Dirty

Dirty

Just a little Jongin smut before the year is over.

Word Count: 900

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˚ 𓍢ִ໋ ࣪ my third not so short story from my a-z kink series! enjoy some yeo!

『 accidental stimulation: kang yeosang 』 ↴

you were on a date with yeosang, when hongjoong unexpectedly made a call for yeosang to come back to the studio. you asked if you should head back home, but hongjoong texted yeosang that he could bring you too.

walking hand in hand with yeosang, you adored his cute cute hooding adorning his head. you took a picture of him as you were walking into the building, heading towards the elevator. everything was so innocent.

clicking the elevator button, you awaited for an elevator. once the doors opened, you and yeosang exchanged surprised looks with how packed it was. he grabbed your hand as you were hesitant to wait for another elevator, but yeosang seen it as normalcy.

you both pushed your way to the back of the elevator, squishing into a corner. you stood in front of him, your skirt riding up slightly from your ass being pushed against his crotch. he hesitantly held his hand slightly over where your bodies were touching, as his mouth opened slightly to let out a slight wince. you’re surprised you heard him, from all the voices in the elevator drowning out your hearing.

that’s when you felt his rock hard cock, pressing in between your legs. he obviously wasn’t wearing underwear, his thin grey sweatpants making it easy to trace out the start and end of his cock.

he started to rock into you, not caring who was around you both, your cause of accidental stimulation making him need a release. he grabbed your hips, looking down at you as a hint to move against him. you started to wind your hips, yeo gritting his teeth behind your head.

he delicately and secretly licked a stripe up your neck, which made you press into him harshly, and completely; squeezing your legs tightly around his long and desperate cock. that’s when you felt spurts of cum spray in between your legs, the wet fabric squishing in between your plush thighs.

he was twitching, his cock twitching up to hit your pussy from between your legs, subtle breaths heard while his nails completely dig into your hips. that’s when the bell dinged, your eyes both wandering and bowing to the other unbothered employees, awaiting everyone to exit. you stepped back from yeosang to take a look at the mess he made, dark spots of wetness covering his front half. you shook your head, yeosang feeling ashamed.

you smiled at him teasingly, “shameful.”

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THAT'S RIGHT, HE CAN'T

PAIRING : dom!heeseung x switch!fem!reader x switch!sunghoon

GENRE : smut, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (be safe y'all), breeding, praise kink, degradation kink, cuffing, jealousy, angsty, angry sex, choking, marking, spanking, heeseung being an asshole, revenge, usage of camera, usage of nicknames, y/n being a needy mess.

SYNOPSIS : you were always curious about your best friend's roommate, park sunghoon, wanting to mess around with the innocent looking guy, however, lee heeseung doesn't appreciate your advances and shows sunghoon how you belong to him. the whole ordeal doesn't sit well with sunghoon, and so, he decides to take revenge for the same.

WC : 3.6k words

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni.

A/N : hihi! i'm back with a heehoon fic! i hope y'all like it, all likes, reblogs, comments and asks are highly appreciated!

best friend or a fuck buddy? lee heeseung was both in your case, being there for you when the world got too harsh or fucking your worries away whenever you needed—he mastered at both.

you met him at a fancy party which your parents dragged you to. now what would two 14 year old kids would do at a boring party? they'd prank others. that's exactly what you two bonded over. surprisingly, you found out that he was in the same school as you, more the reason to be friends with him. since then, you've been attached by hip.

now at the ripe age of 20, you both were the 'it' students of your college campus. good grades, stunning looks and the life of every party. you had everything to offer and hence, you were adored by all, except for the 'heeseung fangirls' who swore to make your life miserable for taking away their man but, oh well, they can't do shit.

it was a friday night, meaning—party night. heeseung wore a white button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to show his veiny hand which sported an expensive rolex, three top buttons open to reveal his inviting neck, ripped jeans that did nothing to hide his thick thighs. just as you liked, he had dressed up to tease you and he was winning.

"hello there, doll." he whispered in your ear, wrapping his arm around your waist. his torso was pressed against your back as he started moving along the beat on the dance floor.

in midst of the sweaty dancing students, your focus was on heeseung and heeseung only. you wanted more than just the lingering touches. you wanted him to fuck you.

"let's leave, shall we?" he asked, kissing the sensitive spot on your neck which he had memorised by heart.

you bit your lip, nodding your head as your mind clouded with the thoughts of heeseung's cock buried deep in your pussy. he dragged you out of the party, straight to his car and drove back to his shared apartment as soon as possible, his hand gripping your thighs, slowly inching down to your wet core the whole journey, teasing you further.

you both were making out by the time you reached his floor. you snuck in a deep breath as heeseung picked you up, opening the apartment door and carrying you all the way to his room. he didn't even spare a glance at his fellow roommate, park sunghoon.

sunghoon stopped typing on his laptop, looking up at you with wide eyes. you looked back at him as heeseung placed kisses all over your neck. he was flushed red seeing the scene unfold in front of him. he was habitual of heeseung bringing girls home but it never flustered him as much as your presence did.

you looked down to see his boner which he tried to hide with a cushion laying near him. amused. you were highly amused seeing how much you affected sunghoon. with one last wink at him, heeseung closed the door to his bedroom, too invested in you to even observe the little staring contest that went down between you and sunghoon.

sunghoon rushed back to his room, closing the door and silently jerking off to your moans—the moans caused by how good heeseung made you feel. hoon wanted it too, he wanted to have you by his own at least once knowing the fact that you and heeseung weren't dating.

he wished that it was him who made you whine and scream with pleasure, him who made you cum instead of lee heeseung. he pathetically screamed out your name as he came hard, his cum covering his hand as his chest rose up and down, breathing rigged and mind full of you.

meanwhile you knew exactly what sunghoon wanted, behind his shy demeanour, he was a needy guy. you came hard thinking of how it would be to have sunghoon fuck you once. the night ended with three of you cumming, but with the thoughts of one another.

𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹

you knew heeseung had his football practice today and hence it was the perfect time to get sunghoon alone for once. you rang the doorbell of heeseung and sunghoon's shared apartment, patting your skirt once to remove the invisible dust from it.

the door swung open to a confused sunghoon in just his sweatpants, not expecting anyone to be home at this time. you mustered up your most innocent face as you looked up at him.

"is heeseung home?" you asked him, already knowing the answer.

he took a second to process your question, realising that you were here for heeseung and not him.

"uhh, he's at his practice right now–" he started but was interrupted mid-way.

