This Is Devotion | Csc X F!reader
This Is Devotion | csc x f!reader

You've spent your whole life taking care of yourself. Seungcheol thinks it's time someone else took over.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.0k | Pairing: csc x f!reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: alcohol mention (they meet at a bar), daddy kink, sugar daddy vibes but heâs a bf first, fingering, praise kink, v light choking, condomless piv sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, breeding kink and impreg kink but mainly at the end, wants to wife you up fr
Reader Notes: eldest daughter, on birth control, gets carried by cheol

Seungcheol didnât really expect to meet the love of his life at a bar on a regular Friday night, but as soon as he saw you, he knew you were something special. And as soon as he spoke to you, got to know you, he knew he wanted to learn more.Â
The way you carried yourself didnât make you seem the most receptive - you were closed off, seemingly disinterested, but when he started to back away, intending to let you enjoy your night without him as you appeared to want, you got this look in your eye like he was doing exactly the opposite of what you desired.Â
So he stuck around, asked if he could buy you a drink, keeping a respectful distance between your body and his even though he felt like you were a celestial being with your own gravity pulling him in. He learned a lot about you that night - what you do for work, what you do for fun, whether youâd be open to him taking you out - but he didnât learn what it was that made you so standoffish when he first approached you.Â
That didnât come until later, until the fourth date and the family talk. Over a dinner he spent hours preparing, you told him that you were the eldest of three children, and that youâd practically raised your younger siblings yourself. Your parents worked hard, too hard to spend much time or energy on you, so you raised yourself too.Â
You took on two jobs to pay for college because most of your familyâs money was spent on your younger siblings' extracurriculars, and you graduated with honors but with no one to cheer for you, to celebrate you. They were all too busy, apparently, though Seungcheol didnât know what could possibly be more important than you reaping the reward of all the effort and stress you had put into your schooling.Â
He tried to tell you that you deserved better, but you were adamant that you were used to taking care of yourself, to being alone. You said that the friends you made along the way were your new family and that they treated you better than you deserved.Â
Seungcheol could have talked until he was blue in the face about just what it was he thought you deserved.Â
He knew you wouldnât hear it though, so he took it upon himself to show you instead.Â
It wasnât long after that date that he asked if he could be your boyfriend, and as soon as you said yes, he vowed to himself that as long as you kept him around, you would know what it was to be taken care of.Â
He started slow. First, it was making sure your car always had gas and your oil changes were always up to date. You used to drive it almost to empty, and he knew that was bad for both your fuel pump and your stress levels, so he would pop into your work every so often to bring you your favorite little treat and grab your keys to fill it up. You always gave him your credit card and he always took it, but never once did he make use of it.Â
Once you grew accustomed to that, he moved on to being your driver for girlâs night out. You would always text him while you were in the uber so he knew you were safe, but after one too many sleazy guys flirted with you and your friends, he stepped in. You had already shared locations with each other (again, for safety reasons), so when you texted him that you were gearing up to go, he told you to cancel the ride and look for his car instead.Â
He drove every one of your friends home and saw them up to their door before taking you back to your apartment, lovingly removing your makeup, and getting you into pajamas. He tried to tuck you in and leave, but you caught his hand and tugged him into bed with you, snuggling up under his arm before promptly knocking out. Knowing that you felt safe enough to fall asleep with him was his favorite form of payment.Â
You had one, maybe two outings a month, and Seungcheol was happy to keep those nights clear of plans so he could make sure you and all your friends got home safely. It was just a bonus that every one of those nights turned into a sleepover with you wrapped up in his arms, warm and soft against him. Â
It wasnât until a few months in that he started spending more money on you. He loved to buy you snacks and milk teas and lip gloss but he knew there were things you wanted that were simply out of your budget. He also knew you would never let him pay your rent so you could buy those things, but that didnât mean he couldnât buy them for you. So he would take you out shopping under the pretense of needing something new himself, keeping an eye on what your eye lingered on and making note of it in his mind.Â
The first purchase was a necklace you loved so much, the sight of it made you gasp. He was getting his watch repaired and you had wandered off to look around, and when he heard that gasp he knew instantly that whatever it was, it would be yours. It took him all of two minutes to flag an employee down, ask them to package up the item you loved, and add it to his total.Â
When he presented it to you, you tried to say it was too much, that you couldnât accept such a gift. He pouted until you sighed and moved your hair out of the way, allowing him to put the necklace on you and smiling a small, pleased smile as you felt at the delicate chain and pendant.Â
After that came dresses and shoes and cookware and other things you would never let yourself splurge on but you also wouldnât want to say no to. You worried for his finances but Seungcheol was a smart spender before you, and he earned and saved enough that every gift for you barely made a dent. It was money he was happy to spend, especially when he got to see you wearing or using the things he bought you.Â
You would joke and say he wasnât just your boyfriend but your sugar daddy, and he laughed, at first.Â
Then, he thought about it more, thought about how he lived to take care of you, to show you what you deserved, to make sure you were happy and healthy and safe, and he realized that maybe he was your sugar daddy, in a way.Â
Hearing you call him daddy for the first time still almost sends him to an early grave, though.Â
It happens when heâs balls deep inside of you. Your thighs are hitched up high on his waist and your arms are wrapped around his neck, holding him close enough he has to brace himself on his forearms and fold his knees on either side of your hips. Itâs not like thatâs a hardship, not when he can press his forehead to yours and breathe your air, staring into your eyes as he fucks in and out of you, your pussy perfectly formed around his aching cock.Â
He loves feeling close to you like this, and the closeness is the only reason he hears it.Â
âDaddy,â you sigh, in the smallest voice heâs ever heard from you.Â
He stills immediately, his dick throbbing and leaking inside of you as he tries to hold off his orgasm, his heart thumping so hard in his chest, heâs fearful itâll jump out of his ribcage and straight into yours.Â
âWhat did you say?â He asks, because heâs sure thereâs no way you called him that, independent and self-reliant as you are.Â
âNothing,â you respond much too quickly, and he wants to press further, but your voice is nervous and your face is tense, and he doesnât want to push you if youâre not ready.Â
So he keeps going, fucks you until you cum and then fills you up, dragging you into the shower after so he can rinse you clean and get you into some warm pajamas.
Seungcheol wakes before you the next day, uses the time to stare at you and think everything through.Â
Youâve always had to take care of yourself, always had to fill other cups before your own, until he came along. Over the year and a half that heâs spent with you, heâs made every effort to take the load off, to tend to you in ways that youâve never experienced before. Youâve softened up over time, gotten used to him protecting and nurturing you, and youâve rewarded him with your trust and your love.Â
It makes sense that you would call him daddy, and it makes sense that he would fucking adore it.Â
So when you start to stir, he tucks you closer to him, your back aligned with his front and his hardening cock pressed into the plush of your ass. One arm is draped over your waist, his hand covering your breast, and his other arm is stretched out beneath your neck, bent at the elbow to band over your chest and hold your shoulder. Youâre completely wrapped up in him, and as soon as you hum and tilt your hips back into his, he kisses up your neck and murmurs, âLet me take care of you, baby. Let daddy do the work, huh?âÂ
You gasp and wriggle in his hold, but he hugs you tighter and says, âThatâs what you called me last night, right? I donât mind, sweetheart.âÂ
âAre you sure itâs not⌠weird?â You whisper quietly, and he can picture the anxious expression you must be wearing. He gently sinks his teeth into your neck before responding, âItâs not weird to me, baby. You know I love taking care of you.â
You relax muscle by muscle, and by the time his hand wraps around your thigh and pulls it up and out, youâre boneless against him. âCan you hold that leg up for me, honey? Iâm gonna touch you.â
âOkay, daddy,â you sigh sweetly as you take over for him, his entire body lighting up at the sound of you saying that word with such ease.Â
Youâre drenched when he slides his fingers between your legs, pushing aside your pajama shorts to touch you bare and groaning at the feeling of your soaking heat. His fingertips glide as he drags them from your entrance up to your clit, soft little sounds escaping you when he presses circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.Â
He thinks this might be the wettest youâve ever been for him, and he luxuriates in the feeling of having cracked your code, of knowing that youâve never been more open or trusting with him before. It means heâll have to treat you delicately, but Seungcheol is nothing if not devoted, dedicated, committed to being everything you could ever need.
He works you up just like this, with his fingertips soft on your clit and his lips gentle on your neck, mumbling little promises about how daddy will always make you feel good, always love you, always put you first.Â
âI want you inside, daddy,â you cry, and he feels himself throb against you, leaking in his boxers and desiring you more than the air he breathes.Â
âCum for me first, baby, I know you can do it.â
To help you along, he slips two fingers inside of you, his thumb taking over on your clit, pressing insistently as his fingers curl, searching for the spot that always makes you gush. He finds it quickly, grinding with his fingertips as he wraps his other hand around the base of your neck, barely squeezing. A grin stretches his lips when you start to move with him, your walls clenching down on his digits as you get closer and closer to the edge.Â
He knows youâre right there by the sounds escaping you, by the way your cunt is fluttering around his fingers, by the arousal seeping out with every dig into your sweet spot. Itâs really just a matter of timing and luck that you break when he says, âYouâre such a good girl for daddy, show me how good you are and cum.â
The whine you let out is enough to have him bucking into you, the sound so plaintive and vulnerable that he wants to wrap you up tight in his arms and never let you go. Your pussy weeps around his fingers, sucking them in deeper and squeezing in pulses, your walls gripping them strongly enough that he feels the phantom pressure around his cock.Â
âSo fucking perfect, so sweet and beautiful and wet for me, baby. Fuck, I love you,â Seungcheol pants into your throat, dotting the soft skin with kisses and little bites.Â
âI love you. Will you fuck me now, daddy?â You try to turn your head to look at him and he breathes, âYes, baby,â before freeing his fingers with a slick sound and sucking them into his mouth. He hums at the taste of you as he shifts away, giving you enough space to roll onto your back and kneeling between your legs when you spread them.Â
Heâs fucked you from behind before and he will again, but right now he wants to gaze into your eyes, watch your lips form around the word he didnât know heâs been aching to hear.Â
Youâre too pretty for him to not look at you anyway, especially as he tugs one thigh up around his waist and pushes the other up to your belly. He loves getting you into position, loves the way you stare trustingly at him and let him move you, loves knowing that you believe heâll never do anything but bring you pleasure.Â
He tucks his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushes them down, grinning bashfully and feeling his ears heat as your eyes immediately drop to his cock. Heâs insanely hard for you, flushed and leaking and desperate, and he feels himself twitch when you whimper, âDaddy, please, I need you so bad.â
âI know, sweetheart. Iâll always give you what you need,â he promises, pushing your pajama shorts to the side again and taking hold of his dick to line himself up.Â
He canât resist gliding the head of his cock through your wet folds, grinding into your clit before sliding down and starting to sink inside. A groan escapes without his permission but he doesnât try to swallow it, wants you to know what you do to him, how you make him feel.Â
Being surrounded, enveloped by you is the best sensation in the world, the grip of your wet heat dizzying and comforting and more than enough to drive him crazy, no matter how many times heâs felt you before.Â
Your cunt is heaven on earth, like nothing else heâs ever experienced, and he considers it his sacred duty to make sure you never forget that.Â
âPerfect fucking pussy, baby, god,â he moans, barely halfway inside of you and already feeling the flames of pleasure licking at his spine.Â
You flutter around him at his words, your arms rising to wrap around his neck and draw him in close, mirroring the exact position he had you in last night.
