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She's not good for you
Teaser?: Sunwoo, God Sunwoo, your bestfriends boyfriend. So sweet he could give the most healthy person a cavity, and your bestfriend? She's the worst person for him
Warnings: praising, overstimulation, voice kink, unprotected sex, grinding, cheating(his girlfriend cheats), pussydrunk sunwoo
Just a little psa, idk when this will be done but here's my first ever fanfic teaser!
true slut | (m) ࣪༯
author’s note: i had several men in mind when actually drafting this so that’s why there isn’t a name or other specifics. if anybody would be interested in a “full” version plsss let me know (honestly might write it anyway) but this was just me writing out my brain rot after a dream i had.
enjoy!
you came in the house a few nights ago, giddy as all hell while you told him about a blush you were so excited to finally get your hands on.
he listened attentively, mirroring your excitement due to the way your eyes lit up. the way you squealed pulling it out of the packaging to show him.
“well, when you finally wear some i wanna see. yeah?” he hums as you nod in response, punctuating his sentence with a kiss on your temple before he retreated back to the couch.
he wanted to watch you play in your makeup? who would you be to deny him.
trying out a new blush. that’s all this had been.
a bit on your cheeks, the tiniest dot applied in the center of your pout underneath a slightly absurd coat of lip gloss.
now smudged traces of your lips adorn his cheeks, neck, hands, and lips. the true cherry red shade perfect against the contrast of his skin.
prior to this for about half an hour, he’d sat in the bed and watched you sit and apply a full face of makeup, including the true red blush that you’d gone little "crazy" over.
and looking at you now, he was starting to understand your obsession with the cherry colored paint.
he’d approached you, cooing about how gorgeous you looked and how cute it was that makeup excited you so much.
the moment your face had shown the artificial red tint, he found himself swallowing hard. his own cheeks were growing hot, he was breathing faster, his tongue repeatedly jutting out to wet his lips subconsciously.
his pants grew too tight.
then you were leaning over your vanity, head resting on your forearms as he decorated your lower back with cherry red profanities and firm strokes of the blush applicator.
his left hand is placed gingerly on your hip pressing you into his growing bulge. you swear you can feel the heat from a wet patch that has formed on the front of his pants. gosebumps rise to the surface of your skin as he hisses, stroking another character onto your back watching it quickly dry slightly staining each spot in its path.
you clear your throat, voice hoarse. "you're hard."
he nods his head, his hand never faltering in motion.
“can you blame me? baby, just look at yourself, ” he leans down to whisper in your ear. you can hear the way his lips curve in amusement while he scantily kisses the space between your neck and jaw before he pulls away. “fitting, isn’t it?”
you're confused by what he means until you realize he’s done writing. setting down the applicator, his newly free hand lands firmly on your other hip.
his head slightly lulls to the side as he forces your ass even further into his growing problem. you whine, and a desperate huff leaves your lips. you can feel him staring at you in the mirror.
your eyes are glossed over, stray hairs faintly kissing your sticky, parted, and panting lips.
he’d barely touched you and you were a cock drunk mess.
using the minimal strength you had in the moment you pushed up yourself onto your hands so that you could fully see what he’d taken his time to so carefully compose.
he tenderly tugs at you until you're upright. then he's turning your body completely with the same gentle touch. your breath hitches when you turn your head around towards the vanity, finally able to read what he’s written.
the letters are large, not too spaced out. ironically they’re placed right in the center of your lower back, comparable to a tramp stamp.
you almost laugh, but your too far spent from tension.
slut.
has been boldly painted on your skin in red pigment.
Needing You
Summary: Sunwoo’s forgetfulness to get his heat blockers lead to this? Well, maybe he wouldn’t mind being so forgetful again~ Especially if you, his coworker that he has a huge crush on, is willing to take care of him in any way he needs.
Smut, PWOP (see Aching for You for plot), Fluff?, Hybrid au (w/shifting capabilities), Coworkers to Lovers au
If you are a minor, please do not read/engage with this post. This is an 18+ work.
Warnings: Raccoon Hybrid! Sunwoo in Heat/Rut (making him very needy), a Major Scent kink (due to him being part raccoon), Protected -> Unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex), Multiple rounds, Slightly messy sex, Switch! Sunwoo & Switch! Reader, Whiny/Needy! Sunwoo, Begging (r! receiving), Overstimulation leading to tears (m! receiving), Scratching behind/Touching/Tugging on Sunwoo’s raccoon ears, Praise (m! receiving), Clit Stimulation (r! receiving), Endless orgasms (m! needing & receiving), Some marking & biting (r! receiving), Talks of Sunwoo wanting to eat you out badly but not being able to due to his heat/rut, Use of petnames: Woo and Baby *And if I missed anything lmk*
Word count: 2,974
Raccoon Hybrid! Sunwoo X Afab! Reader
[A/n: Happily tagging @helionepho in this part two/continuation! I hope you enjoy this continuation as much as I enjoyed writing it! Tbh I had already planned to make this, but it took me a lot longer than I expected. But I’m so happy about how well received the last one was. Thank you, guys, so much!]
A continuation of Aching for You (pls read this first!)
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He asks as you pull away from his soft plush lips, “Fuck, please, I need you… Please say I can have you?” You nod as you take him by his clean hand to lead him to his bed. His eyes are soft as he looks over you, “Are you sure? I’m not sure once it resurges if I’ll be able to stop.” You brush his hair out of his eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure. I like you Sunwoo, a lot. This is a normal part of your life. I can take it.” He hums and he gently pushes you against his bed. His lips capture yours again before he tells you, “I like you a lot too. I’m not silly for just anyone.” You grin, “Good.” Your lips meet his again, and your tongue grazes his bottom lip. He opens his mouth, and his tongue moves over yours. Neither of you were fighting for dominance, you were both just enjoying the tango.
He throws off his soiled hoodie, and your eyes rake over him, eagerly taking in the new sights. His ears twitch bashfully as he lets out a nervous laugh before he asks, “Like what you see, sweetheart?” You bite your lip and nod, and he kisses you again. His hands take their time unbuttoning your soiled blouse before he lets out a groan, “You’re so beautiful…” You blush and whisper a small ‘thank you’ as he continues undressing both of you, taking his sweet time. It isn’t until you’re fully naked and he’s kissing his way down your neck that you start to feel his body heat up again. Normally, in any other situation he’d be eating you out and enjoying making you scream for him from his tongue alone. But when his mind was being overloaded with the need to mate and hit his high repeatedly… He couldn’t and it was driving him mad. You looked like divinity, and he couldn’t even try a taste without needing to be inside of you first. He lets out a soft groan of defeat against your collarbone before he tells you softly as his rut starts to take over his mind, “I’m sorry I’d uh- I’d usually take care of you before I- and prep you- but-” You put your hand on his chest causing him to look up at you with sad eyes, his soft ears flat against his hair, as you tell him, “I promise I don’t mind. There will be plenty more times for that.” He groans as his ears instantly perk up because you’re implying there will be a next time.
In his barely functioning mind, he remembers to reach over in his bedside drawer and grab a condom. He shakily rolls it over himself after ripping the package open with his teeth. His hips buck into his hand, and he lets out a loud groan. You watch as his striped tail flicks wildly behind him as he gets lost in the sensation. He bites his lip as he looks you over again, “Fuck, baby, la-last chance…” You shake your head, refusing to leave. He needed your help, and you wanted him just as bad. You reach around his shoulders and pull him close to you again, “Please just fuck me, already…” He groans and his covered tip drags over your entrance. You shudder as he finally pushes inside of you. Usually, you’d need some kind of prep but with the little show he gave you a little bit ago, you were soaked beyond belief. You spread your legs a little wider to accommodate him better as he buries himself deeply inside of you, when he bottoms out, you both let out a loud groan.
He rests on his elbows above you and brings you in for a kiss as he starts moving inside of you. The reality of being inside of you, is beyond what he ever imagined. It was heavenly. Your lips move along his as he slowly increases his pace. When you part to let out a moan, a string of saliva connects you two and you both grin as it breaks. He moves his face from yours to bury his nose back into your collar like he had done before. The saccharine sweet smell of berries overtakes his senses, and he lets out a loud groan, pounding into you faster. Your sweet scent was perfectly overwhelming, and he couldn’t get enough of it. You reach your hand up to run your fingers in his hair to soothe him as he ruts faster into you, calmly stroking his silky hair as he ruts his hips desperately inside of you. Your hand bumps into his soft ears and you ask softly, “Can I pet your ears?” And he groans, “Please.” Your hand finally touches his soft ear, and it feels so fuzzy between your fingers. You can’t resist bringing your other hand to his opposite ear to feel the soft fuzz. And when you scratch behind them, he lets out a loud groan and gives you a particularly hard thrust, making you moan loudly. You quickly realize why he never let you touch them before, they were sensitive. And you grin as you use it to your advantage. You scratch and play with them, making him groan into your shoulder as he inhales your heavenly scent. You were too much for him. And he comes apart for you too quickly and it has him grumbling because he never finishes this fast. But his skin never cools down so he continues rutting into you working himself to another orgasm without a second thought.