"okay! i'll wait for him then!" you exclaimed, already getting inside and making yourself comfortable on the sofa.

you saw him close the door, his back muscles on display. you were captivated, wanting to run your hands all over your body. he turned around, face all flushed as it always was in your presence, he suddenly felt self conscious. his mind filling with sinful thoughts, just as yours.

he rushed to get into his room, wearing the first t-shirt in sight. staring at his refection in the mirror, he could see how nervous he was, just your presence got him wrecked. taking two deep breaths, he came out of his room just to see you softly smiling at him.

again, you were amused to see him shying away as he sat down next to you with his laptop, typing away whatever assignment he had.

"what have you been upto, hoon?" you casually asked, leaning closer to see into the screen.

sunghoon didn't expect you to talk to him, at all, nor did he expect to have you so close to him. your arms were touching, face an inch away from his and your hand on his thigh to support yourself as you looked at the laptop screen.

his breath hitched, he could smell your shampoo with the proximity. close, you were too close to him, he wanted more.

"i've been working on my essay assignment." he spoke in a whisper, trying not to sound broken.

your turned to face him, so close to his face that you both were breathing thee same air. you smiled at him, moving your hand up his thigh.

"you're a good boy, i see." you whispered.

he froze. your praise affected him a great deal. he was growing harder by the second and your hand rubbing his thigh didn't do anything to help it. he felt bare under your gaze despite being fully clothed.

"isn't that right, pretty boy?" you smirked, praising him more.

that was the last straw for him, he couldn't hold back on his sinful noises anymore. you broke him.

"p–please." he choked out, his head now buried in your shoulder.

you let out a victory smile, safely keeping his laptop on the table in front of you. your fingers kneaded in his silky hair, gripping them tight, making him face you as you straddled him.

"please what, baby boy?" he loved every name you called him. you sat down on his hard on, making him bite his lip and arch his back.

"touch me, please." he finally moaned out.

you patted his cheek twice before removing his t-shirt, teasingly running your hand down his muscular torso. he shivered under your touch, specially when you traced his nipples.

his whines grew louder by second, you held his chin, making him look at you. slowly you started moving on his hard on, the clothes restricting the contact. you kissed him as he moaned in your mouth, loving every bit of what was happening.

you weren't sure of his fantasies but his reaction intrigued you. hoon looked perfect. his defined jaw clenched, pretty body on display and beautiful sounds filling the room. flawless, that's how he appeared to be.

and swiftly, both of you were naked as you teased his cock with your wet cunt, not letting him enter you. sunghoon was impatient though, so he held your waist in place, finally sinking you down on his length. both groaning at the stretch and rawness.

"you feel so good." sunghoon groaned near your ear as you took time to accommodate him inside you.

soon enough, you were bouncing on his cock, the sound of your moans filling the whole apartment. hoon was in a bliss, he finally had you in his arms, fucking you without any trace of heeseung.

he was too early to celebrate about the last part though.

just as you both where reaching the climax, the front door swung open to reveal heeseung. he did not expect you to be here, and he most certainly didn't expect to find you and sunghoon fucking behind his back. he was angry. why? you weren't his girlfriend yet his possessiveness showed up. you fucking his roommate, without him knowing and just the thought of his shy roomie making you feel better than him made his skin crawl.

you both stopped, looking at heeseung wide-eyed. you didn't know what to expect from him, but you could see how agitated he was. without thinking much, heeseung dragged you both to his room, practically throwing you on his bed while swiftly getting his handcuffs out, cuffing hoon to the bedpost.

you were breathing hard, seeing him cuff hoon definitely meant that you were going to be punished, and it wouldn't be so nice this time. sunghoon tried to free himself but all his efforts went futile.

"heeseung–" you tried to talk to him.

"shut up." he snapped and you immediately fell silent.

sunghoon watched the exchange with grim eyes. he had done nothing wrong. you had done nothing wrong. who the hell was heeseung to interfere in your business?

"you've been fucking my roommate behind my back i see." he spoke, unbuttoning his shirt.

you immediately shook your head, "no–" yet he cut you off again.

"did i tell you to speak, slut?" he asked, now removing his pants, getting on the bed and hovering over your naked body.

you shook your head, knowing better not to speak anymore. heeseung scoffed, looking at sunghoon.

"let me show you how to fuck her. you could never please her the way i do, sunghoon." he smirked looking at the shocked face of hoon.

your mind was in frenzy as heeseung entered you without any warning, stretching you out. you clenched around his length as he placed wet kisses all over your neck, marking you in more than one place.

"does that feel good, fuck doll?" his degrading words turned you on even more, you moaned louder, forgetting the fact that sunghoon was watching the whole ordeal.

"so good, daddy." the name made heeseung smirk as he started moving at a faster pace. your eyes shut close as you felt him ruin your pussy, his each touch sent shivers down your spine.

sunghoon was had his first clenched so hard that his veins were visible now, all red and angry. just like him.

you knew it was wrong, it wasn't fair to sunghoon but lust took over you. heeseung's touches made you weak to the core, you had no control over yourself anymore, being a moaning mess and loving how harsh he was turned you on further.

each thrust was deep, proving a point, proving that he's better than sunghoon. you mewled his name, toes curled and back arched. it felt like heavenly hell brought down together all for you.

"who's making you feel good, slut?" he demanded.

"heeseung is!" you screamed as your climax starting building up again.

"can sunghoon do this?" he was loud, asking you every question to hurt hoon.

when you didn't reply, he slapped your ass, "i asked you something you dumb slut." he choked you, his big fingers curling around your neck.

you were overwhelmed and not sure of your words anymore, but still managed to let out a few sentences mid-way your sobs.

"he c-can't." you cried out. your face flushed with the activities, eyes teary and red and your hair sprawled messily on the bed.

"that's right, he can't." satisfied, he sent a smirk his way before slamming his dick harder into you, slapping your ass alongside.

sunghoon was scarily angry now, him screaming to open him up, his wrist red with all his tries to break the handcuffs, he failed though.

"i'm so fucking close." you whimpered, scratching his back.

"go on, cum all over my cock, doll." he groaned.

you yet again screamed heeseung's name before cumming all over his dick. your legs trembling and your breathing rigged. heeseung came soon after, filling you up with his cum.

"mine." he claimed.

without sparing hoon any glance, he took you to the bathroom, cleaning you up without saying much.

he came out, unlocked hoon, looking at him without any expressions. they stared at one another for a brief while before sunghoon pushed heeseung away, going back into his room and slamming the door. heeseung only scoffed at this, bringing you back to his room to sleep with you.

with practically no energy left to address this situation, you fell into deep slumber on heeseung's bed.

𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹 𖦹

you didn't speak to heeseung since then, it had been three days already since the event took place and you were concerned about sunghoon.

you sighed, cursing yourself for even putting him into this situation. heeseung definitely did wrong, he had no right to claim you his, not when you both weren't even dating. you let out a frustrated scream, head in your hands.

a text notification from your phone alerted you.

'unknown number'

hey y/n, it's sunghoon

can you come over rn? it's urgent

you didn't know how he got your number, nor did you question it. you were preoccupied thinking about what could be so urgent that he texted you. you quickly changed into more decent clothes before rushing to his apartment.

the whole journey felt too long when it barely took 10 minutes. you sighed, thinking about how good hoon would've been to you had heeseung not interrupted you both, rudely at that.

you reached the apartment, ringing the bell but no one answered. you furrowed your brows, texting back hoon, informing that you were here. he didn't text back. you tried to open the door to find it unlocked.

you hesitantly stepped inside. before you could register anything, the door slammed shut and you were pinned on the wall. you stared wide eyed at sunghoon who had a sinister smirk on his face.

"hello there, angel." he said, closing your mouth with his finger on your chin.

he looked different, more confident than you've ever seen him be, radiating this charming aura that had been hidden all this time. he was just in his sweatpants, hair parted to the side, exposing his forehead making him look significantly more attractive than his usual self.

"sunghoon–" you started to ask him about this whole ordeal, but were interrupted.

"that's exactly what you'll be screaming the whole night, my name." he was serious, no trace of humour left. what he said was final and he made sure that you knew it.

"right, angel?" he traced your jaw, other hand gripping your waist as he pushed his knee in between your legs, softly applying pressure to your clothed pussy.

you gasped, feeling yourself grow wet at sunghoon's demeanour change.

"yes." you barely whispered. he gripped your chin, lips brushing against each other.

"yes what?" he demanded.

"yes, sunghoon." you answered.

"good girl." he praised, indulging you in a fervent kiss.

you didn't resist him, kissing him back with the same desire. he picked you up, not carrying you to his room, but to heeseung's room, placing you on his bed, the same place where heeseung fucked you.

sunghoon's laptop lay there, with a webcam switched on. you looked at hoon with questioning gaze, breathing hard with the kiss you shared a few seconds back.

"we have to show heeseung how good i am to you right, angel? we have to let him hear you screaming my name, in his bed." he said, anger evident in his tone.

revenge, that's what sunghoon wanted.

you nodded, not opposed to the idea. hoon gave you a small smile, kissing your lips before setting up the camera, video calling heeseung. he didn't even look back before kissing you again, his pretty hands roaming all over your body.

the small noise from the laptop indicated that the call had been connected. heeseung was shocked to say the least, not expecting you and sunghoon making out in his own bed, having him on call at that. he left whatever party he was at, not ending the call, infuriated highly.

on the other hand, you both were too engaged in each other to even listen to heeseung's screams, asking you both to separate this instant.

"do you even need this?" sunghoon asked, before practically ripping off your top, unclasping your bra in a swift move. you were shivering under his intense gaze, so wet making it appear that you were the only desperate one here.

sunghoon kissed your hardened nipples, pinching one and sucking on the other. you moaned his name, loud and clear, begging to be touched more, to be ruined more.

heeseung couldn't think straight, his focus not on the driving but on your moans, which repeated sunghoon's name and not his. yet he kept driving.

sunghoon's tongue worked wonders on your skin, you were so wet. he kissed all over your body, moving down to remove your panties along with your skirt. he stopped for a moment, staring at your naked figure. he bit his lip, thinking of ways to ruin you.

he got down between your legs, his breath on your core sending a shiver down your spine. he licked an experimental strip down your folds. you let out another whine, wanting more. and he continued, licking and sucking your core as your fingers gripped his soft hair, guiding him through it all.

he moaned against your clit, making you arch your back, eyes closed with the overwhelming feeling. he inserted his tongue, earning yet another moan from you. you were close, you could feel a knot building up in your stomach.

"hoon i'm going to–" he got up mid-way, making you whine.

"oh angel, you'll be cumming on my cock." the thought excited you too much.

heeseung was furious, not knowing why he still had the call connected, it was a torture to him, and he was painfully hard even though it wasn't his name that came out of your mouth. he clenched his jaw as he focused on driving.

sunghoon swiftly removed his sweatpants, his length sprang up to his stomach, red and leaking with precum, he spread it and pumped his cock a few times, looking at you.

you were breathing hard, eyes red and watery for all good reasons, you looked like an angel, yet you were barely one.

"please." you whined, wanting him inside you.

"since you asked so nicely." he smirked, entering in you. both of you groaning at the feeling.

the stretch was too pleasurable. he filled you up, bliss spreading him to finally fuck you without a certain lee heeseung disturbing him. he thrusted in you, hitting your g-spot at once making you moan.

"you like that, angel?" he bit his lip, feeling you clench around his length. you nodded, not being able to form words anymore, head a mess with only one name chanting all over, 'park sunghoon'.

he kept one of your leg on his shoulder to get more access and it worked. he was deep inside you, fucking you without any mercy. sunghoon looked stunning, biting his lip in concentration, each thrust deeper than the other, groaning at the feeling.

heeseung parked his car and moved up to his apartment faster than ever, swiftly unlocking the front door, only to find his room locked from inside. he slammed his fist against it but no avail. he could hear each moan clearly, hurting his ego further.

sunghoon let out a laugh in victory, going harder on you knowing that the call was still connected and heeseung was watching.

"can heeseung fuck you this good?" he growled asking.

"n–no." you cried out. head clouded with sunghoon.

"can heeseung make you scream this loud?" he kept on questioning.

"he can't!" you had tears running down your face making hoon moan, he loved seeing you this way.

"that's right, he can't." sunghoon repeated the exact words said by heeseung a few days back, only, it wasn't directed towards him now.

and sunghoon was right, heeseung never made you scream this loud, made you this needy. while sunghoon did.

before you could process anything more, you squirted all over his cock. you had never squirted before. you screamed his name all over again, riding down your high. you looked so hot falling apart on his cock, he came in soon after, marking all over your neck as he emptied inside of you.

a few minutes after those were full of silence, except for heeseung's pleads to open the door which were ignored. sunghoon smiled big, demeanour changing yet again.

he kissed your forehead, "you did so well for me, angel." he praised, making you smile back. he was grateful you didn't oppose his idea of revenge.

he cleaned you up softly, asking if you were okay and apologizing for being too hard on you to which you laughed, "i loved it." you admitted as he applied lotion to your body, softly massaging it.

he wrapped his arms around you, urging you to sleep. "what about heeseung?" you asked.

