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.
➺ 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.”
✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, cursing, oral— female receiving, p!ssy drunk sunwoo, filthy sunwoo, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, praising, pet names, kissing, aftercare, sunwoo is in freaking love with you
✦ word count: 5k words
✧ synopsis: you and your boyfriend are getting ready for bed, and he can’t help but want a midnight snack.
Spending time with your friends was always filled with boisterous laughter and excitement, but you were always left drained afterwards.
Tonight, you and Sunwoo had dinner with Chanhee and Changmin. It was frequent that you four spent time together since those two were some of Sunwoo’s bestest friends.
You adored them beyond words, but even if you could never become tired of them, your body signaled to you that you needed rest after a long day and time well-spent.
As soon as Sunwoo unlocked the front door and you entered your shared apartment, you immediately removed your shoes and put them on their respective spot on the shoe rack.
Exhausted, you trudged towards the bathroom, dreading removing your makeup but having to do so before you could finally hit the hay.
Entering the bathroom connected to your bedroom, you gather your makeup removal products and skincare, proceeding with taking it all off and washing your face. You then brush your teeth and rinse your mouth, doing all of it in comfortable silence while your boyfriend is getting out of his outside clothes and changing into something more comfortable in the bedroom.
When you’re done, you leave the bathroom and step into the bedroom, wearily smiling at Sunwoo. Of which, he reciprocates as he walks past you to begin his own night time routine.
You rustle through your drawers to pick out some sleepwear, opting with a plain white crop top and some basic black boy shorts. Some looser material would be ideal, but it seemed like a majority of your loungewear was in the hamper.
It felt a bit muggy all day to wear too much clothing to bed tonight. Even though air conditioning exists, you know with your boyfriend curled up next to you that he’d add even more heat onto your body. The less material on you, the better.
After changing, you grab the clothes you’ve shimmied off from the floor and head towards the laundry hamper tucked away in the closet in the bathroom.
You put away the dirty clothing, making a mental note in seeing how almost-full it is that you’d plan to wash tomorrow.
You catch sight of Sunwoo finishing up his own skincare routine, a white spa headband resting over his head, keeping his bangs pushed back while he washed his face.
You then navigate your eyes to his bare back, trailing all the way down to his bottom. Sweatpants hung low around his hips, leaving the waistband of his black Celine boxer briefs in clear view, exposed.
It’s kinda humorous and cute, seeing the juxtaposition of the soft headband with a bow on it adorning your boyfriend’s head while he was wearing pants that you and him both know damn-well outlined his cock deliciously and made his ass look great.
His body is well-toned, with his small waist, arm muscles that flexed unconsciously while proceeding with his night routine— or when doing anything for that matter, and his provocative back. You just admire lowkey half-asleep to yourself, appreciating all the duality he has to offer belongs to lucky you, and you only.
“Almost ready for bed?” you question, followed by an involuntary yawn. Sleep was calling your name, but you didn’t want to bury yourself under the covers until Sunwoo was concomitantly doing it with you.
“Yeah, baby.” he twists slightly to look in your direction at the sound of your voice, an arm raising up to remove the headband from his hair, those fluffy bangs of his bouncing out and hiding his forehead.
You stood under the doorway, right hand resting against the side of the doorframe, and left hand tucked behind your back with ankles crossed.
Sunwoo takes in your presence, his adam’s apple bopping as he swallows hard from his view.
His pupils were spellbound by you when he sees what you’re wearing. It’s hard to not notice the prominent buds that are your nipples clearly visible as the shirt you’ve chosen is snug and lightweight. As well as the outline of your areola’s, noticeable thanks to the bathroom lighting and due to the whiteness of your top.
Your bare legs are also left on display. Those tight cotton boy shorts highlight the curves of your body, and probably make your behind look damn-near perfect and plump. How dare you wear such tight-ass clothing to bed tonight? Are you aware that you live with a man who has carnal instincts and gets a hard-on just from listening to you speak?
As if you weren’t already beautiful enough, the compressed clothing only drew more attention to you. It accentuated every curve and dip of your body. Regardless what you thought about your body, Sunwoo always appreciated every inch of your skin. From your tummy, to any beauty, birth, or stretch marks, to your fleshy ass— all of it. He claimed and loved every part of you, internally and externally.
You shut your eyes for a moment, still in the same stance, pouting your lips cutely at Sunwoo. You don’t even realize what’s going on in your boyfriend’s mind right now, too sleepy to think clearly about anything. All you care about is him crawling into bed with you and catching some z’s.
Looking at you, Sunwoo smirks while he thinks you’re such an innocent little thing. Too tired to realize the effect you have on him right now. He could just eat you up.
And he might actually do just that.
Your eyes open back up as you hear him begin to take a couple steps forward, and your lips curl upwards thinking it’s time to actually go to bed.
Though as you begin to turn around, Sunwoo grabs hold of your wrist, stopping you before you can even get in a step.
You’re suddenly facing him, brows furrowed in confusion at him stopping you. He pulled you in against his chest, hands traveling smoothly down your body until they meet your rear.
He holds and palms at your ass through your underwear, wetting his lips with his tongue as he feels the bottom of your cheeks openly, left peeking out from the fabric.
His touchiness washes off any ounce of drowsiness you had momentarily as you register what he is leading into.
“I know what you’re thinking, but not tonight. I’m sleepy. We can have sex tomorrow, baby.”
Sunwoo merely sighs deeply, hands still on you as he continues to feel you up despite your words.
“Sweetheart…” he begins. “You cannot wear something like this and expect me to not wanna have my way with you.” he repositions his hands over either side of your waist, dragging his thumbs gently over your bare skin soothingly. You’re pulled off his chest, meeting his face, his eyes bearing desperation.
You bring your hands to his shoulders, massaging his muscles lovingly while shaking your head, honestly not surprised that your man is in the mood to play right now. When is he not?
“Most of my other pjs are dirty right now. Plus, I’m feeling kinda’ hot right now.” you simply say.
His thumb starts lazily playing with the waistband of your panties, flicking it against your skin. “Yeah? I’m also feeling kinda’ hot.” his eyes are solely trained on your underwear while he speaks, as if he were stuck in a trance.
You take a second to look down at his crotch, encountering the tantalizing tease of his package that is seemingly demanding attention.
He notices that you sensed his boner, biting back a chuckle once you shoot a glare at him.
“I’m just a boy.” he huffs out, sighing dramatically.
“Yeah, a horny one.” you scoff, about to playfully slap his hands off you before his quick reflexes catch them, his fingers enclasping with your own, now holding both your hands.
“Let me eat you out, gorgeous.” the lust behind your boyfriend’s dark brown eyes is heavily apparent. Although you were looking forward to slumber, your body begins to betray you and switch up. Your core can’t help but tingle, blood flowing to your pussy and swelling in excitement from Sunwoo’s words and fervent hunger for you.