You must realize it too because your breath hitches before you tilt your head up and gently press your lips to his, mumbling, âDaddy,â into his mouth as he finally bottoms out. It makes him twitch inside of you, makes his hips roll into yours, makes his heart feel so full, it aches.Â
He almost canât bear to leave you but he knows heâll have to if he wants to fuck you, so with only a little reluctance, he draws back, fighting a shiver when cold air hits the wetness on his cock.Â
You dig your heel into his ass and urge him forward, your eyes needy and your gasp desperate as he bucks into you and fills you again. You used to need some time to adjust to him, but you take him often enough now that he can move within you smoothly, your generous arousal easing the way even as your walls cling to him.Â
The rhythm he sets is slow, measured, but he slides in deep and hooks his hips up on the way out to drag over your sweet spot, your pussy just getting wetter and wetter around him. The sounds are obscene, the slap of his hips meeting your ass and the squelch of his cock reaching the end of you loud compared to the peaceful silence of the early morning.Â
Every time he gets inside of you feels like the first but is somehow better than the last, and he knows that doesnât make sense but heâs senseless when it comes to you anyway, his logic and reasoning replaced by tenderness and infatuation. Itâs even worse now that thereâs this added facet of caring, of responsibility, this knowledge that youâre entrusting him with a side of you heâs sure no one has ever seen before.Â
âHow is it, baby?â His voice is ragged, tight and rough with lust when he speaks, but his tone is as gentle and loving as his thrusts are.Â
A minute passes before you can respond and he practically watches the words form in your head, his gaze heavy on you as you put them together letter by letter.Â
âSo good, daddy, you make me feel⌠whole,â you sigh blissfully, your fingers twirling the hair at the nape of his neck and your inner muscles clenching around him.Â
He canât hold back the shiver this time, not when your response floods him with greedy affection and a covetous sense of possession, one that goes both ways. He belongs to you as much as you belong to him, and he knows you belong together just like he knows that the sky is blue and the earth is round.Â
Itâs frightening, almost, to think that thereâs nothing on this planet that he loves more than he loves you. But itâs worth the risk, worth the vulnerability, worth the fear to get to be the one who makes you feel whole. He canât help but hope heâll be the only one who does for the rest of your life.Â
Which is a dangerous vein of thought considering the fact that he already has a 3 carat diamond ring hidden in his study, just waiting to be slid onto your left fourth finger.Â
Heâs inches from disentangling himself from you to go get it, but this is neither the time nor the place.Â
Instead, he leans in and ardently locks his lips with yours, breathing into you all of his passion, all of his sincerity. You kiss him back like you can taste it, adjusting your leg around his waist so you can hold him closer, his movements in and out turning into a slow, dirty grind.Â
âLove you so fucking much,â he murmurs into your mouth, his mouth stretching in a grin when you mumble back to him, âLove you more, Cheollie.â
âI donât think thatâs possible, baby,â he chuckles brokenly, pleasure starting to knot low in his belly, his cock growing harder and his balls tightening as he gets closer and closer.Â
âAgree to disagree,â you laugh breathlessly, tugging his hair and gasping sharply when he snakes one hand between your bodies to rub at your swollen clit.Â
You squeeze down around him, your pussy molding to his cock like he was made for you, made to fill you where youâre empty, and fuck, heâs sure he was. Every part of him was built for loving you, thereâs no other explanation for how flawlessly you fit in his arms, his life, his heart.Â
He can tell youâre nearing the edge, your walls spasming and your eyes glazing over, and he holds off his own release even as it spools in his stomach like molten twine. Breaking before you simply isnât an option; breaking after you is, but he knows well that any nirvana he could reach is infinitely better when he reaches it with you.Â
âYou gonna cum for me, sweetheart? For daddy? Iâll fuck you full of my cum if you do,â he promises darkly, already envisioning himself spreading your legs and watching his seed seep out of your stretched pussy.Â
âYeah, daddy, Iâm- Iâm-âÂ
A weak cry cuts you off, your mouth stuck open as tears dampen your lashes and leak down your temples. Your cunt clamps down around him in pulses, so hot and wet and tight that it draws out his own orgasm, his heart pounding as his cock jerks and spurts cum deep inside of you, so deep he wonders if itâll stick. Youâre on birth control but heâd be lying if he said he doesnât want to make you his wife then breed you full, get you pregnant, leave no room for doubt that he both loves you and fucks you like you deserve.Â
The thought makes him hard enough to keep going, to grind into you and push his cum even deeper inside, his fingers still swirling circles around your sensitive clit. Itâs not long before youâre digging your nails into his shoulders and keening for him, your thighs shaking and your back arching off the bed as you fall to pieces again.Â
He slides his arm beneath your shoulders and hefts you up against him, burying his face in your neck and holding you close as he cums inside of you for the second time. This one leaves him a bit teary eyed too, thoughts and wishes and desires racing through his mind, visions of the life you could share making him swallow down a sob.Â
You sense the shift in his emotions, your fingers carding through his hair and your voice soft as you tell him that you love him, that you always will, that youâll spend all the rest of your life making sure he knows.Â
Seungcheol feels like this is his job but the comfort you bring him is worth admitting that he can be just as needy as you.Â
He stays tangled up with you for what feels like ages, long enough for the sweat on his back to dry and the arm underneath you to fall asleep, and when he emerges, he feels like a new man.Â
A new man that still wants to lay between your thighs and watch his cum leak out of you.Â
Youâre not shy about it anymore, happy to let your legs fall open and drag your nails over his scalp as he rests his head on your soft inner thigh, his eyes locked on your glistening cunt.Â
âPrettiest pussy in the whole wide world,â he mumbles dazedly before glancing up at your face and correcting himself, âPrettiest baby in the whole wide world.â
Minutes pass before you squirm in discomfort and he peels himself away, accepting that itâs time to get you in the bath.Â
âCâmon, honey, up you go,â he says quietly, reaching for your hands and starting to pull you, his biceps tensing when you refuse to cooperate.Â
âCarry me, Cheollie,â you beg rather adorably, and he doesnât even have it in himself to roll his eyes as he leans in close enough for you to wrap your arms and legs around him before straightening up with you attached to his front.Â
He hefts you up higher against his body, one arm around your back, the other under your ass, and says, âThatâs daddy to you, baby,â as he lumbers to the bathroom, not so secretly pleased to be needed by you.Â

AN: i didn't really ever see myself writing full blown daddy kink outside of kinktober but here we are and im not mad about it!!
inspired by discussions with my anons ily all i hope you like it
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allâs well that ends well to end up with you (you don't need to read this to read the other poly johnjaetaeyou one shots) marigold ; 17k â jaehyun [s] [f] [a] â their relationship feels like an eternal battle. the more they try to push each other away, the more they are drawn back together. itâs like being on a carousel that never stops and keeps going up and down. they canât make it stop. but the worst is that they donât want to make it stop. ixora , 27k â jaehyun + johnny [s] [f] [a] â it was supposed to be just a fun night together. It was never supposed to end like this. daffodil ; 33k â jaehyun + johnny + taeyong [s] [f] [a] â sometimes it takes a miracle to bring light into somebodyâs life, but other times it only takes three amazing strangers to show that love is not as terrifying as it seems and that somewhere on earth thereâs a place to call home. And surprisingly, home can be found in the arms of the people you never expected to fall in love with. anemone ; 39k â jaehyun + johnny + taeyong + yuta [s] [f] [a] â good things start coming, new starts, new possibilities, and it looks like the sun never shined so much in the sky. But the sun sets even in paradise. tulip ; 65k  â jaehyun + johnny + taeyong + yuta [s] [f] [a] â putting back whatâs broken is not easy, but with time, love and patience, you can mend the wounds, and find out that no night is too dark if you have your stars shining on you. After everything, allâs well that ends well.Â

DRABBLES
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BLURBS / HARD HOURS
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pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader
genre: academic rival au, rivals to lovers, smut, some angst, university au, academic rival!sunghoon, glasses!sunghoon, kinda tsundere!sunghoon, some fluff if you squint, mentions of debates
synopsis: your life seemed to be going perfectly as student body president and smartest person in your university⌠until your grades started to slip. it got worse when you have to be tutored by the student body vice president, park sunghoon, your rival and the person you hate the most. it then somehow got even worse when he ends up being your partner for your debate teamâs competition.
warnings: mean dom!sunghoon, bratty sub!reader, brat & brat tamer dynamics, unprotected sex (gasp, no!!), creampie, multiple orgasms, petnames (baby, good girl, slut), a lot of overstimulation (f. rec), slight fingering, hate sex, rough sex(?), dirty talk, exhibition(?), a lot of degradation/humiliation (f. rec), some possessiveness, some marking, theyâre arguing all the time (like all the time), manhandling, some hair pulling (f. rec), super sweet aftercare âŚ. jesus this is so filthy LMAOO
word count: 14kâmasterlist
a/n: plotting this was a wild ride but actually writing it⌠that was a whole journey⌠i didnât mean for it to be this nasty but i dunno what can you do ÂŻ\(âĄâżâĄâż) /ÂŻ hdjsbfjdnd!/;)! and iâm gonna be real with you all⌠idk shit about debates i had to google everything lmaooo i hope you enjoy! âĄ

âi certainly didnât expect this from you, y/n,â your teacher said, a look of deep disappointment on her face. âyouâre the top in all your classes, in the whole school, why are you letting your grades slip like this? is there something going on?â she put a comforting hand on your shoulder, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked between you and your latest test scores.
itâs not that they have dropped dramaticallyâlike from an A+ to a sudden D averageâbut they have been slowly going down more and more. your once perfect scores now barely making it past a ninety percent. you didnât even know why your scores were falling. you havenât felt particularly stressed and there wasnât anything going on in your personal time. maybe it was because exams were nearing closer and closer? but youâve always aced them, so that couldnât be why. maybe youâve been distracted? you felt like youâve been distracted.
you gave your teacher, mrs. yooâwho was also your debate coach, a shake of your head, âno, maâam, thereâs nothing like that. iâm not sure why theyâre slipping, but iâll work harder from here on out!â she nodded, putting the papers back into the manila folder they were in. âgood, we canât have our student body president falling behind, especially with our debate competition right around the corner and the upcoming exams! i took it upon myself to ask one of the debate team members to help tutor you.â
it was your turn for your brows to furrow, âbut, maâam, i donât need tutorinââ mrs. yoo cut you off with a deep nod and a raised hand, âi know, i know. letâs not call it tutoring⌠letâs call it⌠helping. assistancing.â as she spoke there was a knock at her classroom door and the sound of it opening. âoh! here he is!â mrs. yoo added. you had to hide the anger that wanted to make itself known at the person who walked into the classroom. with a smile and hidden smugness in his walk, park sunghoon stepped into the classroom and to you and mrs. yoo.
you didnât miss the way his stare mocked you, the slight upturn in the corner of his mouth. mrs. yoo gave sunghoon a warm smile, ây/n, iâm sure you know sunghoon, the student body vice president!â it took everything in you to twist the corners of your mouth into a polite smile. âof course, i know him well!â you said as you turned to him. oh, you knew him well alright. knew how good and well you hated every inch of him. knew well how infuriating he was, especially since he noticed your grades slipping. knew well every snide remark he would make about how he was ahead of you, smarter than you, better than you.
sunghoon pushed the frames of his glasses up his nose bridge, his smile widening at you. you could read his expression, how the mighty fall. you were sure him âtutoringâ you until your grades got to how they were before would fuel him for lifetimes to come.
sunghoon nodded at you, his attention turning back to mrs. yoo, but the smugness in his smile never leaving. âheâll be assisting you until youâre back on your feet. the meetups will be on your time, so discuss that amongst yourselves. iâll be checking up on the two of you here and there for updates on how the process is going,â mrs. yoo said, giving the two of you one final look. âoh! and before i forgetâthe two of you are teammates for the debate competition. your president should be holding a meeting about it all, so the two of you can work on that as well!â mrs. yoo added, giving the both of you a bright smile.
just when you thought things couldnât get worse today, you now have to be his teammate? your blood boiled inside and you so badly wanted to wipe the smug grin off of sunghoonâs face. giving your teacher a forced smile and a nod, you turned to leave the room with sunghoon hot on your trail.