"he's not coming in." hoon rolled his eyes, still pissed at heeseung.

he assured you that it'll be okay and soon you both drifted off to dreamland, not knowing what the morning held for you.

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CROSSING BOUNDARIES

PAIRING : dom!hoon x fem!reader

GENRE : smut, possessive sunghoon, unprotected sex, mentions of blade and scars, spanking, choking, tied hands, overstimulation, fingering, degradation, killing.

WC : 1.8k words

WARNING : 18+ content, minors dni

A/N : read part two here – broken boundaries

"no fucking way." you practically growled at the man in front of you, your father to be more precise. jaw clenched at the insanity of the situation.

"you do not have a say in this matter." your father concluded as a matter of factly. not wanting to stay around him for even a second more, you leave his office but not before flipping him off.

being born as the daughter of a mafia man was a life you had gotten accustomed to by now. being the only heiress to his seat, everyone expected you to be to be the perfect assassin. you grew numb to the point you were almost emotionless to anything and everything, everything with the exception of two people, namely, your father and his right hand man.

ever since you were a kid, you had to follow the instructions given by your father, but fixing your marriage to the heir of lee mafia, lee heeseung, wasn't something you expected him to do, "it's for our own benefit." he had stated.

you went straight to your bathroom and splashed water on your face, taking deep breaths to calm down your racing heart. after a while, you exited the bathroom, just to see sunghoon standing in the middle of your bedroom.

park sunghoon, your father's right hand man. everyone envied him for getting such a high position while being so young. he had always proved to be loyal to your father. not only he was smart and skilled, but also good looking. you despised him to say the least, you had always been compared to him as to how he had everything you lacked and more. just the thought of him made your blood boil.

he made sure to always do better than you. moreover, he'd smirk at you whilst making snarky comments just to rile your anger even further. in fact, that's what he's sporting right now, a smirk as his teeth played with his lip ring.

"fuck off, sunghoon." you dismissed him right away, well knowing that he's here to taunt your arranged marriage which your father had dearly set up. his laughter bloomed the room causing you to roll your eyes.

"oh come on doll, let me congratulate you first, yeah?" amusement pooled his eyes as he saw you roll yours. truth being told, he loved pissing you off, mainly because he found your angry self really hot. getting closer to you, he bit his lips as he trapped you against the wall, your face scowled up in annoyance.

"you're crossing your boundaries, park." you warned him simply, yet he leaned in so that his lips hovered over yours.

"am i now?" he questioned, and within a second, you were thrown on your bed, sunghoon pinned you down as you struggled against his hold. for a second, your gaze flickered towards his lipring, this didn't go unnoticed by him.

"being disloyal already? who knew how much of a whore you can be." he scoffed, you weren't ready to take his bullshit in though. without much of a warning, you flipped him over, taking your pocket blade out and positioning it on his tattoed neck. the blade just barely grazing his skin.

"do you know that the last person who talked to me like that ended up at the bottom of the river? guess it's your turn now." you smirked, pressing him into the mattress even further. yet again, distraction came easily to you, it always did when sunghoon was near. this time it was his tattoo, which you never saw this clear before, it was minute between all the larger ones surrounding it. in fact, you wouldn't have even noticed it had you not been this close.

sunghoon saw your lingering stare with the lack of hold, seeing this opportunity, he grabbed the blade and threw it to the farthest corner of the room.

"what is this about?" you breathed out a question, seeing your name written near his clavicle, so small as if it wasn't even there. you grazed your thumb softly over it.

sunghoon shivered under your touch but gained energy to flip you over nevertheless. putting all his weight on you, his lips faintly touching yours as you both breathed the same air.

"you really are dumb." he chuckled before capturing your lips in a kiss, a kiss that was due since the past seven years, all the time that he had been in love with you, yet never acted upon it. you returned the kiss, making it go deeper and more rushed than what sunghoon had initially started. the cool metal of his ring made you shiver into the kiss.

you were frustrated, making out with a man whom you'll never get to be with, yet somehow, it felt right. you groaned, your hips jerking forward to meet his hard on. he looked into your eyes and you nodded, you needed this.

"fuck." was all he said before removing his plain black t-shirt, his scars from the past missions and tattoos full on display, he wasted no time in kissing you again, his hands roaming all over your body. you traced his scars as his fang like canines bit and sucked on your neck, it was sure to leave marks by the next day.

his anger was evident with the rush, you were being promised to someone else, how could he accept that? growling, he tore off your tank top, unclasping your bra along with it. you gasped at his neediness, whining as he licked and swirled around with your erected nipples. his hand went down to rub you through your jeans, making you moan with pleasure. more, you wanted more.

"remove it." you croaked, and in a moment, you were bare naked in front of him. hastily, you got up to undo his belt, removing his jeans and boxers all together. his thick cock leaking with precum. he gathered the wetness from your dripping core using two of his digits and sucked on them, kissing you right after.

you arched your back as his fingers entered inside of you, stretching you out. moans filled the room as sunghoon gripped your neck.

removing his finger, he pushed himself into you without any warning. he stopped to watch your reaction : eyes closed, lips parted and rigged breathing. he smirked, tying your hands with his discarded t-shirt and holding them above your head.

"fuck, sunghoon." you screamed out as he grabbed your ass, mercilessly pounding into you. sliding your fingers between his soft hair, you start rolling your hips to get more friction.

"you like this, don't you?" sunghoon tightened the hold on your neck, a broken sob escaped your mouth. "bet that fucker won't be able to make you scream like this." the bed was shaking, you were trembling, your feet curled up with the feeling.

"yeah, it feels so good–" you dragged out as he put one of your leg on his shoulder, his thrusting getting deeper as it hit your sensitive spot, your moans getting lewd by second. you looked up to see sunghoon as he bit his lipring with concentration, his sweat trailing down his well defined jaw, making him look even more hot than he usually does.

"fuck." he kept on muttering, observing your tied up hands and fucked up fucked up expression, his dick twitched inside of you, his high seeming closer than ever.

"i'm going to cum." tears stained your cheeks as you came all over his cock, letting out a shaky breath. he moaned out your name as he spilled his seed into you.

sunghoon flipped you over, making you understand that he wasn't done yet. with your ass in the air, he ruthlessly pounded into you as his hand digged into your waist, strong enough to leave marks.

"i. fucking. hate. your. father." sunghoon had never once insulted him, yet here we are now. you were crying, the overstimulation heightening up as he rubbed your clit.

"you are my property, you get it slut?" he growled into your ear and you managed to get out a weak 'yes' as an answer, knowing very well that you cannot go against your father, yet sunghoon made it worth it.

