Naya finished brushing her teeth, nearly hurting her gums several times because she was so nervous. The file she’d been waiting for all week had arrived the night before. Wrapped in her bathrobe, she began pacing the loft’s hallways.
Feeling her love handles as she wrapped her arms around herself, with the document between them, made her feel uncomfortable once again. She didn’t know how to feel about them or about all the fat on her body. It had been ruining her life for far too long. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her curves, but it had been so long since she’d seen them.
How had she ended up like this? There was a time when she didn’t think about her appearance. She’d always been a tomboy with nothing but brothers and a father. People, however, were quick to rub it in her face—her skin, which they said was too dark, her body too thick, and her big manga-style eyes. After all, this country, where they’d had to move after her father’s job transfer, had its own definition of beauty.
Naya had eventually come to see things through their eyes. Then she saw him. He was the one who smiled and laughed as if he’d never had a problem. She didn’t go out much, so hanging out on YouTube had become her favorite pastime, and inevitably, recommendations for a rising band eventually reached her. The young Black woman had hated him right away. One video, then two, then three—and she hated him more and more.
He was a well-known artist in a multi-award-winning group and seemed to be living the dream. At least that’s what Naya thought until she stumbled upon his story. Gradually, Naya had come to admire him. He’d been rejected and harassed to leave the group right from the start, for no reason at all. While the others received letters and emails, he was the target of hashtags meant to get him kicked out.
Naya hadn’t experienced even a quarter of the barrage of hate he’d endured, and yet she shut herself away within the walls of her room, while he had long stood up to his detractors until they finally accepted and loved him. His smile wasn’t a sign of carelessness; it was, in fact, a symbol of his strength—a radiant, brilliant smile that warmed the heart.
The young woman had started following him and learning everything she could about him. Before she even realized it, she had fallen hopelessly in love with this man. Naya wanted to walk alongside this wonderful man, bask in his light and strength, and see his smile every day. But would she even be able to?
She lived in South Korea, a country where she was the polar opposite of what was considered beautiful. Naya had finally turned to the man she loved for answers.
According to various YouTube videos, he liked slim, lively women. The young woman had taken up working out, often being very hard on herself.
She had given it her all—against her family’s wishes—to meet his standards. First an influencer, then a model, and eventually a guest at high-profile social events, she had finally met him. Jung Hoseok was just as radiant and impressive as she’d seen him on TV and everywhere else.
Strangely, she hadn’t had to pretend: they’d clicked immediately. She, who was rather shy and quiet, and he, who was radiant and full of energy, complemented each other perfectly. Their relationship had then moved very quickly. After a year, they’d gotten married, and Naya had thought she’d finally overcome her self-confidence issues. Hoseok was a truly wonderful and loving husband.
Naya walked into her husband’s dance studio. It was her favorite room in the house. She found him sitting against the wall next to the huge mirror that covered an entire wall of the room. Just as he always did whenever a new song needed choreography, he had turned the volume all the way up to “soak the melody into his body,” as he often said.
Naya’s heart still pounded just as hard every time she saw him. Her feelings for him were still just as strong—if not even more intense now. To her, he was still just as handsome, still just as impressive, still just as intense. But it had been two years now since they’d had any kind of real relationship.
With his eyes closed, he probably hadn’t noticed her presence, so she knocked on the open door. His gaze met hers, and he remained like that, staring at her for several seconds. Naya felt shivers run down her spine. It was exactly what she’d said earlier: he was intense. The young woman pulled herself together by shaking her head, then stepped into the room, the document firmly clenched in her palm.
“I need to talk to you, please,” she said, clearing her throat.
Hoseok nodded after a few seconds of silence. It was as if he knew how significant their conversation would be. He then stood up to face her,
towering over her by a head.
“I'm listening,” he said simply.
“I don't want to upset you before your album comes out, but I think things have been dragging on for a long time. You and I have been like strangers for two years now. I don't want to be a burden to you anymore, and I think we should get a divorce,” she said bluntly, handing him the papers.
Hoseok seemed surprised by her words. For a long moment, he shifted his gaze back and forth between the document and her.
“Do you really want to end it here?” he said in a hollow voice. “Do you want to leave me?”
“I won’t let you turn this around,” she said, at her wit’s end.
For two years now, she had been bottling up all kinds of toxic emotions. Hoseok’s words—his petty accusation, even though he was the one who had abandoned her for his work—were the last straw.
You’re the one who left. You’re the one acting like I’m just a piece of furniture in this house. How long has it been since we went out, tell me? When was the last time we actually talked? You want to know? It’s been TWO YEARS.
When was the last time you looked at yourself in a mirror, tell me?
Naya held her breath at his words. This was it—he was finally going to admit that he felt disgust for the woman she had become, or rather, for her true self. After years of trying to conform to a social ideal, her body had finally refused to cooperate. It had reclaimed its autonomy, and now she found herself having to confront her old traumas.
“I imagine that coincides with the time you started to fade away,” he added, pulling her out of her thoughts.
Realizing that despite the time that had passed, the efforts she’d made, and the people around her, she hadn’t really changed made her unhappy.
Do you even remember the last time you smiled? The last time you laughed sincerely?
“Enough, stop it!” she said, unable to bear his words. “You're trying to taunt me, aren't you? You, the great Jung Hoseok who conquered the world.” You, J-Hope, who made your mark on the world while staying true to yourself,” she continued, gesturing wildly. “Well, I’m sorry, but not everyone has the strength you do,” she said, her eyes filling with tears.
“Please don’t say that,” he said, reaching out to touch her cheeks.
“Don’t touch me,” she said, stepping back abruptly. “You don’t understand anything,” she added bitterly.
“You’ve withdrawn from social media, you’ve stopped seeing your friends, your brothers only hear from you once a season, and you don’t even look me in the eye anymore.”
“It’s all your fault,” she screamed, her cheeks wet with tears. “You don’t care about me anymore. You’ve abandoned me!”
“Isn’t it you who’s abandoned yourself, Naya?”
“What?” she said, surprised.
You've gained weight!
“Yes, I have! Just say it—I disgust you,” she yelled.
“People change, and they struggle to overcome their weaknesses. And you, Naya, what are you doing?”
The young woman didn’t know what to say. Was he trying to belittle her? To humiliate her?
“You want to know something?” You may have hidden your original appearance from the world, but I knew what you looked like. Your father showed it to me—to test me or to drive me out of your life; I’m not really sure. He didn’t like me because, in his view, I’d forced you to change.
So why did you marry me? Because I fit your physical ideal?
And you? Did you marry me so you could hide behind me?
His question took her by surprise. What exactly did he mean?
You were trying to run away from yourself, and you found me. Then, when you saw yourself gaining weight again, you pushed me aside.
You’re lying, she said, shaking her head.
Oh, really? Don’t you remember leaving our bedroom without asking me first? I suppose you don’t remember ignoring me every time I asked you to go out, either?! And how could you possibly remember calling me selfish the last time I tried to kiss you? “You pushed me away every time I took a step toward you,” he said, stepping forward as she backed away. “I know perfectly well that if you’re mad at me today, it’s not because of the harm I’ve done to you, but rather because of the harm you’ve done to yourself.”
Shut up!
Oh no, Naya! This time, we’re doing it my way. Today, you’re angry because you’ve betrayed yourself. You chose to conform to what others might think by losing weight, presenting a false image of yourself on social media, and befriending the wrong people. Anyone who really knows you even a little bit knows that you’re nothing like what you put out there. You no longer have the mental strength to keep up that image, and it’s making you miserable. You’re torn between the anger of not being able to keep going and the disgust at having even started in the first place.
“Don’t make me believe you would have even looked at me if I’d introduced myself to you like this,” she said, glancing at her body with disgust.
How can you know that?
A bitter laugh escaped her lips. Was he, too, going to tell her what her brothers were always telling her? That she was gorgeous and shouldn’t be ashamed of her body, all while strutting alongside girls who were three times Naya’s size? She was really sick and tired of hearing it.
With a single motion, she untied the strings of her bathrobe. She wanted to be right there to see the look of disgust on his face at the sight of her body. Then he wouldn’t be able to deny the truth anymore.
“You want me to believe you’d be attracted to me if you saw this?” she asked, letting her bathrobe fall to the floor.
With her eyes downcast, she waited in vain for a cry of disgust. No sound came out; no sign of any kind reached her, so Naya took a deep breath to steel herself before looking up. The eyes of her soon-to-be ex-husband were taking in every curve, every bit of fat clearly visible in her skimpy outfit.
She was wearing a tiny woody-pink satin top with thin straps edged in lace. The triangular neckline exposed her medium-sized breasts and the small folds under her arms, while the thin straps revealed her plump arms. Naya had only a slight bulge at her stomach and small love handles on her narrow waist. A pair of mini shorts that went from her waist to mid-buttocks.
Her full legs were exposed, revealing her cellulite and stretch marks. Basically, her microscopic outfit highlighted all her imperfections. Hoseok set off, averting his gaze from her, and walked past her without saying a word. That’s it! Now it was definitely over. Who could blame him? He was a handsome man: slender, athletic, tall, sexy…
Had he just locked her inside? Naya had heard the door lock. Turning around, she saw him standing there, still staring at her.
“I can’t say I would have liked you back then, Naya,” he said in a voice she’d never heard from him before. “That’s probably why I don’t hold it against you; but today, Naya, I’m going to make sure you never want to do that again.”
"I don't think I've ever wanted you this badly, Naya, and I doubt you'll be able to keep up," he said in a deep, husky voice.
Her lover’s lips moved on, leaving behind her delightful torment to kiss her stomach. Another sensitive spot. His lips there made her feel as uncomfortable as they did pleasurable. He kissed every little roll of flesh passionately while moving back and forth between her thighs. Her sex, now exposed once more, was craving more sensations. Hoseok’s fingers caressed the entire length of her thighs, drawing as close as possible to her sex without ever touching it—just as he had done with her nipples—making her throb with anticipation. Every little crease on her stomach and ribs received special attention. Naya arched toward his caresses, eager to be pampered even more. Her husband’s loving hands and lips soothed her wounded heart a little. His hands finally reached her pelvis. Her body—and she herself, she had to admit—was eagerly awaiting his touch on her aroused sex. Hoseok kissed her bare pubis centimeter by centimeter, sending a wave of pleasure through her intimate folds. Naya groaned in earnest as she felt abandoned. He had straightened up just a few centimeters from her folds. Why was he being so cruel?
“Get on your knees and lean forward on your elbows,” he ordered in an authoritative voice. Naya felt her wetness growing abundantly between her lower lips. Unfortunately, her body loved being subjected to him like this, and she lacked the strength and clarity of mind needed to resist him. The young woman turned around and braced herself on her knees before offering her intimate folds to her lover’s gaze. Her swollen sex, dripping with love juice, was fully exposed to this man, who didn’t say a word. Her full buttocks were turned toward him, and the curve of her back pushed them completely toward Hoseok. The silence made her nervous and heightened her arousal. What could he possibly be thinking? Naya felt a shiver run through her as she felt a kiss on the top of her right buttock. Hoseok’s hands cupped her buttocks as he kissed them one by one. Even as the pleasure teased her, she couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t said anything. - "You don't have to do this…" she whispered, before gasping for breath.
Her husband’s tongue was sliding between her folds. She felt it probing her as he parted her swollen labia to gain access to every nook and cranny. Her fingers clenched against the carpet, Naya let out little gasps of pleasure. - "I fucking missed this," he whispered against her pussy.
The young woman moaned as she felt his breath caress her open pussy, clutching the rug a little tighter. The South Korean’s large hands gripped and pressed against her hips to hold her in place. Naya gasped, letting out a loud moan of pleasure as she felt him draw her in. He was greedily licking her everywhere—her lower lips, her sensitive clitoris, her pink flesh. She could feel them again; the first waves of her orgasm were making her arms and legs tremble. Naya was consumed by a hunger she never would have suspected. Muffled sounds reached her ears, intensifying the waves that were growing closer and closer as they spread through her. Her body wouldn’t be able to withstand such assaults for much longer. Hoseok was becoming more insistent, more insatiable, and the young woman’s tremors intensified. She could no longer control her mouth, which let her pleasure escape in the form of long sighs. The young woman’s vagina contracted violently, propelling her into a fierce orgasm. Her upper body soon collapsed onto the carpet as her trembling arms could no longer support her. Her legs, though tired and just as unsteady, could find no rest. Hoseok kept his grip on her hips to continue thrusting into her vagina, which was clenched with pleasure. Waves of pleasure washed over her relentlessly, making her forget everything else. Naya mustered what little strength she had left to push Hoseok away. Her body could no longer bear all that pleasure. Her attempt failed miserably, and to top it off, she received a slap on the buttock and a growl against her sex that tormented her even more. He didn’t stop until she felt her wetness drain away, leaving her slumping to the floor, legs spread apart.
“Beautiful marks, just for you,” he murmured in a warm voice as he caressed her still-tingling lips. When Naya realized that he had left marks on her in such an intimate place, a violent wave swept over her again. Her body—that traitor—began to convulse once more in orgasm as she clutched the rug beneath her with her small hand. Her hypersensitive skin rippled with unbearable pleasure as she felt her lover’s fingers caress her back, the curve of her lower back, and her buttocks. Completely out of it, she didn’t notice the sound of fabric falling to the floor. She was already struggling to keep her eyes open.
Three orgasms in a row after that. Naya let out a little cry of surprise as her husband’s hand came down on her barely rested sex. Would he ever stop interrupting her train of thought? His palm snapped back down hard on the sex exposed before her eyes. Her body couldn’t recover in time, so Naya could only offer feeble protests. She felt her legs being folded forward so that she was slightly raised. In this position, she didn’t have to exert any effort but was still perfectly positioned for him. - "You make me want to fuck you so badly, my love," he confessed in a deep voice. "That ass just waiting for me and those generous curves—all just for me!" That deserves some special treatment, don’t you think?
How could this be? Why had she even come into this room? If she’d known what was in store for her, she would have taken a taxi to get as far away as possible before sending him the email. Her body was slowly starting to heat up again at the South Korean man’s words. The desire returned, as if she hadn't just had one orgasm after another. Her wetness took over her sex again, lubricating it for the intense pleasure of this man. Why did she love that he was so raw?
"I'm going to sink deep inside you," he said, teasing her with his own, causing her to gush even more. "I'm gonna thrust deep and hard, over and over again, until you come around me several times. And if you're kind to me," he continued in a tone that was both amused and authoritative, "then I'll give you every drop of my cum, before letting you rest." His slow tone matched the rhythm of his movements. Naya didn’t know what to say anymore. Her soaking wet pussy and burning body spoke for her. Hoseok’s cock slid against her glistening entrance in a lazy motion. Naya pushed her hips against him to take him in. With an amused chuckle, her husband responded to her plea by thrusting inside her. A sound of satisfaction escaped her lips as she felt herself filled by him.
Naya had no intention of denying it—she had missed her husband’s cock.
Feeling so completely filled by him was wildly pleasurable. Fortunately, Hoseok had prepared her body to receive his almost excessive thickness and length. Although she was well lubricated, she could feel the slight tugs of discomfort caused by her husband’s size. Hoseok remained motionless inside her for several long seconds.
“It feels so good to be with you again, Naya,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.
Hoseok’s member slowly withdrew from her. The friction of the South Korean’s penis against her walls sent her gently soaring with pleasure. Her slightly parted lips let out small, meaningful sounds. Her face, completely contorted with pleasure, was flushed.
Naya was already craving him even as he was just pulling out. She moaned with bliss as she felt him return inside her. His nonchalant movement made her feverish yet languid. Hoseok was teasing her—again! The slow pace he was setting was meant to make her crave him, to make her need him.
“Tell me you need me, babe,” he demanded as he slowly entered her.
“I can’t,” she moaned loudly.
“Then just take it,” he whispered simply. His movements suddenly became lascivious, sensual inside her. He took her languidly, filling her craving sex. Naya felt like an infinitely desirable woman as her husband’s member caressed her. The chaotic waves surging through her entire torso were proof that she was wildly enjoying this romantic treatment.
The sensuality of his thrusts, his moans of pleasure, and his hands roaming all over her body plunged her into a pool of bliss. Her hips moved in rhythm, eager to take him in again and again. She loved taking him inside her like that—being the one he filled, the one who took him. Hoseok was certainly the only lover she’d ever had, but she’d never wanted anyone else. But what was she saying? Her pleasure was driving her wild.
“Can you feel how much your pussy has missed me, my love?” he asked in a wicked tone.
The young woman’s pussy immediately clenched even more violently, sending her into the depths of a pleasure more raw than any she’d felt before. Her body couldn’t handle it all. Hoseok was incredibly sexy! His raw words had triggered an explosion that left her gasping and limp on the floor. Her body, trembling and glistening in every direction, was lost amid an overwhelming flood of sensations.
Naya, completely overwhelmed with pleasure, felt her walls contract, then stretch as he grew harder. Was this some kind of joke? How could he not come too, when she was gripping him like that? Her lover’s hands gripped her ribs firmly and pressed down on them, causing the young woman to arch her back even further.
Naya felt her husband’s penis pounding into her even harder. He was thrusting forcefully deeper and deeper inside her. She felt him probing deeper as the pace kept increasing. Did that mean he hadn’t been using his full length from the start? Oh no! She was doomed!
Hoseok’s rougher movements sent shivers through her body, which was still reeling from her previous orgasm. Her lover’s hips met hers faster, more rhythmically, and deeper. Naya surrendered completely to his assault. While his cock devoured her with hunger, her body silently cried out for respite.
Her face, drowned in pleasure, must surely have been unrecognizable. Her parted lips released a warm breath, and her misty eyes were almost crying with pleasure. When she turned her head toward the mirror, she met the gaze of her lover, who was watching her intently. He took in her expression of pure lust as she gazed at his face, clouded with desire. He groaned as he looked at her, then quickened his pace even more.
“I really love watching you while I fuck you, Naya,” he said, licking his lips greedily. “Look at yourself,” he commanded. “You’re gorgeous.” Naya felt her pleasure surge as she watched herself. She squirmed beneath Hoseok’s thrusts, her elbows propping up her upper body, her expression purely obscene. Her lover slapped her buttock with one hand.
“Look at me, Naya,” he asked again. “I want you to watch me take you. That’s the least you can do for me, isn’t it?”
“Why… why?” she asked with difficulty, looking up at him again. - "Because you've condemned me to eternal desire," he said in a deep, hoarse voice.
Naya could see the brutality of that truth in his fiery gaze. That was all it took for her to plunge once more into the oceans of pleasure she now knew all too well. Her completely ragged breathing was the only sign of life she could muster besides her little gasps of pleasure. Her body was completely exhausted. Naya felt her big, frizzy bun being grabbed by a hand as she was still floating, while an arm pulled her upright by the waist. She found herself sitting fully on an even bigger member. Her body stirred instinctively. It wasn’t over yet! Hoseok planted fiery kisses on her neck and shoulder as he cupped her breast.
She arched her back toward that hand, which was finally paying some attention to her craving nipples.Her vagina took her lover’s member even deeper with each movement. Could he have planned all of this? Now that his fingers were teasing her nipples, her desire was surging back. Hoseok gripped them tightly between his thumbs and middle fingers to tease the nipple with his index finger. It was painful and arousing.
Naya’s head fell onto his shoulder, exposing her neck, which he kissed before moving on to her earlobe. He was tormenting her in every way to awaken her pleasure, and it was working. Her pussy, filled with Hoseok, wanted to feel him fucking her again. Her hips arched as her hands braced against her lover’s muscular legs before dropping back down almost immediately. She didn’t want to beat around the bush. She wanted to be pounded mercilessly. The South Korean groaned as she added a rapid thrust to their embrace. Naya was frantically moving up and down on her husband’s member, then the way he was touching her breasts grew rougher.
He was pinching and scratching her nipples. Was she getting hungry for sex now? It felt so good! Her hips ground against Hoseok’s in erratic movements. She no longer knew what she was doing or how to stop. Naya just wanted that orgasm building up throughout her entire belly. Nothing else mattered but the thick cloud growing inside her. Hoseok pushed her with his hips, forcing her onto all fours. He wanted to regain control.
Naya had to put all her energy into her arms and legs to maintain her position. In that position, Hoseok began pounding her with sharp, focused thrusts back and forth. Her body moved to the rhythm of her lover’s thrusts; he seemed to be in control of the situation. Why wasn’t he going as crazy as she was? Naya screamed again, shaken by yet another orgasm. Her exhausted body was brimming with pleasure. The succession of such intense pleasure was searing through her brain. Hoseok’s movements didn’t stop, though. On the contrary, his grip on her waist tightened.
“Yes, more!” she screamed as she tried with all her might to break free from his grip.
She had no idea what she was doing anymore. Her body struggled in vain to escape the South Korean’s repeated thrusts, while her mouth begged him to keep going. Hoseok let out a deep laugh as he continued his thrusts. He was fucking her mercilessly, even though he could see she was at her limit.
“Faster, Hoseok!” she screamed again as she tried to push him away from her. “No!”
She lost all sense of reality when Hoseok granted her request. He was moving so fast that she could hear the wet squelching sound of their genitals slapping together and the sound of their sweaty skin rubbing against each other. Her body was exhausted and raw from everything it had endured; her vision was blurry, and her limbs felt both limp and stiff at the same time. Yet her heart seemed to see clearly for the first time in a long while. Her heart silently cried out the name of this very special man. A man who loved her body with every fiber of his being in a way she never had, a man who embraced all her imperfections with his hands, his eyes, and his lips, a man who desired her more intensely today than ever before, a man who cared for her so deeply it drove her wild: Jung Hoseok. How could she do without that now that she’d tasted the joy of being loved—even as the very thing she’d always rejected? How could she live without this man whom she loved as much as he loved her? If anyone had an answer, they should keep it to themselves, because that was no longer part of Naya’s plans.
“I need you, Hoseok,” she finally admitted, tears welling up in her eyes. He suddenly stopped moving and remained motionless for a moment. The young woman’s arms went limp, allowing her chest to fall against the carpet, completely drenched in their passion. Her hips followed as her lover withdrew from her, still in silence. What was happening now?
She found herself rolling onto her back, helped by her husband’s hands. Their eyes met, and Naya held her breath. The way he looked into her eyes was filled with love—the love that belonged only to them. Hoseok leaned down over her to bring their faces closer.
He tenderly caressed her cheek, studying every feature with that same love. His gaze made her feel unconditionally fulfilled. She would have a lot of work to do to accept herself as she was, but that loving gaze would be her driving force to see it through to the end. - "I need you, too," he whispered before kissing her tenderly.
She felt him position himself at her entrance and spread her legs to make it easier for him. Hoseok slid lovingly inside her as he guided her legs over his hips. His gentle, passionate touch moved her to tears. The young woman kissed him with the fervor of her love, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their loving embrace filled her with joy.- "I need you, too," he whispered before kissing her tenderly.
She felt him position himself at her entrance and spread her legs to make it easier for him. Hoseok slid lovingly inside her as he guided her legs over his hips. His gentle, passionate touch moved her to tears. The young woman kissed him with the fervor of her love, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their loving embrace filled her with joy. Hoseok slipped his arms under her back to pull her closer to him. Pressed tightly together, filled with pure emotion, they reached orgasm together.
𓊆박성훈 x fem reader𓊇 💌 abuse of power, medical kink, doctor/patient, perverted doctor behaviour, so unethical, fingering, oral, pussy licking, jerking off, tits playing, cum on tits, non proofread!
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you and your gynecologist have a questionable relationship. sure, any normal person would go for a female gynecologist, but you kept coming to… this doctor anyway. and he never once suggested you switch.
the tension in the room is thicker than usual today.
“anything bothering you today?” sunghoon asks, his voice low and smooth. he’s seated on a round stool between your legs, gloved hands resting so close to your thigh.
you swallow, cheeks warm. “um—,” you say softly, voice a little shaky. “i actually came today because… something feels weird with my breasts.”
he pauses. his eyes slowly travel up your body until they meet yours. “weird how?” he asks. he doesn’t pull his hand away, but instead sits back with his hand still resting just beside your thigh.
“they’ve been… tender lately. and i felt a small lump? or maybe i’m just imagining it. i don’t know—i’m sorry, i’m not sure.” you reply, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
your doctor stays quiet for a second, then slowly pulls his hand away. the latex gloves make a soft snap as he adjusts them tighter around his long, slender fingers. “don’t be sorry, yn—this is what i do,” he hums, getting up. “we should do a check up then. take your top and bra off for me.”
you do as he says, heart racing. you hook your fingers beneath your top before sliding it up past your head—then unbuckles your bra. naturally, your hands come to cover up to cover your bare breasts as soon as the fabric falls away.
he watches you try to hide from his for a moment, the corner of his lips twitching.
“hands off, yn,” he chuckles softly—it almost sounds like a scoff. “how am i supposed to see if you’re fine if you keep covering them?”
his voice is almost teasing, with that hint of amusement. he reaches forward and gently but firmly pulls your wrists down, pinning them to your sides for a second longer before letting go.
“there we go. good girl.”
now fully exposed, the cool air of the room hits your skin. sunghoon’s raise his eyebrows momentarily as his eyes rake over your chest openly, no longer pretending this was clinical. when he moves his hands, the latex crinkle softly.
sunghoon cups your breasts fully, weighing them in his palms before fully squeezing. “mmm… look at you,” he murmurs, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. he starts kneading them firmly, gloved thumbs dragging over your nipples in repetitive strokes.
the latex slides against your buds, making them harden instantly. he pinches both nipples at the same time, rolling them between his fingers while watching your face closely. your lips part in pleasure, soft moans escaping your lips.
“hah…”
sunghoon hums. “these feel heavier than last time,” he says, pretending to be professional, but his tone is everything but. he squeezes harder, pushing your tits together, then lets them bounce back in his hands. the latex crinkles.
“you’ve been playin’ with them, haven’t you?” he asks, glancing up at you before his eyes fall back on your pretty nipples. “playing with these beauties will make ‘em bigger, you know?” he teases. not like sunghoon has complaints—your tits are the nicest, prettiest he’s ever seen.
you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. his fingers feel crazy on your tits. they’re slender, long, and the thin rubber gloves only make every touch feel so intricate and obscene.
“that’s not so good, yn. i told you you shouldn’t touch ‘em without telling me.”
“how do you play with them? like this?” his gloved thumbs start pressing and circling your nipples again, flicking the sensitive buds repeatedly. he works your tits harder, kneading and massaging them with greed now.
“or do you squeeze them like this?” sunghoon demonstrates—rolling both nipples between his latexed fingers, pinching and tugging them repeatedly, stretching your tits. he then pushes your breasts roughly by your nipples.
his breathing is noticeably heavier as his eyes fixed on your tits, watching as they move in his bigger hands. the bulge in his slacks is even more obvious, straining hard against his slacks.
“ugh, fuck,” he mutters, jaw clenched tight as his cock throbs visibly beneath the fabric.
you can’t help it either—your thighs rub instinctively, trying to ease the aching heat and twitch between your legs. sunghoon notices immediately—then back up to your flushed face with a knowing smirk.
“can’t even keep still anymore, huh?”
without another word, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties—tugging them all the way down your legs and off your ankles, dropping them onto the floor.
now you’re completely bare from the waist down, legs still spread open on the patient bed, pussy fully exposed under the exam light. his gaze drops straight between your thighs. “fuck, yn…” he groans, his cock now painfully aching. “you’re dripping all over my paper sheet.”
sunghoon stares at your glistening cunt for a long moment, his throat bobs.
“i need to examine you more thoroughly,” he says, voice husky but still somewhat professional. “these juices… and your tissue look quite swollen. i should check for sensitivity and any irritation, hm?”
he rolls his stool closer, then leans in between your spread thighs. his large hands grip the back of your knees, pushing your legs wider apart.
you bite your bottom lip, sucking the inside of your cheek. you’re twitching and spasming around nothing.
“this is a standard procedure only for you,” sunghoon murmurs, hot breath ghosting over your wet folds. “i need to assess taste, texture, natural response… then i gotta fuck you good.”
before you can even process his weak excuse, sunghoon leans forward and drags his warm, wet tongue up your slit. a deep, satisfied groan vibrates through your core.
“fuck… so sweet,” he mutters, almost to himself. then louder against your pussy. “seems normal… but i need to go deeper.”
his tongue flattens and laps at you again, slower—like he’s fully indulging the taste, savouring every drop. he circles your sensitive clit teasingly with the tip of his tongue, flicking, before closing his lips around it and sucking, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet exam room.
“oh gosh, d—doctor park…” you moan softly, tipping your head back.
one of his bare hands slides up to your tits again, groping and squeezing while his mouth works between your legs. he pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your wet juices.
“does this area feel more sensitive than usual?” he asks, voice rough before diving back in. his tongue pushes inside you, fucking you with it while his nose nudges your clit. “mm—hngh,”
sunghoon eats you out like a starving man—messy, greedy, and hungry—but keeps murmuring fake clinical observations and excuses between licks and sucks.
“nice… it’s so wet. your pussy walls are contracting so strongly.”
lick.
“ugh—and this little clit is so responsive…”
suck.
his other hand grips your thigh hard, holding you open as he buries his face deeper, tongue thrusting in and out before focusing on your clit again with fast strokes. your hands grip around his pretty hair, holding him ground against your puffy cunt.
sunghoon glances up at you between your legs, eyes dark with list, lips glistening.
“yn, be honest with me,” he rasps, voice muffled against your soaked pussy. “has it been this wet every time you think about me?”
his tongue flicks your sensitive bud, the tip dragging between the small folds.
you whimper, hips twitching, and breathe out a shaky—
“mmhm,”
the second the word leaves your mouth, something in him snaps.
“fuck yeah…” he groans deeply, almost relieved. his cock twitches. “good girl—finally admitting it.”
he presses one last messy, open–mouthed kiss to your entrance before pulling back. he rises from the stool, towering over you as he stands between your spread legs. his chest is rising and falling—his hair sticks on his forehead, his lips shiny.
“you have no idea how long i’ve been holding back,” he mutters. “every time you come here, lookin’ so pretty for a patient… drives me fucking insane.”
his hands move quickly to his belt. the sound of the buckle opening and his zipper going down fills the room. he pushes his slacks and boxers down to free his cock—hard, throbbing, flushed, leaking at the tip.
right in front of you, sunghoon wraps his long fingers around his cock and starts stroking himself. his eyes locked on your naked body—your tits flushed from all the gripping and groping, your soaked pussy glistening under the light…
“fuck—look at you,” he breathes out, tightening his grip as he pumps his cock. “so wet—c’mon, touch yourself for me, pretty.”
your hand instantly slides down your tummy. the moment your fingers reach your puffy pussy and start rubbing your swollen clit, sunghoon lets out a groan. he stands tall (both), white coat still on but open. his strokes are deliberate before he picks up the pace.
“that’s it… just like that,” he rasps, jerking himself a little faster. “rub that pretty clit while i watch. fuck, you’re even wetter than i imagined.”
his eyes flick between your pretty flushed face, your tits, and your fingers playing with your wet folds. he squeezes his cock faster, thumb brushing and pressing over the leaking tip, spreading the precum.
“you have no idea how many times i’ve jerked off after you left this room,” he confesses.
sunghoon steps slightly closer, still stroking himself. his free hand reaches down and gropes your tit again, squeezing it roughly before he caresses your cheek.
“put two fingers inside,” he orders, breathing heavier as he nudges his chin up. “i wanna see how desperate that pussy is for me.”
his hand moves faster on his cock, the wet schlick sound mixes with obscene noises coming from your fingers. he looks completely wrecked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, groaning every time his cock twitches.
gosh, that white coat really gives him permission to be this perverted.
“yn…” he groans, eyes half–lidded. “keep going… show how you fuck yourself when you think about me…”
he’s breathing hard, clearly getting closer, but he’s holding back.
you begin fingering yourself—pumping two fingers back and forth, spreading your tight cunt apart. you rub your clit with your other hand—lips never stopping from moaning out his name prettily. sunghoon’s hand moves quicker on his cock, stroking himself hard.
“fuck, that’s it… such a good girl,” he rasps. “i’m close—shit—”
his breathing turns ragged. he steps even closer, aiming his cock at your tits while still caressing your cheek lovingly. his thumb comes to press against your bottom lip, spreading your lips as you suck around his thumb.
with a deep, guttural groan, sunghoon cums—hard.
thick, warm ropes of cum shoot across your tits, painting your flushed skin and hard nipples in messy streaks. he keeps stroking himself through it, milking every last drop onto your chest—his cum hanging from your sensitive nipples.
“ah… shit,” he breathes heavily as he watches the sight with satisfaction. “my gosh—look at that.”
before you can catch your breath, sunghoon leans down, grabs the back of your neck, and pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss. his tongue slides into your mouth instantly, claiming you as his bare cock rests against your cum–covered tits. the kiss is messy and desperate—all tongue and teeth—like he’s been dying.
he pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.
“you’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs against your lips, voice still rough. he kisses you once more, softer this time, before slowly straightening up.
“i’ll pick you up this weekend for a personal check up,” he says, running his fingers through his sweaty hair. sunghoon’s lips twitch into a charming, doctor smile. “we need to monitor these symptoms very carefully.”
he leans in one last time, pressing a kiss on your cheek.
𓊆박성훈 x fem reader𓊇 💌 titplay, nipple play, making out, groping, dirty talk, teasing, it's implied sunghoon has bigger chest than reader...
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sunghoon is the most annoying person you know.
he’s your classmate that sits behind you in lectures, always poking your back with the back of his pen just to annoy you, stealing your notes “by accident”, setting you up by saying out loud that you have a question for the professor, and the one thing he does that pisses you off the most—him grinning like an idiot when you glared at him.
and now you were paired together for this assignment.
“took you long enough,” he drawled, eyes flickering up to you. “i was starting to think you bailed.”
“some of us actually care about grades,” you muttered, sitting down on the edge of his bed, keeping a safe distance. you pulled out your notes and laptop. “let’s just get this over with. we need to cover the case study and then outline the slides.”
sunghoon hummed, rolling onto his side so he was facing you. too close. his shoulder brushed yours as he leaned in to look at your screen.
“right, right. i already did the research part,” he said, extending his arm to pull a shared doc. surprisingly, he actually had decent points listed out—clear bullet points on psychological factors and examples.
with citations.
for once, he wasn’t completely useless.
you raised an eyebrow. “wow. didn’t expect you to actually contribute.”
he scoffed, shrugging. “i’m smart, you know? you’re just always too busy being annoyed at me to notice.”
you rolled your eyes and began putting his points into sentences. for a while, it was almost normal—sunghoon working out on the slides outline on his laptop, and you, focused on yours.
the two of you actually made decent progress. it was quiet and the next fifteen minutes went by with you two trading ideas, and making amendments on the reports. every now and then he’d throw in a sarcastic comment, followed by you telling him to shut up—but it stayed mostly on track.
until it didn’t.
sunghoon suddenly stopped typing. he leaned back against the headboard, stretching his arms above his head so his black t-shirt rode up a little, exposing a sliver of toned stomach. then he looked at you, head tilted like he was genuinely curious.
“hey,” he said carefully. “do you like guys that go to the gym?”
you paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard. you turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised. that was random.
“uh…?” you blinked. “sure? i don’t mind.”
he hummed, nodding slowly like your answer was so, very interesting. a small smirk started pulling at his lips.
“yeah? that’s good,” he murmured, eyes dragging over you for a second. “i go pretty often, y’know? chest days are my favourite.”
you narrowed your eyes, puzzled and confused. “okay… and why are you telling me this?”
sunghoon shrugged, all fake innocent, but his voice dropped lower—teasing. “just saying. gym gyms usually have nice chests. broad. solid.” he casually brought a hand up and ran it along his chest, stopping right over his left pec.
“mine are pretty big, actually.”
he paused, then looked straight at you with that little smile.
“...bigger than yours, i bet.”
the words hung in the air, so blunt and ridiculous that your mouth fell open.
“excuse me?” you chuckled dryly, brows pinched.
sunghoon just leaned back against the headboard, looking way too pleased. that smug smirk was fully out now, eyes half–lidded as he watched your reaction.
“you heard me,” he said. he even had the audacity to glance down at your chest again, slow and obvious, before meeting your eyes. “i mean… look at me. then look at you—it’s pretty obvious.”
your face burned with embarrassment and annoyance. “what the hell do you even know about me?” you shot back, turning fully toward him on the bed. “you’re just talking shit like always, sunghoon.”
he raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by how fast you took the bait.
“oh yeah?” he tilted his head, still smirking. “then prove me wrong. are you mad at me because you don’t go to the gym, or you mad cause you know i’m right?”
sunghoon casually pressed a hand to his own chest again—and even just that, the fabric stretched over the firm muscle underneath.
“see? nice and full. yours look…” his eyes fell on your chest, looking so bored as ever. “...cute and all, but c’mon. it’s all about how big it is. women are hot when their breasts are big.”
your mouth fell.
“what?!” you snapped, heat rushing up to your neck. “my chest is not small, you asshole.”
his smirk only grew—you’re so cute when you’re worked up.
“oh?” his voice dripping with fake innocence like honey. “then why are you getting so defensive? if it’s not small, you should have no problem proving it.”
you glared at him, jaw tight. “you’re insane if you think i’m—”
“prove it then,” he cut in, leaning closer. his eyes locked on yours, dark and challenging. “take your hoodie off. right now. let’s compare—see who has a bigger chest. you, or me.”
your heart slammed in your chest. your cheeks were red now. “no way. we’re supposed to be doing the assignment—”
“coward,” he said softly, almost sweetly, but the word hit exactly where he wanted. “if they’re really isn’t small, then show me.”
“unless you’re scared i’m right, then.”
sunghoon shrugged like it was no big deal, before focusing back on his laptop, typing lazily as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you.
you frowned, suddenly feeling super protective over your body. you know for a fact yours is a decent size—and there was never a need to be conscious, or aware of it. but this guy… this fucking guy is always getting on your nerves…
“i’m not scared,” you hissed, cheeks burning.
“then take it off,” he said, not even looking at you. “if not i’ll just accept the fact that i have a bigger chest than you… and that yours is kinda tiny.”
that was it.
the ragebait hit perfectly.
“fine,” you snapped before you could think twice.
you grabbed the hem of your hoodie and yanked it up and over your head in one frustrated motion, tossing it somewhere down on the floor. underneath, you were wearing a simple white bra. the cool air of his room hit your skin and you felt exposed—but you sat up straighter, glaring.
“there. happy now? clearly not tiny.”
sunghoon finally looked up from his laptop.
his eyes widened just a fraction before the slowly dragged down, lingering openly on your chest. for a second, he didn’t say anything. just stared. then that evil little smirk came back, even sharper than before.
he let out a low chuckle.
“hm. that’s not fair though?” he said, tilting his head. “that could be a push up bra. no way i can tell properly like this."
your jaw dropped. “are you serious right now—”
before you could finish, you pointed at him. “you know what? take yours off too then. if we’re comparing, it has to be fair. or are you the one who’s scared?”
sunghoon raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by how far you were willing to go just because he poked you.
he set his laptop aside, then grabbed the back of black shirt with one hand. in one motion he pulled it off, revealing his bare torso—sharp collarbones, defined pecs, and the faint lines of abs.
shit.
he leaned back on his hands, chest pushed out slightly, looking way too confident.
“see?” he said smugly, voice lower now. “nice and solid, huh?” his eyes dropped back to your bra–covered chest. “now… yours still looks smaller. but maybe if you take the bra off, i can give you a fair judgement.”
he bit his lip to hold back a grin.
you scoffed, amused and clearly irritated. your tongue pressed against your cheek as you stared at him. the annoyance boiling ever. this idiot really thought he could win over this stupid game?
“alright,” you muttered.
not overthinking it, you reached behind your back and unhooked your bra. you slid the straps down your shoulders and pulled it off in a quick motion. out of pure spits, you balled it up and tossed it straight at his face.
sunghoon caught it with his hand, laughing under his breath as he let it drop onto his lap. his eyes immediately locked onto your bare chest, and this time the smirk faltered for a second. his gaze darkened, dragging over your exposed skin.
“fuck…” he breathed, leaning forward a little. “okay… i’ll admit they’re not tiny. but…” he tilted his head, eyes flicking between your chest and his own. “mine’s natural, though. are yours?”
your eyes widened.
“are you actually accusing me of getting work done right now?” you snapped, half–shocked, half–laughing in disbelief.
sunghoon shrugged, still staring shamelessly at your tits, biting his bottom lip.
“i’m just saying. it’s a compliment, you know? they look really good it gets me wondering if you do get some work done,” his voice dropped lower. “i need to make sure. c’mere, yn. let me feel them—just for comparison.”
he patted the bed right between his spread legs, eyes gleaming.
your eyes narrowed, not moving.
sunghoon chuckled softly, patting it once again. “you already took off the bra anyway. what’s the point of stopping now?” he gave his chest a light slap, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “look—men can get implants too, you know? feel mine, they’re natural…c’mon.”
you glared at him, face burning, but the ragebait had already done its job. the stubborn, competitive part of you refused to let him win.
“you’re an asshole, by the way.”
eh—nothing sunghoon ever knew.
you shifted forward on your knees, crawling towards his spread legs. you sat on your heels right in front of him, you bare chest now inches away from his. the closeness made your heart hammer.
ugh—you hated to admit that sunghoon had a… really nice chest… they’re so defined, and firm, broad, the muscles flexing every time he breathed. his skin looked smooth and warm. it’s so annoying how good he looked.
sunghoon noticed your stare immediately.
his smirk deepened, looking far too pleased. “what’s that face for?” he murmured, voice low. “admiring me now?”