You can hear him cursing against your shoulder, and you worry so you pull your hands back to see what’s wrong, not understanding that him cumming before you was why he was grumbling. And he lets out a dissatisfied noise. You resist giggling about how cute his antics are even in the heat of the moment before you quickly move your hands back to where they were. You rub his fuzzy ears, taking in how nice they feel between your fingers. They are as soft as they are sensitive, and you can’t resist giving them a little tug which causes him to let out a loud whine. And you smirk as you keep playing with them. The more you touch them, the faster his thrusts grow, and you can’t help but moan as he starts working you up to your orgasm. You gasp as you feel his hand sneak between your bodies, dancing along your sides before his fingers find their way to your clit. Your eyes go wide as he fingers brush against it, before he starts rubbing it circles. You let out a loud moan as you tug on his ears, making him groan loudly.
He nuzzles his nose into your collar, inhaling deeply, “F-fuck you smell so good, how… how am I ever supposed to get enough?” You whine, “Then don’t…” He groans as he sniffs you, and his hips start stuttering again. His fingers start moving your clit in harsh fast circles, trying to bring you to an orgasm at the same time. And he starts whining, “Plea-please cum with me… Please.” You bury your head into his shoulder as you start growing even closer to the edge. You feel tears in your shoulder as Sunwoo cries out, “I… I uh… Oh my god, I’m going to cum.” Your hand finds his unoccupied hand, and you grip it in yours as Sunwoo’s movements become more erratic. You whisper, “I’m almost there…” He groans, “Fuck…” He holds out for another minute as his cock twitches inside of you before he falls over the edge, spilling into his condom again. Your orgasm comes over in you waves as Sunwoo focuses on rubbing faster circles. You let out a loud cry as your walls convulse around his cock. He cries out into your shoulder as your walls clench around him causing him to whine from the overstimulation.
When you finally come down from your high, you feel how cool his skin has gotten. And you pout a bit; your personal furnace is cooling off and it’s too cold in his apartment. He immediately senses your goosebumps, “Ahh… sorry.” He apologizes and pulls the comforter over the two of you before he slowly pulls out of you. He ties up the condom and tosses it into his trashcan before he cuddles back into your shoulder. You two don’t talk much, just bask in the moment. Until you feel the heat starting to emit from him again. You can’t help the smile that makes its way onto your lips at the thought of getting fucked by him again. And he pouts, “Fuck, I was going to eat you out before it took over again…” You laugh before kissing his cheek, “Again, you’ll have time for that later, I promise.” His eyes are watery as he asks, “You genuinely mean that? Not just saying that because I’m about to lose my mind again?” You grab his face between your hands and pull him to you, “Genuinely. I like you a lot, I’m not just saying that to appease your inner raccoon.” He gives you the biggest smile as you bring him in for a kiss.
You watch as his eyes grow darker, before he has to grab another condom out of his drawer, “When… when this is over, I’m going to treat you to the best dinner out.” You smirk as you pull him to you, “I’ll hold you to that, Woo.” His hips buck at the mention of a new nickname, “A-a nickname?” You hum, “You like that?” He nods quickly, his eyes tightly clenching, “I really do.” You smirk grows wider, “Fuck me good, Woo.” He whines as he rolls the new condom over him quickly over his painfully hard length desperately bucking into it before he pushes inside of you. He lets out a soft sigh as he bottoms out before he starts fucking into you again.
The blanket falls from his shoulders as he pounds into you and your legs wrap around his waist to keep him close to you. The heat of his skin feels so delicious against the cold air that you forget why you were even cold to begin with. He falls towards you again, his hands bearing his weight above you as he starts licking over your lips before he kisses you deeply. His lips chase after yours as he fucks into you. He feels so warm sinking into you that you moan louder and louder for him as he chases another orgasm. He feels perfect inside of you; you can’t get enough of the sensation as his thrusts grow faster. You can’t help but play with his ears again, knowing how sensitive they are, wanting to bring him the most pleasure possible. And he whines, “Fu… Fuck not again.” He groans as he cums early again. He groans, “This has got to be a new record.” You giggle and he starts rutting his hips harder into you, immediately chasing another orgasm.
His striped tail flicks over your leg a couple times which makes you giggle, it’s so soft that it tickles your skin. It slinks around your leg and wraps around it. He trails kisses down your jaw before he settles back into your collar, to sniff and mark you up. His teeth leave small bite marks as he tries to leave pretty marks along your skin, and you let out little whines with every bite he leaves until his nose plants itself firmly against your neck. And he lets out a loud groan, and you feel his hips stutter inside of you again. “F-fuck… Sorry… I can’t- I have to…” You shake your head; he was worrying too much about satisfying you that he forgot you were here to help him not the other way around. And you coo at him, “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” He lets out an even louder groan. You feel his tail wrap around your leg tighter, drawing you closer to him as his hips start rutting into you again. You smell and feel so good to him, it’s like he’s ascending. This is probably what salvation feels like he believes. Fuck, he needs you in ways that his mind can’t physically comprehend right now.
You see how his hands shake at your sides and realize he won’t be able to touch you with the state he’s in. So, your fingers snake their way down. You let out a soft gasp as your fingers finally touch your clit, “Oh my god…” You bury your face into Sunwoo’s shoulder as you start working yourself up while his thrusts grow more erratic. You feel teardrops hit your shoulder and you start to realize he’s overstimulating himself. “Oh, baby, please, it's okay. If you need to stop-” He whines, “I can’t… I can’t- I have to- I need to cum- Please.” Your opposite hand makes its way back into his hair, and you start running your hands through it, trying to calm him down as he grows more and more desperate to release but his body isn’t letting him have that freedom. He cries, “I’m so close… but… I-” You coo at him, telling him sweet nothings, “It’s okay, you’re doing good. Fuck, you’re doing so good for me…” Your fingers start moving against your clit faster the whiner he gets, it’s so hot to you.
You turn your face to whisper in his ear sweet nothings about how good he’s being for you. Which makes him whine more before he desperately tells you, “I can’t cum, oh my god… I- help- please… Please can I cum? Please- I’m-” He starts begging you, babbling into your shoulder for a release, hoping his body would listen if you told him to cum inside of you. You scratch him behind his ears as you softly tell him, “It’s more than okay, you can cum. Fill me up.” You whisper into his ear, “Be a good boy, Sunwoo, and fill me up with your cum.” He groans as his orgasm finally hits him and has him seeing stars. His intense orgasm triggers your own, your walls convulse and shake around him as his cock twitches within you.
He pants into your ear as his arms finally give out from above you and he lays his whole-body weight on top of you. He murmurs out a small apology, and you coo at him, “You did so good for me, Woo… It’s okay. I promise.” You stroke his hair and kiss his forehead, trying to calm him down from the intense orgasm he just had. His striped tail that was wrapped tightly around you, slowly loosens and tickles you again, which makes you laugh. Causing Sunwoo to whimper from the sensation, “You’re gonna make me cum again.” You hold back your giggles as you pull him into a kiss. And that’s when you notice his body heat still hasn’t cooled down. Your eyes go wide as his hips start rocking into yours on autopilot. He’s halfway gone, and his body still craves another orgasm. He doesn’t even have the energy to change the condom he was wearing, as his cum spills from the condom and onto his black sheets. You couldn’t care less if he came inside of you at this point. You feel his cum spilling over you and under your thighs as he continues moving inside of you. He makes a mess of you as his hips continue rutting into yours. When he cums again, you feel him let out a soft sigh, finally relieving his inner raccoon. He pulls out and tosses the useless condom.
His eyes are soft and wide as he realizes what he did. And he apologizes with his ears flat against his hair, “I’m so sorry.” You shake your head, “It’s okay, I mean it. You were in the heat of the moment. It’s okay.” You kiss his jaw gently, trying to coax him from tears. And you tell him, “Next wave… I want to feel you cum inside of me.” His eyes are wide as he blinks at you, “You want me to fuck you raw!?” You giggle as you pull his face towards you, “Yes… I want to feel every bit of you.” He groans, “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He shakes his head, “This is insane. I can’t believe you…” He kisses you deeply before he asks just to be sure, “You positive?” You give him your best puppy dog eyes as you whine, “Please.” And he lets out a growl, “Oh, you’re asking for it, baby.” He nips your bottom lip as he makes out with you. He tells you against your lips, “This time… You’re gonna cum first, I’m determined.” You laugh, “It’s okay if I don’t. This is all about you… I’m helping you through your rut, not the other way around.” He shakes his head, pulling away from you as you feel his skin starting to heat up again, “I don’t care, you deserve it.” You grin, “Have it your way then~” And he brings you in for another kiss, “I will.”