"i won't let that asshole have you." he declared, ramming into you with all his might, so strong that you saw stars, "hoon–" you sobbed out as you came for the second time, yet he didn't stop and slapped your ass, painting them a beautiful shade of red.

"louder, let everyone know who's making you feel good." he demanded, your voice booming in the room. "fuck, i hate you." he said before cumming in you again. his words being the literal opposite of his feelings.

he freed your hands, softly caressing them with a sigh. "i'm sorry, doll." he apologized and looked into your eyes for any sign of discomfort, he didn't find any. you tried to smile at him, too tired to do anything but he got the memo.

"how long?" you asked, gazing at the tattoo.

"five years." he paused, "i got it five years back, it's shocking how no one noticed it" he pitifully laughed, knowing that you weren't even his to begin with.

"oh." was all you could say. it was a given that sunghoon liked you, it scared you to the core when you find out that you did too. you realised it the moment he kissed you and kissed him back instead of pushing him away.

"this is pathetic, fuck." he said, bringing you closer to him, "run away with me." he desperately said.

"we won't survive a day out there hoon." you were right, the moment you leave your gang is the moment your enemy kills you. they're out for blood.

sunghoon cursed, biting his lipring yet again.

you sighed, "we can't go against him" you pointed out, mentioning your father in the process.

he smirked, his tongue poking his fangs. sunghoon would, a hundred percent, go against your father if it meant that he gets to have you with him. the look in his eyes was the same as the one he had on the day he killed an innocent guy for talking to you at the bar, the same look he had when the enemy gang had slashed your hand, causing you to stay at rest for a week, he had killed all of them by the next two days.

you saw right through it, your eyes widening in the process, before you could say anything, he silenced you by kissing you roughly.

"round two?" his eyes glimmered as he asked, you being needy, nodded for more. he made you cum thrice more.

next morning, the bed was empty next to you. suddenly a shrill scream was heard from around the corridor, you dressed up, running as fast as you could, your eyes widening at the scene in front of you.

it made you believe that sunghoon, in fact, can go upto any lengths to have you.

© jaylaxies

˚ 𓍢ִ໋ ࣪ welcome to my first short story from my a-z kink series!

『 acarophilia: choi san 』

san was in the shower, when the hot water made him wince. he grabbed his back, immediately pulling open the shower curtain to look in the mirror. red, irritated scratches adorned his back, as everything that happened from last night fills his mind.

“ugh fuck! san! san! san! please! ugh!” you yelled loudly, pornographic screams erupting from your throat. nothing could’ve prepared you for how hard san’s cock was, nothing could’ve prepared you for him slamming you up against the wall; pounding so shallowly into you. everything was blurry, as you tried to scratch and grip onto the wall beside you.

“wrong place, baby, wrong place, baby.” san whispered breathlessly, placing your hands onto his back immediately. “leave your mark on my fucking body, baby… you know you want to.” he fucked even harder into you, deeply gripping into his shoulders with your nails.

“fuck yes, baby… ahh.. agh… let me know how good i’m making you feel.. hm? ah?” he says teasingly into your right ear, making your neck stand with goosebumps. you loved being his fuck toy, no matter the time of day. and so you scratched and scratched until you felt your nails become weak and dull beneath you, san whimpering and gritting his teeth with every abrasion to his skin. this one long scratch had him falling apart…

“fuck… fuck…” he threw his head back, biting his lip, “kiss me. kiss me.. kiss me so no one hears me breeding you. just for tonight… i can’t control it… i’d be too loud.. come here, baby..” he pulls you in by the neck as guidance, mouths sloppily and forcefully meeting each others, as his warm load spurts into your pussy; covering your insides with his mark.

⋆˙ writing master list ˙ ⋆

NIGHT-SHIFT (p.sh)

Sunghoon, a keen and professional man between the hours of 8 AM to 5 PM. ServiceKing, a faceless and proud man between the hours of 9 PM to 12 AM. Sunghoon’s secret night-life has nothing to do with the faces he sees day after day...until it does. or the one where you pay for a one on one call with a faceless cam guy you’ve been watching for a little while, and the next day your boss is avoiding you like the plague. 

minors dni 

PAIRING ― boss / cam boy!sunghoon x afab reader  

WORDCOUNT― 4.5k

WARNINGS―  dub-con since reader doesn’t know it’s him. 

CONTENT― office setting, sunghoon is a service top/soft-dom/whatever his clients need lol

 NOTE ― this was supposed to be a drabble, but i just....it needed a little more plot sorry. it's not very good, like fr this is not up to par with what I wanted... but i wrote it so im gonna post it.

nsfw tags under cut

nsfw tags― dubious consent, cam sex/virtual sex, dirty talk, masturbation instructions, umm…finger fucking, jerking off, fantasies, role-play type stuff

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

What are the chances? Honestly, what are the fucking chances?

Sunghoon sits up quickly from his relaxed position upon hearing a voice far too familiar on the other end of this call. He’s lucky he doesn’t have his camera on just yet, you’d have seen the embarrassing reaction to…well…hearing you of all people.

He knows the world can be small sometimes, but this is too small for comfort as he hears your muttered voice through the microphone again.

“So, what am I supposed to do?” You say. 

“Ah, uh–” Sunghoon pauses. There’s no way it’s actually you. Can you not recognize his voice too? “What type of call did you request again?” 

“Full service.” You remind him. 

Oh. You’re into this kind of thing? That pretty, well-mannered employee of his? The one who sips coffee quietly at her desk while actually responding to her emails? The one who never shows up to co-ed parties? The one who always dresses appropriately and addresses him in a timid way?

You…just paid a cam-boy to get you off in full? Not just any cam-boy either, you paid him?

God, his cheeks are so heated at the arousing thought. Never once has he ever imagined you in any scenario that doesn’t involve excel spreadsheets and finances. Arguably, you’ve probably never thought of him all spread out fucking his fist either but…you’ve blatantly seen him do it already.

He wonders how long you’ve been seeing this part of him, how long you’ve been getting yourself off all alone while he puts on a show for hundreds, and sometimes, thousands of people. 

As detrimental as this is, it’s his job to do this. You paid him to do it, just like how he pays you to do your job. He can’t be letting this hold him back. No, in fact, he needs to get this hour long session over with as quickly as fucking possible. 

“Right,” Sunghoon lends a chuckle, nervous sounding on his end but to you it just sounds cheeky. “Can I get your name, babe?” 

You’re quiet at first, never having done this before and absolutely not wanting this random horny guy to know who you are. Honestly, you already requested that only he turns his camera on during this call as well. As if you’d give out your real name. You give him a name that rhymes with your own instead, and there’s another chuckle after. 

