when i say i was legit salivating writing the last few paragraphs. bro i need him so bad
~~You have a MAJOR gym crush and make it your ultimate goal to have him in one way or another, even if that means actually going to the gym.~~
wc: 2.2k
content: oral sex (m receiving), vaginal penetration, no protection (wrap ur willy), sweat, body grinding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation
Gyms were not your forte. You didn’t enjoy them, so you never thought that they were an important aspect to ingrain into your routine. But there was a gym you would stop by every now and then during the week. Not to work out, but specifically for their smoothies. There was a smoothie shop inside that you couldn’t find anywhere else. You stumbled upon the place once, and now it’s become a regular part of your life. That was it. The smoothies were all you came for.
That was until you came one day, and you got caught standing right behind Hottie McMuscles, who was ordering a protein shake. He was dripping in sweat, rewarding himself after an intense workout. You could tell as much from his shirt sticking to his back, the light gray material now a dark, almost black, color where it clung against his skin. You could make out every ridge and line of toned muscle on his body. His arms were even more impressive, the fresh pump making his biceps extremely prominent. You were salivating just looking at him.
You didn’t wanna be weird, but you also couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out and poking his lats. He was so close, and you lacked self-control.
He turned around when he felt the acrylic nail touch his back, and there you stood, staring at him in utter awe. He could practically see the hearts in your eyes when he spoke.
“Hello?”
You were so far gone, you didn’t even compute that he was talking to you until he waved his hand in your face. All you could do was apologize and bustle out of the shop, forgetting that you were craving a smoothie.
From there, you knew there was no going back. You didn’t even know his name, but you knew you wanted to be in his sweatpants like yesterday.
After that day, you came to the gym regularly, and not just for the smoothies. You put on short shorts and a sports bra, and saddled yourself up on the nearest workout machine near McMuscles, seeing as you had yet to learn his name.
For four weeks, you did this. Some days were failures. Most weren't. You didn’t know his schedule, so you went at the same time. Every. Single. Day. After the first two weeks, you had his schedule down. You knew when he was there. You adjusted your workouts to his.
The problem is…you hated the gym. You had no idea what the hell you were doing. You sweated out your hair every day. You’ve had to get your nails fixed twice so far. Once, because you dropped a weight and broke your nail, another time, because the chemicals in the equipment cleaner stained your gel polish. Worst of all, you were getting no closer to getting in his pants. You planned on giving up once your month-long free trial was up, but by a stroke of luck, you caught his eye when you weren’t lifting the weights properly.
“You’re gonna hurt yourself.”
“Huh?” This was the first time you were hearing his voice in what felt like forever.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to disturb you, but you’re doing it wrong,” he says, abandoning his stuff near the other weights and coming up behind you. He offers a kind smile before hesitantly placing his hand on your lower back, unsure if he should touch you, but also trying to offer some guidance. You take in a sharp breath when he plants his hand down with more pressure to adjust your posture.
“You’re gonna hurt your back and possibly your knees like that,” he says, looking at you through the mirror, assessing the difference in how you were pulling the bar up before compared to now.
You’re trying to keep your wits about you, but his hand never leaves your lower back. He keeps it there as you rep the bar. A warmth is pooling in your gut the longer it stays there, and you know it’s not your core muscles burning.
“That’s good. Better?” Once you drop the bar and turn around to face him, his hand falls away from your back, a sliver of warmth dissipating with his separation.
You nod. “Yeah, thanks…”
“Sunghoon,” he offers with an outstretched hand, which you are eager to grab. Damn, his calluses are no joke. “I’ve seen you around the last few weeks. I would’ve introduced myself sooner, but I didn’t wanna be one of those douchebags who insert themselves in other people’s business.”
His smile shows off a glimmer of pointy canines that you are weirdly interested in having rip into you. He could rip into you as well if he wanted. Throw you over a weight bench and fuck you from behind. He surely could. His body indicated he had the strength for it. You wonder what else he had the strength for.
“No, you’re fine.” It takes effort to pull your eyes away from his arms. “I don’t really know what I’m doing. I’ve been sort of just going with whatever I see online.”
Sunghoon nods, planting his hands on his hips and inadvertently outlining the ratio between his upper body and his waist. Holy fuck was this man a walking statue.