“shut up,” you muttered, but there was no real bite left in it.
his hands came up slowly before they cupped your tits—warm, slightly calloused palms pressing against soft skin. he gave them a gentle, testing squeeze, thumbs brushing over your nipples as he weighted them in his hands.
“mm…” he hummed, pretending to be all serious and focused, but his breathing had gotten heavier. “soft… nice shape…”
goddamn his dream had finally come true.
you were always covering these beauties up—not once had he even seen your cleavage. and now here you were—topless, sitting between his legs, letting him touch.
sunghoon couldn’t hide how much he was affected. his hands moved slower, more deliberately, cupping and lifting your breasts like he was memorising every detail.
“fuck, yn…” he murmured. “the’re actually pretty nice, huh?” he muttered, glancing up at your face. he supposed pretty girls just meant everything about them is pretty.
he took one of your hands and pressed it flat against his firm chest, right over his left pec.
“feel that? all natural, baby. go on, compare properly.”
his hand kneaded your tit, no longer pretending it was just comparison. his thumb kept teasing your nipple, eyes watching your face for every little reaction.
“ngh—” you gasped softly, the sound spilling out before you could stop it.
your cheeks burned even hotter. but you didn’t pull away. instead, your hands moved on their own, sliding over his firm chest. you pressed your palms harder against his pecs, feeling the solid muscle underneath then squeezed them just like how he was doing to you.
they were so tight and warm, the skin smooth under your fingers.
sunghoon let out a low, breathy chuckle that sounded close to a groan.
“mm, fuck… you’re really feeling me up now, huh?” he teased, voice huskier. he gave your tit another firm squeeze, the flesh spilling between his fingers. then he leaned in, lips brushing against your jaw as he whispered.
“keep squeezing baby, i’ve always liked it when you’re all mean and rough with me.”
you moaned softly at that, your heel pressing right up at your clothed cunt. “you’re so annoying…” you murmured, digging your fingers into his chest in response, thumbs brushing over his own nipples just to retaliate. sunghoon’s breath hitched, his free hand sliding to your waist and pulling you closer until you bare chests were fully pressed together—soft against hard, warm skin on warm skin.
“shit, baby…” he groaned, forehead resting against yours. “your tits feel so fucking good in my hands. so soft… so sensitive.”
he pinched your nipple, watching your face intently for that little gasp.
but you’d had enough of him constantly controlling over you.
you pushed his hands away from your chest with a glare. sunghoon’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but before he could say anything, you cupped your own tits, lifting them slightly.
then you leaned in and slowly brushed your hardened nipples against his.
back and forth. teasing. deliberate.
the sensation made both of you shiver. your sensitive peaks dragged across his firm, solid chest, catching his own nipples in passings. sunghoon’s mouth fell open, a low, surprised groan slipping out as he stared down between you.
“fuuuuck—what are you doing?”
you kept going, rolling your nipples against his in filthy circles. the frictions sent little sparks down your spine, and you could feel how hard he was getting beneath you.
“you wanted to compare so badly, right?” you breathed, voice shaky but laced with defiance. “how’s this for comparison, huh?”
sunghoon’s hands landed on your hips, gripping tight as he let out a shaky laugh.
“shit… you’re actually trying to kill me,” he muttered, eyes glued to the way your tits looked pressed and rubbing against his. “they feel even better like this. so fucking pretty… keep doin’ that, baby.”
he tilted his head down and bit his lip hard, clearly losing the smug upper hand but still trying.
the feeling was fucking crazy that his grip tightened, his breathing getting heavier as he watched the filthy little show you were putting on.
“using your cute little tits on me like that… you’re really into this, huh?”
you didn’t answer with words. instead, you leaned in closer and dragged one of your nipples right over his—pressing a little harder until your soft tits were fully squished against his firm chest. he hissed softly, chest rising sharply under you.
you were so close now—faces inches apart, breaths mixing. his eyes dropped to your lips.
sunghoon didn’t even warn you.
one hand slid up your back, fingers threading into your hair, and he pulled you in, crashing his lips against yours.
the kiss was messy and greedy from the start. he groaned into your mouth the second your lips met, tilting his head to deepen it instantly. his tongue pushed past your lips, tasting you. at the same time, his other hand moved to squeeze out tit.
“been wanting to do this for so long…”
he kissed you harder, almost desperate, sucking on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue back in. the heat between your bodies was insane—bare chests pressed together, hearts hammering, his hard cock straining against your tummy through his sweats.
that’s another one of his dreams about you came true.
when he finally pulled back for air, his lips were wet and slightly swollen. he rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as he gave your pretty tit another firm squeeze.
“...think i win this time, but…” he whispered breathlessly, that annoying little smirk trying to come back even now.
he dragged one hand down your body, sliding it between your legs. he pressed his palm against your clothed cunt, feeling the heat there, rubbing.
𓊆박성훈 x fem reader𓊇 💌 titplay, nipple play, making out, groping, dirty talk, teasing, it's implied sunghoon has bigger chest than reader...
𓆩♡𓆪 omg you guys looooveeee breastplay haaaahhh... thank you for the ask!! hopefully it's what you want mwa ^3^
sunghoon is the most annoying person you know.
he’s your classmate that sits behind you in lectures, always poking your back with the back of his pen just to annoy you, stealing your notes “by accident”, setting you up by saying out loud that you have a question for the professor, and the one thing he does that pisses you off the most—him grinning like an idiot when you glared at him.
and now you were paired together for this assignment.
“took you long enough,” he drawled, eyes flickering up to you. “i was starting to think you bailed.”
“some of us actually care about grades,” you muttered, sitting down on the edge of his bed, keeping a safe distance. you pulled out your notes and laptop. “let’s just get this over with. we need to cover the case study and then outline the slides.”
sunghoon hummed, rolling onto his side so he was facing you. too close. his shoulder brushed yours as he leaned in to look at your screen.
“right, right. i already did the research part,” he said, extending his arm to pull a shared doc. surprisingly, he actually had decent points listed out—clear bullet points on psychological factors and examples.
with citations.
for once, he wasn’t completely useless.
you raised an eyebrow. “wow. didn’t expect you to actually contribute.”
he scoffed, shrugging. “i’m smart, you know? you’re just always too busy being annoyed at me to notice.”
you rolled your eyes and began putting his points into sentences. for a while, it was almost normal—sunghoon working out on the slides outline on his laptop, and you, focused on yours.
the two of you actually made decent progress. it was quiet and the next fifteen minutes went by with you two trading ideas, and making amendments on the reports. every now and then he’d throw in a sarcastic comment, followed by you telling him to shut up—but it stayed mostly on track.
until it didn’t.
sunghoon suddenly stopped typing. he leaned back against the headboard, stretching his arms above his head so his black t-shirt rode up a little, exposing a sliver of toned stomach. then he looked at you, head tilted like he was genuinely curious.
“hey,” he said carefully. “do you like guys that go to the gym?”
you paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard. you turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised. that was random.
“uh…?” you blinked. “sure? i don’t mind.”
he hummed, nodding slowly like your answer was so, very interesting. a small smirk started pulling at his lips.
“yeah? that’s good,” he murmured, eyes dragging over you for a second. “i go pretty often, y’know? chest days are my favourite.”
you narrowed your eyes, puzzled and confused. “okay… and why are you telling me this?”
sunghoon shrugged, all fake innocent, but his voice dropped lower—teasing. “just saying. gym gyms usually have nice chests. broad. solid.” he casually brought a hand up and ran it along his chest, stopping right over his left pec.
“mine are pretty big, actually.”
he paused, then looked straight at you with that little smile.
“...bigger than yours, i bet.”
the words hung in the air, so blunt and ridiculous that your mouth fell open.
“excuse me?” you chuckled dryly, brows pinched.
sunghoon just leaned back against the headboard, looking way too pleased. that smug smirk was fully out now, eyes half–lidded as he watched your reaction.
“you heard me,” he said. he even had the audacity to glance down at your chest again, slow and obvious, before meeting your eyes. “i mean… look at me. then look at you—it’s pretty obvious.”
your face burned with embarrassment and annoyance. “what the hell do you even know about me?” you shot back, turning fully toward him on the bed. “you’re just talking shit like always, sunghoon.”
he raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by how fast you took the bait.
“oh yeah?” he tilted his head, still smirking. “then prove me wrong. are you mad at me because you don’t go to the gym, or you mad cause you know i’m right?”
sunghoon casually pressed a hand to his own chest again—and even just that, the fabric stretched over the firm muscle underneath.
“see? nice and full. yours look…” his eyes fell on your chest, looking so bored as ever. “...cute and all, but c’mon. it’s all about how big it is. women are hot when their breasts are big.”
your mouth fell.
“what?!” you snapped, heat rushing up to your neck. “my chest is not small, you asshole.”
his smirk only grew—you’re so cute when you’re worked up.
“oh?” his voice dripping with fake innocence like honey. “then why are you getting so defensive? if it’s not small, you should have no problem proving it.”
you glared at him, jaw tight. “you’re insane if you think i’m—”
“prove it then,” he cut in, leaning closer. his eyes locked on yours, dark and challenging. “take your hoodie off. right now. let’s compare—see who has a bigger chest. you, or me.”
your heart slammed in your chest. your cheeks were red now. “no way. we’re supposed to be doing the assignment—”
“coward,” he said softly, almost sweetly, but the word hit exactly where he wanted. “if they’re really isn’t small, then show me.”
“unless you’re scared i’m right, then.”
sunghoon shrugged like it was no big deal, before focusing back on his laptop, typing lazily as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you.
you frowned, suddenly feeling super protective over your body. you know for a fact yours is a decent size—and there was never a need to be conscious, or aware of it. but this guy… this fucking guy is always getting on your nerves…
“i’m not scared,” you hissed, cheeks burning.
“then take it off,” he said, not even looking at you. “if not i’ll just accept the fact that i have a bigger chest than you… and that yours is kinda tiny.”
that was it.
the ragebait hit perfectly.
“fine,” you snapped before you could think twice.
you grabbed the hem of your hoodie and yanked it up and over your head in one frustrated motion, tossing it somewhere down on the floor. underneath, you were wearing a simple white bra. the cool air of his room hit your skin and you felt exposed—but you sat up straighter, glaring.
“there. happy now? clearly not tiny.”
sunghoon finally looked up from his laptop.
his eyes widened just a fraction before the slowly dragged down, lingering openly on your chest. for a second, he didn’t say anything. just stared. then that evil little smirk came back, even sharper than before.
he let out a low chuckle.
“hm. that’s not fair though?” he said, tilting his head. “that could be a push up bra. no way i can tell properly like this."
your jaw dropped. “are you serious right now—”
before you could finish, you pointed at him. “you know what? take yours off too then. if we’re comparing, it has to be fair. or are you the one who’s scared?”
sunghoon raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by how far you were willing to go just because he poked you.
he set his laptop aside, then grabbed the back of black shirt with one hand. in one motion he pulled it off, revealing his bare torso—sharp collarbones, defined pecs, and the faint lines of abs.
shit.
he leaned back on his hands, chest pushed out slightly, looking way too confident.
“see?” he said smugly, voice lower now. “nice and solid, huh?” his eyes dropped back to your bra–covered chest. “now… yours still looks smaller. but maybe if you take the bra off, i can give you a fair judgement.”
he bit his lip to hold back a grin.
you scoffed, amused and clearly irritated. your tongue pressed against your cheek as you stared at him. the annoyance boiling ever. this idiot really thought he could win over this stupid game?
“alright,” you muttered.
not overthinking it, you reached behind your back and unhooked your bra. you slid the straps down your shoulders and pulled it off in a quick motion. out of pure spits, you balled it up and tossed it straight at his face.
sunghoon caught it with his hand, laughing under his breath as he let it drop onto his lap. his eyes immediately locked onto your bare chest, and this time the smirk faltered for a second. his gaze darkened, dragging over your exposed skin.
“fuck…” he breathed, leaning forward a little. “okay… i’ll admit they’re not tiny. but…” he tilted his head, eyes flicking between your chest and his own. “mine’s natural, though. are yours?”
your eyes widened.
“are you actually accusing me of getting work done right now?” you snapped, half–shocked, half–laughing in disbelief.
sunghoon shrugged, still staring shamelessly at your tits, biting his bottom lip.
“i’m just saying. it’s a compliment, you know? they look really good it gets me wondering if you do get some work done,” his voice dropped lower. “i need to make sure. c’mere, yn. let me feel them—just for comparison.”
he patted the bed right between his spread legs, eyes gleaming.
your eyes narrowed, not moving.
sunghoon chuckled softly, patting it once again. “you already took off the bra anyway. what’s the point of stopping now?” he gave his chest a light slap, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “look—men can get implants too, you know? feel mine, they’re natural…c’mon.”
you glared at him, face burning, but the ragebait had already done its job. the stubborn, competitive part of you refused to let him win.
“you’re an asshole, by the way.”
eh—nothing sunghoon ever knew.
you shifted forward on your knees, crawling towards his spread legs. you sat on your heels right in front of him, you bare chest now inches away from his. the closeness made your heart hammer.
ugh—you hated to admit that sunghoon had a… really nice chest… they’re so defined, and firm, broad, the muscles flexing every time he breathed. his skin looked smooth and warm. it’s so annoying how good he looked.
sunghoon noticed your stare immediately.
his smirk deepened, looking far too pleased. “what’s that face for?” he murmured, voice low. “admiring me now?”
“shut up,” you muttered, but there was no real bite left in it.
his hands came up slowly before they cupped your tits—warm, slightly calloused palms pressing against soft skin. he gave them a gentle, testing squeeze, thumbs brushing over your nipples as he weighted them in his hands.
“mm…” he hummed, pretending to be all serious and focused, but his breathing had gotten heavier. “soft… nice shape…”
goddamn his dream had finally come true.
you were always covering these beauties up—not once had he even seen your cleavage. and now here you were—topless, sitting between his legs, letting him touch.
sunghoon couldn’t hide how much he was affected. his hands moved slower, more deliberately, cupping and lifting your breasts like he was memorising every detail.
“fuck, yn…” he murmured. “the’re actually pretty nice, huh?” he muttered, glancing up at your face. he supposed pretty girls just meant everything about them is pretty.
he took one of your hands and pressed it flat against his firm chest, right over his left pec.
“feel that? all natural, baby. go on, compare properly.”
his hand kneaded your tit, no longer pretending it was just comparison. his thumb kept teasing your nipple, eyes watching your face for every little reaction.
“ngh—” you gasped softly, the sound spilling out before you could stop it.
your cheeks burned even hotter. but you didn’t pull away. instead, your hands moved on their own, sliding over his firm chest. you pressed your palms harder against his pecs, feeling the solid muscle underneath then squeezed them just like how he was doing to you.
they were so tight and warm, the skin smooth under your fingers.
sunghoon let out a low, breathy chuckle that sounded close to a groan.
“mm, fuck… you’re really feeling me up now, huh?” he teased, voice huskier. he gave your tit another firm squeeze, the flesh spilling between his fingers. then he leaned in, lips brushing against your jaw as he whispered.
“keep squeezing baby, i’ve always liked it when you’re all mean and rough with me.”
you moaned softly at that, your heel pressing right up at your clothed cunt. “you’re so annoying…” you murmured, digging your fingers into his chest in response, thumbs brushing over his own nipples just to retaliate. sunghoon’s breath hitched, his free hand sliding to your waist and pulling you closer until you bare chests were fully pressed together—soft against hard, warm skin on warm skin.
“shit, baby…” he groaned, forehead resting against yours. “your tits feel so fucking good in my hands. so soft… so sensitive.”
he pinched your nipple, watching your face intently for that little gasp.
but you’d had enough of him constantly controlling over you.
you pushed his hands away from your chest with a glare. sunghoon’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but before he could say anything, you cupped your own tits, lifting them slightly.
then you leaned in and slowly brushed your hardened nipples against his.
back and forth. teasing. deliberate.
the sensation made both of you shiver. your sensitive peaks dragged across his firm, solid chest, catching his own nipples in passings. sunghoon’s mouth fell open, a low, surprised groan slipping out as he stared down between you.
“fuuuuck—what are you doing?”
you kept going, rolling your nipples against his in filthy circles. the frictions sent little sparks down your spine, and you could feel how hard he was getting beneath you.
“you wanted to compare so badly, right?” you breathed, voice shaky but laced with defiance. “how’s this for comparison, huh?”
sunghoon’s hands landed on your hips, gripping tight as he let out a shaky laugh.
“shit… you’re actually trying to kill me,” he muttered, eyes glued to the way your tits looked pressed and rubbing against his. “they feel even better like this. so fucking pretty… keep doin’ that, baby.”
he tilted his head down and bit his lip hard, clearly losing the smug upper hand but still trying.
the feeling was fucking crazy that his grip tightened, his breathing getting heavier as he watched the filthy little show you were putting on.
“using your cute little tits on me like that… you’re really into this, huh?”
you didn’t answer with words. instead, you leaned in closer and dragged one of your nipples right over his—pressing a little harder until your soft tits were fully squished against his firm chest. he hissed softly, chest rising sharply under you.
you were so close now—faces inches apart, breaths mixing. his eyes dropped to your lips.
sunghoon didn’t even warn you.
one hand slid up your back, fingers threading into your hair, and he pulled you in, crashing his lips against yours.
the kiss was messy and greedy from the start. he groaned into your mouth the second your lips met, tilting his head to deepen it instantly. his tongue pushed past your lips, tasting you. at the same time, his other hand moved to squeeze out tit.
“been wanting to do this for so long…”
he kissed you harder, almost desperate, sucking on your bottom lip before sliding his tongue back in. the heat between your bodies was insane—bare chests pressed together, hearts hammering, his hard cock straining against your tummy through his sweats.
that’s another one of his dreams about you came true.
when he finally pulled back for air, his lips were wet and slightly swollen. he rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as he gave your pretty tit another firm squeeze.
“...think i win this time, but…” he whispered breathlessly, that annoying little smirk trying to come back even now.
he dragged one hand down your body, sliding it between your legs. he pressed his palm against your clothed cunt, feeling the heat there, rubbing.
hii!! i recently started reading ur fics and god do i love your writings!! if you're taking reqs i was wondering if you could write about jay x reader where jay can't stop thinking about reader's tits and devours them (and her lol) when given the chance to
tears run down my thighs or whatever sabrina carpenter said
warnings: breast/nipple play, marking, light biting, fingering, kissing, making out, p in v, unprotected sex (don't.), creampie, sttrong language, use of petnames.
jay has been losing his mind for hours.
it started the moment you walked into the apartment wearing that thin white tank top with nothing underneath. the fabric was soft, slightly stretched, and every time you moved, your tits shifted in the most hypnotic way. he tried to focus on the movie. he tried to focus on dinner. he tried to focus on anything except the way your nipples poked against the material whenever the air conditioning kicked in.
he failed miserably.
now it’s past midnight, the lights are low, and you’re both on the couch. you’re halfway through a lazy makeout session when jay finally snaps.
he pulls back just enough to look down at your chest, breathing hard. his hands slide up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts through the thin tank top.
“fuck… i can’t stop thinking about them,” he mutters, voice rough and low. “been staring at your tits all night like a fucking pervert.”
you let out a soft laugh, but it turns into a gasp when he suddenly pushes the tank top up, exposing you completely. the cool air hits your skin and your nipples harden instantly under his hungry gaze.
jay groans like he’s in pain.
“look at you,” he whispers, almost reverent. “so fucking pretty.”
he doesn’t waste another second.
his mouth latches onto your right breast like a starving man, sucking hard enough to make you arch off the couch. his tongue swirls around your nipple, flicking it rapidly before he sucks again, cheeks hollowing. one hand kneads your other tit roughly, fingers digging into the soft flesh while his thumb rolls over the neglected nipple.
“jay— oh my god,” you moan, threading your fingers through his hair.
he hums against your skin, the vibration shooting straight between your legs. he switches sides, giving your left breast the same filthy treatment — sucking, licking, biting gently until the skin is wet and marked with faint red spots. he presses both tits together, burying his face between them, inhaling deeply like your scent alone could get him high.
“i’m obsessed,” he confesses between open-mouthed kisses. “they’re so soft… so fucking perfect. i could spend hours just like this.”
he takes one nipple back into his mouth and sucks harder, tongue flicking relentlessly while his hand squeezes the other breast in time with every pull. the wet, obscene sounds fill the living room. you’re squirming underneath him, thighs pressing together for friction, but jay is too focused on devouring your chest to notice yet.
he pulls back for a second just to look at his work — your tits shiny with his spit, nipples swollen and dark, skin flushed pink from his mouth and fingers.
“so beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself. then he dives back in, more aggressive this time.
he licks broad stripes across your breasts, alternating between slow, teasing licks and sharp sucks that make you cry out. he bites down gently on the side of one tit, sucking a dark hickey into the soft flesh before moving to the other. his hands never stop — groping, squeezing, pushing them together so he can run his tongue through the valley between them.
“jay… please,” you whimper, hips rolling up against nothing.
he finally lifts his head, lips swollen and glossy, eyes completely dark with lust.
“i can’t get enough of you,” he rasps. “i need more.”
in one swift movement he yanks your tank top completely off and pulls your shorts and panties down your legs, leaving you bare beneath him. he doesn’t even bother taking his own clothes off — just shoves his sweats down enough to free his painfully hard cock.
but he doesn’t fuck you right away.
instead, he pushes your thighs apart and settles between them, mouth immediately returning to your tits like he physically cannot stay away. he sucks one nipple into his mouth again while two fingers slide through your soaked folds, circling your clit before pushing inside you.
“so wet,” he groans against your breast, voice muffled. “all because i’m playing with your pretty tits?”
you nod frantically, back arching as he curls his fingers just right. he adds a third finger, stretching you open while his mouth works your chest mercilessly — sucking, licking, biting, kissing every inch he can reach.
“gonna make you cum like this first,” he promises, thumb pressing firm circles on your clit. “then i’m gonna fuck you while i’m still sucking on these.”
the combination is too much — his long fingers fucking into you, his mouth latched onto your breast, the filthy wet sounds of his tongue and fingers working you at the same time. you come hard with a broken cry of his name, thighs shaking around him as your pussy clenches rhythmically around his fingers.
jay doesn’t stop.
he keeps sucking on your tit through your orgasm, gentler now but no less hungry, until you’re whimpering from oversensitivity. only then does he pull his fingers out and replace them with his cock in one smooth thrust.
“fuck— so tight,” he groans, burying his face between your breasts again. he starts moving, deep and slow at first, grinding against you while his mouth stays busy on your chest.
he alternates between both tits, sucking and licking like he’s addicted, hips snapping harder every time you moan his name. the wet sounds of skin slapping and his mouth on your breasts fill the room.
“love your tits so much,” he pants between sucks. “could fuck you like this every day. keep you naked just so i can bury my face in them whenever i want.”
you’re a mess underneath him — moaning, trembling, fingers tangled in his hair as he drives into you harder. he pushes your breasts together again and fucks between them with his tongue, licking and sucking while his cock pounds into you.
when you cum a second time, clenching tight around him and crying out, jay finally lets go. he buries himself deep inside you with a broken groan, spilling hot and thick as he continues to mouth at your tits, riding out his orgasm with lazy thrusts.
he doesn’t pull out right away.
instead, he collapses on top of you, face still buried between your breasts, breathing hard. he presses soft, lazy kisses to the swollen skin, occasionally sucking gently like he can’t help himself.
“sorry,” he mumbles against your chest, voice hoarse. “i just… really fucking love your tits.”
you laugh breathlessly, running your fingers through his damp hair.
“yeah, i noticed.”
jay lifts his head just enough to look at you, eyes still dark but soft around the edges.
“give me ten minutes,” he says, pressing one last kiss to your nipple. “then i’m doing it all over again.”
he seals the promise by sucking your nipple back into his mouth, slow and deliberate, already half-hard inside you again.
Synopsis- you both decided to try wax play using a candle made for bodies.
Warnings- mdni NSFW, wax play, tits obsession, a photo taken, marking, nipple play, lmk if there's more!
The warm, honeyed scent of vanilla and sandalwood filled the room, a stark contrast to the frantic, hungry energy crackling between you and Sunghoon. His lips were on yours, his tongue a demanding invasion you welcomed with a soft moan. His hands were everywhere at once—tangled in your hair, gripping your waist, palming your ass through the thin fabric of your sleep shorts.
He broke the kiss, his breath hot against your neck. “I’ve been thinking about these all fucking day,” he growled, his voice rough with want as his thumbs found your nipples through your shirt, rubbing them into hard, aching points.
You gasped, arching into his touch. “Yeah? What about them?”
“Just how fucking perfect they are. How they look in that tight black top you wore to the store. How I knew you weren’t wearing a bra.” He punctuated each sentence with a sharp pinch that made you jump, a jolt of pure heat shooting straight to your cunt. “Drove me insane. Couldn’t focus on anything else.”
His mouth found yours again, a messy, wet clash of teeth and tongue. As he kissed you, his hand slid under your shirt, his calloused fingers scraping against the soft skin of your stomach before finally, finally closing around the bare, heavy weight of your breast. He groaned into your mouth, a deep, guttural sound of pure possession.
“Fuck, I love how these feel in my hand,” he murmured, breaking the kiss to watch his own work. He squeezed, his fingers digging into the pliant flesh, then rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger until you were whimpering. “So full. So fucking soft.”
His eyes, dark and blown wide with lust, flicked up to the bedside table. The new candle you’d bought together today sat there, its flame dancing. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “You know what the girl said that thing was for, right?”
“For… ambiance?” you breathed, your mind hazy with pleasure.
He chuckled, a low, dirty sound. “She said it was a body candle. For massage. For… other things.” His gaze was locked on your chest, on the way your tits rose and fell with your ragged breathing. “I can’t stop thinking about it. About the wax.”
A thrill, dangerous and electric, shot through you. “Sunghoon… is that safe?”
“It’s soy, baby. Low melting point. Made for skin.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper, hypnotic. “I need to see it. I need to see it drip on these perfect fucking tits. I need to watch it coat them. Please.”
The raw need in his voice was your undoing. You nodded, your throat too tight to form words.
“Good girl,” he purred, his praise making you clench around nothing.
He moved with a focused intensity that left you breathless. He positioned you back against the pillows, propping you up so your chest was on full display. He pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor without a second glance. His eyes were devouring you, worshiping the sight of your bare breasts, the way they settled against your chest, heavy and inviting.
He grabbed the candle. The flame guttered as he tilted it. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a mix of fear and desperate anticipation. The first drop was a surprise. A hot, sudden pinpoint of sensation on the upper slope of your right breast. You flinched, a sharp gasp escaping your lips.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” he soothed, his voice thick with fascination. “Look.”
You looked down. The wax had cooled almost instantly into a perfect, creamy white teardrop against your skin. It didn’t hurt. It was just… intense. A shocking, beautiful heat.
He tilted the candle again. Another drop. This one landed lower, closer to your nipple. You watched, mesmerized, as the molten bead traced a path down the curve before solidifying. He was creating a map of your skin, a stark white pattern on your flushed flesh.
“God, you look incredible,” he breathed. “A fucking work of art.”
He continued, his hand steady. Drip. Another one, right on the areola, making you cry out as the heat bloomed across the hypersensitive nerve endings. Drip. A trail of them down the valley between your breasts. Each new drop was a tiny shock, a burst of heat that made your nipples tighten impossibly further and your pussy weep with need. You could feel your own wetness, a slick, hot pulse between your legs.
Sunghoon’s free hand was on himself, stroking his hard length through his pants, his eyes glued to the spectacle he was creating on your body. “Stick out your tongue,” he commanded, his voice rough.
You obeyed without thought, the tip of your tongue peeking out between your lips.
The click of his phone camera was obscenely loud in the quiet room. He did it again. And again. You could see the screen, see his own reflection in it—his face a mask of primal lust, focused entirely on your wax-dripped tits.
He put the candle down, the artistic part of his obsession seemingly satisfied. The carnal part was just beginning. He crawled over you, his body caging you in. “Don’t move,” he ordered. “I’m not done.”
He lowered his head, his breath ghosting over the intricate web of wax on your right breast. Then his mouth was on you. His tongue, hot and wet, lapped at the wax, tasting it, tasting you. He sucked a patch clean, his mouth working over your skin with a fervent hunger before moving to the next drop.
“You taste like vanilla and you,” he groaned against your skin, his teeth grazing a sensitive spot he’d just cleaned. “Fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Ever tasted.”
His mouth was everywhere, worshiping, devouring. He was meticulous, cleaning every last drop of wax from your breasts until your skin was pink and glistening from his attention. He paid special attention to your nipples, sucking each one deep into the heat of his mouth, his tongue flicking and circling until you were writhing beneath him, begging for more.
He shifted lower, his hands hooking in the waistband of your shorts and panties, dragging them down your legs in one swift motion. The cool air hit your wet cunt and you shuddered. He knelt between your legs, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, completely bare and utterly his.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice full of awe. “All mine. Every fucking inch.”
He didn’t enter you. Not yet. He leaned forward, his hands spreading your folds, and his tongue found your clit. It was a flat, slow, deliberate lick that had you seeing stars. He ate you like a man possessed, his tongue delving into your entrance before returning to circle your clit with relentless pressure. You could feel the orgasm building, a tight coil deep in your belly, spurred on by the visual of him between your legs, by the memory of the wax, by the possessive, filthy things he was muttering against your wet flesh.
“Gonna come for me, baby? Gonna come all over my face while I think about that picture? Your perfect tits on my screen forever…”
His words were the final push. Your back arched off the bed as you came, a silent scream on your lips as pleasure, white-hot and devastating, ripped through you. He didn’t let up, lapping at you, drawing out every last shuddering wave until you were limp and boneless.
He rose above you, fumbling with his own clothes, his cock springing free, thick and veined and glistening at the tip. He positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pressing against your soaked folds. He was breathing heavily, his eyes locked on yours.
“I’m never deleting that picture,” he panted, his hips nudging forward, just an inch, making you gasp at the stretch. “It’s going right on my fucking lockscreen.”
⤷ Where sunghoon suggested eating you out because he was stressed from work, but...he didn't stop even when you begged.
⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sunghoon × fem!reader
₊ ⊹ oral sex (fem) , squirting , overstimulation , Unprotected sex (don't do this) , fingering , creampie (¿?)
You lie spread open on the bed, thighs trembling, the room thick with the wet sounds of Sunghoon’s mouth on you. His tongue drags slow and deliberate over your clit, then flicks fast, relentless, sucking hard enough that your hips jerk without permission. Every nerve feels raw, oversensitive, the pleasure twisting into something almost painful. You can’t take it anymore.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling hard, trying to push him away. “Hoon, please… stop, it’s too much,” you whimper, voice cracking, legs shaking as you tug at the dark strands.
He doesn’t stop. If anything, he presses his face deeper, tongue lashing faster, lips sealing tight around your swollen clit while he growls low against you. One hand clamps down on your hip, fingers digging into your flesh so hard you know you’ll bruise. The other slides up your thigh and then cracks down, a sharp, stinging slap across the soft skin that makes you cry out and arch off the mattress.
He pulls off just enough to look up at you, lips shiny with your slick, eyes dark and dangerous. “Behave,” he says, voice rough, almost a snarl. His palm still burns on your thigh where he hit you.
You shake your head frantically, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “I can’t… it’s too much, Sunghoon, please, I can’t take it,” you sob, thighs twitching, trying to close even though his shoulders keep you forced open.
His jaw tightens. Without warning, his hand flies up and slaps you across the face, not hard enough to really hurt, but sharp enough to shock the breath out of you, heat blooming across your cheek. Before you can gasp, his fingers wrap around your throat, pinning you down against the pillow, thumb pressing just under your jaw.
“Shut up,” he mutters, low and filthy. “You take what I give you.”
Then his hand drops between your legs again, two fingers plunging into your soaked cunt without warning, curling hard and fast. He doesn’t ease into it. He fucks you with them brutally, knuckles slamming against you, palm grinding against your clit with every thrust. The wet sounds are obscene, loud in the quiet room, your pussy so wet it drips down his wrist.
You scream, back bowing, nails digging desperately into his biceps. You claw at his arms, scratching red lines into his skin, trying to ground yourself as he drives you over the edge again and again without mercy. Your legs kick uselessly, body thrashing under his grip on your throat and the relentless pounding of his fingers inside you.
He watches your face the whole time, eyes blown black with lust, lips parted as he breathes hard through his nose. “That’s it,” he growls, curling his fingers deeper, hitting that spot that makes you sob. “Fucking take it. You’re mine.”
Your whole body locks up, thighs trembling so hard they cramp, pussy clenching around his fingers in violent spasms as the orgasm rips through you without warning. A broken scream tears out of your throat, raw and ugly, muffled against the pressure of his hand still wrapped tight around your neck. Your hips buck wildly, trying to escape the overload, but he doesn’t let you. He shoves his fingers deeper, twisting them viciously, thumb grinding hard over your clit until your vision whites out.
“Fuck, look at you,” he rasps, voice thick with hunger. “Squirting all over my hand like a desperate little slut.”
And you are. You feel the hot rush of it, your body betraying you completely as you gush around his fingers, soaking his palm, dripping down his wrist, splattering onto the sheets beneath your ass. The wet slapping sounds get louder, filthier, his hand pistoning in and out of your spasming cunt with no mercy, forcing every drop out of you while you sob and shake.
Your nails rake down his biceps again, harder this time, leaving angry red welts blooming under your fingers. You can’t breathe right, can’t think, can’t do anything but writhe and cry as wave after wave crashes over you, your pussy fluttering and milking his fingers like it’s trying to pull him in deeper. Tears stream down your temples into your hair, mouth open in a silent scream as he keeps fucking you through it, dragging the climax out until it hurts.
“Sunghoon—fuck—please—” you choke out, voice wrecked, but he only laughs, dark and low, squeezing your throat just enough to make your head spin.
“Not done,” he growls against your ear, leaning down so his lips brush your skin. “You’re gonna give me another one. Right fucking now.”
He curls his fingers again, ruthless, pressing hard against that spot inside you that makes your back arch off the bed like you’re possessed. Your entire body seizes, another orgasm slamming into you before the first one even fades, this one sharper, meaner. You squirt again, harder, a hot flood that soaks his forearm, the sheets, everything. Your legs kick uselessly, heels digging into the mattress as you thrash, completely gone, babbling nonsense through the tears.
He keeps going, fingers relentless, palm slapping against your swollen clit with every thrust, drawing it out until you’re convulsing, until your voice is nothing but hoarse, broken whimpers and your body is limp and shaking in his grip.
Only when you’re gasping for air, twitching with aftershocks, does he finally slow, dragging his soaked fingers out of you inch by inch, letting you feel every ridge as your ruined pussy tries to cling to him. He brings them to your lips, smearing your mess across your mouth before pushing them inside, making you taste yourself while you cry softly around his fingers.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice rough with satisfaction, thumb stroking over the slap mark on your cheek. “Took it so fucking well.”
He doesn’t give you time to breathe. Your body is still trembling, thighs slick and shaking, pussy throbbing from the ruin he just forced out of you, when you feel the blunt, thick head of his cock nudging against your entrance. He drags it up and down your soaked folds once, twice, coating himself in the mess you made, then lines up and slams inside you in one brutal thrust.
You scream, raw and broken, back bowing off the bed as he bottoms out, cock stretching your oversensitive walls so wide it burns. He’s huge, thicker than his fingers, and you’re so swollen from coming that every inch feels like it’s splitting you open. Your pussy flutters helplessly around him, still spasming from the last orgasm, and he groans deep in his chest at the way you clench.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hisses through his teeth, pulling back only to slam in again, harder, hips crashing against yours. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, obscene and loud, your dripping cunt taking him so easily now that you’re soaked through. He doesn’t ease into it. He fucks you like he’s trying to break you, fast, punishing, relentless.
Your hands fly to his shoulders, nails digging in again, scratching down his back as he pounds into you. Every thrust jolts your whole body up the mattress, tits bouncing, headboard knocking against the wall. He grabs your throat again, fingers tight enough to make your pulse race under his palm, and uses it to pin you down while he ruts into you like an animal.
“Look at me,” he snarls, voice ragged. You force your eyes open, tears still leaking, and meet his stare, dark, feral, completely fucked out. “This pussy’s mine. You don’t get to tell me when to stop. You take my cock until I’m done with you.”
He shifts his hips, angling deeper, and the head of his cock drags over that spot inside you that makes you sob. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, heels digging into his ass, pulling him in even as you cry that it’s too much. You can’t stop yourself. Your body wants more even while your brain is screaming.
He feels it, laughs low and dirty against your cheek. “Yeah, that’s it. Greedy little thing. Keep crying, baby. Cry on my cock.”
His pace turns brutal, hips snapping so hard the bed creaks beneath you. Your pussy makes filthy, wet sounds every time he pulls out and slams back in, your slick coating his shaft, dripping down your ass, pooling beneath you. He reaches down with his free hand and slaps your clit, sharp and sudden, and you scream again, clenching so hard around him that his rhythm stutters.
“Fuck—” he grunts, eyes rolling back for a second before he recovers, pounding even harder. “Do that again.”
He slaps your clit again, again, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, and you come undone instantly. Your orgasm hits like a punch, vision going black at the edges as your cunt spasms wildly around his cock, gushing again, squirting hard enough that it splashes against his stomach. You thrash under him, choking on air, nails raking bloody lines down his back.
He snarls through it, fucking you through the climax without slowing, using your pulsing pussy like it’s his personal toy. “That’s it, fucking milk me, come all over my cock while I breed this sloppy little cunt.”
You feel him swell inside you, cock throbbing, and then he’s coming, slamming in to the hilt and holding there. You feel every pulse as he floods you, hot and thick, pumping you full until it leaks out around his base, mixing with your own mess. He grinds deep, hips jerking, emptying himself with a low, guttural groan against your neck.
He stays buried inside you, cock still twitching, keeping you plugged full of him. His hand loosens on your throat just enough for you to gasp in air, and he licks a slow stripe up your tear-streaked cheek.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, voice hoarse, lips brushing the slap mark on your face. “Took every drop.”
✰ mentions — a bit rough dry humping , kissing , boob sucking , nip rubbing, slut-shaming
✰ 🔞mdni!
“Ahh, jay—fuck!”
You press against him, the friction building as your hips grind in slow circles. The thin fabric of your panties does little to dull the heat between your legs, and Jay's hands dig into your hips. his thumbs pressing into the curve under your ass as he grinds his hard cock against you. "Fuck, baby," he growls against your mouth, “ so wet f’me.”
“ Nghh.” Your moans escape in short, breathy gasps as he pushes up against you, the hard trace of his cock straining against his jeans.
"Mm, I can feel how turned on you are through these thin little things."
His fingers find the peak of your nipple through your thin shirt, rolling it as his mouth trails down your neck. “Mmph. f-feels good, fuck—“, You whimpered as the touch is electrifying, sending a jolt straight to your core.
His other hand slides between your legs, pressing firmly against your soaked panties. A low groan in his chest as he feels how wet you are for him, “ God,I love how you move for me, baby. How fucking needy you get when I touch you."
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling just hard enough to make him groan as his hips jerk against you. "Mmph, Jay—fuck me," you gasp, the words ragged with need. "I-I need to feel you more.”
His hands move with need, tearing your shirt over your head before yanking your bra down just enough to expose your breasts. His mouth is on them instantly, hot and wet as his tongue swirls around your nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth.
The sharp pleasure-pain makes you arch your back, pressing your chest forward as his fingers work your clit faster through your panties. "Oh god," you whimper, your hips rolling against his hand shamelessly.
"Hm, taste so fucking good," he growls between licks, the vibration of his words sending fresh waves of pleasure through you.
Jay freezes his movements, his head still buried in your breasts as his other hand tightens possessively around your waist. The sudden stillness makes your pulse race with confusion - one second he was driving you wild with his mouth and hands, and the next everything has gone completely still.
You started moving your hips on their own grinding on his cock, the pleasure washing all over your body. “Oh god, Jay—“
His breathing grows ragged as he watches you grind up on him, the heat in his gaze intensifying. "Fuck, that's it," he breathes, his voice thick with need. "Fuck, you're such a greedy little slut, aren't you?" Jay growls.
He leans back on his hands watching you grind on him. His hands travel rubbing both of his own nipples through the fabric of his shirt. His hips jerk upward involuntarily, pressing his hard cock against your soaked panties. The sight was just too lewd, "You like watching me touch myself while I fuck you,huh?" he growls. You whined nodding rapidly.
"Look at you—fucking yourself on my cock like the needy little slut you are." His hips jerk upward, the thick outline of his cock rubbing against your soaked panties. "I bet you'd ride my cock just as hard, wouldn't you?"
You whimper, your hips rolling desperately as your inner walls quavering. Jay moans whilst rubbing his nipples.
“Fuck yeah—doll, cum for me," he growls, his voice thick with need as he watches your face.
Your whimpers builds as Jay's clothed cock fuck you ruthlessly, the perfect friction against your swollen folds, the way he watches you with dark intensity—it all pushes you toward the edge. Your back arches, a broken moan tearing from your throat.
"Oh god, Jay—fuck—"Your body shakes violently as the orgasm crashes over you.
A large wet spot darkens the fabric of your panties, from your release spreading across the thin material. Jay groans, his cock twitching in between your thighs as he watches you come undone.