“Please?” he whispers in front of you. Those big, beautiful brown eyes of his bore into yours, his hands still holding yours. His intense gaze and touch is causing your body temperature to increase even more, not just from the air.
His neediness is making you want to fold. The fact that he really is desperate to have a taste of you and focus the pleasures on you is saying a lot right now. He must really want you bad.
“Fuck, I just can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.” your top teeth capture your bottom lip for a moment, Sunwoo having possessed you and falling for his charms.
You were easy, but so was he. It was too easy to succumb to each other and be aroused when you two were infatuated with one another.
Sleep can fucking wait.
Sunwoo’s lips form a smile, cheering internally that he’s convinced you. He couldn’t help himself. He craved to show you how much he desired and felt about you.
His smile is still there as he dives towards your face, connecting his lips with yours. Your mouth opens and welcomes his, your hands thrown around his neck tightly as he slips his tongue into your mouth hungrily.
You each kiss one another amorously. His tongue brushes past your lips and dances with your own, stimulating yours and making your sex hormones spiral in excitement.
Sunwoo’s left hand pinches the skin on your waist, lost in your lips while his right hand grabs your jaw in attempt to keep you steady and as close to him as possible.
A hazy feeling inhabits your body, unable to think straight, just yearning for your boyfriend to keep attacking you insatiably with his lips. You’re already visualizing in your head him between your thighs with his mouth vibrating over your pussy, and that causes a moan to let loose from your throat in between open-mouth kisses.
“Fuckkk,” his chest rumbles as he breathes out and you pull away to catch your breath, shifting in place, anxious for more attention.
His hand that was still on your waist redirects to the other side of your untouched jaw. Now cupping your face, passion carried in his eyes as he searches every inch of your face, enamored by you.
“Tell me you want me to eat you out. Wanna hear you say it.” his intense stare makes you fidget. You crave for things to get going already but he always makes you lose any coherence. His bold nature always has you melting and shy, going dumb at his mere presence and flirtatious demeanor.
“Hm?” at your lack of immediate speech, those Bratz doll-like lips of his pout slightly, brows raised as he looks at you with pleading eyes, emphasizing with his teasing expression how he’s expecting you to use your words.
You’re unable to look away shyly as his hands still clutch to your face, no way of backing out. Curse Sunwoo and his ability to make you feel so weak and vulnerable.
You secretly loved it, though.
“Wa— Want your mouth on my pussy… please.” you shakily breathed, heart racing as you see the satisfied smirk on his face that appears at your words.
“Since you asked so nicely, I think I have to give my baby what she wants,” he says, in awe at how you do exactly what he asks. You’re just so perfect.
He pulls your face towards his own, lips locking once again. Only this time, the kiss is softer and more delicate. He held your face as he kissed you sweetly and slowly, soaking in the feeling of the warmth of your breath and the faint taste of the lip balm you would always apply at the end of your night routine.
Humming at the taste of you, he pulls away and wastes no more time, grabbing your hand and makes way towards the bed.
You take a seat on the edge of the bed, sitting up straight as Sunwoo towers in front of you.
He moves around the bed towards the headboard and reaches for a pillow, placing it right in the center of the sheets.
“Lay down for me, sweetheart.” he instructs.
You follow his dominance, allowing your back to fall slowly onto the mattress, the back of your head hitting the pillow he placed for you.
“Good girl. I’ll take care of you.” he murmurs, bringing a hand to your knee to stroke it affectionately. Every inch of your skin prickled with goosebumps from this angle, waiting for Sunwoo to touch you where you needed it the most.
He suddenly gets on the bed, your eyes widening slightly as his arms and legs are now on either side of you, holding himself up over your body. Those beautiful eyes of his settle on your breasts, cocking his head as he stares at them shamelessly, making your face redden at him ogling your chest.
“The girls are sitting pretty. So pretty that I think i’ll keep your shirt on.” he chuckles, diving his face down into one of your mounds and sucking a nipple through the tight material, causing you to whimper at his unexpected act.
He’s teasing you, taking his time sucking at both your erect nipples through your shirt, and fondles with your tits through the fabric, smirking and looking up at you as he does so.
Your thighs press together at how erotic this is, fingers clinging onto the sheets from how this is driving you delirious. His teasing is addictive but painful. You don’t know if you can be patient any longer.
“Sunwoo!” you whine, swallowing hard and your shaky breaths fill the room— music to his ears.
And he’s just getting started.
“God, you’re so sexy.” he practically growls, removing his mouth from your clothed tits and looking proudly at the wet patches of his own saliva he’s left stained behind.
He crawls off over you and off the bed, starting to kneel down and position himself on the ground, getting ready to feast in between your legs.
One of his calloused hands paw at your exposed stomach, feeling your tummy up and down, toying with your senses even more as his fingers slip under the waistband of your underwear every time he rubs down, coming in contact with your pubic region as he does so.
“Sunwoo, please…” you faintly beg. You don’t know how much more teasing you can take. Your pussy might as well be whining aloud at this point alongside you.
He’s eyeing your expressions, finding amusement in the way your brows creased, how your lips remained parted, and at your increase in breathing.
He then grazes his lips over your inner thighs, beginning to trail kisses over the skin. You can’t help but squirm a bit as he gets closer to the most intimate part of your body, causing him to keep his hand on your stomach, holding you in place.
“Hey,” he warns, making you whimper. “I know, sweetheart. But be good for me, ‘kay?”
He finally decides to end your sexual frustration and any more delay, thinking he’s played with your mind enough already to get you going.
And now, he should get to playing with that pretty pussy of yours.
His fingers hook around the waistband of your boy shorts, tugging them all the way down your legs.
Once fully off, he finds the gusset of your underwear, boldly bringing it to his nose and inhales with it making direct contact against his nostrils, feeling the dampness you’ve left behind.
“Mhmmm.” he sighs in pleasure of the arousing smell lingering, cock twitching in excitement, making you gasp and nibble on your bottom lip at the lewd scene. Watching as he visibly enjoys your dirty underwear, sending your mind into a fucking frenzy at how filthy he was.
He’s not embarrassed in the slightest at showing how attracted he is to you, and it makes you want to combust with cum just at that.
He stuffs the underwear in the pocket of his sweats for now, and his dominant hand finally seeks for your demanding region. He cups your sex and feels how warm you are down here, as well as the lubricating fluid you have produced thus far from sexual excitement.
You suck in a breath at his large hand greeting you, quickening heartbeat at the feeling.
“Awe, so needy, hm? She’s aching isn’t she?” his voice is laced with fake sympathy as he taunts you, eyes going back and forth between your own and your cunt as he speaks.
He has you whimpering desperately, making him snicker at the fact that only he can make you feel this way.