“I could help you out if you’d like. I think we come around a similar time, so I should be able to give you some pointers until you get the hang of it.”
And give you some pointers, he did. Quick to renew your membership after that day, you learned that Sunghoon is quite the hands-on teacher.
If you were working legs, he would run his hands over your thighs, poking and prodding the exact muscles you were working. He would guide you if he saw your form slipping. If he caught you trying to cut yourself short, he would push you harder. He would press you down into your stretches. He would push your head if you were holding it in a way that would strain you. It was so much that you could never end a session without slipping away in the bathrooms for ten minutes to “refresh yourself” before meeting with him for a smoothie.
You got to sit across from him in the small refreshment spot while he praised you on your improvement. You were willing to sacrifice having perfect hair by the end of the gym session if it meant he would be gripping on your thigh and applauding you for doing a good job. You've got to see him with wet, tousled hair in muscle tees and sweatpants. Sweatpants that made his print so prominent, it should be a crime for him to walk around like that. You’ve caught a few moms and younger girls checking him out when he assists you, but they never tried anything. Their jealousy only ever burned in their eyes while he pressed his dick up against your ass, showing you where you were going wrong and how to correct yourself.
If you were anywhere else, you would have had his dick in your mouth right now. But this is a public gym, and he hasn’t presented any indicators that he wants anything to do with you outside of working out. That was until today, when you barely made it halfway through your workout before blurting out what you had been keeping to yourself for almost two months now.
He was doing his set while you rested. You watched him hip thrust heavy weights, grunting every time he pushed up. Sweat was beading down his forehead, and his teeth were dug deep into his lip. He grunted and forced his hips up on the last few reps when you slipped up and said what was embedded deep in your subconscious.
“Fuck me next.” You half moaned out through an exhale.
Realizing you actually said that, your eyes shot to Sunghoon, who was already looking at you.
“What?” Sunghoon huffs with a smile before racking the set.
Wide-eyed and fumbling for a response, you blink at him. “Huh?”
“You said something.” He takes a sip from his water bottle, all while watching you with a little too much heat in his gaze.
“Uh… I was just saying, ‘Fuck, me next.’ I wanted to go after you.” You come up with that on the fly, but he doesn’t look all that convinced. If anything, he’s extremely amused.
Licking his lips, Sunghoon intrudes into what was a comfortable distance for gym buddies. “I don’t think you can lift that.”
With heated cheeks, you still try to defend yourself. “I’m sure I could try.”
He shakes his head and pushes back his damp hair. “No, you’ll hurt yourself. We can find something else for you to do.”
The look in his eyes should have told you what he meant. You hadn’t expected for that “something else” to take place in the back of his car. There was no making it to his house. You were halfway through a session with still ample energy to burn off. If either of you waited any longer, you would’ve likely combusted.
“Keep going. Just like that.” He grunts, thrusting up while you ride him.
“Don’t stop,” you respond, forcing your lower half flush with his.
His hips are more powerful than you might have guessed. Each thrust slams up into you, sending his dick deep enough to nudge your cervix. You moan and drop your weight down on him. Sunghoon’s in the same boat as you. He’s got your wet pussy dripping around him, mixing with the sweat that was already coating your body.
“I think this might be one of the first exercises you’re a natural at,” he smiles, gripping your hips.
He pushes up with enough force that it would send you flying off his lap if your nails weren’t currently embedded in his shoulders. You drag them down his skin and across his pecs, watching the pale skin trail red under your touch. It’s so hot watching his face contort, watching his muscles ripple as he clenches his core to drive his hips up. His biceps are practically fucking screaming with how tight he’s gripping your hips.
“Gonna come,” you moan, bouncing more vigorously. You hop off before you can finish rolling your hips forward against his stomach. You drag your pussy along the contours of his abs, moaning deeply when the friction does wonders for your clit.
“Fuck,” he curses. This was hotter than he expected.
Sunghoon’s been watching you eye-fuck him for weeks, but never wanted to give you the time, like any other woman. They would all quit eventually when they realized he wasn’t the type of guy to fuck anything in yoga pants and a tiny bra. But you were so fucking determined, he couldn’t ignore you even if he wanted to. He saw the wet spots left from your crotch when you got off the seats. He saw your eyes glazing over whenever he kept his hands on you for too long. He saw it and could only ignore it for so long before it led to this.