âdidnât you say that you were the smartest here?â sunghoon asked you, coming around you to face you and making you stop in your tracks in the middle of the hallway. the polite facade had dropped and smugness reeked from him. he crossed his arms over his chest, cooing sarcastically, âis the student body president falling down a couple notches? do i have to step in for you?â you scoffed and rolled your eyes as you pushed past him, âi donât need help, especially not from the likes of you.â
sunghoon fell smoothly into step beside you and you cursed him in your head for his long legs. âseems like you do if iâm being begged to help you,â sunghoon remarked. he moved in front of you again, leaning against the archway before the exit of the building to block your path. âjust try not to drag me down with you. i donât need my scores being effected by fucking idiots, and i donât need to waste my time tutoring them either. meet me in the library tomorrow after the debate meeting so i can get this over with.â sunghoon swiftly turned and exited, leaving you fuming in the archway still.
slamming the exit door open, you furiously scanned your surroundings to see that sunghoon was already gone. groaning loudly, you stormed off to where your car was. you hated him. hated all of his stupid little remarks and snide comments. hated all his taunting in and out of classes. you hated how he thought he was better than you when everything stated that you were better than him. sure, your grades may be a bit on the lower side right now, but you were still the smartest in your university. still student body presidentâeven if the title didnât really mean much in regards to power, you still fucking had it, while he was vice president.
and now you had to be his debate partner. now the two of you have to spend even more time together than you want to, writing your speeches around the otherâs and making sure nothing coincides. it felt like your life was beginning to slip through your fingers. what was happening?
your foot tapped in an annoyed rhythm as you checked the time on your phone again. sunghoon was late. you didnât know howâyou both left the meeting at the same time. at the sound of approaching footsteps, you looked up, a sneer on your face. âwhat the fuck took you so long? youâre wasting my time,â you spoke at sunghoonâs approaching figure.
sunghoon gave you a lame grin, âi was reserving a study room... and we both know you have nowhere else to be.â he made his way past you, not even stopping his stride, and you followed behind him. he looked back for a moment and added, âexcept for below the ranks.â you scoffed at him as he turned into the study room.
âthe only one who will be falling in the ranks is you after these exams,â you shot back, throwing your stuff onto the table and sitting down in one of the seats heavily. sunghoon raised his eyebrows, pressing his his lips into a tight-lipped smile, âtell me that when iâm not the one tutoring you right now.â you huffed in annoyance as you got your books from your bag.
the triumphant smirk didnât leave his face the entire time he walked you through all the portions of the subjects you were falling behind inâwhich you barely needed his help with since you knew them so well already. âso now do you understand why they canât intersect?â sunghoon asked slowly, staring at you behind wide wire frames with slightly wide eyes. he spoke to you as if speaking to a child who didnât know that the sky was blue.
âim not fucking stupid, the concept is easy,â you spat, leg shaking underneath the table that you leaned onto, your head resting on your hand in annoyance. sunghoon shrugged a little, âapparently not!â with a roll of your eyes, you closed your textbook with a little hostility. flipping your notebook back to the front and sliding the books back into your bag, you said, âthatâs enough for today.â
sunghoon snickered and cooed, âis the dummy too fried? i can dumb it down more for you!â you stopped your motions to give him a sharp glare. âsame time tomorrow, asshole,â you stated as you swung your bag over your shoulder. sunghoon leaned back in the chair across from you, his arms crossing against his chest and exposing his bare arms from his rolled up sleeves. he shook his head, âno. busy.â
you exhaled deeply at the simplified sentence. âi donât care,â you replied as you turned towards the door. âcancel,â you added, and walked out. out the corner of your eye, you could see the smile on sunghoonâs face.
for the rest of the week, you met up with sunghoon for your âtutoringâ sessions. they were always in the same study room in the back of the library that was less occupied, âi donât need anyone seeing me with someone like you,â sunghoon had said.
sunghoon slapped a packet onto the table in front of your seat as you took your bag and coat off. except for your first session, he was always here before you.
you looked at him with a raised brow, âwhat is that?â sunghoon tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes slightly, âme giving you the pleasure of a mock-up exam. made just for you, aren't i so sweet?â a large smile that showed his teeth appeared at the end of his sentence. scoffing as you took the seat across from him, you slide the packet over to you and flipped through it.
âcomplete it, and iâll grade you. you may begin,â sunghoon said and pulled out his phone as he got comfortable in his seat. âgrade me?â you laughed incredulously. who did he think he was? âthatâs what i said,â he replied, not bothering to look up from his phone. âyouâre not my teacher!â you exclaimed and just as quickly sunghoon replied, âi am right now.â
sighing scornfully, you flicked the page of the packet over, the loud sound making sunghoon raise an eyebrow but not his eyes. you rolled your eyes and threw the packet back on the table as you got out a pen. âthis is ridiculous,â you muttered as you looked over the first question. âi know trying to sweet talk the teacher usually works in movies, but thatâs not going to work here,â sunghoon spoke as he glanced up from his phone at your constant complaints.
âi didn't waste my time making the mock-up for you not to complete it,â he added. your jaw hung open and you clenched your hands into fists. âyou wish i wanted to fuck you for extra credit right now,â you shot at him with a raise of your eyebrow. sunghoon just gave you a pity laugh as he turned his attention back to his phone, âyou wish you could fuck me. sorry, babe, iâm too high up for you to touch.â
the next session he slapped the graded mock-up onto the table as you walked in. instead of sitting in his usual seat, he was sitting against the table on the side nearest to the door. âyouâre wasting my time. why do you still show up if youâre not improving?â sunghoon said as he rose to his feet, annoyed. you took the packet and looked at the grade he gave you and turned to him in confusion. âwhat are you talking about? this is an A+!â he narrowed his eyes slightly at you, âand itâs not good enough, did you hear what i said? you claim you're so much smarter than me, yet your score isnât even touching mine.
you scoffed as you threw the mock-up exam on the table next to you. âletâs see your score then!â you replied, raising your arms in the air and letting them fall to slap against your thighs heavily. âwhat did i tell you yesterday about the movies? we have a test coming up and i bet youâll fail. are you seriously this dumb?â sunghoon said, shaking his head with furrowed brows.
he couldnât be serious right now. you sarcastically nodded, turning away. âyeah⌠why donât you unzip your pants and i can suck you off for a higher score?â you asked, turning back to him with a tilt of your head and your eyebrows raised. sunghoon laughed wryly, âyou wouldnât even be able to handle it⌠you canât even handle the simple questions i give you. what makes you think you could handle my dick down your throat?â
âwell, pull it out and we can see for ourselves!â you said loudly as you crossed your arms. the two of you breathed heavily, anger coming off of you in waves as the tension in the room grew thicker and thicker. a long moment of silence spanned between the both of you as you glared at each other, daring the other to stand down.
sunghoon shook his head to himself ever so slightly before taking one long stride and closing the distance between the two of you. he pushed you up against the wall behind you and his lips were suddenly on yours. your mouth opened in a slight groan and he slid his tongue inside your mouth as your arms raised to wrap around his neck to pull him closer. sunghoonâs hands fell to your hips and he pressed you tighter against the wall.
your tongues battled each other for dominance as you kissed each other desperately. your fingers tugged the ends of his hair and the motion caused him to let out a low moan. sunghoon gripped the jacket you wore at your hips and you could feel the growing bulge against his pants, the kiss turning sloppy.
a small whimper escaped your lips and that broke you out of your fog and made you realize just whose lips are on yours. you push sunghoon off of you, causing him to stumble backwards a little, as you take heavy breaths against the wall. sunghoonâs hands are clenched into tight, white knuckled fists near his sides and his glasses had fell down his nose. his chest rises and falls heavily with his labored breathing. the two of you stare at each other with wide eyes, slight shock and horror flowing through the both of you andânow sexualâtension suffocating you.
you licked your now plumped lips and sunghoonâs eyes followed the motion. silently, you grabbed your bag and walked out the door of the study room. you walked through the library as quickly as you could, not wanting to spend another moment in the same place as him after what had just occurred. not wanting to look at him and kiss him again.
to say your next couple session were awkward and tense would be an understatement. you had thought about not even showing up, but you didnât want mrs. yoo to be on your case. you and sunghoon had barely spoken to each other at all, not even your usual remarks here and there. either he would give you another mock-up test and you would fill it out and he would grade it the next session, or the two of you would be on opposite sides of the table with your laptops opened, working on your speeches. the most communication the two of you had was when one of you would spin your laptop around with a raised eyebrow to make sure you were both on the same page with your speeches.
you couldnât stop thinking about his lips on yours, the need in the way he kissed you. why did he do that? and why would you kiss him back? clearly, you werenât in your right mind. you would leave your sessions early, the tension in the air so thick you just had to get out of the small study room.
âi hope everything is going well?â mrs. yoo asked the both of you after class. you glanced over to sunghoon who stood next to you near your teacherâs desk. a big smile was suddenly plastered across his face, âeverythingâs going great! y/n is really improving!â you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. mrs. yooâs face lit up, clearly charmed by the resident golden boy of your university, âthatâs wonderful! iâm curious to see how youâll score on tomorrowâs test!â mrs. yoo turned to you, a warm and encouraging smile on her face. âiâm curious too!â you exclaimed as you smiled back.
you and sunghoon walked to the library study room in silence. it was starting to wear at your mind and you couldnât take it anymore. âi thought you said i was gonna fail?â you asked, turning to sunghoon with raised eyebrows. his hands were buried deep in his pant pockets as he turned to you, âyou are.â rolling your eyes as you opened the study room door, you sat your stuff down while taking your jacket off and turned your attention back to him. âso then why didnât you say that to mrs. yoo? trying to protect my feelings?â you cooed as you mockingly put a hand to your heart.
it was sunghoonâs turn to roll his eyes, âsomehow your score keeps dropping. do you have worms for brains or are you not taking this seriously?â he shut the door and sat his bag on the empty chair next to the one he usually sits in. you walked up to him and trailed a finger down his chest. âoh, iâm taking this very seriously,â you replied overly flirtatious, not being able to help the slight laugh that escaped your lips at the end.
sunghoon pushed your finger off of him. âif youâre not gonna take my grading seriously then you can tell mrs. yoo why youâre gonna fail her class and be dropped to the lower ranks. you can also tell her how youâll lose your title as president and how itâll go to me.â he said with his signature smug smirk. you just laughed more, it was so easy to get him annoyed.
you leaned on the table towards his standing figure, giving him your best bedroom eyes, âyou can grade me in something else, mr. presidentâŚâ sunghoon gave you an incredulous look and was quiet. it was hard to stifle your laugh at his reaction. sunghoon sighed deeply, squeezing the area between his eyes and he shut them tightly. âfineâŚâ he muttered and it was so low that you barely heard him. you leaned towards him further with a smile, âwhat was that?â
what you didnât expect was to be pushed up against the wall again, sunghoonâs lips on yours hungrily. âiâll grade you on how well you please me,â he said against your lips as he pinned your arms above your head. you caught your breath and replied, âi bet iâll get an A+!â your blouse was then being pulled over your head, leaving you in your bra. your eyes caught the large square window that looked into the room and you were suddenly glad that nobody really came back here.