Needless to say, when he’s cooled down again, you called off the rest of the week too. Reporting that you caught the same sickness that Sunwoo had. And that you didn’t want to risk infecting the rest of the office. You quickly hang up as Sunwoo rolls his hips into yours again. He drags his plush lips against yours as he tells you, “Fuck, I don’t even think a week of being inside of you will be long enough for me.” You laugh before he kisses you again, and his striped tail wraps securely around your leg.
heaven’s touch ✧ sw
✧ pairing: fallen angel!Sunwoo x fem!Reader ✧ warnings: smut (18+ minors dni), oral (m!receiving), cum swallowing, mentions of fingering/sex, size kink, biting, marking, slight possessiveness, teeny tiny bit of fluff near the end ✧ word count: 1.8k ✧ a/n: The Roar mv altered my being in ways I have not recovered from. This is the result of that. It’s also the reason Sunwoo has fangs (yes, it was necessary to include). Shout out to my friend for beta reading. You’re a real one. ✧ ao3
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The empty space of your apartment was quiet, save from the gentle hum of the air conditioner. The darkness only illuminated by the moonlight peaking through the blinds. The only signs of life were the shoes by the door and the jacket thrown over the arm of the sofa, something you'd get on to your boyfriend for in the morning. Though the fault of it being there was not entirely his. When the two of you arrived it had been a frantic flurry of hands and lips. Urgently shedding clothes to free more skin. It had been a distracted journey to your bedroom, the only area of your home currently lit and active as it had been for sometime. That was clearly evident by the light streaking from underneath the door and the accompanying noises coming from within.
In that time, Sunwoo had ravished you extensively. Hands, lips, tongue, and teeth everywhere with the marks to prove it. He was sure to take his time in taking you apart. Filling you up and bringing you to your climax over and over again. And still wanting more. His supernatural stamina was on full display and his eyes darkened with lust every time he removed his cock or fingers from your weeping cunt. He'd watched your hole clench around nothing, and saw how you'd greedily try to pull him back to your body any way you could. While you didn't share his superhuman status, what you lacked in ability, you made up for in desire. So every time he would ask for another round, you were happy to comply, eager even. Every time he filled you up felt like heaven, though in a much more sinful way.
That left you currently on your knees for him. The wet sound of your hands and mouth working over Sunwoo's dick bouncing off the walls. He bites his lip to contain the noises trying to escape him. Still, quieted grunts make it past his lips. You've been at it for hours, or at least what felt like hours. His sense of time isn't its sharpest right now. The pleasure from your mouth feels so delicious it's hard for him to think straight.
When he feels a twinge of pressure in his stomach he knows he won't last much longer. A large hand meets the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair and lightly pressing at your scalp. That was his warning sign. Where he thought you'd release him, you speed up instead. Bobbing your head all the more vigorously and letting your tongue glide along the underside of his shaft.
Sunwoo's composure begins slipping the more effort you put into finishing him off. His bottom lip now freed from his teeth, his breath comes out in labored huffs. He can feel his release barreling towards him. His free hand fists the sheets behind him in an attempt to brace himself. Then all at once it hits him.
The hand on your head pushes you down on him as your throat spasms around him. You swallow what you can before pulling off for air. Even after being freed from your mouth his release continues to leak from his tip. You return to lap up the cum slowly dripping down his shaft. Dragging your tongue along him you enclose your lips around his tip one last time while pumping the rest with your hand, humming around him as you savor the taste.
You look up to see his gaze fixed on you. His breathing no longer labored, but you can still see the rise and fall of his chest. You release him from your mouth with a gentle pop as he begins to soften in your hand. The look on your face is sweet and gentle in contrast to the sinful act you'd just finished.
"You always look so cute when you swallow my cum. You're gonna be the death of me," Sunwoo says as he reaches out to gently cup your face. His thumb swipes the corner of your mouth picking up what was left. You take his thumb into your mouth keeping eye contact with him. You hum again as you swirl your tongue around the digit, sucking gently. You release him to lick your lips, savoring the taste of him.
"So sweet" He coos, causing you to beam back at him. "It should definitely be illegal."
"Like you'd care about breaking laws. That's how you got here in the first place."
"Ow y/n, you wound me. Words hurt y'know," he pouts, retracting his hand and clutching his chest dramatically. His brows knit together with mock pain. The glimmer in his eyes would almost pass for crocodile tears, but you knew better.
"Really? Cause I thought that fall from grace woulda hurt much more," you say perching your elbows atop his knees. You hadn't truly spent time contemplating how you believed an angel was supposed to behave, fallen or not. As a mere human you never thought you'd be the one to be granted such a divine encounter. Nor that one encounter would turn into multiple becoming more intimate over time. But you liked this. The witty playfulness he came with. A back and forth you'd easily integrated into your dynamic. Teasing and poking was part of the act, even the ones taking place in the bedroom. You fit him with a puzzled expression, a purposeful exaggeration. A smile of concession creeps onto his face as he gives in.
"Alright, ya got me," He says putting his hands up as a light chuckle passes his lips. He leans back on his haunches and shuffles his way up the bed as you release his legs, moving to climb on beside him.
"I may have broken a rule or two in my lifetime, a couple big ones matter of fact, but I like to think things turned out alright."
"It brought me here. It brought me to you," he turns to look at you close. You're already eye to eye, but when he turns on his side to fully face you you feel an inexplicable magnetism pulling you in further. The small gap of space between your bodies feels invasive. An unwelcome third party. Despite how intertwined you had been not even an hour ago you still longed for his touch. The feeling of skin on skin and his warmth mingling with yours.
You're the one to close the gap, linking your leg around his and letting the rest of your body settle against him. You're not unfamiliar with feeling small, but it's times like this where it sticks out in your mind the most. It has to be the fact that he's a supernatural being. It's already the reasoning you've worked out to explain his speed and strength. It wouldn't be a stretch to say he's taller than most guys you've seen for the same reason. It's not at all something you mind, in fact it excites you. The effect of him towering over you practically reduces your brain to mush. Couple that with him manhandling you any way he pleases and you're gone.
"To think if I stayed up there as a good, law abiding angel, I would've never known you. Never gotten to see your beautiful eyes or your smile," his hand once again trails the side of your face and goes lower, passing your shoulders. "Never get to feel your soft curves," his hand finds your hips gently squeezing at the same place he'd been gripping you by earlier that evening. You wonder if he knew or could tell by the prints left in his wake.
"Never get to feel those pretty lips and that warm mouth around me," his face is inches from yours as most of your bodies are pressed together at this point. His breath fans over your skin making you shudder. You note the fact that he was staring at your lips before locking eyes with you again, they look darker than when you were exchanging light banter. There's hunger there now.
You can feel it when he kisses you. His tongue exploring your mouth again. His essence still lingering on your tongue making him more fervent as he groans into the kiss. A desire to mark you as his wells up in him. To see your skin littered with the proof of what you'd done. Leaving you soaked and your walls coated with white after pounding you into the mattress. Letting everyone know who you belong to. Whose you were.
"Mine," his words come out in a low rumble between kisses. If you hadn't been able to make out the word you'd mistaken for a growl. It's possessive, animalistic.
He shifts your bodies together putting him on top. Easily moving your smaller frame as he pleases. Your heart is beating out of your chest, so loud you're pretty sure he'd be able to hear it without his heightened senses.
"You're all mine. Nobody else's," he mumbles against your skin as he begins kissing along your jawline. His mouth is hot on your skin, but the wetness of his kisses have a coolness that brings you back to zero.
He brings a hand up to the side on your throat lightly gripping your neck. His nails, slightly long with a subtle point, teasingly dig into your skin. It was one of the new avenues Sunwoo had introduced you to in bed. You were never big on choking before but agreed to try it out with him which resulted in a long night of multiple orgasms. "My little play thing." His heavy lidded stare makes your insides squirm. The lust in his eyes would be overwhelming if it wasn't for the softness you saw mixed in. "All mine to spoil. To ruin." And there it is. His carnal desires coupled with the desire to love and care for you. The very reason he left paradise. Because it wasn't truly paradise. Not without you.
"You want that, baby?"
"Yes," you sigh as he thumbs over your throat. "I'm all yours, Sunwoo." His eyes darken again as he increases the press of his nails into your skin. Your stomach flips as you relish in the light sting. You didn't think you were the type to find pain pleasurable before him. He brought out new sides of you, and you wanted to keep exploring with him.
"That's my good girl," He flashes you a smile with teeth. The lighting in the room is dimmed, but the moonlight coming in from the blinds catches just right so that you can see the flash of the silver fangs in his mouth.
He moves back to your neck, flattening his tongue to lick a stripe up your throat. As he makes his way up to the underside of your jaw, you're sure he can feel your pulse. "And don't you forget it."
He moves down to the crook of your neck pressing more wet kisses to the area. The last two things you can accurately process are the feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin and the scream making its way past your lips before you can stop it.