"Fuck, look at you doll," he growls. "So fucking wet. made a big mess in your panties,hm?” He murmured pulling you up for a kiss. the kiss was rough and hungry as he pulls you close. His tongue slides into your mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Jay nips at your bottom lip before growling in your ear, "I want to fuck you right now baby.”
Warnings : MDNI, Toxic love, Yandere, Rough sex, Kidnapping, Dubcon, Unprotected sex (Please don't do this), Spanking, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, Obsession, Delusional. If I missed anything let me know.
A/N : I'm sorry if everything is not clear. I don't speak English at all, I just used Google translate. I really wanted to share this Smut. so I went for it.
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“I can't believe!!!” Linoa exclaimed, hugging the strongly but deliciously scented scarf to her chest.
She held Park Seonghwa's scarf in her hands. Seonghwa Park. The strong smell that emanated from it showed that he had a heavy hand on perfume. She found this detail adorable and was happy to learn more about him.
He had gotten up, forgetting her at the cafe table where he had been sitting earlier with the members of his boy band. Sitting on a table a little far from theirs, she scrutinized him as usual. But when she wanted to get back on the road to continue her session, the scarf stopped her. However, the main thing did not escape her as she rushed to get into her car and follow the group's… Seonghwa's.
Linoa was a young woman of 24, owner of her own business employing a multitude of people who lined her pockets. But above all, Linoa was obsessed and dedicated to her target. Commonly called sasaeng.
In his head, he needed to test the waters to prepare for his bright future with his soul mate. She didn't even realize that she was only taking her own feelings into account.
So on this momentum, he parked a few meters from the large residence of the Ateez group. He was so close but at the same time so far. Her pretty, discreetly made-up eyes scanned the surroundings. The sunlight reflected off an object that caught his eye.
Frowning, she walked out of the cabin towards said object. She was as discreet as possible so as not to attract anyone's attention. His eyes widened when he recognized the jewelry that was hanging from his other half's ear a few hours ago. She must have fallen under the brown's lack of attention.
She had narrowed her eyes at that earring, wanting so badly to remove it sensually with her lips while nibbling his earlobe, while he moaned deeply as he held her closer to him.
She bent down to retrieve the earring from her collection, then rushed to her car before grabbing her purse.
She took out her notebook and placed it within reach. Then she brutally searched her bag to find her pen. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at the thought of his bag swallowing all of his belongings. Finally, she grabbed her pencil instead.
July 6, 2022
My dear love,
I noticed during the two wonderful weeks I spent with you that you wore more perfume than necessary. Even if it's adorable, we should be light-hearted so as not to teach our children about waste.
I was also able to see your equally adorable clumsiness. Maybe it allows me to get things from you but you need to be more careful with your things my darling.
Don't worry about anything, we will be reunited very soon…
…Forever
…I promise you by my blood.
After that, she started her car and went home to complete her two-week-old collection. For two weeks, she had followed him night and day. For two weeks, she had lived only for him.
She had “met” him by chance in a very remote place in Seoul. She paid for her groceries while he walked behind her talking on the phone. Just hearing his voice made his heart jump in his chest.
The haste with which she turned to see who the voice belonged to was desperate. As soon as her eyes landed on him, there was a second flutter in his chest.
His mid-length black hair covered his forehead and his eyes but she saw his beauty perfectly. Her pretty pink lips. His straight nose, his magnificent cheekbones. His long eyelashes and perfectly trimmed eyebrows. It was unreal.
Linoa's ears rang slightly as she was stunned by the beauty of this person. Despite this, she heard the sweet name that left his captivating lips. Park Seonghwa. He said word for word “I am Park Seonghwa”.
A beautiful name that she would never forget. She remained motionless until he disappeared from her field of vision, leaving her full of various sensations. As soon as she regained consciousness, the young woman rushed in the direction where he had disappeared. But no-one.
Her first instinct, once home, was to search her name on the web. Her face lit up as she discovered his status as a public person which made her life easier when it came to finding him.
She spent a month and a half studying him online and watching for the slightest opportunity to see him again in real life. Opportunity that appeared to him two weeks ago.
Storing her new scarf and her earring in her trunk where she displayed the things she had managed to collect, she washed up on her bed. She had to get up early the next day to wait for the group outside their dormitory.
The next day did not take long to come. The slight breeze made her shiver as she realized that she had neither closed her bedroom window nor properly pulled the blanket up over her body. Again. She was so dizzy these last few days that she systematically forgot to close her window. And even when she thought she was, she wasn't.
The last days before she was finally reunited with her love were fast approaching. The day before, in the cafe where she had followed him, Seonghwa had passed very close to her while she was discreet. His telephone conversation did not even give him the opportunity to notice her.
He let his interlocutor know that at the end of the week, he would go out clubbing with the members to celebrate the end of filming Guerrilla. It was the perfect opportunity for her knowing that they would certainly privatize the place.
So she had to constantly follow them to find out more about the exact place and time. The young black girl also had to find a way to infiltrate the club. So that's what she did.
All day long, she had delighted in the way Seonghwa's thighs were perfectly molded in his skinny jeans, in his black hair that she wanted to mess up. Her lower lip was swollen and red, she had bitten it so much to contain her urge to jump on him.
The ebony hadn't been able to get anything out of her day of stalking and was very disappointed. He needed to know the location to put his plan in place. Her depression followed her to the group dormitory where she parked in her usual spot.
It was already dark, but she still hadn't moved. She was desperate for a way to find the location where the first phase of her plan would take place. Suddenly, a light bulb came on above his frizzy head. She grabbed her phone.
She knew that the Atinys would certainly help her find out the location of their little party. So she posted an announcement on the group's official fan page.
“I heard that at the end of the week Ateez would be meeting at We-Clos… any idea of their usual club?^^”
She casually left her phone in the passenger seat, grimacing at the disgusting Seonghwa fans who think they can have it. He was only hers and only needed her.
She hoped to receive a response by then. But she suspected that she most certainly wouldn't have it until the next day. So Linoa started her car and headed home. The end of the week was approaching and she couldn't miss the opportunity to have him all to herself. She wanted to take him home. Theirs.
Two days after his announcement, Linoa was urgently called to work. A very unhappy customer had requested a full refund of his purchases since the beginning of the year. A completely insane request.
The young woman was more than irritated. Not for the absurdity of the request, but rather because he had interrupted his time of day with his Park Seonghwa. She was about to pick up the silk handkerchief he had dropped when his emergency bell rang.
She would be willing to give him her business if he let her return to Seonghwa. After long minutes of complaining, the old man was escorted to the reimbursement department to explain his problem in a more calm manner
“What a waste of time !!” the black woman said indignantly, rushing towards the door of her business.
As soon as she was outside, the cold air hit her until she shivered. She was desperate. Since the announcement she had not had any response that interested her. Only “Oh the group is getting together??”; “I would really like to be with them”; “How do you know?” All incompetent. Incompetence and uselessness. This is the meaning of Atiny for her.
Even if she followed them that day, there would be no guarantee that she would be able to get in. She had to find a solution. And quick. Maybe she could…
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a person with a hood, probably a woman given his build, who almost violently stuck a sort of piece of paper against his stomach. The brute disappeared almost immediately into the crowd of people leaving.
“Hey!! What are you-“ And then it’s no use, she whispered, examining the piece of paper.
She read with annoyance what was on the paper. So boring ! An advertisement for a new restaurant that had just opened in Hongdae. She crumpled up the flyer as she walked to her car. She hoped to find Seonghwa where she left him before she was forced to leave.
But as she walked, something caught her attention. The writing on the back of the paper was difficult for her to see given how it was crumpled. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw small words that caught his attention more than they should.
She unfolded the piece of paper in a hurry as she reached her car, which she unlocked with a click before getting into it. All her attention was on the word once she put down her purse.
''Hi Atiny, I saw your post two days ago. I'm pretty sure their event is at the * club. Each time it closes it is because it is privatized by the group. I hope I helped you.
An Atiny sister^^‘’
A big smile lit up the beautiful ebony face.
'Not so useless' she thought.
She then started her car to head towards the place where the small party will take place. On Gagnam.
It was 7 p.m. when she parked in front of said club. And it was currently 11 p.m. So she had time to do three rounds of the owner. She knew all the exits, emergency exits, places where the cameras weren't filming…
She had even made friends with the bartender who did not fail to let her know that the boss was looking for a barmaid. Deeming her very friendly, he let her know that he hoped to work with her.
So her new and very useful mixed-race friend took her to the owner of the club who succumbed to her perfect charm act and hired her immediately.
“There is a popular group that will privatize the salon in two days, my little one”, he said to the much more attentive young woman. “Do you think you can start today? I know it's a bit of pressure ma-”
“I can do it !!!” she said hurriedly.
The boss and his new friend let out audible laughter at what they deemed an adorable, innocent and determined little girl.
All she had to do was go see the merchant we had told her about and it was perfect.
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That's it !!! Linoa was finally there. The final phase of his plan had arrived. She was standing at the bar, in the little sleeveless pastel pink dress that was her uniform. It perfectly highlighted her pretty slim silhouette, her hollow waist, her round buttocks defined by the arch of her back and her slightly present hips.
The group barely 20 meters from her. Seonghwa was right there. In the same room as her. Her heart was beating so fast that she could feel the pulsations in her ears.
It was a small event of around thirty people. In addition to the members, there was the president of the agency, their manager, their choreographer and the staff.
As soon as they arrived, she went to their table to give them the establishment card. She had deliberately positioned herself in front of the onyx-haired man. He had watched it start his heart like a generator, and he had offered a small, polite smile.
He looked beautiful with his black hair that fell in a slight layer on the sides of his head. The young man wore a white t-shirt and tight black jeans, accessorized with his traditional leather jacket. Perfectly edible.
She obviously hadn't had the love at first sight she had hoped for. But it was only a matter of time. At the end of this evening it would just be the two of us. Finally reunited.
He was laughing with his friends and looked so happy. The young woman wanted so badly that he only looked at her. She wanted to vomit thinking about how she wasn't the one making him laugh like that. She absentmindedly prepared the orders she had written down before leaving their table early.
With the orders ready, came the first phase of his plan. She glanced at the young man who did not care about her presence. The thought made his heart contract painfully. She carefully reached under the counter and grabbed the capsule she had placed there when she arrived.
Everything then happened very quickly. She put the substance in the capsule into Seonghwa's glass, then walked towards them. A deliberately benevolent smile plastered on her pretty face. She did the service, making sure not to make a mistake.
“You are so pretty, miss!!” Wooyoung exclaimed very excitedly.
Yes, it’s true, you look so beautiful with your voluminous hair, agreed an equally excited San, holding out a shy hand towards her. Can I touch ?
The other members seemed amused by Woosan's still explosive behavior. Their childish reactions genuinely made the black girl laugh, who leaned over slightly to allow San to touch her hair. They quickly exchanged a few more words before Linoa returned to her counter.
She quickly glanced at her soul mate hoping to see she didn't really know what. Acquiescence to the compliment that had been given to him… or perhaps even jealousy. But nothing. He didn't even look at her. What was happening on her phone seemed more interesting than her.
He deserved punishment. From the moment he was finally hers, that is to say in a few hours, she would punish him severely and teach him to look only at her. But in the meantime, she will wait for the effects of the drug she put in her drink. He had just taken the first sip.
“Perfect,” she said to herself
“Are you okay, Linoa?” questioned Guesung, the Korean-African bartender, placing his hand on his bare arm.
This action startled her. No surprise, but fear. She had sudden cold sweats. She couldn't explain why or how, but fear, the feeling of being watched, anxiety assailed her suddenly.
“Y- Yes it’s going great!!” she said, forcing a smile.
“Very well, I have to go to the reserve. I come back soon.”
“Okay” she replied, not more interested than that.
“Oh and by the way!” he began, turning around. “You look so cute in your dress.”
This compliment, although it did not come from Seonghwa, touched her. So it was with her first sincere smile since she had known him that she answered him.
Thank you, my darling, she said above the music, laughing slightly, pulling her interlocutor with her laughing.
He quickly disappeared into the corridor which led to the reserve and the back of the club. The black woman turned her attention to the black-haired man. A slight smile appeared on his pink lips as he saw the singer pass his hand over his face. He seemed uncomfortable.
“Are you okay, my darling?” She said to herself as she looked at him.
He pulled lightly on the collar of his t-shirt in search of more coolness. Hot flashes. The first effect of the drug he had been advised to take.
He slowly stood up after muttering a few words to his friends from the ebony's point of view. He was probably going to the bathroom to wash his face. Completely useless thing.
The young woman saw him disappear into the corridor before stifling a slight laugh. After he disappeared from her field of vision, the young woman found herself surrounded by five KQ ent employees who were in command here and there. She was very busy with requests but still kept an eye on the hallway, waiting for him to reappear.
After a good fifteen minutes, he finally reappeared with his leather jacket, which he had probably taken off in the bathroom, in his hand. Slightly staggering. Dizziness. The second effect. We had to act quickly now. She had to get him out of the club in the next few minutes if she didn't want to complicate her mission. She had barely escaped for the services of the five people earlier.
“But where the hell is Guesung?!” she asked irritated, trying as best she could to finish the service to free herself.
She handed her drink, probably a failure given her lack of experience, to the woman who had ordered it. But her attention seemed to be captivated by something else. His gaze shifted to the people around the woman. Everyone's attention was captured by a few things she didn't understand.
She put down the glass that no one cared about anymore as she looked at the members' table. Yunho whispered a few words to a Seonghwa who looked very bad before following suit with the other members who were heading towards the main entrance.
“What is happening ?” she asked her boss who rushed past with frowning eyebrows.
He did not answer her, and followed the crowd as they left. It wasn't until the DJ cut the music that she could hear the blaring sound of the ambulance siren. His eyebrows furrowed in incomprehension. In two minutes the room was empty. The young black girl started to head towards the main entrance to see what was going on.
She stopped in her tracks when she heard whining. Suddenly everything came back to him. She almost got distracted. What a mistake !! Plus the opportunity was perfect. She turned around to see him standing. He was there. Right in front of her. In his white t-shirt, black jeans and boots of the same color.
“Help me, miss,” he whispered, his head in his hand, throwing himself into the wolf’s mouth. Please, he whined.
She saw him moving towards the corridor where he had disappeared earlier.
“What's happening to you, sir?” she asked falsely worried as she rushed towards him.
She took the opportunity to place her hand on his arm. This contact that she had dreamed of for more than a month created a profound exhilaration in her.
“Help me…” he said with difficulty.
The young woman rushed to the seat where he was, grabbing her leather jacket before heading towards him. It would be a shame not to see him in it again. It suits him so well. She helped him move by directing him towards the back of the club where his car was parked.
She pulled him into her car. The poor man had no choice but to follow her given the state in which she had deliberately put him. He was moving forward without suspecting the danger. She felt her weight sag as they moved forward.
The young woman made him sit on the passenger side to keep an eye on him during the trip. He shouldn't have fallen asleep. It was physically impossible for her to carry him from her car inside her house.
“Don’t fall asleep, my love,” she said, patting her thigh with one hand and holding the steering wheel with the other. We are almost there.
The young man's head wobbled in all directions. The moment of the third and final effect had arrived. Loss of consciousness.
Fortunately, he was still moving a little when the car pulled into the driveway of his house. She parked as close to the front door as possible.
She grabbed her jacket from the back seat, then rushed to the young man's side to open his door. She whispered encouraging words to him as she put her arm over his shoulder so he could lean on her.
Long minutes of exercises had passed. But now they were upstairs. Seonghwa installed on a chair next to Linoa's bed, who was trying to tie her hands behind her back with one of her scarves. He had lost consciousness just as she had placed him on the chair, his head tilted forward.
Finishing tying him up, the young woman began to wonder what she could do by the time he woke up, probably the next day. She was not able to sleep with Le Park Seonghwa in her room. It was simply impossible.
" I finally succeeded.” she exclaimed, picking up the young man's black leather jacket which had fallen to the ground while trying to seat him on the chair.
As he retrieved the jacket, the sound of something hitting the ground caught his attention. She bent down to pick up the object…
“What is…”
It was a pen. A black pen engraved with initials.
Flashback
She took out her notebook and placed it within reach. Then she roughly searched her bag to find her pen. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at his bag swallowing all his belongings. Finally she grabbed her pencil instead.
Incomprehension and obliging curiosity, his fingers began to feel around the pockets of the jacket before diving into a pocket. She took out a blue barrette. Not just any one.
Her hair barrette that she received for her 16th birthday from her father. She still remembered the pain she felt when she lost him two years ago.
“What the fuck ?”
She turned slowly and carefully to face the limp body of the man she had kidnapped. She felt cold sweat running down her back as she saw him there in the darkness. The room was only illuminated by the moon's rays.
Suddenly the black woman's stomach contracted in fear. His figure was moving. Like slight jerks up and down. Then a light laugh reached his ears. His heart began to pound and an unpleasant shiver covered his body.
The laughter became more audible as his body moved more honestly at the same pace. He raised his head and burst out laughing in earnest, locking his dark eyes into those of the terrified young woman. There was nothing angelic about his laugh, quite the contrary.
“Good evening, my little Linoa” he said in his dark voice after calming down. “You took a long time.”
He said the last sentence as he stood up from his chair, as he let the scarf previously tied on his wrist meet the floor. The young woman was frozen. She couldn't move anymore. Her legs trembled in the face of the man who was moving slowly towards her.
“Why did it take you so long?” asked his dark voice. “It's because of him ?!” he continued with furrowed brows. “Huh little girl?!”
Why did you let him touch you when only I could do it, he continued, still moving towards her. Hm?
The young woman didn't understand a word he said. Who was he talking about? She wanted to ask him so much, but the painful lump in her throat took away her ability to speak.
“I had another diversion planned, you know my love?” he narrated, smiling slightly at her with a dreamy expression plastered on his handsome face. “Knowing full well that you would have no way of bringing me with you if I didn't intervene.”
“But that asshole bartender became the perfect opportunity,” he added with a sick smile on his face as his tongue briefly passed over her lower lip.
Guesung? What was he doing there? Suddenly the young woman remembered that she had not seen him since he went to the reserve. His fear increased when he thought that perhaps it had something to do with the ambulance that had emptied the room.
“You have no idea how enjoyable it was to take away his fucking satisfied expression after you dared to give him a nickname that was rightfully mine”, he went from an expression of ecstasy to a look of pure anger from the beginning to the end of his sentence. “Hit him again and again…and again!!!! Until he saw his blood flowing,” he continued, his teeth gritted with rage. “It was the only way for him to atone for his sins for even daring to lay his dirty paws on what is mine.”
His moods were constantly changing. She was facing a madman. And she was really, really scared.
He scrutinized every little detail of her body, from the smallest hair to the soles of her feet with a chilling concentration. He only stopped his steps when their busts touched. As they did so, a pleasant well-being passed through them and a shiver covered them from head to toe. He towered over her by at least a head.
When he raised his hand to her face, the young black girl stiffened with apprehension but also with an incomprehensible impatience. How can I say that this man was disturbing… and attractive?
“It's so good to be able to touch you while your pretty eyes are open and looking at me” he breathed with a calmer tone, gently caressing her face. “My precious Linoa.”
What ?! What did he mean by talking about his eyes being open? A deeper terror seized the young woman. What was she getting into? She was dying to get help. His eyes stung as tears threatened to fall.
Flashback
The next day did not take long to come. The slight breeze made her shiver as she realized that she had neither closed her bedroom window nor properly pulled the blanket up over her body. Again. She was so dizzy these last few days that she systematically forgot to close her window. And even when she thought she was, she wasn't.
“I-I… Wh-”, she tried, her voice trembling as she felt her legs becoming feverish and her throat tightening further.
“It’s very annoying when you close your windows, you know, my precious Linoa” he interrupted“. It really hurts me. Sometimes I even have the impression that you don't want to let me into your room” he said, looking at her sadly. “But when I see you, I realize how real it is between us. Especially when I see the things I left for you, proudly displayed in the room” he continued with a smirk, letting his large hand slide up to her neck. “You are so pretty” he added, looking far into her eyes.
She shuddered pleasantly at his touch, but was swallowed up by the overflow of information assailing her. What did he want to talk about? She was the one pulling the strings from the start. No ? What could possibly have happened?!
“You must be wondering what's going on”he continued, stifling an amused laugh, ignoring her frightened expression.
As if he was reading her thoughts.
“What if you let me explain?” he questioned, leaning his face very close to hers.
His expression showed without any filter madness, love, adoration, desire, idolatry. But also something dangerous and extremely dominant. Who was this man she brought home? Tears passed through the barrier of her pretty hazel eyes.
“L-…Leave please…please sir…” her words were interrupted between his hiccups and her feeling of terror.
Her feeling of fear doubled when she heard the audible laughter of the brown in front of her. A chilling, crazy laugh.
“Sir ?” he asked with the same sinister laugh. “I am no longer your love Linoa?” he added, making the black woman's stomach contract. “You can’t even imagine how happy you made me by saying it” he explained euphorically. “Can you say it again? Hm? Say it again little girl!” he hissed harshly, sliding his fingers around the young woman's dark neck, without applying pressure, enjoying the goosebumps forming there.
“Y-You were drugged it’s impossible-”
“I didn't drink your shit, pretty little Linoa” he cut in sharply, hooking his free hand on the arch of her back, pulling her closer to him. “You are so predictable.”
The young woman's heart stopped for half a second. The fear this man inspired in him grew with each second, with each revelation. She no longer knew why she wanted him for herself. She realized all too violently that she didn't actually know anything about him. But he seemed to know a thing or two about her.
“What’s wrong, my pearl?” he asked, leaning closer to her.
They were so close that each felt the other's breath on their faces. The jerky breathing of the young black girl on the milky skin of the singer who had the impression of finally breathing normally.
“You cry ?” he continued. “Disappointingly” his hand descended on the black girl's round buttock, more responsive than she would like. “Lingering there he barely suppressed a moan at the sensation, before stopping on her right hip. I thought you would only cry at your sixth orgasm, little girl” he added, delicately placing his lips on her cheeks where her tears were flowing, making the hazel eyes of the youngest by a few months open wide.
When he pulled back, she saw him pass his tongue over his lips, no doubt to collect the tears he had kissed away. Her tears redoubled. She would so much like to run away from this room, from this house, from him. But she was like pressed by her imposing aura which prevented her from making the slightest movement.
And that was without counting his grip on her neck and hip. Like a bird in the fowler's net. Her body shuddered despite herself when she felt her interlocutor's lips press against her right ear. She hadn't even seen him come closer.
“Seeing you squirm beneath me,” he continued, pressing her hip in his large left hand. “Screaming at me that it's way too much for your tiny body. But your pretty pussy,” he added, bringing her closer to his pelvis, “she will beg me to fuck her mercilessly. Damn I bet she fits so well around me Linoa.”
“I- Y… You’re just a sick person. Perverted at that” she sobbed. “Let me go” she continued, trying to push him away. “Will you-”
His sentence hung in the air as the Korean's fingers exerted a slight but sudden pressure around his neck. The pressure was enough to make her raise her head to meet his displeased gaze.
“Are you trying to annoy me, Linoa?” he asked darkly.
The look he gave her dissuaded her from any protest. The strength she had miraculously found to stand up to him dissipated as quickly as it had come.
“Huh?” he insisted.
She shook her head frantically in denial, making him hum contentedly in response. His smile softens along with his grip on his neck.
“You are so beautiful” he breathed, his eyes full of stars, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. “None of them ever deserved you” he added, a touch of anger settling in his dark eyes.
The young woman gave herself a mental slap to chase away her thoughts focused on the beautiful deep voice of her torment today more than yesterday. But his thoughts quickly turned to the gradually rising words. So she was unsure of herself and had a trembling voice as she tried to express herself.
“What are you talking about ?” she stammered.
Why was she seeing him when she had never done so before? To be honest, she didn't know either. He was so imposing that unconsciously Linoa suddenly found it disrespectful to address him as familiar. This distance irritated the brown but he remained patient. For now.
The singer released his hold on her, then gently took her hand in his larger one. He carefully led them towards the large bed of the owner of the house who had no choice but to follow him. She hadn't seen many, but enough to know that pissing him off was a terrible idea.
He sat down on the bed after moving away the chair he was sitting on earlier. Linoa wasn't sure what movements she should make and had questions. Her questions were interrupted by the large hand of the Korean who pulled her onto his left thigh before wrapping his arms around her.
“I'm talking about that guy who was hovering around you the day I saw you for the first time”, he began, resting his chin on the shoulder of the chilly young woman, “a kind of brainless jock from your college”. . “The one from your internship a year later.” “Ah!” he exclaimed, “and the one who invited you to his frat party before standing you up. Tss what a coward!!” he chuckled condescendingly. “A few blows and he drops the most beautiful thing in this world. Also the binoculars who thought he had a chance of approaching you without losing his pretty glasses that his mama gave him”, he finished, stifling a laugh.
The young woman's face fell as she heard these new revelations. She remembered everyone he mentioned perfectly. They all started by talking to him, creating affection between them before no longer speaking to him or even looking at him from one day to the next.
She still remembered the cruel lack of confidence she had to fight after experiencing this situation not once or twice. But enough to force her to hold on tightly when she wanted a person. Even if it means stepping outside the line of reasonableness.
“But how can you-”
“Well it’s simple”, he interrupted…again. “They all wanted something that was already promised elsewhere. You understand ?” he asked softly, moving his hand up to her cheek. “Huh my baby?” he let his hand fall absently - or not - on the young woman's thigh exposed by the roll-up of her dress.
“You!” he demanded firmly, squeezing her bare thigh between his long fingers. “You don't want your soul mate, Linoa,” his deep voice whispered against his shoulder.
The young woman sighed softly, closing her eyes to give herself more composure. Was she shocked by what he showed her? There was no doubt about it. Was she scared? Absolutely ! Was she angry? Yes. But did he have a monster effect on her? Fuck yes.
His voice, his fingers deliberately brushing her exposed skin, the look he gave her. Despite his inscrutable attitude, his eyes told him a lot of things.
“You were saying ?” he asked softly against her ear, bringing her out of her thoughts at the same time as her hairs stood on end.
“W… well y-you she stammers. “You made me understand that you come at night”, she paused, “when I am sleeping”.
She slowly turned her face to meet his attentive gaze. Her black hair lightly covered her equally black eyes which shone with adoration.
“Did… you do bad things to me while I was sleeping? ”she asked in an almost inaudible tone with a lump in her stomach as she searched his eyes.
She felt him tense at her words. Her heart sank and she immediately regretted her words when she saw the look of the young man in front of her. He wore an expression that was both hurt and imperceptibly panicked.
“What ? No. Hells no” he said with a frown. “I would never dare Linoa.”
“I-”
“Do you really believe me like that?” he continued with a pained pout on his face.
…she didn't say anything doubtful since he had proven to her in less than an hour that she didn't know him at all.
“Okay, I touched your breasts once” he admitted, looking perversely at her chest. “Just once” he insisted, catching her gaze again.
The young woman frowned, looking at him in shock. He said it like it was normal.
“But in my defense, I couldn't help it”, he said slightly defensively, seeing her outraged look as he raised both hands in the air. “It's you there too. What's the idea of wearing such a thin top when you point to my lightest touch? Even in your sleep” he added with a smirk as his hands returned to her waist and thigh.
“I never hurt you, my precious Linoa” he added, letting his eyes convince her. “I preferred to wait until it was you who begged me to take you” he whispered, tracing circles with his thumb against her thigh.
If Linoa could blush, she would already be crimson. He really wasn't short of air. But he also didn't fail to make her panties slightly damp with his voice and his touches. And that was without counting his look and his devastating physique.
“Who clings to me to satisfy your need for me to fuck you-“
Linoa's little hand pressed against the Korean's lips to silence him. He was surprised by his gesture but not by the shiver that covered him for such minimal contact. He had always reacted quickly when it came to her. He knew it well.
Once he recovered, he burst out laughing happily at the shocked expression of the incredulous young woman. Linoa's heart burned at this vision. He had a childish laugh that would make anyone’s heart sink. And even more so his.
“I-”
“Other questions ?” he said softly in an attempt to get her out of her embarrassment, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing.
Surprisingly the atmosphere relaxed as time passed. But according to the brown's wishes, the tension rose when she said something bad without necessarily meaning to.
“How did you know me?” asked a more relaxed Linoa.
“It was five years ago” he began, looking at her with his expression neutral again. “A year before our start. That day I made the decision to drop everything related to K-Pop. I just didn't want it anymore”, he said, answering the silent question of the young woman on his lap, seeing her facial expression.
“I see yes”, she encouraged gently.
The young woman tried to get off his thigh to sit on the bed but was immediately stopped by the singer's firm grip on her body. He gave her a stern look that made her stiffen.
“I was sitting on a bench in a park, my resignation letter in my hand when you walked past me. I thought I was hallucinating when I saw you. You were perfection incarnate Linoa” he praised, taking her hand and placing it against his heart. “The reaction of my heart immediately made me understand my crush on you. It was beating so fast that I thought I was having a heart attack at one point. I instantly fell in love with you in that moment… unconditionally. And the most surprising thing is that I follow Linoa a little more every day.”
The young woman's little hand tightened against the madly beating heart of her interlocutor who was looking at her with his eyes focused on her. His pounding heart caused his to violently jolt. He squeezed her hand a little tighter in his.
“You sat on a swing with a smile on your pretty lips” he narrated. “The scenery seemed to fit you and your little lime green dress perfectly. I hesitated for a long… really long time to come and talk to you. But you would have seen me at the time” he paused as if to repress the pain of that moment as if the events were from the day before, “I didn't deserve to talk to a girl as pretty as you.”
“So I looked at you, then my resignation letter, then you again. So I understood two things. That you deserved a person who could give you the world, first. Since, for us to finally be reunited, it had to be you who came to me, exactly like today. So I worked hard to make a name for myself. I knew it would be easy for you to find me with a public name. So I managed to reach the summit with my group to finally be closer to you. But if you want me to be completely honest, I don't think I deserve you even today. But for now, I really can't let you slip through my fingers, my love.”
He finished his sentence by placing his hand previously on his chest against his cheek before looking at her with a childish smile.
“You are my everything Linoa. I love you to death. I love you more than anything in the world, he whispered with his painfully loving gaze. You are my reason for living and I despair of love for you. If you end our relationship, I don't know what will become of me, Linoa,” he explained, his face neutral again. “But I know I can never let you go. Never Linoa, he insisted again on her first name.”
The young woman's heart, which had not stopped beating frantically, missed a beat before starting again with a vengeance. But what relationship? She felt a mix of contradictory feelings. She was scared but would be lying if she said these statements weren't what she'd wanted to hear for several weeks.
“I had to ask a homeless person to give you where to find me this evening, the same for the customer who brought you back to the meeting point with the homeless person” he recounted again.
The confusion, the fear, the cold sweats. The young woman experienced several sensations as the pieces of the puzzle came together.
I could smell you the second I walked into that club to“night. Lovely in your pretty pink Linoa dress, he said nonchalantly. I almost lost control, he took a deep breath as if to give himself restraint, even more so when you approached our table, he paused, when you leaned over, when you looked at me, said” he quietly, “or when you talked to others instead of talking to me,” he continued through gritted teeth. “You drive Me crazy”.
It was an understatement to say it.
“That night” he said with a smirk as if he were nostalgic. “This evening when it was finally the moment when you see me.” “I’m Park Seonghwa,” he imitated, watching the young woman’s expression fade. “Nobody says that, Linoa” he added, making fun of her, “you are so naive”. “I knew you would automatically react to my voice. Not only because you're predictable” he began, “but also because of how you react to my voice every night, right here in your sleep”. “Hmm what you could do to make me shiver and quiver just at the sound of my voice, little Linoa. I could have taken you there, in your sleep” he whispered, leaning closer to her.
“But how-”
“Of course I had to let you come to me my love” he cut in, appreciating her shocked expression. “But I knew perfectly well that you wouldn't be able to do it alone. You needed me. You need me Linoa.”
He stopped talking and looked at her facial features with indescribable concentration. His fingers let go of the black woman's hand that he held against his cheek, to brush a few strands of hair from his forehead.
“But I'm here now”, he breathed softly, letting his fingers slide down her face. “Forever my little Linoa.”
Why did he insist so much on his first name? She could read all the madness and sincerity in his eyes. His eyes were almost pleading as he silently asked her to love him the way he loved her. She was dying to give him what he asked for. But was it reasonable? She asked herself this question but did not know, at the moment, that Park Seonghwa always got everything he wanted. And he wanted her more than anything.
The new silence charged the air with electricity. They lost themselves in each other's eyes, Seonghwa more than her. He was propelled into the very sphere of all the adoration he had for her. Damn he loved her. Over all.
His fingers caressing her bronze skin higher and higher gradually reduced the black woman's common sense. The brown's eyes, shining with admiration, fluttered slowly as he drowned in hers. His touch on her thighs made the black girl's suddenly hard nipples visible through her light dress. He had said it. She pointed at the lightest of her touches.
The young man's breathing became heavy as he noticed the absence of a bra, at the same time as his hand passed under the fabric of the young woman's pastel pink dress. Surprised, she hurriedly grabbed his wrist. After this gesture, she stiffened, worried that she had irritated him. But his lustful gaze accessorized with his dilated pupils made it clear that he was in another world.
He tilted his head, then nestled his face in the neck in front of him before inhaling deeply her scent that he smelled every night but which made him a little crazier each time… literally. His lips pressed gently against her sensitive skin immediately creating a reaction from them.
“Linoa” he whispered in a burning tone as he brought her closer to him, helped by his left hand on her thin waist.
He kissed her neck sensually and his hand moved the one on her wrist to the base of her hair at the nape of her neck. He needed her to touch him. The young woman's sighs encouraging him, he firmly grabbed her thigh to bring her even closer, reducing the already non-existent space between them.
The black girl's breath hitched as he sank his teeth into her skin, damp from the assault his tongue brought upon it. A violent goosebumps covered the thin body of the ebony. The kisses against his neck became more demanding, leading the young man to tilt his partner's head for more access. He growled with pride at the sight of his skin covered in numerous purplish marks.
His grip tightened on her waist and thigh as he growled before diving back onto her neck. The tension of pure lust that emanated from him, since they were in this position, gradually seeped into the black girl's body.
Seonghwa's right hand passed in a gentle touch over the fabric of her dress. She went up along her thigh, her hip then over her waist, the curve of her breast, her collarbone before firmly grasping her chin between her long fingers. Without difficulty, he pulled her face towards his then voraciously caught her small lips between his.
A low growl left his chest at the first feeling of his lips against his. His senses were in effusion and the beating of his heart exploded the barometer. The happiness that filled his vital organ was beyond anything he could have thought, however great his imagination.
The young woman released a sigh of well-being while her fingers tightened in the male's onyx hair. Their mouths molded perfectly against each other, as if they had been made for each other.
The young woman's immediate responses immediately made her already burning lower abdomen contract. His clumsy movement excited the hungry brown more. Linoa let herself be gently charmed by his touch.
Their lips moved slowly against each other for a moment before Seonghwa shoved his tongue shamelessly into her mouth, exploring her like he owned her. The young woman's surprise made her sigh and her senses grew foggy. His free hand rested on the singer's chest to try to calm his wobbles. It was the brown's turn to shiver at this contact.
In the blink of an eye, Linoa found herself on her back. Her slight cry of surprise greatly amused the male above her. His crazy eyes scrutinized her. She was lying beneath him, her neck full of marks and her hair slightly tangled from their sudden encounter with his sheets. She was there, wide awake for him. Finally !
“Look at your pretty hair,” his deep voice said, grabbing a scrunchie from his nightstand next to the bed. They're all disheveled. But legitimately this time, he growled, skillfully gathering them into a high bun, as if he had been doing it all his life. Earlier you let someone else touch them. Right in front of me. You are so mean Linoa, he hissed with furrowed eyebrows.
“Huh… I-”
“Shh!” He ordered, placing his large hand over her mouth to silence her. “You deserve me to show you that you are only mine, little girl,” he concluded, running his tongue over the shell of her ear as he enjoyed the goosebumps forming there.
Suddenly reality hit her like a painful slap. She hadn't been with the man she loved for over a month. No. She was with a completely crazy manipulator who had schemed to get her to do crazy things.
She had to fight intensely against the feelings and sensations that should have left her the second she realized who he was. She closed her eyes tightly at the feeling of the Korean's large hand pushing her dress up her thigh. But determined to be sensible, she squirmed in protest and managed to sweep a hand across her face.
“No” she protested. “I don’t want. We… We can't do this,” she stammered.
The laugh, as amused as it was sinister, from his interlocutor echoing in the room made his blood run cold. He suddenly grabbed her jaw then locked his dark gaze into her hazel ones. The hint of irritation he was trying to calm was seen in his eyes, making the young black girl swallow.
“I can do whatever I wan”t, he said in his deep voice, “and I wanna fuck you. As if it was my last day on earth.”
As soon as he finished his sentence, he grabbed the fabric of her little dress at her thighs. With skillful pressure, he broke the fabric in two revealing the body covered only by the dark blue panties of the young woman with widened eyes. He wasted no time in ridding his body of the tattered dress which quickly met the ground. His eyes shone at his body. He did not see a naked body for carnal pleasure. He saw the woman he loved most in the world in her simplest form. And this sight filled his heart with love.
Anticipating his movement to hide, the brown grabbed his wrists as they rose before pinning them on either side of his head. He licked his lips, squinting at her small round breasts that he was seeing for the first time, while his breathing quickened. He had imagined them countless times, but the reality was much better.
“Don't hide your pretty breasts from me, baby” he whispered after leaning very close to her face. You are breathtaking. “Although I would have preferred you in your white lace panties.”
His hot breath tickled the lips of the black prisoner in his grip. A mischievous smile appeared on his handsome face at the sight of his reluctance. With incredible gentleness, he placed his lips on one of the cheeks of his reason for living, creating a shiver on his body, then on the other.
Gently, he let his vicious tongue trail over and between her parted lips before closing his white teeth on the lower lip. He then repeated the process several times, enjoying Linoa's trembling at his torture. She squeezed her thighs as discreetly as she could, trying to stop her arousal fluids. This action obviously did not escape Park.
“Do you want a kiss, my precious Linoa ?”
Rhetorical question ! He knew perfectly well she wanted him from her breathing frantically, her hardened nipples making him proud, her fists and thighs clenched. He delighted in this view. He delighted in her.
“I can’t hear you, little girl!” he exclaimed harshly, pulling on her lower lip with his teeth making her moan softly.
…“Yes”, she admitted, her voice choked with shame at admitting it.
Without being asked, the male crushed her lips against his in an urgent kiss. This kiss had nothing to do with the first one, although it was beastly. There he devoured her. Sucking, licking, tasting, biting his lips with indescribable greed. Their tongues found themselves in a wild dance as he dominated without difficulty.
Linoa gasped in surprise as she felt her tongue between her partner's lips. He sucked her voraciously, giving her no respite. The dark blue panties received abundant moisture from the black one, which had become uncontrollable. A groan escaped the idol as he worked to suck his tongue between his eager lips. Then shoved his into his mouth again.
Probably excited, he let go of her wrists and let his right hand grasp her thin bare waist. The young woman's alarming lack of air did not reach him as he could not stop. His tongue sought to go further and further into his mouth and he swallowed her squeals with pleasure.
The young woman had to use whatever strength she could muster to push him away using her hands beating rapidly on his chest. When he understood her distress, his lips moved down to her jaw line letting her inhale sharply in hopes of easing the burning in her lungs. This man was far too intense for his self-created inexperience.
He hurriedly moved past her neck before lovingly kissing the underside of her collarbones without lingering there. His goal was much lower. Arriving there, he kissed the roundness of her left breast while delicately grabbing the right, then sniffed her skin. He was kissing all around her hard nipples making her huff in frustration. His eyes moved back to his partner's pretty face.
“Look at me, little girl” he ordered in a voice that gave her no desire to disobey.
She slowly lowered her eyes to his. What she saw made her swallow. The glow in his dark eyes had changed, and something even darker suddenly emanated from him. This new attitude screamed at him to flee. But she just couldn't… no less than she wanted to.
His breathing hitched when the brown's tongue came into contact with his erect nipple. His satisfied gaze fixed on hers, he slowly turned it with his tongue while his left hand kneaded the other with less and less restraint.
His tongue caressed her nipple, circling it, pressing it to flatten it. His eyes locked with hers, he pulled it between his lips, then released it with a sharp noise. His hand twisted her erect nipple causing Linoa's small hand to rest on his.
He looked at the difference in size of their hands and found it cute how she was trying to 'stop' him from touching her breasts. His lips attacked her left nipple again. The black woman threw her head back when she felt his lips, but also his left hand suddenly rubbing against her wet panties.
The Korean's discontent did not last long. He grabbed her jaw harshly, forcing her to look at him. When he regained his full attention, he resumed the work of his lips on her breasts which he kissed in turn, while his fingers traced her slit through her wet panties.
When he had enough, he let go of his partner's jaw and went to kiss her stomach. He nibbled here and there, tenderly taking her slender waist in his large hands. The young woman's eyes followed her. She was still looking at him, even when he closed his eyes to kiss her stomach. His soft moans against her stomach making her clit twitch and her stomach heave frantically from her rapid breathing.
The black girl began to gesticulate when his kisses reached the line between her lower abdomen and her pubis. His grip on her waist had to tighten to keep her from moving too much. He chastely placed his lips on her pubic area, then lightly put pressure on her slit with his straight nose, making the ebony inhale sharply as she became very needy.