sunghoonâs lips were back on yours and you jolted at the cold touch of his fingers at the hem of your panties under the skirt you were wearing. âtake these off,â he demanded breathlessly, pulling them down a little. your fingers overtook his and you did what you were told as sunghoon pulled his shirt off and started to unbuckle his belt. shivering from the cold air of the room, you pulled sunghoon back towards you for a kiss as your hands worked at the buttons of his pants once his belt was off.
you were dripping with need as he pushed your hands away and broke your kiss so he could take his pants and boxers off. your eyes fell down to his large cock with wide eyes. âlike what you see?â sunghoon smirked as he grabbed your arm and moved you to the table.
he instructed you to take your bra off as he harshly pulled down your skirt. never in a million years would you think that you would ever be completely bare in front of park sunghoon and he would be completely bare in front of you. never in a million years would you think that he would be pushing you up onto the edge of the table, his hard cock brushing against your clit, as he spread your legs so your wet pussy was on full display for him.
sunghoon trailed the wetness with his thumb, causing you to jolt. he chuckled a little giving you a mocking sad face, âi barely even touched you⌠i thought you could handle it?â you glared at him and shut your legs, shifting them to the side. âsays the one who was so desperate to get me naked,â you scoffed. âi could say the same about you,â sunghoon replied as he gripped one of your knees to open your legs again.
when you opened your mouth to retort, he pressed his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss to shut you up. âyouâre a good girl, arenât you?â sunghoon asked against them and chased your lips when you tried to pull away. all you could do was nod in slight annoyance. you gasped when his fingers entered you and he started to pump them in and out. âthen shut up and take my cock like one.â
sunghoon removed his fingers after a couple moments and spread your wetness over your clit. your back arched as a moan escaped you lips. smiling, sunghoon pulled away and lined his cock with your entrance. you gripped onto his biceps as he slowly started to push himself inside you, his hair falling over his glasses as he looked down.
âi hate you,â you finally spat back at him. he glanced up after bottoming out, letting out a heavy breath. you glared sharply at him. it was the only thing you could think to do to distract yourself from how full of him you felt, to stop yourself from grinding your hips towards his. sunghoon rested his hands on your knees, squeezing them slightly. he cocked his head to the side and teasingly asked, âdo you? the way youâre clenching around me right now says otherwise.â
without warning, sunghoon started rolling his hips at a fast pace. your nails dug into his biceps as your brows knitted together from the pleasure. âfuckâŚâ sunghoon muttered as he closed his eyes and threw his head back with an open mouth. âyou donât fucking know what you do to me. i imagined doing this every time you opened up that stupid little mouth of yours.â
you whined at his relentless pace, and had to sit back on your hands with a heavy breath. âlikeâlike you ever couldâŚâ you moaned out. you were well aware that he was doing just that right now, but you didnât care. you just wanted a reaction out of him. sunghoon looked down at you with a stupid grin, his hand moved from your knee to rub circles onto your clit with his thumb, âbaby, what do you think iâm doing right now? i know you arenât this dumbâŚâ
you took your lip between your teeth to stop the moan that wanted to desperately come out of you. ât-this is nothing⌠this is me doing you a favor,â you whimpered, squirming at his fast circles. sunghoon laughed arrogantly, the loud sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room, âa favor? please. you were so eager for my cock like the little slut that you are that it was all you talked about since we started these fucking sessions.â
your body twitched as the knot in your stomach got tighter. sunghoon put the hand that wasnât circling your clit behind your head to pull you to him, looking at you with blown out wide eyes and an intensely strange type of hunger. pulling your head back by your hair, his lips crashed onto yours sloppily. moaning against his lips loudly, you felt your walls clench around his hard cock tighter.
sunghoon let out a low grunt, pulling away from you and squeezing his eyes shut. it was a miracle nobody had come back to the study room yet. he was fucking you so hard that the table shook with every thrust and the chairs rattled. the sound of your moans and skin slapping together along with the wet sounds from his cock inside you should raise some warning bells. if you were in your right state of mind right now you wouldnât be doing this at all.
your legs started to tremble and your whimpers got louder. you tried to push sunghoonâs hand away from your clit but all he did was swat away your attempt. âno. you get what you ask for, my stupid little slut. this pussy is mine until iâm finished with it,â sunghoon said lowly and kissed you, thrusting faster. you moaned against his lips and tried to still your heavy breathing, but to no use.
sunghoon pulled away, his teeth biting your lip briefly, when you tried to squeeze your legs together. âwhat did i just fucking tell you?â he spat as he harshly pushed your legs apart again.
you barely even heard his words, too busy with the sweet relief of his hands off your throbbing and sensitive clit. the way his thrusts slowed. ât-too muchâŚâ you trailed, crying out when his pace picked up again. his hand was back at your clit again, fast circles sending you over the edge as your back arched more and you gripped his shoulders for support. you buried your face into his bare neck as loud whimpers flew out of you.
âshhâŚâ sunghoon shushed lowly in your ear. for a second, you thought he was gonna be sweet until he harshly added, âkeep quiet before someone hears us and we both get in trouble. donât wanna ruin that good girl image you have now, do you?â you cut off another whimper with the bite of your lip. you were sure to draw blood with how hard your teeth were biting down.
âthatâs my good girl,â sunghoon soothed, pulling your head back. he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as he looked down at you through the frames of his glasses. you avoided his eyes, shutting yours tightly altogether with knitted brows as the band finally snapped and you came around him, your body twitching. you could just hear the smug smirk in his voice when sunghoon suddenly said, âiâll stop when you beg me to.â
your eyes flew open and your grip on his shoulders tightened. how was he not a mess from all of this like you were? how could he still ram his cock in and out of you, fingers rubbing fast against your clit, with your mixed release and arousal making everything so slick without a single tremor in his voice? you stared at him with the most furious look you could muster, ân-never.â sunghoonâs smirk widened. âyouâll be too stupid on my cock that you wonât even think twice,â he replied.
sunghoon pulled out of you, letting out the first moan youâve heard from him as you pulsated around him. âfuckâŚâ he breathed as he watched your cum drip out of you. your head fell back as you breathed deeply through your nose, legs still shaking. sunghoon grabbed your arms and pulled you off the table. you wobbled tremendously as your feet hit the floor and you had to hold onto sunghoon for support. he spun you and pushed you down hard on the table, sticking his cock back inside you.
he held your shaking hips steady with firm hands as he pounded into you from behind. sunghoon mustâve been close, because he was letting his moans out more freely. âfuck, y/n⌠your pussy feels so good around my cock,â he whimpered. the overstimulation had your fists clenching and whines leaving your lips. âf-fuck you, s-sunghoon,â you murmured and looked back at him. with another moan, you came around his length again.
with a stuttered laugh, sunghoon lifted you up against his chest and your head fell back to rest against him. his arm wrapped around your breasts and your lower stomach, holding you tight to him as his cock thrusted deeper into you. your eyes fluttered open to look up at him. sunghoon pecked the side of your mouth, âyou are, baby.â
his lips fell down to your neck and he began sucking marks onto it, making you shiver. âwhen iâm done, everyone will know who you belong to,â sunghoon whispered lowly in your ear. he groaned and buried his head into your neck as he came undone inside of you. you whimpered at the feeling of being so full, sunghoonâs low whines in your ear, and the fact that he just didnât stop. even after he came.
you felt the cum dripping down your thighs and for once in your entire life, you were grateful for sunghoon. if he wasnât holding you so tightly to him you wouldâve fell over. âs-sunghoonâŚâ you whined just before he brought his lips to yours. he hummed against your lips, a smile spreading. you didnât want to beg, you refused to beg, but the pornographic sounds emitting from your two bodies and the waves of pleasure flowing through your body were making you extremely hazy.
âsunghoonâŚâ you whined again against his lips. he kissed you slowly, which was a contrast to how fast he was fucking into you right now. âi already told you what to do,â he replied before going back to kissing you. you shook your head, you didnât want to. whimpering as you came once again, you whispered âp-pleaseâŚâ against his lips.
pulling away and chuckling lowly, sunghoon said, âplease what, baby?â you scrunched your face up. you just couldnât believe that he was making you beg and you just couldnât believe you were actually about to do it. âplease⌠itâs t-too much. p-please stop!â you begged him. placing another slow kiss against your lips, which he made sure to drag out with a smirk, he leaned you against the table to pull out.
your legs trembled and your walls clenched around nothing at the sudden feeling of emptiness. you fell onto the table for support as your chest rose and fell hard. vaguely, you could hear sunghoon moving around behind you, but you could barely keep your eyes open right now.
you felt gentle hands pulling you up and turning you around. âlay back on the table,â sunghoon said softly, tissues in hand. you didnât have it in you to argue so you did what you were told. you felt him wiping between your legs and squirmed and jolted at his touch with how sensitive you were. at least the coldness of the table helped provide you comfort against your burning skin.
sunghoon grabbed your waist and helped you sit up. at some point he had grabbed your blouse, which he was now putting above your head after helping you with your bra. there was silence in the air as he got you off the table to put the rest of your clothes on, but it wasnât a heavy silence, it was actually a comfortable one.
once you were all dressed and sitting in a chair with your coat on, he put the rest of his clothes back on too since he was only in his boxers. he outstretched his arm once he was done for you to take and you stood up with wobbly knees to grab it. âwhy are you being so nice to me?â you asked him quietly, more genuinely curious than suspicious. he swung your bag over his other shoulder, âi just overstimulated the shit out of you, itâs the least i could do.â
after making sure the two of you had everything, he then added, âor call it post nut clarity⌠i donât really care.â you rolled your eyes at him as he led you through the library. both of your names were suddenly called and you heard approaching footsteps. turning in unison, a confused look on your face, you saw as your debate team president ran up to you.
she looked over the two of you, your intertwined arms, your closeness, and the fact that sunghoon was carrying your things with a shocked smile. âoh! you two have gotten close!â she remarked. you gave her a polite smile, your nose scrunching slightly to speak but sunghoon beat you to it, âshe was having a hard time and i was around, so iâm just helping her out!â
you so badly wanted to glare at him for the double meaning of his words but didnât want to give away what had just happened in one of the study rooms. âoh no, what happened?â your debate president asked, her brows drawing together with worry. âsheâs overstimulated,â sunghoon smiled and your eyes widened as you glanced at him. âitâs been a long dayâŚâ you quickly added, cheeks heating up as you ignored the smile on sunghoonâs face. âyou know, all the fluorescent lights and everythingâŚâ your president nodded, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder as she wished the both of you well.
once you were out of the library, you harshly nudged sunghoon, which didnât really do much but make you stumble. âyou fucking asshole! why would you say that!â you whisper-yelled, looking around you to make sure none of the students passing by heard. sunghoon beamed, laughing loudly, âitâs not my fault you thought of it that way!â
throughout the test, you kept looking across the room at sunghoon. you wanted to walk over and laugh in his face. this test was absolutely easy, even easier than before. you were going to pass this test with flying colors and score above whatever sunghoon gets. you were giddy with excitement to brag in his face.