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could you write kim sunwoo best friend/roommate somnophilia?
i love your writing <3
SWEET DREAMS ⟢ 김선우
The two of you weren’t very close by any means, Sunwoo being your twin’s best friend. As cliché as it sounded, maybe a part of you wished the two of you were. Maybe, that’s why after him apologizing and you having a wet dream, things shifted for you.
pairing ⸝⸝ kim sunwoo 𝓍 fem!reader ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𓄲 feat ⸝⸝ non-applicable
word count ⸝⸝ 5,7k +
genre ⋅ 📓 ⸝⸝ smut, enemies to “lovers,” non established relationship
warnings ⸝⸝ pet names (baby), lots of kissing, cock warming, choking, hair pulling, oral (reader receiving), fingering, implied aftercare, no protection (be safe irl!!), manhandling, swearing, somno, slight dubcon - ish,
i apologize for any missed warnings
i hope you enjoy anon ♡
Sunwoo, your twin brother’s best friend, who you’ve known since the three of you could even properly walk. You easily see him nearly every day. Now that didn’t mean the two of you were close since then (nor being close now), he had always been and is most definitely more of your brother’s friend than yours. That fact in no way had ever bothered you by any means. To you, it was to be expected as the two of you had nothing particularly in common to connect with. Since you were children, people joked that if it wasn’t for their appearances, they’d be passable as the twins.
Present day, you sit quietly crisscrossed on the floor folding your laundry only averting your attention due to the sound of knocking against your bedroom door.
“Come in.”
The door whips open as your brother informs you that Sunwoo was coming over and he’d appreciate it if you didn’t try and pick a fight with him. You remind him it’s Sunwoo who starts the bickering between the two of you but, as expected, he dismisses your attempts of clearing your name. Simply waving his hand asking you to just get along and stay quietly in your room. Deciding to save your breath you promise him, huffing in annoyance as you remind him to close your door behind him as he walks away. Which of course much to your annoyance he ignores you completely, leaving you to get up and close it behind him. Coming to the conclusion that it was better to forget him than fixate on him being aggravating, you channel all your frustrations to your tasks. You finish your laundry and start a side quest of organizing your bedroom. Thankfully with the added motivation it's not a long feat. You fall back into bed when you’ve decided it was good enough for now, only sitting up once you hear your stomach growl, placing a hand over your stomach. Technically your brother couldn’t force you to stay in your room forever, even if he wanted to. Pondering on your options you decide you didn’t care, slipping on a pair of slippers and walking downstairs passing through the living room to enter the kitchen. Choosing to ignore their annoyed complaints when you crossed in front of the tv, not that you had a choice. Not that stopped them from complaining. Opening the fridge to search for something easy but filling to make the options felt endless. Closing the fridge door after grabbing a few random tupperware with leftovers, you flinch in surprise seeing Sunwoo standing on the other side staring at you with no expression.
“Stop scaring me, what do you need?” You questioned him, rubbing your chest in a circular motion to steady your heartbeat.
“I just wanted to grab a drink so let’s not be so dramatic.”
Furrowing your eyebrows together, you angrily heat your food in the microwave telling him you weren’t being dramatic. Adding that maybe he should consider making his presence known so others wouldn't get frightened by him. His rebuttal to that is asking if you’d let him know before you’re in the same room as him due to your face being too scary looking for him. Staring at him for a moment you look away with an eyeroll, telling him to shut up under your breath. Taking the time to place the dirty dishes into the sink and sit down at the table to eat your dinner in peace. At least as peaceful as it possibly could be with them two around. He doesn’t say anything else as he takes one last glance over at you before heading back into the living room to watch the game with your brother. You’re thankful for the loss of his presence, eating in silence having left your phone stupidly in your bedroom. Finishing up your meal you walk over to the sink making sure to wash your dishes before placing them into the dishwasher, drying your hands onto the dish towel. With a sigh, you turn on your heel in the direction of the archway going back towards the living room. Your brother requests your presence into the kitchen, rolling your eyes in annoyance as you reluctantly follow behind him to go back towards where you had just previously left.
“What did I say about staying in your room and not picking fights?” He angrily whispered, his eyebrows furrowed in a way that made you want to laugh.
“You can’t force me to stay in my room, you’re not my parent. This is my house too and if I want to eat, I can eat. Get over it.”
“Not when you pick fights with everyone.”
“You might be a few minutes older but you’re not very bright. Get over yourself.” You cut him off, turning away to stomp up the stairs until you make it into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Annoyance flooded your nerves wanting to go back downstairs and give him a piece of your mind but quickly deciding against it knowing it’d only be used against you later on. The rest of the night was quiet except the few loud cheering from downstairs that you’ve grown to know when their team scored. You sit up to try and relieve the restlessness in your legs, walking over to your computer chair and sit down in silence before turning your computer on. Placing your noise canceling headphones on, sitting comfortably crisscrossed in the seat, allowing yourself to get lost in your game.
It’s hours later into the night when a hand on your shoulder scares you, jumping out of your skin, ripping the headphones off your head ready to fight whoever it was. Your demeanor changes when you look up and see Sunwoo, rolling your eyes as you place your headphones back onto your head, leaving one ear open as you go back to focusing on your game.
“What?” Your tone laced with clear disdain.
“I just wanted to apologize.”
Pausing your game you turn back to give Sunwoo a confused and just as equally suspicious expression not exactly believing in the slightest that he wanted to give you a genuine apology. He’s quick to pick up on your suspicions as he tries his hardest to convince you that he’s sorry for the way your brother treated you because of him. Also apologizing for being rude earlier to you, not so subtly adding a compliment in there about your face. Not that you exactly believed him or the apology but the apology was nice to hear for once instead of being told you were the problem, halfheartedly accepting the apology and telling Sunwoo to close the door behind him on his way out. To which he does after walking away with a sigh as if he could tell you didn’t believe him. Which is something that he couldn’t blame you for. He's never given you a properly good reason to fully trust his words or even like him due to his tough guy behavior and treating you as a lesser being to him. Especially when your brother had already started picking on you, Sunwoo never failed to chime in with him. Sunwoo did want to be a better person, to show that he's changed, but he’s aware it’ll take time. Breaking old habits of his. Waiting for him to leave, you peel off your headphones, staring at the closed door in confusion. You weren’t sure which was worse, Sunwoo being decent towards you or being a prick. Either way, you weren't buying the act. Saving your progress before turning off your pc and climbing into bed for the night.
Sweat covered your skin, sitting up with shaky breathing, looking down at your comforter with wide eyes. There was no way in hell that you had just dreamt what you did, a hand shooting down under your blanket, gasping when your fingers brushed against your panties. A wet patch was there, evidence of your dreams, shaking your head rapidly praying you were still dreaming. In denial that you had dreamt of Sunwoo in such a manner. Shame, embarrassment, it all flooded into your mind like hot lava. You couldn’t believe that your mind would sabotage you in such ways. Dreaming of someone sexually when you shouldn't is both embarrassing as well as just as equally horrifying. Standing up you hurriedly grab clothes out of your dresser and make your way across the hall in desperate need of a shower. Begging that between a hot soapy shower and being awake for a bit will helo make you forget the entire dream all together.
However, you’ve never had decent luck.
Luck. You have none of it.
Sunwoo continues his daily routine of coming over to see your brother, your brain taunting you with images of that dream.
Due to this, the next few days are full of awkward silence. Well maybe more so from your end than Sunwoo’s, but nonetheless you avoided him at all costs. You couldn’t get the memory of your dreams out of your head, making even being in the same room as him feel deathly awkward. Sunwoo notices rather quickly of your avoidance. He couldn't pinpoint exactly why you suddenly avoided him like the plague. It was normal for you to avoid him by some degree but it was usually vocal rather than physically avoiding him.
Sunwoo enters the kitchen, your breath catching in your throat, coughing hard as you beeline out of the room and towards the stairs leading up to your room. He could've let it be, assuming this was the new normal for you two, but something about it had started to grow in him. Annoyed by your inability to even acknowledge his existence. His feet think before his brain has time to catch up, following behind you up the stairs. Before you can properly close your bedroom door, Sunwoo’s hand catches it, looking at him in confusion.
“Can you let go of my door?”
“What’s your deal?”
“Excuse me?”
Sunwoo looks at you as if he would rather be literally anywhere else. Which is funny considering he could be. Annoyed by his presence (and definitely not because the dream is replaying faintly in the back of your head, making you clench).
“I asked, what is your deal?” Sunwoo reiterated. Watching as you rolled your eyes alongside you making another attempt to close your door. Which he easily manages to block.
“Nothing, I’m trying to close my door. You're making that mighty difficult.”
“You know that’s not what I meant, you’ve been avoiding me.”
You scoff, as if he had offended you. As if he wasn’t correct.
“I have not been avoiding you, don't flatter yourself.”