He dives in between your legs to press a kiss over your folds, emphasizing the pucker sound of his lips greatly. He then drags the broad, flat of his tongue up along your entire pussy, almost-painfully slow and leaving behind his spit.
“Ah, shit!” you moan, clenching the sheets in between your fingers, trying your best to not close your legs or squirm too much at the sensitive feeling. This is what you wanted, after all.
Sunwoo ganders over your glistening cunt, savoring how it’s served right in front of him. Extremely blessed that you present it to him and that he gets to call you his. He thinks this every-single time, and it’ll always leave him wonderstruck.
He takes a good whiff of your pussy, his throat rumbling as he groans from the smell of your arousal. Lusty to his nostrils.
“Always so fucking pretty, just like you, gorgeous.” he refers to your cunt and then to you, making you mewl like crazy.
He finally attaches his mouth fully onto your sex, beginning to suck and lick at your folds, his groans vibrating all over your cunt.
“Mmph— fuck! Sunwoo!”
His tongue parts through your pussy lips and licks open your hole. He licks and slurps hungrily as if you were a pudding cup, trying to reach every crack and crevice of your sex with his mouth. His saliva mixes with your arousal, creating a hot, wet mess down there.
You can’t help but arch your back at the intense devotion he’s showering to your cunt. Feeling like you’re so helpless as you don’t know what to do with all the pleasure coursing through your veins while his mouth makes love to your pussy.
Your dominant hand reaches out into Sunwoo’s fluffy locks, beginning to desperately tug onto his hair and pull it slightly, letting him know how he’s driving your senses crazy.
He raises his head up slightly, backing away from your folds momentarily, making you lose the grip on his hair. He licks his lips as he meets your gaze, drool starting to drip from the corners of his mouth.
“Got me so pussy drunk, baby.” he laughs, then starts attending to your cunt again.
His eyes are still locked with your own as he sticks an index and middle finger in his mouth together, coating them with the wetness of his mouth and pulls out with a soft pop.
Although you’re wet enough that you can take it without him having to lubricate them with his mouth beforehand, he does it for show, his cock throbbing at how heavy lidded your eyes are as you watch him in a awestruck daze.
Even with you knowing what’s coming, you still jolt as he inserts his two digits, hissing at the feeling of them sliding up into your hole.
He smirks as he crooks them just right, fingers curled while he pumps into your warm sex.
Those thick fingers of his now fill you up and you can’t help but continue to breathe heavily as a whole slew of sexual hormones are running untamed throughout your body.
Sunwoo then decides to simultaneously take care of your swollen clit, attaching his mouth back onto your pussy over the engorged bud, adding more feelings of euphoria to your mind.
Every-single nerve ending of your clit tingles from those pillowy lips of his and his tongue lapping around. You can’t help but buck your hips into his fingers and face, moaning nonstop from the stimulation of his fingers while he eats you.
“Sun— Su— Sunwoo.” breathless whines roll out of you.
“You like that? Yeah?” he breathes out in between sucks, smirking as his actions are making you lose control, moving uncontrollably and crying out his name.
He continues to drive his fingers in you nonstop, steadily thrusting them into you and brushing along your spongey walls.
Squishy noises from the amount of wetness your pussy is coated in fills the room, only encouraging Sunwoo to continue the pace and maintain suction on your bundle of nerves.
His fingers are hitting you just right— in that special spot. He feels your cunt clamp around his fingers, giving them a nice squeeze. Oh, you’re so tight and close, he thinks to himself.
Your boyfriend is drawn to the way you ball up the bedsheets within your fists. How you buck up your hips so eagerly. The way the expressions on your face are beautifully screwed up— brows furrowed, mouth left hanging, eyes rolling back and fluttering.
He’s rock hard in seeing and hearing your reactions, blood rushing and flowing to his genitals as yours do. So turned on from the control he has over you, bringing you immense pleasure from his touches, and drowned in the pretty noises your body is making from your mouth and cunt.
The exhilarating duo of his mouth and thick fingers is becoming overpowering to your brain and body. If possible than already is, your breathing starts getting heavier and whinier in a stronger manner at the feeling of your stomach tightening and pussy feeling so full.
Every muscle in your body squeezes at the intense pressure crashing over you. Your body is in so much heat, beginning to feel that familiar coiled tension that you know all too well. Though this time, it feels slightly different. It’s somewhat stronger, and almost unbearable to keep holding it in. And uncontrollable.
The sensation has you crying out Sunwoo’s name and mumbling brokenly. You’re suddenly growing teary-eyed, shaking your head from left to right as the strong urge to release is raging to be let free.
Sunwoo evidently hears and sees you struggling and coming close to crashing down, so he begins to encourage you to relieve yourself.
“Let it go, baby! Ride it out on my face and fingers.”
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare hold back.”
“Show me how much you love it. I wanna see you cum on me. Show me, baby girl.”
Soft tremors from the inside of your thighs build into your legs beginning to shake nonstop as you listen to his words— even in your mind-numbing daze— and so you swamp his face, fingers, and entire veiny hand with your fluids.
High pitched practically-screams leave your mouth instantly as your clear fluid gushes out and splashes up into your boyfriend’s face, teardrops running down your heated cheeks from the feeling of relief.
You’re left speechless at the awareness of the amount of release coming out of you. It’s an amount that is foreign to you, almost like you’re squirting.
Your squirts synchronize with the way your pussy is pulsing as you orgasm, all slippery and runny fluid washing down.
Too focused on your release bewitching you, you don’t even process how you’re affecting Sunwoo.
He has never heard you this insanely vocal in the times you shared any type of sex. Nor has he been blessed with witnessing this much fluid spouting out from your cunt.
He believes you have just squirted.
And he’s the sole reason why.
“Oh fuck, baby!” your pleasure amplifies his pleasure, his cock pulsating under his underwear, making him buck his hips shamelessly into the air.
He grunts and groans as he does so, into your sex as he slurps some of your fluids and essence into his mouth. So tangy and sweet to his tastebuds.
You’re just so fucking sexy and always never cease to amaze him.
It’s so fulfilling. The rewarding feeling that he made you get to this point. Your squirt coinciding with your cum. All this just for him. Because of him.
His body responds to how he feels about you and this erotic scene by blowing a hot load of cum in his underwear. He can’t even be embarrassed about it. Fuck it. That was beautiful.
Your ears are ringing and you’re dizzy, feeling like you’re going in-and-out of consciousness.
Meanwhile, Sunwoo is trying to catch his breath as he comes down from his orgasm, still eye-level with your pussy.
He looks like a glazed donut with your pussy liquids glistening his face. He licks the corners of his mouth and rubs whatever remains with the back of his hand, and backs away from your cunt.
He crawls over the bed towards your side at your shivering state and lack of words, and immediately brings his hand to your hair, massaging and caressing your head.
“Hey, baby, talk to me.” his voice gravelly.
“Mhmm.” you moan weakly, eyes closed and barely fluttering open.
“You were so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.” he praises, pressing tender kisses against the flesh of your cheek, attempting to bring you back to your regular state of mind.
“Stay awake for me. Gonna clean us up, ‘kay?”
Sunwoo quickly gets off the bed, scurrying to find the baby wipes and towel to clean you up before you knock out.
He cleans you up first, making you hiss slightly at the feeling of any contact towards your sensitive pussy after coming down, but he coos at you and says sweet nothings during the short process.
He notices some of your fluids have left the sheets under your lower region all soaked and stained. It was no problem to him— he didn’t care, but he’d have to change them super fast and unfortunately move you off the bed to do so.
You’re suddenly picked up momentarily by your boyfriend, and he starts to carry you out the room, towards the living room, and places you gently over the couch.
You feel less hazy now and eyes are more open, curious as to what Sunwoo was doing.
“Gonna change the sheets real fast and i’ll be back to grab you and then get you some fresh underwear.” he presses a kiss to the top of your head and you hummed, watching as he walked back into the room.
It didn’t take long for him to get on some fresh sheets, keeping his promise and coming back to carry you back to bed. He places you on the mattress and gets you into a fresh pair of panties, not being able to help himself in pressing sweet kisses onto your thighs as he swells in love from taking care of you.
He then adjusts you to be tucked under the covers and walks away, making you whine at him not immediately joining you.
“Sunwoo… come to bed, baby.” you pout tiredly.
He can’t help but melt at your cuteness and begging. Wanting nothing more than to be snuggled up by your side right now.
“I gotta clean myself up first. Give me a minute, sweetheart.”
You’re not sure what he means, not knowing that he came in his underwear. You were too far gone to notice he had an untouched release.
He grabbed a fresh pair of boxer briefs and headed to the bathroom. He quickly removed his sweats and ruined underwear, dealt with the mess, and pulled on the clean underwear.
He took care of himself and walked back into the bedroom, finally joining you and going to do what you wanted to do in the first place.
Once his body hits the bed and settles, he pulls you towards his bare chest and you cling onto him.
You sigh contently as you close your eyes, happily cuddling into him.
With his bare legs entangled with your own, you are made aware that he’s removed his sweats and had to change.
Curious, you decide to ask him why.
He bites his lip before answering, feeling just an ounce of shyness, but honestly who cares? You make him weak all the time. He’s in fucking love with you.
“You made me cum.” he chuckles.
“Really?” you’re shocked and amused.
“Yeah. You squirted, baby. That was so fucking hot. You’ve never done that before, have you?”
“Wait what!?” N-no, I don’t think so. It was so intense. Never felt anything like that before.” you babbled, face reddening.
You’ve never poured out a release like that. Like, squirting? That’s what that was. You’ve obviously heard about it but didn’t think you were capable in doing so.
“Hey— I loved it. Don’t think too much about it. That was probably the hottest thing I have ever seen.” he tells you, making your face heat up even more.
“My little squirter.” he grins from ear to ear, earning him a kick from you to his own leg from underneath the covers at his teasing.
“Hey!” he responds to your kick, hissing but laughing slightly from your action. “That’s a compliment.”
“Let’s just talk more tomorrow, baby.” you roll your eyes playfully, and then shut them. You guys can talk more about this tomorrow. He’s already ripped you away from sleep by wanting to eat you— though, you cannot complain. That was singlehandedly the best oral sex you’ve ever had. But now, you just want to actually go to sleep with your pretty boy.
Sunwoo listens, smiling like an idiot at your figure. He ends the teasing (for now) and lays a kiss over your hair, rubbing your back as you rested against his chest, starting to drift off to sleep.
“I love you so much.” he whispers into the air, thinking you’re asleep already, but he says it anyways.
A quiet giggle surprises him though, making his heartbeat flutter at your beautiful sound.
warnings: possessive!sunwoo, dom!sunwoo, suggestive, explicit content, smut (MDNI), kissing, make-out, groping, a little bit of oral (fem!reader receiving), cursing, pet names (goddess, princess, babe, baby), creampie, unprotected sex (fem!reader on pill ofc), fingering, jealous sex, slight edging, cockwarming
wc: 4.1k
summary: when your bestfriend Kim Sunwoo—who just so happens to lead a notorious biker gang—shows up to escort you to Eric's birthday party on his Ducati, the night takes a thrilling, dangerous turn.
The elevator door slid open with a soft chime, and your heels echoed against your apartment lobby’s marble floor.
You were wearing an enchanting black short dress that hugged every curve of your body, a perfect blend of sultry and sophisticated.
Outside, the city lights painted the night in hues of amber and blue. That’s when you saw him.
Kim Sunwoo.
Leaning casually against his black Ducati Panigale V4 S. His beloved beast, that's what he always called.
He looked like he’d just stepped straight out of a crime noir film—wearing a black leather jacket that clung to him like a shadow, sleek and unapologetically bold, paired with dark jeans, silver rings glinting under the streetlamp. He spun his helmet lazily on one finger, then looked up.
And froze.
His gaze dropped. He found himself captivated by the view—you. The way the dress flaunted the curvaceous lines of your body, his gaze roamed hungrily over your figure.
“Damn, (Y/N).” His eyes wandered down your figure, and he couldn’t help letting out a low whistle of approval as you approached him.
You rolled your eyes.
“Don’t look so surprised, silly. I have to step up on my looks since Eric’s parties are always packed with gorgeous people.”
Sunwoo straightened up, raking a hand through his black hair.
“(Y/N), you’re gonna give someone a heart attack.” He said, mentally cursed inside by the fact that he couldn’t grab you over and touch you right here and there.
You stopped right in front of him, one brow raised as you took in the motorbike.
“Wait. That’s my ride?” You asked, but not in a mocking way, more like in a surprised tone. “I thought you said you’d bring your car.”
Sunwoo shrugged, lips curling into a smirk.
“I was going to. But…” —he held out the helmet to you— “You already knew that I’m a biker. Besides, motorbike’s faster. We’ll beat traffic… Or maybe I just like having you close.”
You gave him a look, arms crossed.
“My exposed thighs will draw attention on the road, you know?”
He stepped closer, voice dropping just enough to make your stomach flip.
“Let 'em look—just imagine all those eyes trying not to crash while staring at your sexy thighs, entertainment for night ride.” He gave you a smug smirk. “And if anyone dare to stare too long, I’ve got a louder engine and a darker glare. Now hop on, goddess, the road’s waiting.”
He grinned when your eyes flickered—not quite flustered, but not unaffected either. You snatched the helmet out of his hand and mumbled something under your breath, which only made him grin wider.
***
The Ducati purred like a beast as you climbed on behind him, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist.
You felt his shoulders stiffen for a split second—then relax, as if he could breathe better with you pressed your chest against his back. There was something oddly satisfying about having you holding onto him like that.
He couldn’t stop the thoughts of your boobs pressed on his back and how badly he wanted you, but he pushed it aside for now and revved the engine once and turned his head slightly.
“Hold on tight.”
“Don’t drive too fast.” You nagged, resting your chin on his shoulder. You could smell his cologne clearly now.
He only smirked as an answer.
The bike roared to life and sliced through the midnight city, wind in your hair and the city skyline racing past in blurs of neon.
***
Sunwoo’s Ducati slid into a narrow alley beside the upscale lounge Eric had rented out, its engine purring low before falling silent. Music spilled out from the rooftop terrace above, bass vibrating through the pavement.
He pulled off his helmet, ruffling his already-messy hair with one hand as he helped you off the motorbike.
His hand instinctively went to your waist a second longer than necessary. Like he needed to touch you, even in the smallest way. His fingers flexed against the smooth fabric of your black dress before he let go—reluctantly.
You pulled off the helmet and flashed him a relief smile.
“I survived.”
He leaned in, brushing a thumb along your temple as he fixed a stray strand.
“Barely. I had to keep reminding myself not to crash with you pressed against me like that.”
You rolled your eyes, but didn’t miss the flicker in his eyes—like he meant every word.
“You come inside with me, right?” You asked. “I mean… I don’t really know much people there except Eric and his close friends.”
“You think I’m letting you go in there alone?” he scoffed dramatically. “Oh no no no, princess—I personally delivered you on my motorbike, which officially makes me your designated bodyguard-slash-chaos partner for the night.”
He leaned in a little, voice dipping just enough to make your heart stutter.
“I’m not gonna let you get eaten alive by Eric’s pack of extrovert gremlins. Stick close, yeah? I hate when things I care about start wandering.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you the one who’s going to be wandering around? There will be lots of sexy and pretty girls inside.”
“There is only one sexy and pretty girl I’m interested in tonight.” He said, eyes on you while he started lingering his hand around your waist. “Let’s go inside.”
***
Inside, the lounge was already packed. Music pulsed low, deep enough to thump in your ribs.
Your heels clicked against the tile as you entered, Sunwoo close at your side. Too close. His hand rested low on your back, not possessive—but definitely protective.
Heads turned. Instantly. Since you both made quite an entrance.
You were stunning—the short black dress sculpted to your figure like it was made just for you, skin kissed by the lights and your aura untouchable. But what made the room really stare… was him.
Kim Sunwoo, walking beside you like he owned the night. Leather jacket, messy hair, sharp smirk—the kind of boy mothers warned their daughters about. The air around him buzzed with trouble.
And yet… his hand was firm on your waist. Like he was warning the room: She’s not alone.
Girls looked you up and down, some with open envy, some with eyes that screamed why her?
Guys? They didn’t even hide it. Their gazes dragged over your bare legs, your hips, your curves like you were on display.
Sunwoo noticed. He couldn’t care less about the attention of this party. He only wanted you.
“You look way too good tonight,” Sunwoo leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “No wonder they’re staring.”
You elbowed him lightly, whispering back, “Don’t be so close, dummy. Girls are literally throwing me death glares right now.”
He only chuckled, unbothered, but didn’t move away.
***
You finally reached the center of the room, where Eric was surrounded by his usual circle of friends and attention.
“Happy birthday, Eric.” You smiled, giving him a warm hug.
“Didn’t think you’d show up, (Y/N). You’re not the type who enjoys a party like this.” Eric then glanced over at Sunwoo beside you. His gaze flicked to Sunwoo’s hand, still casually resting on your waist. “Are you two… together or something?”
Sunwoo tilted his head, smirking and nonchalant. “Does it look like that?”
“No! No, we’re not,” you cut in quickly, almost too quickly. “We’re just… came together. On his bike.”
Eric just laughed. He then glanced over at Sunwoo again, “Still running your biker crew like a gang of misfits?”
Sunwoo only grinned. “Still faster than your overpriced car, I bet.”
There were laughs, but you were already scanning the room for drinks.
“I’ll grab us something.” You gave Sunwoo a small smile and turned toward the bar.
He watched you walk away. Eyes dark. Shoulders tense.
“You’re whipped,” Eric said beside him.
Sunwoo didn’t look away.
“No,” he said calmly. “Just very, very aware of what’s going to be mine.”
***
At the bar, a guy was already trying to make conversation with you. He looked like someone who knew he was hot—confident grin, one hand resting too comfortably on the counter beside your arm.
But somehow, the way he was ogling your body makes you a bit uncomfortable. His gaze flicked down from your boobs to your ass.
“So… You came here with that guy in leather?” he asked, tone just light enough to be a joke.
You raised a brow. “That guy in leather has a name.”
“And are you his…?” he leaned closer, suddenly resting his hand on your back, almost closer to your ass. “Because if you’re not—”
That was as far as he got.
The guy removed his hand from you the moment Sunwoo stepped in between, his body just like a shield, his eyes pure threat. That usual cocky smirk of his? Gone. This was the Sunwoo most people feared.
Biker gang leader, and not the playful kind.
“Don’t touch what’s not yours.”
The voice came low. Cold. Velvet wrapped around a blade.
“Woah, relax, man,” the guy laughed nervously, trying to mask how fast he stepped back. “Didn’t know she was taken.”
“Now you do.”
Sunwoo’s stare didn’t waver. And the guy didn’t need another warning—he was gone in seconds, melting back into the crowd.
You stood there for a moment, heart pounding—not because of the guy, but because of Sunwoo. The way his jaw clenched. The way his hand lingered on your arm, checking you like you might’ve broken.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant.
You nodded.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
The two of you stepped aside, finding a quieter corner near the glass railing again. Sunwoo didn’t say anything at first—just stood beside you, knuckles still faintly pale.
You looked at him, warmth blooming in your chest.
***
The rooftop buzzed behind you—music, lights, laughter—but none of it mattered. Not when Sunwoo was still standing too close, his jaw clenched from what just happened.
You had no idea if it was anger, adrenaline… or something else entirely.
Your breath was still catching in your throat from the way he’d stepped in earlier—protective, fierce, like the whole world could go to hell if someone looked at you wrong.
“Sunwoo…” you started, but your voice barely made it past the rush of your pulse.
He looked at you—sharp, unreadable—and then suddenly grabbed your hand.
“Come with me.”
“Wha—Sunwoo, where—?”
But he didn’t answer.
He pulled you fast through the terrace crowd, cutting through the haze of lights and bodies like it meant nothing, until he pushed open a heavy side door that led into the lounge’s private hallway. There, he found the first door unlocked, shoved it open, and pulled you inside.
Click.
The door shut behind you with a solid, final sound.
The room was dimly lit—just a single warm lamp near the far wall, illuminating a soft velvet couch and a small bar cart. Empty. Silent. Just the two of you. Even the loud noise outside was barely heard.
He didn’t waste a second.
He turned and pinned you against the wall with a breathless kind of urgency, one hand landing flat beside your head, the other curling possessively around your waist.
“Look what happened when you’re wandering alone in this fucking dress without me next to you.” His tone cold, voice low and raw, eyes sharp—flashing a frustration aura.
“I tried to be good tonight,” he muttered. “Tried to act like your normal bestfriend.”
His eyes searched yours, wild with restraint.
“But then I saw that dirty bastard touching you—and you let him talk to you—and I fucking snapped.”
You still couldn’t answer. Not when he was this close. Not when the heat of his body was wrapping around yours, making it hard to think.
“Do you know how long I’ve been dying to do this?”
And before you could even blink, his pillowy lips crashed into yours.
Hard.
Desperate.
Like he’d been starving for you and finally broke.
You gasped against his mouth, and that was all the permission he needed.
As you closed your eyes, you kissed him back—just as fiercely. Fingers sliding up under his leather jacket, gripping on his back.
Sunwoo bit your lower lip, slipping his tongue inside your mouth like a hungry predator. Savoring your taste as if it were a drug.
His hands were on you instantly—your waist, your hips, your back—gripping, pulling, pressing you into him like he couldn’t stand the space that still existed between your bodies.
“You drive me insane,” he breathed between kisses, his mouth moving along your jaw, down your neck. “Wearing that fucking dress. Letting other people see you when you’re mine.”
“Sunwoo,” you gasped, not sure if it was a warning or a plea.
“You are,” he growled, voice rough, lips still grazing on the skin of your neck. “Even if you don’t say it, you are.”
Sunwoo’s plump lips moved from your neck up to your jaw. He nipped softly there before he kissed your lips again—deeper this time, slower. Less like fire and more like possession. His hand slid to the back of your thigh, pulling one of your legs up against his waist, pressing you tighter against the wall.
You could barely breathe. Barely think. Only feel.
He pressed his hips to yours. You could feel his clothed length slowly growing harder against you, making you let out a soft moan on his lips.
But then, as if something hit him, he slowed. His lips hovered over yours. His thumb brushed along your cheek, soft again.
“You okay?” he murmured. “Say stop if you want to. I will.”
You shook your head, heart pounding as you looked into his dark eyes.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
His forehead dropped to yours, eyes fluttering shut for just a second.
“Fuck.”
He kissed you again—this time not from urgency—but from need. Sunwoo kissed you like he’d been waiting for decades, like the tension between you two had finally snapped.
His hands roamed boldly over your curves, fingertips grazing down the sides of your dress like he was memorizing the way it wrapped around you—how easy it would be to peel it off. His lips dragged hotly down your neck, nipping at the skin just beneath your ear, sending a shiver racing down your spine.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmured into your skin. “Walking around looking like this. Letting me touch you and pretend it means nothing.”
“It doesn’t mean nothing…” you whispered before you could stop yourself.
That made him pause for half a beat—just long enough to lock eyes with you, fire flickering in his gaze.
“Say that again.”
You didn’t.
You pulled him down instead, crashing your lips into his, letting your kiss say everything else.
He groaned against your mouth—low and guttural—gripping your hips tighter as he ground into you, letting you feel again just how hard his cock ached for you. You felt your walls down there twitching at the friction. Your hands tangled into his shirt, tugging it up slightly, fingers grazing hot skin underneath.
“You’re killing me, (Y/N),” he breathed between kisses, voice strained. “Tell me to stop before I cross the line.”
“Then cross it.” You said with a breathless panting.
That was it.
Sunwoo spun you gently, pressing your back against the door now, hands everywhere—wanted to feel more of you.
He unzipped your dress, pulling it down easily as your fingers worked at his belt, fumbling slightly when he sucked on your lower lip and whispered filth that made your stomach clench.
In seconds, your dress already fell off to the floor. He threw his leather jacket away and removed his shirt, topless now, only wearing his dark jeans.
Your strapless push-up bra already gone and showed your beautiful breast to him. Leaving you only in your red silky panties and heels.
“You’re… breathtaking.” Sunwoo’s breath hitched at the sight of you. His gaze admiring your naked body from up and down, drooling over you as if you were a fine sculpture. “It’s like you were made to ruin me.”
His fingers brushed your bare waist softly before he grabbed both of your legs and hiked it around his waist, lifted you effortlessly as he held your ass so you wouldn’t fall. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding onto him.
Sunwoo rocked his clothed hard length against your wet red panties with a rhythm that made you gasp into his mouth. “Aahh—” You could feel the heat between your legs growing, the slick friction of thin fabric against his jeans not nearly enough.
“You have no idea how many nights I’ve been dreaming of this,” he said, biting softly at your collarbone. “Your moans. Your naked body. The way you’d feel wrapped around me.”
You whined at his words, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed open-mouthed kisses across your breast.
“S-Sunwoo!”
“God dammit, say my name like that again and I’ll lose it.”
He dipped his head lower, leaving a hot trail of kisses down your sternum. His tongue flicked over your breast again, warm and slow, before he nipped gently and sucked your hard nipple until a soft mark bloomed there—his signature, possessive and unashamed.
You arched into him, clutching his hair, completely consumed.
There was nothing polite about the way he touched you—he was worshipping you with his mouth, claiming space with his hands, and letting every repressed feeling he’d ever had for you spill out, unfiltered.
“Fuck, baby. You're mine tonight,” he murmured, voice rough.
“Mmph,” you could only moan as an answer.
He growled—actually growled—and carrying you further into the room, your legs still wrapping around his hips. Your heels fell off to the floor.
Sunwoo laid you across the plush velvet couch there. Your back touched the cushion. He hovered above you, eyes dark with something raw—something aching—as he trailed hot kisses from your breast down to your stomach, hands slid up your thighs, slow and teasing.
Your body ached for more, burning with every touch, every moan, every look.
He pulled down your red panties—the only fabric left on your body—and revealed your already drenched folds. Sunwoo’s hard cock twitched at the arousal sight of how wet he already made you.
“Already this wet for me?” He asked, gently rubbing your wet folds with his fingers. His thumb playing with your clit as he parted your wet folds open with his hand. Your juice dripping slowly, your inside walls creased and made him lose his mind.
He leaned his head closer to your parted wet folds, licking the inside of it slowly with his tongue. Wiping all the juices there and then sucking out your pussy hungrily.
“F-fuck, Sunwoo—!” You gasped and squirmed. Instantly closing your thighs, but Sunwoo didn’t let you. He held your thigh with his other hand, gripping the flesh just enough to make you stop squirming.
“Behave.” He lifted up his head up, smirking at you. “Your cunt taste so good.”