at the end when all the tests were collected, you looked over at sunghoon again only to find him already looking at you. his head was resting in his hand and he looked slightly spaced out, but when your gaze met his he straightened and cocked his head to the side while raising an eyebrow. âA+, asshole!â you mouthed with a wide smug smile. sunghoon shook his head with the ghost of a smirk and mouthed, âyou wish.â
âwhen did the two of you start dating?â you heard your debate team president say as she came up to you, leaning next to where you sat. you turned to her with a confused upraised brow. âwhat are you talking about? we arenât dating,â you gave a shocked laugh. is she serious? you dating sunghoon of all people? please. you had standards. letting him fuck you was more than enough.
your president looked at you with complete surprise, âyou arenât? ohâŚâ you laughed again as you packed up your things. âyou two would make a cute couple!â she smiled. you rapidly shook your head and scrunched your face up at her comment, hanging your bag off your shoulder, âhe wishes.â your president laughed, giving you a look, as she turned to leave.
you started to walk after her but felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you back, keeping you in the empty classroom. turning with your eyebrows raised, you gave sunghoon an annoyed expectant look. âhow was the test, dumbass? too hard for you?â he pouted and you scoffed at him, crossing your arms over your chest. âitâs gonna be so good to watch your face fall when you see iâve gotten a better score than you!â you exclaimed and then moved to walk out of the class.
sunghoon followed behind you, âoh, please! i already told you your scores arenât even touching mine in the slightest. keep dreaming.â you pushed the door open to the building and the afternoon breeze brushed against you. walking towards the direction of the library, you said, âyet i can guarantee you i passed that test with flying colors!â sunghoon just scoffed and the two of you walked the short distance to the library in silence.
when you pushed open the study room, you sat your stuff down and got your laptop out to finish working on your debate speech. the competition was in a couple days and you still had half of your speech to write and make sure was absolutely perfect. âso, what is my grade? A+? i bet it is,â you asked, looking up at him from your seated position as he pulled his laptop out across from you. sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows at you, pushing his hair out of the frames of his glasses. âyesterdayâŚ? and you say iâm the idiot,â you added, muttering the last part.
sunghoon mockingly thought for a second before swiftly replying, âiâd give you a D-.â you scoffed, âa D-? youâre such a liar.â he shrugged, clicking some keys on his laptop in front of him. âyou sucked, but it was what i expected from someone of the likes of you,â sunghoon replied.
âyou werenât saying that when you were moaning over how good my pussy felt,â you smirked at him with a triumphant raise of your brow. âcouldnât even keep your lips off of me! hm⌠iâd give you an F average.â sunghoon snorted, âyou werenât saying that when my cock was deep inside you and you kept cumming around me.â
your eyes narrowed at him and you felt your face heat ever so slightly, âonly because you were overstimulating me! of course i was gonna cum! then you wouldnât stop or slow down!â sunghoon leaned forward onto the table on his elbows, a devious smirk playing on his lips. âdonât act like you didnât fucking love it like the little slut that you are,â he said lowly. you leaned forward too, using his own smirk against him, âonly if you stop acting like you donât want to strip me naked right now and fuck me again.â
âyeah, only so youâll stop acting like a fucking brat,â sunghoon replied. you smirk grew into a flirtatious smile, âawe, you wanna kiss me so bad!â sunghoon rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his laptop and you smiled widely before doing the same.
after about an hour of working on your speeches and cross checking them with each other, your laptop dinged with a notification that your test was graded. âtest scores are out!â you exclaimed, hurriedly clicking on the notification to take you to your gradebook. out the corner of your eye you saw sunghoon lean into his laptop.
â98.75,â sunghoon said. you jumped to your feet in celebration, â99.25, fucker!â you then leaned over your laptop towards him so your face was only a short distance from his. âsuck. on. that!â you exclaimed, smugness dripping from your voice. âmiss me! miss me! now you gotta kiss me!â you then teased, tilting your head back and forth at him. sunghoon got up from his seat slightly and leaned towards you until your faces were just inches apart. ânow everytime you get a high score youâre gonna think of me fucking the shit out of you. right on this table. congrats!â
sunghoon pressed a kiss to your lips before going back to his speech. you stood there for a quick moment completely stunned as your face heated. sunghoon didnât even glance back up at you or anything. he was completely focused on his speech, eyes trailing the lines on the screen. âfuck you,â you mumbled, going back to your speech with annoyance flowing into you. âthink youâd be able to handle it again?â he replied smoothly, eyes never leaving his screen.
your debate team competition was tomorrow and you were so thankful that you managed to perfect your speech a couple days before. you were also thankful that you no longer had to be âtutoredâ by sunghoon since your grades were back to what they once were. though, you were not thankful that you still had to spend more time with him. that would all end soon though, thankfully.
stepping onto the bus that your debate team president somehow managed to secure, you made your way towards the middle of the bus and chose a seat at random. there weren't a whole lot of people on the debate team, so it was a small bus. you scooted towards the window and leaned your head against it, staring out at the parking lot of your campus.
the location at which the competition was being held and where your hotel was wasn't that far away. maybe a two or three hour drive from your university? either way, you felt exhausted and all you were excited to do was sleep the ride away.
turning, you watched your members file into the small bus, laughing and chatting away amongst each other. your eyes couldnât help but trail sunghoon as he stepped onto the bus and the sun reflected off his glasses, catching your attention. his eyes immediately found yours and the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. you rolled your eyes and looked away, finding the seat in front of you way more interesting.
you looked back over to him when you saw him getting closer. he sat in the seat ahead of you on the opposite side of the bus. leaning against the window and throwing his feet up onto the rest of the seat, he looked over at you over the rims of his glasses. âlike what you see?â he mouthed and you rolled your eyes again, ignoring how his words brought up memories of the two of you fucking, and continued to stare.
sunghoon pulled out his phone and started scrolling on it for a little bit. he mustâve felt you still staring at him, lids droopy, because he glanced back up at you. âsleepy?â he mouth and then pouted, doing a fake crying motion. you didnât have the energy to shoot something back at him so all you did was nod, lids fluttering closed for a second. âso go to sleep,â he mouthed.
you sighed deeply and glanced around the bus. the bus was quiet besides the sounds of wheels going over concrete and the occasional rattling of the things on the bus. majority of your members were either asleep or on their way to it, and mrs. yoo was asleep as soon as she got comfortable in her seat at the front. âcanât,â you mouthed to sunghoon, followed by a shrug.
even though you were dead tired, for some reason your eyes just wouldnât close besides the occasional flutter. you watched as sunghoon sighed lightly before moving over to your seat. he sat his bag down on his lap, patting it down a little, and turned towards you. you looked back at him, confusion clear in your eyes. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you towards his lap, insinuating that you rested your head on his bag.
shifting a little so you were more comfortable, you laid your head on his bag. sunghoonâs arm laid across the side of your waist and his hand rubbed soothing circles into it. âdonât think this is because i like you,â he whispered to you. you looked up at him. âmhm⌠and you wanna kiss me,â you quietly muttered, sleep heavy on your tone.
âyou want me to kiss you again,â sunghoon quietly shot back. your eyes drooped shut as you replied, âmhm⌠sure do.â sunghoonâs hand moved from your waist to your face as he turned it so you were facing him again. he leaned down and his lips met yours in a slow and sweet kiss. when he pulled away, he whispered with no punch, âyou get what you ask for, idiot.â you just hummed, already half asleep as he continued to rub soothing circles onto the side of your waist.
at some point, probably immediately after sunghoon had kissed you, you had fallen asleep. itâs quite surprising how easily you were able to simply from laying your head in his lap. when you woke up, the sun was setting and the streaks of pink and orange greeted you. you were still facing sunghoon a little, and you could see how he was fast asleep.
his hand was still across your waist, and you had to gently and slowly move it to his lap so you could sit up without waking him. the whole bus seemed to still be asleep, except for the bus driver, and you checked your phone to see that there was still about forty minutes until you reached your hotel. turning back to sunghoon, you giggled lightly to yourself at how his head leaned back on the seat as he slept. slowly you took his glasses off his face and put them on yours.
poking his cheek, you had to stifle your laugh as he jolted slightly. you stared at him with a dumb smile on your face as his eyes fluttered open and he blinked rapidly for a moment. he straightened, his eyes finding yours with a ghost of a smile on his mouth. âdamn your vision fucking sucks,â you immediately said, your voice low not to wake anyone.
his vision actually wasnât that bad, only slightly blurry for you, but you could still see out of his glasses just fine. âno shit sherlock,â sunghoon replied. âwhat do you think i need glasses for? and my vision isnât even that bad, i can still see fine without them.â it was just so funny to tease him and see what his reaction will be. you couldnât resist doing it, especially not when he would always deliver.
you started dramatically posing with his glasses, trying to keep the smile from growing on your face. âdo you think your glasses are the look for me?â you playfully asked him. âdo i look beautiful?â immediately sunghoon replied, âno, you look hideous.â he took his glasses back from you and put them back on his own face, his eyebrow raising at you after.
you let out a quiet laugh and wrapped your arms around his neck. you then countered, âawe, baby, you think iâm so beautiful? you wanna kiss me again?â you pouted your lips as you waited for his answer. sunghoon just rolled his eyes. âtotallyâŚâ he whispered, placing his hands on your waist. âi definietly do.â
smirking slightly, you leaned in and kissed him just as slow and sweet as he did to you earlier. only this time, you deepened it. you could practically feel sunghoonâs shock coming off of him in waves and it made you smile into the kiss. you pulled away suddenly, a playful smile on your lips, âyou get what you ask for!â you then gasped lightly and whispered really low, a hand over your mouth, ânot here, nasty! thereâs people around!â when he tried to kiss you again.
you tried to move your arms from his neck and turn away but sunghoon pulled you closer to him. ânuh uhâŚâ he muttered his lips pressing to yours for a chaste kiss. âthat didnât bother you before in the study room,â he whispered close to your ear sensually. your face heated as he pressed another kiss to your lips. âdidnât bother you when we were shaking the table and your moans could be heard across campus,â he whispered in your other ear before pressing sweet kisses to your neck. you had to resist the urge to moan as you glanced around the bus to see everyone still sleeping, your face on fire.
the marks from his lips on your neck the last time has just started to almost completely disappear. you had to wear turtlenecks or keep your scarf on during the day, whichâthankfullyâthe weather outside was chilly. âgo back to your original seat,â you replied, pushing his head away from your neck. you pushed at his chest but he didnât budge. âor what?â he challenged eyes boring into yours.
you rolled your eyes and tried to scoot as far from him as his hands pulling you towards him would allow. âwe both know whoâs in charge here,â he spoke quietly, lips on your jaw when you turned your face away from him. âand we both know i have more than enough reasons to punish you.â his breath fanning on your skin sent a shiver down your spine and it made sunghoon chuckle.
sunghoon guided your face back to his with the tip of his finger. he gave you another slow kiss before breaking away with a smug smirk and grabbing his bag to move back to his original seat. you breathed heavily and tried to still your rapidly beating heart. every moment you spent with him was always filled with such intensity, such tension that by the end of it you felt like you ran a marathon while holding your breath the entire time.
you glanced at him to see that he was leaned back against his window towards you, arms crossed in his lap, his hair over his glasses slightly and eyes shut. you stared at him for a moment as your heart rate increased more. how did he always manage to make you feel like this?
shaking your head at the thought, you watched as his chest rose and fell until he was asleep again. you didnât have anything better to do, and you werenât tired, so you watched him until more people started to wake and it was almost time to get your suitcases from the back of the bus to go into your hotel.