“What would you call it then, hm? Leaving the room when I enter, ignoring me? Is that not the definition of avoidance?”
“No,” you pause, looking him up and down. Studying him. “Just means we’re not friends.” Honestly you're impressed he even noticed, considering him to be dumb. Not that he ever gave you that impression you had made it yourself after deciding you disliked him and his personality.
Sunwoo stares at you for a moment, quiet, as if he was trying to make sense of you. Then, he busts out in laughter, shaking his head in disbelief.
“You can’t lie worth shit. How am I supposed to believe you when you can’t even muster up a good poker face.”
Annoyance flooded your senses, face red and warm with equal parts of embarrassment and frustration. Sunwoo laughing at you, let alone directly in your face, made you want to throttle him. Waiting for him to stop laughing, his face red, wiping remnants of his tears away from his eyes.
“Are you done?” You questioned him, biting on the inside of one of your cheeks. Sunwoo was annoying you tremendously, yet, also fighting back the urge to smile at his stupid laugh. Dramatically he sighs, standing up straight to look down at you, stupid handsome smirk on his stupidly beautiful lips.
“So what is it? Why are you pretending I don’t exist?”
“Sunwoo. It’s nothing, I just don’t feel the need to pretend to be close to you.” Your fist tightens around the doorknob, an attempt to calm yourself down, desperately trying to ignore the voice in your head screaming over Sunwoo. The way his gaze fixated on you made your heart race. He could easily walk into the bedroom given his strength, the idea arousing something in you. Your thighs squeezed together as close as they possibly could be, barely focused on what Sunwoo was saying by this point.
“It’s nothing, you’re going through all the trouble for nothing?” Sunwoo himself was growing annoyed, feeling as if the two of you were simply going in circles, yanking the door open so he could get a proper good look at you.
“Just tell me why you’re avoiding me and I’ll leave. I want to at least apologize but I can’t if you don’t grow up and say anything.”
Opening your mouth to fire back, your words flow out of you faster than you can filter them, growing more passionate in the process. Your fists balled up on your sides, glaring at Sunwoo with such intensity that one could swear they saw smoke come out of your ears.
“Say it again.” Sunwoo responds with, taking you aback.
“What?”
“Say it again,” he encourages you again, or rather dares you. “I want to hear you say it again.”
Your throat suddenly feels like it’s closing in on itself, your mouth dry, voice gone. It dawns on you that you exposed yourself, your innermost thoughts to the very subject of them. Yet, there he stood, waiting for you to confirm what he had heard and you knew he wasn’t going to let it go until then.
“I dreamt we fucked.” You said barely audible to your own ears.
“Like you mean it.”
“I don’t mean it,” you cut yourself off, face extremely red. “We had sex in my stupid dream. Happy? Now leave.” You try to grab the door but Sunwoo is quicker, stepping past the threshold and into your bedroom. The door slams behind him, causing you to jump. He shouldn’t be in here, your heart shouldn't be racing, and Sunwoo definitely shouldn't be wrapping his arms around you like he is. His cologne hits your nose, a faint moan vibrating in the base of your throat, content with his scent. The two of you have never been this close even when you were slightly considered as friends in the past, your veins filled with electricity.
“Did we kiss in your dream?” Sunwoo asked, making a mental note of him staring directly at your lips when he asked that.
Nodding, you inform him that the two of you did, awkwardly complimenting his lips. That makes Sunwoo chuckle, nodding to himself as his hand is brought up to cup the side of your jaw. Chills run down your arms, unaware that you’re fully leaning into his touch by this point, gasping softly when he leans in closer.
“I really want to kiss you right now.” There’s a short pause. “Can I kiss you?”
Again you should’ve pulled away, kicked him out of your room, told him to never talk to you again, but you simply couldn't. Instead you lean in with him until your lips meet. The feeling in your body is as if fireworks had gone off, groaning in your throat when the hand on your jaw tightened. The kiss makes your heart race hard in your chest, beating hard into your ribs. Reach up to place your hands on the backside of Sunwoo’s neck to ground yourself, closing any space left between the two of you. Greed flowed through you wanting more, needing more, allowing Sunwoo to guide you blindly so your back rests up against your bedroom wall. Hands become a frenzy mess with the two of you growing bolder, needier. Sunwoo only pulls away long enough to get air. The kiss intensified until the two of you migrated towards your bed, falling flushed into the mattress with a shared gasp.
Sunwoo looks down at you, his eyes making you feel like you would melt right then and there. Breaking eye contact as you watch his hand travel from its place around your thigh up to rest on your waist. His grip is firm, possessive, and strong.
“What did we do in that dream of yours, hm?”
It’s hard for you to get a single word out being fixated on his hands, whimpering when he asks again, the hand not wrapped around your waist finding its way underneath your shirt.
“You, ah,” you moan, squeezing your legs together when Sunwoo cups your breast into his hand.
“I what, come on baby, tell me.”
“I’m trying,” you whined, the pet name making you feel insane. Choosing to wrap a hand around his arm that was attached to the hand teasing your sensitive skin.
“You ate me out, made me feel good.” You trailed off, facing away from Sunwoo avoiding his face, red with embarrassment. Feeling his hand remove itself from your waist and grip your chin instead you prepare yourself to be face to face again. Fighting the urge to groan up at Sunwoo, becoming maybe a bit hyper aware of how sexy his expressions were. A single shift in his eyebrows made your heart race anticipating what he was going to do next, growing wet from the simplest of things. Cursing Sunwoo in your mind. Sunwoo drops his hand from your chin and uses it to spread your legs apart, making you return to reality, looking down at him in surprise.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” Sunwoo questioned back, now removing the hand from your chest, watching him scoot back on the bed until he's flat on his stomach. Shyness flooded your mind, asking to shower first, trying to sit up away from his face that was too close to your pussy. He growls in annoyance, wrapping both his arms around your legs, yanking you closer. The back of your head makes contact with the mattress, the air in your lungs knocked out of you as Sunwoo puts you in full view for him to witness. Covering your face with your arms, you groan telling him to shut up as he runs two fingers up then back down on either side of your lips. He’s teasing you both verbally and physically, his fingers skilled in the way he easily finds what areas make you gasp, thighs shaking under his arms. He comments on how wet your thin panties are, how little they leave for the imagination, rubbing two fingers over it to collect it onto them.
“Look at me.”
Shaking your head you yelp, feeling his hand connect with your clothed pussy, Sunwoo telling you to look at him again. Something in you snaps, looking down at him with a pouty expression. One that made Sunwoo twitch in his sweats, bringing his fingers up for you to see, a cocky smile on his face.
“This wet from kissing and touching, your dreams must’ve been real good for you to be this wet for me.” Sunwoo puts emphasis on the last part of his sentence, pleased with how red you got, struggling to deny it. Your stammering and defensiveness is more than enough evidence for him. Growing impatient Sunwoo wraps his hand around your panties, yanking them off you. The sound of the thin lace fabric ripping makes you whine over it. Sunwoo saying he will replace them later, content with the compromise.
“I want a taste,” Sunwoo states, looking up at you through his eyelashes. It brings a wave of heat across your skin, nodding eagerly in response. It’s not enough for him, Sunwoo connecting another slap against your now fully exposed pussy. Whimpering, being fully aware of what he wanted, you beg for him to eat you out, toes curling when he pushes your legs open fully for him to slot into. Bitting your bottom lip as he places gentle kisses against your pussy, his ears twitching as you whimper his name under your breath. His breath fans over your wet pussy making your head fall back, fingers spreading you open for him to see. With how wet you are it’s impossible to mask the noises produced by your pussy, going to cover your face with your hands, which is denied by Sunwoo telling you to watch him. Propping yourself up onto your elbows you watch as Sunwoo smiles at you before dipping his head, tonguing in between your folds as his nose brushes against your clit. Snaking a hand down to wrap around his soft dark locks you curse under your breath as he eagerly tries to get noises out of you. He skillfully moves his fingers to work alongside in perfect harmony with his tongue. It’s a deadly combo, begging him to slow down his pace feeling your brain grow dangerously fuzzy at the edges. His lips brush over your clit giving it opened mouth kisses before refocusing his tongue to delving it into your hole as he moves you impossibly closer to his face. Sunwoo sounds starved as he continues to eat you out, sloppy sucking and licking filling out the bedroom, squelching around his fingers, moans mixed in between. You don’t ever want him to stop, squeezing around his fingers feeling heat growing in your lower abdomen rapidly, your hand in his hair moving down to dig into his broad shoulders.