He knows you’re lying. Out of all the employees that are under him, you’re the one he has to correspond with the most. After all, you’ve been up for the promotion to being his assistant for the past three months. He knows that isn’t your name. 

 Smart girl, just like he knew you were. 

“Is that so?” He tilts his head at his blank screen in amusement, watching the microphones light up with each breath. “Alright, and you’ll do everything I say, yes?” 

You nod to no one, realizing he can’t see you and instead giving him a hum and gentle words of “of course.”

His image flashes across your screen just moments later. The same as his usual streams. Face out of frame, hand strong and willing, his cock out and on display– only half hard. 

“Listen to me very carefully,” Sunghoon calls out now, as if to show you that it’s time to begin, your almost-name falling from his lips shortly after. “Don’t hold your breath, you paid good money for this, and I want to hear you.”

Oh man, this is embarrassing for you to be doing this. But truly, anything at this point is better than another night all alone. 

And he does hear you. Relishing in that voice he hears day to day reciting memos and budgets, only this time, you’re calling out pleasurable reactions to how he tells you to fuck yourself. 

He’s good at it too. You can’t help but listen to every word, touching and massaging when he instructs you to, stopping just short of orgasm for him to ask, “That feels good, doesn’t it? Wish you had me doing it for you, isn’t that right?” 

Always using the fake name. Giving you full-service by the end of the call. 

Safe to say, you’re feeling refreshed by the next morning as you ready yourself for work, wanting very much to book the infamous ServiceKing again. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Fuck, he can’t even look at you. Not after the way he got off last night. 

Not after hearing you moan out the way you did while he simultaneously imagined you all spread out on his desk for him. Not after hearing the fucking wet between your legs as you frantically tried to cum when he told you to. 

Not after you did cum for him. 

“Mr. Park–” You chime through his door, not quite noticing the way he stiffens in his seat. 

God, if you had called him that last night…

“Hm?” He composes himself by acting bored and uninterested in whatever papers you have held tightly against your chest. “What is it?”

“I got the statements back from our parent company, I think–”

“Great. Just set them down on my desk.” He cuts you off, patting his desk before hoping you get the fuck out of his office before he ends up breaking office rule number one.

What is office rule number one, you might ask? Never fuck a co-worker. What’s worse is that you’re not his fucking co worker. You’re his employee.

You raise a brow at his demeanor this morning. The usual not-so-up-tight Sunghoon appearing far too distracted today compared to usual. Most mornings, he’ll at least give you a smile and a “thank you.” 

“Mr. Park, is there anything I can get for you?” You ask with concern in your voice.

Sunghoon pauses every thought in his head as he looks at you. Narrowing his eyes and wondering if maybe he’s just overreacting. Maybe he's mistaken and that girl from last night isn’t you at all. After all, there’s plenty of people with the same pitch in their voice. She didn’t even turn on her camera, and she gave him a different name anyway. 

Maybe he just wishes it was you. 

“No, I’m fine–” He says, mistakenly calling out the fake name rather than your actual name. 

You miss the way his eyes widen for a split second before correcting himself to your real name. 

“Ah, my apologies. Got a little tongue tied.” 

You stand there in shock. No way in hell he just called you by the name you spoofed to a cam-boy last night. Coincidences can be so weird, and being called that hits you a little too close to home. 

It feels awkward in the room now and both of you play it off as a genuine mistake. Though, to you, it has to be a genuine tongue-tied version of your name. Sunghoon couldn’t possibly know about that. Besides, he appears to be more tired than usual anyway, so…you choose to believe it’s a crazy coincidence. 

You give him a nervous chuckle as you wave yourself off and out of the room with a small “It’s okay, you know where I am if you need anything.”

What he needs is to watch his fucking mouth. What he needs is to stop thinking about how you just reacted to being called that. What he needs is to pretend that none of this is happening and do his goddamn work. 

And he tries. He really does. Unfortunately, his eyes go from blurs of numbers and words on spreadsheets to the window of his office. Just outside of it. You.

How is he supposed to focus after kind of, accidentally, practically fucking you? Sure, he never touched you but…it really was you. The way you reacted to that name was so telling, and he can’t help but actually check you out now. 

You, with that body. You got off to him, with those legs of your spread out while staring into a screen. All alone, listening to his voice, moaning for him…and now you’re just sitting there in your business casual outfit like he’s not unintentionally getting hard. 

So, he avoids you. At all fucking costs, he avoids you. 

You get up from your desk? So does he, making sure that if you start coming his way, he’s walking out and in the opposite direction. You send him an email? Out of office, despite clearly sitting at his desk. You call his phone to ask a question? He forwards you to his current assistant. 

And this happens for days. To the point you know that promotion is slipping from your fingers. 

Naturally, you’re frustrated with the office-dynamic. After all, you’ve heard rumors of picking favorites. You thought you were one of them, but it appears that Sunghoon may just decide to try and beg his current assistant to stay with bribes of double pay. 

You’re more frustrated as the days go by. Leaving work yet again with no good-byes from the boss who used to show appreciation for how hard you worked. He’s colder than usual, he’s stiffer than usual, he’s– a fucking asshole these days.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Ping! 

Sunghoon stares at his secret email in disbelief. 

NEW REQUEST FROM: [your email/username]

$500 PENDING. 

FULL SERVICE.

Requester note: work has been hard lately, will you help me de-stress for a little while? 

[ACCEPT REQUEST]   [DECLINE REQUEST]

Sunghoon hovers over the decline button for a solid thirty seconds as he burns a hole through his screen. Work has been hard for you lately, huh? Has it now? Try being him. 

He shifts his mouse to the accept button, wondering if he even needs that extra five hundred dollars. Those funds just to suffer more at work? Just to suddenly have the need randomly throughout his day to make you moan for him? Just to have the sounds of your pretty voice echoing in his head more and more the longer he ignores you? 

His finger clicks, hitting the accept button as he lets out an exasperated sigh. 

Why did he just do that?

Wait. 

Maybe this will help him get through the work weeks. Fucking you through words alone in secret, never telling you who he is, always letting you use him even if it’s just through audio and visual stimulation. 

After all, if you found out who ServiceKing is, you very well may quit. Hell, you might get him fired. Fuck.

This is dangerous. 

Yet, he feels the excitement in his gut before it even hits his cock as the clock ticks. He gets to hear you again soon, you get to watch him cum again soon, he–oh, he’s so turned on right now just thinking about it.

And the time comes too slowly for his liking. He feels as if he’s been edged by the time the two of you enter the call and he’s immediately turning his camera on. 

“Ah, look who it is,” Sunghoon starts, already positioning himself with a raging hard cock on the screen. “Had me wondering if you’d come back to me.”