You reached back and stroked his dick while gliding your pussy back and forth. Your slick coated his skin. His abs shone in the evening glow passing through the windows. He couldn’t stop himself from coming while watching your head loll back. You dragged your pussy faster as he came across your backside.
Sunghoon cursed and gripped your ass, pushing you across his abs until your sounds of pleasure finally ceased, and even then, you were looking down at him with what can only be described as insatiable hunger.
Biting your lip, you climb off his lap and fit yourself between his legs. He’s spent, but you have yet to taste him the way you have dreamed about so many times.
You wrap your hand around his slick shaft and stroke him while taking the top half into your mouth. Sensitive, he curses upon initial contact. You spit and suck around his dick, taking him into your mouth, enjoying the sweaty aroma that perfumes his pubic area. You moan and swallow him down deeper, chasing to taste his cum on your tongue.
“Fuck,” he wheezes with clenched fists. He’s controlling the urge to fuck into your mouth but also pull away. He doesn’t know which to give in to more, but you don’t give him much of a choice when you bury your face into his hips and salivate around him, gorging yourself on the taste of him mixed with your arousal. It was like a drug, fueling your dripping pussy and driving you over the edge with just a few swift rolls of your clit.
You pull up, moaning like a cheap slut with your hand between your legs. Once you separate, you leave a generous amount of spit on his dick and stroke him quickly. He watches the pornographic display before him and doesn’t last a minute more.
He spills a second set of ropes that you are quick to catch by wrapping your lips around his head. You suck him dry until he’s physically pushing you away, no longer able to handle the power of your skilled mouth.
He can barely catch his breath when he hears you saying something while slipping your sports bra back on. “You think we could work this into our cardio routine?”
HELLOOO, could you write something about cowboy sunghoon……….
i gotchu boo
Nothin' But Trouble - Park Sunghoon
~~Sunghoon was a farm hand for your dad. He knew the troubles that might meet him from messing with you. However, he also knew that he wasn't one to pass up on bouncing around in the barn with you either.~~
wc: 1.1k
content: vaginal penetration, no protection (wrap ur willy)
Straw was everywhere. In your hair. Under your shirt. Digging into your skin. You could say with certainty this was far from being the ideal place to have sex. But it was all you had to work with, and Sunghoon tried. He laid out two thick blankets to offset any discomfort, but there is only so much one can do when you’re getting up to nefarious activities in a barn.
He should have known you were up to no good when you pulled him out of the fields with a sinister grin on your face. He had a pile of work to do before he was off duty, and your dad wasn’t exactly the most forgiving man. Anyone in town knew that much. He had chased your last boyfriend out of the house with his pants around his ankles and a shotgun aimed at his temple. The boy pissed his boxers and dumped you over the phone the next day. You had thrown quite the tantrum after that, seeing as no boys would come within a ten-mile radius of you. At least, not without fear your dad would pump them full of shells.
There were only three things the man cared about above anything else. His wife, his animals, and you.
Which is why it is an extremely bad idea for Sunghoon to be here with you, bouncing giddily on his lap. He grunts when you push your hips down. Your wet heat is flush with his base, and you seem to be attempting to milk him dry with how much you’re squeezing him. He's by no means a cow, but you're working him like he is.
Eyes fluttering shut, he groans, “Your father’s gonna kill me."
His hands rest on your thighs, gripping the plush skin to balance you while you bounce more. Skin slaps. Bodies stick. Juices mingle.
Today was one of those days that brought blistering heat. That left the barn sitting at high temperatures and sweat dripping from both of you. Beads of perspiration slide down your neck and into your shirt before you've had enough.
Sunghoon watches you lift your tank top over your head, quick to toss it aside. Then, you undo your bra, letting your hands run over your slick chest. A satisfied moan ripples out when your fingers glide over your nipples.
He curses under his breath. You were completely bare now, free riding like a wild mare. And he was trapped underneath you with his pants resting around his thighs.
“No he won’t. Not if he doesn’t know.” You giggle and plant your hands on his chest.