“You smell crazy good, Linoa” he murmured against the line of her lower abdomen.
Eyes closed, the brown delicately took her panties between his teeth before gently pulling on them. He opened his dark eyes to meet Linoa’s misty ones. He pulled a little more, revealing his pubes. The young woman raised her pelvis to help him remove the piece of fabric in a barely controlled rush. A monstrously sexy smirk took place on the male's magnificent face. With the help of both hands he removed the last fabric on his sweetheart's body.
He spread her thighs as viciously as slowly. His breath hitched and he gulped at the sight of the very core of her womanhood. His eyes darkened further. She had it all. To please him. It was pink, tight to the eye, alluring and perfectly moist. Just for him. Her tongue slyly passed over her pink lips while her eyes were locked on his glistening, throbbing sex. Big waves of embarrassment drowned the young black girl.
“S-Stop looking”, she stammers extremely embarrassed, “it’s embarrassing.”
“No” he simply laughed. “I like to take my time looking at my property.”
His long, slender fingers roamed her pubis without ever touching the place where she needed him most. Her frustrated sighs amused him but he necessarily needed her to agree with what he had just said. It was vital.
“Say it’s mine,” he ordered, looking up at her.
“I-I… I don't belong to anyone other than me”, she said, not at all sure of herself.
“I see”, he replied too calmly as his fingers left her pubis to touch her swollen lips in a very light movement, making the black woman moan more. “Is that why your pretty pussy is begging me to take care of her, little girl?”
His eyes watched his every expression. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't give in. So he stood up facing her after quickly removing his white t-shirt from his body. The sight he offered her almost made her moan, he was so well sculpted.
But the young woman did not have time to contemplate him any longer because of her wrists, which were pinned above her head in the blink of an eye, immobilized in the large left hand of her assailant. His breathing quickened at the sudden action. The large free hand grabbed one of her thighs to spread it further while the other was trapped between her knees.
He had maneuvered her body so that she couldn't move. And especially not closing your thighs. There was no escape.
“You still don't want to talk?” he asked with a smile that didn't bode well. Well that will change in a second little girl.
A moan of mixed surprise and pain escaped the young woman. She opened her eyes wide realizing that Seonghwa had just given her a harsh slap on her folds. But the most surprising thing was how receptive his body was to this act.
Another slap landed creating another groan. Pain and pleasure were mixed up in this situation and she didn't know where to turn. Between the slaps, he slowly let his index finger run between her folds, burying her under the abyss of pleasure.
“You never came to see me in my room, Linoa” he said sadly as his slaps lost restraint. Yet you were there, a slap, a moan. “I waited so long for you, every night. Was what was in your car more important than me? Hm? You are so naughty little girl”, he added, alternating between a slap and the passage of his index finger between her increasingly wet slit. “Is this pussy mine Linoa?!” he growled through gritted teeth as he moved ever closer to her face. Say it !!
“I can't” she simpered with teary eyes.
With each slap the pain increased a notch but she didn't understand how she could react with so much pleasure. The combination of slapping and caressing was driving her crazy. She understood that there was no way she could win against this man. She was most certainly his as he said.
He looked with nameless pleasure into her watery eyes. This vision made him even harder. This girl was the epitome of perfection. His own perfection.
“I said, say it! Is it mine or not?!”
“No ! Finally yes! Yes ! She's… yours” she said with difficulty, her throat tight, desperate for more.
“Do better,” he ordered against her lips, giving her another smack.
He saw the confusion on her face contorted with pain and pleasure and knew he had a lot to teach her. At the same time as another slap landed on the folds of the black woman needing more, he whispered “My name Linoa”. So wanting this torture to stop, she responded in a hurry.
“Seonghwa! Seonghwa she is yours!! She's all yours and no one else's” she said quickly as another slap shook her.
The male shuddered at hearing his first name said in this way by his universe. He hummed contentedly before finally stopping his slaps. He looked at her with satisfaction in his dark eyes, then placed the palm of his hand in front of Linoa making sure she saw what he wanted her to see.
“All wet. Just for Seonghwa” his deep voice said.
He pushed three of his fingers into his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as a lewd moan was heard. He had waited so long to feel her taste on his tongue. The wait had been worth it. It was the best thing that could have been.
The young woman twisted in embarrassment and looked away so as not to witness what he was doing. The Korean, however, did not agree. He grabbed her jaw with his free hand, freeing her wrists, then turned her face to hers, forcing her to look at him. He cleanly, in a hungry attitude, cleaned her fingers of her fluids, his pupils dilated in hers.
His embarrassment was slowly being replaced by wonder. How beautiful he was. From his most innocent behavior to the most obscene. This man was a real trap.
Like a beast he leaned between her legs which he spread wider. His lips attacked the inside of her thigh which he tormented until he was satisfied with his mark. Encouraged by the black girl's squeals, he continued his assault closer to the hollow of her thighs.
“You are exquisite, my little Linoa” he breathed sensually, his breath falling on the throbbing clitoris of his interlocutor making her shudder. “Give me more of you, please.”
The black girl was extremely frustrated. He mistreated her too much, from the start. She desperately needed him to do something. Anything.
“Seong-”
A long moan, cutting off his words, came to life on his peach-colored lips as the brown's tongue slowly swept along his slit. Electric pleasure washed over her as she gripped the sheets beneath her. He moaned in unison with her at the feeling of more of her like he had wanted for too long now. His lips kissed Linoa's glistening sex in a velvet caress.
His long, slender fingers tightened on her slender thighs as he plunged his tongue deeper between her swollen lips. The young woman's soft moans put him in a daze. She was squirming under the sudden stimulation. She didn't know if she preferred it when he frustrated her or what he was doing to her now.
Her moans became more regular as the brown's tongue searched her imperturbably. The vibrant pleasure in which the black woman was immersed pushed her to strongly grip the onyx hair of her tormentor, pulling it unconsciously. The contented grunt he emitted at this action brought her closer to the storm.
The intense and unprecedented pleasure that she felt pushed her quickly towards the precipice of her first orgasm. The male inserting his tongue into the young woman felt his release approaching. Her chest swelled with pride at her first self-induced orgasm. He therefore redoubled his ardor in his tongue movements until the explosion of his lover's orgasmic knot.
She felt it like a tidal wave. His toes curled at the same time as his fingers pulled on the singer's hair with violent goosebumps that covered his entire body glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The incessant movements against her intimacy allowed her to prolong her pleasure and she was grateful for it.
However, her orgasm-prolonging conclusion faded from her mind when she felt that the wet kisses against her folds had not lost their intensity. Rather, they had doubled in intensity. Her vision blurred and it wasn't long before another knot tugged at her. Her moans louder and louder, she delighted the man between her thighs.
He delighted in her taste, her smell, her noises, her body. He detached her lips for a few seconds, immediately replacing them with his fingers which were frantically rubbing her clit. His hungry black eyes wandered between her beautiful face with its features twisted by pleasure and her pussy which he took care of personally. At the sight of her private parts twice as wet as before, a hoarse moan escaped him despite his lip trapped between his white teeth.
Linoa's eyes moved down to look at him. He licked his fingers hungrily before returning to his buffet. This vision made the young woman moan and tighten her knot even more. It was one of the hottest paintings she had ever seen. A man so beautiful between her thighs and perfectly perverse for her.
She could see his long, thick, black eyelashes circling his closed eyes that showed how much he enjoyed what he was doing, the way he hollowed his cheeks to make sure he sucked every last drop of her. She felt his lewd moans making what he had called his property vibrate twice as much earlier.
Her moans grew even louder as her second orgasm erupted at the sudden pressure of the brown's teeth against her hypersensitive clit. Once again, he collected everything she greedily gave him. His tongue cleaning her slit voraciously.
The young woman's moans were almost like screams while her partner's mouth took on even more ardor. As if he was trying to swallow his soul through this torture.
“It's good to make you come loudly little girl”, he growled against her intimacy, sending her violent spasms. “But I'd rather see that pretty pussy squirt for me.”
Immediately after these words, he continued his over-stimulation in the utmost calm by keeping her thighs apart, which she was desperately trying to close. Linoa squirmed in every direction to try to escape the contact which was becoming too much for her. His pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful. Her pretty hazel eyes filled with tears and her throat stinged as she was so vocal.
“S-Seonghwa… too much… pity… pity it's too much,” she whined with all the difficulty possible.
The only response she got was a contented hum. As if having flipped a switch, he sucked more audibly and forcefully into the ebony's abused heart. She managed to noticeably move away from his mouth to give herself some respite. But a second later, Seonghwa pulled her closer to him with a growl, then started eating her again more vigorously.
The young woman saw stars above her head and her body trembled under the violent pleasure. She could only express what she felt through her loud moans and squirming. The male's large hands came to firmly grasp her waist to reduce her gesticulations. He sucked hard on her clit, moaning at the sensation.
The high-pitched moans signaled his arrival to the brown who alternated his tongue and his teeth on the erectile bud he was tormenting. An unconscious hum escaped him as he plunged his tongue far between the black girl's lips. Her body spasmed and her orgasm came louder and more abundant, going so far as to squirt on the chest of the young man with his chest swollen with pride.
His tongue lazily passed over her glistening folds and entrance, letting nothing escape him. He collected the fluids of his orgasm on the inside of her thighs, while the young woman panted desperate to regain her breath. Despite her blurred vision, she saw the young brown stand up on his legs then place his arm on his chin to eliminate his orgasm.
The little common sense he had left allowed him to be shocked at the action taken by the singer. He brought his arm in front of his face and eagerly ran his tongue over it, giving her a sly look. The haughty raise of his full eyebrows did not escape him either. His dark eyes still locked with hers, he casually unbuckled the waistband of his jeans.
His eyes lazily began to tease her marked neck, her equally purplish chest, her pretty stomach, the hollows of her exposed and crackling thighs before returning to his face. Her expression depicted ecstasy, exhaustion and plenty of the dizzying sensations she must be feeling. She looked like a woman who had been loved too much. He couldn't be more proud.
Linoa shivered as her partner's belt met the ground with a clank of metal. He took a step towards her, while his fingers were busy unbuttoning the button of his black jeans exposing the band of his Calvin Klein boxers.
“You make me die of wanting to take you until tomorrow, Lino”a, he said, getting rid of his jeans and his boxers in a single movement before placing one knee on the bed.
The young woman's breathing quickened again as her brain processed the impending events. A soft cry escaped her as she was pulled lower into the bed by his ankle, as he took his place between her thighs. Her surprised eyes fell on the charming smile he offered her while putting his arms on either side of her head.
Her black hair fell carelessly over her forehead and her lips were red from the activity previously performed. If she hadn't had the opportunity to observe all the features of his face earlier, too carried away by his revelations, she no longer missed a beat.
His beautiful dark eyes that looked at her like the eighth wonder of the world, his straight nose, his beautiful lips that she was dying to kiss again. The slight laugh that reached her made her understand that the brown had seen the way she was looking at him, embarrassing her as she looked away to the side.
The Korean frowned. He couldn't stand her paying attention to anything other than him. Her hazel eyes were only for him. A moan escaped the black woman at the sudden friction of their sensitive sexes. Her gaze rested on him again in search of understanding.
Satisfaction stretched the corner of his lips as he reiterated his action, more frankly. His lips regained possession of hers in a much softer kiss. He offered her a delectable sweetness. She felt so loved through this kiss that she couldn't stop giving herself even more to him. His thin arms wrapped around Seonghwa's neck.
His thin arms wrapped around Seonghwa's neck. This first real gesture of receptivity made the brown quiver violently quivering his right arm in the back of the black one. She helped him by rearing up to allow him to bring him closer to him. Friction and kiss suppressed whatever was left of him in reluctance.
Linoa's tongue, more daring, made her way into the young man's mouth, then wrapped her legs around her slim waist. He moans completely charmed by the receptivity of his sweet. Her neurons were almost burning at the thought of the young woman's enterprising behavior. He would be willing to submit if she asked him. He became painfully needy.
Flexibly dominating the language of the black, he maneuvered so as to position himself at his entrance. The young woman tensed and could not continue the kiss as he pushed her hips forward. A complaint of pain was heard in the young woman.
“Sorry, deeply inspired the brown in a sweetness she did not know. I beg your pardon my love” he said, putting his forehead against her temple.
He had to be violent so as not to move. hurting him was the last of his ambitions. He fought against his impulses, which increased the feeling of his wet and warm narrowness. Seeing her eyes fill with tears as she tried somehow to control herself, tore her heart.
To distract her, and he also in passing, her lips tenderly kissed her left temple, her cheekbones, snapped the lobe of her ears then cajoled her neck covered with hickeys. The young woman's fingers made their way between Seonghwa's black hair, which gently raised her head to meet her lustful eyes.
The electric desire in his eyes was the signal he needed. He could not prevent the birth of a playful smile on his lips. He sensually backed up his hips before advancing them at the same pace as his right hand grabbed his mistress's breast. The young woman sighed at the new pleasure she felt.
He was twice as intense as the one she felt earlier. The heavy gaze of the Korean flowed over her, and expressed to her all the desire he had for her. He watched with fascination with his facial expressions, applying himself to taking it sensually.
Her own eyes wouldn't be able to go anywhere but in her Onyx. She was moaning softly at her partner's movements, burying her face in the hollow of her neck. He grabbed his thigh with his left hand and then put it at his waist. The sensual rhythm they maintained closed a bubble of complicity and pure ecstasy around the two lovers.
The young man sighed in the neck of Linoa who saw his vision deteriorate to the sweet pleasure she felt. The knot that was beginning to be familiar to him appeared as his hands walked on the large back of the brown. She leaned her little strength on her back, prompting him to lie on her.
He understood his silent request and was not asked. They sighed to the skin-to-skin feeling even more palpable. The gentle hip movements of the male worked strongly on the more than imminent approach to the enjoyment of the young woman whose soft moans were closer.
His way of contracting around him told him that she was close to cum. He let his lascivious movements gradually drag the young woman into her orgasm. Feeling that she was suddenly exploding around him, he sat up to see his beautiful face writhing with pleasure and his few locks of frizzy hair that had escaped from his bun.
Her nonchalant movement allowed her to continue her high as she moaned a little louder, scratching her broad tanned shoulders. He groaned with satisfaction as he looked at her with his dilated pupils. He carefully withdrew from her and released her thigh, immediately creating a feeling of emptiness.
“Are you ok, my love?” he asked softly always above her.
She nodded softly, heavy breathing. His eyes were slightly foggy and his hands on his shoulders didn't seem to want to let the young man go.
“How are you feeling?” asked, putting his hand on his cheek.
“… It… it's okay”, she whispered again stunned.
“Good” he purred with a smile.
Her radiant smile warmed the young woman's heart. He had erased the anxiety that crooked his features to give way to a joyful childish pout.
“Because I'm not done with you little girl”, he said again his sadistic smile.
The young woman's heart missed a beat. She tried to formulate a coherent thought. But all she managed to do was take a deep breath of the new intrusion. Her eyes opened wide to the embarrassment she felt. Their hips touched. Which was not the case there were a few minutes. In fact he had just reached his guard for the first time.
The young woman could not achieve her length and thickness at the first opportunity. - Finished playing, declared his voice a more hoarse notch, withdrawing almost entirely to come back hard the next second. The young woman emitted a loud moan of pleasure and embarrassment mixed at the same time as her body was propelled upwards. She clung more to her shoulders to support herself.
The diabolically sexy smile plastered on Seonghwa's face taunted her as he inflicted slow but powerful blows at her. - Seonghwa, she whispered her eyelids heavy with desire. Her first name repeated in this way by her broke the last thread of lucidity that was left for the dark-haired man. He took a steady pace, accelerating his movements as the black moaned louder. The stage of his first time having passed, he could freely express his impulses and finally do everything he wanted to do to him.
He wasn't able to wait another day. Everything would be done tonight, between these four walls. Her hips gradually lost their restraint as he hammered her ruthlessly. His eyes were watching his damn expression. A real mess. She moaned louder and louder as she felt the friction of her partner's imposing limb against her walls. The more they played in the evening, the more she discovered different levels of pleasure that had nothing to do with each other. He hammered her mercilessly, propelling her body to the rhythm of her thrusts.
“Is it good?” asked the brown by accelerating his blows making their skins meet in an obscene noise. Hm?
The moans of the ebony prevented him from formulating a coherent sentence. She was just moaning like a mantra, the only first name she remembered.
“Tell Seonghwa how much you like it.”
He groaned his sentence hard, then slowly pushed his tongue from Linoa's chin to his temple. Leaving a trail of saliva all over the side of her face.
“Hmm, I want to start this again” he said before spreading his tongue over his face. “You are a delight. It doesn't matter which part of your body.”
As he beat inside her mercilessly, he took advantage of his moaning lips to push two of his long fingers into his mouth before pressing them on his tongue, then turning them in all directions. He brought them out shiny from the drool of the young woman lost in luxurious pleasure. He made sure to be on his elbow so as not to crush it before grabbing his jaw in his left hand to force him to ink his previously closed eyes in his family.
His crazy eyes greeted him with his same smirk. He took his two fingers shining from the young woman's saliva in her mouth making her hazelnuts wide open. He sucked them greedily between his lips as if it was his first meal in weeks. This vision, although strange made Linoa moan louder as she came loudly into her fifth orgasm. She hadn't even felt it coming. Quite the opposite of Seonghwa who had anticipated him even before she contracted around him.
He obviously did not stop his cattle blows. Rather, he pressed his two wet fingers against the young woman's clitoris before frantically stimulating him. The black's eyes filled with tears again. His pleasure was now far beyond his climax. It was a lot for her. His orgasm hadn't even come down when he attacked his pimple. This action had immediately created the preparation of a double orgasm. Linoa was already preparing psychologically to receive him. His eyes closed tightly as his moans became high-pitched cries.
But his pleasure, which had in the meantime skyrocketed, lost intensity. Her lover was still hammering her but he had put both hands on both sides of his head again with his face in the crook of his neck where he eagerly licked his sweat. This sudden descent gradually moved away her desired orgasm. Needy, she remembered how the Korean had done it and then passed her hand between their sweating bodies. Awkwardly, she tried to stimulate herself as he did. It was certainly not the same, but it was something.
Feeling his arm, Seonghwa sat up and his dark gaze immediately fell on his hand trying somehow to pursue what he had left behind. His eyebrows frowned with dissatisfaction. What was she playing? Was it the fifth wheel of the carriage? He grabbed his wrist firmly and pinned it above his head, causing it to moan in frustration.
“Why are you touching my pussy Linoa?!” he asked harshly. “Only me can touch her. Do you understand me?”
“Huh… But it's absurd-”
She didn't have time to finish her sentence, which she found herself on her stomach. A start escaped him from the sudden slap which he placed on his butt before he rushed up his pelvis. Thus, she was perfectly exposed to her goodwill. This new position created a warmth in the lower abdomen of the ebony. Despite her frustration, she always wanted it stronger. She was eager to see what he intended to do. She exhaled a loud moan as she felt a sharp blow.
“I'm going to fuck you so hard”, he said, grabbing her hips. Without greater ceremonies, the singer activated the destruction mode of his kidneys, hammering it twice as quickly. He took it from a new angle, which made her see unicorns in two seconds. She squealed smothered by the pillows under her face as he grumbled behind her.
“You want stimulation baby ”? he asked, passing his hand between his thighs. “Well look at me give it to you.”
Attaching the act to the word, her fingers rubbed relentlessly the bud of her lover who was moaning louder than she would have thought possible.
“I dreamed of taking you so much” he growled, feeling her contracting around him. “I imagined so many times fuck you again and again until your pussy carries the imprint of my cock indefinitely. But there Linoa is beyond all my expectations.”
Her fingers and tail giving her no respite, she quickly felt the almost lost knot tighten tightly in her lower abdomen. The free hand of her executioner grabbed her bun, pulling her back in a tight grip, so that she arched her back more while her hips, to everyone's surprise, redoubled their ardor.
“Does it feel good when I fuck you like that? hm linoa?” His deep voice questioned his ear after leaning over.
“Yes! Fuck yes seonghwa!!” she exclaimed hastily in a voice that was too high, making him hum in contentment. A more accessorized skilful pressure of her ruthless blows caused the orgasm, the most virulent of the evening, to explode, of the young woman. In a shrill cries she took advantage of her prolonged release by the brown's monster rod and her fingers against her clitoris. His screams, however, did not stop after a few minutes.
For good reason, the young man kissed her always with as much ardor without ceasing the frantic friction of her fingers on her clitoris. He made hoarse moans much less audible than those of the ebony.
“So happy with your stimulation little girl ?” he growled. “Or do you want more?” His hand pulled more on his bun until he put his head on his shoulder.
He made sure that his hoarse moans landed directly in the sweaty young woman's ear. The over-stimulation made the young woman cry for good. The great hand of the Korean grips his neck firmly, squeezing it without ever stopping to hammer it.
“S- Seonghwa”, she moaned with difficulty. “I can't take it anymore… Please… I'm tired” she whined.
She no longer knew where to turn her head between her violent thrusts, her fingers which gave her no respite, her virile sounds against her ear and holding her firm grip against her neck which sent her discharges throughout her body.
“Awn”, he said falsely compassionate. “My little princess needs to sleep?” asked his deep voice, his lips against his ear.
The young woman nodded frantically in the hope that he would stop. But everything she collected was a severe slap on her clitoris before the stimulation resumed even more. She had a very bad idea in wanting to accelerate her orgasm.
“Fuck Linoa!” he growled, feeling her tightly contract as if she wanted to swallow it.
It’s no surprise that she squirt again by over-stimulation in an unbearable cry to the human ear.
“Linoa Linoa”, he whispered in his ear without stopping his movements. “Look what you've done. You put it everywhere”, he added, lowering his hand from his neck to his left breast before pinching his nipple, which made it more difficult. “You want to make me want to eat you again, right ? ”The eyes of the concerned opened wide to what he had just said. He was literally dismantling it as much as his promise. She had lost her time for quite a while now. Her legs were shaking and wouldn't stand her anymore, but she knew it wasn't a loophole since he would be there to hold her in place. So she shook her head quickly to answer her question. She had the feeling that it could blow up at any time if she didn't answer him.
“…No… No Seonghwa… I’m sorry… My heart”, she said, passing her hand behind her to put it on her neck, hoping that her gesture and the nickname she had used would soften her. She felt a jerk of the young man at the same time as a shiver cover him.
His blows diminished their rhythm slightly and his fingers caressed her lasciviously along her slit. He suddenly became dependent on his touch and his attention. The young woman sighed at the little respite he offered her despite the fact that she is still moaning. The crazy sensations she felt gradually fell back.
The young brown let his head fall on his mistress's dark shoulder as his left arm passed around her in a desperate embrace. He took her with fervor but she could feel all the idolatry he was carrying her. His respite ended when the umpteenth orgasm of the evening approached. She was uttering desperately high cries, she didn't know how she went about not fainting with all that.
“Seonghwa!! Seonghwa I love you!!” She shouted as much because she was swept away by orgasm as it was true. Yes, he was manipulative and disturbed at the edges… just on the edges… but what could she be there. She loved him, it wasn't her choice. Whether she was called a Stockholm victim or a naive or even sick syndrome, she didn't care.
As she continued her enjoyment, her words got the better of the brown who was beaten by a violent orgasm that he had not seen coming. He growled against the neck of his reason for living, tightening his arm against her, determined not to let her go. He filled her with her hot charge as she continued her high in a long, high-pitched moan.
Slowly, he let their silhouettes run aground on Linoa's bed, then withdrew from her giving her all possible relief. He turned her in front of him and then covered their faces with the white cover below them. Their jerky breaths and shiny bodies testified to what was happening there was still a few seconds. The new solar rays, testifying to the new day, reflecting on Seonghwa's face gave him the appearance of a Greek god. His eyes shone with a thousand and one things.
“Linoa”, he whispered in a voice charged with emotion. Did-
“I love you Seonghwa”, she cut off after she came to her senses being perfectly aware of what she was saying. “Yes you did things that I don't like… But I can't help i-”
Seonghwa's lips landed in a caress on hers. He offered her a soft, deep kiss. He hadn't shown him his love in the best of ways and he was aware of it. He therefore hoped, through this kiss, to express to him all the veracity of his feelings. He loved her more than anything and he needed her to know.
“Marry me Linoa”, he said, detaching herself from her to look at her with a concentrating eyebrows.
The young woman looked at him confused, wondering if he was serious. She might be at risk, but she couldn't stop the audible laughter that escaped her. The singer was seized with a feeling of confusion and mixed pain.
“Listen Seonghwa”, she said, trying to calm down and creating a feeling of fear in her interlocutor. “It's a bit quick, isn't it? I don't know, ask me first to be your girlfriend?”
At the understanding of her last sentence, he did not understand why she said it was quick after five years of relationship. But he was happy despite everything and would take everything she gave him if it wasn't too long to relax. Glad she materializes their relationship in broad daylight, so he wouldn't complain anymore… for the moment.
“I love you dying my precious Linoa”, he whispered with his eyes closed as he fell asleep on the chest of the love of his life.
Warnings : MDNI, Toxic love, Yandere, Rough sex, Kidnapping, Dubcon, Unprotected sex (Please don't do this), Spanking, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, Obsession, Delusional. If I missed anything let me know.
A/N : I'm sorry if everything is not clear. I don't speak English at all, I just used Google translate. I really wanted to share this Smut. so I went for it.
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“I can't believe!!!” Linoa exclaimed, hugging the strongly but deliciously scented scarf to her chest.
She held Park Seonghwa's scarf in her hands. Seonghwa Park. The strong smell that emanated from it showed that he had a heavy hand on perfume. She found this detail adorable and was happy to learn more about him.
He had gotten up, forgetting her at the cafe table where he had been sitting earlier with the members of his boy band. Sitting on a table a little far from theirs, she scrutinized him as usual. But when she wanted to get back on the road to continue her session, the scarf stopped her. However, the main thing did not escape her as she rushed to get into her car and follow the group's… Seonghwa's.
Linoa was a young woman of 24, owner of her own business employing a multitude of people who lined her pockets. But above all, Linoa was obsessed and dedicated to her target. Commonly called sasaeng.
In his head, he needed to test the waters to prepare for his bright future with his soul mate. She didn't even realize that she was only taking her own feelings into account.
So on this momentum, he parked a few meters from the large residence of the Ateez group. He was so close but at the same time so far. Her pretty, discreetly made-up eyes scanned the surroundings. The sunlight reflected off an object that caught his eye.
Frowning, she walked out of the cabin towards said object. She was as discreet as possible so as not to attract anyone's attention. His eyes widened when he recognized the jewelry that was hanging from his other half's ear a few hours ago. She must have fallen under the brown's lack of attention.
She had narrowed her eyes at that earring, wanting so badly to remove it sensually with her lips while nibbling his earlobe, while he moaned deeply as he held her closer to him.
She bent down to retrieve the earring from her collection, then rushed to her car before grabbing her purse.
She took out her notebook and placed it within reach. Then she brutally searched her bag to find her pen. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at the thought of his bag swallowing all of his belongings. Finally, she grabbed her pencil instead.
July 6, 2022
My dear love,
I noticed during the two wonderful weeks I spent with you that you wore more perfume than necessary. Even if it's adorable, we should be light-hearted so as not to teach our children about waste.
I was also able to see your equally adorable clumsiness. Maybe it allows me to get things from you but you need to be more careful with your things my darling.
Don't worry about anything, we will be reunited very soon…
…Forever
…I promise you by my blood.
After that, she started her car and went home to complete her two-week-old collection. For two weeks, she had followed him night and day. For two weeks, she had lived only for him.
She had “met” him by chance in a very remote place in Seoul. She paid for her groceries while he walked behind her talking on the phone. Just hearing his voice made his heart jump in his chest.
The haste with which she turned to see who the voice belonged to was desperate. As soon as her eyes landed on him, there was a second flutter in his chest.
His mid-length black hair covered his forehead and his eyes but she saw his beauty perfectly. Her pretty pink lips. His straight nose, his magnificent cheekbones. His long eyelashes and perfectly trimmed eyebrows. It was unreal.
Linoa's ears rang slightly as she was stunned by the beauty of this person. Despite this, she heard the sweet name that left his captivating lips. Park Seonghwa. He said word for word “I am Park Seonghwa”.
A beautiful name that she would never forget. She remained motionless until he disappeared from her field of vision, leaving her full of various sensations. As soon as she regained consciousness, the young woman rushed in the direction where he had disappeared. But no-one.
Her first instinct, once home, was to search her name on the web. Her face lit up as she discovered his status as a public person which made her life easier when it came to finding him.
She spent a month and a half studying him online and watching for the slightest opportunity to see him again in real life. Opportunity that appeared to him two weeks ago.
Storing her new scarf and her earring in her trunk where she displayed the things she had managed to collect, she washed up on her bed. She had to get up early the next day to wait for the group outside their dormitory.
The next day did not take long to come. The slight breeze made her shiver as she realized that she had neither closed her bedroom window nor properly pulled the blanket up over her body. Again. She was so dizzy these last few days that she systematically forgot to close her window. And even when she thought she was, she wasn't.
The last days before she was finally reunited with her love were fast approaching. The day before, in the cafe where she had followed him, Seonghwa had passed very close to her while she was discreet. His telephone conversation did not even give him the opportunity to notice her.
He let his interlocutor know that at the end of the week, he would go out clubbing with the members to celebrate the end of filming Guerrilla. It was the perfect opportunity for her knowing that they would certainly privatize the place.
So she had to constantly follow them to find out more about the exact place and time. The young black girl also had to find a way to infiltrate the club. So that's what she did.
All day long, she had delighted in the way Seonghwa's thighs were perfectly molded in his skinny jeans, in his black hair that she wanted to mess up. Her lower lip was swollen and red, she had bitten it so much to contain her urge to jump on him.
The ebony hadn't been able to get anything out of her day of stalking and was very disappointed. He needed to know the location to put his plan in place. Her depression followed her to the group dormitory where she parked in her usual spot.
It was already dark, but she still hadn't moved. She was desperate for a way to find the location where the first phase of her plan would take place. Suddenly, a light bulb came on above his frizzy head. She grabbed her phone.
She knew that the Atinys would certainly help her find out the location of their little party. So she posted an announcement on the group's official fan page.
“I heard that at the end of the week Ateez would be meeting at We-Clos… any idea of their usual club?^^”
She casually left her phone in the passenger seat, grimacing at the disgusting Seonghwa fans who think they can have it. He was only hers and only needed her.
She hoped to receive a response by then. But she suspected that she most certainly wouldn't have it until the next day. So Linoa started her car and headed home. The end of the week was approaching and she couldn't miss the opportunity to have him all to herself. She wanted to take him home. Theirs.
Two days after his announcement, Linoa was urgently called to work. A very unhappy customer had requested a full refund of his purchases since the beginning of the year. A completely insane request.
The young woman was more than irritated. Not for the absurdity of the request, but rather because he had interrupted his time of day with his Park Seonghwa. She was about to pick up the silk handkerchief he had dropped when his emergency bell rang.
She would be willing to give him her business if he let her return to Seonghwa. After long minutes of complaining, the old man was escorted to the reimbursement department to explain his problem in a more calm manner
“What a waste of time !!” the black woman said indignantly, rushing towards the door of her business.
As soon as she was outside, the cold air hit her until she shivered. She was desperate. Since the announcement she had not had any response that interested her. Only “Oh the group is getting together??”; “I would really like to be with them”; “How do you know?” All incompetent. Incompetence and uselessness. This is the meaning of Atiny for her.
Even if she followed them that day, there would be no guarantee that she would be able to get in. She had to find a solution. And quick. Maybe she could…
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a person with a hood, probably a woman given his build, who almost violently stuck a sort of piece of paper against his stomach. The brute disappeared almost immediately into the crowd of people leaving.
“Hey!! What are you-“ And then it’s no use, she whispered, examining the piece of paper.
She read with annoyance what was on the paper. So boring ! An advertisement for a new restaurant that had just opened in Hongdae. She crumpled up the flyer as she walked to her car. She hoped to find Seonghwa where she left him before she was forced to leave.
But as she walked, something caught her attention. The writing on the back of the paper was difficult for her to see given how it was crumpled. His eyebrows furrowed as he saw small words that caught his attention more than they should.
She unfolded the piece of paper in a hurry as she reached her car, which she unlocked with a click before getting into it. All her attention was on the word once she put down her purse.
''Hi Atiny, I saw your post two days ago. I'm pretty sure their event is at the * club. Each time it closes it is because it is privatized by the group. I hope I helped you.
An Atiny sister^^‘’
A big smile lit up the beautiful ebony face.
'Not so useless' she thought.
She then started her car to head towards the place where the small party will take place. On Gagnam.
It was 7 p.m. when she parked in front of said club. And it was currently 11 p.m. So she had time to do three rounds of the owner. She knew all the exits, emergency exits, places where the cameras weren't filming…
She had even made friends with the bartender who did not fail to let her know that the boss was looking for a barmaid. Deeming her very friendly, he let her know that he hoped to work with her.
So her new and very useful mixed-race friend took her to the owner of the club who succumbed to her perfect charm act and hired her immediately.
“There is a popular group that will privatize the salon in two days, my little one”, he said to the much more attentive young woman. “Do you think you can start today? I know it's a bit of pressure ma-”
“I can do it !!!” she said hurriedly.
The boss and his new friend let out audible laughter at what they deemed an adorable, innocent and determined little girl.
All she had to do was go see the merchant we had told her about and it was perfect.
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That's it !!! Linoa was finally there. The final phase of his plan had arrived. She was standing at the bar, in the little sleeveless pastel pink dress that was her uniform. It perfectly highlighted her pretty slim silhouette, her hollow waist, her round buttocks defined by the arch of her back and her slightly present hips.
The group barely 20 meters from her. Seonghwa was right there. In the same room as her. Her heart was beating so fast that she could feel the pulsations in her ears.
It was a small event of around thirty people. In addition to the members, there was the president of the agency, their manager, their choreographer and the staff.
As soon as they arrived, she went to their table to give them the establishment card. She had deliberately positioned herself in front of the onyx-haired man. He had watched it start his heart like a generator, and he had offered a small, polite smile.
He looked beautiful with his black hair that fell in a slight layer on the sides of his head. The young man wore a white t-shirt and tight black jeans, accessorized with his traditional leather jacket. Perfectly edible.
She obviously hadn't had the love at first sight she had hoped for. But it was only a matter of time. At the end of this evening it would just be the two of us. Finally reunited.
He was laughing with his friends and looked so happy. The young woman wanted so badly that he only looked at her. She wanted to vomit thinking about how she wasn't the one making him laugh like that. She absentmindedly prepared the orders she had written down before leaving their table early.
With the orders ready, came the first phase of his plan. She glanced at the young man who did not care about her presence. The thought made his heart contract painfully. She carefully reached under the counter and grabbed the capsule she had placed there when she arrived.
Everything then happened very quickly. She put the substance in the capsule into Seonghwa's glass, then walked towards them. A deliberately benevolent smile plastered on her pretty face. She did the service, making sure not to make a mistake.
“You are so pretty, miss!!” Wooyoung exclaimed very excitedly.
Yes, it’s true, you look so beautiful with your voluminous hair, agreed an equally excited San, holding out a shy hand towards her. Can I touch ?
The other members seemed amused by Woosan's still explosive behavior. Their childish reactions genuinely made the black girl laugh, who leaned over slightly to allow San to touch her hair. They quickly exchanged a few more words before Linoa returned to her counter.
She quickly glanced at her soul mate hoping to see she didn't really know what. Acquiescence to the compliment that had been given to him… or perhaps even jealousy. But nothing. He didn't even look at her. What was happening on her phone seemed more interesting than her.
He deserved punishment. From the moment he was finally hers, that is to say in a few hours, she would punish him severely and teach him to look only at her. But in the meantime, she will wait for the effects of the drug she put in her drink. He had just taken the first sip.
“Perfect,” she said to herself
“Are you okay, Linoa?” questioned Guesung, the Korean-African bartender, placing his hand on his bare arm.
This action startled her. No surprise, but fear. She had sudden cold sweats. She couldn't explain why or how, but fear, the feeling of being watched, anxiety assailed her suddenly.
“Y- Yes it’s going great!!” she said, forcing a smile.
“Very well, I have to go to the reserve. I come back soon.”
“Okay” she replied, not more interested than that.
“Oh and by the way!” he began, turning around. “You look so cute in your dress.”
This compliment, although it did not come from Seonghwa, touched her. So it was with her first sincere smile since she had known him that she answered him.
Thank you, my darling, she said above the music, laughing slightly, pulling her interlocutor with her laughing.
He quickly disappeared into the corridor which led to the reserve and the back of the club. The black woman turned her attention to the black-haired man. A slight smile appeared on his pink lips as he saw the singer pass his hand over his face. He seemed uncomfortable.
“Are you okay, my darling?” She said to herself as she looked at him.
He pulled lightly on the collar of his t-shirt in search of more coolness. Hot flashes. The first effect of the drug he had been advised to take.
He slowly stood up after muttering a few words to his friends from the ebony's point of view. He was probably going to the bathroom to wash his face. Completely useless thing.
The young woman saw him disappear into the corridor before stifling a slight laugh. After he disappeared from her field of vision, the young woman found herself surrounded by five KQ ent employees who were in command here and there. She was very busy with requests but still kept an eye on the hallway, waiting for him to reappear.
After a good fifteen minutes, he finally reappeared with his leather jacket, which he had probably taken off in the bathroom, in his hand. Slightly staggering. Dizziness. The second effect. We had to act quickly now. She had to get him out of the club in the next few minutes if she didn't want to complicate her mission. She had barely escaped for the services of the five people earlier.
“But where the hell is Guesung?!” she asked irritated, trying as best she could to finish the service to free herself.
She handed her drink, probably a failure given her lack of experience, to the woman who had ordered it. But her attention seemed to be captivated by something else. His gaze shifted to the people around the woman. Everyone's attention was captured by a few things she didn't understand.
She put down the glass that no one cared about anymore as she looked at the members' table. Yunho whispered a few words to a Seonghwa who looked very bad before following suit with the other members who were heading towards the main entrance.
“What is happening ?” she asked her boss who rushed past with frowning eyebrows.
He did not answer her, and followed the crowd as they left. It wasn't until the DJ cut the music that she could hear the blaring sound of the ambulance siren. His eyebrows furrowed in incomprehension. In two minutes the room was empty. The young black girl started to head towards the main entrance to see what was going on.
She stopped in her tracks when she heard whining. Suddenly everything came back to him. She almost got distracted. What a mistake !! Plus the opportunity was perfect. She turned around to see him standing. He was there. Right in front of her. In his white t-shirt, black jeans and boots of the same color.
“Help me, miss,” he whispered, his head in his hand, throwing himself into the wolf’s mouth. Please, he whined.
She saw him moving towards the corridor where he had disappeared earlier.
“What's happening to you, sir?” she asked falsely worried as she rushed towards him.
She took the opportunity to place her hand on his arm. This contact that she had dreamed of for more than a month created a profound exhilaration in her.
“Help me…” he said with difficulty.
The young woman rushed to the seat where he was, grabbing her leather jacket before heading towards him. It would be a shame not to see him in it again. It suits him so well. She helped him move by directing him towards the back of the club where his car was parked.
She pulled him into her car. The poor man had no choice but to follow her given the state in which she had deliberately put him. He was moving forward without suspecting the danger. She felt her weight sag as they moved forward.
The young woman made him sit on the passenger side to keep an eye on him during the trip. He shouldn't have fallen asleep. It was physically impossible for her to carry him from her car inside her house.
“Don’t fall asleep, my love,” she said, patting her thigh with one hand and holding the steering wheel with the other. We are almost there.
The young man's head wobbled in all directions. The moment of the third and final effect had arrived. Loss of consciousness.
Fortunately, he was still moving a little when the car pulled into the driveway of his house. She parked as close to the front door as possible.
She grabbed her jacket from the back seat, then rushed to the young man's side to open his door. She whispered encouraging words to him as she put her arm over his shoulder so he could lean on her.
Long minutes of exercises had passed. But now they were upstairs. Seonghwa installed on a chair next to Linoa's bed, who was trying to tie her hands behind her back with one of her scarves. He had lost consciousness just as she had placed him on the chair, his head tilted forward.
Finishing tying him up, the young woman began to wonder what she could do by the time he woke up, probably the next day. She was not able to sleep with Le Park Seonghwa in her room. It was simply impossible.
" I finally succeeded.” she exclaimed, picking up the young man's black leather jacket which had fallen to the ground while trying to seat him on the chair.
As he retrieved the jacket, the sound of something hitting the ground caught his attention. She bent down to pick up the object…
“What is…”
It was a pen. A black pen engraved with initials.
Flashback
She took out her notebook and placed it within reach. Then she roughly searched her bag to find her pen. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at his bag swallowing all his belongings. Finally she grabbed her pencil instead.
Incomprehension and obliging curiosity, his fingers began to feel around the pockets of the jacket before diving into a pocket. She took out a blue barrette. Not just any one.
Her hair barrette that she received for her 16th birthday from her father. She still remembered the pain she felt when she lost him two years ago.
“What the fuck ?”
She turned slowly and carefully to face the limp body of the man she had kidnapped. She felt cold sweat running down her back as she saw him there in the darkness. The room was only illuminated by the moon's rays.
Suddenly the black woman's stomach contracted in fear. His figure was moving. Like slight jerks up and down. Then a light laugh reached his ears. His heart began to pound and an unpleasant shiver covered his body.
The laughter became more audible as his body moved more honestly at the same pace. He raised his head and burst out laughing in earnest, locking his dark eyes into those of the terrified young woman. There was nothing angelic about his laugh, quite the contrary.
“Good evening, my little Linoa” he said in his dark voice after calming down. “You took a long time.”
He said the last sentence as he stood up from his chair, as he let the scarf previously tied on his wrist meet the floor. The young woman was frozen. She couldn't move anymore. Her legs trembled in the face of the man who was moving slowly towards her.
“Why did it take you so long?” asked his dark voice. “It's because of him ?!” he continued with furrowed brows. “Huh little girl?!”
Why did you let him touch you when only I could do it, he continued, still moving towards her. Hm?
The young woman didn't understand a word he said. Who was he talking about? She wanted to ask him so much, but the painful lump in her throat took away her ability to speak.
“I had another diversion planned, you know my love?” he narrated, smiling slightly at her with a dreamy expression plastered on his handsome face. “Knowing full well that you would have no way of bringing me with you if I didn't intervene.”
“But that asshole bartender became the perfect opportunity,” he added with a sick smile on his face as his tongue briefly passed over her lower lip.
Guesung? What was he doing there? Suddenly the young woman remembered that she had not seen him since he went to the reserve. His fear increased when he thought that perhaps it had something to do with the ambulance that had emptied the room.
“You have no idea how enjoyable it was to take away his fucking satisfied expression after you dared to give him a nickname that was rightfully mine”, he went from an expression of ecstasy to a look of pure anger from the beginning to the end of his sentence. “Hit him again and again…and again!!!! Until he saw his blood flowing,” he continued, his teeth gritted with rage. “It was the only way for him to atone for his sins for even daring to lay his dirty paws on what is mine.”
His moods were constantly changing. She was facing a madman. And she was really, really scared.
He scrutinized every little detail of her body, from the smallest hair to the soles of her feet with a chilling concentration. He only stopped his steps when their busts touched. As they did so, a pleasant well-being passed through them and a shiver covered them from head to toe. He towered over her by at least a head.
When he raised his hand to her face, the young black girl stiffened with apprehension but also with an incomprehensible impatience. How can I say that this man was disturbing… and attractive?
“It's so good to be able to touch you while your pretty eyes are open and looking at me” he breathed with a calmer tone, gently caressing her face. “My precious Linoa.”
What ?! What did he mean by talking about his eyes being open? A deeper terror seized the young woman. What was she getting into? She was dying to get help. His eyes stung as tears threatened to fall.
Flashback
The next day did not take long to come. The slight breeze made her shiver as she realized that she had neither closed her bedroom window nor properly pulled the blanket up over her body. Again. She was so dizzy these last few days that she systematically forgot to close her window. And even when she thought she was, she wasn't.
“I-I… Wh-”, she tried, her voice trembling as she felt her legs becoming feverish and her throat tightening further.
“It’s very annoying when you close your windows, you know, my precious Linoa” he interrupted“. It really hurts me. Sometimes I even have the impression that you don't want to let me into your room” he said, looking at her sadly. “But when I see you, I realize how real it is between us. Especially when I see the things I left for you, proudly displayed in the room” he continued with a smirk, letting his large hand slide up to her neck. “You are so pretty” he added, looking far into her eyes.
She shuddered pleasantly at his touch, but was swallowed up by the overflow of information assailing her. What did he want to talk about? She was the one pulling the strings from the start. No ? What could possibly have happened?!
“You must be wondering what's going on”he continued, stifling an amused laugh, ignoring her frightened expression.
As if he was reading her thoughts.
“What if you let me explain?” he questioned, leaning his face very close to hers.
His expression showed without any filter madness, love, adoration, desire, idolatry. But also something dangerous and extremely dominant. Who was this man she brought home? Tears passed through the barrier of her pretty hazel eyes.
“L-…Leave please…please sir…” her words were interrupted between his hiccups and her feeling of terror.
Her feeling of fear doubled when she heard the audible laughter of the brown in front of her. A chilling, crazy laugh.
“Sir ?” he asked with the same sinister laugh. “I am no longer your love Linoa?” he added, making the black woman's stomach contract. “You can’t even imagine how happy you made me by saying it” he explained euphorically. “Can you say it again? Hm? Say it again little girl!” he hissed harshly, sliding his fingers around the young woman's dark neck, without applying pressure, enjoying the goosebumps forming there.
“Y-You were drugged it’s impossible-”
“I didn't drink your shit, pretty little Linoa” he cut in sharply, hooking his free hand on the arch of her back, pulling her closer to him. “You are so predictable.”
The young woman's heart stopped for half a second. The fear this man inspired in him grew with each second, with each revelation. She no longer knew why she wanted him for herself. She realized all too violently that she didn't actually know anything about him. But he seemed to know a thing or two about her.
“What’s wrong, my pearl?” he asked, leaning closer to her.
They were so close that each felt the other's breath on their faces. The jerky breathing of the young black girl on the milky skin of the singer who had the impression of finally breathing normally.
“You cry ?” he continued. “Disappointingly” his hand descended on the black girl's round buttock, more responsive than she would like. “Lingering there he barely suppressed a moan at the sensation, before stopping on her right hip. I thought you would only cry at your sixth orgasm, little girl” he added, delicately placing his lips on her cheeks where her tears were flowing, making the hazel eyes of the youngest by a few months open wide.
When he pulled back, she saw him pass his tongue over his lips, no doubt to collect the tears he had kissed away. Her tears redoubled. She would so much like to run away from this room, from this house, from him. But she was like pressed by her imposing aura which prevented her from making the slightest movement.
And that was without counting his grip on her neck and hip. Like a bird in the fowler's net. Her body shuddered despite herself when she felt her interlocutor's lips press against her right ear. She hadn't even seen him come closer.
“Seeing you squirm beneath me,” he continued, pressing her hip in his large left hand. “Screaming at me that it's way too much for your tiny body. But your pretty pussy,” he added, bringing her closer to his pelvis, “she will beg me to fuck her mercilessly. Damn I bet she fits so well around me Linoa.”
“I- Y… You’re just a sick person. Perverted at that” she sobbed. “Let me go” she continued, trying to push him away. “Will you-”
His sentence hung in the air as the Korean's fingers exerted a slight but sudden pressure around his neck. The pressure was enough to make her raise her head to meet his displeased gaze.
“Are you trying to annoy me, Linoa?” he asked darkly.
The look he gave her dissuaded her from any protest. The strength she had miraculously found to stand up to him dissipated as quickly as it had come.
“Huh?” he insisted.
She shook her head frantically in denial, making him hum contentedly in response. His smile softens along with his grip on his neck.
“You are so beautiful” he breathed, his eyes full of stars, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. “None of them ever deserved you” he added, a touch of anger settling in his dark eyes.
The young woman gave herself a mental slap to chase away her thoughts focused on the beautiful deep voice of her torment today more than yesterday. But his thoughts quickly turned to the gradually rising words. So she was unsure of herself and had a trembling voice as she tried to express herself.
“What are you talking about ?” she stammered.
Why was she seeing him when she had never done so before? To be honest, she didn't know either. He was so imposing that unconsciously Linoa suddenly found it disrespectful to address him as familiar. This distance irritated the brown but he remained patient. For now.
The singer released his hold on her, then gently took her hand in his larger one. He carefully led them towards the large bed of the owner of the house who had no choice but to follow him. She hadn't seen many, but enough to know that pissing him off was a terrible idea.
He sat down on the bed after moving away the chair he was sitting on earlier. Linoa wasn't sure what movements she should make and had questions. Her questions were interrupted by the large hand of the Korean who pulled her onto his left thigh before wrapping his arms around her.
“I'm talking about that guy who was hovering around you the day I saw you for the first time”, he began, resting his chin on the shoulder of the chilly young woman, “a kind of brainless jock from your college”. . “The one from your internship a year later.” “Ah!” he exclaimed, “and the one who invited you to his frat party before standing you up. Tss what a coward!!” he chuckled condescendingly. “A few blows and he drops the most beautiful thing in this world. Also the binoculars who thought he had a chance of approaching you without losing his pretty glasses that his mama gave him”, he finished, stifling a laugh.
The young woman's face fell as she heard these new revelations. She remembered everyone he mentioned perfectly. They all started by talking to him, creating affection between them before no longer speaking to him or even looking at him from one day to the next.
She still remembered the cruel lack of confidence she had to fight after experiencing this situation not once or twice. But enough to force her to hold on tightly when she wanted a person. Even if it means stepping outside the line of reasonableness.
“But how can you-”
“Well it’s simple”, he interrupted…again. “They all wanted something that was already promised elsewhere. You understand ?” he asked softly, moving his hand up to her cheek. “Huh my baby?” he let his hand fall absently - or not - on the young woman's thigh exposed by the roll-up of her dress.
“You!” he demanded firmly, squeezing her bare thigh between his long fingers. “You don't want your soul mate, Linoa,” his deep voice whispered against his shoulder.
The young woman sighed softly, closing her eyes to give herself more composure. Was she shocked by what he showed her? There was no doubt about it. Was she scared? Absolutely ! Was she angry? Yes. But did he have a monster effect on her? Fuck yes.
His voice, his fingers deliberately brushing her exposed skin, the look he gave her. Despite his inscrutable attitude, his eyes told him a lot of things.
“You were saying ?” he asked softly against her ear, bringing her out of her thoughts at the same time as her hairs stood on end.
“W… well y-you she stammers. “You made me understand that you come at night”, she paused, “when I am sleeping”.
She slowly turned her face to meet his attentive gaze. Her black hair lightly covered her equally black eyes which shone with adoration.
“Did… you do bad things to me while I was sleeping? ”she asked in an almost inaudible tone with a lump in her stomach as she searched his eyes.
She felt him tense at her words. Her heart sank and she immediately regretted her words when she saw the look of the young man in front of her. He wore an expression that was both hurt and imperceptibly panicked.
“What ? No. Hells no” he said with a frown. “I would never dare Linoa.”
“I-”
“Do you really believe me like that?” he continued with a pained pout on his face.
…she didn't say anything doubtful since he had proven to her in less than an hour that she didn't know him at all.
“Okay, I touched your breasts once” he admitted, looking perversely at her chest. “Just once” he insisted, catching her gaze again.
The young woman frowned, looking at him in shock. He said it like it was normal.
“But in my defense, I couldn't help it”, he said slightly defensively, seeing her outraged look as he raised both hands in the air. “It's you there too. What's the idea of wearing such a thin top when you point to my lightest touch? Even in your sleep” he added with a smirk as his hands returned to her waist and thigh.
“I never hurt you, my precious Linoa” he added, letting his eyes convince her. “I preferred to wait until it was you who begged me to take you” he whispered, tracing circles with his thumb against her thigh.
If Linoa could blush, she would already be crimson. He really wasn't short of air. But he also didn't fail to make her panties slightly damp with his voice and his touches. And that was without counting his look and his devastating physique.
“Who clings to me to satisfy your need for me to fuck you-“
Linoa's little hand pressed against the Korean's lips to silence him. He was surprised by his gesture but not by the shiver that covered him for such minimal contact. He had always reacted quickly when it came to her. He knew it well.
Once he recovered, he burst out laughing happily at the shocked expression of the incredulous young woman. Linoa's heart burned at this vision. He had a childish laugh that would make anyone’s heart sink. And even more so his.
“I-”
“Other questions ?” he said softly in an attempt to get her out of her embarrassment, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing.
Surprisingly the atmosphere relaxed as time passed. But according to the brown's wishes, the tension rose when she said something bad without necessarily meaning to.
“How did you know me?” asked a more relaxed Linoa.
“It was five years ago” he began, looking at her with his expression neutral again. “A year before our start. That day I made the decision to drop everything related to K-Pop. I just didn't want it anymore”, he said, answering the silent question of the young woman on his lap, seeing her facial expression.
“I see yes”, she encouraged gently.
The young woman tried to get off his thigh to sit on the bed but was immediately stopped by the singer's firm grip on her body. He gave her a stern look that made her stiffen.
“I was sitting on a bench in a park, my resignation letter in my hand when you walked past me. I thought I was hallucinating when I saw you. You were perfection incarnate Linoa” he praised, taking her hand and placing it against his heart. “The reaction of my heart immediately made me understand my crush on you. It was beating so fast that I thought I was having a heart attack at one point. I instantly fell in love with you in that moment… unconditionally. And the most surprising thing is that I follow Linoa a little more every day.”
The young woman's little hand tightened against the madly beating heart of her interlocutor who was looking at her with his eyes focused on her. His pounding heart caused his to violently jolt. He squeezed her hand a little tighter in his.
“You sat on a swing with a smile on your pretty lips” he narrated. “The scenery seemed to fit you and your little lime green dress perfectly. I hesitated for a long… really long time to come and talk to you. But you would have seen me at the time” he paused as if to repress the pain of that moment as if the events were from the day before, “I didn't deserve to talk to a girl as pretty as you.”
“So I looked at you, then my resignation letter, then you again. So I understood two things. That you deserved a person who could give you the world, first. Since, for us to finally be reunited, it had to be you who came to me, exactly like today. So I worked hard to make a name for myself. I knew it would be easy for you to find me with a public name. So I managed to reach the summit with my group to finally be closer to you. But if you want me to be completely honest, I don't think I deserve you even today. But for now, I really can't let you slip through my fingers, my love.”
He finished his sentence by placing his hand previously on his chest against his cheek before looking at her with a childish smile.
“You are my everything Linoa. I love you to death. I love you more than anything in the world, he whispered with his painfully loving gaze. You are my reason for living and I despair of love for you. If you end our relationship, I don't know what will become of me, Linoa,” he explained, his face neutral again. “But I know I can never let you go. Never Linoa, he insisted again on her first name.”
The young woman's heart, which had not stopped beating frantically, missed a beat before starting again with a vengeance. But what relationship? She felt a mix of contradictory feelings. She was scared but would be lying if she said these statements weren't what she'd wanted to hear for several weeks.
“I had to ask a homeless person to give you where to find me this evening, the same for the customer who brought you back to the meeting point with the homeless person” he recounted again.
The confusion, the fear, the cold sweats. The young woman experienced several sensations as the pieces of the puzzle came together.
I could smell you the second I walked into that club to“night. Lovely in your pretty pink Linoa dress, he said nonchalantly. I almost lost control, he took a deep breath as if to give himself restraint, even more so when you approached our table, he paused, when you leaned over, when you looked at me, said” he quietly, “or when you talked to others instead of talking to me,” he continued through gritted teeth. “You drive Me crazy”.
It was an understatement to say it.
“That night” he said with a smirk as if he were nostalgic. “This evening when it was finally the moment when you see me.” “I’m Park Seonghwa,” he imitated, watching the young woman’s expression fade. “Nobody says that, Linoa” he added, making fun of her, “you are so naive”. “I knew you would automatically react to my voice. Not only because you're predictable” he began, “but also because of how you react to my voice every night, right here in your sleep”. “Hmm what you could do to make me shiver and quiver just at the sound of my voice, little Linoa. I could have taken you there, in your sleep” he whispered, leaning closer to her.
“But how-”
“Of course I had to let you come to me my love” he cut in, appreciating her shocked expression. “But I knew perfectly well that you wouldn't be able to do it alone. You needed me. You need me Linoa.”
He stopped talking and looked at her facial features with indescribable concentration. His fingers let go of the black woman's hand that he held against his cheek, to brush a few strands of hair from his forehead.
“But I'm here now”, he breathed softly, letting his fingers slide down her face. “Forever my little Linoa.”
Why did he insist so much on his first name? She could read all the madness and sincerity in his eyes. His eyes were almost pleading as he silently asked her to love him the way he loved her. She was dying to give him what he asked for. But was it reasonable? She asked herself this question but did not know, at the moment, that Park Seonghwa always got everything he wanted. And he wanted her more than anything.
The new silence charged the air with electricity. They lost themselves in each other's eyes, Seonghwa more than her. He was propelled into the very sphere of all the adoration he had for her. Damn he loved her. Over all.
His fingers caressing her bronze skin higher and higher gradually reduced the black woman's common sense. The brown's eyes, shining with admiration, fluttered slowly as he drowned in hers. His touch on her thighs made the black girl's suddenly hard nipples visible through her light dress. He had said it. She pointed at the lightest of her touches.
The young man's breathing became heavy as he noticed the absence of a bra, at the same time as his hand passed under the fabric of the young woman's pastel pink dress. Surprised, she hurriedly grabbed his wrist. After this gesture, she stiffened, worried that she had irritated him. But his lustful gaze accessorized with his dilated pupils made it clear that he was in another world.
He tilted his head, then nestled his face in the neck in front of him before inhaling deeply her scent that he smelled every night but which made him a little crazier each time… literally. His lips pressed gently against her sensitive skin immediately creating a reaction from them.
“Linoa” he whispered in a burning tone as he brought her closer to him, helped by his left hand on her thin waist.
He kissed her neck sensually and his hand moved the one on her wrist to the base of her hair at the nape of her neck. He needed her to touch him. The young woman's sighs encouraging him, he firmly grabbed her thigh to bring her even closer, reducing the already non-existent space between them.
The black girl's breath hitched as he sank his teeth into her skin, damp from the assault his tongue brought upon it. A violent goosebumps covered the thin body of the ebony. The kisses against his neck became more demanding, leading the young man to tilt his partner's head for more access. He growled with pride at the sight of his skin covered in numerous purplish marks.
His grip tightened on her waist and thigh as he growled before diving back onto her neck. The tension of pure lust that emanated from him, since they were in this position, gradually seeped into the black girl's body.
Seonghwa's right hand passed in a gentle touch over the fabric of her dress. She went up along her thigh, her hip then over her waist, the curve of her breast, her collarbone before firmly grasping her chin between her long fingers. Without difficulty, he pulled her face towards his then voraciously caught her small lips between his.
A low growl left his chest at the first feeling of his lips against his. His senses were in effusion and the beating of his heart exploded the barometer. The happiness that filled his vital organ was beyond anything he could have thought, however great his imagination.
The young woman released a sigh of well-being while her fingers tightened in the male's onyx hair. Their mouths molded perfectly against each other, as if they had been made for each other.
The young woman's immediate responses immediately made her already burning lower abdomen contract. His clumsy movement excited the hungry brown more. Linoa let herself be gently charmed by his touch.
Their lips moved slowly against each other for a moment before Seonghwa shoved his tongue shamelessly into her mouth, exploring her like he owned her. The young woman's surprise made her sigh and her senses grew foggy. His free hand rested on the singer's chest to try to calm his wobbles. It was the brown's turn to shiver at this contact.
In the blink of an eye, Linoa found herself on her back. Her slight cry of surprise greatly amused the male above her. His crazy eyes scrutinized her. She was lying beneath him, her neck full of marks and her hair slightly tangled from their sudden encounter with his sheets. She was there, wide awake for him. Finally !
“Look at your pretty hair,” his deep voice said, grabbing a scrunchie from his nightstand next to the bed. They're all disheveled. But legitimately this time, he growled, skillfully gathering them into a high bun, as if he had been doing it all his life. Earlier you let someone else touch them. Right in front of me. You are so mean Linoa, he hissed with furrowed eyebrows.
“Huh… I-”
“Shh!” He ordered, placing his large hand over her mouth to silence her. “You deserve me to show you that you are only mine, little girl,” he concluded, running his tongue over the shell of her ear as he enjoyed the goosebumps forming there.
Suddenly reality hit her like a painful slap. She hadn't been with the man she loved for over a month. No. She was with a completely crazy manipulator who had schemed to get her to do crazy things.
She had to fight intensely against the feelings and sensations that should have left her the second she realized who he was. She closed her eyes tightly at the feeling of the Korean's large hand pushing her dress up her thigh. But determined to be sensible, she squirmed in protest and managed to sweep a hand across her face.
“No” she protested. “I don’t want. We… We can't do this,” she stammered.
The laugh, as amused as it was sinister, from his interlocutor echoing in the room made his blood run cold. He suddenly grabbed her jaw then locked his dark gaze into her hazel ones. The hint of irritation he was trying to calm was seen in his eyes, making the young black girl swallow.
“I can do whatever I wan”t, he said in his deep voice, “and I wanna fuck you. As if it was my last day on earth.”
As soon as he finished his sentence, he grabbed the fabric of her little dress at her thighs. With skillful pressure, he broke the fabric in two revealing the body covered only by the dark blue panties of the young woman with widened eyes. He wasted no time in ridding his body of the tattered dress which quickly met the ground. His eyes shone at his body. He did not see a naked body for carnal pleasure. He saw the woman he loved most in the world in her simplest form. And this sight filled his heart with love.
Anticipating his movement to hide, the brown grabbed his wrists as they rose before pinning them on either side of his head. He licked his lips, squinting at her small round breasts that he was seeing for the first time, while his breathing quickened. He had imagined them countless times, but the reality was much better.
“Don't hide your pretty breasts from me, baby” he whispered after leaning very close to her face. You are breathtaking. “Although I would have preferred you in your white lace panties.”
His hot breath tickled the lips of the black prisoner in his grip. A mischievous smile appeared on his handsome face at the sight of his reluctance. With incredible gentleness, he placed his lips on one of the cheeks of his reason for living, creating a shiver on his body, then on the other.
Gently, he let his vicious tongue trail over and between her parted lips before closing his white teeth on the lower lip. He then repeated the process several times, enjoying Linoa's trembling at his torture. She squeezed her thighs as discreetly as she could, trying to stop her arousal fluids. This action obviously did not escape Park.
“Do you want a kiss, my precious Linoa ?”
Rhetorical question ! He knew perfectly well she wanted him from her breathing frantically, her hardened nipples making him proud, her fists and thighs clenched. He delighted in this view. He delighted in her.
“I can’t hear you, little girl!” he exclaimed harshly, pulling on her lower lip with his teeth making her moan softly.
…“Yes”, she admitted, her voice choked with shame at admitting it.
Without being asked, the male crushed her lips against his in an urgent kiss. This kiss had nothing to do with the first one, although it was beastly. There he devoured her. Sucking, licking, tasting, biting his lips with indescribable greed. Their tongues found themselves in a wild dance as he dominated without difficulty.
Linoa gasped in surprise as she felt her tongue between her partner's lips. He sucked her voraciously, giving her no respite. The dark blue panties received abundant moisture from the black one, which had become uncontrollable. A groan escaped the idol as he worked to suck his tongue between his eager lips. Then shoved his into his mouth again.
Probably excited, he let go of her wrists and let his right hand grasp her thin bare waist. The young woman's alarming lack of air did not reach him as he could not stop. His tongue sought to go further and further into his mouth and he swallowed her squeals with pleasure.
The young woman had to use whatever strength she could muster to push him away using her hands beating rapidly on his chest. When he understood her distress, his lips moved down to her jaw line letting her inhale sharply in hopes of easing the burning in her lungs. This man was far too intense for his self-created inexperience.
He hurriedly moved past her neck before lovingly kissing the underside of her collarbones without lingering there. His goal was much lower. Arriving there, he kissed the roundness of her left breast while delicately grabbing the right, then sniffed her skin. He was kissing all around her hard nipples making her huff in frustration. His eyes moved back to his partner's pretty face.
“Look at me, little girl” he ordered in a voice that gave her no desire to disobey.
She slowly lowered her eyes to his. What she saw made her swallow. The glow in his dark eyes had changed, and something even darker suddenly emanated from him. This new attitude screamed at him to flee. But she just couldn't… no less than she wanted to.
His breathing hitched when the brown's tongue came into contact with his erect nipple. His satisfied gaze fixed on hers, he slowly turned it with his tongue while his left hand kneaded the other with less and less restraint.
His tongue caressed her nipple, circling it, pressing it to flatten it. His eyes locked with hers, he pulled it between his lips, then released it with a sharp noise. His hand twisted her erect nipple causing Linoa's small hand to rest on his.
He looked at the difference in size of their hands and found it cute how she was trying to 'stop' him from touching her breasts. His lips attacked her left nipple again. The black woman threw her head back when she felt his lips, but also his left hand suddenly rubbing against her wet panties.
The Korean's discontent did not last long. He grabbed her jaw harshly, forcing her to look at him. When he regained his full attention, he resumed the work of his lips on her breasts which he kissed in turn, while his fingers traced her slit through her wet panties.
When he had enough, he let go of his partner's jaw and went to kiss her stomach. He nibbled here and there, tenderly taking her slender waist in his large hands. The young woman's eyes followed her. She was still looking at him, even when he closed his eyes to kiss her stomach. His soft moans against her stomach making her clit twitch and her stomach heave frantically from her rapid breathing.
The black girl began to gesticulate when his kisses reached the line between her lower abdomen and her pubis. His grip on her waist had to tighten to keep her from moving too much. He chastely placed his lips on her pubic area, then lightly put pressure on her slit with his straight nose, making the ebony inhale sharply as she became very needy.
“You smell crazy good, Linoa” he murmured against the line of her lower abdomen.
Eyes closed, the brown delicately took her panties between his teeth before gently pulling on them. He opened his dark eyes to meet Linoa’s misty ones. He pulled a little more, revealing his pubes. The young woman raised her pelvis to help him remove the piece of fabric in a barely controlled rush. A monstrously sexy smirk took place on the male's magnificent face. With the help of both hands he removed the last fabric on his sweetheart's body.
He spread her thighs as viciously as slowly. His breath hitched and he gulped at the sight of the very core of her womanhood. His eyes darkened further. She had it all. To please him. It was pink, tight to the eye, alluring and perfectly moist. Just for him. Her tongue slyly passed over her pink lips while her eyes were locked on his glistening, throbbing sex. Big waves of embarrassment drowned the young black girl.
“S-Stop looking”, she stammers extremely embarrassed, “it’s embarrassing.”
“No” he simply laughed. “I like to take my time looking at my property.”
His long, slender fingers roamed her pubis without ever touching the place where she needed him most. Her frustrated sighs amused him but he necessarily needed her to agree with what he had just said. It was vital.
“Say it’s mine,” he ordered, looking up at her.
“I-I… I don't belong to anyone other than me”, she said, not at all sure of herself.
“I see”, he replied too calmly as his fingers left her pubis to touch her swollen lips in a very light movement, making the black woman moan more. “Is that why your pretty pussy is begging me to take care of her, little girl?”
His eyes watched his every expression. He knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't give in. So he stood up facing her after quickly removing his white t-shirt from his body. The sight he offered her almost made her moan, he was so well sculpted.
But the young woman did not have time to contemplate him any longer because of her wrists, which were pinned above her head in the blink of an eye, immobilized in the large left hand of her assailant. His breathing quickened at the sudden action. The large free hand grabbed one of her thighs to spread it further while the other was trapped between her knees.
He had maneuvered her body so that she couldn't move. And especially not closing your thighs. There was no escape.
“You still don't want to talk?” he asked with a smile that didn't bode well. Well that will change in a second little girl.
A moan of mixed surprise and pain escaped the young woman. She opened her eyes wide realizing that Seonghwa had just given her a harsh slap on her folds. But the most surprising thing was how receptive his body was to this act.
Another slap landed creating another groan. Pain and pleasure were mixed up in this situation and she didn't know where to turn. Between the slaps, he slowly let his index finger run between her folds, burying her under the abyss of pleasure.
“You never came to see me in my room, Linoa” he said sadly as his slaps lost restraint. Yet you were there, a slap, a moan. “I waited so long for you, every night. Was what was in your car more important than me? Hm? You are so naughty little girl”, he added, alternating between a slap and the passage of his index finger between her increasingly wet slit. “Is this pussy mine Linoa?!” he growled through gritted teeth as he moved ever closer to her face. Say it !!
“I can't” she simpered with teary eyes.
With each slap the pain increased a notch but she didn't understand how she could react with so much pleasure. The combination of slapping and caressing was driving her crazy. She understood that there was no way she could win against this man. She was most certainly his as he said.
He looked with nameless pleasure into her watery eyes. This vision made him even harder. This girl was the epitome of perfection. His own perfection.
“I said, say it! Is it mine or not?!”
“No ! Finally yes! Yes ! She's… yours” she said with difficulty, her throat tight, desperate for more.
“Do better,” he ordered against her lips, giving her another smack.
He saw the confusion on her face contorted with pain and pleasure and knew he had a lot to teach her. At the same time as another slap landed on the folds of the black woman needing more, he whispered “My name Linoa”. So wanting this torture to stop, she responded in a hurry.
“Seonghwa! Seonghwa she is yours!! She's all yours and no one else's” she said quickly as another slap shook her.
The male shuddered at hearing his first name said in this way by his universe. He hummed contentedly before finally stopping his slaps. He looked at her with satisfaction in his dark eyes, then placed the palm of his hand in front of Linoa making sure she saw what he wanted her to see.
“All wet. Just for Seonghwa” his deep voice said.
He pushed three of his fingers into his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as a lewd moan was heard. He had waited so long to feel her taste on his tongue. The wait had been worth it. It was the best thing that could have been.
The young woman twisted in embarrassment and looked away so as not to witness what he was doing. The Korean, however, did not agree. He grabbed her jaw with his free hand, freeing her wrists, then turned her face to hers, forcing her to look at him. He cleanly, in a hungry attitude, cleaned her fingers of her fluids, his pupils dilated in hers.
His embarrassment was slowly being replaced by wonder. How beautiful he was. From his most innocent behavior to the most obscene. This man was a real trap.
Like a beast he leaned between her legs which he spread wider. His lips attacked the inside of her thigh which he tormented until he was satisfied with his mark. Encouraged by the black girl's squeals, he continued his assault closer to the hollow of her thighs.
“You are exquisite, my little Linoa” he breathed sensually, his breath falling on the throbbing clitoris of his interlocutor making her shudder. “Give me more of you, please.”
The black girl was extremely frustrated. He mistreated her too much, from the start. She desperately needed him to do something. Anything.
“Seong-”
A long moan, cutting off his words, came to life on his peach-colored lips as the brown's tongue slowly swept along his slit. Electric pleasure washed over her as she gripped the sheets beneath her. He moaned in unison with her at the feeling of more of her like he had wanted for too long now. His lips kissed Linoa's glistening sex in a velvet caress.
His long, slender fingers tightened on her slender thighs as he plunged his tongue deeper between her swollen lips. The young woman's soft moans put him in a daze. She was squirming under the sudden stimulation. She didn't know if she preferred it when he frustrated her or what he was doing to her now.
Her moans became more regular as the brown's tongue searched her imperturbably. The vibrant pleasure in which the black woman was immersed pushed her to strongly grip the onyx hair of her tormentor, pulling it unconsciously. The contented grunt he emitted at this action brought her closer to the storm.
The intense and unprecedented pleasure that she felt pushed her quickly towards the precipice of her first orgasm. The male inserting his tongue into the young woman felt his release approaching. Her chest swelled with pride at her first self-induced orgasm. He therefore redoubled his ardor in his tongue movements until the explosion of his lover's orgasmic knot.
She felt it like a tidal wave. His toes curled at the same time as his fingers pulled on the singer's hair with violent goosebumps that covered his entire body glistening with a thin layer of sweat. The incessant movements against her intimacy allowed her to prolong her pleasure and she was grateful for it.
However, her orgasm-prolonging conclusion faded from her mind when she felt that the wet kisses against her folds had not lost their intensity. Rather, they had doubled in intensity. Her vision blurred and it wasn't long before another knot tugged at her. Her moans louder and louder, she delighted the man between her thighs.
He delighted in her taste, her smell, her noises, her body. He detached her lips for a few seconds, immediately replacing them with his fingers which were frantically rubbing her clit. His hungry black eyes wandered between her beautiful face with its features twisted by pleasure and her pussy which he took care of personally. At the sight of her private parts twice as wet as before, a hoarse moan escaped him despite his lip trapped between his white teeth.
Linoa's eyes moved down to look at him. He licked his fingers hungrily before returning to his buffet. This vision made the young woman moan and tighten her knot even more. It was one of the hottest paintings she had ever seen. A man so beautiful between her thighs and perfectly perverse for her.
She could see his long, thick, black eyelashes circling his closed eyes that showed how much he enjoyed what he was doing, the way he hollowed his cheeks to make sure he sucked every last drop of her. She felt his lewd moans making what he had called his property vibrate twice as much earlier.
Her moans grew even louder as her second orgasm erupted at the sudden pressure of the brown's teeth against her hypersensitive clit. Once again, he collected everything she greedily gave him. His tongue cleaning her slit voraciously.
The young woman's moans were almost like screams while her partner's mouth took on even more ardor. As if he was trying to swallow his soul through this torture.
“It's good to make you come loudly little girl”, he growled against her intimacy, sending her violent spasms. “But I'd rather see that pretty pussy squirt for me.”
Immediately after these words, he continued his over-stimulation in the utmost calm by keeping her thighs apart, which she was desperately trying to close. Linoa squirmed in every direction to try to escape the contact which was becoming too much for her. His pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful. Her pretty hazel eyes filled with tears and her throat stinged as she was so vocal.
“S-Seonghwa… too much… pity… pity it's too much,” she whined with all the difficulty possible.
The only response she got was a contented hum. As if having flipped a switch, he sucked more audibly and forcefully into the ebony's abused heart. She managed to noticeably move away from his mouth to give herself some respite. But a second later, Seonghwa pulled her closer to him with a growl, then started eating her again more vigorously.
The young woman saw stars above her head and her body trembled under the violent pleasure. She could only express what she felt through her loud moans and squirming. The male's large hands came to firmly grasp her waist to reduce her gesticulations. He sucked hard on her clit, moaning at the sensation.
The high-pitched moans signaled his arrival to the brown who alternated his tongue and his teeth on the erectile bud he was tormenting. An unconscious hum escaped him as he plunged his tongue far between the black girl's lips. Her body spasmed and her orgasm came louder and more abundant, going so far as to squirt on the chest of the young man with his chest swollen with pride.
His tongue lazily passed over her glistening folds and entrance, letting nothing escape him. He collected the fluids of his orgasm on the inside of her thighs, while the young woman panted desperate to regain her breath. Despite her blurred vision, she saw the young brown stand up on his legs then place his arm on his chin to eliminate his orgasm.
The little common sense he had left allowed him to be shocked at the action taken by the singer. He brought his arm in front of his face and eagerly ran his tongue over it, giving her a sly look. The haughty raise of his full eyebrows did not escape him either. His dark eyes still locked with hers, he casually unbuckled the waistband of his jeans.
His eyes lazily began to tease her marked neck, her equally purplish chest, her pretty stomach, the hollows of her exposed and crackling thighs before returning to his face. Her expression depicted ecstasy, exhaustion and plenty of the dizzying sensations she must be feeling. She looked like a woman who had been loved too much. He couldn't be more proud.
Linoa shivered as her partner's belt met the ground with a clank of metal. He took a step towards her, while his fingers were busy unbuttoning the button of his black jeans exposing the band of his Calvin Klein boxers.
“You make me die of wanting to take you until tomorrow, Lino”a, he said, getting rid of his jeans and his boxers in a single movement before placing one knee on the bed.
The young woman's breathing quickened again as her brain processed the impending events. A soft cry escaped her as she was pulled lower into the bed by his ankle, as he took his place between her thighs. Her surprised eyes fell on the charming smile he offered her while putting his arms on either side of her head.
Her black hair fell carelessly over her forehead and her lips were red from the activity previously performed. If she hadn't had the opportunity to observe all the features of his face earlier, too carried away by his revelations, she no longer missed a beat.
His beautiful dark eyes that looked at her like the eighth wonder of the world, his straight nose, his beautiful lips that she was dying to kiss again. The slight laugh that reached her made her understand that the brown had seen the way she was looking at him, embarrassing her as she looked away to the side.
The Korean frowned. He couldn't stand her paying attention to anything other than him. Her hazel eyes were only for him. A moan escaped the black woman at the sudden friction of their sensitive sexes. Her gaze rested on him again in search of understanding.
Satisfaction stretched the corner of his lips as he reiterated his action, more frankly. His lips regained possession of hers in a much softer kiss. He offered her a delectable sweetness. She felt so loved through this kiss that she couldn't stop giving herself even more to him. His thin arms wrapped around Seonghwa's neck.
His thin arms wrapped around Seonghwa's neck. This first real gesture of receptivity made the brown quiver violently quivering his right arm in the back of the black one. She helped him by rearing up to allow him to bring him closer to him. Friction and kiss suppressed whatever was left of him in reluctance.
Linoa's tongue, more daring, made her way into the young man's mouth, then wrapped her legs around her slim waist. He moans completely charmed by the receptivity of his sweet. Her neurons were almost burning at the thought of the young woman's enterprising behavior. He would be willing to submit if she asked him. He became painfully needy.
Flexibly dominating the language of the black, he maneuvered so as to position himself at his entrance. The young woman tensed and could not continue the kiss as he pushed her hips forward. A complaint of pain was heard in the young woman.
“Sorry, deeply inspired the brown in a sweetness she did not know. I beg your pardon my love” he said, putting his forehead against her temple.
He had to be violent so as not to move. hurting him was the last of his ambitions. He fought against his impulses, which increased the feeling of his wet and warm narrowness. Seeing her eyes fill with tears as she tried somehow to control herself, tore her heart.
To distract her, and he also in passing, her lips tenderly kissed her left temple, her cheekbones, snapped the lobe of her ears then cajoled her neck covered with hickeys. The young woman's fingers made their way between Seonghwa's black hair, which gently raised her head to meet her lustful eyes.
The electric desire in his eyes was the signal he needed. He could not prevent the birth of a playful smile on his lips. He sensually backed up his hips before advancing them at the same pace as his right hand grabbed his mistress's breast. The young woman sighed at the new pleasure she felt.
He was twice as intense as the one she felt earlier. The heavy gaze of the Korean flowed over her, and expressed to her all the desire he had for her. He watched with fascination with his facial expressions, applying himself to taking it sensually.
Her own eyes wouldn't be able to go anywhere but in her Onyx. She was moaning softly at her partner's movements, burying her face in the hollow of her neck. He grabbed his thigh with his left hand and then put it at his waist. The sensual rhythm they maintained closed a bubble of complicity and pure ecstasy around the two lovers.
The young man sighed in the neck of Linoa who saw his vision deteriorate to the sweet pleasure she felt. The knot that was beginning to be familiar to him appeared as his hands walked on the large back of the brown. She leaned her little strength on her back, prompting him to lie on her.
He understood his silent request and was not asked. They sighed to the skin-to-skin feeling even more palpable. The gentle hip movements of the male worked strongly on the more than imminent approach to the enjoyment of the young woman whose soft moans were closer.
His way of contracting around him told him that she was close to cum. He let his lascivious movements gradually drag the young woman into her orgasm. Feeling that she was suddenly exploding around him, he sat up to see his beautiful face writhing with pleasure and his few locks of frizzy hair that had escaped from his bun.
Her nonchalant movement allowed her to continue her high as she moaned a little louder, scratching her broad tanned shoulders. He groaned with satisfaction as he looked at her with his dilated pupils. He carefully withdrew from her and released her thigh, immediately creating a feeling of emptiness.
“Are you ok, my love?” he asked softly always above her.
She nodded softly, heavy breathing. His eyes were slightly foggy and his hands on his shoulders didn't seem to want to let the young man go.
“How are you feeling?” asked, putting his hand on his cheek.
“… It… it's okay”, she whispered again stunned.
“Good” he purred with a smile.
Her radiant smile warmed the young woman's heart. He had erased the anxiety that crooked his features to give way to a joyful childish pout.
“Because I'm not done with you little girl”, he said again his sadistic smile.
The young woman's heart missed a beat. She tried to formulate a coherent thought. But all she managed to do was take a deep breath of the new intrusion. Her eyes opened wide to the embarrassment she felt. Their hips touched. Which was not the case there were a few minutes. In fact he had just reached his guard for the first time.
The young woman could not achieve her length and thickness at the first opportunity. - Finished playing, declared his voice a more hoarse notch, withdrawing almost entirely to come back hard the next second. The young woman emitted a loud moan of pleasure and embarrassment mixed at the same time as her body was propelled upwards. She clung more to her shoulders to support herself.
The diabolically sexy smile plastered on Seonghwa's face taunted her as he inflicted slow but powerful blows at her. - Seonghwa, she whispered her eyelids heavy with desire. Her first name repeated in this way by her broke the last thread of lucidity that was left for the dark-haired man. He took a steady pace, accelerating his movements as the black moaned louder. The stage of his first time having passed, he could freely express his impulses and finally do everything he wanted to do to him.
He wasn't able to wait another day. Everything would be done tonight, between these four walls. Her hips gradually lost their restraint as he hammered her ruthlessly. His eyes were watching his damn expression. A real mess. She moaned louder and louder as she felt the friction of her partner's imposing limb against her walls. The more they played in the evening, the more she discovered different levels of pleasure that had nothing to do with each other. He hammered her mercilessly, propelling her body to the rhythm of her thrusts.
“Is it good?” asked the brown by accelerating his blows making their skins meet in an obscene noise. Hm?
The moans of the ebony prevented him from formulating a coherent sentence. She was just moaning like a mantra, the only first name she remembered.
“Tell Seonghwa how much you like it.”
He groaned his sentence hard, then slowly pushed his tongue from Linoa's chin to his temple. Leaving a trail of saliva all over the side of her face.
“Hmm, I want to start this again” he said before spreading his tongue over his face. “You are a delight. It doesn't matter which part of your body.”
As he beat inside her mercilessly, he took advantage of his moaning lips to push two of his long fingers into his mouth before pressing them on his tongue, then turning them in all directions. He brought them out shiny from the drool of the young woman lost in luxurious pleasure. He made sure to be on his elbow so as not to crush it before grabbing his jaw in his left hand to force him to ink his previously closed eyes in his family.
His crazy eyes greeted him with his same smirk. He took his two fingers shining from the young woman's saliva in her mouth making her hazelnuts wide open. He sucked them greedily between his lips as if it was his first meal in weeks. This vision, although strange made Linoa moan louder as she came loudly into her fifth orgasm. She hadn't even felt it coming. Quite the opposite of Seonghwa who had anticipated him even before she contracted around him.
He obviously did not stop his cattle blows. Rather, he pressed his two wet fingers against the young woman's clitoris before frantically stimulating him. The black's eyes filled with tears again. His pleasure was now far beyond his climax. It was a lot for her. His orgasm hadn't even come down when he attacked his pimple. This action had immediately created the preparation of a double orgasm. Linoa was already preparing psychologically to receive him. His eyes closed tightly as his moans became high-pitched cries.
But his pleasure, which had in the meantime skyrocketed, lost intensity. Her lover was still hammering her but he had put both hands on both sides of his head again with his face in the crook of his neck where he eagerly licked his sweat. This sudden descent gradually moved away her desired orgasm. Needy, she remembered how the Korean had done it and then passed her hand between their sweating bodies. Awkwardly, she tried to stimulate herself as he did. It was certainly not the same, but it was something.
Feeling his arm, Seonghwa sat up and his dark gaze immediately fell on his hand trying somehow to pursue what he had left behind. His eyebrows frowned with dissatisfaction. What was she playing? Was it the fifth wheel of the carriage? He grabbed his wrist firmly and pinned it above his head, causing it to moan in frustration.
“Why are you touching my pussy Linoa?!” he asked harshly. “Only me can touch her. Do you understand me?”
“Huh… But it's absurd-”
She didn't have time to finish her sentence, which she found herself on her stomach. A start escaped him from the sudden slap which he placed on his butt before he rushed up his pelvis. Thus, she was perfectly exposed to her goodwill. This new position created a warmth in the lower abdomen of the ebony. Despite her frustration, she always wanted it stronger. She was eager to see what he intended to do. She exhaled a loud moan as she felt a sharp blow.
“I'm going to fuck you so hard”, he said, grabbing her hips. Without greater ceremonies, the singer activated the destruction mode of his kidneys, hammering it twice as quickly. He took it from a new angle, which made her see unicorns in two seconds. She squealed smothered by the pillows under her face as he grumbled behind her.
“You want stimulation baby ”? he asked, passing his hand between his thighs. “Well look at me give it to you.”
Attaching the act to the word, her fingers rubbed relentlessly the bud of her lover who was moaning louder than she would have thought possible.
“I dreamed of taking you so much” he growled, feeling her contracting around him. “I imagined so many times fuck you again and again until your pussy carries the imprint of my cock indefinitely. But there Linoa is beyond all my expectations.”
Her fingers and tail giving her no respite, she quickly felt the almost lost knot tighten tightly in her lower abdomen. The free hand of her executioner grabbed her bun, pulling her back in a tight grip, so that she arched her back more while her hips, to everyone's surprise, redoubled their ardor.
“Does it feel good when I fuck you like that? hm linoa?” His deep voice questioned his ear after leaning over.
“Yes! Fuck yes seonghwa!!” she exclaimed hastily in a voice that was too high, making him hum in contentment. A more accessorized skilful pressure of her ruthless blows caused the orgasm, the most virulent of the evening, to explode, of the young woman. In a shrill cries she took advantage of her prolonged release by the brown's monster rod and her fingers against her clitoris. His screams, however, did not stop after a few minutes.
For good reason, the young man kissed her always with as much ardor without ceasing the frantic friction of her fingers on her clitoris. He made hoarse moans much less audible than those of the ebony.
“So happy with your stimulation little girl ?” he growled. “Or do you want more?” His hand pulled more on his bun until he put his head on his shoulder.
He made sure that his hoarse moans landed directly in the sweaty young woman's ear. The over-stimulation made the young woman cry for good. The great hand of the Korean grips his neck firmly, squeezing it without ever stopping to hammer it.
“S- Seonghwa”, she moaned with difficulty. “I can't take it anymore… Please… I'm tired” she whined.
She no longer knew where to turn her head between her violent thrusts, her fingers which gave her no respite, her virile sounds against her ear and holding her firm grip against her neck which sent her discharges throughout her body.
“Awn”, he said falsely compassionate. “My little princess needs to sleep?” asked his deep voice, his lips against his ear.
The young woman nodded frantically in the hope that he would stop. But everything she collected was a severe slap on her clitoris before the stimulation resumed even more. She had a very bad idea in wanting to accelerate her orgasm.
“Fuck Linoa!” he growled, feeling her tightly contract as if she wanted to swallow it.
It’s no surprise that she squirt again by over-stimulation in an unbearable cry to the human ear.
“Linoa Linoa”, he whispered in his ear without stopping his movements. “Look what you've done. You put it everywhere”, he added, lowering his hand from his neck to his left breast before pinching his nipple, which made it more difficult. “You want to make me want to eat you again, right ? ”The eyes of the concerned opened wide to what he had just said. He was literally dismantling it as much as his promise. She had lost her time for quite a while now. Her legs were shaking and wouldn't stand her anymore, but she knew it wasn't a loophole since he would be there to hold her in place. So she shook her head quickly to answer her question. She had the feeling that it could blow up at any time if she didn't answer him.
“…No… No Seonghwa… I’m sorry… My heart”, she said, passing her hand behind her to put it on her neck, hoping that her gesture and the nickname she had used would soften her. She felt a jerk of the young man at the same time as a shiver cover him.
His blows diminished their rhythm slightly and his fingers caressed her lasciviously along her slit. He suddenly became dependent on his touch and his attention. The young woman sighed at the little respite he offered her despite the fact that she is still moaning. The crazy sensations she felt gradually fell back.
The young brown let his head fall on his mistress's dark shoulder as his left arm passed around her in a desperate embrace. He took her with fervor but she could feel all the idolatry he was carrying her. His respite ended when the umpteenth orgasm of the evening approached. She was uttering desperately high cries, she didn't know how she went about not fainting with all that.
“Seonghwa!! Seonghwa I love you!!” She shouted as much because she was swept away by orgasm as it was true. Yes, he was manipulative and disturbed at the edges… just on the edges… but what could she be there. She loved him, it wasn't her choice. Whether she was called a Stockholm victim or a naive or even sick syndrome, she didn't care.
As she continued her enjoyment, her words got the better of the brown who was beaten by a violent orgasm that he had not seen coming. He growled against the neck of his reason for living, tightening his arm against her, determined not to let her go. He filled her with her hot charge as she continued her high in a long, high-pitched moan.
Slowly, he let their silhouettes run aground on Linoa's bed, then withdrew from her giving her all possible relief. He turned her in front of him and then covered their faces with the white cover below them. Their jerky breaths and shiny bodies testified to what was happening there was still a few seconds. The new solar rays, testifying to the new day, reflecting on Seonghwa's face gave him the appearance of a Greek god. His eyes shone with a thousand and one things.
“Linoa”, he whispered in a voice charged with emotion. Did-
“I love you Seonghwa”, she cut off after she came to her senses being perfectly aware of what she was saying. “Yes you did things that I don't like… But I can't help i-”
Seonghwa's lips landed in a caress on hers. He offered her a soft, deep kiss. He hadn't shown him his love in the best of ways and he was aware of it. He therefore hoped, through this kiss, to express to him all the veracity of his feelings. He loved her more than anything and he needed her to know.
“Marry me Linoa”, he said, detaching herself from her to look at her with a concentrating eyebrows.
The young woman looked at him confused, wondering if he was serious. She might be at risk, but she couldn't stop the audible laughter that escaped her. The singer was seized with a feeling of confusion and mixed pain.
“Listen Seonghwa”, she said, trying to calm down and creating a feeling of fear in her interlocutor. “It's a bit quick, isn't it? I don't know, ask me first to be your girlfriend?”
At the understanding of her last sentence, he did not understand why she said it was quick after five years of relationship. But he was happy despite everything and would take everything she gave him if it wasn't too long to relax. Glad she materializes their relationship in broad daylight, so he wouldn't complain anymore… for the moment.
“I love you dying my precious Linoa”, he whispered with his eyes closed as he fell asleep on the chest of the love of his life.
rockstar joong is nothing if not possessive. so with your initials hanging on a chain around each other's necks, he's a little wilder than usual. normally he'd let his chains swing, rocking over your face as he fucked you into the mattress. but this chain was longer and it kept smacking you in the face. his thrusts became more brutal, tossing the necklace high enough to let him bite at the dangling initials. he lets out a low growl, as he bites into the metal, his hips reflecting his annoyance.
PAIRING shy nerd!sunghoon x confident fem!reader | wc: 1.5k
WARNINGS vague smut, miniskirt agenda (duh), sunghoon is a perv and he got it bad, dom!sunghoon
However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much. God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.
NOTES hi first post kinda nervy
PARK SUNGHOON has the hots for you.
It has only been a few months since he’s known of you. And it’s not enough time to build the courage to approach you.
What can he say?
You look unfathomable. Something so unreachable. Especially for someone like him.
He sits far across the room as the professor rambles on, stealing glances, wondering if you’ll notice him one day. It was hard to keep his mind at bay, to prevent walking up to you. He knew that he would ramble and mess it all up. Or stutter while attempting to acquaint himself with you.
He realized that admiring from afar was the best solution to the issue at hand. And it proved to be a good one.
That is, until it became unbearable. More specifically, sinful. And today is one where it seems God is testing him.
You return to the classroom and Sunghoon automatically straightens his posture– his doodling on the notebook gone astray.
You’re sporting the same mini skirt he loves so much and those legs are perfectly on display for everyone to see. It’s definitely not because they’re so short your panties practically peek out without having to look under.
He doesn’t know how you do it. How you claim attention to any room you walk in. Heads automatically turn in your direction the second you step foot into it. But you play dumb, acting as if the people in the room don’t automatically moan at the sight of you.
And whether it’s the perfect posture or the pearly smile you showcase, you’re far out of reach for the quiet, stereotypical glasses-wearing nerd, whose favorite class is calculus. And it’s most definitely because you’re in this class too.
However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much.
God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.
The glassy ball between your lips that you occasionally run your tongue along has him losing all composure. You’re innocently conversing with your classmate beside you, innocently grazing the tip of the red lollipop against your bottom lip, and innocently putting it back into your mouth in one motion. Your cheeks hollow, and he salivates at you sucking on the sticky candy. He knows he’s far away, yet believes his eyesight couldn’t be any clearer.
His leg starts to mindlessly shake once scenarios run wild, and one point he makes clear to himself is that the flavor is strawberry. It fits you perfectly, he thinks. The strawberry lollipop tints your lips a fitting scarlet shade, the gloss resembling honey as you continue to edge him beyond belief with the repetition of your ministrations.
But as he continues to gawk from across the room, your orbs shoot directly into his.
It’s so sudden that he moves to deter from your glare at all costs and reverts back to random doodling. Sweat dribbles down alongside his temple because your sharp eyes contain purpose behind them, and he prays that the purpose isn’t him.
You’re definitely going to call him out for being a creep if anything.
But a tap on his shoulder forces him to address the siren in heels behind him, and as he turns, Sunghoon can hardly meet your inviting eyes.
And just like taking a breath, your syrupy voice addresses him for the first time. He wonders if you feel an ounce of what he’s feeling at the moment.
Surely not, because you act as if you’ve known him your whole life.
“Hey Hoonie, can I talk to you for a second?” you infer with your hands pressed against the edge of his desk. And it’s proving impossible to look straight into your eyes, even more at your tits pressed together, spilling out of your top.
“Shoot,” he mentally applauses himself for a collective response.
“I need a tutor,” you frown, and all he thinks about is how your face would look when you cum.
“I’m on the verge of failing, and I know you’re about to check off a hundred percent in the class.”
“Yeah o-of course. I have to make sure my schedule’s open first.”
“Great! My place or your place?” you bat your lashes innocently.
Sunghoon swears if you do one more thing, he’ll cum in his pants right then and there. There’s not much more he can take. “Anywhere is fine. I gotta go though. We can discuss the details in class tomorrow.”
You’re giggling at his shyness, quick to follow his scurrying around the desk. “Or we can keep talking since I like talking to you so much.”
You’ve got him staring like a deer in headlights, “You do?”
“Do you?” you inquire while also wondering when he’ll drop the shy act.
An opportunity like this most likely won’t ever happen again. And the countless times Jake has called him a pussy for not shooting his shot only motivates him that much more. “Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to?”
“Maybe because I enjoy hearing answers I like,” you raise a brow at his sudden confidence, but your interest is showcased through the closing proximity between the two of you with each word that escapes your throat.
Sunghoon notices the glint of surprise in your eyes when you realize he wasn’t going to cower backwards.
His thoughts, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of his cowardly actions. In fact, he wonders how’d you react if he kissed you until your lips were bruised. Or if you liked it if he wrapped his entire hand full of your hair and tugged ‘til his heart’s content.
But in the end, your answer has him speechless, and you fully grin at that. “Let me know the answer to mine when you get the chance.”
You’re turning around to leave the shaky boy alone, but something catches your wrist.
“Tomorrow. Eight p.m., my place,” he’s breathing pattern quickens and he thickly gulps as he awaits your response.
And you giggle at his eagerness. “Can’t wait.”
And that’s how you ended up at his place the following night. Sunghoon had successfully helped complete a total of five questions before your hand slithered up his thigh and the subject of derivatives flew out the window.
To be honest, he doesn’t care he gave in so fast.
He’s so easy. So easy for you.
And you knew that. You took advantage of how he averted your gaze at all costs, yet you could still feel the heat of his stare when you looked away. Usually preferring men who are more dominant and masculine in and out of the bedroom, you took this as a challenge to stray out of your comfort zone.
You couldn’t lie though, Sunghoon’s awkward mannerisms are awfully cute. A bonus was he wasn’t hard on the eyes either. Your friends often scolded you for wanting to pursue him, but you ignored their incessant warnings.
And when you made due of your promise, you were surprised at how he was able to get a few words out.
What was even more surprising was the night that followed.
“Fuck—mnph!” your moans are muffled into the pillow as Sunghoon plows into your sopping cunt from behind. His palm envelops the entirety of your nape, pushing your head harder with each thrust. Your entire spine buzzes with pleasure, and his fingers digging into your neck only heighten the feeling.
“This is for underestimating me,” he seethes. You wish you were facing him to see his darkened persona.
“I w-w,” you barely get out.
“You what?” his hoarse voice mixes with a groan at your velvety walls sucking him like a vice.
“I-I wish I c-could take a pict-ture,” Sunghoon’s fingers press deeper with each word that escapes your throat, and you giggle. You’d never imagine the loser in class could get you pussy drunk.
“Go ahead,” he seethes before pulling out and flipping you over to your back.
“Wha-” you can’t even finish the word before he’s roughly thrusting into your pussy in one motion and continuing with the same pace.
“Hoon! Fuck,” you’re under his spell while the bed frame rhythmically knocks against the wall.
“I should take a picture of you like this,” he turns your slack jaw so you are able to look at him.
He chuckles once his eyes make contact with your hooded ones. “With drool and tears decorating your face while I use you as a cock-sleeve.”
Your fists ball as the drag of his cock overwhelms you. “So full,” you moan, and he rewards your comment with another harsh snap of his hips.
“Remember,” Sunghoon sets your calves against his shoulder and leans down against your ear. It feels unworldly, his cock pushing deeper and rougher into your cervix.
“Remember who makes you feel this way,” he whispers.
yesssssss what about himmmm? you raaaaang? i'm always down for Badboy!yunho but he has many FLAVORS 👀
actually oh my god idea. badboy!yunho x nerd!reader no sex just build up but AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhahhahahaaha thoughts THOUGHTS no warnings ain't nothing here.
badboy!yunho is kind of the worst group project partner. He watches you tapping away at your laptop muttering under your breath with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face. It's not the grin that's infuriating, at least one of you is having a good time, it's the fact that he's only brought his cellphone with him to his make up meeting.
You see, you'd normally just do the project alone, holed up in your dorm, but at least a portion of the final grade is based on four mandatory group meetings throughout the semester. Unfortunately Yunho had been "sick" (read: hungover) for the meeting the past Sunday and you had agreed to meet up again for extra credit.
"Have any plans tonight?"
"I suppose you're going to ask if you can leave to go pre-game with your frat bros." You don't even bother to look up from the google doc, not yet even opened by him.
"That's what you think of me?"
"Am I wrong?"
The chair creeks as he leans away from you without answering. Phone laying neglected on the table, he isn't even pretending to work. Not that he did much on the phone besides scroll on Instagram with his volume up.
"I'm sorry but I don't see the point of us meeting if you aren't going to at least contribute something. I can't imagine that your phone is your only device available," you finally scoff, patience waning thin. The space feels more like an interrogation chamber than a study nook. Frankly the oppositional stance he'd taken across from you did not help with the tension, his eyes always tracing you.
"Is my charming smile not enough of a benefit?" He flashes a winning grin at you.
"No."
"What if we fucked? Would that be considered contributing?"
"My sex life is fine, thanks." Embarrassment burns in your cheeks as you try to hold the guise of studying. The cursor blinking hopefully on the long forgotten running bibliography tab.
Yunho sees his opening. Your head ducking deeper into the laptop screen without any sounds of typing is a dead giveaway. Getting up he circles the table to stand just over your shoulder, leaning in as though he was genuinely interested in the work you were doing. "That's not what I asked."
You lamely toggle the open windows on your screen, pretending not to hear him. Despite his hushed volume, his face was close enough to yours to feel the warmth of his skin radiating.
"I wanted to know, by your definition, if we fucked if that would count as participation in the project. We're going to fuck anyway, I just want to know if I'll get credit."
Goosebumps bloom down your shoulders all the way to buzz at your fingertips. Sitting in a stunned silent, almost out of body experience, you watch as Yunho rubs your forearm gently.
"Are you cold?" He asks a little too loudly before leaning over to loosely hold you in a back hug. "Or are you just excited at the thought?"
Maybe you are a little cold. His body heat feels nice to have so close to you. He's like a big electric blanket velcro'd to you and you can't help but start to enjoy the way your shoulders fit nicely between his. "No. Yunho, I need you to focus. I need to focus."
He promptly withdraws to your side, perched over the computer still but in his own bubble. Dragging a chair to your side he watches as you type, tabbing between windows and fleshing out the outline. Slowly his head weighs his arm down and he ends up nearly laying across the table, looking up at you instead of the screen. "If I focus, will you go out with me tonight?"
"Sure." You answer curtly. Then his question hits you in the back of the head like a stack of bricks. "No, wait, what?"
His eyes a brighten. "No take backsies, you said-"
"Are you joking?" Anger and embarrassment bubbles inside of you.
pairing(s): enhypen hyung line x fem!reader (separate!)
genre(s): pure smut. with some plot from overexplaining.
tags/warnings: SMUT! MDNI! needy but not quite subby, rough & sloppy unprotexted sex, face fucking, jake munch agenda, masturbating (m. rec), male whimpering yupp, lots and lots of descriptions of boners, seriously they are all hard. no prep for reader, exhibition heh.. (parking lot & bathroom at a party), tried my hardest to go needy im a hard!dom writer im sorry, creampie, one pullout method, cum eating, cum... feeding?, biting, uhh lmk if i missed any srsly. wc: 3.2k. 400-700 for each
💭: WE LIKE OUR MEN IN HEAT GROWLS🦅🦅🦅 @jjunieworld and i. we went insane. i went insane. i seriously tried to make them needy and jakes is probably the closest ill ever get to writing a subby idol. its hard. sorry. ill try harder because i like this i think. <3 i need to get them pregnant asap.
heeseung had been in the recording studio since he had woken up, and yet he still had a long night ahead of him due to editing and touch ups. he was going insane.
you had sent him a selfie of you when you woke up, complaining about him being gone. it was innocent. but heeseung has been rock hard since.
his thoughts were full of you— every lyric had just reminded him of you and fuck he’s never needed you this badly before. the pillow that he’s kept on his lap all day felt like a fucking brick and he’s been subconsciously bucking his hips into it.
heeseung lets out a groan, throwing his head back as he cups his hardened cock through his flimsy sweats. he cannot take it anymore. pulling out his phone, he shoots you a text, complaining that he was hungry and didn’t feel good— a little lie because he knows if he told you he was painfully hard, you’d just tell him to wait. he can’t do that.
you’re so sweet to him, truly, you ask him if he’s okay and tell him you’ll be there in ten.
the door automatically locks when it's shut and you walk up to him, resting your hand on his forehead. he is feeling warm. heeseung leans into your touch and groans softly before grabbing your wrist, throwing the pillow and sitting you on his lap.
not even three minutes later, he’s thrusting up into you relentlessly. you’re desperately trying to grip onto anything, his shoulders, the chair and even the equipment table behind you. heeseungs grip on your hips is tight, bruising even.
you’re both already cumming, the pace he set was too much for you and he’s simply been hard way too long to last more than seven minutes. though, as soon as he emptied himself inside you, he’s lifting you out of his lap, shoving aside an expensive keyboard and shoving your face down onto the table.
“fuck- fucking take it,” he spits as he continues pounding you from behind. “b-been so fucking hard all day, all because of you.”
his cock is hitting the most sensitive spots with his brutal speed, you almost feel as if you really did something wrong. you reach up to grip onto something, knocking into a few buttons in the process, turning on some music— which honestly helped cover the sounds of your moans but probably not necessary due to the soundproof room.
“hah- heeseung it’s t-too much!” you manage to squeak out, hiccuping and whimpering.
you’re spasming around his cock once more, he sloppily thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out and emptying himself on your lower back. you weakly lift yourself to peek behind you, glancing back and forth between his still hard cock and his eyes that were full of nothing but lust.
heeseung will be here all night— and so will you.
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jay thought it’d be a good idea, a great one! he brought you with him to tour some fancy guitar museum he was invited to. you both were so excited to attend, throwing on your best outfits— which included that one dress that jay absolutely went feral for.
he could barely focus on the guitar he was testing out when you were sitting so pretty and patient in front of him, smiling and cheering him on. he didn’t even realize he was fucking up the chords, face red when he realized it wasn’t just you and him in the room.
you sat in the acoustics room with him, dress riding up your legs, leather jacket hanging off your shoulder as you watched him pick at each string with so much adoration in your eyes.
jay was going to go fucking insane. he can feel himself hardening at the mere sight of you— truly he’s usually better at keeping himself kept in public.
when you asked so sweetly to try out at guitar yourself, he thought he would combust right there.
he helps you choose a guitar, slipping the strap around your neck and even setting up the amp for you. jay sits back and watches as you play around with different chords you’ve picked up from him, but his eyes refuse to leave your fingers.
the way they delicately pluck each string or how they grip the guitar pick, how your other hand grips the neck of the guitar to hold down strings. he almost groans when he watches you almost struggle to fit them around it.
if only that were his cock.
jay has to keep yanking and pulling at his jeans. he almost grabs the guitar from you just to cover his inevitable boner. his jaw is clenched, he wants to leave so fucking bad. he’s seconds away from pulling you into the closest room and tarnishing his image just to fuck you.
finally, your time at the guitar center was over. jay’s practically dragging you to the car and you aren’t even sure why. maybe you did something to upset him?
as soon as you reach the car, he’s sandwiching you between him and the cold surface. your boyfriend doesnt waste a second before grabbing your hand and forcing you to grab his throbbing cock through his jeans.
“for the past four fucking hours,” he grits out, nuzzling his face against your cheek, “four fucking hours that i’ve been so fucking hard. because of you.”
your face is red and you’re whipping your head around the parking lots, it’s almost empty thankfully— and dark outside. “i-i did this?”
he groans in the crook of your neck, “please, baby, fucking need you now.”
those are the only words you need to get you to drop to your knees. your hands shake slightly as they fumble with his belt, pulling it apart and yanking his jeans down just enough to free his cock.
it’s practically red and leaking, you almost pout when you think about your poor boyfriend being that hard for so long because of you.
jay seems to not like how long you're taking because he’s immediately taking your hair into his fist and smacking his tip against your lips. you eagerly invite his length into your mouth, using your hands to work whatever you can’t fit.
he has to hold back from cumming right there. the way your lips wrap around him so well, your throat struggling to take him. this is exactly what got him hard in the first place. jay rocks his hips back and forth, pushing his cock further and further into your mouth.
“yeah- fuck. taking me so well, huh?” jay mutters, biting his lip to contain his grunts. “thought about this exact fucking thing in there. so pretty around my cock.”
his words make you hum in arousal, sending vibrations down his length. jay groans and throws his head back, pushing you further down his cock. the gag that rips from your throat is almost enough to make him empty himself all over your face.
jay continues to practically fuck your mouth. your hands drop to grip his thighs as you let him use your mouth however he pleases. both of his big hands in your hair, forming a messy ponytail tail as he continues to thrust into you roughly.
“fuckfuckfuck! almost there, baby.” he’s almost whimpering, it’s so good. after a few more thrusts, he’s pulling out and cumming, emptying himself onto your cheeks and lips.
there’s so much cum you have to take him back into your mouth to save yourself from a messy shirt.
jay pants as you ride him through his intense orgasm. needless to say, he’s fucking you again in the car this time.
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jake was restless. he was quite literally rolling around on your bed as you ignored him for some stupid fucking book.
“jake, i seriously need to cram this by tonight. then we can hang out!” you promised him.
six fucking hours ago. he groans loudly, loud enough to make you scoff and shake your head.
“why don’t you go play on my pc?” you suggest sweetly, “you love the games i have on there!”
“i dont want to do that.”
you sigh and shrug your shoulders in response, you already told him countless times that you were busy and he’s the one who chose to stay.
“baby, please just take a break.” he pleads. “there’s no way you’re finishing this by tonight.”
he rolls over on his stomach and grips onto your leg, sporting a dramatic expression. jake was right, there was no way you were finishing any of your work tonight, but that almost gives you more reasons to not take a break.
“the sooner i finish, the sooner i'll be all yours baby.” you tell him, patting his fluffed up hair down, messy from rolling around.
he groans again, “noo, baby i want you- no i need you now!”
“why are you so antsy right now, jake?”
jake drops his head into your lap, muffling his voice. “ ‘m so horny.”
“hm?” you hum, not quite hearing him. he only responds by softly kissing your inner thighs, unable to hold back any longer.
he pushes his jean clad cock against your soft mattress as he travels down your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses behind.
“jake.”
“i said im horny. im so fucking horny and you smell so good.” he repeats, lifting his head to look you in your eyes.
your brain freezes at his words. “i… i’ll be done soon, i promise- just-“
he cuts off your words by pressing a desperate kiss over your clothes cunt, sending shivers down your spine. you can feel yourself getting wet by his needy and desperate actions.
“jake!” you whimper out when he licks a stripe over your pajama shorts. he doesn’t even care that you’re still fully clothed, a piece of flimsy fabric won't stop him.
your boyfriend continues to make out with your cunt through your shorts, shifting to bite and suck at your thighs. “pleaasee.” he lets out a muffled whine.
you’ve already dropped your books and papers beside you, soft whimpers leaving your mouth as your hands find their spot in his long hair. “fuck— jake slow down!”
jake shakes his head, his own hands moving to yank down your sleep shorts. he knew you weren’t wearing panties, and he’s pretty sure that’s what got him so horny in the first place. the amount of times he looked down at your thighs to catch small glimpses of your ass and cute cunt because they were barely covered.
it took so much restraint to not shove his aching cock between your thighs— make you forget all about your boring paperwork.
jake attaches his lips to your clit, sucking and practically making out with it. every now and then he shoves his tongue as deep as he can inside your oozing hole, gathering all your juices on his tongue and slurping.
you can’t tell who's moaning louder, you or him. he’s attacking your cunt with everything he has all while rutting his hips into your mattress, attempting to pleasure himself but he could honestly cum untouched as long as he had your sweet pussy in his mouth.
he’s groaning against your cunt and letting out incoherent curses, “f-fuck.. hmph so- so good.”
your eyes roll to the back of your neck and you can feel the heat pool in your lower stomach.
“jake- gonna cum, please dont fucking stop!”
jake listens well, continues to suck and lap at your wetness as if its his last fucking meal. you don't even notice his hand leaving your thigh to jerk himself off but when you do— it pushes you immediately over the edge.
you tremble as you cum all over his mouth, and he only eagerly slurps it up. he doesn’t pull away and until you yank him up by his hair, you stare at his soaked lips, your arousal dripping down his face.
he lifts himself up to kiss you, feeding you your own cum, his hand comes up to grip your neck as you engage in a desperate kiss.
when he lets go of you to rid himself of his pants, your hand comes up to touch the wetness left on your cheek— it hits you that jake came all over his own hand while eating you out.
there was no way you were letting him out of your sight tonight.
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sunghoon was giddy when he found out he could bring a plus one to the prada after party. he literally couldn’t wipe the grin off his face when he told you that you could accompany him.
but now he almost regrets it.
since you were his plus one, you had gotten a free outfit from the brand. and god was it the best thing he’s ever seen you wear. but also the worst.
this wasn’t his only issue. you were his plus one. so why the fuck were you pretty much attached to jungwon at the hip? why were you ignoring him when he’s the reason you were there?
it’s not like he was angry either, instead he just really really wanted you right there next to him. he was so fucking horny.
even before you both left the house to head over. he had no idea what the outfit looked like until you put it on and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
sunghoons also not really the type to voice his every thought to you, otherwise you both would’ve skipped the party entirely just to fuck.
well, he wasn't angry. but he can’t help it when the horniness eventually turns into pure sexual frustration. he leans further into the couch as he watches you bounce back and forth from jungwon and heeseung.
your lonely boyfriend couldn’t even tell if he was jealous, angry or hurt. above all, he just wanted you to sit on his cock for the rest of the night. he understood that you were having fun, some of your other friends in the industry were also invited to this party but he couldn’t help but to feel so left out.
he almost groans as he watches you make your way to yet another one of his members. what about him? he’s here too! his cock twitches beneath his dress pants and he sets his hand with his drink on top of it, hoping it’s not obvious that he’s suffering at this very moment.
“you okay, man?” a voice calls from behind the couch, sunghoon looks up to see jake hovering. “you haven’t moved from that spot in about 40 minutes.”
sunghoon nods and shrugs, “can you tell my girlfriend to meet me over here? i haven’t seen her all night.” he lies through his teeth, he’s literally been watching you all night.
jake tilts his head in confusion, “uh, yeah. i’ll go get her, be right back.”
he taps his finger on his cup as he watches jake whisper in your ear, pointing behind him in his direction. you glance behind jake and sunghoon quickly averts his gaze.
you nod and respond to jake before making your way over to your boyfriend.
sunghoon quickly downs his drink as he sees you walk towards him, a soft smile on your lips. so now you’re finally paying attention to him?
“what’s wrong, hoonie? jake said you needed me.”
he nods, setting his drink down and grabbing your wrist instead, “yeah. i do need you, right fucking now.”
you don’t get a chance to question his words before he’s yanking you towards the furthest bathroom in the building. you’re heels almost make it too hard to keep up with him and you’re calling out his name but he’s too occupied on finding any empty bathroom to fuck you in.
sunghoon finally finds one, tugging you into it and slamming the door behind you and clicking the lock.
“what’s wrong, baby?” you ask him again.
“why are you talking to every single one of my members but not me?”
you blink at him, surely you’ve interacted with him throughout the night. a smile grows on your face when it clicks. “awwe, hoonie! are you jealous?”
sunghoon grips your chin with his hand, “i’m not jealous. you ignored me, there’s a difference.”
“i wasn’t! and i’m here now, right?”
he rolls his eyes, smushing his body against yours and the door. “baby seriously. need you so bad right now, i had to watch you talk to everyone while i was sitting there so fucking hard.”
your eyes widen slightly, “why didn’t you tell me?”
“god this fucking dress— i’m going insane.” he ignores your question completely, pulling the bottom of your dress up your thighs.
“sunghoon! we can’t- not here!”
“mm, i don’t care.” sunghoon mutters as he pulls your dress above your hips. “told you i needed you, huh?”
he grips your hips and moves you against the fancy bathroom vanity, turning you around and laying you flat against the counter.
sunghoon ruts his clothed hardon over your own panty clad cunt. “feel it? feel how hard you make me all because a stupid dress?”
“y-yeah, hoonie.”
he sucks in a breath of air and yanks down your flimsy thong before practically ripping the button off his overpriced pants to free his angry cock.
you glance at him in the mirror when he aligns his leaking tip with your wet entrance. no amount of slick and arousal could make taking his size any easier.
“wait- baby i can’t take you like that..!” you pleaded with him.
sunghoon doesn't listen, stuffing you with his length, ripping a gasp from you, forcing you to throw a hand over your mouth to contain any more noises from you.
he wastes no time before beginning to pound into you, your hips slamming against the edge of the vanity with each thrust. you feel every vein against your walls and soon the initial pain turns into pleasure.
your boyfriend’s sloppy and brutal pace tells you just how fucking needy he’s been for the past few hours. sunghoons letting out a string of curses as he continues to abuse your cunt to chase the orgasm he’s been craving for so long.
“god. fuck- so fucking tight.” he groans out. “n-need it so bad.”
you’re biting your own hand to contain the noises that are desperately escaping your mouth, his pace making it impossible for you to stay silent. sunghoons bending over as he continues to fuck into you, gripping your throat as he leaves harsh bites on your shoulder— marks that’d be impossible to cover due to the thin and flimsy straps on your dress.
“shit—“ his movements stutter before hitting his peak, his warm cum filling up your insides but he doesn’t dare stop.
he continues to desperately thrust into you, overstimulating himself because he’s still so stupidly hard. grunts and whimpers are leaving his mouth, muffled by your neck and hair— but his noises only bring you closer to your own peak.
“hoon..! c-cumming, please.”
even after you cream around his cock, his movements don’t stop. his thrusts are sloppy and his cock is knocking against your cervix, fucking you hard and deep all because he needs to cum again.
sunghoon lets out a loud groan as he finds himself emptying himself once more inside of you. rocking his hips slowly to ride himself through his second intense orgasm, it was almost painful.
he slips out of you with a grunt, his cock still half hard but he decided right there that the both of you would be leaving the party early.
SUMMERY - You weren't a commonly disliked person but for some reason you can't seem to make him like you, so you decide to deny your feelings and hate him, just like he hates you. But when you got involved in a car accident, everything changed. In emergencies even the biggest enimies can become friends...or even more?
GENRE - enemies to lovers, college au, smut
WARNINGS - car accident, some mentionings of blood, smut ;)
NOTES - ///
"Oh, wow...", you huffed and rolled your eyes when you saw the list that was laying in front of you.
"What am I supposed to say?", he hissed and combed through his silky hair with his fingers,"Now I'm stuck with you."
You sighed.
Park Jongseong, or Jay as everyone called him, wasn't very fond of you and had absolutely no intentions of hiding it. You didn't know why and to be honest it really hurt at times since you actually really liked him in the beginning.
But you knew you deserved better than an asshole like him, so you decided to keep your feelings to yourself and lock them away. Now, instead of your love, there was a forced hatred that filled its place.
Although you tried to keep your distance, it was just your luck that your teacher decided to team you up for the upcoming project. Since you weren't going to work with your friends most of the time in the future, your teacher wanted you to learn how to work with strangers which made sense, although you still didn't want to work with Jay.
"Don't be such a bitch about it. This project counts 30% of our final grade so I don't really care what you do, but I need to get a good grade.", you practically spat back.
"You don't think I want to get a good grade?", he rolled his eyes, "You're the one annoying me."
"What? No, you started!"
"Not true."
"You little-"
Sometimes you just wanted to twist his fucking head off.
But you were in college and not kindergarden after all so you didn't see why you should have to deal with his behaviour.
"Doesn't matter. When are you free to start?", you asked, pushing your anger aside. It wasn't easy being the bigger person.
"Tomorrow after class?", he asked and you nodded.
"We can go to my place. There no one can interrupt or bother us.", he winked.
"The hell is wrong with you...", you mumbled. You didn't want to admit how much his simple words affected you, so you looked away to hide the blush that crept up your cheeks.
You didn't actually fall for him. It's just that his sudden statement caught you off guard. Yeah, that must be it...right?
"Fine, my roommate is too noisy anyways, she wouldn't leave us alone..."
"Then see you tomorrow.", he said in his typical annoyed voice as he got up and left.
You furrowed your brows. You really couldn't tell what he was thinking and why he was acting like this.
"What's his deal anyways?"
[...]
You had packed your stuff and left your dorms as you were now on your way to Jays flat. He had sent you the adress and simply by the location of it, you could tell that he had money.
"Of course he's rich...", you rolled your eyes. You looked at your phone one last time before crossing the green light.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a car started speeding towards you. You were caught like a deer in head lights.
You had seen this multiple times before in movies, where the main character freezes in place and you had wondered why they wouldn't get off the street but now you could finally understand why.
You tried to move, your thoughts kept yelling at you, but anxiety took over, making your body not move an inch.
Everything suddenly was in slow motion as the car hit you. You flew through the air, hitting the cold ground underneath.
The taste of blood filled your mouth and your whole body ached. Someone was calling out for you but before you could make out who it was, your mind started slipping away.
[...]
You slowly opened your eyes, the bright light causing you to furrow your eyebrows.
"Y/n, you're awake!", you heard your roomate saying.
You turned your head to look at her.
"What happened?"
Your throath was as dry as a desert.
"Some asshole speeded because he thought he could still cross over while it was green although it was red! I swear to god, if I catch him-", she held her fist in the air, "Can you believe it?! He just drove away and left you there! I'm so glad there was a wittness who called an ambulance!"
You smiled at her softly.
"Let me just get a doctor!"
Like that she got up and left. After some minutes she came back with another two people following her.
"Ah, I see you're awake.", the doctor smiled, "How are we feeling?"
"To be honest, I just have a bad headache right now..."
"You were lucky, you know? You somehow managed to get away with some small wounds and cuts but nothing too serious.", the doctor explained,"Just get a good rest, just in case anything happens, we are still keeping you here until tomorrow."
You nodded and thanked her, before she left you alone with your roommate.
"I'm so glad it's nothing too serious!", she exclaimed.
"Same..."
"I'm just going to let you rest, I'm going to pick you up tomorrow and drive you home.", she winked at you and you looked at her in awe.
"Naw, thank you! You're an angel~", you said,"See you tomorrow!"
[...]
Three days had passed since the accident and you were as good as new, except for the fact that it was going to take a while for you to be able to enter a car. Well...
You were sitting on your bed, as a wave of guilt overcame you. You hadn't been able to cancel your meeting with Jay but you also couldn't text him because your phone broke when the car hit you.
You knew it wasn't your fault and yet you felt responsible for not helping him with the project. You were the one warning him to not be lazy in the first place, although you ended up not doing anything.
"Y/n?", you suddenly heard your roommate say.
"Yeah?"
"I've been calling you four times already!"
"Oh, sorry...I was lost in my thoughts...", you smiled at her apologizing.
"Don't worry 'bout it. Just wanted to tell you that dinner is ready if you're hungry."
"Thanks."
She wanted to leave but then hesitated. You furrowed your brows.
"Is something wrong?", you asked.
"Well, I was just wondering...Who was that guy in the hospital? Do you have a secret boyfriend or something?"
"What?!", you snorted in disbelief,"What guy?"
"There was a guy- Quite tall, dark brown middle part, sharp nose and jawline, kinda hot..."
The more she described him, the clearer the picture of who she was talking about became.
But it couldn't be, could it?!
"I think he was the one who called the ambulance. He was by your side the whole time until shortly before you woke up."
"You're kidding, right?!"
"I'm not", she shrugged,"He seemed very concerned about you..."
"Sorry, I think dinner has to wait, I need to talk to a specific person.", you said hastily as you jumped up and started getting ready.
"Okayy, just text me if you're going to stay at his place~", she winked at you teasingly causing you to roll your eyes to hide your deep blush.
"Oh, come on!"
Without giving much thought to it, you grabbed your things and left.
Had Jay really been the one who called an ambulence? Had he really been the one who was by your side the whole time and cared for you?
You ran as fast as you could to Jay's flat. It was already quite late, but still, you hoped that he was home.
When you stood in front of his door, you knocked until someone finally opened.
When you saw him, you couldn't believe your eyes. His dark hair was wet and messy, single strands falling into his face. He was wearing a tanktop, a towl was laying over his shoulder. On top of that was he wearing his shorts which matched perfectly.
How could someone look that good in such a simple outfit? Nevermind, you weren't here to thirst over him anyways...
When he saw you, he leaned onto the door frame and looked you up and down.
"Y/n, I think you're about three days too late for our meeting.", he scoffed,"What are you doing here?"
Maybe you were stupid and it hadn't been him, but before you could let your doubt take over, your mouth started talking.
"I-I came to thank you..."
He furrowed his brows.
"Come in", he demanded and turned around. You took off your shoes and followed him quietly until you both sat down on his couch.
"As I said, I came here to thank you.", you repeated. His dark eyes were staring right into yours, making your heart skip a beat,"My roommate told me you were the one who called an ambulance..."
"It was just a coincidence, I just came back from the grocery store around the corner and happened to wittness it", he shrugged.
"Then why did you stay with me the whole night? You didn't have to..."
"What would you do if someone was hit by a car and no one showed up for you?", he rolled his eyes,"And besides, I still need you for our project. I wasn't planning on doing it alone."
Just why was he acting like this?
"I was hit by a fucking car, but you did this because you were being selfish? You really didn't care about me?", you asked anger and disappointment bubbling up inside you. If tears wouldn't have filled your eyes, you would have seen how his gaze softned.
Jay had always confused you since the second you two met. He acted as if he hated you, yet sometimes he did things that made you question that. Normally you couldn't care less about his moodswings but right now you were just feeling so vulnerable, you didn't know if you could take it right now.
"Yes."
This was enought to let the tears stream down your face.
"You're such an asshole, you know?! I'm a human too! I can't beliebe I loved someone like you...", you breathed the last sentence rather to yourself than to him although he still caught what you said.
Your own words confused you. You loved him? It hurt, yet it also felt relieving to finally admit it, instead of living in denial.
"You what?!-"
"What did I ever do to you? Why do you keep confusing me and keep treating me like that?!", you yelled. You were so caught up with your feelings and thoughts, you didn't realise his astonished expression.
"Why do you hate me so much, Jay-"
"I don't. It's just that-"
You froze. What did he just say?
"W-What?"
"You heard me. I don't hate you. To be honest it's even quite the opposite..."
All the colour left your face.
"What are you saying? Is this a prank? You having a crush on me?"
"Not just a crush I would say...I-I didn't know what to do...I'm so sorry, Y/n for having you treated like this, it's just that I can't..."
You moved closer to him, your tears had stopped but your confusion just grew. Jay started chewing on his lower lip before he continued.
"You know Jake?"
You nodded.
"He told me he liked you..."
Silence.
"So?", you asked after few seconds of collecting your thoughts.
"He's my best friend! I can't just betray him and steal the girl he likes!", he explained,"He didn't know about my feelings for you though..."
Your mouth was slightly agape as you blankly stared at him. You were speechless.
"Jay, I don't even know Jake! In all these months, he hadn't made a single move towards me!", you started,"What do you feel? You can't just put his feelings over yours..."
"I love you, Y/n..."
Your heart stopped for a second. What did he just say?
"I really really do love you Y/n, but..."
"Jay, you're the one I love, not Jake...If he really was your best friend he would accept and support you feelings just like you did with him for all this time!"
He inched closer.
"I understand you, it's not an easy decision..."
"It really isn't", he admitted. His gaze was laying on you, it was soft and so full of emotions. You had never seen him look like that before.
"But Jay, you sometimes need to prioritize your own feelings-"
"You're right."
Then suddenly he moved forward and crashed his lips onto yours. Within seconds you were laying underneath him on his couch, feeling his soft lips move against yours as if you were made for eachother.
It felt amazing.
After all these months of having to suppress your feelings and having your crush treat you like shit, you finally had something that showed how the fight paied off.
Although it still wasn't okay what he did, you just didn't care enough to even think about that. Love is blind, as they say.
"I really tried to push you away, but it made my cravings even worse...I don't think I can hold back anymore~"
"Please, don't hold back~", you whispered.
Your hands found their way to the back of his head as you buried your hands in his hair to pull him in again.
This time the kiss was wilder, more passionate. You had never felt anything that could even compete with this feeling.
"You don't know how long i've been waiting for this~", he mumbled in your ear as he slipped his hand slowly under your shirt. His long lanky fingers left hot burning traces all over your skin, making it tingle.
His hand found his way to your breast where he softly started to massage it trough the thick fabric of your bra, while his other hand trapped you between it and the back of his couch.
"Ngh, Jay...", you whimpered. His touch made you feel butterflies in your stomach and you couldn't help but want more of it.
He sat down on you, his clothed dick directly over your cunt, before he got rid of his shirt. You inspected his body and let's just say...It was better than you could have ever imagined. The clothes he usually wore somehow managed to hide his lean yet prominent muscles so you had actually assumed he was rather the skinny type.
You let your hand wander over his soft skin, letting your fingers run over his sensitive nipple. As soon as you touched his bud, he breathed out sharply.
"Y/n, now it's your turn.", he said dominantly and before you could even think, he somehow grabbed your waist, pulling you up and sliding underneath you, so your positions were switched.
You were now sitting on his dick, feeling his errection through the fabric of his pants, his growing bulge.
You quickly got up and stripped, getting rid of your shirt and pants, leaving you in your black lace panties and nude bra only.
You were a bit embarassed if you were honest. If you had known how your visit would have ended, you would have worn a matching, prettier set of underwear, but as you tried to strip as arousing as you could, you noticed that Jay couldn't care less about you underwear. The way his eyes hungryly pierced into you, made you feel some type of way.
You had his attention– And only you.
You walked over to him and started to undo his belt.
"Mhh, ready?", you asked as you played with the hem of his underwear. He nodded eagerly and not even a minute later, you pulled down his remaining clothes, revealing his big dick.
You had never thought you would ever see one so beautiful. The tip was red, a vein pulsating on its side. You could only anticipate what it would feel like inside of you.
Carefully, you wrapped your hand around his lengh, which caused him to let out a sharp sigh.
After studying his furrowed expression, you started moving your hand up and down, sometimes even applying pressure to his tip with your thumb.
"Ngh, Y/n~ How are you so good at this?", he chuckled between his whimpers and moans, "Innocent much, huh?"
You grinned sheepishly. Even in this situation he couldn't stop teasing you. Maybe this was even one of the reasons you felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
"Y-Y/n", he whispered. Only then, you saw the precum leaking out of his tip, the beads running down his lengh, making going up and down even smoother like lube.
"In the cupboard, second drawer.", he said and you immediately got it. You got up and quickly pulled out a condom. You unpacked it and put it over him.
You noticed, everytime you touched him or you felt him, your body tensed up. By now, your panties were soaking wet.
"What are you waiting for?~", he sat up, and pulled you onto his lap,"You prepared me so well, now it's your turn, babygirl..."
He softly laied you down on the couch, before he put his fingers in your mouth for you to wet them. Your tongue playfully moved around every single one of them and when he pulled them out, you could see threads of saliva.
Soon, you could feel him pushing one, then two fingers inside of you. You gasped.
Your hands automatically buried themselves in his silky dark hair, tugging a bit at it. He seemed to really enjoy it.
"Want me to make you feel good?"
You whimpered as a response, when he started moving his fingers.
"I want you...", you whined, only getting a chuckle from him.
"But you already have me, baby. I'm right here."
"N-No, I want you~"
"I see...Begging already? What happened to the feisty girl from before?", he teased. His free hand moved to you face and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.
"You look so beautiful, my pretty girl."
You couldn't help but blush at his comment.
"Time to give you what you deserve."
And with that, he pulled his fingers out, but instead placed his tip at your entrance, slowly rubbing it, before carefully pushing his cock inside.
Your hands went from his hair to his muscular back, scratching his skin from the overwhelming sensation.
At first it hurt, but because of his preparation and the sensitiveness in his touch, this pain soon turned into pure pleasure.
The feeling of him filling you out completely made you go insane and when he pulled out just to thrust into you again, you couldn't hold in your moans any longer.
"You sound so beautiful...", he complimented you,"Taking me so well, such a good girl."
You loved the way he talked to you. His raspy voice and pet names mixed with his moans of pleasure were like music in your ears.
After a while, he started picking up the pace, your lewd noises and the sound of your naked skin slapping onto each other filled the room. Your nails digged deep into his skin but he didn't even seem to care.
His hands were holding onto your hips, trying to reach deeper each time while hitting your sweet spot.
"Does it feel good? Mh?", he cooed. You nodded.
"Ngh, Jay~ I-I'm cu-cumming!", you screamed. The knot inside you tightened, until, within seconds, it released. Your climax felt amazing, him riding it out, the overstimulation driving you crazy.
Seconds later, just from seeing your slick spread all over his dick and hearing your forbidden noises, he came too.
Jay pulled out of you and threw his head back. Still trying to catch his breath. Then he bowed down and gave you on last passionat kiss before whispering:
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeong yunho x f!reader insert
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: jeong yunho has a secret. it is locked away in his apartment, away from the dorm, away from his close friends, and away from his idol lifestyle. it waits for him every night, and sends him off every morning. and he just can't wait to end his day and get his hands on his pretty little doll.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 17k
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: stockholm syndrome, captive!reader, kidnapper!yunho, manipulator!yunho, angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, degradation, manipulation, toxic relationship, touch deprivation, violence, light jumpscare(once), bondage, victim blaming, anger management issues, threats, blackmailing, petting, dry humping, dacryphilia, dumbification, praise, wax play, pet names, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: the reader isn't necessarily small or petite, yunho is simply that big and strong that compared to him she is written the way she is. :) not completely proofread!
yunho detests being away for a long time. more than that, he loathes having to keep making up excuses and lying to his close friends just to go to his own apartment. the time digits on his phone screen do not change fast enough, and soon the man finds himself gnawing the inside of his cheek and thinking whether or not to tap on his most used texting app. he sits in his makeup chair, giving the makeup artist a hard time as his fingers itch to type a message to a certain someone.
"yunho, please stay still. i'll be done faster if you let me work." the woman begs. he sighs, and finally puts the phone in his pocket. at least tries to, before a notification stops him.
doll: yunnie
doll: i miss you yunnie :(
doll: [file attached]
yunho lowers the brightness of his phone screen, then the volume just in case. his fingers then eagerly tap on the file, and his eyes are met with a sight he will never get tired of seeing: a picture of your face, eyes glossy with tears, cheeks flushed, and lips a pretty pink shade, just how he likes it.
doll: be home soon, pretty please?
yunho: what did i say about being needy and impatient? i'll be there when i get there. behave.
doll: i will. i'm sorry.
he knows that he has worsened the situation. that your bottom lip is probably quivering right now, and fresh tears are threatening to spill down your rosy cheeks. and he doesn't hate it. he only hates that he isn't there to see it. satisfied with your lack of replies, he finally sets his phone aside and allows the artist to finish her job.
when yunho arrives at the apartment, he makes sure to turn the key slowly when unlocking the door. he doesn't turn any lights on, simply putting his jacket on the well memorised spot near the entrance and proceeding into the living room. the window is open, but yunho does not worry. you know better than that.
the place is spotless, which means that you really wished to catch him in a good mood today. and he likes when you work hard for him, cleaning his apartment, cooking for him, ironing his clothes. when he is happy, you are happy. and when you are happy, yunho has hit the jackpot.
in the corner of his eye, he notices a sketch pad and a few pencils neatly set on the corner of the window where you loved to sit. the absence of light meant only one thing; you were fast asleep. you probably tired yourself from crying, then tucked yourself in like usual.
the man's polished shoes lightly click against the spotless parquet floor, legs carrying him to the window where he has bought and installed a hanging chair for you. you loved to sink into the fluffy pillows under the blanket, big eyes looking outside where you know you are not allowed to go. but not once did you whine about it, instead thanking him for allowing you to look. he takes the sketch pad, slender fingers tracing the faint pencil lines on the white paper.
it is his face, from today's live they held before their comeback. when you texted him, you really did miss him. so much that you turned on the big tv which you never usually touch without him, turned on the youtube live and made multiple sketches of his face. you had even sneakily put a few hearts around his head, and a small one on his nose. at the bottom of each paper, your pretty handwriting; my yunnie.
he notices that the pencils are getting smaller from being used and sharpened much more lately. he will get you new ones as soon as possible, just so you don't stop and fall in a slump again. he loves when you do things that make you happy.
instead of going to the bedroom next, he proceeds into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of whisky and for you – a glass of peach iced tea with four ice cubes. you love it when he brings it for you. even though he has bought packages and packages of the product, and you can drink it whenever yourself, it always tastes the sweetest when he brings it to you.
and he does, quietly setting it on the nightstand and taking a sip of his alcoholic beverage. he sets the short glass right next to your tall one with cherry blossom prints, before finally sitting on the bed.
your figure is half covered by the fluffy blanket he has brought you as a present from one of his tours. you had used it every day and night since, going as far as being whiny while it washed and dried. yunho didn't understand your love and attachment to an item like that, until you confessed one night, halfway asleep and a blubbering mess.
"you bought it for me. it means that you saw it and thought of me before doing that. you remembered me, yunnie."
and since then, yunho always looked for presents to bring you. but he was always rushed, and ended up buying you a lousy souvenir or a chocolate from the duty free shops. he promised himself to get you something even if it meant being late for his schedule next time.
the moonlight peeks through the blinds, illuminating your still flushed cheeks and smeared mascara. your tied up hands are hidden under the pillow where your head rests. softly, yunho pulls them from under it, fingers carefully undoing the knots he made himself. the knots which he crafted himself are thoughtfully put together and pretty against your skin. he was generous enough to let you pick the colour of the ropes, and your answer was always the same: lavender.
once your hands are free, yunho brings your wrists to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to each one before turning his attention to your resting face. his fingers itch to caress you, to touch you, but he doesn't wish to disturb your peace.
he doesn't have to, because his scent envelops you, and before he can react, your nose moves like a bunny's one and your eyes open. he can't help the smile that spreads on his lips when he sees your excited expression, just before you throw yourself on him and try to wrap your arms around his shoulders and back. but he is big, much bigger than you, so you decide that wrapping them around his neck is good enough.
"you came." you exhale into his ear.
"don't i always?" yunho has to peel you away from him, and you whine as a protest. but the way his lips lose the playful curve and his eyes become serious make you bite your tongue as a punishment. regret washes over your features, and yunho is quick to grab your chin with his hand, pressing his thumb on your bottom lip. "be good." he warns.
"yes, sir."
and it's all it takes for yunho to soften again, taking you in his arms and standing up. "take the juice for me."
with one hand you hold onto his neck, making it easier for him to carry you, and with the other grab the glass of iced tea from the nightstand. as if it's hard for him to carry you; he is so strong you must be light as a feather to him. without questioning him, you relax in his hands, until you feel him sit and set you on his lap. a blanket is placed over your bare legs, enough to keep you warm as you sit in the hanging chair next to the window. the man takes the juice from your hand, setting it on the window next to the sketch pad. he doesn't ask about it yet, not wanting to pry unless you tell him yourself. he is happy you've returned to your little hobby.
"are you cold?" he asks, cupping your cheeks and then hands to check the warmth. when you shake your head, he presses a kiss to your forehead, lips a plush cloud against your skin. "my pretty girl."
you only smile as a response, still recovering from your sleep.
"you've been busy today." he notices the rearranged watch collection on the shelf below the television. the plants are refreshed, the once sagged leaves now proudly sticking up. "tell me about your day, bunny."
it wasn't unusual for yunho to sit you in his lap and ask about your day. in fact, it was your favourite part of the day. the way he listens and looks at you with his pretty eyes, nodding along to your never-ending sentences, and those unfinished ones that get interrupted with a fresh thought that you will forget if you don't say it immediately, scolding you and playfully pinching your thigh when you stop yourself mid talking and apologize for being annoying. yet lately, yunho doesn't come as often. what was once an every day routine was now a once a week occurrence. even then, he'd come and check on you, laid with you until you fell asleep, then sneaked off and disappeared into the night.
you hated it. you felt stupid, and lied to. he'd convince you that he left just before you woke up, that he stayed the whole night. but he didn't know that you felt his absence the moment he stood up from the bed. there wasn't much you could do anyway. as if he would listen. yunho is as stubborn as he is handsome. insanely.
"i vacuumed, mopped, cleaned out the fridge and threw out the expired products, put on fresh bedsheets, swept the balcony, watered the plants, rearranged your watch and game collection." you listed, head resting in the crook of his neck and eyes fixed on the ceiling. then, you stopped. and so did yunho's soothing circles on your thigh as he held your body close to his. you swallow, thinking of ways to continue before he can sense the shift in your behaviour. "i turned the tv on, watched you. you were very handsome today, yunho."
yunho hums, and for a moment, you relax and almost sigh with relief. the hand that doesn't hold you cups your cheek, pulling your head away from the crook of his neck and resting it on his shoulder so he can look at you. "who was at the door?"
your blood runs cold in your veins. yunho knows you like the back of his hand, and the flaw is in you for not knowing it well by now. you swallow slowly, eyes still locked with his dark ones, not daring to look away. "a man." you know better than to lie.
"what did he look like?" he presses, tone still calm. and it sends shivers down your spine. it is like the calm before the storm.
"i didn't see. i promised i'd never look."
"then how do you know it was a man?" the dark haired man tilts his head, raising his eyebrow.
before answering, your remind yourself that you are telling the truth, and that you should be calm. "he yelled your name."
"and what did my little doll do?" his hand drops from your cheek to your neck, slender fingers lightly grazing the skin just under your jaw before they completely wrap around the neck. the touch is gentle and soothing.
"i ran to the bedroom and hid under the covers. i was quiet, i promise." you are quick to offer him your pinky as a proof. but he simply shakes his head, then presses his lips to your temple.
"good girl."
the grip on your neck goes from light and loose to tight, growing stronger with yunho pressing the sides of it and making you look at him with confusion. "what-?"
your eyes widen as his grip intensifies, ridding you of oxygen slowly and already making you gasp for air. "if..." he starts, face close to yours. so close that his warm breath washes over your paling face, and lips barely brush against yours. "...you ever open the door, or even look through the window while somebody is there... you hear me?" his voice is a mere whisper against your mouth. you nod frantically, hoping that he releases you if you showed obedience. "yeah? i'll kill you."
"ye-es..." you choke out, tears spilling down your cheeks. small hands wrapping around his big one in hopes of stopping him, but to no avail.
"i didn't catch that." he presses further. "do you understand? if you ever think of getting out of here, or even manage to escape somehow, i will hunt you down and kill you."
you stop fighting back, instead opting for nods and silent tears. "i understand."
"if i can't have you..." he takes a look at your squirming and crying state one more time, then finally releases you. "...no one can."
a sob leaves your lips, and your hands are quick to reach your mouth, hoping that he didn't hear or at least sees your remorse.
but yunho doesn't say anything. instead, he pulls you close to him, his clothed body warming up your half naked one. "it's okay." he coos. "it's over."
"was i good?" you dare ask. you need to know that you didn't ruin what you built with him. that he didn't lose his trust in you. that he won't leave you alone for a month again in this place.
"you were perfect."
and that's all you need to hear to be calm. the peach juice waters down on the window as yunho lightly swings the hanging chair, lulling you to sleep with his voice and kisses to your cheeks and forehead.
the next time you open your eyes, you are angry and throw a tantrum. the sheets are on the floor, as well as pillows, and if yunho found you acting this way, he wouldn't be very pleased. but you are getting tired of him putting you to sleep and sneaking off. the mornings where you woke up next to him are long gone. your heart aches for those days.
there is only so much mess you can make with your wrists tied, so you give up on letting your frustration out on the faultless objects. with the fluffy blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you make your way to the living room and slump against the cushions on the couch. only after sitting up straight do you notice a small paper bag and a fresh glass of peach iced tea. the pink cursive writing on the bag makes your eyes almost sparkle from joy. it's been a while since yunho has brought you something from the bakery you absolutely adored.
you don't bother with keeping the bag, instead ripping it in half and using it as a plate for the sweet treat. two eclairs: a pink one and a green one. raspberry and pistachio, just how you used to eat in the mornings with him. he'd get the pistachio for himself, and raspberry for you. and you always wanted a bite of his, and then regretted your raspberry one because his tasted better. and he was always happy to exchange it with you.
not once did he complain about you always ordering the same and regretting it. not once did he refuse to let you have a bite. not once did he say no when you wanted to switch with him. not once did he bring two pistachio eclairs. and you might've become spoiled because of things like that, and even though both of you knew it, none of you said anything about it, because you were both equally guilty. you for pushing him, and him for indulging.
but it worked. it always did. that's why you aren't sure why yunho has suddenly distanced yourself from him. you're trying to be good for him, take care of yourself for him, even go as far as leaving windows open as a sign that you could run away if you wanted to, but you won't. at least that's what you liked to think. deep down you knew that yunho would find you even if you dug yourself a grave and hid under a fake tombstone. he'd find you, and then... you don't want to think about it.
but you have no reason to run. he takes care of you. you are his little doll, and your only task is to be pretty and obedient. but lately, you only have to do that two or three times a month. the rest of the days you die of boredom, cleaning the place, rearranging the fridge, turning the furniture around so that the place looks different and fresh. you are running out of ideas.
now, as you flip through the channels on the television, you are working up the courage to tell him how bored you are. maybe ask for netflix or disney. you are tired of watching the same youtube content over and over again. you can feel your brain rotting as you try to keep up with the recent famous youtubers. a movie would've been more educational at least.
as you eat the pink eclair, you scroll on the phone yunho has gifted you recently, with a promise of you not texting or calling anyone else but him. he can track your activity, and has limited your access to certain sites and apps, which leaves you with a few games that don't require network and a music app. it helped with your boredom, but nothing will ever be as interesting as having him around.
your fingers work faster than your brain, and you end up entering the one and only conversation on the screen.
doll: you left :(
it was always schrödinger's cat with him. he will either get mad at you - like yesterday - or indulge in your whiny and pouty behaviour as he secretly enjoys it. the one way to find out is by opening the box - text him.
yunho: my schedule is packed, sweetheart. you know that.
doll: when will i be a part of your schedule?
yunho: don't push it
doll: but i miss you so much
doll: can i please please please call you? pretty please? just for a minute?
on the other side of the screen, at the other end of the city, yunho sighs. it seems you've become more impatient and needy lately, and he knows he is at fault. you wait for him all dolled up, only to fall asleep because he always arrives so late. then, you talk for a while, and he lulls you to sleep before he has to run back to his dorm.
he taps on the phone icon in the corner of the screen after checking whether anyone is paying attention to him in the dressing room. he is the last in line to get dressed, which gives him more than a minute that you asked for so nicely. he can't say no to you. not when he misses you too. but he'd never say it to you out loud.
you pick up after the first ring, and yunho can almost hear the wide smile as you greet him. "yunnie!"
"hi, sweetheart." his heart swells at your still raspy voice. you must've just woken up. "did you have breakfast yet?"
"i only ate the raspberry one."
"oh you naughty little-" yunho purses his lips. "so the pistachio is only good if it's taken away from me, huh?"
"maybe. i took a bite. it's really not as sweet as when i steal it from you." you playfully reply. "but, yunnie..."
"hmm?"
"i actually wanted to ask you something."
"ask away doll. what can i do for you?"
"next time you come over..." you hesitate before continuing. "would you bring me a book or something? pretty please? i get bored when you're not around."
"oh." yunho says, surprised at the odd request. he didn't know what he was expecting. perhaps that you'd ask him if he'd untie you. or something that he surely wouldn't allow. but he forgot how perfect and loyal you are to him, and how much he has lowered your standards. "of course. anything specific?"
"not really. you pick!" you are so happy that you'll get a book that you don't even care which one it is. "no scary ones, please."
the dark haired man chuckles into the phone. in the corner of his eye, he notices the group leader eyeing him as he gets dressed. yunho's smile drops, and he is forced to end the conversation. "i'll see you soon. don't go late to bed tonight. you need your beauty sleep."
"oh. leaving already?" he hears you pout. he'd give anything to playfully tug your bottom lip right now. "alrighty then. i'll go back to missing you until you come again. which is, what, in a week?"
"be good for me." he orders sternly. "no sassing me. and no tantrums."
"no tantrums."
"and no sassing."
"and no sassing, blah blah."
"dollie. i'm serious." he turns around so that his back faces hongjoong. the older man has taken a great interest in yunho's conversation. "be a good bunny for me."
"yes, yunho."
"good."
just before he lowers his phone to hang up, he hears your faint voice. a mere whisper, which he wasn't supposed to hear. but he did. "i love you, yunnie."
and it fucking shatters him and ruins him inside out.
"dumb little doll." he sighs, looking at the wallpaper of the chat of you dressed in his favourite outfit with two pretty ribbons attached to your hair.
jeong yunho didn't expect his schedule to end so early. tomorrow is monday - his day off. technically, his time off starts now, as he steps into the library at the great city mall. and he makes the most of it. a basket securely hangs from his hand, already halfway filled with books with eye-catching covers and interesting plot summaries on the back. you'll love these, no doubt. and even if you don't, yunho won't hesitate to come back and buy more.
he forgot how dull it is for you to stay in that apartment all day and all night. the least he can do is help you find another hobby while he is not there with you. though, he is working on being less absent. but no matter how much he tries, his work schedule seems to track his brain, because they love swamping him with new interviews and variety shows every time he even thinks of having time off. this time he will be careful not to complain much around the staff about his free time.
at the same time as him, someone reaches for the last book he had his eyes on. it was this month's bestseller, all over tiktok, and he needed to buy it. but so did the person next to him, because they held onto it and weren't planning on letting go any time soon. yunho sighs. he truly isn't in the mood for this right now.
just as he gets ready to scold the person, he notices that it is a woman. a young one. a pretty one. so instead of angry words he was ready to spew, yunho simply smiles. "hi."
"hello," she greets back. "my, you've got good taste."
both of them glance at the basket in his hand. the basket that is meant for you. yunho's smile quickly fades, replaced by a serious face and confusing the woman in the process. "it's for my girlfriend."
"oh." disappointment is evident in her voice. she lets go of the book, then opts to look at the shelves instead of the man so she can hide her frown. "well, she'll be very happy with that book."
"she will." yunho smiles to himself, imagining your excited face as you go through the books.
"you must love her very much. that is a lot of money in that basket-"
"that is none of your concern." his brows are furrowed when he looks at the blonde woman. what is it with love talk today?
"oh. you don't love your girlfriend?" she is confused once again.
her confusion is then replaced by fear, caused by yunho who grabs her by the neck and slams her against the shelves. "take your little book and mind your own fucking business. got it?"
he shoves the book into her hands. the woman nods frantically, eyes glossy with tears and hands shaking as they hold the book. finally, yunho lets go of her. the book is dropped on the ground, and she bolts for the door. only then does yunho realize what he has done. but there is nothing he can do about it. thankfully, he wears his mask. he gets to keep his job another day.
yunho spends more time at the mall than he intended. three hours later, he is finally putting the key in the lock and entering his apartment. you jump at the familiar sound, and he hears your footsteps all the way from the bedroom. he sets the bags on the floor just in time to catch you into a hug.
"hi, doll." he coos. you only hum in response, burying your head into the crook of his neck and inhaling the faint traces of his perfume. he smells of vanilla and musk, with a hint of sweat. and you love every bit of it. nuzzling your nose against the sensitive area on the neck right under his ear, you can't help but sigh with content. yunho chuckles, before lightly squeezing your sides as a sign to let go of him.
you do so, without whines or tantrums this time. he wasn't supposed to come for another week, and he has graced you with the sudden visit. and you will make sure he doesn't regret it.
"i want you to go to the bathroom and freshen up while i prepare something." he orders with a kiss to your forehead.
"yes, yunnie." you obey, already on your way to the bathroom.
it doesn't take you more than ten minutes to take a quick body shower, put on a new comfy sleep dress, and put your hair in a hair clip how he likes it. you almost skip through the hallway, the cold autumn air chasing your bare legs until you reach the bedroom where yunho hides. but when you open the door, he isn't there. only a few paper bags on the bed, and a box with a bow on top and small holes poked on the sides.
not sure if you can touch without him, you opt for sitting on the bed and waiting patiently for him. while he is gone, you glance at your chipped nail polish. you should've asked him for polish remover instead. you accidentally spilled it when you foolishly tried to multitask by watching television and painting your nails. does yunho notice things like that? will he say anything about it? what if you just paint over it? will it look bad?
your thinking is interrupted by the tall man entering the bedroom, with two glasses in his hands. one with whisky, and one in similar colour to it. you know it's your iced tea; its sweet scent envelops the room as soon as he sets it on the nightstand.
"my patient doll." he praises with a kiss to your head. his fingers find their spot under your chin, raising your head so that you look up at him. his other hand reaches for your hair that you have neatly pulled back into the hair clip. with a single motion, his finger hooks into a few strands of it, setting them free from the clip and letting them frame your face. "so pretty."
if you could physically melt on the bed right there and then, you would. the way yunho looks at you makes your brain mushy, and your legs weak. after all this time, he still has that effect on you.
"i got you something." he motions for you to stand up, then sits down and pulls you into his lap. your back rests against his chest as his does against the bed frame. you sit cross-legged, making space for the bags so you can reach them easier. he takes the box first, pulling it between his legs that hold you securely and in front of you. "go on, open it."
all the hesitation is gone as soon as he gives the green light. the bow is shoved aside, and so is the lid. a gasp leaves your mouth at the sight.
two light brown ears perk up at the newfound light, and soon enough, a snout peeks out of the box. it sniffs, and sniffs, until it gets the courage to climb out of the box and flips it over, trapping itself under it. yunho removes the box and throws it on the floor, causing both the animal and you to jolt lightly. then, he takes the almost hand sized rabbit in his hand, holding it for you to take.
"it's a rabbit."
"yes, love. it's a rabbit." he confirms.
"it's so cute."
"i know." he kisses your cheek. "a bunny for a bunny. now you'll have a little companion when i'm away."
you carefully take it in your hands, testing the waters. it is pure fluff in your hands, as soft as yunho's hair after a shower. a little ball of fur with two big eyes and big floppy ears. and it is all yours.
"what will you name her?"
"dawn." you have your answer ready.
yunho laughs fondly. "dawn?"
"it's my favourite part of the day." yunho then remembers you telling him how much you prefer sunrises over sunsets. sunsets make you sad. they mark the end of the day. and you hate when things end. dawn brings a fresh day, and the sun is as pretty when it rises as it is when it sets. "thank you, yunho. i love it."
"don't thank me, love. you deserve more than that for being so obedient for me. now go through the rest of the presents. i'll keep your bunny safe while you do it."
"uh..." you look at your tied wrists.
he manages to untie the knot with a single hand, keeping the rope in it and playing with it while you start digging through the bags. with each book you pull out you let out a squeal of excitement. if it weren't for yunho, you would've stayed up all night reading.
but he had other plans once you finished exploring, taking your hand in his and pulling you back into his lap. the bunny is fast asleep on the pillow next to him, making you his main point of attention. the last book is still in your hands, fingers flipping through illustrated pages of the limited edition and eyes gawking at it. the smell of whisky fills your nostrils, and you look up and find him taking a sip.
"what does it taste like?" you wonder.
yunho doesn't answer. instead, he brings the glass to your mouth, pressing the edge against your lips. "small sip. a tiny one."
you listen, keeping your lips closed so that only a small amount of liquid can pass through. something about this is so intimate: him holding you in his lap as you wear your sleep dress, a book in your hands, making you drink from his glass, not breaking eye contact as you do so.
and yunho's view is to die for. you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours, completely under his control and trusting him. your lips finally touch the whisky, and tongue barely peeks to taste it. you pull away, shutting your eyes and pursing your lips in disgust. "eugh."
yunho laughs, then downs the glass before putting it on the nightstand. "let's stick to your peach iced tea, hm?"
you nod in response. then, yunho finds the second light switch above the bed frame, turning it off. the moon is almost full, resting its silver rays on the bed and lighting up yunho's face. you'll never get over how insanely handsome he is. he is almost unreal. sometimes you even ask yourself whether he is a fruit of your imagination from staying alone for so long. no man you've met was this majestic: with hair as black as a raven, eyes dark and shiny as a starry night, porcelain skin, pretty nose with a little bridge where he rests his glasses, and oh, the prettiest pink lips. many times you've found yourself gazing upon his lips as he spoke or ate. and many times you wanted to close the distance as he held you on his lap while he read something or simply scrolled on his phone.
but you can't. yunho doesn't like being touched. at least that's what you gathered from the way he jumps when you try to remove a fallen eyelash from his cheek or straighten a sticking strand of hair. yunho gets very jumpy if you even hug him without warning. and you like to think that he is like that with everyone. that you aren't the issue.
but no matter how he behaves towards you, whether he is distant or can't keep his hands off you, he is still royally beautiful.
"thank you, love. you're not bad yourself."
blush creeps up your cheeks. you didn't mean to say it out loud. but yunho doesn't mind, and instead pulls a cover over both of you and sets the book aside. your legs are cold against his warm ones, still clothed. "won't you change?"
"i'm too lazy." he admits.
"can i change you?" you offer, sitting up and leaning on your elbows.
yunho smiles, eyes still closed. "i'd like to see you try."
in no time, you find his dark blue silk pajamas. that's the easy part. the hard part is yet to come. yunho is strong, and heavy. and big. blush warms up your cheeks once again as your hands find the hem of his turtleneck. he looks dashing in the tight turtlenecks and slacks. but right now, you'd rather see him comfortable. he deserves it after all the hard work.
he only helps you by raising his hands and head in the air just enough for you to pull the top off. you drink in the sight of his muscles, while his torso is covered by an undershirt. you pull the pajama top over his head, then his arms, and finally fix the collar. your eyes then fall on his belt. swallowing thickly, your fingers unbuckle it, and it causes yunho to grab your hands and stop you.
"i'll do it."
"what? why?" you're disappointed.
"i'll do it faster. i'm getting pretty sleepy, we should go to bed."
no amount of pouting convinces him to let you continue. he is out of his slacks and into the pajama bottoms in no time, giving you no time to sulk on the bed. he scoops you in his arms, throwing the fuzzy blanket over both of you.
"good night, bunny."
"whatever." you mumble into his chest.
the hand that rests on your lower back sinks to your bottom, pinching it lightly. you squeal, jolting away from his hand and further into his body. "behave."
"sorry." your voice is a mumble again. "yunnie?"
"go to sleep."
"but yunho." you whine, fingers playing with the buttons of his top.
he sighs. "yes?"
"what am i to you?"
that yunho cannot answer. simply because he has worked so hard on the relationship you two have. if he tells you, he might ruin the illusion. and you might remember. you might remember that it is not normal to be tied up and locked in a stranger's apartment. after all, you don't know the true him. that makes him a stranger to you. he has ridden you of any desire you had to escape, and instead made you depended on him. he has destroyed you, scared you so bad to the point that you started seeing a friend in him. he doesn't know whether you woke up one day and accepted your fate and decided to play along with his sick and twisted games of emotions and obsession, or simply had a switch in your brain click and made you the way you are right now. a loyal and obedient little pet for him to gawk at, dress up however he wishes, and keep locked away where nobody can find it.
he knows it's not normal. he knows his sins. and he knows that behind the loving eyes you give him that there is hate pushed down so deep, scared to make an appearance. he has pushed it there with his own actions. he also knows that just because he recognizes his flaws doesn't make him less guilty. moreover, it makes him even more evil. he knows, yet he doesn't stop.
he wishes he can, really. he wishes he can untie you, let you go, live a normal life, find a girlfriend, stop sneaking out of his dorm at late hours and return at early ones. hell, he could've asked you out on a date instead of putting his hand over your pretty mouth behind the concert stadium and drag you into his car. but then everybody would see you. somebody might even want to take you away from him. and yunho can't allow that. you are his to see, his to touch and his to keep.
you belong to him, heart and soul.
"does it matter?" his voice comes out as annoyed, but it doesn't affect you.
"a little." you admit. "you don't kiss me, but you give me affection other ways. what does that make us?"
it makes you my prisoner, and me your captor. you just don't know it yet. or maybe you've grown blind to it. maybe i've broken your perception of how things actually are. maybe i've convinced you that this all is normal.
"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have asked." you notice how tense he is under your touch. "good night."
but yunho doesn't want to leave you without an answer. he kisses your temple, then your cheek, and finally, your ear. his lips stay there, brushing against the sensitive ear shell as his warm breath tickles you. "you're mine. that's all that matters."
"are you mine?" you ask.
yunho sighs, pulling you closer to him and completely wrapping his arms around your shivering body. "good night, doll."
you wake up in a cold and empty bed again. excluding the curled up rabbit next to you.
and you are furious.
blinded by rage, you reach for your phone, not even noticing that your hands are still untied. usually he'd tie them up while you are halfway asleep or completely asleep as to not disturb you. before you can press the call button next to his name, the bathroom door opens, revealing the man you were about to scold. he has discarded his sleep top, leaving him only in bottoms and a sleeveless undershirt.
"thought i heard you wake up." he smiles. "come, let's get you ready for the day. i let you sleep in enough."
the phone is forgotten in the blanket, and your legs carry you into the bathroom. he has a toothbrush in his mouth, and his hair is a fluffy mess. you love when he looks this soft. he is less intimidating. not that you are scared of your yunho. he wouldn't hurt you. only if you give him a reason to.
noticing your bare feet on the cold tiles, the man picks you up and places you on the counter near the sink. he hands you your own toothbrush after he squirts the paste on it. comfortable silence swallows the small bathroom, the only sounds being the teeth brushing and yunho's light humming to a song as he stands between your legs that hang from the counter, swinging along with yunho's song. his hand rests comfortably on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles on the exposed skin below the dress.
you've noticed he loves your thighs. to touch them, to pinch them and caress them. and you don't mind. in fact, you love that he can't get his hands off you. it makes you feel attractive. you hope you are attractive to him. sometimes it doesn't feel like that. you look at him with loving eyes, and he... he looks at you like you're his most prized possession. you're just an eye candy. a doll he comes to play with and dress her up just to feast his eyes. perhaps the fault is in you. you don't attract him enough. it could be your appearance. you should switch from the comfy silk sleepwear he has gifted you in every colour so you can be comfortable around the house into something more appropriate and mature. or maybe it was your behaviour. you are so depended on him that you often end up feeling extremely childish.
yet he insists that he loves doing everything for you. he loves to see you in the pastels. he loves when you ask him for help. and he loves making you ask for help by closing the jars too tight, or putting the glasses on the top shelves where you can't reach even if you climb on a chair.
"hey." his finger playfully taps your nose, noticing you have stopped brushing. "where did you go?"
you shake your head, ridding your brain of the thoughts for a while. "sorry. were you saying something?"
"i said," he takes the toothbrush from your hand and continues brushing your teeth for you, holding your jaw in his palm and head in place, then continues talking, "we have a busy day ahead of us."
"sho... you're shtaying all day?" you mumble with foam in your mouth.
"i'm all yours today." he finishes brushing, then motions for you to spit in the sink. you do so, earning yourself a playful pat on the head. "good girl."
"you have a little stubble." you notice, fingers reaching to touch the short hairs on his face. it is not often that yunho lets you touch him like that, so when your hand cups his cheek, you are surprised when he simply looks at himself in the mirror with furrowed eyebrows. he doesn't remove your hand, and you savour every second of it.
"suppose i do. i should shave it off." the man runs both toothbrushes under the warm water, then sets them in the cup next to each other. his dark blue one with black bristles is a funny contrast to your lavender one with white bristles. it's like they resemble the two of you. maybe that's why he bought them. "want to help me?"
"help you?" you raise your eyebrow. he doesn't answer. instead, he hands you his razor, showing you how to properly hold it. while he smears the shaving foam on his face, you can't help but take secret glances at his exposed arms. he notices, then looks down at his undershirt.
"right, i should probably take this off." with one single motion, the fabric lands on the floor and he steps on it. you are left gawking at his bare torso. he doesn't usually undress in front of you. this is the first time you see his defined body. he looks absolutely dashing, and the sight makes your stomach feel fuzzy. you instinctively try to close your legs, but forget that he is standing right between them. "come closer."
you are now sitting on the edge of the counter, and if it weren't for yunho's hands holding your thighs and keeping your body steady, you would've kissed the cold tiles below his feet. he guides one of your hands to his face, then lets you figure it out on your own. you hesitate. "what if i cut you?"
"well... try not to, i guess." he shrugs. "i want to be pretty for you too. just as you do for me."
as gentle as possible, you swipe the razor over his cheek. it leaves a smooth trail behind, without any red lines or spots. little by little, your smooth faced yunho appears, and so does a smile on your lips. with one final swipe, you finish, not cutting him once in the process. "all done!"
"good job, bunny." he praises with a kiss to your forehead. "come on now, let's get you dressed. as i said, we have a busy day ahead of us."
when yunho said busy, you thought he meant cleaning the house or helping him with something. not standing in line at an amusement park with your hands untied. you haven't been outside in forever, if you exclude the balcony. today, yunho has decided to surprise you with a trip to an amusement park. he looks comfortable and fresh, wearing a simple black t-shirt with black ripped jeans, a leather jacket and sneakers. beside him, you are dressed up in his hoodie and his sweatpants, and his denim jacket. somehow, your clothes have been disappearing little by little, leaving you with only sleepwear. does it have anything to do with the fact that he likes to see you in the pastel sets he keeps bringing over instead of actual clothes? no, of course not.
yunho did make you promise him a few things before exiting the house:
no distancing yourself from him
no talking to other people
no looking at other people
no going anywhere without asking him first
no yelling each other's names
keep the sunglasses on your face
have your phone in your hand at all times in case anything happens and one of you needs to get a hold of each other.
and you happily agree. you wouldn't do the opposite even if he didn't make you promise all those things. yunho is all you have, and without him, you'd be overwhelmed and lose yourself. the place is enormous, everything shining bright into your eyes and looking the same. no wonder people get lost there all the time. or perhaps you're just used to the dark apartment that seems to be getting smaller and smaller each day you wake up.
"what would you like to do?" he asks once he shows the tickets at the entrance and guides you inside.
"me?" you are confused. "i- i don't know."
"we have two hours to have fun. we'll do whatever your heart desires."