You don’t know why your cheeks heat up, but the feeling in your gut is miles better than the frustration and anxiety that you felt throughout the day. 

“I was wondering the same thing,” You speak into the mic meekly, hiding your face despite knowing he can’t see it. “I just need to get my mind off of stuff for a little while.” 

“Oh yeah?” Sunghoon chuckles into the mic, his face perfectly hidden. “Wanna give me some context? Maybe I can use some of the information for–”

“God.” You immediately start, shutting the man up on the other side of the screen in an accidental frustration-dump. This is not what you paid him for, but you still appreciate the space to release your brain before, well, your cum. “My fucking boss.”

Sunghoon’s ears perk up, lazily stroking himself as you continue with a frantic voice. 

“I swear he just flipped on me. I thought I was doing so good, I thought I was gonna get that new position, but now he’s just ignoring me and treating me like some temp or something.” 

Sunghoon hums lowly, listening intently to the way you bring him into conversation to a man that…unfortunately, is that very same boss.

“Hmm, that’s interesting.” Sunghoon continues palming himself as he soothes you through your frustrations. “Your boss isn’t praising you.” 

You pause, feeling a ping in your gut. 

“If I were him, I’d praise you every day–” Sunghoon softens his voice. “Every night.”

“Oh…” You listen to his words, feeling your frustration melt out of you in an instant as you now focus on the way his cock twitches through the screen. 

“Wouldn’t let you go a second without thinking of how good I am to you.” He continues, both hyping himself and degrading his day-time self. “If I were your boss–”

You interrupt his words with a very quiet groan, he fucking heard it.

“Mm, you like that?” He smiles to himself, gripping the base of his cock and thrusting up to show the full size to you. “The thought of your boss liking you a little too much?”

You hum. Not that you’ve ever thought about it too deeply, but now that he’s said it, praising you, putting down your actual boss, telling you what he’d do if he were him? 

You guess, for tonight anyway, you’re into it. 

“What’s his name, babe?” Sunghoon asks, wondering if you’ll actually out his name to a stranger. 

“Park Sunghoon.” You expose him instantly, full name and all, even with a bit of bite in your voice. 

Damn.

“Oh, yeah?” Sunghoon draws back, jerking his hand up once. “I’d fuck you better than Park Sunghoon.” 

You smile at the thought, imagining yourself with more power than Sunghoon has. Like you’re his boss, you’re the one dangling a promotion just out of reach before giving it to someone else. 

“See this?” The man on the screen grunts out to you, fucking tight thrusts into his fist. “Watch me, baby, get a good look.”

And you do watch. Intensely, you stare at his big cock, the head of it darkened and leaking with each pass of his hand. You’re not even touching yourself at this point, but it’s like you can feel the force of it.

“Now, I need you to open those legs for me.” He instructs you. 

You do as he says much like before, letting your legs fall open but not yet letting yourself touch. You still sigh at the movement, your panties alone shifting were enough to make you want to hump your hips up. 

“Now, turn on your camera.”

Silence. Your ears ring momentarily at the words as you immediately close your legs.

“What?” You ask in a higher-pitched tone than usual. “I requested for no c-”

“No.” Sunghoon mutters, shifting his position to lean towards the microphone and whispering now. “You do as I say.” 

He hears you huff at his words, but he hears the shifting around on your end. 

“I want to see that pussy open for me.” He continues in that same low-rumbled voice. “I want to see what Park Sunghoon is missing out on.”

You don’t know what it is about this situation that turns your discomfort into pure, rushing arousal. Never in your life have you ever considered fucking yourself on camera, especially after paying someone else to do it for you, yet– 

“Do I have to show you my face?” You ask quietly, already trying to find a lower-face-mask just to be safe in case you lose your composure and accidentally reveal yourself. 

“No,” Sunghoon assures you through a deep breath. “I already told you what I want to see.”

More silence save for the shuffling he still hears on your end. 

“Open your legs and turn it on.” He encourages you now, keeping his hand still on himself as he waits to see if you’ll actually do it.

And…

Oh fuck.

“There she is.” Sunghoon hums, trying to keep his composure at the way you give him access. Honestly, he didn’t think you would, but you do, and all he can do is lay himself back again, staring straight at the image of you. 

Your face is out of frame much like he is but this is the first time he’s ever seen you with so little clothing on. No bra, thin tank top, no shorts or pants, just panties. It takes everything in him not to moan out at the image. 

After all, it’s confirmed to be you. 

Fuck, that’s you right there. 

“Already so wet too?” Sunghoon groans now, focusing on that spot between your legs, probably so slippery and warm. 

You’re very shy though, not moving much better yet speaking as this faceless man takes in your image. You feel awkward, but still turned on despite squeezing your legs together and hiding that spot from him. 

“Oh, baby–” Sunghoon coos out in a way that makes it seem as though he was endeared by that. “That’s not going to work.”

You’re more focused on your embarrassment than you are on the way his cock leaks and pours pre-cum at the image he’s witnessing. 

“How am I supposed to show you how much better I’d take care of you?” He continues, reverting back to the same role play from before. “I bet that boss of yours wouldn’t want to bury his tongue in you like I would.”

Your legs fall open at the words, and he can see the way you thrust up just slightly. 

“That’s it, you need someone to touch you, don’t you?” He continues, watching you intensely. “Need someone to lick that pretty pussy?”

You nod, once again forgetting that he can’t see you do it before you finally speak.

“Please.”

His moan after hearing you seems far more intense than the first time you did this with him. In fact, he appears entirely focused on you. Role playing in some way but somehow acting more real than last time too. 

“You deserve some love for all that hard work.” He says to you, encouraging you to keep talking for him. “Play with yourself, go on. You need it.”

You follow his instructions on instinct, as if your body truly does need the release. 

“Feel it– not too hard, just graze over your panties.”

Ah, still you listen, holding your breath at each feather-light touch you give to yourself per his request. 

And he watches. Hyper-focused on the way that darkened spot on your panties grows bigger and bigger. So wet for him doing exactly what he wishes he could do for you come tomorrow morning. 

“Your other hand babe, slowly, lift your shirt and–”

He doesn’t even have to keep instructing you. You do exactly as he wanted, lifting your shirt gently before playing with your own nipples, still lightly grazing your fingers over your swollen clit that’s restricted by your panties. 

You moan quietly at the feeling, wishing so much that it doesn’t have to be your hands doing this. 

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Sunghoon hums, now working his palm against his own length, gentle, barely grazing it. “Now, look at me.”

You draw your eyes forward, the image of him already arousing from before, but now? Why is he so much hotter now? As if the screen is nothing but a window into his bedroom. 