“Sunwoo, hold on, oh fuck,” you ramble, chest raising and falling fast, nearly screamimg as his fingers pump out of you quicker. “I’m, oh god, I’m going to cum, don't stop.” You beg, plead, feeling the knot snap. Your upper body falling back into the mattress, back beautifully arches so your lower half is flushed to his face. Sunwoo doesn’t move as your thighs tighten around both sides of his head, your nails dig into his skin, trembling intensely on his face. Slumping into the mattress, your eyes blurred, mouth agape as you tried to catch your breath. You can hear Sunwoo speaking but you’re too tired to move, whining feeling him sit up from his previous position to crawl on top of you. He leans down to plant kisses across your face, brushing your sweat matted hair out of the way.
“You there, baby?”
In response you shake your head earning a little smile from Sunwoo, who lays down next to you, planting the occasional soft kiss onto the side of your face. Once your heart has settled down enough, your body gaining its strength back, you turn to face Sunwoo. Sharing glances in silence you're the one to break the silence, sitting up shakily and moving to sit on Sunwoo’s lap. Accidentally plopping down onto his lap, he groans, guiding you with his hands into a more comfortable position for the both of you. Apologizing with a little blush on the apples of your cheeks.
“What are you doing up there?” Sunwoo questions, genuinely curious on what you were thinking of doing. With a shrug, you cross your arms to easily peel off your shirt, your breasts in full view for Sunwoo. Which he takes happily. Sunwoo swears under his breath at the sight letting both of his hands travel from your thighs up to your breasts, squeezing them several times over.
“You look so beautiful.”
His honesty makes you blush, telling him to shut up, giggling as he glares up at you. The softness of his actions makes your heart flutter, leaning down so you could catch him into a gentle kiss, humming as he fondles your ass. You’re addicted to Sunwoo, pulling back slightly tempted to slip an arm back and put him into you, ride him, but you were too tired for too much more. A pout forms on your lips, Sunwoo catching on quickly much to your liking.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
You sigh, planting a quick kiss onto his lips.
“I’m tired but I also want you in me.”
“I can help with that.” He states. Having you climb off his lap, standing up to remove his sweats and boxers. Finally seeing his dick makes you clench, extremely tempted to initiate a second round but you know your limits. So instead you watch him as he gives it a few slow strokes, a shaky breath falling off his lips as he tells you to comfortably lay down on your side. You listen obediently, turning to face away from him, moving until you’re perfectly comfortable. Feeling the bed dip down, your breath catches in your throat feeling Sunwoo’s warmth return.
“Open your legs for me.”
You listen.
Sunwoo fixes his position so he can slip into you comfortably, listening to his deep noises that make their way out of his mouth. Feeling him just barely move inside you makes heat wash over you, having to bite down on your knuckle to subdue your own noises, telling yourself to relax. Thankfully he's not painfully big, growing comfortable with his size, bringing Sunwoo’s arms to wrap around your waist, fingers interlocked with yours. Neither of you speak about the sudden change in your dynamic. Maybe too scared to put a label onto it, deciding for yourself that it was too late to worry about it too awfully much. Telling Sunwoo a final goodnight as you let your mind wander off, falling asleep peacefully.
However, unlike you, Sunwoo lays awake. For the last several hours he’s been thinking about the changed dynamic, scared you’re going to wake up and change your mind. Regret this, regret him. An idea that he wishes to forget about. He gets his wish, you shifting in your sleep suddenly.
Sunwoo places a hand firmly around your thigh, his eyes wide, gasping as you continue to shift in your sleep. Not something that normally would have him fighting for his life but considering you were cockwarming him, he was struggling profusely. He considers the possibility of you being awake and messing with him, calling out your name, not getting a response in return.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, the hand on your thigh moving to spread your ass. Sunwoo tells himself to go back to bed, pull out, ignore the throbbing in his dick but he can’t. The way your snores rattle in his head, breathy faint moans here and there in between, the way you pushed back up against him; Sunwoo swore he was going to die. He tests the waters, pulling back before gently pushing back towards your direction watching himself push in and out of your pussy. Eyes rolled back, a shaky groan deep in his throat, Sunwoo is convinced he’s died and went to the next best thing. The way you clench around him is delicious, trying his best to not get caught up in the moment. It doesn’t take very long however for Sunwoo to forget his own thoughts, fixated on how good you feel wrapped around him. Letting the hand on your thigh to travel down to wrap around the back of your knee, lifting your leg up so he can fuck you with better ease. Yes, he should be considering the likeliness of you waking up but he didn’t take time to consider anything, lost in his own desires. He doesn’t notice that you’ve woken up, blinking the sleep from your eyes, moans growing louder realizing what was happening.
“Woo, wait, oh god.” you moan, turning your head in a failed attempt to look at him, tilting your head down in pleasure. Sunwoo at least becomes aware of you being awake, moving his free hand to wrap around your throat, bringing you closer to him so your lips are crashing together. It’s hungry, messy, and wet. Not a single thought comes to mind as Sunwoo ruins you perfectly, moaning pathetically into his mouth, begging for him to continue. The all familiar feeling of heat builds in your abdomen, your nails digging into the skin of Sunwoo’s leg. It’s intense, indescribable, unable to properly breathe, between the kissing and choking. Your brain is fuzzy, losing all sense, allowing your body to move on instinct. Pushing back against Sunwoo as he thrusts deep into you the sound of skin hitting against skin fills out the bedroom. Breaking away from the kiss, you rest your forehead onto Sunwoo's, staring at his swollen lips, whimpering between your words.
“I’m going to cum. Feels so, so, so good, please let me cum.”
It seems Sunwoo ignored what you said, going to repeat yourself until he drops his hand off your throat, repositioning you so that you’re pinned down against the mattress. Two hands firmly wrapped on either side of your waist. Sunwoo’s quick, deep thrusts make your eyes well up with tears, still trying to process the change in both position and pace. Your fingers grip your pillows until the knuckles are white, eyes rolled back into your head, each time your ass comes flush with his thighs knocking a string of moans from you. Sunwoo removes one hand off your waist to slide down your back, content with your arch, swearing as you feel him lean down to hold you in place by the back of your neck. Given his new position, each thrust into you is deeper than previously. It drives you mad, continuing your strings of rambling and pleads, teetering on the edge of an intense orgasm. It was becoming evident that Sunwoo wouldn't last much longer himself, his thighs starting to tremble tremendously, his groans elongated and deep.
“Fuck, you feel so good, wrapped around me.”
Sunwoo barely manages to get his sentence out, replacing the hand around the back of your neck with the other, using his right hand to guide your hips. You're both close, fighting the orgasm that begged to release, something in you needing Sunwoo’s permission to do so. Removing one hand off your pillow you reach for Sunwoo who notices, taking your arm and pinning it down behind your back instead. You whine, turning your head to the side unable to move properly under him. Taking everything given to you obediently. Although you were behaving your body was not, screaming at you to let go, to cum, needing that sweet release. So, in a desperate attempt, you beg Sunwoo. Hoping he will give you mercy this once.
“Woo, please let me cum. It hurts. So good, please? Please..” you trailed off, burying your face into a pillow. Embarrassed by your pleading that came out more of a scream. Sunwoo twitches, enjoying the way you pleaded to him, telling you to hold on a little longer, to cum with him. You obey, toes curling when his thrusts go from fast yet still strong to convulsing thighs, slowing down his thrusts.
“Cum, fuck, cum with me, baby.” Sunwoo grunts, his hand dropping off your arm to lean forward, boxing you in between him and the bed. Your orgasm hits you hard, knocking all the air out of your lungs as you cum around Sunwoo feeling him break down simultaneously. Warmth covers the back of your thighs, your ass, barely coherent enough to catch the sound of Sunwoo cursing under his breath. You allow yourself to be manhandled, Sunwoo pressing small kisses on your face, apologizing for finishing not only in you but all over your lower body as well. His change in demeanor makes you laugh, pulling him closer to kiss him easier telling him you didn’t particularly care what he’s done. Sunwoo smiles, proud of himself, your head on his lap, giggling when he spreads your legs open to stare at his mess. Cocky asshole.
“You look pretty stuffed with my cum.”
You give him a look, laughing, kicking him away from you as you sit up to use the bathroom.
“You’re so stupid.” You said matter of factly. Sunwoo surprises you by wrapping both his arms around you, yanking you back to him, attacking you with his lips.
“I’ll show you stupid.”
“What does that even mean, Woo?” You questioned, in between him stealing kisses, his hands playing with the fat of your ass.
“You’ll figure it out soon enough.” He states confidentially, initiating a kiss that you're more than happy to reciprocate. Humming when Sunwoo’s tongue slips alongside your own. Neither of you want to break away from the kiss until he pulls back first, his head pressed against yours, breath fanning your neck as he tries to regain his breathing.
“Want me to help clean you up?”
“I think if you follow me to the shower, it’ll become counterintuitive, Woo. Maybe let me shower first.” You move off his lap, listening to him whine, saying you could save water if he shared the shower with you. Telling him to hush and wait for next time you’ll happily share a shower with him then. Hearing that makes Sunwoo brighten up looking up at you in the cutest way possible.
“So there is a next time? Good.”
