This Is A Cry For Help. Does Anyone Know That One Hyung Line Drabble About Who Giving V Recieving Anal

This is a cry for help. does anyone know that one hyung line drabble about who giving v recieving anal stimulation. This probably sounds crazy lol, but I'm 99% sure Sunghoon and Jay were giving and Jake and Heeseung were receiving. This is absolutely driving me fucking insane because I can't find it. if anyone knows how to find it, or if they reblogged it please lmk or tag me in it. Help a girl out I am literally desperate.

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can you do noncon hoon as your best friend’s stepbrother? like imagine having a sleepover at her house when you wake up to him touching and fucking you, telling you to be quiet because if his sister wakes up he’s gonna do the same to her

OHHHH I LIKE THIS ONE!

KEEP QUIET

pairings: best friends brother!sunghoon x afab!reader

warnings: somno, HEAVY non con, threatening, unprotected sex, sort of misogynistic thoughts, vaginal fingering, p in v

Rough, yet soft hands reaching down your sleeping body, your breath steady as anyone who was sleeping breath would be like.

You looked so peaceful, so calm. Your bitchy and loud mouth finally shut, Sunghoons mind and hands running wild.

You were his sisters—step sister to be exact— best friend.

Maybe if you weren’t such a bitch, maybe if you knew your place, he wouldn’t need to do this.

His body growing hot each passing minute, the way your brows furrowed, creating a small frown on your tired face.

When your body began to fight against his, and you almost shouted when you woke up and turned your head to see who was touching you-

None other than the ever quiet, intimidating Sunghoon.

“A-ah, stop..” you breathed out, trying to move away from him, his larger frame holding your waist, the one hand sinking deeper.

“Shut up.” His hand went from your waist to your mouth, covering it.

Throwing your head back as you tried to move away from his grasp, when his hand finally reached your panties.

“Told you to be quiet, let me enjoy you.” He whispered in your ear, harshly.

He started rubbing your clit, your eyes narrowing and your brows furrowing as you looked down at the way his fingers skillfully worked on your aching cunt.

You attempted to bite his hand to get him to stop, so he thought of something.

His hand moved from your mouth to your neck, and he pushed your back closer to him.

“Shut up, or she gets it too.” He threatened, his whisper harsh as he gestured towards your friend, sleeping peacefully.

You shook your head, not wanting your dear friend to know what he was doing, nor did you want her being touched.

“Good. Stay quiet.” His fingers rubbing and dragging against your cunt, until he decided to stretch you out with his fingers.

“God, you’re fucking wet. You enjoy this? Being fingered like a slut by your best friends step-bro?” He chuckled quietly, his hand still on your throat, as you could feel your own slick dripping down your thighs.

It was more than humiliating, the way you were actually turned on by this. Feeling your body betray your mind, squeezing around his fingers, as you still squirmed against Sunghoons body.

“Ugh— nhm..!” You bit down on your lip, your body spasming as you came all over his fingers. You could feel how hard Sunghoon was, his dick pressing against your ass.

All that was exchanged was a glance of need from you, and a soft tug of Sunghoons shorts, revealing his cock.

He moved you from your side, so that you were on your stomach. He lifted your ass up, almost slapping it but the noise would be too loud, it would wake up his sis.

Sliding into your soaked pussy, he leaned over, biting your neck before beginning to thrust. Your mouth hanging open, from the sheer size of Sunghoon. He already did a number on you with his fingers, you could barely think, still tired as he began to hold your hips.

Sunghoon always thought you were pretty, but seeing you struggle to even think properly, as your cunt sucked him in, made him so aroused. You looked so pathetic, something you always were in his eyes.

Girls like you needed to know their place, especially you.

His hands keeping your hips as he kept his thrusts short and fast, yet impactful.

Sounds of his balls hitting your cunt sounding through the room, as his brows furrowed at the noise. One hand of his going to your face, lifting you up.

He tilted your chin, kissing you sloppily as he continued to push you down onto his cock.

Sunghoon was going to fill you up, make sure that his cum was dripping from your abused hole.

“So fuckin’ pathetic, you like me so much, huh?” His tone was hushed, yet mocking enough as your tongue lolled out, feeling the knot in your tummy form.

Sunghoon buried himself deep, shuffling a bit so he could get the best angle.

Pulling out of your cunt, hot white stripes of cum following.

God, you hoped your friend didn’t wake up.

Mine

After breaking up with his girlfriend because she isn't satisfying him in bed, Sunghoon quickly realizes what an asshole he is and that he wants needs her back.

Word count: idk? thousands hun, thousands you're gonna be here a while 🤷🏾‍♀️

🔞🚫⚠️🚨MDNI!🚨⚠️🚫🔞

Warnings ⚠️: NSFW, Sunghoon is a jerk lol he's toxic af, meandom!Sunghoon, posessive!Sunghoon, humiliation!!!, dacryphilia, spanking, degradation!!!!, overstimulation, brat!reader, brat tamer!Sunghoon ,pet names(beautiful, doll, pretty, princess, baby etc), DIRTY TALK, cum play, oral, jealousy etc not proofread cuz girl it was just too much. Just ignore any grammatical mistakes it's not that deep lol

Sunghoon irritably swiped the stubborn tears falling from his eyes before taking his fourth shot of the night. He was drunk as hell and miserable. It had been nearly a month since he and his girlfriend had split, and at first he was fine. But as time passed, instead of moving on he felt more heartbroken then ever. And it was all his fault.

He had been stuck between a rock and a hard place. He loved his significant other, he really truly did. They were opposites in just about every way, but she complimented him perfectly. Everything about her was amazing to him, she was his perfect match.

Except in bed.

She had been a virgin when they first got together, so sweet and innocent. And because Sunghoon loved her, he was gentle and soft with her the first time. And the time after that. And the next time too. Until he was trapped in a never ending cycle of soft sex and weak orgasms. She was inexperienced, and he worried that if she knew how nasty he really was in bed she'd be disgusted with him. But he didn't want to continue to have his desires remain unsatisfied either. And it's not like he never wanted the lovey-dovey shit. He just preferred to have nasty, borderline disrespectful sex first, and afterwards he'd cuddle his baby and tell her how much he loved her.

And Sunghoon knew that there was probably a better way to have had this conversation with her. But he was never really good with words. Which is how they ended up breaking up in the first place. He could still hear the anger, the embarrassment in her sweet voice.

"What do you mean you're not satisfied?"

"I'm not trying to start an argument. But our sex life is.... bland? It's just... not necessarily....fun for me." He cringed internally as he remembered his words. Of course that would start an argument. It kept going back and forth between them until she looked at him with watery eyes.

"Well if I'm not satisfying you, then maybe you should go find someone who can," He knew she didn't mean it. But he called her bluff anyway.

"Maybe I will. Because you're shit in bed," He could see her heart breaking. Was he dumb? Why would he say something like that to her? Her eyes got big in shock before her hand covered her mouth to muffled the sob that came out. He squeezed his eyes shut. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

"I....I didn't mean that-"

"Get out." Her voice wobbled.

"No, I-"

"Get. Out!"

So he left. He left thinking that they just needed a minute to cool down and then they'd be able to talk it out. But then a day passed. Three days, and forty-seven missed calls. A week later and Jay was going to her apartment to collect all of Sunghoon's things because she didn't want him anywhere near her anymore. His entire life had turned upside down. He handled it well at first, but as the days went on it got harder instead of easier. Every little thing reminded him of her absence and how dumb he was for screwing up the one thing in his life that was effortlessly right. He thought about her constantly, when he'd come home after a long day at the studio to an empty bed and no dinner waiting for him on the table. When he'd be dying to share some exciting news with her only to remember she had blocked his number. When he felt like he was a total failure wanting to fall apart and his favorite shoulder to cry on was no longer available. And now a month later and Sunghoon was so distraught over the situation that he was getting drunk for the fifth night in a row.

"Sung-....Sunghoon hyung?" He could barely open his teary eyes, but he recognized Sunoo's voice.

"What?" He bit back.

"You're crying..." They were at a relatively nice restaurant, and the sight of him crying and throwing back shots was probably less than appetizing. He couldn't care less.

"Yeah, no shit. I'm miserable. I miss her so fucking bad," He hated the way everyone kept looking at him sympathetically. Like he was a sick puppy or something.

"You shouldn't have been such a dick to her then," He knew Jay was right. While everyone else pitied him, Jay and Heeseung felt no empathy for him.

"Jay is right. So stop that crying shit. You did this to yourself," Sunghoon was just about to tell both of them to fuck off when Niki spoke in a soft voice.

"Sunghoon hyung, isn't that your ex-girlfriend?" His eyes shot wide open.

"Where?!" He followed the direction of Niki's finger, only to find HIS woman sitting at a table with another man.

She was smiling, completely engrossed in whatever the man was saying to her. He watched as the man ran one of his disgusting fingers down her bare arm. She leaned closer to him, cleavage on full display as she toyed with her necklace. When she bit her lip, looking up at him through her pretty lashes, Sunghoon snapped. He promptly stole Jungwon's tall glass of water, downing it in seconds. The combination of shock and ice water in his system sobered him up a bit. But not a lot. He was still very much drunk enough to stand up from his table, marching over to her with determination. He ignored his friends calling for him to stop, knowing his actions were embarrassing the heck out of them.

"What the fuck is this!?" She jumped a little in surprise as his hands slammed down onto her table.

"S- Sunghoon? What are you-"

"I'm crying my eyes out, despondent over you and you're out on a fucking date?!"

"Well, what was I supposed to do? Sit around and mope over my asshole of an ex-boyfriend? Fuck you. I'm happy without you." She leaned forward to look around him.

"Jaeyun! Jaeyun, come get your friend. He's drunk and he's embarrassing all of us," Jake looked like he'd have preferred the ground opening up and swallowing him whole.

"You're happy without me... you're happy without me?!" The commotion was only getting louder.

"Yes, Sunghoon. I am. Now go back to your table and let me enjoy the rest of my date in peace,"

That was a lie. Her date was boring at best. And the fact that he hadn't said a word or even looked at Sunghoon since this whole ordeal started irritated her. What a turn off.

"No, fuck you. How could you be going on a date a month after we split? How could you move on so fast from me like that? How!? Because I'll never be able to move on, I'm fucking heartbroken over you! You broke up with me before we could even try to fix our problems-" Sunghoon was feeling fully sober now.

"Sunghoon, just stop! The only problem that needed to be fixed in our relationship was you! This is ridiculous, we aren't getting back together so-"

"Excuse me, you're disturbing our other guests, we're going to have to ask both of you to leave, please."

Great.

"See what you fucking did, Sunghoon! This is your fault," She stood, snatching her coat and purse. Her date didn't move.

"Uhhhh... whatever this is between the two of you, I don't really want anything to do with it," He mumbled awkwardly. She didn't even respond, turning and leaving without another word.

"You're an idiot for not fighting for her," Sunghoon said bluntly. He turned back to his table to see his friends not moving.

"We're not leaving either. You want to act like an imbecile and get kicked out, that's fine. But you're on your own," Heeseung didn't even look up from his menu when he spoke. He knew the younger members would listen to him and stay because he was the oldest. Once again, Sunghoon didn't care. He had bigger fish to fry.

He followed her as she stomped out of the restaurant angrily.

"Hey! Get back here and explain what the fuck you thought you were doing going on a date?!"

"Stop following me! Have you not ruined my night- no, my life enough!?" She screamed at him as she angrily unlocked her car door.

"Answer my question. What the fuck are you doing on a date? Why aren't you depressed like me?!" Sunghoon threw the passenger side open, ducking down so he could see her as she slammed the door shut behind her.

"You know what, Sunghoon? I decided to go out with him so that I could fuck him. Is that what you want to hear? I wanted him to teach me how to please a man in bed. So that no man can ever hurt me the way that you did ever again." Sunghoon's eyes grew wide with shock and anger.

"...You were going to give that dumbass... my fucking pussy?" He grit out quietly between clenched teeth. And as much as she hated to admit it, he was kind of turning her on. She had never heard him talk like this before.

"I....it's not your's anymore. And you know what else? He wouldn't have been the first guy I've fucked since we broke up," She was lying straight through her teeth, just to rile him up.

"What did you say?" He had a crazed look in his eyes, that was both scary and sexy. Was she pushing him too far?

"I said he wouldn't have been the first guy I've fucked since we split. You told me I was shit in bed. So I've taken it upon myself to do some extensive research to learn how to satisfy any man's sexual appetite. And let's just say I haven't had any complai-" He crawled into her passenger seat wordlessly and slammed the door shut so hard that the whole car shook.

"How many?" His voice was low and frighteningly calm. She knew she probably should have given up the act at this point, but her pride wouldn't let her.

"H-how many wha-"

"How many fucking men have you given my cunt to?!" She jumped when he hollered. Yup. She had definitely pushed him too far.

"That's none of your business, Sunghoon. I'm not your's anymore-"

"Like hell you aren't. Drive."

"What? Sunghoon, you are not going back to my apartment." She felt him wrap a possessive hand around her thigh.

"Why not? Am I interrupting another dick appointment? You're going to take me back to that apartment right now. If anyone is gonna teach you how to fuck, it's gonna be me. I hope you're ready. Because I'm gonna fuck you over and over and over again. Until your throat hurts from crying and screaming my name, and your body is so weak and exhausted that you can't even move. Until you forget every other man you've been with because they could never pleasure you the way I can. Until you're stuffed so full of my cum that you have no choice but to acknowledge the fact that you. Are. Mine." The combination of his words and the death grip he had on her thigh was making her ruin her panties.

"Sunghoon... you can't t-talk to me like that. You never talked like this be-before," She stuttered breathlessly. Was she abnormal for thinking this was sexy?

"You were my good girl before. But do you think you deserve to be treated sweetly after going out and giving my pussy away to random men? No. You want to act like a whore, I'm going to treat you like one. Now I'm not going to fucking tell you again. Drive." She rolled her eyes, just to give him attitude.

"Whatever, Sunghoon. You're not fucking me though. That privilege has come and gone for you," She started her car, heart racing with anticipation.

"Keep fucking talking, little girl. Your ass is already in a shitload of trouble."

"What do you not understand about us not being together anymore? That shit might fly when you're in a relationship, but we aren't, Sunghoon. So you can talk shit if you want, but it doesn't mean anything. I'm single, so I do what I want now. And if I want to have a random hookup, I will. I guess you can come over for a bit so you can sober up but we're not having sex and that's it. There's nothing else to talk about."

The truth was that there had never been any other men. And she wanted his dick inside of her more than she wanted air to breathe. She could feel her wetness starting to spread, her lacy black thong sticking to her. When she pulled up to a stoplight she snuck a glance at him from the corner of her eye, smiling internally at how white his knuckles were turning from angrily gripping the door.

"You really think this relationship is over? You thought I would just let you go that easily? You'll never be done with me. Never. I don't give a single fuck. I don't fucking care if you're mad at me. We'll just have to figure out a way to work shit out because you're mine. No one else's. Just mine." She ignored him as she turned down the street onto her block. She parked outside her house, arms folded as she turned to look at Sunghoon.

"You can stay for just a little bit, Sunghoon. So you can sober all the way up. And then you need to leave, and I'm being dead serious."

"I'm already sober and I'll stay as long as I fucking want," He grumbled, stepping out of her car.

She closed her eyes with a sigh. How stubborn could he get? And what was she getting herself into? She gasped when he opened her door, extending his hand out for her. She took it, her entire body tingling at the smallest touch. He kept her small hand engulfed in his much bigger one, shooting her an icy glare when she tried to pull away. Her keys shook in her hand as she trembled, nervously unlocking her door and throwing her purse on the counter. She was putting her keys into the drawer when she felt him push up against her back.

"Sunghoon, I said we're not having sex, so don't even try it," She walked to the living room, trying to put distance between them. It was all for naught, seeing as he followed her.

"Sooo... it's ok to sleep around with strangers, but not with the man that fucking loves you? That makes no sense at all. I miss you, baby. I miss you so fucking bad. Don't you miss me too?" His voice was soft, but the look in his eyes said she'd better think carefully about her answer. Her heart fluttered a bit at his declaration of love, but she forced herself not to focus on that.