"really?"
the eyes you give him as you look at him all excited is the reason yunho has you all to himself. those same eyes that have looked at him from the first row at the concert, and he could not look away. you smiled so bright at him when he gave you attention, and when he saw you outside of the stadium, he knew he had very little time. and he knew he had to take you for himself. you were so sweet, and so pretty. simple things excite you, and the sight of you almost beaming is what warms yunho's heart. then, he starts to think that he might've made a mistake by bringing you here. someone could see you, and take you away from him.
no. he will not allow it. he'd rather kill you than let anyone else have you. and that's a promise he made to himself the first night he tied the pretty knots on your wrists.
"yunnie...?" your voice pulls him out of his thoughts.
"hm?" he brings his attention back to you. your eyes have lost the excited glint, and are now filled with worry. his sudden serious face must've scared you. "right. what did you want to do?"
"can i try that?" you point towards a stand.
yunho isn't surprised when he turns around to see big stuffed animals hanging from the stand, and multiple small ones arranged on the shelves against the wall behind the vendor. "do you want to play by yourself?"
"can i?"
"you may."
you roll your eyes at his correction. but before he can scold you for it, you squeeze his hand and drag him to the stand. the game seems simple enough: three balls to throw, and three pyramids of different objects to topple. yunho pays the vendor, then stands aside and lets you focus.
"go pink koala." you whisper, keeping the balls close to your chest. you don't miss yunho's chuckle from the side. "hush! i'm concentrating."
but no amount of concentrating got you the big stuffed koala. even yunho was getting irritated as time passed by. not with you, but with the vendor. "are you kidding me?"
you stop mid throw, eyes darting to the tall man in fear. you haven't done anything wrong. ...have you?
"you're telling me that those plastic cups didn't budge?" he approaches the counter.
the vendor shrugs. "are they down?"
"well, no-" yunho starts.
"oh so you aren't blind. just stupid."
oh no.
you can almost hear yunho's blood boil beside you. your hands instinctively wrap around his arm, hugging it to your body. "yunnie."
"step back." he orders.
and you do, letting go of him. to anyone looking, that would've seem mean and horrible. but you know why he told you to stay away. he doesn't want to hurt you.
"you're telling me," yunho takes a ball from your hand, "that this ball," he aims for the vendor, "didn't even budge those plastic cups?" and hits him right in the forehead.
when yunho is loud, you aren't as scared. it is when he is calm that you are terrified. and right now? he is as calm as the stuffed animals sitting on the shelves behind the man who holds his forehead. yunho crouches to the floor, enough to pick up a ball sized stone. he aims for the first pyramid of plastic cups, and throws with such strength that it manages to bring them down. he takes a second one and does the same with the glass bottles, breaking them and sending shards flying everywhere. the third rock hits the clay mug at the bottom of the pyramid, causing it to ruin the balance of the rest of them and fall to the ground with a crashing sound.
"okay, okay!" the short vendor is desperate. "take the fucking prize and leave my stand!"
"with pleasure." yunho smiles with satisfaction. you don't have time to look at him in awe because he picks you up on his back and approaches the hanging stuffed animals. "go on, angel. help yourself."
your hands know where to go, immediately grabbing the pink koala that is half your size. when yunho doesn't set you down, you look at with a raised eyebrow.
"that's all you want?"
"i can take more...?" your eyes dart between the terrified vendor and an amused yunho.
"we can take the vendor if you want."
you're not sure what is funnier:, yunho's laid back attitude or the vendor's face. in one thing you are sure: you are taking that big grey elephant.
if someone had told you yesterday that today you'd freely walk around outside with yunho by your side, both carrying a big stuffed animal that made every child passing by jealous, you'd say ha, i wish. if someone had told you that today you'd hold hands with yunho as you pass by various stands and he offers to buy you anything from it, you'd say ha, you're crazy. and if someone told you that after a rollercoaster and a haunted house yunho would take you to the ferris wheel and demand that the cabin isn't to be shared with anyone, you'd say ha, your imagination is wild.
yet here you are, sitting inside the cabin high on the ferris wheel, stuffed animals sat across from you and leaning against each other. yunho sits by your side, a cup of chocolate chip ice cream that you have picked just before getting in line in his hand. there was a no food allowed sign, but yunho would rather fight the teen boy in charge of checking tickets than see your disappointed face again when you read the sign. luckily, a single glare from yunho was enough to stop the boy mid sentence as he read it out loud.
"i can feed myself you know." you pout as he brings the plastic purple spoon to your mouth. he specifically asked for that colour.
"i know." he simply replies.
"then... may i?" you reach for the paper cup, but he pulls it away. "please?"
"why?" he brings the spoon to his mouth once it starts melting off it as to not stain your - his - clothes. you blush furiously, the thought of eating off the same spoon as him making your stomach fuzzy. "i like to pamper you. besides, dolls need maintaining."
"they also need to be played with more often." you cross your arms over your chest.
he doesn't respond, instead offering you another spoonful of ice cream. you are distracted by his piercing gaze, unable to look away. it leads to you almost missing the spoon, making most of the ice cream land on your lips rather than between them. and it's like something switches inside of him. his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, and his hands set the cup down.
"do you have a napkin? i'm a mess-" you start licking your lips. before you can wipe the rest with the sleeve of the hoodie, yunho stops you by grabbing your wrists with one hand and looking deeply into your eyes, just before pushing you down on the seats with his other one on your chest so that you are laying with him on top. "what- what are you doing?"
"stay still." his voice is a mere whisper, a warm breath against your face. you gulp, a little louder than you intended. but he doesn't laugh. his face doesn't change. it is dead serious, with his brown eyes becoming as dark as his raven hair. his pupils are so diluted that they give the illusion of turning black. and you're not sure whether it is good or bad in this situation. "dollie..."
you lay perfectly still. the wheel has stopped, letting the visitors enjoy the view and take pictures. yunho, however, couldn't care less. not when he has you pinned down below him, hair beautifully splayed out, cheeks pink with blush, and eyes shiny and curious. and that damn ice cream on your bottom lip. he closes his eyes, then leans his forehead against yours. his nose gently brushes against yours, sending shivers down your spine and almost making you shudder. that, along with the way his one hand effortlessly holds both your wrists pressed into the leather seats has you seeing stars.
"fuck," he sighs against your lips. "fuck, what are you doing to me?"
"did i do something wrong?" the question is genuine.
"no, no." he shakes his head. "no. you're perfect. you're gorgeous. you're everything a man could ever want. you're everything i want."
he pulls away for a split second, eyes roaming your face for any signs of discomfort. when he doesn't see any, he licks his lips, then gulps.
"you're making me weak." his voice is velvet in your ears, gentle and soothing. his free hand moves the loose strands of hair out of your face, caressing your cheek in the process and continuing the path to your jaw to cup it. "and you don't even know it."
his plush lips capture your bottom one between them, tongue swiping across it to lick the ice cream off. you shudder beneath him, body arching off the seats and finding comfort against his warm chest. his hand lets your wrists go, as well as your jaw, only to find their comfort on your waist. you've never done this. yet your hands seem to move so naturally towards his hair, fingers sneaking between the soft locks and gently massaging his scalp as he nibbles on your bottom lip. a rush of heat takes over your stomach and the space between your legs. the feeling so good and new, yet so empty. you need more of him. you crave him now more than ever.
when he pulls away, it is because he needs to catch his breath, and so do you. his lips have turned a darker shade, and are so inviting to touch. and you do so, allowing yourself a moment of braveness. digits reach for his plump lips, the touch so light that yunho's lashes flutter. he can't help the desire that takes over his body and mind, pinning you further against the seats with his body and squeezing your bare waist underneath the hoodie. "you're killing me."
"how?" you didn't mean for your voice to come out so... pathetically raspy. you clear your throat. "is that bad?"
yunho chuckles in between shallow breaths. "god, you're so precious."
his lips lock with yours once again, leaving small and gentle kisses on them. until your tongue shyly peeks out to try the waters and be smooth like him. and it sends him over the edge. it makes him sit up straight and pull your body with him so that you sit on his lap, legs spread and resting on each side of him. one of his hands snakes further underneath the hoodie and follows a trail up your spine, feeling up your bare skin that burns and shivers beneath his metal rings. yunho can't keep his hands to himself anymore. he kisses you deeply, with his tongue chasing yours and seeking for a taste of you.
you taste him too, enjoying the mix of the chocolate chip ice cream and him. and he tastes better than you've ever imagined. he is intoxicating, leaving you yearning for more each time he pulls away to breathe. your body responds to him, seeking the warmth of his and aching to be held and touched. you are touch starved, and he is at fault. he might be able to redeem himself. especially when his lips take a detour from yours and continue down your jaw and to your neck. his hot tongue swipes down it, following an imaginary line and lightly grazing his teeth against your sensitive skin.
"yunnie..." you wish to call his name, but it comes out as a breathy moan. "please."
yunho pulls away, gulping once again. "what?" he breathes out.
"i- i don't know." you admit. "i need something. i need you."
"doll." he warns. "you can't say things like that."
subconsciously, your bottom lip sticks out in disappointment. you already know that he will playfully tug at it. except this time, he doesn't. he looks you with a gaze so intense that it makes you feel the smallest in the world. "sorry."
"love," the man sighs, regretting his tone. his hands cup your cheeks and bring your face close to his again, enough for him to leave a kiss on the tip of your nose. "i'd destroy you."
"what do you mean?" you should be scared. that can't mean any good, can it? just why are you squirming in his lap then, thighs aching to be pressed together and core burning up?
"oh, sweet little bunny." the realization hits him. you really are that sweet and innocent. "i just mean that..." he stops to think.
he won't be able to resist himself. and he doesn't want to hurt you. yes, he loves to see you cry. and yes, he has the twisted desire to see you split open on his cock as you cry and whine about how big he is, and how you can't fit him. to see pretty tears spilling down your cheeks as you enjoy the pain he inflicts on you, begging for more. he'd stop if you told him to, of course. he would never do anything to hurt you like that.
"you just mean that...?" you wake him up from his filthy fantasies.
his hands leave your body, only to rest on top of your hands which play with the zipper of his leather jacket. "i mean that you're not ready."
i just mean that i am not ready.
"you'll have to be a patient little doll. can you do that for me?" he tilts his head to properly look at you as your gaze is locked on his hands over yours. "angel?"
"yes."
"yes, what?"
"yes, yunnie."
"that's a good girl."
the wheel continues spinning, just when yunho gently removes you from himself and lets you sit on your own. all flushed and hair messy, you turn towards the windows, hoping to fix the situation while you pretend to look at the view and hide from his eyes. a click echoes in the cabin. then another, and another. you turn around to find yunho taking pictures of you from the opposite seats, a soft smile on his face as you try to hide into the hoodie.
"stop, i look horrible!"
"one more, come on." he approaches you, taking your jaw into his hand and making you look at him. he gets the perfect shot, your flushed face on full display, sitting so perfectly in his palm, with big eyes looking up at him. "perfect."
"my hair is a mess." you complain, hands struggling to fix the loose strands.
the dark haired man imitates your pout. "no pouting."
"i wasn't."
you jolt when his fingers tug on your bottom lip. he really loves doing that. "and no lying. you know how i feel about lying."
that you do. he hates lying more than anything. lies, white lies, being silent about things. it didn't matter. yunho hated it. your lips are too pretty to tell lies, he had told you once. truthfulness means a lot to him, and he appreciates it when it comes from you. "sorry."
seeing that he burst your bubble, he crouches in front of you, taking your hands in his and bringing them to his lips to leave a kiss on the back of each one. "i'll fix your hair when we get home. i promise."
the ride comes to an end, with yunho and you exiting last, each holding a stuffed animal. you walk beside yunho, content. you kissed him.
no, he kissed you.
yunho kissed you. it's everything you've ever desired for as long as you can remember. and it's better than you've imagined. his lips were indeed as soft as they looked, maybe even softer. his tongue a burning fire against yours, and hands molding your body like clay in his hold. you're feeling selfish, wishing for more. wishing that the wheel got stuck and left the two of you up there, continuing with the activity. as you look at his side profile - the one you can never get enough of looking at - you decide that you'll get more. you have to.
he has given you a taste, and you're already addicted.
"i need to use the restroom. sit here and wait for me." he places the stuffed elephant on a bench nearby, then the koala on the other end of it. he guides you so that you sit in between, occupying the bench and leaving no space for anyone else to sit. "i could just put you on my shelf and look at you all day long like this. stay here, got it?"
you're feeling foolish, having the whole bench to yourself. but what yunho says, you do. and you sit still, nodding your head playfully. "yes, sir!"
"i'll be right back. got your phone?"
"yes." you show it to him, secure in your hand.
"sunglasses?"
"on." you scrunch your nose, moving the sunglasses further up it.
"good. i'll be back in two minutes."
the feeling is strange. being outside, hands untied, a phone in your hand, and yunho not by your side. a light breeze caresses your hair, and the early setting autumn sun warms your face for one last time today. a once lost feeling creeps up on you, along with the fear of consequences. you've forgotten what it feels like. you've forgotten what free will is. you've forgotten what freedom is. and you haven't sought it for a very long time. and it haunts you, whispers in your ear, makes the hairs on your hands stand straight.
it lures you in.
it makes you stand up. take a step, then another. unsure at first, and a little wobbly. like you've forgotten how to walk without him. and then: you run.
you run through the crowd, around and behind the stands and tents, until your legs start to ache. you aren't used to this much cardio.
afraid that he might see you, you run into the nearest big tent. the entrance isn't the usual one, and you realize that somehow you've managed to sneak in through the exit. it takes a while for your eyes to get used to the dark. the place is poorly lit, with dark red lights illuminating the countless reflections that stare back at you. a mirror maze. out of all places you could've chosen.
you finally see your true form in the poorly lit mirror. hair a mess, face unrecognizable, wrists bruised. clothes that do not belong to you. and a pair of dark glimmering eyes that look at you from the shadows behind you.
"dollie."
how did he find you so quick? was he just testing you? testing your loyalty? did you even have a chance in running away? did you just let all that trust you built with him over the course of months or years fall into water?
but you won't let him catch you. and no amount of mirrors will stop you. you bolt for the exit, following the arrows on the floor that are upside down to you. you don't hear his footsteps behind you. perhaps it is your fear playing hallucinations on you. perhaps he is giving you a head start. or perhaps this tent was his plan too. for you to run in there, failing his test, and suffering consequences.
fear swallows you whole, causing your breathing to become shallow and fast, vision blurry, and legs and hands shaky. the faint red arrows aren't visible anymore, and you rely on putting your hands in front of you and touching your way out.
"i'm so disappointed with you, y/n."
no.
not the first name.
god, no. you can't do this again.
tears prickle your eyes, further blurring your vision. how could you have been so stupid? as if yunho is a fool. you've forgotten what he truly is. you've forgotten what you truly are. a prisoner, and its captor.
"i thought we were finally getting somewhere."
his voice is deeper than usual, echoing through the mirror maze. it makes you turn every few seconds, making sure that he isn't behind you, as if it wasn't enough to simply look at the mirrors in front of you. but your rising panic attack has your senses dull, and quickly you find yourself sobbing as you try to navigate through this torture labyrinth. every reflection is a punch to the gut, showing you your helpless frame and mocking you.
"you said you loved me."
he's close, then he isn't. you hear his footsteps, then you don't. and then, your eyes catch a glimpse of the tent's front opening up and closing. it's right there. just a few turns away. palms carelessly leave prints on the spotless mirror, and legs work hard to keeping your body up for just a little more. a few more turns. that's all you need to do.
a whiff of fresh air hits your face as you take a turn to the left, and you can smell the popcorn and cotton candy on the stands just outside the tent.
a hand is placed over your mouth, and another one around your waist, pulling you back harshly and colliding with another body. the feeling is all too familiar, repetitive even. nails desperately claw at his hands, but you know it's to no avail. you sob into his palm, tears streaming down your cheeks and continuing down his hand.
"you lied."
you are so stupid.
a light breeze caresses your cheeks. it is cold for your face, but your body seems to be warm and comfortable. even your hands. your eyelids peel open, and it takes a while to adjust to the dark. yunho's jacket covers your lap and hands, keeping you warm from the autumn breeze that enters through the rolled down window of his car.
yunho's jacket.
yunho's car.
yunho.
"no-" you gasp, jumping in the car seat.
yunho is quick to put a hand over your mouth. "hush. it's okay."
he doesn't keep it there long, removing it as fast as he touched you. he gives you time to look around and adjust to your surroundings. the first thing you notice is your hands, still untied, then, the street yunho is parked on. "what are we doing here?"
the man doesn't say anything. one of his elbows rests on his rolled down window, holding his head in his palm while his other hand plays with the lavender rope. you gulp, feeling the material on your wrists even though nothing is there. upon subconsciously rubbing your wrists, you notice that you don't wear his clothes anymore. you're wearing the clothes you thought were forever gone.
the concert outfit.
and the street? the street where you live. and your house at the end of it, the yellow trees preparing for winter and shedding their leaves.
"yunho...?"
he scoffs. "you never call me that."
you don't know what to say. you opt for silence, looking at your house in the distance and wondering why he has brought you here. then, you speak. "you kept my concert clothes."
"i kept all your things." yunho sighs, then reaches in the back seat to retrieve a backpack. the familiar scent of vanilla and whisky almost hugs you when he leans back to reach for it, his neck exposed and close to you. you ignore the tingling sensation in your stomach. "here."
he opens it for you, revealing all of your belongings, including your phone. it is smashed, and it doesn't turn on.
"i had to make sure nobody could find you." he confesses. "there's an envelope with money for the new one in the backpack."
"i don't understand..."
"you can go."
you can... go?
he is letting you go? willingly? your gulp almost echoes in the car. legs frozen, and mind a mess, you remain seated. yunho doesn't look at you. he keeps his gaze locked on a tree by the sidewalk, monitoring the swinging branches and falling leaves.
"don't make me change my mind."
it feels odd. unnatural. as if you'll wake up soon. the strange thing is that recently you haven't dreamt of running away from yunho. even now, as he is openly offering you freedom. your bottom is firmly planted on the seat.
"that's it? just like that?" you dare ask.
"yep." he still doesn't look at you.
"you don't have anything to say?" you push further.
"if you think i'm going to apologize, i am not." his eyes finally lock with yours. and it still makes your stomach flutter. "you should really go."
you are overwhelmed - no, overstimulated - by feelings and thoughts. you are angry, and sad. months or years of this odd relationship with him, being in an apartment and not stepping foot outside, locked away from the world, cut off from the social sites, completely at his mercy. eating what he offers you and wearing what he buys you. having contact with him only. trying not to go crazy when spending multiple days alone, sometimes a month too. all because you did something that he didn't like and he was punishing you for it.
and he drops you off at your house. simple as that.
hesitantly, your hand reaches for the door handle after unbuckling the seatbelt, only to find it locked. a sigh leaves yunho's lips, and within seconds, the windows are rolled up and the car starts. "dumb bunny."
"what?"
yunho steps on the gas pedal. his hands grip the wheel with such force that it turns his skin pale. the speed of the car and sudden turns make your body toss around in it. the seatbelt uselessly hangs on the side. "dumb." he takes another turn. "fucking." and joins the traffic on the highway. "bunny."
"i'm sorry!" you choke out, hands frantically holding onto anything you can reach. breathing becomes a challenge as your eyes follow the way he skillfully overtakes other cars, going way past the speed limit. "yunho! yunho, please!"
"i gave you a chance to prove your loyalty. to see if you regret using the chance and running away from me at the park. to prove that you love me, like you said it." he seethes. "and you reached for the handle."
"you offered!"
"doesn't mean you should've taken the offer!" he yells back. his voice is animalistic, deep as he almost growls the words and loud, sending shivers down your spine and coating your body in sweat. he glances at you, enough to make you start trembling. his eyes are pitch black under the lack of lights on the highway and dilated pupils from anger. "you're mine, you hear me? mine!"
"slow down," you sob, "please."
"i told you once, doll. if i can't have you..." he takes a sudden turn, exiting the highway and continuing into the forest that surrounds it. he avoids trees, driving between them and scaring the animals away, until he finally stops in front of the lake that is hidden among the greenery that is now swallowed by the dark of the night. "nobody can."
a blood curling scream leaves your lips as your eyes meet your doom. yunho drives the car into the lake at full speed.
he doesn't exit. he stays inside with you, calmly looking ahead of him as the front of the car slowly starts sinking. his seatbelt holds him in place, while you are left tilted along with the vehicle. trembling hands reach for the man. even in this moment, you reach for him.
"yunho..." your voice is a mere whisper. "yunho, please."
"nobody can have you."
"they won't." you assure him.
"nobody can have you."
"i'm all yours."
"nobody can have you."
"please don't kill me."
brown eyes finally look at you. his gaze softens at your flushed and wet face. he has control over the situation. you just don't have to know that. this is where he wants you: begging him to spare your life, making sure to let you know that he is the only one you have. that he is all you need. and that there is no escape other than death from that. he would rather drown with you than let anyone else have you.
"i want to live." you beg.
you can't help but feel comfort when his hands cup your face. ringed fingers brush your tear stained cheeks, and he can't help but lean in and press his lips to a fresh one that started its journey down your rosy skin. "you'll live. with me."
yunho leans his forehead against yours. his warm breath caresses your lips - a bittersweet refreshment of your memory. how can a man kiss so softly, but touch so roughly?
"tell me you're mine."
a sneaky glance helps you determine the current danger of the situation. you still have time to exit through the trunk. but it all depends on yunho. if he has decided to not let you go, nobody can help you with it. "i'm yours."
"good girl."
the familiar feeling of rope is back on your wrists. you'd be lying if you said that it didn't bring you comfort. the outside world seemed scary enough for you to embrace being locked in. yunho isn't the reason. he only did what he had to do to put some sense back into you.
the red rope is tied into a complex heart between your wrists, and yunho gives it a tug to tighten it and restrain you. "there. all done."
"it's pretty." you compliment. you don't ask why the rope is red. you know. you get the red one each time you do a foolish thing, so that every time you see it, you are reminded of how you let him down. "thank you, yunnie."
to your surprise, he loosens it, enough to slip it off your wrists and not undo the knot. he stands up from the bed, then gently removes the sleeping rabbit from your lap and sets it on the floor in the hallway near the cage and food, before coming back and offering you his hand to stand up. you are still soaking wet from the lake, with his hoodie hanging around your waist to warm your legs. you accept it, standing up and leaving a wet spot behind on the sheets.
"i'm sorry."
yunho only smiles, pressing a kiss to the hand he holds, and guides you to the bathroom. "don't worry about it."
you are surprised at the sight once your bare feet step on the cold bathroom tiles. the bathtub is filled with steaming water, and a few candles are lit around it. your hand is abandoned by his for a moment, just enough for him to shuffle through one of the drawers near the sink. a towel awaits for you, neatly folded on the stool near the tub. your hands untie the hoodie around your waist, letting it fall with a splat. little by little, the heavy wet pieces of clothes form a pile on the ground. by the time yunho turns around, you are left in only your underwear, body shivering from the midnight breeze that sneaks in through the tilted window. yunho stops in his tracks, eyes falling on your exposed skin that is illuminated by the soft orange light of the candles.
"uh," his gaze drops on two packages in his hands. you feel a boost of confidence storming through your veins. "i got you these bath bombs. which one would you like?"
"you pick." you shrug.
yunho looks still avoids you, turning his back towards you and approaching the tub. his hands unwrap the light pink one, dropping it in the water and helping it dissolve faster by making circular motions with his fingers on the surface. he doesn't stop until the clear liquid becomes a milky white with a pastel pink hue, with rose petals floating on the surface. "milk and rose. you'll like it."
to your disappointment, he passes by you without sparing you a glance. you can't help the hand that reaches for his, fingers intertwining and eyes that have proved themselves useful many times. he flinches, as usual. but he doesn't let go. "stay." the word comes out in a whisper.
"doll." he warns. "be good and-"
his eyes widen when you climb on your toes and rest your hands on his shoulder, lips lightly ghosting over his. you don't touch them yet. not when his hands grab your waist, and not when a sigh leaves his lips and caresses yours. only then do you finally press them against his. fingers are eager to play with his hair on his neck, and body leans against his chest to seek warmth and comfort. and the brown eyed man gives it to you, pulling you into him so that your cold skin can rest against his burning one. you can feel him, even though there is a layer of material separating you.
when your tongue peeks out to swipe over his bottom lip, yunho pulls away. you can't help the whine that leaves your lips. "you're going to be the death of me." he sighs.
"will you stay?"
"and do what?" he tilts his head playfully. "watch you enjoy your hot bath while i freeze?"
"you could join me-"
"no." he firmly says. and just like that, all you've done with the kiss has fallen into the water. his hands abandon your body, only to find your clip that he has put there himself once he helped you out of the lake. your hair is still damp, and it falls loose when he takes the butterfly clip off. it was his favourite one. "go."
"but yunnie..."
"bunny."
"you won't see me naked." you finally say.
one of the rules with yunho was that you are not to see each other naked. even now, with only your underwear on, you were pushing it. yunho made sure to let you know that he doesn't want such things with you. you only need to sit pretty for him and be obedient.
"please? you can turn around while i undress and turn back when i get into the tub."
"you still haven't answered my question. what will i do while you enjoy your little bath?" he turns around, letting you free yourself from the damp underwear. they join the pile on the floor, right next to yunho. his eyes fall on the discarded panties, and he has to close his eyes and breathe in to keep his composure. you've come a long way from being too shy to ask for a glass of water.
"you promised you'd fix my hair."
once he hears the water gently splashing, he turns around. the water is murky, hiding your bare body from his hungry eyes. while you settle down in it, yunho wastes no time in getting a hairbrush and bringing the stool to the tub so that he is behind you and the only way you can face him is by leaning your head against the rim of the tub. he places a smaller towel on it so that your neck doesn't hurt while you lean back. "clever girl."
you fail to hide the proud smirk on your face. a sigh leaves your lips when yunho's fingers sink into your hair and massage your scalp. you can't believe that those same hands almost dragged you to death just two hours ago.
"stay still." his voice is a whisper. you haven't even realized that your head was leaning into his touch, dragging your body out of the water and exposing you just above your breasts. you sink back in, covered all the way to the shoulders. "good girl."
his voice has never sounded so husky and... deep. manly. a warm sensation pools at the bottom of your stomach, and seems to start bubbling and getting hotter when your fingers brush against your thighs. it is not the first time that yunho does your hair. he loves doing it. but something about him doing it right there and then had your mind spinning. you tilt your head back to glance at him. the sight is both cute and funny: yunho dressed in all black, with a serious and focused expression as he does the familiar braid in your hair, and a lavender scrunchy on his wrist. soon enough, he pulls that scrunchy off his wrist and ties your hair with it, then keeps it in his hand to play with it.
"my pretty girl." he coos. his other hand reaches to caress your cheek, and a smile spreads on his lips, seeing how your body immediately responds to his touch. you sigh in content, nuzzling your face further into his warm hand. "do you trust me?"
"yes," you respond, lost in the way his hand trails down your neck and grazes your collarbones. "yes, i do."
yunho hums. your braid is left to hang in the air while he reaches for something. you trust him. which is why you keep your eyes closed, not bothering to see what he is doing. a gasp leaves your lips when you feel something hot on your collarbones, and your eyes shoot open.
yunho holds a candle above you, tilting it so that hot wax drips on your body. the feeling is strange. the pain is there, yet it adds to the fuel between your legs. he sets the candle back on the flat rim of the tub, then reaches for another one. "yunho-"
"you can take it." he encourages. he tilts it again, and you can't help the shuddering sigh that leaves your lips when it falls on your chest, grazing your tense nipples. "does that feel good, dollie?"
you can only nod while your fingers reach to touch your sensitive breasts. they accidentally graze the perky buds, and if you didn't bite your lip in time, yunho would know what you were doing under the murky water.
"words, precious." he tilts the candle again, more wax coating your collarbones and neck as his other hand still caresses your cheeks. "let me hear you."
"it feels good, yunho."
yunho usually hated when you used his full name. he loved your nickname. but now, as he listens to you say his whole name in almost a breathy moan, he can't help but gulp and bite his inner cheek. "one more."
fingers trail from your breasts to your core, digits eagerly pressing into the plush folds and giving you a lick of satisfaction. when yunho brings a fresh candle to your body, you can't help the impatient whimper that leaves your lips, causing him to lose it and pour it all at once on you. his pants tighten at the sight, dried wax coating your burning skin, flushed cheeks, parted lips, and eyes rolled back. your head is still resting on the rim, tilted so that he can look at your pretty face that has a warm orange hue due to the candles.
then, he notices the water moving. and he notices your hand that has disappeared under it. yunho yanks your braid, making your eyes widen. "are you touching yourself?"
you know better than to lie. but you also know how much yunho doesn't like when you touch yourself. he gets jealous, he says. yet he won't ever touch you. your hand freezes between your legs, but no matter how slowly you try to remove it, yunho already knows. it doesn't fix the damage.
"stupid little bunny."
as if you want him to meet his end, your eyes become glossy with tears, and your bottom lip quivers. he didn't mean to make you cry. but you knew the rules. and you never broke them. sometimes you'd threaten that you would, only to rile him up and make him give you attention. you've never actually done it. now that you did, yunho is baffled. he hates that he wants to keep watching. he doesn't need to look at your body. your face is enough.
"i'm sorry." your voice trembles.
then, yunho's gaze hardens. it makes you worry for a split second, until his hands reach for your knees that peek out of the water. he separates them, slow as ever, and you swear you hear his breath hitch. "keep going."
"what?" you blink your tears away, to his disappointment.
"i want to watch." his eyes are fixed on yours. when you start rising from the water to give him a view, yunho shakes his head. "i want to watch you enjoy it."
you should've known by now that he has odd requests and ways of doing things. like insisting on feeding you. holding your hand or carrying you when going to another room. putting your hair in a clip by himself. choosing which clothes you'll wear for him. this, however, you did not experience yet.
"go on, pretty. i'll guide you." his soft lips leave a kiss on your forehead. "but you'll have to talk to me when i say something to you. got it?"
"yes, sir."
he nods as a sign to keep going. he doesn't have to do anything else, because your fingers are back on your folds. he gently tugs at your braid; a sign to stop. "patience." he growls. "cup your pretty breasts for me. don't touch your nipples just yet."
back to the start. your hands obey his command, and soon enough, your thighs find themselves squeezing together and rubbing against each other. fed up with your impatience, yunho separates your knees once again, now keeping his hands firmly planted there.
"tell me," he whispers into your ear, "if it was me touching you..." he trails.
you whimper at the thought.
"what would you want me to do next?"
your imagination runs wild. you'd want him to do everything. the things you can't even say out loud. things that would surprise him. so you settle for a simple one. "kiss me."
he chuckles. "that i can do."
he teases first, lips hovering over yours instead of touching. "please." you breathe out.
"touch yourself for me." he demands. "soft circles on your pretty buds."
when you do so, he finally presses his lips into yours. it is needy, and hot. the way his teeth graze your bottom lip, tugging it and nibbling on it while your fingers work on yourself. small whines are swallowed by his hungry kisses, muffled by his hot tongue against your inexperienced one. he guides you by slowing down and letting both of you savour every lick and nibble. if you weren't in the water, you are sure you'd be burning up.
one of his hands abandons your knee and reaches for yours that grips the bathtub rim, and he guides it back under the water and to your core. he only touches your hand, careful not to accidentally graze your thighs or your slick core. your fingers move with his help, slowly circling your clit and removing them when he feels your body become tense. he denies the sweet pleasure multiple times, enjoying the way you squirm under him and whine into his lips.
"yunnie-"
"yunho." he growls. "call me by my name."
"please, please, please." you chant. "yunho, please."
"sensitive?" he asks, knowing the answer. this time, yunho pulls away, opting to admire your face and finally focusing on you. "i'll make you feel so good, doll. make you wish for nobody but me."
"please do." pleas don't stop leaving your mouth. under other circumstances, you'd feel pathetic. but right now? you are ready to get on your knees and beg. "touch me."
"i can't." he stops.
you groan in frustration, losing the orgasm once again. "why not? why won't you ever touch me? why do you keep me if you won't do anything with me? am i ugly to you? am i that unappealing? am i not enough sexually attractive? am i too inexperienced for you? is there someone else? if there is, why am i here? what do i have to do to-"
in a single motion, yunho pulls you out of the water. it splashes everywhere, including his clothes. the look on his face changes. he is furious. you are pulled into the room, water dripping behind and leaving a trail all the way to the bed. he doesn't seem fazed by the fact that you are completely naked in front of him, and that he has seen you, and thus, broken his own rule. yunho throws your body on the bed, then reaches for the red ropes on the night stand.
"no, no-" you regret your words. "i'm sorry! i didn't mean it!"
"shut the fuck up." he growls. your wrists are back in the ropes, and he wastes no time in tightening them. he turns your body around so that you lay down on your stomach, and then pulls your braid so that your head is tilted back, just like in the bathtub. "look at me."
"yunho, please-"
"look." spank. "at." spank. "me." spank.
eyes finally lock with his. even through the blurry vision, you can see just how dark they have become. you always do this. you build something, little by little, and then you become greedy and ruin it. "i'm sorry."
"what do you want?"
silence. the pain on your scalp softens, with yunho loosening his grip. his brows are furrowed, and you know you've made him more furious than ever, just by the look on his face. "what?"
"do you want me to touch you?"
"i-" you do. it's all that's on your mind right now. he had given you a taste, and you want it all. "yes."
"after all i did to you?"
this time, you are the one whose brows are furrowed. he does know what he did to you. and he does acknowledge how bad it is. yet all of it doesn't stop your body aching for his. soul yearning for his. mind longing for his. you want yunho in every way possible. you want him to be yours, as much as you are his. only then will you be happy, and only then will you stop with the tantrums.
"yes." you confirm.
"oh, doll." he turns you over again, this time gently. finally, he looks at you. all of you. he can't help the hand that reaches to caress your wax covered collarbones and chest, traveling down your stomach and to your thighs. "if i touch you how i want now..." he trails, gaze locked on your shivering body. "you'll belong to me only."
"don't i already belong to you?" you point out.
"you don't understand." he shakes his head. "i'll make it so that your body only responds to me, even when we are out in public. i'll make it so that your mind doesn't dare to think of other men. i'll mold you so that i am your only match, mentally and physically. i'll make it so that your walls mold to the shape of my cock, and can only take me and nobody else. i'll make it so that you cry from pleasure every time i get my hands on you, and i set high standards for you, that even if you tried to cheat, you'd be disappointed and crawl back to me."
"yunho-" you breathe out, gulping at his words.
"i'll spoil you. i'll kiss you. i'll fuck you. i'll do anything you ask me to. just..." the man looks deep into your eyes before he removes a stray strand from your face, tucking it behind your ear. he places his hand under your chin, raising your head so that you can properly look at him with those glossy eyes of yours. "promise me."
"promise you what?"
"promise that you belong to me. me and nobody else."
"i promise." the words come out in a whisper.
he shakes his head, not satisfied with the answer. "say it."
"i belong to you, yunho. my body and soul is yours." finally, he is satisfied. "under one condition."
he raises one eyebrow, surprised at your request.
"you can have me as long as i have you."
"you have me."
"no, i don't. not like i want to. what if you meet somebody prettier? more interesting? i've seen your coworkers. they're all gorgeous. i can't compare to them. what if you decide you want a normal relationship and grow bored of me?"
one confession after another has yunho's gaze softening. he wishes for nothing more than to press his lips against yours and kiss you like there is no tomorrow. but he has suppressed your feelings and opinions enough. "i would never get bored of you. you think i went to such lengths for something that is temporary?"
"then why don't you ever touch me?"
"because," his finger stops the fresh tear from rolling down your cheek, "once i have you, i won't be able to keep my hands off you."
"i don't want you to keep your hands off me." you hastily admit. he opens his mouth to speak, but you stop him by capturing his lips with yours. he relaxes into it, letting you lead by simply opening his mouth and inviting your tongue in. he is already burning for you, as are you for him. you pull away for a moment. "you said multiple times that you like to pamper and take care of me. now you can properly show it to me."
"i will take good care of you." he breathes out, gracing you with a hot kiss to your lips before trailing down your jaw and neck. "i will be everything you could want or need." his teeth graze the collarbone, making your hands snake around his neck. "i will be yours as much as you are mine."
his tongue peeks out, creating a path between your breasts, down your stomach, until he reaches your pulsating core. his hands rest on your waist, keeping your body firmly planted on the wet mattress. it is odd seeing someone like yunho be mesmerized by something. seeing his eyes locked to your glistening folds and bottom lip trapped between his teeth made your stomach erupt with butterflies. he is still holding back.
suddenly, the red rope catches his attention. you are still tied up. but when he goes to undo the knot, you stop him. "i want to keep them on. so you know i truly belong to you."
"doll..." voice pure velvet, yunho looks at you from between your legs. "what do you want me to do?"
you think. and think. but really, it is that simple. "everything you wanted to do, but you held back."
"you don't know what you are asking for." he warns.
"you said you'll do anything i ask." you remind him of his words spoken just minutes ago. "i ask you to not hold back."
with a groan, yunho pulls your body to the edge of the bed, burying his head between your thighs and inhaling your scent before letting his tongue taste you. immediately, your back arches off the bed, and tied up hands reach to grab his hair. the grip he has on your thighs to keep them apart is strong. so strong that you know they'll bruise.
"fuck-" his fingers spread your folds, leaving your sensitive clit exposed to his flattened tongue. "fuck!" you cry out.
he barely slides one finger inside your tight walls, and you can already feel the orgasm rushing. he has denied it many times today already, and he decides to be merciful and close his lips around the bundle of nerves and suck until you fall apart on the bed and his tongue. he doesn't give you a break, instead pulling his mouth away from you and sliding another finger inside. "so pretty."
digits easily find the plush button on the upper wall, caressing it and stimulating it to the point of making you cry from pleasure. tears spill down your cheeks, hands grip at the sheets, and body arches from the bed while your walls clench around him. when you look down to beg him to give you more, you choke on your breath. yunho humps the edge of the bed, gaze fixed on the way your walls swallow his fingers as he chases his own release. "yunnie..."
"yes, pretty girl?"
"you're humping the mattress while i am here?"
"you look and taste so sweet. i don't want to ruin it." he admits.
a laugh escapes your lips, and is interrupted by a moan when his other hand rests on your overstimulated clit. "i want you."
and just how can yunho say no to you?
"i'll try to be gentle." vision blurry and mind hazy, you don't question how fast yunho has taken his clothes off. he is on top of you, planting a kiss on your forehead before guiding his aching cock to your entrance. you clench before he even slips inside, making it harder for his wide length to separate your walls. inch by inch, yunho gets lost in the feeling of you, and can't help but slam his hips into yours. a cry meets his ears, making him realize what he did. "oh, doll. i am so sorry."
"it's alright." you assure, a hiccup betraying you.
"you feel..." he pulls away, only to slide back in again in a gentler motion and let out a satisfied hum. "oh, you feel heavenly."
all you can think about it the bulge in the bottom of your stomach. you feel him deep, and it is as enjoyable as it is painful. he is thicker than you've imagined, or ever seen, and he splits you open so beautifully, easily gliding in and out. "i want... i want..."
"you're a drooling mess, dollie." he teases. and he isn't wrong. you are so intoxicated by his smell, his touch, and the way he gazes at you, that you can't do anything else but lie down and take what he gives you. "fuck, i'm not going to last long. that doesn't usually happen."
"i'll take that as a compliment."
yunho picks you up by your waist, angling your body off the mattress and finally snapping his hips into yours, reaching into the places you never knew you had and drawing cries and moans from you. "say my name." he growls against your neck, the sticky tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each snap.
"yunho," you gasp.
"louder." snap.
"yunho," you try, but you are weak already.
"louder." he yanks at your braid, sending delicious pain to your scalp and inching you closer to your release. "say my name. tell me who you belong to. tell me who's fucking you right."
"yunho!"
"good, good girl." he praises, and finally, lets you relax as he helps you reach the peak and spill. "i'll ruin you for anyone else."
it takes you over the edge of the peak, making your body explode with pleasure that rushes all the way to your toes, fingers and scalp. you shake under his touch, riding out the waves of pleasure while he still works on getting himself to orgasm.
it doesn't take long, seeing your state of flushed cheeks, half closed eyes that lazily gaze at him, and the knot between your wrists. he spills into you, filling you to the brim and pulling out, only to squirt the remains on your abused clit. warm seed spills out of your hole and onto the mattress. you don't protest when his fingers collect the white fluid, only to push it back in.
"fuck, you really are perfect." he kisses your cheeks, then your forehead, and finally, your lips. "i guess i'll go run you another bath."
"guess so," you laugh. you watch him run into the bathroom and get his phone from the nightstand in the process, and can't help but glance at his tushy when he walks. "and yunho?"
"hm?"
"i meant what i said. i am yours, as long as you are mine."
"yes, doll." his eyes are fixed on the screen, and he is lucky he is hidden in the bathroom. he skims over the message over and over again, wondering whether he was reading it right. if you weren't right there, he would've thrown the phone at the mirror. it was as if his reflection was taunting him. smiling at him. freaking him out.
hongjoong: i know what you did, yunho. i gave you enough time to correct your mistakes or admit to it. if you don't want the police involved, you better set the poor girl free and we'll never talk about this again. last chance.
they know what he did. and they won't be afraid to rat him out. but no matter what promises he made to you today, one thing is still clear:
if he can't have you, nobody can.
and if hongjoong tries to take you away from him, may all deities help him.