With a shake of your head you grab clean clothes, wrapping a blanket around your body as you quietly open your bedroom door to sneak to the bathroom across the hall. A hand grabbing your wrist stops you in your tracks, spinning you around so that you’re pressed up against the bathroom door. You gasp, giggling as quietly as you could, asking Sunwoo what he was doing.
“Stealing one more kiss before I head out. Don’t think your brother would appreciate the possibility of catching us in bed together.”
The mention of your brother annoys you, groaning, telling Sunwoo to not ruin the moment. Giving him a final kiss you tell him goodnight. He reminds you to text him later before bed, which you already know you will, waving to him as he goes downstairs to leave.
Tonight felt unreal, like another one of your dreams, but you weren’t upset by it either. Maybe you guys weren't the best of friends yet but that’ll come with time, sighing happily as you go into the bathroom to shower.
Getting out, you slip clean sheets back onto your bed, blushing when you remember just an hour prior you were underneath Sunwoo. That reminds you to text him, bidding him a simple good night. Turning your ringer off, you curl up onto your side, drifting off to sleep easier than usual.
You couldn’t wait to see Sunwoo again.
When Duty Calls - (k.s)
➺ Pairing - nepo!son Sunwoo x nepo!daughter reader
➺ Summary - Born into the second richest family in the country, you knew that entailed a lot of things. But one thing you didn’t take into account was being sent off into an arranged marriage, especially with him.
➺ Word Count - 2.1K
➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), arranged marriage au, somewhat strangers to enemies to lovers, kind of fuckboy!sunwoo, mentions of other affairs, mention of sex toys, f! masturbation, cunnilingus, fingering, clit sucking, voyeurism, groping, hair pulling, marking, pet name (baby), subtle service top sunwoo imo, let me know if I missed anything!
➺ A/N: This was supposed to just be 300 words since I wanted to get back into writing so idk how it ended up becoming 2k 🥴 welcome back to me I guess? and belated hbd to sunwoo for this year! Proofread once
➺ Taglist: @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers
Thinking about nepo!son Sunwoo, who from the time he was born into this world was destined to inherit all the riches of his family and someday become the head of the household. He was definitely aware of all of this, since his father and everyone around him wouldn't stop mentioning it. Becoming the next heir to the family dynasty was ingrained in his brain. It was practically a will given from the heavens that he could not refuse.
To Sunwoo however, he thought the day he would have to take over would be far off into the future, giving him the liberty to fuck around and live recklessly however he pleased until the day he had to take everything seriously. So it was quite the surprise when his father told him he was arranged to marry you, the daughter of the second richest family in the country, right after you both finished college so Sunwoo’s family could already secure ties with yours and possibly produce the next heir.
There was just one problem though… you hated each other.
You've heard of Sunwoo back in your college days. Who didn't? The son of the richest man in the country, attending almost all social gatherings, his name being mentioned in almost every conversation, and not to mention all the stories from his past flings circulated around campus like wildfire. So yes, it was hard to not even hear his name.
You never really expected your life to be intertwined with is, maybe cross paths during a few parties and gatherings, but never did you imagine that you'd end up sitting across him, all wide-eyed while both your fathers (and their lawyers) discuss your marriage that is set to happen in the next six months.
A marriage? At this age? Have they lost their minds? And to him of all people?
And it wasn't easy for Sunwoo either.
How the hell was he gonna explain to his current girl that he's going to get married? The thought of being tied town this early on and not being able to experience what life has to offer makes him sick to his stomach. There’s no way he can be married now!
And to make matters even worse, you both did not see eye to eye from that moment on. You practically despised one another. No matter what you did (and tried to do), you just couldn't seem to get along. You hated how aloof and unserious he was most of the time, he hated that stuck up attitude of yours like you owned the place. Well, you kind of did but that’s not the point he’s trying to make!
But it's not like any of you had the power to call off the wedding. That’s just how it goes when you’re born and raised in these kinds of families. Free to do whatever you wanted in most cases, but still chained to serve the family name.
In the end, you both had no choice but to just deal with one another. Call it a silent "stay in your lane and I'll stay in mine" situation and yes, that even meant staying out of each other's private lives, meaning **Sunwoo was still allowed to see whoever his current fling was for as long as they were discreet about it and that you two kept up that perfect husband and wife appearance when needed. This also meant that you two did not share the same bed and lived in separate rooms as if you were roommates despite wearing that godforsaken ring on your finger, a constant reminder of your joint union.
Though you'd never admit it, there were times that you would feel jealous whenever Sunwoo brought someone home in the middle of the night and you'd hear the faint sounds of their shared moans, slightly insecure at the idea of” why couldn't he just ask you to satisfy him”? You were married after all. You didn’t mind performing even those kind of duties as his wife. So why didn’t he ever turn to you for these kinds of things? You try to not think too much about it because “this is an arranged marriage after all.”, you tell yourself. You were the one who set the ground rules after all
But aside from whatever that feeling is, you couldn’t help but also feel annoyed at the fact that he gets to sleep around while you're stuck at home almost all the time with no one to satisfy your sexual needs.
And even if you did try to find some other guy, most of the time none of them would even dare try given the fact of your new surname and the implications of being involved with you, it’s unfair for you really! So you decided one night that you’re just going to have to take matters into your own hands (literally) and just pleasure yourself whenever you get those kinds of urges..
One night when Sunwoo was out on a "business trip" as he likes to call it (aka probably out partying again) that you were feeling hornier than usual. Perhaps it was the erotic novel you were reading in bed or the sex scene in a movie you had watched hours ago that was making you feel this way. Your mind started to think of a wide range of scenarios. To feel warm lips against yours, rough hands caressing your body everywhere, and even calling out your name like it was the only word they know (oh what a dream). Whatever the case was, you really needed to get off, so you decided to pull out the vibrator inside your bedside table and just take care of it.
You were so focused on reaching your own climax that you didn't bother closing your door fully or hear Sunwoo calling out your name from the foyer. It was just one of those nights where he didn't really feel like staying out too late and wanted to be home instead.
Since it was a bit early, he knew you might've still been up so he called out your name to check if you wanted to watch a movie or something. After all, you were going to be married, so the least he could do was to spend time with you somehow, even if you steered clear of one another at home most of the time. "It's that damn attitude of yours," he thinks. Sometimes he doesn't know if it annoys him or turns him on (though he would never tell you the latter).
After calling out your name around three times, he decided to just head toward your room and check for himself if you were still awake. He spots the warm light spilling out from your door as he walks closer to your room, not knowing what to expect really. But as he peeks into your private space, he feels his throat dry up suddenly from the lewd sight before him.
His heart is beating faster than it did a few seconds ago, his eyes almost bulging out of his skull, and not to mention the slight twitch in his pants as he watches you pleasure yourself. Your legs totally spread apart as you press your toy against your glistening cunt, your free hand groping your breast as the sweetest moans he has ever heard in his life spill out of your mouth.
Sunwoo feels like he can fall on his knees right now from just watching you. His cock practically screaming to be set free from its denim confinements. God you looked fucking hot playing with yourself. Have you always looked this beautiful? (Of course, always have been in his eyes from the moment he met you in that board room but right now? He was at a loss for words.)
Have you always sounded this pretty too? The way your moans harmonized like a symphony, honey practically dripping from his ears as he slowly feels his eyes fluttering from the heavenly voice. Oh how he could listen to you like this over and over again on loop-
“Sunwoo…”
His eyes widen. Did you… just moan out his name while touching yourself?
Did you just think about him while you try to reach that sweet release? Fantasize about him in the most lewd way possible? What kind of images were playing in your head right now? What position were you in that has you saying his name like that?
All these questions running on Sunwoo’s mind was driving him up the wall. He needed to do something right now otherwise he might actually go insane. The door swings aggressively as Sunwoo clumsily enters. He did not second guess barging into your room with no game plan in mind whatsoever. Naturally you gasp at the surprise, your expression in a total state of shock as you attempt to close your legs and shield your bare lower half from his gaze.
“Don’t move!” Sunwoo exclaims.
“Sunwoo, what the fu-”
“I said don’t move.” His tone now serious than it was a few seconds ago.
Sunwoo slowly walks to the edge of your bed as if he was an animal stalking his prey. His eyes all dark with lust the closer he gets to your bed. You feel the mattress dip slightly as he kneels before you, breath heaving and cheeks burning as if he had just ran a marathon. His hands gently land on top of your knees as he slowly pries your legs open, like he was gently unwrapping a gift. Everything to you was such a blur in that moment that you can’t even utter proper words. You were just too focused on watching Sunwoo’s every move, curious to know what he will do next.
Sunwoo’s eyes slowly rake your body, taking each inch of your skin to memory. The moment his eyes landed on your core, you swear you saw his bulge twitch beneath his jeans. No, scratch that, his dick was throbbing at the sight.