"Sit down and make yourself comfortable I guess. I'm going to take a shower," She booked it to her room, desperate to have space between them. She locked herself in, taking a deep breath as she heard the TV turn on. With the door locked she felt comfortable enough to strip naked and make her way into her bathroom. She turned the water on, admiring her body in the mirror as she waited for it to get hot. Even though she hadn't slept with anyone since Sunghoon, she had taken all the necessary steps to prepare herself for sleeping with her date. She had had every intention of giving it a go with her date tonight, but Sunghoon appearing out of the blue helped her to see that she didn't want to give herself to anyone else. Of course she still loved Sunghoon. And she missed him too. Missed their late night talks, and cooking for him. She missed the way butterflies erupted in her stomach when he held her close. Missed his soft pink lips kissing her, and the way he spolied her. But after how he had treated her, she was really going to make him work to get her back. She stepped into the shower, mind on overload about how to handle her current situation.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon was both silently fuming and nervous. He was so angry that he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back and give her that same old flowery, lovey-dovey sex that she seemed so fond of. He was going to punish her for hurting him and sleeping with other men. And he hoped the rough way he planned on manhandling her didn't scare his sweet, innocent baby away. The TV was blank noise in the background of his thoughts. What was he doing sitting here when she was naked and wet in the shower? He promptly got up, walking to her door and attempting to turn the knob. Locked. He grinned in amusement. Did she think this was enough to keep him away from her? Sunghoon had found one of her bobby pins and picked the lock within five minutes. Apparently she had been so confident in him staying on the other side of that door that she hadn't even closed the door to her bathroom. He walked right in, watching as she rubbed a sudsy loofah all over her body. Fuck. How did he ever give this up? He looked around the familiar bathroom, noticing a pretty lacy thong ontop of a basket. He snatched it up, determining that she had just taken it off as it was still warm from the heat of her body. And wet. He licked at the crotch of her panties, eyes fluttering as he tasted her arousal. He sat back and watched her for a while, his hand roughly palming his dick over his slacks.

"I watched him touching you. Back at the restaurant. I saw that dickhead put his hands on you." She squealed in surprise, hiding behind her hands to cover herself up.

"Sunghoon, get the fuck out! What are you doing!?"

"Make sure you scrub every molecule of his DNA off of your body before I fuck you, Princess."

"Didn't I say we weren't fucking? How did you even get in here? I told you..." Her sentence trailed off as he began to unbutton his shirt.

Fuck. She had almost forgotten just how sexy Sunghoon was. With his shirt off and him staring into her eyes as he unbuckled his belt, she felt a familiar tingle in the pit of her stomach. Once he was naked, he pushed her back into the shower, entering in behind her. She stood there covering up her body with her hands, trying to will herself into kicking him out for good. But as his hands pushed hers away from hiding her body she knew this was inevitable.

"Come here," She obeyed embarrassingly quick, her wet body pushing up against his. He wrapped one arm around her waist, and with his other hand took a firm hold of her chin, tilting her head back to look up at him.

"Green means keep going, yellow means you're feeling unsure, and red means stop immediately. If you say yellow, we'll pause and you'll tell me why you're feeling unsure. If I determine you're only saying yellow to be a brat, I will punish you. If you say red, then we're done for the night, so don't say that shit if you don't mean it. Do you understand?" She nodded hesitantly.

"Words, Princess. If I ask you a question, you answer me."

"I- yes I understand,"

"Good. Color?"

This was her last chance. She could say red and he'd leave her alone. He'd leave her apartment and she could forget this entire night ever happened. After everything he had said to her, he certainly didn't deserve her compliance. He didn't deserve a second chance at all. What he had said to her would remain in the back of her head for the rest of her life. She'd never forget how badly his words had hurt her. He no longer had the right to do this to her.

"Green," She could've said red. But she didn't want to. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.

"I've missed you, Doll. I love you. Missed you so much," He mumbled against her lips.

"I missed you too," She whispered back, melting for him.

"I think I missed you more. See... while we were split up...I was loyal to you always. It never even crossed my mind to go out and fuck around behind your back. Even though I could've. Could've gone out and had a hundred girls taking turns sucking my dick. But I only get hard for you, baby. My dick only wants you. But it seems like that's the first thing you did," His hand went from gripping her chin to wrapping around her throat.

"Tell me, Love. Did you enjoy it? Whoring around behind my back. Letting strangers stretch my pretty pussy open around their dicks. Did you think about me while they were fucking you?" Flustered couldn't even begin to describe how she was feeling.

"I...I um-,"

"Did you let them cum inside my fucking cunt?"

"N-no! No, Sunghoon," She thought about telling him she lied about the other men, but she was too embarrassed.

"Good. Get down on your knees, slut. I'm gonna make a mess all over that pretty princess face." She got down on her knees, the water splashing off the tile and sprinkling her face. He tangled a wet hand in her hair, yanking her forward. He rubbed his aching shaft all over her face, moaning as she placed a gentle kiss wherever he allowed her too.

"I saw that pretty black thong you had on tonight. It was soaking wet from your sloppy little cunt. Did you make that mess in your panties for me, baby? Or someone else?" He grinned as she looked up at him with wide, shocked doe eyes, her pupils dilated with arousal.

"For you, Sunghoon,"

"Say it, slut,"

"My um.... my sloppy little cunt made a mess in my panties for you, Sunghoon," This was going better than expected for Sunghoon. He had honestly expected her to stick her little prudish nose in the air and tell him to go fuck himself. But the way she was following his directions and admitting she was wet for him showed him that she was a lot nastier than he had thought.

"Good girl. Open wide, Doll," She had never done this before, not even with Sunghoon. But in an attempt to keep her lie up, she opened wide and sucked his dripping tip into her mouth.

"I'm going to train that throat to take every single inch of my cock. Look up at me so I can watch those pretty eyes water while I fuck your pretty face." She moaned in response, sending a shiver down his spine.

"That's right, baby doll. Moan on my dick. Relax your throat so I can go in deeper," She did her best to follow his instructions, gagging as she felt him near the back of her throat.

"Oh fuck. That feels so fucking good when you gag, baby. Can I make you gag again? Huh, Love?" She mumbled a muffled,'mhm'. So he pressed deeper into her mouth again, moaning as she violently gagged around him.

"Look at you, Doll. So pretty. I love you. I love my pathetic little whore. You can't even take a few inches down your throat, can you? I guess the men you've been messing around with haven't been as big as me, huh?" She shook her head.

"No? You get down on your knees for them as well? Seems like you were always too shy to get down and suck me off, but you could do it for strangers? Never again, baby. No one else will ever get to see how pretty my little slut looks with a dick in her mouth." She was painfully aware of the ache growing between her legs. She had never been particularly interested in oral sex, but the feeling of his warm, throbbing member on her tongue was making her so hot.

"Well? Show me what you learned, Doll. Since you're so experienced now." She was starting to panic a little. She had no clue how to suck a dick. She was slow, timid at best. She pressed soft kisses to his tip, wrapping her tiny hand around his girth and stroking gently.

"You're too gentle. It's sweet, but it's not what I want." He wrapped his hand around hers, squeezing his dick and stroking roughly with her hand. He groaned and at first she thought she might have hurt him, but the way he was biting his lip told her otherwise.

"Spit on it," If she had been wearing pearls she would have clutched them. She leaned forward, tentatively spitting on his head. He smirked as he looked down at her.

"Open," She opened her mouth only to have him shove his fingers into the back of her throat. She gagged, mouth filing with saliva. She spit it into his waiting hand, watching as he used it to coat his shaft. He wrapped her fingers back around his length.

"Now stroke it. Just like I showed you."

She nodded, gripping him in a tight fist and squeezing as she massaged his length.

"Fuck. Much better." He panted. She felt just a tinge of pride at being able to make him feel good. He hummed softly, hips beginning to fuck into her fist.

"Suck on the head, Doll." She obliged, taking his fat, throbbing head into her mouth. It felt smooth and warm on her tongue, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning at the slightly salty taste. Her tongue swirled circles around him, stopping to massage his frenulum.

"Fuck. Just like that, Doll. Keep stroking and sucking my dick so I can cum all over that pretty face," She moaned back in response, the vibration of her lips around his sensitive head pushing him to the edge.

"Shit. I'm gonna cum. Look up at me. Let me see those pretty eyes while I ruin that gorgeous face," He pulled out of her mouth, fucking into her fist faster and faster until he could feel his balls tensing up with his release.

"Shit! Ohhhh fuuuuuuucck," He groaned as his aching tip spewed hot white cum onto her face. He nutted everywhere but in her eyes, gasping in disbelief at how hot she looked dripping in his seed. He rubbed his head against her wet lips, a few final drops leaking out of him as she kissed it. She licked his cum off of her lips and the sight was enough to have him beginning to harden again.

He turned the water off and stepped out, dragging her along with him. She reached for a small towel, which he immediately snatched from her.

"Don't even think about wiping it off. You're gonna keep my cum on your face until I give you permission to clean it up. Look at yourself," She turned to look at herself in the semi foggy mirror, immediately closing her eyes in embarrassment.

"Open your eyes, Princess. Look at how nasty you look covered in my cum." She opened her eyes at his demand.

He stood behind her in the mirror, big hands massaging her shoulders, as he kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. He licked a stripe across her cheek, gathering his cum on his tongue. He tangled a hand in her hair and yanked so hard she gasped, giving him the opportunity to spit his cum into her mouth. He stared into the mirror, giving her an open mouth kiss, his cock twitching as he watched them play with his cum on their tongues, passing it back and forth between their mouths.

"What a filthy fucking whore. Look at yourself. Dripping in my seed. Lips swollen from sucking dick. You've certainly come a long way from that shy little virgin you used to be, huh? I bet you like it. Feeling like my dirty little slut. You like being used like a toy, don't you Doll?"

"Yes...b-but..." He quirked an intrigued brow.

"But what?"

"I only like being... nasty with you," A shiver ran down his spine.

"Yeah? That's because you're mine. Even if your mouth won't admit it..." His hand snaked in between her thighs to rub harsh circles on her quivering clit.

"...This pretty little cunt knows exactly who it belongs to." She gasped, unsure whether she wanted to run away from his rough hands or push her hips into them.

"Say it, pretty. Tell me who you belong to," He bent her over the counter roughly, his hand coming down against her ass like lightening.

"Oh! Y- you, Sunghoon," He didn't miss the way her slit gushed and clenched when he spanked her. So he did it again and again, making her arch her back and moan. He grabbed a cheek in both hands and spread her open, salivating at the sight of her oozing hole clenching.

"Mmm. Pussy is fuckin' wet. What's got you all soaked, Babe? Did your little pussy get wet from sucking my dick? Or the dirty talk? Hmm? Or is it from getting spanked?" He toyed with her sticky cunt as he talked, bringing his wet fingers to his mouth.

"Hmm, all of it, Sunghoon. It's you. I'm all wet because of you. I had no idea you were so fucking nasty, it's turning me on so bad, Hoon. I....I wanna be a good little whore for you, baby. Please? Let me be your dirty little slut." Sunghoon was eating her pussy from behind before she could finish talking.

"You're driving me insane. Put your leg up on the counter so I can eat you, baby," She did as told, arching her back and riding his face. His arm wrapped around her hip, his middle finger easily finding her aching clit. He rubbed it in fast hard circles, grinning as her hips began to rut into his hand.

"Su-Sunghoon!" She whimpered. His tongue circled her tight entrance before he pulled back and spat onto her hole. She felt his rough, wet tongue entering inside of her. Sunghoon was burying his tongue so deep inside of her that the tip of his nose was brushing against her clenching sphincter.

"I hope you didn't let them eat you, baby. Because this is my pretty little princess pussy. All mine."

"No, I...I didn't let them e-eat me," The combination of his tongue flicking against her hole and his fingers rubbing frantically at her clit had her near the edge of orgasm already.

"Why, baby? Why didn't you let them taste you? You taste so fucking good. Sweet like candy. Tell me why you didn't let them eat you out,"

"Be...because...I...Sunghoon, I think I'm gonna cum," She could barely think straight enough to form her sentence. His other hand snaked up her leg, a long finger pushing inside of her soaked entrance. She immediately clenched around it, her body shaking as she got closer and closer to her release.

"Look in the mirror, Doll. Watch how pretty you look when you cum for me. And answer my fucking question. Why didn't you let them eat you out?"

"Because it's your fucking cunt," She sobbed in pleasure, watching her cum covered face contort as she came in his mouth. Her hips bucked forward, humping his fingers as her creamy juices flooded his palm. He rubbed her clit, fingering her through her climax, moaning to himself at the sight of her falling apart for him. He sure had missed the feeling of her cunt clenching and spasming in ecstasy. And he couldn't wait a minute longer to feel her around his dick.

"That's right, baby. Because it's mine. Put your leg down and bend over so I can fuck my juicy little cunt. Color?" She whimpered desperately, bending over the counter and pushing her ass back into him.

"Green. Please, Sunghoon I need you,"

"You need me? What do you need, baby? Tell me," He teased, grinding his cock into her ass.

"I need your....your dick inside of me. Please Hoon? I feel so empty. Want you to fill me up," She said shyly.

"Hmm, anything for you, Love." He hummed.

She was much shorter than him, so he bent at the knees and hoisted her up onto her tippy toes so that his cock lined up with the entrance of her cunt. He gripped his girthy member, his tip kissing her sensitive entrance. He rubbed it against her hole, moaning as her juices coated his head. He looked in the mirror, his eyes finding hers as he slowly sunk into her inch by inch. Her face scrunched as she stretched around his dick for the first time in weeks. When his hips finally settled against the cushion of her ass, he sighed contently, feeling like he had finally come home. He rested against her for a moment to collect himself and give her time to adjust to the stretch. She nibbled her lip anxiously. She went back and forth in her head, before she decided it was safe to tell him about her little lie.

"S-Sunghoon?" She whispered, wiggling a bit against him.

"Oh fuck....yes, baby?" He whispered back breathlessly, eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure.

"I gotta tell you something. But don't get mad, ok?" His eyes opened, narrowing at her.

"What?"

"Um...remember how I said that I've been f-fucking other men? I lied. There was never anyone else. Just you. I just wanted to make you jealous and-"

"You lied to me about fucking other men?"

"Um... Yes. But only because-"

"You lied to me. About whether or not you let some other man's dick use my fucking pussy? Do you know how pissed I was, thinking about you giving other men what belongs to me? That's fucking unacceptable. Don't you ever do that shit again, you hear me?"

"Yes, Sunghoon," She nodded. There was something so humiliating about being reprimanded like a child, but it also kind of turned her on. He tugged her back roughly so that her back was against his chest. His left hand trapped both of her wrist in between them, behind her back, and his right hand wrapped around her throat.

"You did that shit on purpose. You wanted to make me jealous? Well mission accomplished. Why should I even believe you? Huh? Why should I believe you haven't been whoring around behind my back?" He whispered in her ear, staring into her eyes through the mirror.

"I haven't been!" She groaned, cunt gushing around him. Even though she knew she was in trouble, the thought of him taking his anger out on her had her dripping around his length.

"You sure? I can feel your pussy soaking my dick. This turns you on, doesn't it? You dirty fucking slut. You probably get wet like this for everyone, don't you, baby?"

"No, just you, Sunghoon." She was shaking, desperate for him to move.

"Sunghoon, fuck me. Please? It feels like it's been forever since I had your dick inside me. Please, baby?" She begged, doing her best to grind back onto him.

"Promise me. Promise me you're telling the truth." He demanded, holding his pinky out towards her. She thought it was a bit silly, but also adorable. She wrapped her little finger around his, struggling a bit because he was still gripping her wrist behind her back, before speaking.

"I promise, Sunghoon. There's never been anyone else but you, not even once."

This was apparently enough for him, because as soon as the words left her mouth he was bending her back over the sink, pulling out and thrusting back in at a punishing pace. The sound of his hips smacking into her ass filled the room, accompanied by the squelching of her drooling pussy. She had never felt him like this before, fucking into her so roughly and choking her while he leaned down to whisper dirty things in her ear.

"Fuck, yes! This is what I've been fucking craving," He growled like an animal. The rougher he was the wetter she got, her juices dripping down his balls and onto his inner thighs.

"Does it feel good, whore? You like taking my dick from behind? You look so fucking pretty stuffed full of my cock and dripping in my cum. Such a pretty little whore for me,"

"Yes, it feels so fucking good, baby. My pussy is so fucking wet for you," She slurred, eyes rolling back.

"Fuck. So fucking pretty. I love watching those titties bounce while I fuck you. I can see my dick in your tummy, baby. Can you feel me? Can you feel me deep in your guts?" She tried to touch him, only to realize that he was still gripping her wrists.

"Fucking me so deep, Hoonie. Does my pussy feel good? So fucking wet for you..." Hearing her talk dirty to him only made him pummel her gash harder and faster.

"Pussy feels so fucking tight and warm and wet, fuuuuck." He babbled brainlessly.

If they had been fucking like this from the start, they'd have never split. She moaned at his fucked out, dazed expression in the mirror, grinding back into his dick. His head fell back as his breathe quickened. It was too soon for him to cum, but if he kept going at this pace then he knew it'd be over fairly soon. So he slowed down, dragging his dick along her walls slowly but roughly. On one particular thrust she shot up, her back arching as she squealed.

"Oh my- what the fuck is that spot?! It feels so fucking good! What the fuck is that?!" His eyes darkened with lust.

"That feel good, baby? Did I hit your g-spot?" Now that he had figured out the perfect angle to hit it at, he obliterated it, fucking into her with deep, hard strokes. She tried to pull her hips away from him, her eyes welling up with tears of pleasure.

"Don't fucking run from it. You stay still and take every inch of my dick, slut." She tried to listen, but the way he was choking her and fucking her, and whispering dirty things had an orgasm building up within her that she was almost afraid to experience.

"It's too much... I'm- I'm gonna fucking..." She gasped as the overwhelming feeling of needing to pee struck her. Before she could ask him to stop, her eyes were rolling back and her pussy was squirting all over her bathroom counter and floor. Her legs gave out, Sunghoon catching her and holding her trembling body up as he continued to pound into her g-spot. She was getting fucked dumb, passed the point of words, tears steaming down her cheeks as she sobbed in pleasure. It seemed like it lasted forever, and when she finally came to, Sunghoon was thrusting shallowly into her quivering cunt and stroking her curls. She was once again rendered speechless as her sensitive cunt throbbed around him.

"Where are your manners, baby? Don't you think you should say thank you for this big, hard cock fucking you dumb and making you squirt like a whore? Huh?"

"Th....thank-" She stuttered, moaning as he began thrusting wildly into her again. It then dawned on her that he hadn't reached his orgasm yet.

"Please. Sunghoon, stop! I'm so sensitive," He ignored her, reaching around and rubbing her clit in tight little circles with his middle and ring fingers. She tried to close her legs around his hand, but a sharp spank had her spreading her legs again. She was dizzy from her first orgasm, and so worked up and sensitive that she could feel a second one coming in hot.

"Say thank you to me for making you fucking squirt. That shit was so fucking sexy. I love watching you shake and cum on my dick." He moaned, desperate for his own release.

"Th- thank you! Thank you, Daddy!" She cried, pussy spasming around him as she came again.

Daddy? Upon hearing that, Sunghoon couldn't hold back. The enticing feeling of her warm hole sucking and massaging his cock sent him over the edge. His eyes rolled back, fingers tugging roughly on her locks as he stilled, spilling his seed inside of her. He moaned lewdly as he shot rope after rope of cum inside her cunt, finally finding relief. It had been weeks since he felt the alluring pulsating of her cunt around him, and he knew he could never give it up again. He pulled out with a shiver, already missing her wet heat. When she looked up at him through the mirror, face dripping in his seed, he chuckled to himself. He snatched his slacks up from the ground, digging his phone out of his pocket. He opened his camera up, and angled it so he could see her messy face in the mirror, and her leaking cunt at the same time. And then he took the picture.

"Smile for the camera, whore." She squeezed her eyes shut at that, humiliated and turned on beyond words. He dropped his phone back on the counter when he was satisfied with his picture.

"Stand up. And if you let a drop of my cum spill out, I will fuck you until you cry. Again." He turned her around, placing a sweet kiss on her cum covered lips. He grabbed a rag, running it under warm water and using it to wipe her face clean. Once her face was completely free of any residual makeup and cum, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, lips still connected.

"I'm not done with you yet, baby doll. Come on, let's go get in bed," He laid her out across the bed, making sure she was resting comfortably on the pillows. The cold sheets felt good against their over heated bodies. He hovered over her, placing gentle kisses all over her. He grabbed the fancy smelling lotion from her bedside table, using it as an excuse to rub her body down from head to toe. She laid there, stretched out for him like the spoiled pillow princess she was, grinning as he pampered her. She missed this aspect of their relationship. He always treated her like royalty.

"You did such a good job for me, baby. I'm so proud of my pretty princess," He smiled placing a kiss to her chest.

"All mine." He whispered, trailing kisses down her body. "Mine, mine, mine,"

"I think you deserve a treat for being such a good slut for me. So you just lay back and let me do all the work, OK? Daddy's gonna eat this pussy until you cream." She didn't know how much more she could take. But she spread her legs wider and ran a shaky hand through Sunghoon's hair nonetheless. He looked up at her through love stricken eyes, teasingly rubbing his lips against her smooth, soft mound.

"I love you, Doll."

"I love you, too, baby,"

"So that means we're back together?" He asked slyly, lapping at her clit. She mewled, her free hand gripping a hardened nipple between her pointer finger and thumb.

"No," She smiled internally. "I never said that." His brows knitted in confusion.

"But you love me? So why are we not together?" He upped the ante, suckling her clit into his mouth in hopes it'd make her change her mind.

"Mmm fuck. Because you're an asshole and you made me cry. And you never even said sorry," She moaned.

"Well consider this my formal apology,"

He devoured her overworked little button, spitting and licking and sucking until her head spun. She felt two fingers slip inside of her, sliding through his cum to reach her abused g-spot. The tips of his fingers massaged her spot gently, as his mouth sucked the puffy lips of her cunt. He continued fucking her with his fingers as he spoke.

"We don't have to be together. But we're not seeing anyone else, either. Understand?" He returned to licking roughly over her sensitive bud.

"Mmm, Sunghoon. I'll do whatever I want. You can't control me. You can't stop me from going out with other men. You can't tell me...mmm...what to do," She moaned, thoroughly enjoying giving him a hard time.

"Oh, I can't?" He gave one last deep, loving suckle to her clit before pulling his fingers out and sitting up.

"And here I thought you were finally ready to be my good girl. I should've known better, huh?"

"You really should've," She nodded, grinning cheekily.

"You think this is funny?"

"I think it's funny that you think you can control me outside of this bedroom. I might be submissive in here, but once we leave this room, I'm going to flex all the new skills you're teaching me, if you know what I mean. You know what they say; the best way to get over someone is to get under somebody else," It took everything in her not to laugh at the expression on his face as she teased him.

"Under somebody el- Oh, hell no. You've completely lost your fucking mind. You obviously need to be put in your place. You've been a bad girl. I think you need to be spanked," She gasped as he suddenly yanked her up. The room seemed to be spinning just a bit before she ended up over his knees.

"Color?"

"Green,"

"Good. You're going to count each spank and when you've had enough, you'll apologize for being a brat, understand?" He asked, his left hand holding her steady at the small of her back. Something told her that now probably wasn't the best time to keep teasing him.

"Yes," As soon as the word left her mouth, she felt his hand come down like fire across her ass. And it hurt, but as she caught a glimpse of them in the mirror across the room, she felt a deep ache in the pit of her stomache.

"One,"

Another swift smack to her ass, the force of his hand making her plump flesh jiggle in a way that had his dick throbbing.

"Two,"

Another smack has her wriggling in his lap, her plush thighs stroking his hard length. He fought back a moan before lifting his hand again.

"Three,"

Though Sunghoon enjoyed the sound of his palm meeting her plump flesh, he much preferred the sound of his hips smacking into her ass as he fucked her.

"F-four,"

He would've never pegged her as a pain slut, but as her hips raised up against his palm in a silent plea for more, a dark grin spread across his face. She was even more fun than he had fantasized.

"Fi-five,"

It came out in a desperate moan, as she alternated between attempting to grind her clit into the meat of his thighs and pushing her ass into his palm.

"Six, f-fuck! Seven,"

She was crumbling already. Her teary eyes staring expectantly at him, waiting for more.

"Eight....oh! nine,"

He could see the way her cunt was clenching and unclenching, desperate to be filled. Her creamy, milky arousal was gushing out of her wet slit, begging him to take her.

"Fuck! Ten, Daddy. Please, I'm sorry!" She whined pathetically, thighs rubbing together as she searched for relief.

"Aww, poor baby. Have you had enough already, slut? Are you that desperate to get stuffed full of my cum again?"

"You're so full of yourself. I can always just finish myself off. I could probably make myself cum just as hard as you can, if not harder," She giggled knowing damn well she'd do just about anything to have him inside of her again.

"You're such a fucking brat. Let's see if I can fuck that attitude out of you. Get on your knees and get my dick nice and wet."

She slid off of his lap, taking his length into her hands and dribbling onto his tip. She was taken completely by surprise when his hand came up to the back of her head and pushed down, forcing her mouth down his shaft. She gagged, eyes immediately welling up as her mouth filled with saliva. He pulled out, dragging her onto the bed, and laying her flat on her back. He hooked both of her legs around his shoulders, bending her in half as he teasingly ground his dick into her snatch.

"Do you really think you can pleasure yourself better than me? Or are you just talking shit to piss me off? Because if I wanted to, I could ruin you, little girl. I could fuck this pussy so good you'll never want another dick for the rest of your life. I could make you ache and crave for me, desperate for the type of relief that only my dick can give you. Is that what you want? Will that make you behave for me?" She felt a fresh gush of wetness oozing out at his words.

"You sure can try, Hoon," His eyes darkened, jaw clenching tight.

"You asked for it,"

He reached between their bodies, lining his tip up with her entrance. She was so tight and wet in this position that he could barely focus enough to begin pushing his tip in. He sunk the rest of his cock into her in one swift thrust, his ego puffing up at the way her legs had already started to tremble in pleasure. He stayed inside her, buried to the hilt as he kissed and sucked her neck. He remained still as he marveled at the way the hickeys bloomed across her pretty brown skin as she whined in frustration.

"One last thing, baby doll,"

"What, Sunghoon? Just fuck me!"

"Be patient," He snapped. 'You'll have the rest of your life to cum on my dick,' He thought to himself.

"Before we fuck, we have to clear some shit up. It's driving me fucking crazy. I don't fucking share. So I have to know that we're exclusive. I know I was a total asshole, but I'd like to think we're even now. I said some messed up shit, you told me you were fucking other men. So let's just put it behind us, and agree that you're mine again, yeah?"

"I could say yes to that, but that'd be making it way too easy for you." She smiled an evil smile as she clenched around his dick.

And it seemed as though Sunghoon had truly had enough of her brattiness, because at first he didn't say a single word in response. Instead he wrapped one big hand around the base of her throat and the other gripped the back of her thigh, dragging his hips away from hers antagonizingly slow.

"You really don't get it, do you, sweetheart? I'm only asking you to be nice. In reality, you don't have a fucking choice. You're mine and there's no other way around it. I don't care if you're mad at me, I don't care if you say you hate me, I don't care if we break up a billion times. Because guess what? At the end of the day, you and I will never be over,"

With that, he pushed back in with a sharp thrust, so deep inside of her she swore she could feel him in her throat. He was merciless, fucking her into the mattress so hard that the bed was shaking. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he'd ever get to experience this level of pleasure and satisfaction with her. The way her juices kept flowing around him was beginning to make a mess on the sheets. She could feels her eyes welling up, tears of pleasure streaming down her face as he pummeled her gash. She dug her nails into the hand wrapped around her throat, gasping as he struck that sensitive spot deep within her.

"Aww, are you crying? Already, Baby? How cute. Dick feels fucking good, huh? You look so sweet crying for my dick. 'M so fucking hard for you." He leaned close, kissing her tears away. He could feel her walls fluttering around him already.

"Don't you dare fucking cum," Her teary eyes were starting to roll back.

"S...Sunghoon..." She breathed, intoxicated by the feeling of his girthy hardness stretching her tight hole.

"You're dick drunk. And you had the audacity to say you could make yourself cum as hard as I can. You better not fucking cum, Doll, or I'll ruin your orgasm and overstimulate you until you pass out."

Her fingers wedged between then, rubbing her clit shakily. He snatched her trembling, wet fingers away, sucking them into his mouth and replacing them with his own. The feeling of his rough fingers circling over her tender bud was pushing her closer and closer to climax.

"I'm...I...." She tried to speak.

"You're what? You can barely even talk, princess. And you think you can live without getting dicked down by this big cock? Hmm? Fuck... Pussy is gripping my dick so fucking good. It hasn't even been five minutes, you pathetic little whore." She was leaking all over the bed at this point, a small wet patch gathering beneath her.

"Pl..ease..?" She begged brokenly.

"No." He turned his head, kissing the ankle that was thrown over his shoulder. Her legs were full on shaking at this point, her chest heaving as she panted. His hand slid from the base of her throat, roughly massaging one of her bouncing breast. He tugged at her hard, little nipples, biting his lip as her back arched.

"H-Hoon! I can't fuc....king....hold iiiit," Her hips were starting to buck up into his, her trembling hands gripping his biceps.

"You want me to let you cum?"

"Yes!"

"Then say you're fucking mine! In and outside this fucking bedroom!" Her wet eyes held that defiant spark that he was beginning to fall in love with.

"F....Fuck.....you.." She whimpered, eyes rolling back in her head as she started to orgasm. Sunghoon, however, was a man of his word, even though it took every shred of willpower in his body. He immediately stopped rubbing her clit and pulled out when he felt her walls start to convulse around him, ruining her orgasm. She tried to touch herself, but he gripped her wrists tightly in his hand, pinning her wrists to the bed with one hand and spreading her legs apart so she couldn't rub her thighs together with his other hand. She whined in dissatisfaction as he watched her convulsing hole drip for him.

"Oh, Love," He sighed, feigning disappointment as her orgasm faded.

"Now, I'll have to overstimulate you."

He reached into the table next to her bed, knowing she kept a silk headscarf in the top drawer. He used it to tie her hands together, loose enough so she wasn't in pain, but tight enough that she couldn't escape. This time, he folded her knees to her chest in a mating press, his thumb finding its place on her pulsing clit. She was still throbbing weakly when his member entered her again, a squeak leaving her mouth as he began fucking her sensitive cunt. She was way too sensitive for the way he was drilling into her, so sensitive that she was already cumming again two seconds into him fucking her.

"Ohhh fuuuuck, Sunghoon!" She squealed.

"That's my good girl. Cum on my cock. It feels good now, but I'm gonna make you cum until it hurts." Her juices made it easier for him to keep sliding in and out of her. He could feel her toes curling against his body as one orgasm rolled into the next, again and again until she was begging him for mercy.

"Please...I'm so fucking sorry, Daddy. I'll be a good girl!" She felt like she was on a different planet, so fucked out that she could barely think straight. She was so wet that she could hear a tiny audible splash everytime he fucked into her. It hardly even registered in her brain when he reached down, gathering her wetness on his fingers before smearing it across her face. He stuffed his fingers into her mouth, making her taste her creamy cum as she quivered around him. She couldn't believe his stamina, lasting through several of her orgasms without succumbing to his own. Her voice was hoarse from screaming and crying for him, her eyes unable to focus on anything as they kept rolling back into her head. Her face was a mess, decorated with tears and her own milky cum, brainless little pleas and raspy cries leaving her wet lips.

And Sunghoon had never been more in love in his entire life.

As he felt her approach another high, he pulled out, bending over and sucking her clit into his mouth, pushing her to climax once again. At the feeling of his lips engulfing her abused bud, she finally broke for him.

"I'm your's! I'm fucking your's," She sobbed, flooding his mouth with her sticky cum.

His hands balled the sheets into a tight fist, feeling deeply, intensely satisfied. He sucked her clit gently, her slick making a mess of his face. She peeked between her thighs, her overused cunt clenching as strings of her cum dripped from his wet lips and chin. He was silent as he rose above her again, spreading her thighs wide and settling in between them. His wide mushroom tip nudged her entrance again. She was so worn out from cumming, she imagined she'd die if he forced her to experience ecstacy again. She almost considered saying 'yellow'. Almost. But the look in his eyes, so determined and desperately in love, assured her that she could go just one more round to please him. She was too weak and exhausted to even move when he untied her hands. Too tired to even squirm as he pushed inside, dumbfounded at the way his dick continued to stretch her to perfection. He rested his forehead against hers, noses brushing against each other softly.

"You mean it?" He whispered, quiet as a mouse.

"Yes," She whispered back.

"For a minute there, I thought you'd never stop being a brat,"

"Oh, I won't. I'll just be your brat."

"I can live with that." He kissed her gently, first her lips and then all over her face.

"I love you, Sunghoon," All of a sudden he felt butterflies in his stomach.

"I love you more, baby. I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it at all. And I'm sorry for making you cry. I never meant to hurt you, baby. You know I love you, don't you? That I'd do anything for you..." Her tired arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him flush against her body as he began to thrust.

"I know, Hoon. I know." She shuddered, lips sucking hickies into the crook of his neck.

He whimpered out a moan, finally able to focus on achieving his own climax. It had been pure torture for him to fuck her through climax after climax, feeling her tighten and pulse and soak his length over and over again. He was harder than he'd ever been in his life, his pink tip aching and dripping precum all inside of her. His head was buried in her neck, inhaling the sweet smell of her lotion, sex, and sweat.

"Fuck. Feels so fucking good. Don't know what you do to me, baby," He grunted, wishing he could stay in this moment with her forever.

The feeling of her tender, overworked walls around him felt so good, a loud gasp escaping him as she mustered up her last bit of strength to wrap her legs around his waist. She gripped the hairs at the back of his nape, pulling him back until he was looking into her eyes.

"Fucking me so good, Daddy. I had no idea how good it could be..." She murmered, staring into his dazed, hooded eyes.

She knew from that faraway look in his gaze, the slight shuddering of his body, that he was close. Meanwhile, Sunghoon could only describe the sensation he was feeling as an almost out of body experience. His strokes were becoming sloppy and uneven, his sight blurring from the way his eyes kept switching between rolling back and fluttering closed.

"Ready, baby? Ready to take my cum deep inside your wet little cunt? I wish you'd cum with me. Do you think you can? One more time, Doll. For me? Mmm, I fucking love you so much," He slurred, pussy drunk out of his mind.

"One more time. For you," She repeated, gripping her breast in one hand and using the other to massage her sore clit.

He looked between her legs, fighting to keep his eyes open and focused so he could watch his twitching length disappear within her folds. He watched her wet little fingers sliding through the puddle of her cunt to rub on her clit. He watched the way her pussy was sucking tight around his cock, making cute little squishy noises as he pounded into her. He gaped at how big he looked, fucking into her tight used hole, the way his cock was shining, slathered messily in her juices, a ring of her cream encircling the base of his erection.

"Mine."

"Your's, baby," She keened.

"All fucking mine,"

"Mhmmm!"

"'M gonna fucking cum!" He wailed.

"Cum for me, Hoon. Cum inside your fucking pussy,"

For what felt like the millionth time, as if by magic, her walls contracted around him, accompanied by a rush of warm wet heat. It sent him into a violent orgasm, the harshest he had ever been gifted. Every muscle in his body tensed to the point of pain, his mind going completely void of everything but her. His toes curled and his arms gave out, his convulsing body crushing hers as his hips rutted desperately into her. He was lightheaded and dizzy, seeing stars as his dick spewed his seed inside of her. He pumped her so full of his warm cum that with every stuttering jerk of his sensitive dick, their combined juices leaked out onto the sheets. He moaned and groaned, whining and babbling nonsense as he came.

"Shit, fuck! Fuck, yes! S'good. Cumming so fucking hard," His abs caved, brows knitting as the wave-like contractions of his orgasm slowed. He felt like his orgasm had lasted hours, his limbs turning to noodles as he layed limp ontop of her.

"That felt like you pumped a half gallon of cum into me," She brushed his bangs out of his sleepy eyes, holding his weary head in her hands and kissing his nose.

"Felt like a whole gallon to me," He grinned at the sound of her giggle. They both felt entirely too exhausted to move.

"I know we should probably go shower," He yawned before continuing, "And change the sheets cause you were leaking like a faucet. But I just can't be bothered right now," He dug his arms underneath her, hugging her tightly as he layed his head across her breasts.

"In a minute," She replied, dragging her nails through his hair. He sighed contently.

"This is what I wanted. You're never leaving me again. I'm so happy now," He gave a goofy, tired grin.

"Me too, Love."

"Was I too rough? I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No. But I probably won't be able to walk straight for the next few days,"

"Now you're just stroking my ego,"

"I'm serious," She laughed. "I truly had no clue you were such an animal in bed, Mr. Park."

"I could say the same for you! Never in a million years would I have guessed you were such a brat. And a pain slut. You were amazing. Everything I could ever wish for." He kissed the valley in between her breasts before resting his head again. "I'm going to enjoy taming that bratty attitude for the rest of my life," He felt her heart beat a bit faster, as she spoke softly.

"For the rest of your life, huh? That's a long time to put up with a brat like me,"

"I can live with that. Know why?"

"Why, babe?"

"Because you're mine."

Rain

pairing: non idol!sunghoon x fem!art student!reader

genre: enemies to lovers / smut with plot / a dash of fluff at the end / college au

words: 9.7k (whoops)

rating: 18+ only!!! I'm watching you, minors 😡

warnings: non-idol!sunghoon, fem!reader, switch but dom-leaning!sunghoon, switch but sub-leaning!reader, brief mentions of divorce, alcohol consumption, very brief mention of food, y/n dislikes sunghoon for a good bit of this, bad language, dirty talk, mentions of school but all characters are in college, very intense making out, some grinding if you squint, dahyun is kind of a bad friend at one point, teasing, hate sex but not really, oral sex (m&f receiving), unprotected sex (just don't!!!), cowgirl, fancy missionary (I forgot the actual name lol), marking, breeding kink if you look at it upside down, multiple orgasms, body worship, spit kink if you read it while doing a cartwheel, aftercare, and I think that's it!

- also featuring dahyun of twice, mentions of wonyoung of ive, and sunoo, jay, jake, and heeseung of enhypen

a/n: I! love! park! sunghoon! this was lots of fun to write, I spent way too much time on it, lol. also, most of the idols featured are aged up or down solely so that they're all in college at the same time as y/n. for reference, they're all in the 21-22 age range! please like and/or reblog to show your support, I have a fancy medal with your name on it!!! -j

The day your life started to go downhill was the day you met Park Sunghoon.

Insufferable in every way, Sunghoon was the type of person people noticed when he walked into a room. His smile was addictive, his hair always seemed to fall perfectly over his forehead, and everyone laughed at his jokes. But your distaste for him went deeper than his charisma, of course.

It all began the summer after third grade. Your parents had been fighting again and you, tired of the noise, decided it would be better to wait it out on the curb in front of your house. You hastily wiped away each new tear that fell with the sleeve of your sweater, content to listen to the thunder booming in the distance and study the ladybug crawling across your shoe.

You’d only looked up when the sounds of bicycles speeding across cement interrupted your thoughts. A group of boys were approaching fast down the street, hooting and laughing at a joke you hadn’t heard. They were led by the one and only Park Sunghoon himself, the most popular nine year-old to ever walk the halls of your elementary school. All of your classmates seemed to know and admire him, and you were no exception.

The boys sped past you, hardly sparing a glance in your direction as they continued shouting between themselves. Sunghoon, however, screeched to a harsh stop directly in front of where you sat on the curb.

He examined you unabashedly, an odd look of interest on his face as his gaze lifted to your house behind you. The muffled sounds of your parents’ argument could be heard from the street. You felt a misplaced surge of embarrassment at the thought of Sunghoon knowing about your miserable home life, though you couldn’t begin to place why.

His eyes, an even warmer shade of brown in his youth, fell again to you. You hugged your knees to your chest and offered a small wave.

“Looks like rain.” He announced flatly. You nodded, aware that your confusion at his statement showed on your face. A particularly loud shout from your mother echoed from behind you and you grimaced. A new emotion that you couldn’t identify overtook Sunghoon’s face. “They should just get divorced already.”

You stiffened. “What?”

“Wouldn’t it be better?” He hedged, something like curiosity in his tone.

You swallowed thickly, immediately defensive. “Why would they? They love each other.” Another impassioned exclamation, from your father this time. “Or they used to.” You amended weakly.

“Love is for idiots.” Sunghoon gripped the handlebars of his bike, suddenly aware that his friends had already reached the end of your street. He tossed one last look in your direction, oblivious to the anger bubbling inside your chest. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but he only mumbled again, “Looks like rain.”

And then he was gone, taking off down the road faster than you could shout after him.

Perhaps your dislike for the boy had grown past reasonable levels as the years passed, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to see him the same way after that. In that moment, your already fragile child mind had needed a friend more than anything in the world. Maybe a little assurance that everything would work out. And instead, you’d gotten the boy you privately idolized telling you love wasn’t worth much of anything at all.

So, you’d stopped looking up when he walked into the room. You entertained your best friend Dahyun’s infatuation with him through middle and high school, just barely. You didn’t laugh at his jokes when you were near enough to hear them and inwardly groaned at the girls whispering about him in the halls. When he mentioned the birthmark beneath your left eye during a party freshman year of high school, you started covering it with makeup. You’d only stopped hiding it when you started sophomore year of college, solely because you decided you couldn’t be bothered anymore.

Basically everyone from your city went to the same university, a small campus in the center of downtown. And unfortunately, this included Sunghoon and his band of hooligans. Every now and then you’d pass him on campus, and while you tried your absolute hardest to ignore him, he didn’t always get the memo. On seemingly random days he would lean over, flash you a grin that exposed his unusually sharp canines, and casually say, “Looks like rain.”

To make matters worse, he was always right. Every single time, within minutes of Sunghoon speaking those three words, the sky would crack open and you would be forced to admit defeat, yet again.

“Hello? Anyone home in there?” Dahyun’s voice scared you from your thoughts. She poked your shoulder with a manicured fingernail, smiling apologetically when you yelped in pain.

You snapped back into the present, once again noticing the paintbrush in your hand and the mostly-blank canvas propped in front of you. There was red paint on the end of your brush—you’d been holding it for so long that it was beginning to dry.

“Sorry,” you muttered and deposited the paint in a random place on the canvas. “I zoned out, I guess.”

“If Mr. Bang catches you slacking he’ll make you stay after to clean up.” Dahyun said solemnly, flicking her long braid over a shoulder. “And that would be bad because…” She paused expectantly, obviously waiting for you to complete her sentence.

“Because… you’d miss me?”

Dahyun snorted. “Sunoo’s birthday party is tonight, asshole, but that too.”

Right. Sunoo. Birthday. You’d completely forgotten.

The invitations had been sent a few weeks ago, but you were so caught up with your modern art project that it had slipped your mind. The project that, of course, was none other than the empty white canvas sitting before you—now accompanied by an impulsive streak of red paint.

“It’s fine that you forgot,” Dahyun added a tasteful whorl of teal to the garden scene she was expertly painting. “As long as Sunoo doesn’t find out, of course. You know he’s been excited about this for months, right?”

You did. Sunoo was a mutual friend of you and Dahyun’s, too close to be considered an acquaintance but nowhere near the position the girl next to you held in your heart.

Sunoo was also a member of Sunghoon’s friend group, a fact which you determinedly decided to forget every time it crossed your mind. The boy seemed too good for that gaggle of boys, in your opinion, but he apparently saw something in them that you didn’t.

When you didn’t respond, Dahyun said, “I’m not letting you flake, by the way. I need someone there to get drunk with, otherwise I might just die of boredom.”

You didn’t bother arguing, you just nodded tightly. It would probably be fun, in all honesty—Sunoo would be elated at your presence, and drunk Dahyun was truly a sight to behold. So were you, for that matter, but it was a general rule of yours that you didn’t acknowledge your intoxicated alter ego while sober.

It didn’t matter that Sunghoon would most definitely be there. He was one of Sunoo’s best friends, so you could play nice for a night if you had to. You were an adult, after all.

You felt Dahyun’s eyes on you and you glanced over at her curiously. She was staring with a small smile on her face, her painting forgotten in front of her.

“Yes, fine, I’ll be there. I’m totally stealing that dress, though.” Dahyun knew which dress you spoke of. Black and short, a number that did wonders for your legs and ass. She pretended to pout for a moment, though you knew it was fake by the glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

“You’ve got a deal.”

Dahyun insisted that you arrive to the party fashionably late, which by her standards was over an hour after the time on the invitation. It made you a little anxious, but you were certainly used to it by now. At least it meant most people would already be too drunk to bother you.

You mounted the steps to Sunoo’s house at eight-fifteen, Dahyun hanging on your arm. You had barely finished ringing the doorbell when the front door swung open, revealing a pink-cheeked Sunoo, holding a solo cup in his hand and haloed by flashing colored lights further inside the house.

“Sunoo!” Dahyun detached from your arm and launched herself forward, pulling Sunoo towards her in what must have been a bone-crushing hug.

The boy cackled and returned her embrace with equal excitement. “You guys came! Come in, the guys were just about to start beer pong!”

Dahyun vanished through the door with a quick glance in your direction, urging you to follow. You gave Sunoo a quick hug and wished him happy birthday, genuinely pleased by the overjoyed smile on his face when you handed him an egregiously expensive bottle of whiskey. You’d managed to sneak it from your childhood home a few years ago during the chaos of your parents’ divorce, intending to save it for a special occasion, but an opportunity to drink it never came. Giving it to a freshly-minted 21 year-old seemed as good a reason as any to break the seal.

You were hit by a wall of music the second you stepped through the door. You weren’t familiar with the song but you liked its beat, enjoying the way the bass reverberated through your chest.

Sunoo’s house was really nice, especially for one rented by a group of college-age boys. It was certainly large enough to fit the hundred-and-something people he had invited. The music pounded from a sound system in the living room, portable LED lights set up around the house that rapidly flashed between colors. People were everywhere, almost all of them holding some drink or another in their hands as they laughed or danced.

You were a little surprised—this scene wasn’t usually Sunoo’s speed, but he seemed to be having the time of his life regardless. You spotted him standing in the kitchen, bouncing from foot to foot as he excitedly talked about something to his friends. You recognized them immediately—Jay and Jake, another two members of Sunghoon’s friend group.

Thankfully, you didn’t see your self-proclaimed nemesis among them.

This observation gave you the bravery to approach, a wide smile plastered onto your face. Dahyun pranced into the kitchen at the same time you did, twin bottles of fireball already clutched in her fists. She thrusted one into your face and shook it insistently.

“Drink!” She shouted over the music, her voice dripping with laughter. You echoed the sound, your chest warming at seeing your friend’s joy. She giggled as you took a bottle from her and tossed your head back, enjoying the burn as it went down.

You laughed as you handed the bottle back at last, a bit of fireball still coating your lips and dripping down your chin.

“You guys!” The sound of Jay’s voice drew your attention. “Down to play?” He gestured to the solo cups meticulously arranged on the kitchen island, already filled with what looked suspiciously like vodka.

You wrinkled your nose. “I thought beer pong was supposed to be played with beer.” You shouted back.

Someone clapped you on the shoulder—Heeseung, you saw when you turned. “Not if you play it the fun way.” Though he had leaned down so his lips were level with your ear, he still shouted to be heard over the music. His voice nearly deafened you.

You shook your head as Dahyun eagerly nodded hers, abandoning her bottles of fireball on the counter so she could take a ping pong ball from Jake. You groaned inwardly. Your silent pleas for Dahyun to meet your eyes were left unanswered as she took her stance on the opposite side of the island.

You sighed. “I’ll referee!” You announced to no one in particular. “Make sure you bastards don’t cheat.” The people gathered around the ‘court’ laughed and Jay signaled for the game to begin.

All of them except Heeseung, it seemed, were terrible at beer pong. You stood awkwardly by the sink for half of the first game, laughing along with the group as the fireball you’d recklessly chugged caught up to you. When you tired of standing, you braced your hands on the marble countertop behind you and hauled yourself on top of it, crossing your legs at the ankles in front of you. The heels you’d chosen to wear with Dahyun’s dress were incredible for everything except standing. Or walking. Okay, maybe they weren’t very practical.

By the end of the second game, you were genuinely enjoying yourself. You sipped at the mixed drink Sunoo had handed you a while ago, appreciating the coconut rum and Dahyun’s theatrics every time she scored.

Maybe parties like this weren’t so bad. It was certainly a relief not to be stressing over your unfinished painting, even if it was just for a few hours. Plus your body was thrumming with warmth from the alcohol—you felt carefree, physically as much as mentally.

“Having fun?”

You froze at the voice that spoke in your ear, perfectly clear despite the thunderous music. You knew who you would see when you followed the sound, but you couldn’t seem to help looking at him anyway.

Sunghoon was standing next to the counter you sat on, staring at you intensely as he waited for your response to his question. Like everyone else, he held a solo cup in his hand, though his cheeks didn’t hold the tell-tale drunken rosiness that you were sure marred your own.

I was, you thought to yourself.

“What changed?” He asked casually. How could you hear him so clearly over the music? You could barely hear your own thoughts.

You realized that you had voiced your gripe aloud. “Nothing,” you said quickly. “Doesn’t matter.”

Sunghoon glanced at his friends, still gathered around the kitchen island watching the game play out like it was the most riveting thing they’d ever seen. Jake did some sort of ridiculous spin move before throwing the ping pong ball like it was a basketball, missing the cups by at least a foot.

The boy next to you didn’t speak again, but you found your attention being drawn to him, anyway. Terrified of being caught, you slowly shifted your eyes from the game in front of you to where he stood at your side.

He looked good. Even you had to admit it, with no small stab of annoyance. Sunghoon was dressed in all black, a thick leather jacket pulled over his t-shirt and a chain attached to his waist. His hair—did it always look that soft?—was longer now than it had been last time you dared to look at him, falling over his forehead into his eyes. The strobing lights behind him, accompanied by the soft amber glow in the kitchen, highlighted the colors of him in a way that made it impossible to look away. Briefly, you foolishly wondered what it would be like to paint him.

Get a grip, you chided yourself.

“You’re staring.” Sunghoon didn’t look away from the beer pong game in front of you as he spoke. Your brain took a moment to process his words but, once you did, you jumped so hard that you nearly fell off the counter.

You huffed and tore your eyes away, your cheeks heating. “I was not.”

Sunghoon chuckled. “What would you call what you were doing, then?”

“Let’s call it plotting on your downfall.”

He didn’t laugh this time. The alcohol made you bold, but you were already sobering up. You determinedly ignored the strange twinge in your chest at the possibility that you’d hurt his feelings. Sunghoon was silent for so long that you began to hope he would walk away.

“Why are you always so determined to be in a bad mood when I’m around?” He said at last.

“Because I don’t like you.”

“What?”

You allowed yourself to look at him again. Sunghoon was already staring at you, his face unreadable. You laughed, but it sounded fake even to your own ears. “Are you upset there’s someone who doesn’t kiss the ground you walk on?”

His lips thinned. “I don’t want you to do that.”

“Good, because I won’t.”

“Nice to see you’re still meaner every day.”

“Why don’t you leave me alone, then?”

Sunghoon, to your immediate surprise, did no such thing. He braced a hand on the counter, so close to your hip that you could feel the heat coming off of him. You instinctively leaned backwards as he leaned forward. He was smiling softly now, just enough to tease the dimple in his cheek.

“I don’t think you mean that.”

“How would you know?” Why did you sound so breathless?

He ignored your question. “You look incredible, by the way.” His smile grew, just barely. Sunghoon’s eyes snagged on the hem of your dress where it had hiked up your thighs as you sat. Though you were basically sober again, you couldn’t seem to make your traitorous muscles obey when you commanded your arms to cover your bare legs.

His eyes rose to your face, stopping on the birthmark below your eye. “I’m glad you didn’t cover this.” His fingers, still braced on the counter beside you, flexed as if he were resisting the urge to touch it.

You lifted your hand to your cheek, hiding the mark from Sunghoon’s view.

What was happening to you? There was an unfamiliar tightness in your chest under the weight of his gaze, and a very familiar warmth in a part of you that had no business reacting to Park Sunghoon, of all people.

“Hoon!” The sound of Heeseung’s voice broke the trace you were caught in. Later, if you had the chance, you would kiss the boy on the mouth in thanks. “You playing or what?”

Sunghoon’s eyes didn’t leave your face as he called back, “Nah, man. Wonyoung asked if I would play wingman for a bit, so I’ll be off.”

You startled at the mention of Wonyoung, another person you’d gone to school with since childhood. You knew she and Sunghoon were close, and you’d always assumed they were involved romantically one way or another. Apparently not, if she had enlisted his help in setting her up with another guy.

Sunghoon tapped the counter with his fingers and offered you a cocky smile. He knew he had affected you, didn’t he? Asshole.

“See you later,” he said as he pushed off the counter. “Try not to miss me.”

You snorted softly at that. “You wish, Park.”

His eyes glittered and he opened his mouth like he meant to say something else, but he closed it again just as quickly. Sunghoon turned on his heel and strode away, immediately swallowed by the crowd of people in the living room.

You released a shaky breath the moment he was out of your eyeline.

What the hell was that?

“Seriously, you left?” You pinched the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger, unable to hide the frustration in your voice. Dahyun had been out of your sight for all of five minutes and you’d lost her. When she finally decided to pick up the phone, she had informed you that she, Heeseung, Jake, and Sunoo were currently waiting for a table at IHOP.

“I tried to find you, but the guys were already leaving and I didn’t want to be left behind…”

You switched your phone from one ear to the other, pacing the front lawn. “And you didn’t think to ask if I wanted to come?”

To Dahyun’s credit, there was genuine regret in her voice when she said, “I’m really sorry, I wasn’t thinking. If it helps, I set you up with a ride home since you’ve been drinking.”

There was no point in telling her you were sober—that you had been since your conversation with Sunghoon earlier.

“Fine, fine. What poor soul did you scare into driving me home?”

“That would be me.”

Your entire body locked.

No way. This wasn’t possible. It was some sort of cosmic joke and God was laughing at his television as he shoved popcorn into his mouth.

Dahyun was still speaking, but you weren’t listening to her anymore as you slowly turned.

And there he was. Again. Park Sunghoon, looking just as annoyingly perfect as he did a couple hours ago.

“Yeah, yeah—thanks, Dahyun.” You and Sunghoon stared at one another as you mumbled into the phone. “Yes, I’ll forgive you. Probably. Okay, bye.”

Your hand holding your phone fell limply to your side.

Sunghoon spoke before you could. “Before you ask, no, I haven’t been drinking. Ready to go?”

You nodded, taking only a second to shout silent curses at the night sky before following after him.

Sunghoon’s car was nice, and thankfully the inside was uncharacteristically clean for a boy in college as you slid into the passenger seat. It also smelled overwhelmingly like his cologne—sweet and crisp and very uniquely him.

You put your address into the navigation without speaking, hyperaware of how close together your bodies were inside the car. This was the second time in probably your entire life that you’d been this close to Sunghoon, the first one being earlier tonight.

The drive was the most painfully awkward experience you’d ever been forced into. Neither of you said a word, and Sunghoon gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white with the strain.

You were still a mile from your apartment complex when Sunghoon went and ruined everything.

He leaned forward, looking up through the windshield rather than at the street ahead. “Looks like rain,” he commented softly.

Your words were out of your mouth before his statement even finished sounding. “Let me out of the car.” He threw an incredulous glance in your direction. “Now,Park.”

His expression hardened into a glare. “What?”

“Stop the car.”

He slammed on the brakes so hard that the only thing that kept you from knocking into the dash was the seatbelt across your chest. You were unbuckled and out of the car before it was at a full stop. You strode into the night, walking as swiftly as your legs could carry you.

“Hey! What the hell?” In your periphery, Sunghoon’s car was moving at a crawl next to the sidewalk, easily keeping pace with you as you attempted to put distance between yourself and him. For the second time tonight, you cursed the four-inch heels you’d chosen to wear.

“I can walk the rest of the way,” you said without looking at him. “Go home, you’re off the hook.”

“Get back in the car, you—”

To your dismay, a clap of thunder boomed directly overhead. And not even ten seconds later, the sky opened up.

Yeah, God was definitely laughing at your expense today.

“Look, I’ll tell Dahyun that you dropped me off at the front door like a perfect gentleman. I’ll even say you gave me a kiss goodnight, if that would make you feel better—”

Sunghoon’s car screeched to a stop. Over the sound of rain, you heard his door open and slam closed, and suddenly his long fingers closed around your wrist. He tugged you around to face him with enough force that you nearly collided with his chest.

“What is wrong with you?” He shouted over the storm. He’d been out of the car for mere seconds and was already soaked. The rain plastered his hair to his face and neck, thick streams of water glistening on his skin. You likely looked very much the same, but you hardly noticed as you glared up at Sunghoon’s face.

“I’m not getting back in the car! Just leave me alone—”

“What is your problem? What on earth did I do to make you hate me so much?”

“I don’t know, okay?” You shot back, tearing your wrist from his grip. Though you were no longer touching him, you still felt the heat of his skin like a brand. “You just—I can’t stand—ugh!”

You attempted to turn again, intent on leaving the boy standing there shivering in the rain. But Sunghoon caught your waist this time, rotating you as he pulled you backwards—

And then his mouth was on yours.

Your brain short-circuited. For what felt like an eternity, you just stood there—eyes open, lips pressed together while the rain assaulted both of you.

This close, you could see stray raindrops that caught in his eyelashes before falling onto his cheeks. He tasted like spearmint. One of his hands cupped the back of your neck and pulled you into the kiss, urging you to respond.

You melted. Your eyes fluttered closed and you brought your arms up to rest on his shoulders, letting your fingers tangle into his hair. Sunghoon’s hands gripped your hipbones hard enough to bruise, but you didn’t mind in the slightest as he pulled your body flush against his.

His tongue pushed into your mouth and you met him stroke for stroke, battling for dominance. The kiss was wet with your mixing saliva and rain, a collision of lips and teeth and tongues.

You tugged harshly at the roots of his hair, viciously pleased by the groan that rumbled deep in his throat. He leaned forward, forcing you to arch your back as his hands moved downward. Sunghoon’s hands found your ass, massaging and kneading with enough pressure to make your knees weak.

You could barely breathe. Not that you cared. Between the rainfall and Sunghoon’s demanding mouth sliding against yours, you couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen to your brain.

Despite it being well into spring, the rain was freezing. Chills covered your arms and legs, and you were shivering with cold as much as desire.

And you did.

Desire him.

You thought it was insane, but it was true. Nothing felt like kissing Park Sunghoon, and you couldn’t believe you had waited this long to try it.

He pulled you impossibly closer than you already were, and all of your attention zeroed in on the hard length you felt pushing into your lower stomach. Unable to help yourself, you forced a hand between your bodies and palmed him through his jeans, needing to feel him. You needed to touch him more than you needed to breathe.

Slickness pooled between your legs at Sunghoon’s responding moan into your mouth.

But without warning, Sunghoon wrenched himself away from you.

When you finally managed to open your eyes, your head fuzzy with lust, Sunghoon was standing a few paces away. Your chests heaved as you looked at one another, and you had a feeling that if either of you made one wrong move you would be sucked into the frenzy again.

You didn’t understand the look on Sunghoon’s face. You hardly understood your own cacophony of thoughts that barreled through your mind.

Without a word, Sunghoon turned away. It was like he couldn’t get away from you fast enough as he strode into the street and got back in his car. You could do nothing but stand there and watch, dumbfounded.

Then he was gone. And you were alone in the rain.

“You did what?”

You groaned and buried your head in your hands, attempting to disappear into your couch.

“I know,” you lamented into the phone pressed between your cheek and shoulder. “I seriously don’t even know how we got there.”

“And he just left you in the rain? Right before the good part?” Dahyun dramatically gasped. There was music filtering over from her end of the line, along with sounds of her feet hitting the treadmill. You didn’t mind that she was at the gym, you were just incredibly grateful that she’d answered your call at all.

“Yeah.” You groaned again and resisted the urge to kick something. “God, I hate him.”

“Obviously you don’t.”

“Well I did.”

Some of the ambient gym noise lessened as Dahyun switched from her earbuds to her regular phone speaker. “So what now? You had a super-hot make out session in the rain last night, but what’s your plan from here?”

“There is no plan. I’m just gonna pretend it never happened.”

“Boooring,” Dahyun booed and you bit back a smile. “I say you jump his bones.”

“You seem to forget that he’s the one who ran away, not me. Honestly if he hadn’t I probably would have gone through with…well, whatever we were building up to.”

You were grateful he had changed his mind, even if his abrupt departure had hurt your feelings more than you liked to admit. More than that, your pride had taken a hit. What did you do wrong?

“Listen, the guy has been crushing on you since elementary school, so I—”

You shot upright on the couch. “What did you say?”

“Which part? That I think you should bone him—”

“No, no.” You took a deep breath. “Park Sunghoon has been crushing on me since elementary school?”

Dahyun paused like she was genuinely surprised. “Well, yeah. Everyone knows it, but… apparently you don’t?”

“Dahyun, surely you know that that’s ridiculous.” You breathed. Your chest felt tight and you couldn’t figure out why. There was a beat of silence on the other line, accompanied by light tapping like your friend was typing something. “Dahyun.” You urged.

“I’m almost ninety-nine percent positive that I’ve told you this before and you brushed me off. I always thought it was because you liked him, too, so I didn’t push it.”

“You thought that I… liked him?”

Puzzle pieces clicked together so resolutely that you could almost see them in front of you. You’d read plenty of books where people’s attraction manifested as anger, but it never occurred to you that you could be one of those people. It was completely ridiculous to even entertain the idea.

“Look, I’m going to tell you something and you’re going to be mad, but you have to trust that I’m doing what’s best for you, okay?”

Your heart leapt nervously. “Okay…?”

“I might have lied and said that I live in your apartment, but I forgot something there that I urgently need and my roommate will let him in to get it.”

You sprang to your feet. “Let who in?”

“Sunghoon will be there in, like, thirty minutes. I am begging you to get laid—”

Anyone outside might of thought you were in a soap opera for how dramatically you stumbled back against the couch.

“Dahyun, what? You invited Park Sunghoon over to my place—”

“It’s for the best—”

“I live in a one-bedroom! He’ll immediately know you were lying!”

“That’s my problem, not yours.” Dahyun paused patiently while you took a moment to panic. “Listen to my advice, babe. Just go with it. Aren’t you tired of being angry?”

That brought you up short.

Aren’t you tired of being angry?

You half-shrieked a goodbye to your (soon to be former) best friend and launched into action, hastily tidying your apartment.

It was six o’clock at night, almost dark outside, and it was safe to say you were not expecting visitors. You had just gotten out of the shower ten minutes ago and there were dirty dishes in your sink; paint and its related tools were scattered across the living room, your now half-finished art project acting as a makeshift table for the takeout you’d ordered for lunch.

You cursed Dahyun with everything you had, but there was a strange fluttering sensation in your chest that you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge.

Aren’t you tired of being angry?

A part of you was pleased by the undiluted shock that crossed Sunghoon’s face when you opened the door.

It was six-thirty on the dot and, as promised, here he was.

You’d managed to transform your apartment from heinous to decent, but it left little time for you to attend to yourself. You were still in pajama pants and an egregiously large sweater, your wet hair hanging limply around your face.

“You… live here?” Sunghoon asked uncertainly.

You forced yourself to nod. “Yeah.”

“Oh.”

You stood in awkward silence for a moment, unsure how to proceed. Did he want to come in? What were you supposed to say?

Sunghoon took a breath and composed himself, the confusion in his face smoothing away. “Care if I come in?” He asked.

You opened the door wider and stepped aside. “Be my guest.”

A wave of his cologne passed over you as he stepped into your apartment. You watched in silence as he looked around, noting your half-painted canvas you’d propped against the wall and the oil diffuser on the coffee table. After what felt like an eternity, he glanced back at you over his shoulder.

“Dahyun said…” Sunghoon trailed off. His eyes widened, just barely, and you knew that he had finally noticed the single door to your bedroom—along with the lack of a second. He squinted at you accusingly. “She doesn’t live here, does she?”

You chuckled nervously. “No, she doesn’t.” Your shoulders slumped and you sighed. “Look, she somehow got it into her head that—”

“Did you tell her about us?”

“What?” You wrinkled your nose. “There isn’t an us, Park.”

“You know what I mean.”

You did. In all honestly, your response had been a weak attempt at deflecting his question. You had never lied to spare his feelings before—why start now?

“Yeah, I did. She’s my best friend, of course I told her.”

To your surprise, Sunghoon didn’t look angry at this. He inclined a head towards one shoulder, intrigued. “Why?”

“Well… I don’t know. But she did have something interesting to say about it.”

Maybe you imagined the way Sunghoon stiffened, but you doubted it.

“What did she say?” His voice pitched a bit lower and you tittered uneasily again. When you didn’t immediately answer, Sunghoon approached where you stood. You stepped back on instinct, but all your effort to get away did was allow him to corner you against the wall. He stopped when there was less than a foot between you, his hands tucked deep into his jacket pockets as he stared down at your face.

“Nothing, really. Just that you’ve, uh, had a crush…on me…since we were kids.” You hated how small your voice sounded. You wanted to challenge him—push his buttons like you usually did, but you couldn’t seem to find the bravery after your conversation with Dahyun.

“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow, and at last there was a tiny spark of indignation in your chest.

“Yes.”

Sunghoon leaned forward and you nearly knocked your head against the wall as you pressed yourself further against it. He bent at the waist until his face was level with yours and his cool, spearmint-scented breath blew across your face.

Was he going to kiss you again?

He began to close the distance between you, his eyes barely open as he watched your reaction through his eyelashes. And of course, your traitorous body made your eyelids begin to flutter closed. Your lips tingled in anticipation, remembering the taste and feel of him from the night before.

There was a rush of cool air as Sunghoon abruptly backed away. When you opened your eyes and glared at him, there was a smug expression on his face. Like he had won.

“That’s interesting.” He stepped towards your front door. “Well, considering that Dahyun lied, I’ll be off.” His hand closed around the doorknob and, frozen in your shock, you made no move to stop him.

Sunghoon had just cracked the door open when you dropped back into your body. You moved before your mind could catch up—by the time it did, you were standing with your front almost pressed into Sunghoon’s side, your hand flat on the door where you had pushed it closed.

He looked down at you again, a hint of shock shining through the cracks in his cocky expression.

“You don’t get to do that,” you hissed. “You don’t get to play with my emotions and just walk away.”

“I don’t?” He retorted. He turned until he was facing you head-on, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “It sucks, doesn’t it? It’s what you’ve been putting me through for years.”

“I didn’t know, okay?”

“You were so caught up in hating me for no reason that you probably didn’t have time.”

“I have my reasons, Park.”

Your eyes kept snagging on that ridiculous fluttering in his cheek as he clenched his teeth. You were frustrating him. Good.

“So? Why am I here?” He challenged roughly. “What Dahyun told you was not her secret to tell, but she did. Why?”

You didn’t know. You didn’t know what you wanted. Sure, you could admit in the deepest, darkest parts of yourself that you were attracted to Park Sunghoon, but any more than that? You were drowning in ambiguity here.

He was waiting for you to answer. With every second that passed, there was a little more doubt that crawled into his eyes. A little more hope, too.

“You know what? I can’t do this.” You managed to take a step away, but he immediately followed. If anything, there was even less space between you now. “Stop liking me. I didn’t know before, I don’t see how anything has to change now that I do.”

Sunghoon’s eyes guttered, and you hated the way your heart fell.

“Fine.” He bit out. His hands clenched into fists as he at last stepped away, allowing you room to take a full breath. “Have it your way.”

Sunghoon moved again to take hold of the doorknob while you stood uselessly against the wall, but he paused before his fingers could make contact. You held your breath, waiting in anxious silence while he took several deep breaths. Whatever he was debating, you wished he would just come to a conclusion and leave. You felt an acute, unwelcome urge to cry.

He turned again with agonizing slowness, and when he looked at you, a weight on your chest inexplicably eased.

“Fuck it,” he breathed.

And when he closed the distance between you in two long strides, when he took your face between his hands and pressed his mouth to yours, you kissed him back.

God, did you kiss him back.

You allowed him to push you up against the wall, using your hands on his waist for support. Your mouth parted for him instantly and his tongue swept in, teasing and tasting your own. Sunghoon’s hands dropped to your waist, then your thighs. You yelped as his fingers dug into the pillowy skin there and he hiked your legs up around his waist. You weren’t even touching the ground anymore, completely supported by his hold and the wall, but you didn’t mind in the slightest.

This position allowed your clothed core to press flush against his hips, and you whimpered at the evidence of his arousal already straining through his pants. He groaned into your mouth as you ground yourself onto him, needing to feel him more, closer, harder.

“God, I hate you sometimes,” he mumbled between kisses. Sunghoon bit your lower lip hard and sucked to the point of pain. You responded by raking your fingernails across his shoulders and up into his hair. It was softer than you remembered, unbearably soft, as it tumbled through your fingers.

His mouth left yours so he could suck harsh marks onto your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder. “You’re mean—” another open-mouthed kiss to your throat “—you’re always so cruel—” he pulled back so he could admire the smattering of bruises he’d left across your skin and he moaned “—you’re so sexy.”

Your arms tightened their hold around his neck when he pulled you off the wall without warning, no doubt intending to carry you to the bedroom. Your stomach flipped, as much was anticipation as nerves.

He all but threw you onto your bed, standing over you imposingly as you propped yourself onto your elbows. Sunghoon just stared at you for several moments, his eyes raking over every part your body. You squirmed, a little uncomfortable at being so…seen.

“Well?” You hedged, surprised at the raw edge to your voice. “What are you going to do, Park?”

His face hardened again and, despite yourself, you clenched.

Sunghoon lowered himself and crawled up your body with predatory intent, taking his time to kiss your calves, your thighs, the bare skin of your stomach where your sweater had hitched up.

You sighed deeply and threaded your fingers into his hair again, apparently addicted to the feel of it. He looked up at you through his eyelashes and kissed the front of your pajama pants.

“Can we take these off?” He breathed.

You allowed a tiny nod, waiting with bated breath as he undid the tie and hooked his fingers beneath your underwear. He pulled both items of clothing down at the same time and you flinched at the cool air that made contact with your too-warm core.

Your eyes closed, you waited for Sunghoon to touch you. The pressure between your legs was nearly unbearable now. When he didn’t, you cracked open an eye to find him staring at your slickness with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Sunghoon,” you said gently, brushing his hair from his eyes. He looked up in shock at the sound of his name, and you realized too late that it was the first time you’d called him anything other than Park.

His gaze fell between your legs again, and at last two of his fingers dragged down your center. You jumped hard at the sudden contact, unable to contain the quiet gasp that dragged through your lips.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” Sunghoon said, so close to your aching pussy that you felt his hot breath wash over you.

And when his mouth finally closed over your clit, you believed him.

Sunghoon’s tongue immediately found the spot you needed him, dragging expert figure-eights over the bundle of nerves. He moved downward, his tongue thrusting gently into your entrance while his nose bumped your clit.

You moaned out loud this time, the sound coming from deep within your chest. Your legs nearly closed around his head and he pressed his hands hard against your thighs to hold them against the mattress.

He groaned into you, the vibrations ricocheting up your spine. You tugged at the roots of his hair, stroked his head, squeezed his hands still on your thighs—anything you could do to touch him, to show him how good he made you feel, you did it.

Your hips began to shake and your back arched, the tightness in your core contracting to the point of pain. You were so close, so close—

Sunghoon removed one of his hands from your thigh so he could drag his fingers through your slick. He looked up at you, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with lust.

“Look at me, baby,” he urged softly. His voice was impossibly deep, rougher than you had ever heard it. You did as you were told, forcing your eyes to stay on his as he softly bit his lip and positioned his fingers at your entrance.

When he spit on you, you thought you were going to pass out.

But then his fingers pushed in and you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. They fluttered shut as Sunghoon curled his fingers inside you and your hips involuntarily jerked off the bed.

He thrust in and out at an angle, hitting that spot inside you with ease as you rose toward your orgasm.

“Oh my god, oh my god—”you rambled on, pressing your head and shoulders into the mattress as you chased your high. “Please, please, please—” Your walls were clenching hard around Sunghoon’s fingers and he worried in the back of his mind that he would come in his pants.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me, just like that—”

Sunghoon sucked harshly on your clit again, and you were gone. Your lips parted as your breath caught—even your blood seemed to stop pumping in your veins as your orgasm barreled through you. Your walls pulsed, more of your slickness escaping onto Sunghoon’s fingers that still worked gently in and out of you.

And when you finally started to come down, you felt Sunghoon press a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You opened your eyes and shuddered as he placed his fingers between those beautiful lips, sucking every drop of you off of them.

He groaned around his fingers and you almost came again.

Sunghoon placed his hand back on your thigh and smiled up at you. “You taste even better than I hoped you would.” You released a shaky breath, still a little lightheaded.

You mastered yourself and smiled back, hoping the intention behind it manifested the way you wanted it to. Based off the nervous glint that crept into Sunghoon’s eyes, it did.

You sat up and took his chin in your hand, pressing an intentionally soft kiss to his mouth. He tasted like spearmint and you, and you thought for one careless moment that there was no boy more perfect in the world than this one.

He allowed you to pull him up onto the bed, rolling him so you were poised over his body. Your knees on either side of his waist, you arched your back as you removed your shirt, appreciating the noise that escaped him when he saw your breasts.

Almost like he couldn’t help himself, he reached up to roll one of your nipples between his fingers. You moaned softly but grabbed his wrist, forcing him to stop.

You smiled at the look of confusion on his face and began to move down his body. “My turn.” You tapped his belly in a silent request to remove his shirt, which he hastily obeyed. Your eyes widened at the sight of his naked torso; he was far more toned than you expected, and you couldn’t help but trail open-mouthed kisses across his chest and abs.

His breaths turned into quiet, short gasps when your mouth reached the strip of skin just above his pants. You raised your eyes in question and Sunghoon nodded once, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth with enough force that you could see his dimples.

You unbuttoned his pants slowly, taking your time pulling those down first, then his underwear. Your mouth dried when his achingly hard cock sprang free, the tip glistening with precum and bloodred. If there was ever a doubt in your mind about how much he wanted you, it was gone now.

He was bigger than you anticipated. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you—you needed to feel the burn of that stretch more than anything else.

His hips thrusted slowly into the open air, seeking nonexistent friction. You took a moment to admire him, enjoying the sight of his cock just as much as the desperate expression that contorted his face the longer you waited. You pressed more kisses to his soft thighs, his knees, his hips. His cock twitched.

How attempting to kill one another through kisses alone had turned into this, you had no idea.

You had just begun another pass over his hipbone with your mouth when his hand suddenly fisted in your hair, roughly tugging your head back to look at him. His eyes flashed, that cocky expression back on his face, and you were instantly soaked again.

“Enough,” Sunghoon hissed. “You want my cock?” You nodded feverishly and he leaned back on his elbows again. “Then take it.”

You didn’t need any more encouragement than that.

Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock quickly enough that he didn’t have time to prepare for it. Sunghoon’s resulting moan was like music to your ears and he unintentionally thrusted up into your mouth.

The taste of him was addicting. You recklessly sought more of it as you took him further into your mouth, stopping only when he hit the back of your throat. You gagged and Sunghoon’s hands threaded into your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail at the nape of your neck and using it to guide your movements.

You took everything he gave you. You breathed deeply through your nose and willed your throat to relax, pride rushing through you when he slipped further in than before. Sunghoon moaned, the sound cutting off into grunts as he rolled his hips into your throat.

“Oh my god—yes, yes, just like that—” His words abruptly cut off into a sharp gasp when you swallowed around his length. You looked up at his face through your eyelashes, appreciating the light sheen of sweat on his forehead and the dart of his tongue over his bottom lip as you brought him closer to orgasm.

You were clenching around nothing, over and over again. The painful tightness between your legs was back, begging to be eased by the perfect cock in your mouth.

You lifted off of him with a wet pop and Sunghoon’s eyes snapped open again. There was desperation in his eyes, desperation for you, and you drank it like fine wine.

“Why…why did you stop, please, I was so close—” Sunghoon moaned when you dragged your tongue from base to tip, his hips jutting upward again.

You climbed up his body, allowing his cock to drag between your breasts and against your stomach as you went. There were goosebumps all over him, pebbling his perfect skin. You took one of his earlobes between your teeth, allowing your warm breath to fan across his straining throat.

“I want you to come inside me, not before.” You whispered. Sunghoon stiffened and you pulled back to look at his face. There was shock in his expression, but…that was awe, too. Admiration.

Your heart twinged, and you wondered again how you’d so swiftly gone from hating him to, well, this.

He wasted no time helping you line up the head of his cock with your entrance. Soft hisses left both of you as he pushed in, and in, and in. He sat up so your chests were pressed together, his hands gripping your ass.

Oh, the initial stretch was delicious. Better than you’d imagined, if that were even possible. His head fell against your chest as you began to move, setting a steady pace as you lifted your hips off of him and dropped back down.

“You feel so good…” he murmured, taking one of your breasts into his mouth and sucking relentlessly at the nipple. “God, you’re so tight—”

You moaned as he hit your g-spot over and over again, his length more than perfect to reach it as his girth stretched you out.

You moved faster now, rapidly impaling yourself on his cock in an effort to reach your high. You groaned and let your upper half fall backwards, bracing your hands on either side of his knees as you rode him.

Sunghoon gripped your hips when you began to tire, lifting and dropping you at a pace that had you panting.

“Sunghoon, oh my god—fuck, ah—” you moaned. He whimpered at his name falling from your lips and you were possessed by the idea of hearing the sound again. You said his name again, and again, and again, each of the responding sounds he made making you clench around him.

“Fuck, don’t do that baby, you’re gonna make me come too soon.”

It didn’t matter. You couldn’t control it, anyway, and you both were already too close to bother slowing now.

Without warning, Sunghoon’s arm slung low around your back and he flipped you so you were beneath him. How he managed to do it without removing himself from you, you had no idea, but you didn’t care to dwell on it.

Looking at him from this angle felt very different from before. His face was shadowed as he stared down at you, his mouth quirked into a small smile.

Sunghoon placed your ankles on either side of his head and—oh god, he felt so much deeper in this position. Your hands clawed uselessly at the sheets as he began to thrust into you again at a brutal pace.

There wasn’t a single thought in your head save the feel of his cock pounding into you, the head bumping your swollen g-spot on every stroke. You were a mess for him—your hair tangled, sweat coating both of your bodies, your face pinched with pleasure as he forced you to the brink of orgasm once again.

“Please, Hoon, make me cum, pleasepleaseplease—” You had no idea what you were begging for. An orgasm? Your life? Your sanity?

“Fuck, baby, say it again.”

You knew what he meant. “Hoon—Hoon, I’ll do anything—”

Sunghoon’s thrusts grew sloppy, more erratic, and you knew he was close. His forehead fell against yours, one of your hands coming up to cup the back of his neck as he frantically kissed you again. Once his lips had thoroughly abused your mouth, they moved to the birthmark beneath your eye, planting indulgent kisses onto it, too.

It was the sensation of Sunghoon’s cock pulsing inside you that finally threw you over the edge again. You clenched hard enough to draw a groan from his throat, and he stilled momentarily between your walls as he filled you in repeated, thick spurts. Euphoria shattered through you in waves, so intense you could barely breathe around it.

He rocked his hips against yours, gentler now, to work you both through your highs. There was only the sounds of your breathing and the feeling of his skin on yours. You would do anything for that feeling to last forever.

At last, you were both spent. Sunghoon eased himself from your body and you momentarily mourned the sensation of being full.

It was harder to look at him now. He wasn’t just Park anymore—you had each brought the other to orgasm and your relationship, for better or worse, would be forever changed.

Sunghoon said nothing as he rose from your bed and tugged on his underwear, then disappeared into your attached bathroom. The sink faucet turned on and you heard what sounded suspiciously like Sunghoon rummaging through your cabinets. When he emerged again, it was with a damp towel and baby wipes in hand.

He cleaned you slowly, tenderly, only pausing to push his release back into you with a finger. You stiffened, whimpering a little at the overstimulation, and he smiled apologetically.

“Sorry—couldn’t help myself.”

You shrugged and looked away again while he continued to run the warm cloth over your skin. It was warm. He’d taken the time to let the water run until it was a comfortable temperature. Your chest was painfully tight again and you were struck once more with the insane urge to cry.

“Hey, look at me,” he said softly. His fingers grasped your chin so he could pull your face toward him. His eyebrows furrowed with worry at the expression on your face. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, a tight ball forming in your throat. “I’ve been…so cruel to you.” You choked out. “You said it yourself.”

Sunghoon smiled, his face filling with a sort of gentle affection that broke your heart. He reached up to tuck your sex-tangled hair behind each of your ears while he thought of what to say.

“Looks like rain.”

You startled a bit, confused. You glanced out your bedroom window to see a cloudless, starry night sky. “What?” You questioned.

Sunghoon’s smile turned sheepish, faint color rising in his cheeks. “It’s what I said to you every day I wasn’t brave enough to tell you how I felt. How I still feel.” Your heart burst in your chest as you were struck with memories of each time he had randomly leaned over to tell you about the weather. In class, outside on campus, as children, as adults—it didn’t matter. He’d found an opportunity to tell you every time he could. Sunghoon laughed to himself and continued, “It got to the point that checking the weather was a part of my morning routine. If they forecasted rain, I knew it would be a good day.”

“Why?” Your voice broke in the middle of the word, but you didn’t care.

“Because it meant I’d have an excuse to talk to you. Just for a moment, even if you were cruel, you would look at me.” His thumb caressed your cheek. “And trust me, no one looks at me the way you do. It’s what’s kept me coming back. So every day I couldn’t tell you that I liked you, I told you about the rain instead.”

You laughed weakly as the first tear fell. You wiped it away hastily as Sunghoon crawled onto the bed next to you, allowing you to tug on your sweater again before pulling you against his chest.

He was warm and solid and smelled incredible—like spearmint and his cologne and a little like you. He pressed one last kiss to the top of your head and turned off your bedside lamp.

Within minutes, his breathing deepened. Still a bit too wired to fall asleep, you counted his even breaths and wondered again how you had gotten here. How you’d ever managed to hate him in the first place.

You nestled further into his chest, your heart strangely thumping when his arms instinctively tightened around you.

“Looks like rain.” You murmured.

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dangerous when wet (p. sh)

more of this—> pairing. sunghoon x female reader genre. best friends little brother AU, virgin loser sunghoon, older y/n, pwop, filthy smut, unintentionally a little soft💀, M/F, one shot

warnings. profanity, alcohol mentioned(they don’t drink), smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

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now playing. wet dreams//artemas

smut warnings. masturbation, sex toy use, loads of cum, wet & messy, somewhat submissive Sunghoon, loss of virginity, oral, pleasure from pain, overstimulation, unprotected sex, etc

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“You let her fuck you with this thing?” 

“She didn’t fuck me, she just..” Sunghoon trails off, licking his lips repeatedly out of nervous habit. “Held it, while I—you know.”

“While you fucked it.” Heeseung grins, smacking his friend's arm with the now cleaned off fleshlight. “Can’t believe you almost had sex.”

Sunghoon’s mouth opens to respond, quickly shutting it as he thinks about what his friend just said to him. He almost had sex? With you? Since when?! Wait— did he almost have sex?! With you?? His older sister’s hot sexy gorgeous best friend?!?

“An older woman,” Heeseung whistles, waving the fleshlight in his face. “Nice..”

“It’s not like that.” He says in a fast speech, overwhelmed the more he considers the circumstances. You did technically get him off.. sort of touched him.. complimented him? 

“She.. left after, maybe it was my fault.” He pouts, remembering how he couldn’t cum again when you asked. He tried—tried to keep his momentum going, feeling more insecure by the second as the spark in your eyes diminished the more he struggled away from your touch. “Maybe we could have.. gone further.”

“I don’t have much experience.” Heeseung admits, cheeks flushed. Sitting down on Sunghoon’s bed where you’d just frowned at him a couple of days ago before telling him that it was okay, and that you should probably head out anyway. “But, what happened? Couldn’t get it up?”

“No no,” Sunghoon sighs, plopping onto the bed next to him. “I think I just ran out of steam, I mean she was..”

“Sounded like she was pretty uh..” Heeseung rubs at his nape with a shy smile. “Rough with you? Sort of?”

“I didn’t mind it..” playing with his dry cuticles, he frowns and slumps over. Hunching his back to express how disappointed he feels. “Never thought a girl like that would ever show any interest in me.”

“You into her?”

Sunghoon shrugs, glancing at his friend. “I guess, but you know.. she’s my sister’s friend, and older.”

“What? Like two, three years?”

“I think twenty-three.”

“That’s not a bad thing.” Heeseung hums, resting back onto his elbows in thought. “Maybe she can..”

“What?”

“Help you.”

“Help me with what?” Sunghoon questions, turning to look at his friend. 

“Lose your virginity.” 

“I doubt that.” Sunghoon nervously scoffs, biting on his bottom lip. “Probably thinks I’m a loser.”

“You are a loser.” Heeseung scoffs, shoving into his side. “But I don’t know, she could be into that.”

“Well my sister invited people over again tonight.” He sighs, flopping back onto his bed. “Think she’s just throwing parties everyday since my parents decided to go out of town once I got home.”

“Crazy how you have such a popular cool older sister, and you’re.. you know, you.”

“That helps my confidence a lot, man.” Sunghoon glares at him, lips tight and face full of agitation. “Thanks.”

“Well it should! Means that she’s into you regardless of that, for some reason..” Heeseung hums, sitting up straight. “If any of your sister’s other hot friends feel desperate and bored.. I’m available.”

“What do you think I should do if she’s here tonight?” Sunghoon ponders out loud, dropping flat with a huff and staring at the ceiling. His dark eyebrows scrunch together, puffing his cheeks out angrily. “Should I act cool? Like unbothered? Or.. maybe talk to her first.”

“Hmm.” Heeseung clears his throat, grabbing onto the hem of his friend's t-shirt. “Well first of all, don’t wear this.”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?!”

“It’s a Spongebob Square Pants shirt dude..”

“And?!”

“You’re never going to get laid.”

“Hey!”

“I want you to get some ass, man!! Take my advice on this.” Heeseung splutters, pointing toward his closet. “You’re 21, you have to have at least one plain black shirt.”

“Yeah. I can change.” Pushing himself to sit up, he mutters under his breath about how nothing’s wrong with his outfit choice. Shoving his closet door open in search of this old button down top he had to wear for his Grandpa’s funeral a couple of years back. It’s not quite his size anymore, a little snug now given the growth spurt he’s experienced these last couple of years. “Basically, try to look like a normie.”

He glares at Heeseung in the mirror, buttoning his shirt all the way to the collar. 

“Well, maybe don’t do that..” he grimaces, nodding toward his chest. 

“It’s too small.”

“Dude, just leave it open. You look fine with your tank top showing.”

Scandalized by the idea of walking around with his undershirt on display, he wraps his arms around his chest. This is probably a dumb idea anyway, why would you come into his room in the first place and do.. what you did.

“There.” Heeseung interrupts his inner monologue, fixing the collar of his shirt. “You almost look like some teen heartthrob about to play the lead role in a Netflix show.”

“Am I giving John B?” He asks hesitantly, ruffling his bangs in the mirror.

“Yeah sure.” Heeseung shrugs, mumbling a short mantra into his shoulder to please get his friend laid tonight. Sunghoon’s damn near hopeless, always tensing up around girls even if he’s not attracted to them. Voice cracking and stuttering if they so much as blink in his direction. He needs this more than anyone he knows. “Think your sister will get mad if I stick around for the party?”

“She won’t notice us. Our kind don’t exist in her perfect world.” Looking over at his friend, he sighs and shoots him a thumbs up. “Tonight is the night.”

Forcing a smile on his face, he shoots his friend a thumbs up back in return.

God, please let tonight be the night.

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“I’m not good with alcohol.” Sunghoon rushes to say as Heeseung fills up a red solo cup with chilled beer.

“You’ve never tried any, how would you know?” 

The gold fizzy liquid taunts him, held up near his nose by his friend's hand tempting him to drink it. “It’ll help you, you know,” he nods in your direction. “To approach her.”

It’s been two hours now of standing around, making small talk with his friend as they holed up against a wall and watched a slew of muscle head gym rats infiltrate the living room; swarmed by girls way out of their league.

“If I can’t approach her sober, I doubt this will help.” He mutters, taking the cup with a sour face. “She hasn’t looked at me once.”

It’s true, you’ve been across the room by the hallway flirting with some tall good looking guy. He must be your type given the amount of times you’ve playfully slapped his chest and leaned in closer to him to let him whisper in your ear. Sunghoon can’t even muster up the courage to stare at you for longer than a minute despite the fact that you haven’t noticed his presence.

“Take her that beer.” Heeseung taps the cup. “She hasn’t been drinking anything, maybe you can break the ice that way.” 

“You want me to talk to her?!”

“Talk to her or stay a virgin until you die.” The ultimatum his friend gives him rings through his ears. Eyeing the beer in his hand one more time before glaring at Heeseung. He straightens his shoulders and makes his way across the house. 

Every muscle in his body screams at him to stop. Each step feels like what he can only imagine walking through a pool of molasses would feel like. Working to control his breathing when he finally makes it over to you. 

“Hey!” He clears his throat. Standing there wide-eyed, frazzled akin to an innocent wild animal caught in headlights.

“Hoonie?” You squint, gaze dragging down from his face to the space of his chest that’s exposed. “What are you doing here?”

“I—I live here.” He coughs, holding the red cup out toward you. “I saw you over here and thought you might—“

“Oh no, none for me tonight Hoonie.” Waving your hand to dismiss him, you give him a small smile. “I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, Hoonie.” A deeper voice mocks. The guy that’s been talking your ear off all night mocks him, dragging out the nickname you keep using.

Sunghoon quickly nods, fast to turn around before clenching a fist at his side and spinning back around to face you. “I can do it!”

“What?” You ask, eyebrows knitted. “Do what?”

“The thing..” he whispers, eyeing the guy standing between the two of you. “I can do it.. more.”

“Oh yeah?” You grin, sizing him up again. “Been practicing?”

“What’s going on here, why are you still bothering her.” The guys speaks up again, shoving Sunghoon’s shoulder. “Get out of here twerp.”

“I have been.” Looking into your eyes, he quickly nods and takes a few steps back. 

“Who cares, go away loser.” The guy shoves him again, making his shoulder ache. Sunghoon groans, nodding at you before rushing out to the backyard door for fresh air. His face feels hot, palms sweaty, head throbbing. Talking to you like that.. saying that to you, he can’t believe himself. 

He crouches down on the back porch, taking in deep breaths to calm down his racing heart. This entire experience has been humiliating, from when you accidentally entered his bedroom to whatever the hell he just tried to pull right now. So humiliating.

“Hey you.” The light tap of a foot nudges into his lower back. Slowly he lifts his wet eyes to find you shutting the sliding door shut behind your back. “What are you doing down there?”

Sunghoon sniffles, slowly dragging his nose across his forearm to wipe the snot that's started to drip as he holds back tears. Pouting pathetically from his crouched position, he tilts his head back to look up at you. “Felt dizzy.”

“You drunk?” Squatting down by him, you cup his chin. Turning his face side to side, soft eyes checking him to see if he’s fine. 

“No.” He mumbles pitifully, dropping his cheek to sit in your palm. “Embarrassed.”

A light snort passes through your nose, caressing his cheekbone. “Have you really been practicing?”

Only my entire life. Sunghoon has to stop himself from blurting out. Blinking bashfully as his cheeks warm up under your touch. “Not really, but I know I can do it again, and longer..”

There’s a beat of silence between the two of you, gently tracing up his face to smooth out his eyebrows and push back his bangs, you nod. Tight lipped as you look him over again. “Your sister can’t find out.”

Sunghoon’s eyes light up, sitting up straight out of excitement and landing on his knees. “Really?!”

“Ugh, don’t sound too excited.” You scoff and laugh. Grabbing onto him to get up with you, you nod toward the house. “Before we go inside.. I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything.” He says too eagerly again, cringing at himself. “What is it?”

“Come here.” You motion, leaning back against the wall close to the backyard door. “You know, your sister told me to stay away from you. She must think I’ll be a bad influence.”

“She’s wrong.” Sunghoon chokes out, beginning to feel chilly from the nighttime air. He steals a look inside, spotting Heeseung trapped in a conversation with two of his sister's other friends.

“I’m risking my friendship for you.” Sliding your hands onto his stomach, you gather the fabric of his open shirt between your fingers, slowly moving up toward his chest. “Hardly recognized you tonight.”

“Really? It’s an old shirt..” he says shyly, gulping hard. Dropping his head to focus on your pretty hands opening up his top, moving onto his chest. 

“When did little Sunghoon Park start getting so buff?” You ask flirtatiously. Smoothing your palms up from his chest to his neck. Slowly gliding behind to his nape to cup around him. “And tall, lost all that baby fat from your face. What happened to your big round cheeks?”

Already knowing the cheeks in question are beat red by now, he huffs out a breath, grateful for the cold night air now. The only salvation he has now as his body heats up and his heart beats so loud he fears you can hear it. “I guess a few months ago..” 

“You’re seriously a virgin? No bullshit?”

Sunghoon sighs, twisting his face and nodding. “Not by choice.”

“A twenty-one year old male virgin, I’m sure it’s not by choice baby.” Scratching at his nape, you chew on your bottom lip. “Are you sure about this?”

“A-about?” His eyebrows lift, nodding much too fast. “I’m more than sure about this! I—I’d even beg.”

He’s not past groveling, not anymore. The small touches you’ve been giving him already have him sprouting to life between his thighs. Drowning in his fear that last time was a fluke, that you may never touch him again. Maybe he did edge himself in the shower a few times this morning, and maybe he jerked off a few times after to make sure he could actually handle it. But admitting that would be more mortifying than anything.

“Can you show me again?” You ask mischievously, the tip of your tongue dragging between your teeth. “Show me how you touch yourself?”

Sunghoon visibly swallows, grabbing your hands from his neck to head inside. Pulled back by you hooking onto his elbows and dragging him away from the door. “Right here.”

“W-what?!” He asks exasperatedly, gawking at you in disbelief. “Someone could see!”

“Eh, no one in there cares.” You shrug, taking a hold of his hands. Swinging them side to side with a sleek smile. “Come on, if you expect me to believe you’re down for this then you shouldn’t have a problem. I’m sure you’re hard already.”

“But, why?”

“I wanna see you do it without that pussy pocket to help you.”

Sunghoon’s chest flutters, eyeing the sliding doors. He steps away to the corner you’re against. Biting down on his lip, he reaches for his belt to undo his bottoms and wrap his digits around his length. They’re cold to the touch compared to the warmth that’s begun to fill his dick, the contrast immediately setting off surges of excitement through his nerves. He hisses and pulls out his palm to blow on it. “Cold..”

He eyes you wearily, nervously rubbing his hands together when you move to stand in front of him and motion for him to lower his pants. “I said I wanna see.”

If he didn’t feel humiliated before, he certainly does now. Shoving his pants and boxers under his ass, he sucks at his teeth as his bottom presses against his parents house. His thick length bounces out, dangling up close to his stomach. Blowing into his palms again, he lathers them with a coat of saliva and reaches down to grip himself. “Like this?”

“Just do it how you usually do baby.” You say softly, leaning against the porch fencing. Concentrated eyes stay on his lower half, surprising yourself with how much you enjoy this. He’s just so pathetic, almost submissive with how desperate he is for you to touch him. It’s almost scary how addictive the thought of taking his virginity has become. Fully consuming your head since the other night. 

Sunghoon starts to stroke his length with timid movements. Easing the motion up and down his size, he squeezes the more he reaches the tip. Guiding more and more blood up to his cockhead, painting a brush of red splotches behind on his fair skin. His pretty cock starts to darken, shining at the tip so wet just like last time.

“You really always get that wet?” You question mindlessly. In awe that he’s just been hiding this in his pants all of these years. A virgin with a fat wet cock sounds like something straight out of fiction(ahem)..

“Yeah, I told you it’s—“ he says between ragged breaths, working himself up as his eyes drag up and down your smooth legs. Picturing the different ways he’d kiss up your thighs, maybe even leave a few bite marks behind. “Always wet like this, I didn’t k-know it wasn’t common.”

Uncommon is an understatement. His cock basically drools out precum, glistening all over the tip as he palms himself and spreads the liquid down his rod. “Go faster.” You demand, surprising yourself. Finding his equally confused gaze, you lift your chin nodding for him to do as you say.

Sunghoon grunts, tugging harder at himself. He hunches and pulls from the base to the tip. The ridiculous amount of precum dribbling from his opening glides his palms easily. Suffocating himself as he squeezes tighter and drives his hips to aid his fist fuck. He bites down on his teeth to control his moans, upper half trembling from how hard he exerts himself to work faster.

It’s even crazier to watch knowing that he’s doing all of this because you told him to. Jerking himself off like there’s no tomorrow out here in the cold.

“Are you close, Hoonie?”

“Y-yeah I’m—fuck.” He grits. Pulling and cupping the tip of his cock. Clamping his hand down on the base. He looks at you with enlarged glossy eyes, teeth chattering.

“Hold it.” Glancing toward the house, you move in a few more steps until your chest is pressed to his. Gathering the bottom half of your dress together with one hand as you snake your other down to circle his length. Sunghoon gasps, would’ve bursted if he wasn’t gripping around the base so tightly. 

“Can’t leave a mess behind.” You whisper against his lips, directing his cock past the front of your panties. You ease him inside to rub his tip against your clit. Mouth hung open panting against his. 

“S-shit.” He cries out, rubbing himself against you once. His cockhead shoves between your wet folds, eyes rolling back. Warm sticky seed paints the seat of your underwear. Weighing heavy on the cotton material already drenched in your wetness. 

“Hoon—“ Sunghoon’s eyes shut tightly. Closing off the minuscule space between your lips and his. He presses in, met with soft plump warmth. So fucking soft. The contact spreads electricity through his chest, pulling back a centimeter to find your eyes shut. 

He slams his mouth back against yours more eager, catching your bottom lip between his. The cold air around him grows hotter with each small movement, gliding his tongue between your lips. Cock still rock hard where it stays inside of your panties getting covered with his own cum.

“H-hoon, Hoonie.” You pull back, mouth already appearing swollen. “Your room—“

He nods enthusiastically, drawing himself away from your core with a hiss and pulling on his bottoms. The wetness flooding his boxers makes him grimace, shaking off his legs. “I’ll meet you there.” 

Grabbing onto the back of your neck, he goes in for another impatient kiss. Hungry and desperate to get another taste of your soft lips that feel as if they could melt into his. He groans when you shove at his chest and he pulls away. Apologizing before rushing inside so fast that he trips on the stairs on the way to his bedroom. Cursing and scrummaging to get himself down the hallway inside of his bedroom before you make your way up.

“Oh my God this is happening.” He says in a panic. Searching for a lighter on his messy drawer, he lights up a candle to make his room smell pleasant, something you’d hopefully like. Turns to look at himself in the mirror, dragging his fingers down his cheeks while staring at his lips wide-eyed. 

They’re so pink, a little swollen, and more pouty than usual. This is really happening, he’s going to have sex. “Oh God.” He wails, spinning around to fluff up his bed. Throwing anything off of his nightstand that could be too embarrassing. 

“What if I’m bad?!” He murmurs to himself in a panic. Sitting down on the edge of his bed staring at his door. “What if I’m the worst she’s ever had?!? What if she tells everyo—“

A light knocking at his door stills the world around him. Listening to his heavy breath, picking up on the rise and fall of his chest. He gets up, walking through quicksand to reach the door handle. Taking in a deep breath, he opens up and finds your bright smile, rocking back and forth onto your tiptoes. “Can I come in?”

Sunghoon can’t believe his eyes and ears, not only is a girl asking to come into his room, but it’s you. An older, cute and sexy girl that by and realistic social ranking should never even be aware of his existence. “Please.” He steps aside, directing you to his bed before locking the door and following you.