“You see how hard I am right now?” You can hear the smile in his voice as you continue to work yourself up to near-sensitivity. “Never been this hard for anyone else.”

Oh, that’s bullshit. He does this as a job. He’s just sweet talking to you for sure. 

“Been thinking about you since the first time you booked me.” He continues, keeping the touches light and making sure you don’t press on yourself too hard either. “Was hard all week for you.”

Okay, yeah, maybe you are a little too into praise. Lie or not, it’s exactly what you need to hear right now. 

“You're gonna be just as good for me tonight too?” Sunghoon hums, tightening his grip. “You’re going to push your panties to the side and show me that you missed me too, right?” 

Yes. The light touching has been nothing but torture at this point, wanting so badly to be told to do more. For yourself, for him. 

You barely recognize how your embarrassment leaves your body when you stretch your panties to the side, letting him see how they stuck to you only to unfold in a glistening mess for him. 

“Messy, messy, messy.” Sunghoon moans, struggling so hard by now not to fuck his fist straight to orgasm. But no, he can’t ruin this moment. 

That’s your pussy, looking so wet and tight, so needy. 

“Gently still, open up for me.” Sunghoon groans lowly, watching so closely the way you spread open your lips for him, the hole pulsing and dribbling so much slick. 

Never in his life has he ever wanted to bury his tongue into someone this badly. Goddamn, he’s nearly obsessed with you at this moment. He loses composure.

“Fuck–” He seethes, feeling his cock twitch wildly against his hand. “I want you so bad.”

Those words feel more real to you than anything else. Virtual sex is one thing but to have a man blatantly moan those words to you as if he means them? As if he has never let it slip for any of his other scheduled calls?

“What’s the name of your boss again?” Sunghoon asks, pretending as if he forgot, just to hear you say it. 

He notes the way your pussy clenches through his words too, as if he can see the confusion not through your expression, but through your arousal alone. Asking you that turned you off.

“What’s his name, baby?” Sunghoon presses, offering an excuse. “I wanna know who it is that gave me this tonight.”

Alluding to the fact that the only reason you’re paying him is because your boss made you feel like you need release in some way. 

“Park-” You start, not wanting to deny his demands. “Sunghoon.”

“Ah, yeah.” Sunghoon holds his breath, closing his eyes briefly just to let that breathy voice sit in his mind before focusing back on you. “Two fingers babe, slide them in.”

God, you listen just as well as you do at work. He should have given you that promotion the day he saw your application. Even without seeing you do as you're told in this situation, he already knew you were going to be getting that interview next week.

He listens to the way your cunt swallows up your fingers, so wet and needy. Swollen around the two digits as you slide them in with a breathy sigh. 

“Spread your fingers, open up.” 

You do, presenting your opened core to him without any shame at this point. Allowing him to look, wanting him to look.

“Now, say–” Sunghoon swallows around a lump in his throat. “Thank you Sunghoon.”

Your pussy pulses around your fingers, recoiling again at the name. 

“Say, Thank you Sunghoon, for all of this stress.” 

He continues, trying to encourage, adding another lie of an excuse just to get you to break. 

“Because, if it weren't for him, I wouldn’t be needing to take care of you like this, now would I?”

In your horny brain, it makes sense.

“Thank you, Sunghoon.” You moan, plunging your fingers into yourself without being told to do so, moaning out for the faceless man on the screen at your break in composure. 

And, well, Sunghoon himself is on fire. After all, you’ve only ever referred to him as Mr.Park, and hearing you practically moan his name in such an intimate way? It does nothing to keep him from spiraling into an even more selfish mindset. 

“Again.” He instructs you, watching the way your legs shake through saying his name. 

“Thank you Sunghoon.” You continue, as if the words are natural despite feeling intense irritation for the man. “Thank you.”

And, well, that very name you’re moaning is now also moaning. That little fake name you gave to him falls from his lips after you say it each time, fucking into his fist and hoping you’re watching, nearly unable to ask you to stick another finger into yourself.

Not needing to ask at all, apparently, because you do it yourself. You even bump your clit up against your wrist too. 

Shit. 

He needs you.

“Thank him for what?” Sunghoon starts to ask, feeling an orgasm approach far too quickly. 

“For making me come to you!” You answer him as if you’re frustrated, hips bouncing up against your hand just to dig your fingers in deeper. 

“What else?” He asks now, forgetting what it is he should not be doing. 

“Hmm?” You answer in a drawn-out moan.

“Thank him for what else?” He repeats first, only to follow up with his own answer. “For giving you a reason to cum.”

“Yes!” You groan, now grinding your hips up and against your palm without relaxing back against the bed. Intentionally chasing as your eyes remain on him, watching him pull and tug so roughly. 

“So fucking pretty” Sunghoon praises as he snaps his hips in time with his moving palm, eyes so tuned into you that– “Fuck–” He moans your name. “So pretty.”

And he didn’t realize it. Half expecting you to moan back for him, he’s still moaning as he watches you halt what you’re doing and cover yourself entirely.

“What did you just call me?” You ask in an out of breath voice. 

Sunghoon repeats your fake name to you, feeling the energy shift in an instant.

“No. You just called me–” You repeat your real name to him. 

“Ah, sorry babe, must’ve gotten tongue tied.”

There’s a rush of anxiety within you as you stare at the screen. There’s….no fucking way. 

Given, you’ve never seen him outside of a suit. The voice you hear doesn’t click in your head as Sunghoon’s either, considering he’s never a man of very many words. 

Instantly, you’re covering your camera with your hand, watching how the man on the screen spreads his legs out and drops his cock. Like he’s waiting, like he’s listening, wondering. Are you making a fool of yourself right now?

Are you misreading? 

He seems calm, and if it really is Sunghoon…surely he’d be disconnecting right now, right?

Why would he even be fucking himself on camera anyway? The guy makes bank! You’re the one who sees his paychecks, after all. Still, there’s a twisting in your gut as you ignore the way you still drip against your sheets. 

Very quietly, just to see, you work up the courage.

“Mr.Park?”

It’s silent for a few seconds as the man on the screen shifts, a blur of movement forcing you into a state of motion-sickness. 

You almost thought he was going to chuckle at you and ask if you were thinking about your boss rather than him. You almost thought he would use that to his advantage. 

You almost thought you were wrong, but– he disconnects. 

A few moments later, you receive an email with a refund of your five hundred dollars. 

And two hours later? Lying in your bed with anxiety in your gut, you get a text from none other than Park Sunghoon.

Mr.Park: Can we talk?

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there will be a part two!!! but also remember: please do not ask or demand that i write more if you 1.) won't reblog 2.) aren't even following me. anyway: