what do you do when there are two hot “vampires” in your area pursuing you? bang them both.
in which you are 100% sure jay and sunghoon unabashedly expose their interesting kinks, in attempts to get laid from that fact. needless to say it sparked an interest when not one, but two self-proclaimed vampires were looking for a third in their sick fantasies. at least you think that’s all it is, right?
or
the one where bi-vampires jayhoon learn to love (lust) again.
main tags: male on male action, friends too close for comfort, religious iconography , biblical diction, religious settings threesome, vampire fantasy technicalities, nsfw, nasty smut tags tba
it’s just occurred to me that not many people take kindly to the bi-vampires jayhoon fic i was gnna put out, and i know some other writers arent getting the nicest experience about writing that type of stuff either.
fun fact of the day, anons can be blocked so there’s that.
what do you do when there are two hot “vampires” in your area pursuing you? bang them both.
in which you are 100% sure jay and sunghoon unabashedly expose their interesting kinks, in attempts to get laid from that fact. needless to say it sparked an interest when not one, but two self-proclaimed vampires were looking for a third in their sick fantasies. at least you think that’s all it is, right?
or
the one where bi-vampires jayhoon learn to love (lust) again.
main tags: male on male action, friends too close for comfort, religious iconography , biblical diction, religious settings threesome, vampire fantasy technicalities, nsfw, nasty smut tags tba
𝓈ynopsis . you have a new co-worker, leaving your long-time workplace rival with no one to bother. he gets jealous, the next minute you know you’re in the bathroom face-to-face with your workplace enemy park sunghoon. ✧ ㅤ𝑔enre . pure smut. pure nasty smut + enemies to lovers 2.1k
✧ mentioned . jaehyun - nct
𝒸ontains . unprotected (pls dont do this) , rough sex , cumming inside , degrading , mirror sex , jealousy , petnames , dom . hoon , oral (m. receiving) , fingering ++ MINORS DNI
𝓅airings . coworker!sunghoon x fem!reader
req status . not taking requests atm
reminder . everything here is FICTIONAL, meaning NOTHING HERE IS REAL!! these things never happened. if u dont like my work dont read it pls & ty !
sunghoon bends you over the sink, practically ripping your panties off of you and giving a harsh slap to your cheeks, leaving a temporary red hand mark. “drinking with him now?” he grits his teeth, eyebrows furrowing in pure rage.
sunghoon tolerated you and jaehyun giggling together, spending breaks together, even presenting together, but this time? he’s not having it.
he tugs on your hair, forcing your head up to stare at yourself in the mirror. “look at yourself, filthy slut,” sunghoon scoffs, the corners of his lips curling up into a smirk.
“i hate sharing..” he mumbles lowly, one hand keeping you down on the sink and the other unbuckling his belt. you watch him in the mirror behind you, watching as his cock hits his stomach. there’s precum oozing out of his redbud-coloured tip, veins running along his shaft. a gasp falls from your mouth, not going unnoticed by sunghoon. “cock hungry slut,” he mutters, giving his cock a few pumps before aligning his tip with your entrance.
he spreads your folds before sinking his length in you in an agonisingly slow speed, drooling at the stretch. “s-hoon..” you whimper, voice trembling as his slim and veined hand holds on to your hip for some balance. you’re stuffed, full of his cock but to your surprise he’s only halfway in you. your mouth gapes open, a series of moans and whimpers escaping.
“so vocal,” he praises, abruptly slamming into you, bottoming out in one sharp thrust, drawing a moan from the depths of your throat. “‘gna ruin this cunt..” you can hear the smile in his voice, slipping out of you ‘til only the tip is left, then pounding into you. your pants and cries bounce off the bathroom walls, music to sunghoon’s ears.
“s’ big.. hoon!” you yelp, letting out ‘mph’ noises each thrust. “t-take it, bunny..” he mumbles, throwing his head back. he doesn’t provide you time to comprehend the new nickname, his pace increasing in speed. “‘cn he make you feel like this? hmph?” sunghoon groans. “s’ tight..”