âare you sure you donât want to go to the pre-competition party?â your debate team president, and hotel roommate, asks while half her body is wrapped around the door to your room. a couple of your other members are outside the room waiting for her. âiâm fine! truly, i am. iâm really tired and just want to head to bed early,â you tell her, lying through your teeth. âgo have fun! donât stay out too late!â she laughs and responds before stepping out, âcanât say that i wonât!â
you sigh as the door closes and the keycard lock clicks into place. dropping onto your bed for the night, you stare up at the ceiling as thoughts of sunghoon flow through your mind. thatâs what you really wanted to stay in for. heâs been in your mind a lot recently, and not just of the occasional thoughts of how much you hated him.
do you even still hate him? you didnât know. the relationship between the two of you was all over the place, lines blurred everywhere. you hate each other, but the two of you have slept togetherâand you donât even know if you could label it as hate sex at this point. you hate each other, but occasionally sunghoon kisses you, and today you kissed him?
what makes you even more confused, and shocks you to your core, is the fact that you donât seem to mind the weird relationship you and sunghoon have. in fact, you actually kind of like it. it makes you look over all of your interactions with brand new eyes. youâre ripped out of your thoughts by a knock at your door. sliding from the bed, you walk over to the door and open it, only to be faced with the person running rampid in your thoughts himself.
sunghoon had his laptop in his hand and he looked at you expectantly. wordless, and still a little in your thoughts, you move to the side to let him in. âwhat are you doing here?â you ask him. sunghoon waved his laptop in the air as he got settled at the desk in your hotel room. âwe need to go over our speeches one last time before the competition tomorrow,â he replied.
a smug smile graced your features and you boasted, âiâm already finished with mine! must be because youâre so inferior to me that you arenât!â sunghoon snorted, âthese are just revisions, i finished mine a week ago. canât say the same for you, unfortunately. iâm not the the one who was feverishly scrambling to finish my speech two days before the competition.â you rolled your eyes even though his back was to you. you completely forgot that you had finished your speech with him present at the study room. âfuck off,â you muttered.
a comfortable silence filled the room as you laid on your bed staring at the ceiling and sunghoon typed at the desk. you were bored out your mind. the music from the party outside where the pool was floated up to your ears. even being on the third floor, the music was decently loud. almost every debate team thatâll be partaking in the competition was down there.
âsunghoon,â you whined. âiâm so fucking bored can you hurry up.â you heard him chuckle, âthat just makes me want to go slower.â silence overtook the room again for a couple minutes before you whined out again. âiâm bored,â you turned to stare at sunghoonâs side profile. you just realized how pretty he was. âwhat do you want me to do about it? shut up so i can focus,â he replied.
every couple minutes you would whine about how you were bored. you could see the irritation continuously building in sunghoonâs shoulders every time you opened your mouth. at first you really were bored, but then you saw how it was annoying him and that became entertaining to you. especially when he started to just flat out ignore you.
standing from the bed, you walked over to him, running your fingers through his hair and resting your head on top of his. you whined out once again, dragging out the vowel, âsunghoon iâm bored!â you glanced down to his laptop and saw that he was basically almost done. he had only a few more paragraphs before the end. a mischievous smile curled your lips as you thought of something that would make him really annoyed.
moving to the side and leaning in front of him, you lifted your leg over his to straddle him. sunghoon let out a loud annoyed sigh as you put your hands on his shoulders. he stared at you with furrowed brows, his arms falling to his sides. you pouted, âwhat? you donât want me now?â sunghoon breathed in hard, âno, i donât.â
you grinded against him and his hands flew to your hips. âdo you really wanna get on my nerves?â he asked harshly. truthfully, besides being entertained at seeing him annoyed, you donât know why you were straddling him. why you were currently grinding against him again and his hands at your hips were holding you firmly still. you didnât know why being in his presence filled you with such an intense need that you just had to provoke him to the point where he would touch you in some way.
a playful smile started to take over your pout. sunghoon sighed deeply and scooted his chair back away from the desk a little. your smile only grew when suddenly his lips were on yours. the kiss was just as desperate as you felt and just as intense. it reminded you of the time the two of you first kissed. the desperate need that left you breathless and made you run. but you werenât running now. you wanted sunghoonâyou needed him.
grinding against him again, he sharply inhaled and pulled away from you. you could feel his growing bulge and could feel how much wetter you were getting. he moved to stand and you got off of him. your body felt of fire and you shook ever so slightly in anticipation from whatever might happen next.
sunghoon moved to your bed, âwhereâs your roommate?â he asked and looked to you. his stare was intense and emotions that you couldnât decipher swirled in his eyes. âthe party,â you replied simply. âshe wonât be back until late⌠or at all if sheâs with her boyfriend.â a shiver ran down your spine at sunghoonâs satisfied smirk.
he laid on your bed, back against the headboard with an arm behind his head, his intense eyes never leaving yours. âare you just gonna stand there like a fucking idiot or are you gonna start taking your clothes off?â he asked you in the sweetest tone youâve heard from him yet. âyou want my cock so bad? come here and ride me.â
your mouth fell open and you stuttered over what to do next. you didnât know why you were suddenly so shy. âand if i donât?â you managed to say, the confidence was leaking out of your voice. sunghoon tilted his head to the side, his eyes trailing up and down your body from across the room and heating it up even more than it was before. âthen iâll leave you here all fucking needy,â he said simply.
slowly, you started to remove each article of clothing one by one. you kept avoiding his intense eyes that never left you, especially when he lifted his hips off the bed to take his sweatpants and boxers off, hard and leaking cock on full display. you only got a brief moment of tranquility from his stare when he went to take his shirt off.
you stood completely naked in front of him. he had shifted down on the bed a little, him completely naked now too. for some reason, even thought this isnât the first time you were naked in front of him, this time felt different. you felt suddenly exposed, like the fog between the two of you had disappeared and you were seeing each other clearly for the first time. he had to feel it too, or else he wouldnât be staring at you so intently, his brows slightly knitted together.
after a moment of silence, a moment that felt like eternity with the thick tension in the air, sunghoon finally broke it. you stood with your hands intertwined together in front of you, squirming a little to find some way not to feel so exposed. your eyes were firmly on the bottom of the bed where you could just barely make sunghoon out in your peripheral vision.
âcome here,â sunghoon said softly. your eyes fluttered up to him and you moved slowly towards the bed, perching just at the end as you sat back on your knees. the room suddenly felt cold and goosebumps formed on your skin. sunghoon shifted a little so he was sitting more against the headboard again. âcloser,â he said in the same soft tone. he put his hands to his sides as his eyes trailed over your face.
you crawled towards him slowly, and immediately regretted it when you looked up at his sharp intake of breath. you straddled his thighs, his big and hard cock brushing against your stomach. sunghoon moved his hands from his sides to your waist and caught your lips in a sweet and soothing kiss.
you moved your ridgid arms from your sides to around his neck, fingers combing through the bottom of his hair. the longer you kissed sunghoon, the more you felt your nerves dissolve and the more your need for him grew. you got up on your knees and grabbed sunghoonâs cock, which made him let out a moan against your lips, and lined it to your entrance. slowly, you slid down his length until he was fully inside of you.
you did as he told you to do and started to grind your hips, pulling away from his lips to whimper at how good he felt. his long cock rubbed against your sweet spot so well and you rolled your hips faster and faster as the waves of pleasure hit you one by one.
sunghoon kissed you slowly as you came undone on top of him. he smiled against your lips as you kept pulling away to moan or whimper from his cock inside you. it almost made you forget that he was annoyed with youâalmost. it almost made you forget until you fell against him with your head buried in his chest as you pulsated around him and he lifted your hips so you were sitting on your knees slightly. until you pulled away from his chest with knitted eyebrows and he stared at you with intense, blown out eyes. until he gripped your hips so you wouldnât move and fucked up into you so hard that it made you cry out.
tears brimmed in your eyes and you couldnât stop the breathy stuttered whimpers that escaped you even if you tried. âs-sunghoonâŚâ you moaned out. sunghoon threw his head back onto the headboard at his name on your lips. âwhat? this is what you wanted, isnât it?â he asked you, mock sweetness in his voice. âwhen you kept grinding against me, this is what you asked for, isnât it?â he slammed his lips on yours, humming at the way you clenched around him again, warm cum dripping down his cock.
âa-asshole,â you pushed out, glaring at him because that was all you could do. his eyebrows raised at you and he let out a wry laugh, âbaby, you have no idea.â suddenly you were being pulled off the bed. suddenly sunghoon was throwing the balcony door open and the cold air was nipping at your skin.
you were being pulled to the balcony, party in full swing below you and music attacking your ears. you were lucky that if someone were to look up three floors that theyâd only see your fucked out expression as sunghoon bent you over the railing and stuck his cock back inside you. âsince you wanna be a fucking brat for me, you can be a brat for everyone. letâs show everyone how much of a fucking slut you are.â
the retorts quickly died on your tongue when sunghoon began moving, smacking his hips harshly against your ass. âarenât you such a good girl? already cumming twice against my cock. you want more? cause iâll give you fucking more,â sunghoon leaned down to your ear to ask you over the music. you nodded, severely regretting pissing him off. your legs wobbled underneath you.
you already knew what was coming next when you felt his hand wrap around your waist. he pulled you up and said harshly, âuse your fucking words. are you trying to annoy me more?â you swallowed down the moans in your throat. ân-no,â you whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut. âi w-want you to give m-me moreâŚâ if you thought him making you beg for him to stop the first time he fucked you was humiliating, it had nothing on this.
your back arched and that just made it worse. he pulled you back to him by your hair and you moaned at the pain and from the pleasure of his cock ramming in and out of you. you heard him smugly laugh behind you and you opened your eyes to look at him. he stared directly into your eyes, âyouâre mine. and your pussy for the night is mine to do with what i please. do you understand?â you nodded.
remembering to use your words, you pushed out, ây-yes.â sunghoonâs lips were on yours with a sloppy kiss that ended just as fast as it started. âand who do you belong to?â he asked you, mouth by your ear. you inhaled as deeply as you could with the pleasure ripping you apart. âyou,â you breathed, barely above a whisper. sunghoon gave you the sweetest smile and followed it up with the sweetest kiss. âgood fucking girl.â
he brought you back inside and shut the balcony behind you. you barely got to breathe a sigh of relief that cold air wasnât nipping at your skin before your face was buried in the comforter and you let out the loudest moan youâve ever let out before. sunghoon fucked into you so deeply, his own loud moans escaping him, that it sent you over the edge. you clenched around him again and he whimpered out a, âfuck, baby⌠youâre gonna make me cum if you keep clenching around my cock like that.â
you whimpered out something even you couldnât understand, thick tears rolling down your face from the ecstasy. you let out another loud moan, the rope inside you about to snap. âyou drive me f-fucking crazy, y/n. do you know that?â sunghoon stuttered. the two of you came at the same time, intertwined moans and whimpers filling the hotel room.
sunghoon fell over you, managing to catch himself with his hands at your sides as you felt his cock twitch inside you from his release. he pulled out from you slowly, whimpering at how you clenched around him in the process. he laid down on the edge of the bed and helped pull you up so you straddled him again and laid against his chest. sunghoonâs arms wrapped around you as you both breathed heavily.
once you felt your body still and you no longer felt like you were being ripped apart by his huge cock giving you waves of pleasure, you sat up with sudden determination. sunghoon looked up at you through half opened eyes and tilted glasses. you took his cock, relishing in the way he moaned and dug his head into the blankets as his eyes squeezed shut, and slid it back inside you. you tried not to double over at the sensitivity and how you could feel every vein on his cock inside you.
you placed your hands on his chest and looked down at him, eyes burning and the hint of a smile on your lips. sunghoon laughed, and it had to be the first time youâve ever heard him genuinely laugh. a genuine smile spread across his lips after. you felt your heart flutter at the sight despite your plans. âwant me to get a taste of my own medicine, huh?â sunghoon smiled up at you, causing your own to grow, and you nodded as you started to rock your hips back and forth.
sunghoon put his hands on your hips, whimpers leaving him and making his teeth clench. you picked up your paced and he stared up at you through knitted eyebrows. your smile grew more as you got to watch every moan, every whimper, and every whine that left his mouth, just as he did you. it didnât take long for sunghoon to cum again, and thank god for that. you didnât know how long you could take being hit with more waves of pleasure.
his hands gripped your hips hard as he moaned out your name. you giggled and continued to move your hips, creamy sounds coming from the motion. âo-okay, y/nâŚâ sunghoon whined and you shook your head. âbeg me to stop,â you demanded, giggles on your lips. âstâokay! s-stop. please stop!â
you smiled and pulled yourself off of him slowly. sunghoon let out a shaky breath and looked over at you, âthatâs the only time iâll let you do that.â you looked over at him from your spot next to him, an eyebrow raised in a challenge. âwho says there will be a next time?â you replied. sunghoon just shook his head at you and laughed, âwe both know this isnât the last time.â you laughed and gave him a quick kiss. âso then you know that that wonât be the only time!â you sweetly exclaimed.
he sat up and you followed, standing to your feet and almost falling to the floor had it not been for sunghoon catching you. he sat you back down on the bed, helping you to move back against the headboard. âstay here... iâll get a towel to clean you up,â he chuckled and you nodded. you werenât even shocked like how you were the last time that he was being so sweet. in fact, after the way he just fucked you, it was a welcome change. even if the one-eighty made you dizzy.
sunghoon grabbed your clothes off the floor and sat them beside you as he started to clean you up. âyou might want to put on something warmer⌠i did have you out in the cold naked,â he spoke softly as you put your shirt on. the clothes you were wearing before was a long sleeved pajama top and pajama shorts. the room was already a little bit cold, so maybe he was right. âall i packed was pajama shortsâŚâ you trailed as he finished cleaning between your legs.
âyou can wear my sweatpants,â sunghoon replied and reached down to the floor to grab them. he handed them to you and stood to his feet to clean himself off. âwell then what would you wear?â you asked, brows furrowing. sunghoon shrugged, âiâll be fine. iâll just wear my boxers and put a different pair of sweatpants on when i get back to my room.â he put his boxers on and helped you to put your underwear and his sweatpants on. he then turned for the bathroom.
suddenly, and at full force, you realized that your night togetherâyour time tonight with himâwas coming to a close. and you realized how you didnât want him to leave. sunghoon came out the bathroom in just his shirt and boxers and halted in his steps to stare at you. it was the most openly longing brief stare and it made your heart explode in your chest before he turned away to his laptop.
he gathered his laptop and turned back to you, a less intense version of his intense stare from earlier drilling into you. you could see that brief longing hiding behind it. you panicked from the intent attention and said, âdonât stare at me like that.â there was that genuine smile that made you want to melt. âor what? you canât even move,â he replied, a laugh at the edges of his voice. you rolled your eyes playfully as he came up to you and pressed a kiss to your lips.
sunghoon turned to leave and you grabbed his hand, making him turn back towards you with knitted brows. âcan you stay with me?â you asked shyly as you looked down to where your hand held his, ââŚplease?â you dared a glance at him and saw as the corners of his mouth were trying hard not to lift. he nodded and moved to set his laptop back on the desk, along with his glasses.
you scooted over in the bed and got under the covers and he did the same after turning the lights off. sunghoon pulled you closer to him in the darkness, until your head was to his chest. you looked up at him and he kissed you slowly, and this time it felt more intimate rather than teasing. âyou donât hurt anywhere do you? are you sore?â he asked quietly between kisses. you shook your head, âno but iâll probably be sore in the morning.â
âiâm sorry, baby,â he spoke, kissing you a final time before resting his chin on your head and pulling you closer. you inhaled his scent and shut your eyes, a sudden wave of tiredness hitting you. âi know youâre tired,â he then said. âgo to sleep, iâll be here to help you.â you nodded and let yourself drift off. when you woke up the next morning, sunghoon was gone.
you and your debate team members were rounding back up onto the bus after a successful debate competition, tired smiles and sleepy yawns everywhere. it was a miracle that you were able to speak so confidently at your competition after what happened last night. especially with your emotions all over the place when you woke up to find that you were completely alone in your hotel room.
you and sunghoon havenât spokenâbesides at the debateâall day. and if you were being honest⌠you were kind of avoiding him. you just couldnât be around him after last night. he made your head foggy and your heart pound and you were helpless to stop it. the two of you werenât even friends, and you clearly werenât dating, so what were you?
all of your members were sound asleep as soon as they stepped on the bus and you smiled a little to yourself. they mustâve had a fun time at the party last night. you had your head leaning on the window as you watched the passing scenery. you didnât turn when you felt the seat dip next to you.
you had felt sunghoonâs eyes on you, that burning intensity, but you couldnât look at him right now. you closed your eyes when you felt his arm wrap around you and you were pulled to him. âsleep,â he spoke softly, his hand brushing the side of your face that was now in his lap. you couldnât, so you just nodded as you kept your eyes closed. you slowed your breathing until you felt his slow and cracked your eyes open as you slowly turned to look up at him.
sunghoon was fast asleep, his head drooped down towards you and glasses hanging down his nose. you wanted so badly to cup his face and kiss his lips, and that thought caught you off guard horrifically. slowly, you began to put the pieces together.
the way your face would heat and your heart rate would pick up... the way you always seemed to find him in any crowded room, your eyes always lingering on him⌠the way you wanted to be near himâneeded to be near him, to have his lips on yours to the point where you would constantly provoke him⌠you had feelings for park sunghoon.
your eyes widened significantly and you were glad that everyone was asleep for your realization. you liked sunghoon. you liked him, and your feelings for him were only growing more and more as you spent more and more time with him. before you even realized it, your hand was raising to move the hair that had fallen in his face. your eyes widened as he stirred slightly and you froze. thankfully, he stayed asleep and you dropped your hand as you continued to stare.
you had stayed there like that, just silently watching him for almost the whole bus ride. when you saw him stir you quickly shut your eyes and slowed your breathing again. you felt him shift ever so slightly and heard him let out a low sigh. his fingers brushed your face softly, the pad of his thumb brushing back and forth before his arm rested across your waist.
after a few minutes had passed, you pretended to wake up, eyes fluttering open and connecting with his. you blinked a couple times before moving to sit up. glancing around the bus to everyoneâs sleeping forms, you saw him furrow his eyebrows a little in your peripheral.
when you looked back at him, head leaning back against the bus seat, sunghoon had cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your lips. he went to stand but you grabbed his hand. your eyes widened slightly and he turned back to you in slight shock, eyebrows raising. you stared at him with wide eyes and pulled him back down lightly.
what if he didnât want this, didnât want to be with you? what if all he enjoyed between the two of you was all the kisses and the sex with no strings attached? sunghoon sat back down and you turned to lean against the window, thoughts racing.
when you got to campus you had basically sprinted away from the bus after getting your things to your dorm. you were glad that you didnât really have to spend anymore time with sunghoon, since you didnât need his âtutoringâ and the debate competition was over. maybe you can try and get rid of these feelings, try and go back to the way things were before you and sunghoon ever even kissed.
you laughed wryly to yourself as you put your stuff away in your dorm. things will never be the way they were before. that ship sailed as soon as his lips touched yours, as soon as you were both naked and your bodies were pressed together.
you had avoided sunghoon in all the classes you shared, inside the hallways, and anywhere on or off campus. you never realized how much he was always in your orbit before you were actively trying to stay out of his. it was going well, you were ignoring his stare on you, lost in your own thoughts as the class was about to end.
thatâs when you felt someone lean down next to you and a, âyouâre mine.â was uttered. at least, thatâs what you heard. you jumped, looking over to see no one other than sunghoon. your mind flashed back to the hotel and you blinked a couple times to clear your thoughts. with knitted brows you said, âwhat?â sunghoon raised an eyebrow at you, giving you a weird look. âi said youâre my partner,â he replied, brows furrowing when you gave him a confused look. âfor the presentationâŚ?â he added and you tried to think about what he was talking about.
vaguely, you remember your teacher talking about some powerpoint project that she wanted you to group into pairs for. you wanted to bang your head against the wall at the fact that you were gonna have to spend even more time with sunghoon. your feelings havenât even left! if anything, theyâve intensified. you inhaled deeply, âokay.â
the two of you were now sitting in your study room, silence hanging in the air with tension that couldnât be cut with a fucking chainsaw. your laptops were in front of you, open to your shared slides. under the table, sunghoonâs leg shook furiously. throughout your time in here, he had tried to kiss you twice. he had given you a confused look when you turned your head away both times, opting to focus on something else. the first time he thought you were being bratty, but when it happened the second time he had raised an eyebrow at you.
âcan you stop changing all the slides i make?â sunghoon suddenly spat out as he looked at you angrily. you gave him a glare. âwell maybe if you would stop thinking with your dick and use your brain you wouldnât be struggling with this easy ass topic and i wouldnât have to keep editing all your slides,â you shot back.
sunghoon scoffed, âmaybe if you would stop thinking about my dick and focus we wouldnât be having all these problems and we would be on the same page!â you couldnât help but take his words as a double meaning. the two of you stared at each other with angry, intense glares. you sighed heavily and stood to your feet, annoyance dripping from you as sunghoon watched.
you stormed over to him and sat on his lap, grabbing his face and bringing your lips to his roughly. his hands immediately came to your hips as he kissed you back with just as much roughness. âi hate you so fucking bad,â sunghoon muttered against your lips. there was no heat in it. âyou want to fuck me so fucking bad,â you immediately replied.
sunghoon started to turn the kiss sweet, holding you against him as his hands moved to your lower back and the back of your neck. his touch sent a shiver down your spine. âi want you, y/nâŚâ he said after a moment. you pulled away and tried to get off of him, but he held you tighter. in what way did he want you? âi want you too,â you spoke, quietly.
your gaze fell and you then said, âwhat is this between us, sunghoon?â he went quiet and the silence between the two of you was deafening. you pushed his arms off you and got off of him, moving to return to your seat. before you could get far, sunghoon grabbed your hand. ây/n, what do you mean?â he asked seriously.
harshly turning to him, you tried so hard to keep the sadness from your voice, âthe morning at the hotel⌠why did you leave?â sunghoon gave you an incredulous look. âwhat?â he breathed, and shook his head ever so slightly. âthe morning after we had sex. you said you were gonna stay with me and when i woke up you were gone,â you snatched your hand from his grasp, not caring anymore if he heard the hurt in your voice.
there was concern and worry etched clear in his expression. âi didnât think youâd want to see my face once your head was clearâŚâ sunghoon said quietly. the anger in you only grew. âyou shouldâve let me decide that!â you shouted in frustration. sunghoon stood, grabbing your hands, âokay! iâm fucking sorry that i assumed⌠okay?â you looked away.
sunghoon took your chin softly so you would look up at him. âiâm sorry,â he repeated, his voice softer. âit wonât happen again.â you blinked a couple of times to get rid of the building tears. âso?â you asked quietly, referring to the question you asked him. sunghoon cupped your cheek, âwe can be whatever you want us to be. iâll be happy as long as you donât avoid me again. i told you, i want youâto be with you.â
you pressed your lips to his, âi want to be with you too.â he laughed and teasingly said, âawe, you want to be my girlfriend?â you rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips, as you playfully pushed him away. his laugh grew, that same genuine laugh, as he pulled you towards him to capture your lips in a kiss. âyou get what you ask for,â he spoke, making you giggle.
the next day you walked into mrs. yooâs class together hand in hand, a big smile on your face as sunghoon teased you. your debate team president practically cheered as she yelled how she was right. âfinally itâs official! now i donât have to watch the two of you longingly stare at each other from across the room!â she exclaimed. your face heated tremendously and before you could look away in embarrassment sunghoon kissed you with a large grin.
when you had gotten and A+ on your presentation, you smiled at sunghoon. âwhoâs the idiot now, idiot?â you asked teasingly. he hummed in thought for a moment, âyou still are!â he gave you a chaste kiss and wrapped his hands around your waist. âlet me take you on a date,â sunghoon then said.
you hummed in thought for a moment, copying his actions as you wrapped your arms around his neck. âno, thank you!â sunghoon playfully rolled his eyes, kissing you again, âiâll pick you up tomorrow at eight.â

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FIRST DATE ETIQUETTE (p.sh)

Park Sunghoon is not dull, nor is he the clean cut neighbor your mother thinks he is. Oh, the horrors of if she found out that the man she set you up on this date with immediately took you home and rendered you unable to walk...he'd never be able to defend himself without a swift slap to the head.
