frown, one of discomfort and not frustration.
“do you know what i want you to do?”
he raised your arm as you shook your head, clasping your hand as he pulled down his pants. you gasped when the fabric pooled around his feet. sunghoon cupped your jaw, made sure you were still looking as he tugged down his boxers, made sure he could see the surprise on your face once you saw his dick. you did not disappoint. your raised brows wrinkled your forehead and your mouth hung open. it was like you already knew what to do.
“yeah, like that,” he approved, “but you have to open a little wider, baby.”
“huh?”
sunghoon pushed his thumb into your mouth, resting its pad on your tongue.
“wider, open wider.”
you stretched your mouth open as best as you could, looking up at him as you waited for his approval.
“that’s good, angel, perfect.”
if you could close your mouth, you would have smiled.
“now, stick your tongue out.”
sunghoon held his length as he guided it to your waiting tongue, dropping its thick mass onto your saliva-coated muscle. the cool sensation had him sucking in a breath through his teeth. sunghoon’s fingers delved into your hair and he couldn’t believe that it felt this good already. your label was right to make you a sex symbol, or it would have really been wasted potential. he was having more fun ruining you than he had ever had protecting you.
“get it nice and wet for me,” he directed, “use your tongue, come on.”
a shiver ran down his spine as you lapped at the tangy precum that oozed from his flushed tip. each stroke of your tongue earned low, breathy moans from him.
“fuck, you’re a natural.”
he pushed further into your mouth, letting its warmth envelope him, shuddering at the light scrape from your teeth. you moaned around him, bringing your hands to encase the length that had yet to push past your lips. you did your best to make him happy, tongue and lips on his tip like you were fucking making out with it. making use of what he’d already taught you. you would give a big lick, then press your lips to it in wet kisses before slipping him back into your mouth, all while looking right into his eyes. you wanted to see each expression he made, proof of the pleasure you were giving him. you bobbed your head and tried to swallow more, wincing at your lack of air.
“you have to breathe through your nose, silly, don’t take too much at–”
he cut himself off with a groan as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him in harder as if apologising for not being skilled enough. your hands squeezed around him and your eyebrows were furrowed in pure concentration. tears stinging your eyes, you relaxed your throat and brought him in until your nose brushed his pelvic bone. you were able to maintain your position for all of five seconds before you began to gag, attempting to pull your head back.
sunghoon didn’t let you. he placed both hands on your head and brought it forward. you had done enough, he would take it from here. if you wouldn’t listen to him, you’d have to learn your lesson the hard way. sunghoon thrust into your mouth, letting his dick hit the back of your throat each time. it was clear you were struggling to breathe from the gurgling you were doing and the streaks of tears on your face, but it felt too good when your throat constricted around him. he was close, and you were close to throwing up. it wouldn’t really be a turn off for him, if he was honest.
your hands rose to push his lower abdomen, basically slapping his stomach to get him to slow down. sunghoon’s hand wrapped tight around both your wrists, the other still moving your head over his dick. he looked deep into your glossy eyes and came into your mouth. the salty flood filled your mouth before he pulled away, leaving you to gasp for air, his cum mixing with your saliva and falling from your mouth. it made a puddle on the wood below you.
“aw, no, baby,” he frowned, “i really wanted you to swallow. maybe next time.”
he pet your head, then pulled you up to stand, admiring your bruised knees.
“it’s okay, you still did such a good job for me. i’m really proud of you.”
you smiled as your hand held your heaving chest. that was terrifying, if you were to tell the truth, but it made him glad with you. if saying ‘thank you’ this way honestly made sunghoon happy, then it was worth it. he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and planted a kiss on your forehead.
“you’re welcome.”
-♡-
as you did vocal warmups in the recording booth, you started to think that you had made a big mistake yesterday. your voice was not in its best condition. your throat felt raw and scratchy, despite your continued attempts at massaging it, but what could you tell the producer? that you were sorry, but you were too busy sucking dick the other day and now you couldn’t sing? that thought alone made you shudder.
“okay, let’s start with the bridge,” the producer called out. he was leaning back in his chair, cap pulled low over his face. the sight felt a little reminiscent of something– someone– you knew well.
you nodded your head and gave a thumbs up, adjusting your headphones to sit perfectly above your ears. you heard the reference track, it was yoona’s angelic voice, and tried to let the melody sink into your mind.
“don’t hold back, boy, i know you want more,” you sang, testing out the line under your breath until you felt ready to record it.
“okay, good,” he approved, “could you just try to draw out the ‘boy’ a little more? it’s an invitation,” he explained, “you’re not a kitty anymore, you’re a fox.”
you redid the bridge with his direction, stretching the word as if you were moaning it, eyes flicking to the producer. you hoped you had done it right, because you were already feeling pretty awkward.
“yes, perfect,” he cheered, “the raspy voice you’re doing sounds nice, too, i’ll see if i can get the others to replicate it.”
that was unexpected. your skin warmed not just from the praise, but also as you recalled the reason behind the current texture of your voice. you smiled nonetheless. everything sunghoon did was helping you be a better idol. you were truly grateful for him.
“th-thank you…”
“oh-kay,” he pronounced with a click of his tongue, “i think that’s okay for now. mina is next, let her come in if she’s ready. thank you.”
you let out a happy little hum as you took off the headphones and exited the booth.
“u-um, you’re next,” you muttered, tapping mina on the shoulder.
she nodded and walked past you, without a single word.
“hey…”
you turned your head to the voice at your side, surprised to see another one of your members, hyejin, looking right at you. was there something on your face?
“hey?”
she was leaned against the wall, and she gestured for you to come to her side and do the same. once you had done so, she tilted her head to face you and smiled.
when you first debuted, her hair had been long and plain black, accentuating the graceful and wise personality that her name promised. for your comeback, however, she had been instructed to cut it short and dye it blonde. she looked more rebellious this way. the label should have known it was risky to mess with her charm. she was the least popular member, seeing as– much like you– she was exceptional at neither singing nor dancing. unfortunately for her, she was without a sunghoon to boost her reputation.
“hey,” she repeated, “don’t you think this song is kind of… heavy-handed?”
“huh?”
“you know,” she shrugged, her expression seeming to drop at the realisation that she may have been alone in her perspective, “we were all cute before, right? now we need to be super sexy. it’s like we’re trying to break a record for the number of online discussions praising our duality.”
hyejin always closed her eyes when she laughed, as if she were savouring whatever she had found humour in. there were dimples in her slim cheeks, and she had the kind of smile that could make anything feel a little funny.
“i, uhm, i dunno,” you mumbled, mind going back to how sunghoon’s eyes closed when you had him in your mouth, “i think i’m– think i’m kind of good at, uh, being sexy.”
her smile grew to be lopsided. she gave you a knowing look, the sort of look someone would give you if they had seen you stumbling out of a toilet and adjusting your skirt.
“i bet you are,” she giggled, “your boyfriend is one lucky guy.”
“i don’t– don’t have a boyfriend,” you refuted, shaking your head with a panicked expression that only strengthened her laughter.
what was she thinking, saying something like that? was she trying to get you in trouble? you were lucky no one else was around.
“okay, maybe you don’t have a boyfriend–” she made air quotes when saying ‘boyfriend’. “–but you have a boyfriend, come on.”
she narrowed her gaze, pushing her face closer to yours.
“or are you saying you’ve been ditching us for no reason? you know, there are four of us,” she pointed out, “c-four. it’s in the name, but sometimes it feels like it’s just three. you’re always too busy with your not-boyfriend to hang out with us.”
hyejin took a deep breath before she continued speaking. the words came out rushed, but structured, like she’d had them on her mind for a while.
“you didn’t show up during yoona’s live last night. i know it was spontaneous, but these kinds of things matter when we’re such a small group. it’s how we make a strong bond with our fans. some comments were asking for you and we just had to say you were sleeping, but you don’t even live at the dorms with us!”
you hung your head low. it was hard to hear this much hatred at once. you told yourself that even if the entire universe hated you, sunghoon’s love for you would remain.
“i’m, um, i’m so sorry.”
“you don’t have to be sorry,” she clarified, shaking her head, “i’m not trying to be preachy, here. i just want you to remember we’re a team, because it kind of feels like you resent us sometimes. don’t you want to be an idol with us?”
the question– and her audacity to ask such a thing– jolted you. couldn’t she see how much effort you were putting in? or did she think all the extra time you spent practicing was just for fun? sunghoon was helping you improve your skills, it wasn’t like you had been doing all that stuff for no reason.
“of course i do,” you exclaimed, your head shooting up, “i want to be an idol more than anything, everything i do is for this, it’s my dream!”
“it’s our dream,” hyejin corrected, lifting her fist in the air, “don’t get mad at me, come on.”
slowly losing your scowl, you bumped her fist with your own, then pulled away with wiggling fingers.
“boom,” you both said, hands dropping back to your sides.
“fighting for our comeback,” hyejin smiled, “i’m sure you’ll do a great job, sexy kitty.”
once again, she was laughing at her own joke. you paid no mind to it. all you could think of was getting home and telling sunghoon what had happened.
-♡-
“– and then, then she said i was– i was too busy spending time with you instead of them!”
“why should you spend time with them? aren’t they the same girls who were starting rumours that you fucked your way into debuting?”
you hesitated before answering. it hadn’t exactly been like that…
“well, um–”
“do you remember what i told you in the café, when we first became friends?”
of course you remembered. it was one of your happiest memories. your heart felt warm and fuzzy each time you relived it in your mind.
“i told you not to listen to them,” he reminded, “you don’t need them. do you think they care about you the same way that i do?”
you didn’t wait before shaking your head, almost insulted by him asking that.
“no, no, not at all!”
“that’s what i thought.”
sunghoon brought you into a hug, a frown falling on his face once it was out of your sight. they were trying to take you away from him. he had spent all this time, teaching you– training you– to become your ideal self. now that he was almost done, everyone’s grubby hands were stretching towards you and trying to pull you from his side. he dug his fingers into your shoulders like claws, wishing you could just stay by him and never leave. you suppressed a whimper.
“th-thank you for, uh, helping me understand, hoonie.”
you withdrew from his vice-like grip and smiled at him before a look of recognition befell you.
“oh! i– i almost forgot. actions, not words, r-right?”
you fell to your knees in an instant, your fingers undoing the drawstrings of his sweats. the sight was sweet enough to rid sunghoon of all his previous frustrations. you obeyed him like he owned you. it was as easy as that. you were easier to train than a puppy.
-♡-
it was paradise for sunghoon to see you these days. whether it was you in the flesh, or the gallery of pictures he’d taken of you. he could only smile when he swiped through the folder he had dedicated to you, the odd video giving him a pleasant surprise every now and then. you on your knees, smiling at him; you with your shirt lifted up, giving the camera a worried look; you with your face covered in his cum like it was wax. it was more of a treasure chest than a folder.
when he thought back to the first time he’d wanted to spoil you, reading through forum posts like a man possessed, he became so proud of his handiwork. all because of him, you had bloomed from a blushing virgin– unable to handle even his kisses– into the docile dame whose mouth he could fuck whenever he’d had an annoying day.
he’d turned you into a butterfly. now all he needed to do was to pin you by the wings and put you in a picture frame. somewhere that only he had access to. with the lingerie he had bought you and the mascara that drew attention to your pretty eyes, you were truly a sight to behold now that you were all grown up. well, almost. there was still one last thing he had to do.
sunghoon felt you smiling against his lips before he pulled back. he loved how you could get drunk on his kisses alone, but you could give him more than this, now.
“aren’t you bored of this,” he asked, smiling as you shook your head and tried to kiss him once more.
he cupped your face and moved it away from his own. you pouted at him.
“but don’t you want more?”
this time, your response was a shaky hum. you loved kissing sunghoon, you revered it, yet it was true that more would be better. he always left your lips satisfied, but the hot ache below your waist was thoroughly neglected.
“let me have you this way. if you give me a little more, you’ll be a star this comeback,” he promised, “everyone will love you.”
his words were sticky honey and you were already trapped in their sweetness. how could you say no to being loved?
“uh, okay…”
sunghoon peeled off your clothes. the summer heat overpowered your measly air conditioning, and sweat gave a sheen to your bare skin. bare, nothing besides your truest self. this was now, also, in sunghoon’s clammy hands. he brought them to your breasts, pushing them together and watching how they jiggled after he released them. then, his right hand landed on your stomach. he dragged it down, let his fingers spread over your mound before he pushed one inside.
“ah,” you breathed, biting your lip in anticipation as his long finger entered your hole.
the intrusion felt unusual, but you liked it enough to ask for more. of course, he listened. his ring finger joined his middle finger, and he made scissor-like motions using them. you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you out, his fingers being wet by your arousal. if you weren’t so dazed by sunghoon’s fingers thrusting into your pussy, you would have been embarrassed by the obnoxiously loud squelching noises, rivaled only by your own mewls.
“does it feel good, baby?”
you nodded quickly, your pupils dilated as you watched sunghoon’s fingers moving inside of you. you raised your hips as if helping him, but you were really just chasing his touch, wanting more of him deeper inside you. your toes curled and you whimpered as the tension from his touches built up.
sunghoon had pure love in his eyes as he looked at you as you writhed beneath him. your fluttering lashes and your parted lips. he could place his delicate kisses all over you, but he chose to plant them across your strained neck.
“lower your head, it’s okay,” he whispered, holding your head as it lowered onto your pillow, “you’ll see it later.”
he wasn’t lying. his left hand pulled his phone from his pocket as his right one continued to pleasure you. his thumb pressed down on your clit as he tapped the red circle on his screen to begin recording. his forefinger and pinky pushed into either of your thighs as his middle ones curled inside your gummy walls.
you still weren’t used to making lewd videos with sunghoon, didn’t know how to feel about it. the closest thing you’d ever done to it was letting your landlord take upskirt photos of you for cheaper rent, but you never wanted to think about that after the fact. it wasn’t you.
“you look so good on camera, angel,” he admired, “you’re so, so pretty. let me see you fall apart.”
he had a steady hold of his phone as he captured you coming undone, your back arching off the mattress and his fingers being coated in your transparent mess. your loud moans soothed into quiet whimpers, your legs still shaking as he pulled his hand out from between your thighs.
without waiting for you to fully ride out your orgasm, sunghoon stuck his hand below his waistband and pulled out his dick. your tongue lolled out as if on instinct. his dumb, cute puppy. sunghoon stroked your cheek, then let you suck on his thumb. it was more work to line his dick up with your entrance, seeing as both his hands were occupied, but he had good body control. he was an idol, after all.
he was grateful that the first time he entered your pussy would have everlasting videographic evidence, but there was no amount of pixels that could capture the feeling. your tight hole that he had laboured to stretch out and prepare, yet he could hardly push past its opening.
“shit,” he groaned, hand dropping from your face to your thigh as he spread your legs further. it was a close fit as he pushed inside, your walls hugging him like you never wanted him to leave. that was fine with him. he could stay snug inside you forever. he lowered his phone to the bulge in your belly, stroking it with his palm before pressing down. you squeaked and clenched around him, making it hard for him to pull out, but he managed.
your breaths were hurried, as if you were preparing to have the wind knocked out of you once he re-entered. you were right to get ready. sunghoon made sure to film your pretty face as he pushed back inside of you. it almost burned, and you bit your lip not to yelp. he thrust into you slow, his hand sliding up to massage your breast. he pinched your nipple before slapping it, making you gasp in pained pleasure.
it was so good, but he wanted more. he dropped his phone and lifted your head to his, tongue diving into your open mouth. your body shook in his hold, his dick pushing against your cervix from how hard he was thrusting. he wanted to have all of you, all at once. he broke the kiss and bit into your throat, the action hardly able to conceal his loud groans. his sharp teeth hurt as they dug into your flesh, but the sensation only made your eyes roll back. he apologised by licking your skin, indented by his bite mark, the slimy feeling of his saliva making your toes curl.
“hoon, hoon,” you cried, close to snapping.
each time his dick slammed into you, into your most sensitive spot, you yelped his name and tightened around it.
“i’m close, too, angel, it’s okay.”
your thighs squeezed around his waist as his hips slapped against yours. sunghoon had this love-crazed look to him, wisps of his black hair scattered about or sticking to the sweat on his forehead, and it was the sight you witnessed before your vision went white. you came hard, grabbing him like a lifeline before flopping onto your mattress.
sunghoon thought of how far you’d come, how much you had changed for him, and he shot his thick approval into your womb. he filled you up with his release and it made him reluctant to pull out. he didn’t want a single drop going to waste.
“you did such a good job. did you like it,” he asked without letting you answer, (seeing your fucked-out face made it clear you woudn’t have been able to) “i know you did.”
sunghoon watched the rise and fall of your chest, the subtle twitching of your eyes as you struggled with sleep, and placed his hand above your heart. he felt its beating slow as it vibrated up his arm. it was okay for you to rest now, he’d taught you all that you needed to know. he had made you perfect for him.
“i think you’re ready for your comeback now, baby.”
-♡-
the cheering crowd was bigger than you’d anticipated, but you weren’t too scared to stand before them. in fact, you were excited to show off all the tricks sunghoon had taught you. or at least, the general idea behind them.
“everyone, c-four’s comeback is finally here!”
the cheers amplified as mina spoke into the microphone, she beamed as she passed it to you.
“y-yes! it’s been some time since, um, since we released ‘heart explosion!’ and–” your mention of c-four’s most popular track seemed to send a bolt of electricity through the audience, a few excited yells making you pause before continuing, “this time, we– we really wanted to show a new side to us, a, uh, whole new colour of c-four!”
hyejin gently grasped your hand as she took the microphone from you.
“get ready for our new song– ‘triple touch’– make some noise!”
finally, yoona took the microphone and performed the intro to the song. you were more than prepared. it felt not like a performance, but like an exploration of your new self. it felt like being alive. the choreography, that had you kneeling on the stage floor and arching your back, was nothing you were not already used to. only this time, it was for more than just sunghoon.
it didn’t matter what your family would think, it didn’t matter what anyone would think, because you didn’t need them anymore. you needed sunghoon, and he said that you were great at this. you were a natural.
you smiled from your heart as you danced and sang, your raspy vocals a new signature. a scream of your name from the crowd raced to reach you, your bruised knees on the floor and your ass in the air, the sound waves hitting your ears like another kind of music. everything you had ever done was worth it, because just like sunghoon had promised, now everyone loved you.
-♡-
your members had invited you to have karaoke with them, to celebrate a successful comeback stage, but you declined with the excuse that your voice was too hoarse. in reality, you rushed home knowing that sunghoon was waiting for you at your apartment, opening the door and running up to him.
“hoonie, it– it went amazing!”
you hugged him tight and squealed in joy, even jumping in your excitement.
“you h-have to watch my fancams when they release, okay? i really… really wish you could have come to the concert.”
sunghoon recoiled at the idea, pulling back from the hug so you could look into his eyes and see their lack of mirth.
“actually, that’s what i wanted to talk to you about,” he began, watching the fervor fade from your face, “i don’t…”
he was not sure how best to word it. all he knew was that your stupid crowd didn’t deserve you. they hadn’t worked to make you the perfect vixen, he had. they hadn’t taken the time to train you slowly, to turn you into who you were today. they had no right to behold you this way.
“you don’t…?”
“you’re mine, right? so it doesn’t really make me happy to see you performing for all those people.”
“but– but i’m an… i’m an idol, it’s my job…”
“that’s what i was thinking, baby, maybe you shouldn’t be an idol anymore.”
“what?”
the lone word trembled as it fell from your lips. soon, they also began to tremble. you shook your head in confusion, and continued shaking it as tears streamed from your big eyes.
“i– i don’t understand. i– i’m an idol, sunghoon, this is m-my job, this is my d-dream,” you whimpered, “i’ve worked so hard for th-this… why?”
“that’s not your only purpose, though, angel. the thing you’re best at, in the whole world, is making me happy. you’re the only person who can do that.”
sunghoon stroked your head as your sobs shook your entire body.
“don’t cry, baby, you did so good. you did so good, it was the perfect send-off. now everyone will remember you well, yeah?”
it took you some time to calm down, but eventually you did, sniffling and nodding.
“i knew you’d understand. now, go wash your face,” he uttered, “do you need me to help?”
“no,” you mumbled, turning around and walking to your bathroom.
the sound of the door shutting was soft. you turned on the tap and watched the water run before intercepting the stream with your quivering hands. the wetness on your face, once from tears, was now from the sink. you lifted your gaze from the faucet’s flowing water to the mirror. for a good amount of time, you stared at your reflection and tried to find one part of it that you could recognise. there wasn’t a single thing. he had taken all of you.
you didn’t have time to think about that, however, sunghoon was waiting for you just on the other side of the door. he probably wanted you to say ‘thank you’, seeing how well your performance went. that was only because of him.
you dried your face and accepted who you saw in the mirror. this was you now. maybe you weren’t who you used to be, but you were who sunghoon needed you to be. you would open the door and spread your legs for him again. that was enough to make you happy.
okay yay that's it !! thank u for reading (⸝⸝´꒳⸝⸝) im rlly so grateful to you, sending lots of kisses!!
💌 : @tojiworshipper it makes me happy knowing theres someone like you who loves my works, please enjoy this one also bby !!
also look it's my sillies back again, plus a kolossos (from outcome memories) bc I've been getting addicted to playing the game and I grew fond of kolossos... hehe
ALSO I'VE UPDATED SARA CRYSTAL'S CLASSIC FORM 👀
the old one is really, REALLy fking old, here it is the new one!
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in case you're curious, the old one is from a very old piece I did when I was like, 13 i think LOL, here it is. it was when sonic mania came out iirc
PLUS URM WIP OF A POSSIBLE OUTCOME MEMORIES FAN-MODEL (amy skin concept) OF SARA CRYSTAL???????