“n-no!” you cry, desperately grabbing the base of the sink for support. if someone walked in, you still wouldn’t wanna stop. sunghoon arches your back, providing him with a better angle, and a better view. you’re so soaked, sunghoon can slide in and out of you with ease. all of your sensations are heightened, the thought of even uttering a word to jaehyun vanishing from your head. heck, you forgot all about him. you can’t even think about him, not when sunghoon’s pounding into you and ruining you in the bathroom of an afterparty right now.
he glances at the mirror, in time to see your eyes roll back in pure pleasure. your hair’s messy, a bit tangled because of the rough grasp he had on it earlier. your lips part, unable to stay silent. “such a sl-slut for my cock, hah?” he pants, shutting his eyes every few seconds from the overwhelming satisfaction. “mmhmmmm..” you whimper.
that response doesn’t cut it for sunghoon, leaving a rough slap to your rear. “m-agh! y-yes! i love y-your cock, hoonie! ngh—” you whine pathetically. “that’s better,” he grunts, somehow shoving another inch of his cock deeper into you, leaving you a moaning mess. sunghoon can feel your legs start to tremble, letting out a low chuckle. you’re soooo full of his cock you can’t even think straight. “snghoon! ff…. mph.. f-faster!” you wail with slurred speech. you stare in the mirror to see sunghoon raise an eyebrow.
“aw yeah? you.. mh.. like this..?” he sighs, squeezing your hip tighter. he obeys your request, increasing his speed deliciously. you can feel his cock dragging in and out of you, abusing your little cunt. “g-ohh, s-sunghoon.. pl-please let me cum!” you gasp out, clenching your gummy walls around his length. a knot forms in your stomach, begging for release. “h-hang in there, bunny.. cum when i tell you to,” he bites his lip, but even that doesn’t suppress his moans and grunts escaping.
your eyelids shut, the hues in your sight altering because of the intensity you’re closing them. you grip onto the base of the sink so tight you think you’re bending the material. slapping sounds echo throughout the bathroom together with both your lewd noises.
“wh.. who owns this p-pretty pussy?” sunghoon’s whiny voice mixes in with his stern and serious tone, and oh, it soaks you. before you could open your mouth, sunghoon hits your sweet spot, a choked moan falling from your lips. sunghoon’s veiny hand wraps around your neck and it compels your head to rise. “answer me, slut.”
“y-you! hoon!” you squeal, pulsating around his throbbing cock. “‘feel so good,” he groans. “s-so tight ‘js for me..” his skin slaps against yours, sunghoon’s rhythm getting sloppy as he gets closer to his own release. “p-please!” you barely manage to squeak, feeling salty tears roll down your cheeks. sunghoon lets go of your neck, holding your hips again as his cock reaches your g-spot. before any more further protest, your orgasm washes over you, white spots flooding your vision as a wave of euphoria courses through your system.
but sunghoon? ohoh, he’s not stopping. too occupied in chasing his own release.
your poor, overstimulated pussy creaming his cock as he hammers your cervix. additional teardrops form from your eyes, ruining your makeup. “mfh— hoon! nngghh..” you’re moaning, whimpering, trembling under him and he takes it all in. your desperate noises help him finally cum, shooting his hot load into you. he pulls out, spreading your cheeks to watch as both of your milky creams slowly gush out of your folds. he inserts two fingers into your already stretched and overstimulated cunt, whining when he pushes it back in your hole.
you’re legs are evidently quivering, sunghoon’s mad, but he’s not a monster. he wraps his hands around your waist and helps you stand back up from the sink. “let’s give your pussy a break, hm?”
you mindlessly nod, ears still ringing from the best orgasm you’ve ever had. the scent of sex still remains in the air, making more sense when you feel something poking your sensitive folds. “are you.. still..”
“not still. seeing you like this made me hard again. ‘wonder who’s gonna help me with that, huh?” sunghoon releases his grip from your waist, and you collapse to your knees. it takes some time for your mind to process and comprehend what he’s conveying, then it clicked. you spin around, taking the base of his cock in your delicate, supple hands. “suck, bunny.”
you nod, licking a long stripe up his shaft, feeling the veiny texture against your pink tongue. you stick out your tongue, licking his tip and swirling around his slit. you look up at him while doing so, twinkling eyes watching as he throws his head back in pure pleasure, addams apple bobbing as he attempts to swallow back any noises. “mmfhh bunny..”
you take that as a green light, gradually beginning to pump his cock as you make an effort to open your mouth wide enough to fit him. sunghoon knows he’s big, watching you try to fit him, it’s almost pitiful. almost. at first, he reaches out, gently taking a hold of your hand and head, guiding your hand to slide up and down his cock faster. the other? it pushes your head down, forcing you to take in his length. you gag, tears sliding down your face.