As much as he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, he was a very willing participant. You were quite hexing. He could admit that much.
Sunghoon was your dad’s farm help. A fresh-faced man with calloused hands and practical muscles built for handling arduous labor.
You’d seen him toss around mounds of heavy material, wishing it were you. You watched him tear off his flannel on extremely hot days, his biceps rippling and his undershirt drenched with sweat. You helped him clean his wounds with the occasional work incident. You even had a beer or two with him when your mom would insist that he stay for dinner.
It wasn’t hard to tell you had the hots for him. That much was obvious. Sunghoon chose to play oblivious, though, in favor of keeping his job. And his head.
But he couldn’t hold out much longer when you dragged him into the barn and dropped to your knees to suck him off. Your mouth was heavenly. He could say the same for your pussy as well.
Every rise and fall of your hips had him on the edge of spilling his load. Fuck. He wasn’t gonna last at this rate. Not with you riding him like your personal toy. No. He would need to gain an advantage.
Moving his hand between your bodies, he finds your clit. He presses his thumb into the sensitive bud and watches your hips stutter on his cock.
Your head reels back, and a moan roars out. With wide eyes, he slaps his other hand over your mouth.
“Are you trying to get me killed, sugar?” His tone is tight. What the hell were you doing screaming so loud? Trying to get a shell in his skull?
You shake your head, grinding down on his lap to solidify how good it feels. It wasn't on purpose, but that didn't matter when his life was at stake. His thumb rolls your clit more, and you whimper behind his hand.
“If you’re gonna make a mess of yourself, do it quietly,” he grunts, pushing his hips up to slap against your ass. Your body jostles from the thrust, almost knocking you off his lap from the force of it.
Gripping onto his shoulders, you hold yourself steady now.
When he’s sure you’ve calmed down, he pulls his hand away from your mouth and plants it on your hip. “You good?” he questions with a raised brow.
Your nod was swift and eager. He didn’t need to see your teeth digging into your lip to know you were holding yourself back. You were shivering from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. The pressure on your clit was delicious paired with the thickness of his cock buried deep inside you.
The coil in your belly was pulling tight and you barely needed much to get you there. Which was good for Sunghoon because he was right there with you.
“Well then be a doll and keep quiet for me.” With both hands now planted on your hips and thighs braced underneath him, Sunghoon hammers up into you.
“Oh-” you catch yourself on the tailend of the noise he knocks out of you. He glares at you momentarily but doesn’t stop for a second. Teeth gritted, Sunghoon continues at his deep pace, bouncing you on his lap with fervor to get both of you to the finish line.
You gasp and whimper, but you hold strong as his hips slap against yours. It dragged heavy against your walls, rubbing the right spots and making your vision go blurry. Biting your tongue, you make quick work of your clit, rubbing fast and hard. The pleasure is insurmountable.
And before you know it, you’re careening over the edge into a mind numbing bliss. Sunghoon pours into you, a deep groan rumbling in his throat when his head falls back, his hat flying off and cock twitching with every rope spilled.
“Shit,” he huffs out.
Coated in sweat and completely spent, Sunghoon falls back on the thick blankets. You hop off his lap and pull on your shorts before taking the spot next to him. From the expression on your face, he can tell you’re quite pleased with yourself.
“We’re never doing that again.” He keeps his eyes on the barn ceiling when he says it, his hands busy fussing with the buckle of his belt. You chuckle at the lack of conviction behind his words.
“Sure we aren’t.” Grabbing his fallen hat, you stand to your feet and walk over to the barn door.
“I hope you like spaghetti. Mom’s cookin tonight.” You plop the hat on your head and tilt it up to get a good look at him. “Maybe then you’ll get this back.” With a grin, you undo the latch and swing the door open, running back home before he can even attempt to catch up to you.
~~Getting fucked outside of a club wasn't on your list of things to do while in Korea, but if it was with Park Sunghoon, you were sure you could make an exception.~~
You knew you wanted your trip to Korea to be unforgettable, but you never imagined that to mean getting fucked in the alleyway of a club by Park Sunghoon. That wasn’t even in your realm of possibilities, but somehow you’re here with your skirt pulled up and his cock drilling into you.
“Oh fuck Sungh-”
He cuts you off with a hand around your mouth before you can get his name out.
“Don’t talk,” he hisses while grinding his hips against your ass.
Even though he would love nothing more than to hear you scream your heart out to the rooftops, he didn’t need you drawing any attention to him when he wasn’t supposed to be in the club district in the first place.
You moan under the restriction of his palm, pressing your body back to chase his cock. He meets you halfway, snapping his hips forward to feed you what you were craving.
The feeling was truly electric. Liquor was buzzing in your veins, none of which you had to buy because men had been watching you all night. Sunghoon was one of them. Hat slung low in a tight-fitted tee, he approached you on the dance floor and saddled up close to you.
It didn’t take much to figure out what he wanted. It didn’t take hardly anything to get you outside. Already knowing who he was made it a luxury. You were getting fucked by a man that millions of people wished they had the chance to even touch.
Reaching under your top, you toy with your chest, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples between your fingers. Your cunt clenched around him, dragging him deeper in. You arched your body back to fit against his, enjoying the heat radiating off of him with every thrust.
“Fuck,” he groans at the feeling of your pussy massaging his cock.
Releasing your lips, he reminds you to keep quiet before wrapping his bicep around your throat. It forces you closer to him. It forces him deeper inside you. It makes your buzzing head even lighter and floatier.
Through tremendous effort, you swallow down the guttaral moan that was on the tip of your tongue and pull your lip between your teeth.
This was fucking nirvana.
Your eyes are glazed over as you look up at the night sky, Sunghoon’s warm breath tickling your ear with every push. He grunts and fucks you deeper, the proximity making his thrusts deep and prominent.
You could feel everything. The way his bicep flexed around your throat as he held you there. The impressive lines of muscle hidden beneath his shirt pressed up against your back. The shape of his cock molds your insides to remember him even after this night ends.
Reaching around, you grab his other hand and pull it underneath your shirt. Your hand falls away the second he kneads your breast.
It was difficult, you must say. Not moaning his name when he was wrecking your body just a small distance away from where the general public was walking up and down the street. Anyone could come in here to take a piss or have a quick smoke, and yet you knew they wouldn’t.
When he first pulled you into the dark space, there was a couple just a bit off to the side. Whether Sunghoon noticed them or not, you were unsure, but it was likely they didn’t recognize him as he crowded you against the brick wall and shoved his fingers into your underwear. You were so enraptured by the moment that you didn’t care about the prying eyes. You didn’t care that they were watching you get fingered hardly twenty paces away from them. They ran off, but you wouldn’t have cared if they had stayed. You were high on an adventure you would never get to experience back home.
It was that very reason you gave Sunghoon no warning before you came around him. He gripped your chest harder and wound his arm tighter when he felt you give up completely. You let your legs give out, knowing he could hold you and that he would fuck you through your orgasm until he reached his own peak.
“Shit,” he grunted as he ground his cock deep in your walls, coming into the condom with a tight grip around your throat and your body spasming at his hands.
thank youuuu. i didn't plan on falling in love with this story as much as i did. i had something else planned for this originally, but as i was drafting, i completely shifted from that thought and went in a completely different direction
'talk you through it' hoon makes my brain go brrrrr
Too Much, Never Enough - Park Sunghoon
~~You were tired of waiting with Sunghoon. He was giving you everything, but what you truly wanted. However, you would come to understand that all the prep was worth it.~~
wc: 1.6k
content: fingering, oral (f receiving), squirting, vaginal penetration, no protection (wrap ur willy), nipple stimulation, overstimulation, tears, SUNGHOON HAS A BIG DICK
It’s been an hour. You can’t take it anymore. You’re shaking like a leaf and your mind is slipping away. If he makes you come anymore, you’re gonna become a puddle of goo.
The sheets were already soaked underneath you. After the first handful of orgasms, Sunghoon had tossed the drenched towel aside. It was only delaying the inevitable. You were gonna make mess no matter what, so better to embrace it fully.
“Hoonie,” you whimper, catching his attention.
He looks up from between your legs, the lower half of his face wet and his lips swollen. He hums in acknowledgment that he’s listening before giving your inner thighs a soft kiss.
“I think-” A hiccup produces, your body desperate to suck in air. “I think I’m ready now.”
Sunghoon gazes into your eyes. They were glossed over, making your vision hazy around the edges. Tears stained your cheeks and your lips were bitten raw.
Plump. Red. Pretty. That’s all he could think. He knew how much the preparation was taking its toll on you, but he wanted to be sure that you could handle it. If that meant back-to-back mind-numbing orgasms, then he would do what was necessary.
“Sorry, baby. Just one more. Can you do that for me?”
He watches your lips quiver at the idea of tolerating anymore than this. He’s done enough. You wanted him now.
But you weren’t ready yet.
You whimper when you feel him push three fingers inside of you. He scissored them open, letting them stroke your inner walls.
“I can take it. I swear.” Your words come out with a shudder like you were standing out in the cold. In reality, you were in Sunghoon’s bed, shivering and overstimulated.
“One more. I promise.” He lowers his head between your legs and latches onto your clit. He suckles on the bundle of nerves, feeling the way your thighs shake around his head. It’s a slick, wet mess down there as he pulls his fingers in and out. They stretch and poke and prod for what feels like forever. He’s doing it on purpose, neglecting that sweet spot inside you up until the very last moment. It makes your hole drool more in desperation for what he refuses to give. It drips down the crack of your ass and onto the sheets to join the mess that already sits there.
Once he’s done playing around, Sunghoon maneuvers his digits to give you what you want. He curls them up and massages that sweet button. And he knows he’s hit it when your hips jump against his face, pushing him further into the wet mess. He smiles and rolls out his tongue. He laps at your pussy. He tastes the delicious arousal that coats his fingers.
Your hands grip the sheets, and you quiver tremendously. There’s no point in warning him. He knows it’s coming. So he holds his position when you release into his mouth. The clear liquid drenches his face and falls onto his sheets.
“Attagirl. Just like that,” he coos, now punching that button with a little more force until you squeeze tight around his fingers in an effort to force them out.
You gasp and shake, eyes screwed shut. But he pushed you further, taking everything you had to give him until you had nothing left to give.
He pulls at the drawstring of his sweatpants. When he’s kicked his clothes to the floor, you can finally see him in all his glory. Fuck, was he magnificent. You thought that everytime you saw his body. You would never get tired of marveling at it. But now he was giving you the opportunity to enjoy it fully.
In the past, you were only allowed to touch it. You knew how big he was. Your mouth could hardly handle it. So you understood the need for the prep, but it felt excessive. He could have slid in after the first two orgasms. Instead, he chose to rip out so many that you couldn’t even comprehend the number if you tried.
Stroking himself with his soaked hand, Sunghoon kneels above you, marveling at your naked form. His eyes are hooded and his tongue keeps running over his lips, savoring the remains of your orgasm.
“I can’t wait to finally be inside you,” he huffs. “I’ve felt you come around my fingers a billion times, but now I need you to come on my cock.”
His words send heat running straight to your cheeks. You don’t shy away, though. You part your legs wider for him. Then, he smiles and lets his weight fall forward. His hands brace on the bed and you shudder with him over you. You can feel him. Heavy and hard slotting up your pussy.
“Oh.”
He chuckles at your response. “Still think you can handle it?”
A raised brow from him eggs you on. You weren’t backing down.
Reaching down, Sunghoon positions himself at your entrance. Then ever so slowly, he pushes in. Your warmth engulfs his tip, and he’s the one giving a physical reaction this time.
“My god,” he hisses.
His hips twitch, but he fights it. If he moves too fast, he’ll hurt you. But if he doesn’t get inside of you within the next few minutes, he’s gonna come with your gummy walls enveloping his tip. He would be inside you, but not the way he wants.
Concentrating on breathing, Sunghoon looks down at you. So far you were doing fine. No pained expressions, yet.
He feeds you the next few inches, and then he hears it. A whimper breaks through the air and your hands are fisting the sheets. He retreats a little, ready to pull out and prep you a bit more. But you’re faster.
“No,” you pant with your hand on his lower back to hold him in place. “Don’t stop.”
“Baby-”
“Keep going.”
Encouraged by your determination, he nods. His lips fall to your neck as he pushes in more. He mumbles against your skin, “Tell me when.”
Inch by inch, his cock ventures further. Underneath him, your hips twitch and your breathing picks up, but your hand stays planted on his back. So he doesn’t stop, not until you’re physically sobbing underneath him from the stretch.
“How much more?” you whimper.
Smiling against your neck, he mutters, “You did it.”
“Huh?” Your eyes are glossy with unshed tears when you turn your head.
“Look, baby,” he says.
Looking between your bodies, you see that his hips are flush to yours. A heavy sigh leaves your chest, tears finally spilling over when you blink.
“Finally.”
“You did so well for me, baby,” he kisses away the salty tears and then gives you a soft one on the lips. You moan into the kiss, relief bubbling over that you’re finally one with Sunghoon.
When he pulls away, he whispers against your lips. “Can I fuck you now?”
A nod was all he needed as an answer, then he’s slowly pulling out. He retreats halfway before pushing back in.
“How’s it feel?” He grunts when your walls clench around him.
“Too big.”
He chuckles before nodding in understanding. You were like a vice on his cock. It took severe restraint not to finish in you already. But he wanted to savor this. The sweet sight of you underneath him impaled on his cock, taking him so beautifully.
“So pretty like this,” he whispers, “Touch yourself for me, baby.”
You hold his gaze as you bring your hands down to your chest. You squeeze one tit, then the other, before tweaking your nipples. He feels the pleasure as your pussy drips more and massages his cock. He grinds his hips into you, enjoying the way your eyes roll back with him so deep inside.
His cock reaches places his fingers never could, and that draws a blissful moan from your pretty lips. You pinch your nipples and writhe underneath Sunghoon as he fucks you.
When he feels the tightness pulling in his balls, he has to force himself to pull out. He wanted so badly to come inside, but he knew that he would never stop once he started. He would fuck you full of his cum until it was leaking out and joining the mess on the sheets.
Sunghoon groans when you’re no longer surrounding him, but he doesn’t go far. He slots his cock between your folds and spills his load there. You moan at the feeling of his cum mixing with your juices. Then, he rocks his shaky hips, forcing himself to power through and bump the head of his cock against your aching clit.
“Come for me, baby. Give me one more.”
And you’re weak to Sunghoon’s commands. With a tug of your nipples and a nudge of your clit, you’re arching off the bed and making a mess of yourself once more. And Sunghoon doesn’t wait for you to stop because he needs to feel it. He’s felt the way you quiver while finishing on his fingers, but he needs you to do it on his cock now. So he pushes back in, the sudden fill of him making you wail at the top of your lungs.
“So good,” he huffs out.
Sunghoon’s been missing out, he thinks, because this was fucking euphoria. He was a fool. How had he gone this long without being inside of you?
“Baby.”
You twitch underneath him; any response besides that is practically impossible.
“Do you think you could handle a few more?”
His spent cock was jumping back to life. He’s apologized a lot tonight. What’s a few more apologies?
A go-go dancer reader and the guy forced to go to a rave night at the club with his friends.
Ni-ki or Sunghoon???
i can imagine it now
The entire place is lit up in neon and glitter. He was not informed by his friends of the dress code, so he is standing there in black while everyone else is lit up in bright yellows, greens, and pinks. He saddles up at the bar, already over the night because the music isn't to his taste, but his friends weren't taking no for an answer that night since he flaked on all the past club nights.
He tosses back a few radioactive colored shots while watching the mass of people on the dance floor jump around. Then his attention is captured by you as you climb into the cage. You loom over the crowd in a skimpy white getup, the blue lights, making it glow a bright neon blue shade. You dance around in the cage, grinding and swaying, attracting attention from the patrons below.
He's watching your hypnotic performance, finding it impossible to look away as you drip paint down your body. Your dance goes on for what feels like an eternity before you descend from the cage, eyes locked with his. You order a few of those toxic waste shots and knock them back before looking to the man sitting on the barstool next to you.
You seduce him onto the dance floor, pulling off his black shirt and painting him like a rainbow with your paint-stained body. Then it carries over to one of the private sections of the club. You beckon him to the private balcony over the crowd where you let him fuck you until both of your bodies become a neon canvas, your hand prints all over his body and his all over yours.
