Claimed - Lee Sangwon
sub!sangwon x dom!reader Smut Word count: 1k
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Guys, I’m obsessed with Alpha Drive One, especially Sangwon. I saw a photo shoot they did and fell in love, I really wish there were more content about them here. Sangwon gives off a very striking submissive energy.
@littleleowon @hoondrop (You’re definitely partly responsible for my obsession)
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Sangwon’s skin, white as snow, was now tinted red in very specific places. Marks left by your lips, as if you had decided, silently and anything but discreetly, to claim what was yours. A clear reminder for him not to go around showing off as if he didn’t have someone to put him back in his proper place.
And there you were, the two of you locked inside the host’s bedroom. Leo couldn’t even begin to imagine what was happening behind that door. But deep down, this was Sangwon’s fault, not yours.
You were simply reacting exactly the way he wanted.
He wanted your attention, didn’t he? And now, he had every single second of it.
Your movements over Sangwon were slow, calculated, almost cruel in their precision. Each motion drew a heavier breath from him, pushing him dangerously close to the edge. Your mouth, in contrast, explored his neck at an unhurried pace, marking him, provoking him.
His arms wrapped around your body in a failed attempt to control the rhythm, to ask for more without having to say it out loud.
“B-baby, please…” he begs, his voice thick with need, as if this were a matter of survival.
His bright eyes meet yours, pleading for mercy. But tonight, you had no intention of giving in so easily.
“I need you to be clear about what you want,” you reply, a smile of pure provocation playing on your lips.
He frowns in frustration. You both knew exactly what he wanted. You were just being deliberately cruel, and he knew he deserved it.
What he couldn’t admit, not even to himself, was how much it excited him: your control, your firmness, the way you dominated every reaction of his body.
From the moment you appeared behind him at the party and whispered for him to follow you, an electric wave ran through his entire body. He stood there for a few seconds, gathering the courage, even though he knew he would end up following you anyway.
He always knew.
Giving attention to other people was the fastest way to provoke you. And deep down, he loved it, loved being corrected by you.
“You’re being mean…” he murmurs, almost whiny.
And the smile you give him in response makes one thing very clear: this was far from over.
You laugh at his comment, the sound muffled against Sangwon’s soft neck. Then one of your hands slowly slides over his body, finding exactly the reaction you were expecting. The provocative touch draws a restrained moan from him, and his hands leave your waist to clutch desperately at the sheets beneath you.
For a brief moment, you pull away from his lap. The gesture sparks a flash of panic in his eyes, short, intense. But then you position yourself between his legs, reclaiming control of the situation without saying a single word.
With calculated calm, you undo his pants, casting an attentive glance at what lies beneath the fabric.
He’s completely at your mercy, you think, satisfied.
You know how loud Sangwon can get when he loses control. And this was definitely not the moment to draw unwanted attention.
Holding the white T-shirt he’s wearing, you tell him to open his mouth. With firm delicacy, you press the hem of the fabric between his lips, a clear attempt to muffle any sound that might escape.
“Don’t you dare let it fall,” you warn softly.
He nods quickly, obedient now, nothing like the provocative brat he had been earlier.
One of your hands stays firm, guiding every reaction, while you lean in, slow, deliberate. Feeling your closeness, Sangwon loses control for a second and lifts his body toward you in an instinctive reflex.
You don’t scold him. You simply continue, alternating rhythm and focus, concentrating exactly where you know he’s most sensitive. What you don’t do with one movement, you make up for with another, a precise, almost cruel combination.
Sangwon closes his eyes, completely undone, feeling the world spin around you.
Even as he bites down hard on his own shirt, his sounds spill into the room. His eyes roll back, unfocused, while his hands search desperately for something to hold onto. His body grows hotter with every second, and he realizes, too late, that you’re speeding up on purpose.
The urgency builds inside him like a wave impossible to contain.
With the fabric clenched between his teeth, he tries to warn you, to mumble something that might resemble a plea. But you show no intention of stopping. On the contrary, your presence grows even more intense, more dominant, as if you were determined to push him past the limit.
Then a louder, uncontrollable sound escapes him. His legs tremble, his body gives in, and he completely loses control. You notice every reaction, every shudder, and still, you don’t pull away.
Even after he comes, you continue for a few moments longer, just enough to draw a broken sound from him, almost a sob. The shirt falls from his mouth, forgotten. Any trace of restraint dissolves under the intensity still coursing through his body.
“I-it’s too much…” he manages to murmur, his voice shaking.
You know he’s sensitive. You can feel it in the way his body tenses against you, in the legs that refuse to stop trembling, in the silent tears slipping from his bright eyes.
“I’m going to… I’m going to…” the words are lost between broken sounds, and he comes again, even more intensely than before.
When you finally pull away, you take in the state Sangwon is in.
Completely undone. And absurdly beautiful.
His cheeks flushed and slightly damp, his hair a mess, his chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven breaths, a perfect portrait of your influence over him.
You lean in and place a light kiss on his face, almost too gentle for what had just happened.
“Are you going to behave for the rest of the party?” you whisper.
He smiles, weak, satisfied, still trembling.
“Yes, ma’am.”
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