“I can take care of it.” His deep voice calling your attention. You look up at him and suddenly the man before you is not the Sunwoo you’ve come to know. He was someone else in this moment, a side of him you thought you’d never get the chance to see.
“Please… Let me take care of you.” That tone of desperation calling out to you like a siren song. You nod slowly, giving him permission to do whatever he needed to do.
Without any hesitation Sunwoo lowers himself down to your core, his face practically an inch away from it the moment he lies on his stomach. His eyes nearly roll back at the scent of your essence, practically inviting him to have a taste. He hooks his arms around your thighs and pulls you closer at lightning speed, hastily leaving kisses on your inner thighs before completely diving into you.
He licks a fat stripe between your folds, making sure that the tip of his tongue drags from bottom to top as he savors the taste of you. Your wetness coating his tongue has his finger gripping onto your soft skin like a mad man. You let out loud whimper as your hands successfully land on his head and grip on his hair harshly as he takes his sweet time eating you out.
“So fucking good…” Sunwoo mumbles against your folds, letting out a deep growl before his plump lips latch onto your sensitive bud. He licks and sucks it like there’s no tomorrow, making you tighten your grip on his hair even more as you moan in ecstasy (guess that’s why they called him The Munch back in college.)
“I’m so close. D-don’t stop!” You pull his face deeper as you grind your hips, tears slowly prickling at the corner of your eyes as Sunwoo plunges two fingers and curls them vigorously inside you.
“C’mon that’s it. Use my face baby.” He pulls his head out for a moment to utter those filthy words before flicking his tongue rapidly against your clit. Your climax hit you so fast you didn't even see it coming in the first place. All you could remember was pulling his hair as you screamed, your vision seeing nothing but white as the rope within you snapped.
You take a moment to breathe and collect yourself, your head way up in the clouds that it took a playful nip on your inner thigh to bring you back to earth.
“Huh?” You look down as your hazy vision tries to focus on Sunwoo’s face. “I said-” Sunwoo chuckles at your expression as he continues laying gentle kisses to your inner thighs before resting his chin on your mound.
“If you ever need to be taken care of, your husband will always come to the rescue.”
"First of all, to all the fans and everyone who was surprised by the article about me,
We apologize for any concern caused by this inappropriate incident.
It is true that in the early hours of May 30, 2025, I was present at a drinking party with an acquaintance.
However, even though it is true that I was there, there is absolutely no evidence that I engaged in sex trafficking or other illegal activities as has been reported and rumored.
I deeply regret my actions and would like to offer my sincere apologies to everyone who was shocked."
now playing: dominic fike - 3 nights
sunwoo x fem!reader
18th fic for my anniversary event | requested by anon
wc: 1.4k, fwb, smut (mdni), a lil angst, hurt/comfort, y/n is emotionally constipated, sunwoo is in love, fingering, piv, aftercare
a/n: it's been so long since these were requested & i'm so sorry for the wait >_< i'll be slowly picking up the remaining requests for this event!
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You don’t care about him. Sunwoo knows, he knows it so well. And yet he’s waiting for you again, sitting on the off-white bedsheets at that stupid motel. The neon signs are flickering outside the window, harsh colors blending into the bright lights of the city. And he waits, because you called. After three weeks of silence, you finally called. This isn’t healthy, not for him because he’s too far gone in all the wrong ways, and not for you because you’re using him as a distraction from problems you don’t want to face. Sunwoo can’t fix them for you, but he would. He’d do a lot of things for you, if you just say the word, and that’s the whole problem. You’re never kind when you call him up. By now he knows the names he can expect from you all too well. Idiot. Asshole. Dumbass. Loser. Maybe he is too lenient with you, maybe he shouldn’t just accept whatever you’re giving. But he knows this isn’t about him, he knows you just need a place to vent your anger and Sunwoo is willing to be whatever place you need. He doesn’t make plans on weekends anymore, because there is always that chance of you calling and he knows he would prioritize you over anything else. He’d cancel it all just to spend three nights at this godforsaken motel with you. If he takes a moment to be honest with himself, he’ll have to admit that there’s nothing good coming out of these meetings, and his own unmet expectations have long started to take a toll on his life. Maybe he should draw a line. Maybe he should let you go.
But then there’s knocking on the door, taptap tap, and he jumps to his feet so quickly it makes the mattress squeak.
He has barely opened the door when he already feels your lips on his in a messy and desperate kiss. It makes him stumble backwards and he just so manages not to lose his footing. You throw the door shut behind you and discard your jacket on the floor and then you’re right back with him again, your hands tangling in the hair at the back of his neck as you devour his lips.
“What’s up, loser?” you say when you finally pull away and you try so hard to sound cool and aloof, but Sunwoo can hear the voice crack waiting to happen and he can see the red beneath your eyes.
“I have a name, you know,” he replies but he knows you won’t take the comment seriously. He never says it like he means it, so of course you’re not compelled to react accordingly.
“You think I remember that?”
“Right.” Sunwoo huffs a laugh. You’re obviously just saying that, but he thinks it’d be nice to hear you call his name sometimes. He’s too scared to make demands though, too scared one wrong move will make you delete his number and look for a different source of entertainment. Maybe you wouldn’t. Maybe you’d surprise him and stay. But he can’t take that risk. So he goes back to kissing you, his hands on your waist pulling you into his body and sneaking underneath the fabric of your top.
“Hurry,” you complain, when he’s taking his sweet time kissing down your neck, “you don’t have to treat me like some virgin.”
He’s not. He’s treating you like a person, but it’s no use arguing with you, so he lets you push him onto the mattress. You shimmy out of your shoes and pants and pull your top over your head and then you straddling his hips in nothing but your underwear that embraces your body in all the right ways.
“You’re so pretty,” he says, his hands naturally finding their way to your hips again.
“Shut up,” you reply as you unbutton his shirt and toss it aside. For a brief moment your fingers are roaming his upper body, cold fingertips that leave goosebumps on his warm skin, but then your impatience wins and you start to fumble with his jeans. You don’t make him take it off, you’re not wasting your time on that. Instead you push it down just enough to get your hands on him. Sunwoo lets out a moan when you touch him, moving in a way you know will get him hard, and the proud little smile on your lips makes him think he should stop trying to hold back his little sighs and noises. In a matter of minutes if not seconds, you have him all hot and bothered, but of course you wouldn’t let him cum like that. You crawl back to the edge of the bed, fishing out a condom from the pocket of your jeans that are lying on the floor, and then make quick work of opening the wrapper and rolling it on.
“Wait,” Sunwoo holds onto your hips as you hover above him, your panties already pushed to the side, ready to take him, “let me prep you first.”
You roll your eyes, grab his wrist and shove his hand between your legs, your juices soaking his fingers. “I’m wet enough, it’s fine,” you insist, but he still lets his digits run through your folds before slowly pushing them into you. He marvels at the small little noises you let out for him, crumbling so easily under his touch despite your insistence that it isn’t necessary.
“Enough already,” you press out between choked moans when he curls his fingers in a way he knows you love, and this time he relents, his own impatience to feel you making it easy to give in.
When you finally sink down on him, he thinks he's in heaven. You let out a whimper as he bottoms out, giving yourself a moment to adjust to him before you start moving. His fingertips dig into your flesh, the pleasure building up in him again with the roll of your hips. He’s close again way too quickly with you moving on top of him. He can’t cum yet though, not if you haven’t reached your high yet, so he moves one of his hands down to where you’re connected, rubbing circles on your clit that have you clenching around him.
“Close,” you sigh, your movements growing more and more sloppy. He bucks his hips into you to help you out as your legs start to lose strength, never stopping his ministrations on your clit. When you finally reach your orgasm, you clench so hard around him that it pushes him over the edge too. You ride your highs out together, your head falling onto his shoulder as you try to catch your breath.
“Fuck,” you mumble into his skin and then you slowly move off him, letting yourself fall onto the mattress. He takes another second to compose himself before he disappears into the bathroom and returns a moment later, a wet washcloth in hand.
“You don’t have to do that,” you say as he wipes down your body, but he can tell you secretly like it by the way you close your eyes and relax into his touch. It grows quiet and peaceful between the two of you and Sunwoo thinks you fell asleep, but then you speak up once more.
“I missed you, Sunwoo.” He almost doesn’t trust his own ears, but when he looks into your hooded eyes they are already looking right back at him. He’s at a loss for words, stopping all movements and staring at you.
“Didn’t you miss me?” you ask when he stays silent, “At least a little bit?” You’ve never been this vulnerable with him before.
“I missed you,” he finally replies, setting aside the washcloth and cupping your cheeks, “I missed you so much.” He gently kisses your temple and your eyes flutter shut, “So don’t make me wait so long anymore. Let's do things properly.”
But your eyes stay closed and you don’t reply. Sunwoo knows you’re not asleep. He knows you’re just running away from a moment that felt a bit too intimate for comfort. And he lets you. He’ll wait again; he can wait some more.
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