despite the flowing tears, your mouth eventually adjusts. you lift your head, unconsciously hollowing your cheeks as you make your way down. all the while your hand’s doing most of the work. sunghoon’s eyes roll back, mouth gaping open. he grabs a fistful of your hair tightly. your finger intentionally runs along his prominent vein, drawing a moan from sunghoon. “j-just like that, baby..”
this is pleasurable for you too, your sensitive clit already wet again from this, clenching around nothing. with the grasp sunghoon has on your hair, he helps you bob your head on his cock. you hollow your cheeks, evidently affecting sunghoon due to his loud groans. if it weren’t for the blaring music outside, you two would’ve been caught. but the music isn’t able to drown out the moan you let escape, sending vibrations down sunghoons spine.
“m—ah! mmhh g-good girl,” he praises, only drenching your inner thighs further. sunghoon places one hand on the wall behind him for balance. his hand gripping your hair moves down, tucking away stubborn strands behind your ear. your tear-filled eyes look up at him, locking with his. your tears reflect the overhead lights, creating sparkles in your eyes. sunghoon could cum from the sight alone.
as you’re sucking him in, your tongue repeatedly applies pressure on his prominent vein, his pleads and moans only spurring you on. over time, you slowly get addicted to his taste, bobbing your head up and down with as much as you can fit him in, gaining a pleasure-drunken grin from sunghoon.
he grunts lowly, hand trailing back to your hair. “‘mouth feels so good..” his grasp on your head tightens, gently pushing down to force you to take in more of him, and ohh you aren’t complaining. he doesn’t give you time to adjust, the gagging noises you’re letting out only turning him on further. “mfhh yeahh bunny.. y’ want daddy to cum in your mouth?”
a muffled moan escapes your mouth, sunghoon feeling every. vibration. of sounds you let out. sunghoon feels the heat growing in his lower abdomen the faster you go, his nonchalant facade ebbing away the closer he gets to his release.
“b-bunny,” he groans, jaw tensing. he pushes your head down on his cock farther before shooting his hot, sticky load into your warm mouth. you proudly swallow every drop without him commanding you to. he tastes absolutely phenomenal, and that only soaks you more.
desperate for some sort of relief, your hand snakes down to your clit, rubbing and letting out soft whimpers right then and there. “awe, got all wet from that. such a cute slut,” sunghoon extends his hand, seemingly kindly helping you up off the floor, but once you get on your feet, he pushes you up against the bathroom wall swiftly, your back facing him.
“h-hoon? ah-!”
his finger plunges deep into your dripping cunt, a choked moan slipping from your mouth, interrupting yourself. he begins to piston his finger in and out of you, and you’re already so noisy when he’s barely got two fingers in you. “mm, bunny wanted my touch so badly, hm?” sunghoon teases. you nod rapidly, pressing your lips together but it doesn’t help drown out the uncontrollable audible whimpers escaping you.
you feel sunghoon’s hot breath at the back of your neck. “him or me?” he adds an additional finger inside of you, drawing a lewd moan sound from the back of your throat you didn’t even know you could make. “h-haah.. y-you, hoonie! mhmm!”
he feels satisfied with the response he received, pumping his fingers in and out of you in an increased speed. your back automatically arches, and his fingers curl up in such a delicious way. your head’s reeling, the whites of your eye would be visible if you weren’t facing the wall; your only source of stabilization. his fingers curl up to your g-spot, the sensation causing a yelped moan out of you. “t-there hoon! a-ammfnn..”
“oh yeah? here?” he reaches your sweet spot again, your mind in a daze. you’re unable to respond, only with uncontrolled whining seeping through. “never thought my co-worker would be such a nasty slut,” he’s knuckles deep into your pretty pussy now, your forehead resting on the wall from the absurd amount of satisfaction. “f..faster..”
he chuckles, listening carefully and moving his fingers sloppily, wet noises audible. his free hand grabs your waist, the other occupied in fingering your hole deeply. “mgh- ah! s-sunghoon.. ‘c-cumming..”
“mhm? you wanna cream all over my fingers? making a mess?”
his response only turns you on further, trembled sighs escaping your mouth from the speed of his fingers. your stomach tenses, pussy pulsating around his slender fingers as your orgasm hits, cum dripping down on sunghoons fingers. you cry out his name, body going limp as you collapse into his arms.
yet, his fingers dont stop. despite the cream dampening his fingers, despite the weakness you’re showing, his fingers only speed up, your sensitive cunt overstimulated. you clench around his fingers, eyebrows knitting together in drowning pleasure.
“what’s your name?” sunghoon coos, the response you give barely a response, crying out things unintelligible as your mind starts to spin. he grins, finally pulling his fingers out of your overstimulated pussy. he pushes you back up against the wall, planting soft and supple kisses on your neck.
a / n . for one of the most intense fics ive made you wouldve expected me not to listen to nemonemo by yena while writing this huh😓 i tried to go all out for this one
this took me a lot of time d appreciate it if you REBLOG with tags and commentary ! thank you for reading ♡
Your voice had rung in his ears as you looked through his wardrobe. Yeah, he had a lot of clothes, especially for a guy who defaulted to the same few shirts and pants all the time.
There he sat laid back in his bed, eyeing you as you had gone through his stuff as per usual. He’d never let you know that he was quite particular about how he kept things organized, it was just nice to keep you around. If that meant letting you be nosy, so be it.
Amongst the many button-up dress shirts and slacks, to find something— oh? On the hanger, it draped pretty, a deep black, and shiny. Laces down the middle, and risqué fastens.
“See now— what’s the point of having cool clothes and never wearing them?”
He watched you fling the the garment(s) on his bed. There was an absolute reason why he never wore those. They’re leather.
…
You had pestered Sunghoon greatly, “put them on” you’d coo, “i wanna see.” Climbing atop him on his bed, shoving the set in his face. You really, really wanted to see him in it. He knew he could never say no to you, the sweet friend he barely remembered why you were at his place to begin with. His pretty friend he had some not so innocent thoughts about. His very insistent, very hot, friend. Who never once, threw him a bone, a lick of attention before.
The way your body is so daringly close to his, it’s a wonder you can’t practically feel the tent growing in his pants, he can smell your hair. It makes him fucking hard.
“No—No, i can’t put them on, they… doesn’t fit right.” He winces, as if he’s in pain. The strain agaisnt the fabric of his boxers makes his head reel. Curse his cock for acting up at the mere smell and warmth of you. The act of you giving him that attention he never expected. So foreign.
Plopping back down on his bed, tilting your head at him almost mockingly, a rise in his chest stirs. You click your tongue, looking at the crumpled garments next to him. “You know what I think Hoon?” Fucking hell, he can’t stand when you call him that. Makes his stomach twist, and pale cheeks flush with color. You grin a mischievous smile.
“I think it fits too well.”
It’s crazy, testing, teasing, calculating. It sucks because it’s like a knife to his ego, and he cannot for the life of him utter a single “no” to you, even if it meant saving his life. Well, at the moment his pride.
You wiggle your foot around on his tented pants right on the faint outline between his legs, his body jolts in reaction. Sunghoon had so hoped you didn’t notice it, then again, it was rather hard to hide. Your laugh rings in his ears, sensitive, so damn sensitive. He immediately gets a pillow and covers his bulge almost completely hidden by his baggy pants. “F-fuck you can’t do that!” His weak voice muttered just above a whisper.
“What baby? have something to hide?” You snort between sentences. “Or lack there of?”
He gets up almost immediately, and takes the leather pants and jacket aggressively. He eyes you down scowling, yet you know deep down his little self worth had been deflated. The giddy look on your face when you get your way makes him loath how he wants nothing more than to prove you wrong.
Only to know he’d be buckling at the knees for you any given moment.
…
He watches you swallow dryly, is it hot in here or…? The buttons, the leather, all dark and shiny. Contrasting against his pale skin, it’s a sight paired with his unkempt hair. He looks good, too good. The leather clings to his body, and the jacket is cropped. Shit, his waist is so tiny, that part of you wants to hold it. You want to feel it whilst you taste— the main accessory of the outfit.
A snide look casts on your features, and he stands there awkwardly. Hands covering the scandalous fastens of the pants, failing to hide the thing that lay thick and heavy against his leg. Nearly halfway down his thigh, the composition of the light and shiny material enhances his pulsing need.
“Don’t hide it.”
he had watched you take his jittery hands away from his crotch, your own gripping his thighs and face so close to his dick— he could feel your breath through the rather unbreathable material. Now, hands bruising his waist, and gliding your tongue across the outline of his length suctioned along the expanse of his thigh; he whimpers. Utters out a pretty, and needy sound.
You were never overtly suggestive with him ever. Like at all. Which makes the act of you pushing him onto his bed and virtually ripping his pants off exceptionally hotter.
He’d ask under shaky breaths, “why? Why now?”What made you want to. It almost annoyed you how many times he asked you, even after you so generously sucked his cock dry for the third time. His legs quivering, and your mouth tangy with the aftertaste of all his cum.
Why did you do it?
Seeing him clad in leather was hot, getting him out of it was easy, and getting him off; was hotter.
Your voice had rung in his ears as you looked through his wardrobe. Yeah, he had a lot of clothes, especially for a guy who defaulted to the same few shirts and pants all the time.
There he sat laid back in his bed, eyeing you as you had gone through his stuff as per usual. He’d never let you know that he was quite particular about how he kept things organized, it was just nice to keep you around. If that meant letting you be nosy, so be it.
Amongst the many button-up dress shirts and slacks, to find something— oh? On the hanger, it draped pretty, a deep black, and shiny. Laces down the middle, and risqué fastens.
“See now— what’s the point of having cool clothes and never wearing them?”
He watched you fling the the garment(s) on his bed. There was an absolute reason why he never wore those. They’re leather.
…
You had pestered Sunghoon greatly, “put them on” you’d coo, “i wanna see.” Climbing atop him on his bed, shoving the set in his face. You really, really wanted to see him in it. He knew he could never say no to you, the sweet friend he barely remembered why you were at his place to begin with. His pretty friend he had some not so innocent thoughts about. His very insistent, very hot, friend. Who never once, threw him a bone, a lick of attention before.
The way your body is so daringly close to his, it’s a wonder you can’t practically feel the tent growing in his pants, he can smell your hair. It makes him fucking hard.
“No—No, i can’t put them on, they… doesn’t fit right.” He winces, as if he’s in pain. The strain agaisnt the fabric of his boxers makes his head reel. Curse his cock for acting up at the mere smell and warmth of you. The act of you giving him that attention he never expected. So foreign.
Plopping back down on his bed, tilting your head at him almost mockingly, a rise in his chest stirs. You click your tongue, looking at the crumpled garments next to him. “You know what I think Hoon?” Fucking hell, he can’t stand when you call him that. Makes his stomach twist, and pale cheeks flush with color. You grin a mischievous smile.
“I think it fits too well.”
It’s crazy, testing, teasing, calculating. It sucks because it’s like a knife to his ego, and he cannot for the life of him utter a single “no” to you, even if it meant saving his life. Well, at the moment his pride.
You wiggle your foot around on his tented pants right on the faint outline between his legs, his body jolts in reaction. Sunghoon had so hoped you didn’t notice it, then again, it was rather hard to hide. Your laugh rings in his ears, sensitive, so damn sensitive. He immediately gets a pillow and covers his bulge almost completely hidden by his baggy pants. “F-fuck you can’t do that!” His weak voice muttered just above a whisper.
“What baby? have something to hide?” You snort between sentences. “Or lack there of?”
He gets up almost immediately, and takes the leather pants and jacket aggressively. He eyes you down scowling, yet you know deep down his little self worth had been deflated. The giddy look on your face when you get your way makes him loath how he wants nothing more than to prove you wrong.
Only to know he’d be buckling at the knees for you any given moment.
…
He watches you swallow dryly, is it hot in here or…? The buttons, the leather, all dark and shiny. Contrasting against his pale skin, it’s a sight paired with his unkempt hair. He looks good, too good. The leather clings to his body, and the jacket is cropped. Shit, his waist is so tiny, that part of you wants to hold it. You want to feel it whilst you taste— the main accessory of the outfit.
A snide look casts on your features, and he stands there awkwardly. Hands covering the scandalous fastens of the pants, failing to hide the thing that lay thick and heavy against his leg. Nearly halfway down his thigh, the composition of the light and shiny material enhances his pulsing need.
“Don’t hide it.”
he had watched you take his jittery hands away from his crotch, your own gripping his thighs and face so close to his dick— he could feel your breath through the rather unbreathable material. Now, hands bruising his waist, and gliding your tongue across the outline of his length suctioned along the expanse of his thigh; he whimpers. Utters out a pretty, and needy sound.
You were never overtly suggestive with him ever. Like at all. Which makes the act of you pushing him onto his bed and virtually ripping his pants off exceptionally hotter.
He’d ask under shaky breaths, “why? Why now?”What made you want to. It almost annoyed you how many times he asked you, even after you so generously sucked his cock dry for the third time. His legs quivering, and your mouth tangy with the aftertaste of all his cum.
Why did you do it?
Seeing him clad in leather was hot, getting him out of it was easy, and getting him off; was hotter.
what do you do when there are two hot “vampires” in your area pursuing you? bang them both.
in which you are 100% sure jay and sunghoon unabashedly expose their interesting kinks, in attempts to get laid from that fact. needless to say it sparked an interest when not one, but two self-proclaimed vampires were looking for a third in their sick fantasies. at least you think that’s all it is, right?
or
the one where bi-vampires jayhoon learn to love (lust) again.
main tags: male on male action, friends too close for comfort, religious iconography , biblical diction, religious settings threesome, vampire fantasy technicalities, nsfw, nasty smut tags tba
what about childhood best friend hoon who has always seen you as the sweet and innocent kind until he accidentally stumbles upon your dirty mind and fantasies
this just did something to me
***
“What the fuck?!”
“Sunghoon!” your cheeks and neck feel like they’ve been set on fire. You mumble a quick apology and goodbye into your phone and end the call. “What the hell are you doing in my apartment?”
“Your mom said you’d be home and I just got back into town.” He looks at you, frowning.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Sunghoon steps through the threshold of your bedroom wearing a black muscle tank and sweatpants. It’s a bit unfair how beautiful your best friend is with perfect biceps and an abdomen that can be seen through the fabric of his tank top. Sunghoon doesn’t have to try that hard and people will still fawn over him.
He looks at you like he’s seen a ghost. You see his duffle bag still in his hand but his grip seems to loosen the longer he looks at you. Sunghoon gulps and hesitantly takes a step inside of your room.
“You…I overheard you talking.”
“Why did you talk to my mom before coming come?” You ask, deflecting Sunghoon’s words in an attempt to pretend he heard nothing. “Did you drive home from school? Why is my apartment the first place you go to instead of your parents’ house?”
“Y/N.” Sunghoon’s throat feels a little too dry.
“You’re awful for not texting me before coming over.” He watches you turn around and put your phone on your table. “Anyway, how was your drive?”
Sunghoon drops his duffle bag. “I thought you were a virgin.”
You sputter. “A-A virgin? Why in the world would you think that?”
A part of you already knows this answer. Unlike you, Sunghoon’s not afraid to talk to you about his sex life and started hooking up with girls the second he left for college. He told you he lost his virginity the second he got home and updates you every so often about his sexual escapades, though not in great detail. He doesn’t press on about your sex and you don’t make it a point to bring it up because you aren’t as shameless as him.
The two of you don’t really have the dynamic where talking about sex is on the table. Or rather, he’s more open to the idea and doesn’t pry any information out of you because you’d shot him down when he asked about your virginity before you had sex for the first time. Sunghoon, for the fear of making you uncomfortable and losing his best friend, kept his mouth shut and generally always thought of you as a pretty innocent person.
You get a bit warm in the face when a sex scene in a movie comes on or whenever he plays songs that have sexual undertones to them in his car. Sunghoon has always thought you were a bit on the innocent side and figures the farthest you’ve ever gone was kissing Lee Heeseung in the eleventh grade.
But right now, his perception of you is distorted. Upon coming over after your mother told him where the spare key was, Sunghoon stood outside hoping to surprise you when he overhead you talking to your friend about a recent hookup.
“No amount of porn or book smut could really describe the feeling of a guy cumming inside of you. I had to practically beg him to take the condom off because he was worried it would be risky. But I’m on the pill so he agreed and fuck, it felt so good.”
He stands there, dumbfounded by the revaluation but can’t stop picturing you with your legs spread open for him on the bed next to you like he has for the past few weeks. Sunghoon’s face is red, no doubt.
“You’re looking at me funny.”
He whips his head to look at you. “I’m not acting funny. You’re acting funny.” Sunghoon watches you scoff and get up from your desk.
“I don’t know why you’re surprised that I fuck, Hoon.”
He sputters. “I don’t think about it.” That’s a lie.
“You don’t have to.” You shrug it off like it’s no big deal. “Do you use condoms?” Sunghoon chokes.
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