It’s more awkward than last time, not that he invited you inside last time. Definitely recalling that he yelled at you to get out of his room instead..

“You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.” Reaching for his knee, you try to break the tension building between you. “We can try other things, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“N-no, I,” he sighs, sucking at his bottom lip. Looking at you apprehensively, he turns to his nightstand and pulls out the fleshlight that Heeseung had just been smacking him with some hours ago. Holding it up and shrugging at you. “I told you, I can do it.”

There’s an obvious shift in your eyes when he displays the fleshlight to you. Reminding you of how hot it was last time, maybe even the hottest sexual encounter you’ve ever experienced. “Can I do it for you?”

Sunghoon almost chokes on his saliva, coughing and sitting up. He beats at his chest to clear his lungs, holding the toy out to you and scrambling back onto his bed. Maybe it’s embarrassing how eager he is, but any sense of shame seems to evade his body. Instead he lays back against his pillows, chewing at his bottom lip. “Go ahead.” 

It’s impressive how he moves faster than a trained dog at your command. Grinning as you kick off your shoes and move onto your knees to get between his legs. “You’re still hard, right Hoonie?”

“Yes, v-very.” His hips kick up to allow you to drag his pants and boxers back down. Sighing out of relief to have his dick free again. He pulls at his tank top and rolls it up under his pecs. The hint of muscles lining his stomach deepening with each deep breath he takes. 

“Hoon..” you smile and say his name so pretty, making his cock twitch. “I don’t know how you get this wet.” The touch of your fingers against the lining of his balls makes him arch up. Dragging your digits through the mess of precum and drying nut that’s covered him. You let out a pleased sigh, tracing the wetness up to his tip. “Don’t even think you need lube.”

The amused look on your face doesn’t help as you continue to coat his length in the precum that won’t stop leaking out of him. Softly jerking his cock in tandem with your gentle touches to get him wet everywhere. It makes his breathing pick up, sucking on his bottom lip hard enough for it to feel bruised. He tries to still his hips, tries to control himself.

“So sensitive.” You say, sounding much too pleased.

Sunghoon really tried to hold it in, to contain himself and not confirm what a loser he is in front of your face. But another rub around his sack to smear his arousal has his cock pulsating, spilling out another load onto his stomach with a shy moan. He bites down on his tongue, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Baby..” you croon, gripping around him to milk out the last drop. “That’s so cute, you cum so much.”

Fuck. He could easily cum again listening to you speak to him like that. Expecting you to laugh in his face instead of flattering and complimenting him for having no control over himself. He whimpers, still hard and so so wet now that you’ve rubbed his length against the hot mess that's filled up his navel and abdomen.

“Couldn’t hold it in.” He whimpers, he fucking whimpers. And he can’t wrap his head around anything anymore, not the shame that's melted down his sanity, not the painful way his cock twitches when he can feel your fingers gingerly circle around him. He turns into his pillow and lets out a deep whiny groan. Lifting his hips up for you to push his pants down even lower leaving him exposed from the knees up. 

“You’re still hard, baby. It’s okay.” 

Sunghoon thinks his head will spiral and fly off of his body if you call him baby one more time. Maybe he understands that Britney Spears song Jay’s always playing on guitar now, some shit about hit me baby one more time. 

He struggles to breathe, knowing that if he looks at your pretty hands wrapped around his dick he’ll probably prematurely cum yet again. He tries to think about anything else other than how squishy and soft your chest looks in that dress. How soft your palms are compared to his. How you keep saying such nice fucking his words about his cock and how wet he gets. It’s so humiliating that it feels good, so good. He falls deeper and deeper into the cloud you’ve created beneath him, gyrating his lower half up into your hands to fuck himself inside of your tightened fists.

“Good boy, you’re doing so good, Hoonie.” 

Fuckfuckfuck. You can’t talk to him like that, you can’t keep—

“So much better than last time, making me so proud.” You pant, dropping a wad of spit inside of the fleshlight. Sunghoon tosses his head back into his pillows letting out the loudest cracked moan. He has no idea what’s affecting him more, your soft tone, your lightweight gentle touches. Treating him so carefully, showing him that this means something to you with every cautious movement you make. Even the way you kept asking him and checking in with him to make sure he’s okay with this.

The thought that you could actually like him beyond sexual satisfaction erupts heat in his stomach and he cries out as you lower the fleshlight onto his cock. It’s even better this time, no lube to slicken the way down. The toy suction’s around him ferociously, rubbing the skin of his length harshly against the rubber insides as you move it down and bottom him out in less than 30 seconds.

“Fuck, you’re so big. Such a good boy staying hard for me.” You sound more ragged, breathing out in wheezes. And you firmly grip onto the fleshlight, getting onto your knees to begin pumping his stiff cock. “Hoonie, yes, keep going!”

He’s going insane, violently bucking his hips up. Thrusting into the fleshlight so deep, spilling out all of the precum that just won’t stop leaking out of him. His abdomen tightens, and one of your hands finds his thigh. Gripping onto the side of his muscular leg for leverage as you drag the toy up and down faster. 

“Your fucking fat virgin cock.” You hiss between clenched teeth. Working up a sweat, cunt pouring down your inner thighs crying out with desperate need to be touched.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Sunghoon’s eyes roll back. His long neck arches up, defined Adam’s apple poking out on full display. Wads of saliva collect in the back of his throat and he gags through his moans, struggling to find the ability to breathe properly and heat washes down his flesh in shivers. Bucking up one more time against your determined thrusting, he stills and cums deep inside of the fleshlight. His body spasming on the bed, reaching for his neck to help the cough of air trapped. He sucks in a harsh breath and collapses, spinning with the ceiling above him.

“Wow.” You swallow, popping the toy off of him. Holding it over his stomach to watch dollops of white hot cum pour out onto his stomach muscles. “Hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”

Sunghoon’s chest flutters, his fucking heart flutters. He blinks and coughs, wiping at the drool that dribbles out of his mouth and flattens on the bed, searching for your gaze. “I can do it again.”

He’s crazy, crazy to keep going. Never wanting you to stop touching him even if it hurts for him to cum now. His cock throbs and stays hard laying on his stomach in a pool of his release. It’s so much, trickling down the sides of his torso to his waist. Dangerous how wet he is, could even make you lose your damn mind.

A numb nod is all you can find to respond with, picking up the fleshlight only to throw it aside and pull the rest of his pants off of his legs. Leaving him free for you to spread his thighs open further and position yourself in between.

It’s not common that you ever want to stuff your mouth full of cock, but he looked so good fucking that fleshlight. All you can think about is getting a taste. Bending forward, you pick up his heavy length and test out your curiosity with a slap against your tongue.

He’s cum so much, the taste hits your throat immediately. Picking up layers of his nut with each slap against yourself. You groan and shock Sunghoon as you draw him inside of your mouth and suck around his tip like a lollipop. He lets out one of the prettiest anguished sounds you’ve ever heard. Somewhere between a cry, a groan, an intense call of pleasure. Arching from his waist, he pushes his ass against his bed and clutches at the pillows by his head. 

If he thought your mouth was warm when you kissed, he can only compare it to a hot stove now. When you stand by one for too long and your face heats up, lighting your cheeks on fire. The same thing happens to him now and he shakes his head side to side. He can hear it, how you slap his girth against your tongue and wet flesh on wet flesh claps throughout his bedroom. It hurts and feels so good, he throbs and aches. Nearly throwing himself off the bed when you not only wrap your lips around his bulbous tip, but powerfully suck around him. Gliding your tongue out under his cock and slurping up the stickiness coating him.

Nothing but the sounds of spit, arousal, your wet tongue lapping at his cock fills his head. He cries out loud when you grasp onto his waist and dig your nails in to hold him in place. Sinking your mouth down onto his cock lower and lower until he can feel the tip hit the back of your throat.

“A-ahh!!” He shouts, forced to stay in place. Leaving slices of your sharp nails dug into his alabaster skin, cutting pink and red marks along the sides of his stomach. His hips take control even so, ramming them upward until you’re gagging around him and you pull back. Spit violently lurches out, pouring down onto the soaked area between his hips.

“P-please, I’m gonna cum a-again!” He begs, just like he said he would. Begs so pretty, blinking his dark clumpy eyelashes at you. Fighting the burn behind his eyes.

“Are you ready?” You ask, smearing the spit on your chin. 

Sunghoon feels it again. The area between his eyebrows stretches, his head expands with air, his ears go numb. He watches you sit up and strip your clothing off. Cock throbbing against his hip bone at the unsnapping of your bra. He has to squeeze his eyes shut, shaking his head. He’ll cum too fast, he’ll disappoint you, he’ll ruin everything.

“Hoonie?” 

The same soft tone you’ve used all night shakes him out of his thoughts. Blinking open to you waiting for him with the sweetest smile. Your breasts sit perfectly, waist calling to his hands. He takes a minute just to admire you, to convince himself that this isn’t a dream. It’s too good to be a dream.

“I’m scared.” He says in his head, feeling his lips move.

“It’s okay, we’ll go slow.” You reassure, rubbing up his thighs. “At your pace.”

This is it, his first time. The first time he’ll ever have sex, and it’s nowhere near anything he’s ever imagined. It’s terrifying, making him feel hyper aware of everything. The sheer look of terror on his face must be obvious because you lay down beside him and kiss him. 

Your lips that were just wrapped around him, still so soft. Still filling his gut with heat as he presses in and deepens the kiss by grabbing onto the back of your head. Shifting his hips to one side to throw his leg over yours. He can’t believe how good it feels to kiss you, weighing the thought that this is enough. He could keep kissing you all night, sex isn’t necessary.

But as he pulls away, he looks into your eyes and knows that it's not necessary, but he wants to do this. He wants to do this with you.

“Ready.” He nods, and turns to straddle your hips. Testing out the new position, he places his hands on your shoulders and slowly drags them down. Fingertips run down your collar to the swell of your breasts, your pert nipples, your velvety skin. He takes a deep breath and grabs onto your waist softer than you had grabbed his, evident by the marks blossoming on his skin. Settling his knees between your thighs, he stares between your bodies.

“Tell me everything.” You whisper, reaching for his chest. “Don’t be scared.”

“Can I—“

“Yes.”

Languidly lifting his eyes to find yours, he wraps around his girth. Biting down on his sore bottom lip as he begins to direct his length between your folds, met with a wet gush of arousal kissing around his size. Sunghoon knows sex can hurt for a girl when she’s a virgin, but he never knew it would be him hurting the first time.

The tip of his cock prods around between your folds, lowering to your entrance. He shakes above you, gaze locked on yours, and he’s finally met with your wet cunt trying to suck around his tip. Fluttering his eyes to keep them open, he begins to push in.

“Nnngh..” you moan, breaking eye contact to watch him enter you. The wetness between your bodies glides his cockhead in with ease, clamping down on his thick size regardless. You reach for his stomach, digging your fingers into his sore sides.

Sunghoon hisses, eyebrows furrowing together, and he whimpers again. The suction around his size is not only tighter than the fleshlight, but hotter, and so fucking wet. He can’t handle the immediate pleasure that shoots up his spine. Arching forward inadvertently shoving himself inside of you a few inches deeper. He cries out again, more broken and throaty. “H-hurts.” 

“Slow, Hoonie. You’re doing good.” You moan, digging your thumbs into his stomach muscles. “You’re so big baby, you feel so good.”

“I do?” He asks, sounding genuinely shocked. Wide eyes staring at the rest of his length as he struggles to thrust forward. The skin of your cunt snapping around him hurts and drives him crazy. Becoming addicted to how the tight pain grips the veins lining his length, sucking around him. “Y-youre really—wet.” He whines, rolling his hips forward experimentally.

A couple of inches remain outside, and Sunghoon arches forward groaning. “It’s too m-much.” He says breathlessly. His hearts races, pounding through his chest and roaring in his ears. If this is really sex, then he knows nothing else will ever compare. Nothing will come close to how real you feel, how your pussy pulsates and squeezes around him. The scent of your arousal hitting his nose, the moany gasps you keep letting out. The small moans of his name, baby, your nails scratching down his sides.

That’s all too much, and it feels so good. He’s driving the rest of his cock inside of you. He’s screaming through his teeth. “Hoonie, ahh, you’re so deep.”

“Unnghh..” he wants to agree. Wants to tell you how fucking amazing it feels to be this deep inside of you. It feels unreal, like he’s never been human, never been real. Only this has ever felt real, your body trembling beneath him. The fast rising of your chest, his wet cock sliding back out to the tip. 

Blazing heat pours down his face, wrinkling his nose and mouth together. He thrusts back in savoring the way each inch gets sucked inside. This has to be the heaven they’re always preaching about in church. The hell you have to go through to reach a place too good to be true. This is it.

“Feels—“ he says shakily, voice cracking. “F-feels ahhh!—“

Dropping his hips down faster, he becomes absorbed. Jaw hung open, completely dissolving into the pleasure that’s taken over his body. He builds up a faster rhythm, squeezing around your waist and sinking down lower. “O-oh my God,” he groans against your lips. Dropping his face into the crook of your neck. His back muscles strain and he digs his knees into the bed. Throwing his hips into action the closer his orgasm builds. “F-fuck!”

An extra wet squeeze around his cock stills him. Stuttering in place as you let out a quivery moan and your cunt painfully suctions around him. Breaking a sobbed groan from his throat as he drives his hips forward through your orgasms and his lower half loses balance, sloppily thrusting in a few more times with your slick orgasm splatting out. 

“Oh—my fucking God!” He howls out, breaking off into a mewled whimper. Pouring out more cum than he has all night, he can’t contain it. The creamy wetness trickles out past his width, spilling onto his bed and down between your buttcheeks. The two of you groan in unison, falling limp together as he continues to jerk for a minute and his cock finally softens. Stretching you full with his release.

“Hoon..” you murmur, letting out a long-winded breath with his weight crushed against your chest. “Baby.”

Slowly nodding, he presses a light kiss to your sweaty neck and turns to the side. Leaving the space between your thighs gaping, pouring the rest of his cum out onto your thighs. It takes minutes or who knows how long for the two of you to catch your breath, silently processing everything that just happened. You let out a weak laugh and reach for his hand.

“I don’t know what we’re gonna do.” You mumble by his side, throat dried up after all your moaning and screaming. 

“Huh?” Sunghoon asks lazily, already feeling himself fall asleep. Not that he should with all of this dry cum on his stomach and between his ass cheeks..

“I think we have to tell your sister.”

“What?!” He sits up, more grossed out now by how crunchy the skin on his abdomen feels. “Why?!”

Blinking up at him, you raise an eyebrow. Eyes half-lidded, nodding at your hand in his and squeezing around his fingers. 

Looking back and forth from your intertwined hands to your face, he tilts his head in question. “Hoon, come on.. we have to do this again. Obviously.” You smile shyly, lifting his hand to your lips. 

“Really?!”

“Ugh.”

“Sorry.” He sighs, laying back down with a smile. He stares at you wide-eyed in disbelief even still after losing his virginity to you. “I’m new to this.”

“I know, it’s cute.” 

He blushes, hiding his face in your shoulder. “I’ll tell her it was all my fault.”

“We’ll figure it out.” You yawn, glancing at the time. “We can still sneak in a shower before the parties over. You wanna?”

“Together?”

“Sunghoon.”

“Okay, sorry sorry.” Lighting up with a huge smile, he sits up and waits for you to move. Eyeing him up and down, you smile too. Swiping your hand down from his shoulder to his chest. 

“Think you can go again?”

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riding sunghoon so good he can’t think!

genre — smut

warning — needy sunghoon, drunk pussy (?) sunghoon, riding, sunghoon has a praise kink.. 😬😬

a/n — guys please spare me… i’ve been on rest as of recently because shit SUCKS but i love my fans just as i love shaking my ass so here you guys are

“hah.. baby please..” sunghoon slurs as he held your waist, his words coming out as incoherent, trying to speak to you as best as he could. “you’re doing such a good job, hoonie.” he nodded at your words, “please say i’m a good boy.. t-tell me i’m your good boy, please!” patting his cheek, you obliged to his words, giving him what he so desperately wanted and needed. “you’re such a good boy, hoonie. always listening to me like the good little pup you are.” he moaned at your words, softly arching his back off the headboard it was on. his hands slowly made his way to your waist, being to scared to touch you so he kept his hands to the side of his legs.

“m gonna.. cum.. cumming.” he whimpered and whined, begging for a release as you rolled your hips to a rhythmic pace. his lengthy veins tracing against your velvet walls while you moved your hips in a circular motion, caressing sunghoons face while his whines only got louder and louder.

his hips bucked up before his white, thick load pushed inside you. some of it slightly dripping down your inner thighs as you climbed off of him.

“you did such a good job hoonie.” you whispered softly, kissing the shell of his ear.

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