And when he finally slipped two digits of his fingers inside your wet folds—You knew there was no going back.
Not from him.
Your walls contracting around his fingers inside. Your teary eyes rolled up as you felt breathless and pleasured all at once.
“Mmh—Sunwoo—"
“Fuck…” He cursed again, curling his two digits inside your walls as he was finger-fucking you deeper. His fingers rubbed the spot inside you, which made you feel so weak.
Your vision was blurry, breath shakier.
“Want me to stop?” he asked, voice low, husky, barely more than a growl.
“D-don’t!” You almost whined.
That made him chuckle—but only for a second. Then his mouth was on your breast again, sucking your nipple to give you more pleasure.
A soft, muted glow barely illuminated the room, and the only sound was the ragged pace of your breathing tangled with his.
You were so high that you felt slowly getting closer to your release. Sunwoo noticed. He knew, so he stopped. It made you frown and glance at him.
He moved out his drenched fingers from your cunt. You were still panting, cheeks burning when you saw him licking two of his fingers he just used to fuck inside you earlier. The sight looked so erotic to you.
With a swift motion, Sunwoo peeled off his dark jeans and carelessly tossed it aside. You could see it clearly now—his hard cock under that supreme underwear he wore. A small dot of pre-cum tainted there.
“You like the view?” He teased, gently guiding your hand for you to touch his clothed member.
You blushed. It was so hard as rock and so big on your palm. You gently rubbed his hard length and then squeezed it, making a low groan escaping from his plump lips.
“Ah, fuck!” he cursed and leaned his body down toward you. You quickly pulled down his underwear, revealing that hard veiny length. He tossed his underwear out of sight.
His hands roamed over your bare skins again, fingers trailing over every curve like he needed to memorize your body with touch alone. He kissed down your neck, dragging his teeth gently across the sensitive spot that made your back arch.
He pressed down his hard cock to your open folds—not inside yet, just grinding gently there, touching your clit and sending vibration across your body.
A rush of euphoria surged through you. You felt lightheaded at the way he was grinding his veiny cock to your clit.
“Look at me,” he said, cupping your cheek.
You did.
“Say it. What do you want?”
“You… Inside…”
Sunwoo smirked, still grinding his cock but slower, full of teasing. And you couldn’t stand waiting any longer.
“Just... put it in!” You begged, panting.
“Where is your please, baby?” He teased, again.
“P-please!”
And when your nerves prickled with impatience, he used his hand to push his hard cock inside your hole.
“Ahh!” You screamed in pleasure. Eyes shut instantly.
“F-fuck…” His breath trembled as he buried his face under your jaw. A dreamy numbness spread through his body. He had never felt this good before. As if the world around him twisted, unreal.
Sunwoo pushed into you deeper and deeper, murmuring your name into your neck.
He moved slowly at first, grounding you with every thrust, his hips rocking into yours with a steady rhythm that drove you wild. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him impossibly closer.
Your tight walls pulsating around his cock inside.
“You feel…” he gasped, “so fucking good, babe. So damn tight.”
The stretch, the weight of him—it was everything. The burn was exquisite, a slow drag of pleasure that had your fingers curling into his back and your head falling against the couch.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured against your collarbone.
You couldn’t even focus on his words.
Your nails raked down his back, drawing a hiss from him as he buried his face into your neck, biting down softly to muffle a moan. His movements became rougher, hungrier, as you met him thrust for thrust, sweat beading at your temples.
“Sunwoo—”
“Say it again,” he groaned. “Say my name when I’m inside you.”
You choked on a moan, whispering his name again and again as his hand slipped beneath your thigh, angling you deeper.
You’re finally at your peak. It was getting closer for you to cum. “S-Sunwoo—! Cum! I’m going to cum!”
“Me too, babe…” His movements picking up into something desperate—beautifully unrestrained, bodies moved in perfect rhythm, every grind and thrust pulling you both closer to the edge.
And finally, you came undone. He followed—groaning your name into your neck as he cum inside you, his body trembling against yours.
He filled you completely, like you were made for him. He didn’t move right away. He kept his cock inside until his last seeds fully dripping out into you.
“You’re mine,” he panted against your lips.
“I’m yours,” you said breathlessly. “I’ve always been.”
That broke something in him.
You held him. His forehead against you.
Just breathed.
And when he finally pulled back just enough to see your face, his fingers brushed your cheek tenderly.
“(Y/N)... Let's do a second round.” He gave you that boyish grin.
“Huh?”
“At my place. You rode my Ducati earlier and it made me jealous, y'know? I want you to ride me next.”
Your hand smacked his arm instinctively, and he immediately pouted, rubbing the spot with dramatic offense.
You rolled your eyes, trying to stifle the laugh building in your throat—but it escaped anyway.
And when you laughed, he smiled like it was the only sound that mattered.
“I’m never letting you go now,” he whispered, not as a threat—but as a vow.
You didn’t answer.
You just pulled him down to kiss you.
And he kissed you like it was the first time all over again.
joking about his dick being small truly wasn’t a great idea during a party with friends. the laughs and “oohs” at your comment were his last straw. sure, your “joke” was enough to rile him up but to put him to shame in front of your friends? in front of his friends? hun, he’s not gonna let it pass.
he had stayed silent for the next hour. was he mad? upset? embarassed? you didn’t know whether to apologize or just play along with it because, to you, it was just a mere fucking joke. he should’ve taken it lightly because once again, it was just a joke. hell, you didn’t even care about his size! it’s not like you’re gonna fuck him anyway. you guys are friends after all!
“would you like me to prove you wrong?”
you had just exited the bathroom when he spoke. you didn’t notice he had followed you. you weren’t expecting it either. “jeez! lighten up, will you? everyone has already forgotten about it. didn't know you were this... i don't know... fragile? to not take a joke.” you didn’t know where your guts were coming from. the man in front of you was literally looking you dead in the eye and yet you were practically telling him to just forget about it?
“why don't you just help me sort out my growing problem? since i’m so fragile.” ignoring his mocking tone, your eyes swept down to his crotch. fuck, it really was growing. “yeah? let's see if you can still run it when i put all of me in that fucking mouth.”
Groom! Sunwoo who thinks your maid of honour is trying to dap him up, only for her to slap something against his palm and even though he doesn't know what it is, something tells him to guard it with his life.
Groom! Sunwoo who nearly screams at the polaroid of your form draped over a carved chaise, your veil doing nothing to conceal your bridal lingerie and the curves that he never fails to worship.
Groom! Sunwoo who feels himself blushing and tries so hard to hide it with a cool exterior, but before he can succeed he's being ambushed by more of your friends and even more polaroids of you in provocative positions.
Groom! Sunwoo who almost misses out on listening to his best man's speech, too preoccupied with nervous thoughts of how he's going to fare during your first dance and how he can hold off on touching you until after the reception.
Groom! Sunwoo who needs to sit down, his pants uncomfortably tight as he fans out his acquired collection of spicy polaroids under the table, and he feels like he's running a hundred-degree fever while he gets overwhelmed by how sexy you look in your photos.
Groom! Sunwoo who groans as not one but two more of your bridesmaids run by and drop a few more polaroids onto his lap, each one somehow making you hotter if it's even possible and only making him need to leave the party with you in tow for a different kind of fun.
Groom! Sunwoo who desperately needs to take you right there and then, but holds back because he just knows that you'll berate him for even thinking about fucking you in public (he learned that the hard way), let alone at your wedding reception.
Groom! Sunwoo who looks over at you in awe, wondering how he got so lucky as to be married to the girl of his dreams, but his train of thought comes to a screeching halt when your maid of honour returns to shove another polaroid in his face- this time showing your naked figure laying on your stomach with your veil draped over your bare ass.
Groom! Sunwoo who bids a hasty farewell to everyone as soon as the wedding reception ends, chasing you down the hallways and sweeps you up into his arms, excitement coursing through his veins after having waited all night to have you like this.
Groom! Sunwoo who spends hours channelling his pent up frustration into efforts to love you in ways you didn't know he had the stamina for, reminding you that the both of you aren't that different and like you, he's also full of surprises.
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genre: smut
synopsis: your his precious addiction, who's he to say no when his baby's all hot and bothered
warnings: phone sex, masturbation, dirty talk, pet names
pairing: bf!sunwoo x fem!reader
wc: 1k
The hotel room was too quiet. The bed was too big. Your hand was already under the elastic of your sleep shorts, two fingers sliding through the slick heat between your legs, when the phone buzzed.
You fumbled for it, your breath short. Sunwoo.
“Miss me?” His voice a low, familiar rumble, scratchy from the last show. It went straight to your cunt, making the muscles inside give a hard, empty clench.
“You know I do,” Fingers still moving in slow, wet circles over your swollen clit.
“I can hear you touching yourself, baby. That little wet sound.” A pause, the rustle of fabric on his end. “Take your fucking shorts off. All the way. Let me hear it.”
Shoving the fabric down your hips, kicking it off the bed. The cool air hit your damp skin, inner thighs already sticky. “They’re off.”
“Good girl. Now, tell me what you’re doing.”
Swallowing, heart hammering against your ribs. “My… my fingers are on my pussy. My clit’s really hard. It’s throbbing.”
“Is it wet for me?”
“Yes.” You dragged your fingertips down, through the swollen folds, gathering the thick arousal that was already coating you. You pushed two fingers inside your entrance, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat at the stretch. “God, yes. I’m dripping.”
“Fuck,” he groaned, you heard the distinct sound of a zipper on his end. Your stomach flipped. “I want to taste that. I want to lick it all up until your thighs are shaking. But you’ll have to do it for me tonight, my naughty girl. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” The word was a whimper.
“Then listen close. Get your fingers nice and soaked. I want you to rub that swollen little clit of yours. Just the tip. Use your thumb. Nice and slow.”
You did as he said, thumb finding the hypersensitive bud. You circled it, the pleasure a bright, almost painful point of light. A thick, creamy strand of your own arousal connecting your inner lips to your trembling thigh.
“You’re making that pretty mess for me, aren’t you?” Sunwoo’s voice was all command now. “I can see it in my head. Your pussy lips are all puffy and dark, and your hole is just begging to be filled. But you don’t get to come from being filled yet, do you, baby? Not my greedy girl. You need this. You need me talking you through rubbing that needy clit.”
“I need it,” sobbing, your hips starting to rock against your hand. The slick, audible schlick of your fingers working your flesh filled the quiet room.
“That’s it. Now a little faster. Think about my mouth. My tongue is flat and wide, and I’m lapping at you, eating you out like you’re my last meal. I’m sucking on those lips, getting my face covered in your juice.”
Your back arched off the mattress. The image was so vivid you could almost feel the hot, insistent pressure of his tongue replacing your thumb. Free hand grabbing at your breast, pinching a nipple through your shirt until it stung.
“Sunwoo, I’m… I’m getting close.”
“No.” The word was sharp. “You edge, baby. Take your hand away. Right now.”
A ragged cry escaped you, but you forced your trembling hand to still, to lift away from your clit. The denial was an ache, a deep, hollow pulse in your core. Panting, your skin sheened with a fine sweat.
“Good. My good, obedient girl. You’re soaked, aren’t you? I bet your cream is all over your thighs. I bet if I fucked you right now, my cock would slide in like you were made for it. I’d bend you over, arch your back until it almost hurt, and pound into that tight, wet cunt until you screamed.”
On his end, You heard a low, rhythmic stroking. The wet sound of his fist on his own cock. Your eyes rolling back.
“Please,” you begged, voice broken.
“Please what? Use your words.”
“Please let me come. Please, I need to. I’ll be good.”
“You’re always good for me. My perfect addiction.” His tone softened, just for a second, before turning dark again. “Now, get your fingers back on that clit. Hard and fast. Imagine it’s my tongue. Now.”
You slammed your fingers back down, circling your clit in frantic, rough orbits. The sensation was immediate, a tidal wave building at the base of your spine. Your thighs shaking, cunt clenching rhythmically around nothing, gushing another wave of that thick, white cream that now smeared across your palm and down your wrist.
“I’m gonna come with you, baby,” he growled, his breathing becoming harsh, ragged grunts. “I’m gonna shoot my load all over this hotel desk thinking about your messy little pussy. You come when I tell you. You come with me. On three.”
You was whimpering, entire body a tight coil of tension. The room smelled of sex, of your own sharp, musky scent.
“One.”
Fingers were a blur, friction almost too much.
“Two.”
A high, thin sound was pulled from your throat.
“Three. Come for me, baby. Now!”
It crashed over you like a physical blow. body seizing, back bowing off the bed as a raw, guttural scream tore from your lips. Your cunt convulsed, a series of hard, fluttering spasms that had more of that creamy fluid seeping out of me, pooling beneath your ass. The pleasure was a white-hot brand from your clit deep into your womb, wave after wave of it, leaving your nerves screaming and oversensitive.
Through the roaring in your ears, You heard his own choked shout, a series of thick, wet spurts hitting a surface, his groan long and satisfied.
For a moment, there was only the sound of your labored breathing, synced across the miles.
Then, his voice came back, soft, blurred at the edges. “There’s my girl. My precious, fucking perfect girl. You made such a mess for me, didn’t you?”
You could only hum, body boneless, twitching with aftershocks.
“Listen to me,” he whispered, the command gone, replaced by something warmer, possessive. “You’re mine. Every shake, every drop, every fucking moan.
could you write kim sunwoo best friend/roommate somnophilia?
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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.
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.