á¸á¸á¸ minors do not interact!Â
á¸á¸á¸ PARING:  park sunghoon x afab reader
á¸á¸á¸WC: 9.3k
á¸á¸á¸ TAGS: mentions of food (meat), strangers to fucking immediately to the possibility of dating later, brat taming, mocking and making fun of each other, sneaky sex, flirting and bullying in the same instance, cocky sunghoon, umâŚtheyâre kind of competitive in bed
á¸á¸á¸ A/N: whatâs that? youâve read this before? thatâs bc i wrote it! Iâve revised the original now to fit sunghoon because I am insatiable in my lust for him. (original title: the bore next door)
smut tags under cut::âââ
SMUT TAGS: dom sunghoon, bratty/sub reader, huge cock agenda (again), he gets the best head heâs ever had, he calls you messy a lot (he likes it messy), face fucking, pussy eating, nipple biting, finger fucking, squirting, dirty talk, wow i canât believe I actually wrote a condom being used this time!!!!, sunghoon tries to make you moan because his horny brain wants your parents to know, dirty talk, praise, hair pulling.
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23rd street. The restaurant is on 23rd street, and you can honestly say youâve managed to hit every street but this one. From 13th to 35th, does the street in question even truly exist? Were you set up by your parents?
In short, you have been single since high school. Maybe a few flings here or there throughout college but you never truly settled on one man or woman in a relationship. Youâre almost shocked that your parents are pushing so hard for you to find love. They want you to somehow feel the love from the movies, something like they had felt when they met. In this century, unfortunately, love isnât quite as predictable.
 You canât just pick a person who has a good job and a decent face and assume love will settle in someday.Â
Not only is it not predictable but it isnât a priority in your life. You have no interest in meeting the standard a man could hold for you, nor a woman, or family member. Youâre here to exist in your own way, work your way up through the corporate food chain, and live in a home with over thirteen cats before dying a peaceful death in your late eighties. Why do you need a man to do any of this? Why do you need to settle for one cock, one set of hands, and one personality?
Right, because mom wants you to at least try to experience what love is. Surely, itâs just because she desperately wants a grandchild from her one and only daughter. Sorry to disappoint, but that will not happen any time soon. Children were never a thought in your mind, nor was marriage, a honeymoon, or a burial plot next to another person. Your mother knows this, but the least you can do is show some effort to please her, right? To prove that relationships just arenât your thing, and youâd much rather have the funds to live a comfortable life all on your own.
23rd street is the small thumb tack on a map where there is a restaurant that holds a very, very, annoying arrangement.Â
Your mother had really sold the idea to you. She says the nice neighbor boy next to her seems to be around your age, he brings her the mail sometimes. He seems to have a job, his own car, his own home that sits in a plot next to theirs. His lawn stays mowed, the siding on his house stays clean, and apparently he seems quite lonely considering your mother appears to have watched him enough to know he doesnât bring any girls home.
At least that sheâs aware of.
She doesnât mention what he looks like and of course, when youâd asked because, in all honesty, thatâs the most important thing to you if youâre going to get anything out of this, she simply states that he dresses well, is handsome, and has dark hair.
For all you know, she just set you up on a date with Antonio Banderas.Â
What you werenât expecting though, is to find this restaurant almost an hour late and walk in to find an already half-eaten meal in front of a man who looked at you as if you were any stranger on the street.
 A stranger you were, and so was he, but honestly, he is attractive. That alone made you feel a bit guilty for not having found this place sooner. The idea that the man in front of you did not wait for you shows that he also has priorities that arenât you. This is probably a huge inconvenience for him too, if anything.Â
Imagine your nice neighbor lady telling you to go to a restaurant to meet her daughter? God. The first words out of your mouth are an apology. Not for being late, and not for not even wanting to be here, but for your mother for even trying.
âSorry about my mom,â you mutter, plopping down into the booth with a sigh. You eye over his food, already knowing that the check will likely be split. âLetâs just get this over with.â
âWhy the rush?â The man immediately says, pushing an untouched glass of water your way. âI donât mind that you were late, I was just really hungry.â
You hum at him, waiting for the waitress to come over so you can place the most obnoxious order in the world because youâre really not in the mood to even look at the menu or the prices. Chicken strips and fries, obviously.
âSo, what did you order?â You state, eyeing his plate.Â
âSteak?â He says it like a question, as if it is the most obvious thing in the world and it definitely is. Clearly there is a half-eaten steak that probably costs over twenty dollars on his plate. Still, you were just trying to make small talk.
The man says nothing after this, offering nothing but an awkward atmosphere. It doesnât take long at all for you to stop caring about the entire arrangement, as if you cared in the first place.
âLookââ You try to offer, and the handsome man in front of you doesnât even quirk a brow as he sips his own drink. âI donât even remember your name, and I know my mom is trying to set us up butââ
âYouâre not interested, and you have better places to be?â The man finishes for you as he sits his drink down with a gulp that makes much less sound than your own. âThatâs fair. My name is Sunghoon, by the way.â
You nod at him, already deciding that youâll get chicken strips somewhere else on your own so that you can eat them in the comfort of your own home, alone, without a stupidly handsome man in front of you that has, probably, less interest than you do.
âWell, Iâm interested, and I donât have anywhere better to be,â Sunghoon says, shooting his eyes up at you. âAnd to be quite honest with you, your mother was right. You are pretty.âÂ
Taken aback, youâre somehow comforted by his forwardness towards you. He acts just as uninterested as you do but counters that demeanor with his words. You canât imagine that this is how the man picks up women, thereâs honestly no way he would win that way. No wonder he is single. Then again, you kind of do the same thing. You see an attractive person and you act much the same as Sunghoon right now. Uninterested in anything long-term but clearly interested in something.Â
âIâm pretty, huh?â You laugh, sipping the water and internally giving this man an extra three minutes to fully sell the idea of this date to you. âImagine my surprise to walk in and find that I was set up on a date with someone that is actually attractive.â
âOh?â Sunghoon quirks a brow. âIs this how you return a compliment?âÂ
You shrug.Â
âIs this how a date normally goes for youâyou know, where youâve already eaten your food and would probably rather pay and leave before she even gets a chance to order?â
âNo,â he responds pointedly. âWould you rather me throw a tantrum that you were late?â
âYouâd be a lot less dull if you did.â You throw back, eyeing a waitress as she heads over.Â
Sunghoon watches as you place your order and watches a bit harder at the way you smirk at yourself through nearly everything you say. You must think youâre clever, you must think heâs willing to chase you or something.
âIâm dull?â He questions, staring you down with narrowed eyes when the waitress walks away. âYou just ordered chicken strips at one of the most expensive restaurants in town.â
Youâre taken aback a bit, shaking off his little insults and sitting straight up. Interesting date, truly.
âOkay then, Sunghoonââ You say his name as if itâs a joke or something, but you donât really let him react to it. âWhat do you do for a living?â
âIâm a systems software developer,â he deadpans, swirling his very nonalcoholic water in his hand. âNot that youâd know what that is or anything. And you?â
In all honesty, you donât really know what that means, but it isnât hard to figure it out. Assuming he must make programs or something, assuming he probably flew through college in order to do it in the way he seems proud of what he does. In all honesty, it still sounds like such a bore. He must talk in code or something in his free time.Â
âIâmâuhâIâm a teacher.â You try to laugh, realizing that youâre kind of putting him down when he very clearly must make more money than you do.Â
Only now does it set in that your mother stated he has his own home. One that sits directly beside theirs in a neighborhood that you grew up in. One that you tried to find your own home in but ended up in a shitty apartment in the city because it is all you could afford. Sunghoon must make good money.Â
âOh yeah? What do you teach?â He perks up in interest, no longer acting as if he is trying to insult you and instead offering conversation to you with such ease that you almost forget youâre supposed to be getting through the date in discomfort.Â
âI teach everything, I guess. Itâs just first grade. I swear, I teach them how to pull up their pants properly more than how to spell words.â You smile to yourself thinking of the loud and obnoxious children you teach five days a week.Â
Your job is why you donât want children though. Your job is why youâd rather stay single. All you hear about is how the third-grade english teacher is fucking the fifth-grade science teacher even though he has a wife who is pregnant with their second child. Sometimes you hear gossip about the students themselves. Who in their right mind as an adult would gossip about elementary school kids? Itâs no wonder youâre not a favored teacher. Youâre sure theyâve said something about you for not having a significant other or a child on the way too.Â
Sunghoon smiles through your endearment towards your class, eyes perking up at the plate of chicken strips on their way to you. He doesnât say much when you thank the waitress and doesnât really pay attention to the way you devour the first strip in nearly one bite.Â
âSeems like a lively job. I just sit around all day staring at a computer screenâŚâ He begins to drone on about his own job, sounding more like background noise in your head if youâre being honest. You can barely hear him over the crunching of your chicken and youâre a bit thankful for that.
âAnd I think that it was really worth theââ You interrupt his long string of sentences with a call of his name. âSunghoon, do you have any other interests?â You ask, sipping your water.
He deadpans at your rudeness of interrupting him. Sunghoon doesnât often go out on dates, nor does he often get asked about these types of things so, he goes quiet, flicking his eyes down to his hands and then back up to you.
âI like to go hiking, I guess? Watching movies? Sometimes I like to cookââ
Ah. Heâs one of those guys.Â
âThose are like, the most common interests a person can have. You donât have any special hobbies or weird quirky things you like to do?â You question, trying to see something in him past the fact that heâs nice to look at and has a decent paycheck.Â
âI donât really have the time to put into other things. When Iâm not working, Iâm busy cleaning my house or doing yard work since Iâm usually too tired during the week to do it.â
âGod, you are such a bore.âÂ
Sunghoon realizes now that maybe youâre not just throwing around banter. Sure, neither of you really wanted to come on this date but he could have used the time away from a computer screen to look at his neighborâs daughter. If anything, it was an interesting offer, and those donât come by him too often. He had seen photos of you. He knew you were pretty, and he also should have known you were a bit stubborn with the way your mother warned him before the date.
âIf I was so boring, would I be sitting here on a date with a woman I donât know?â He glares over at you.Â
âI donât know, probably. It isnât the riskiest thing in the world. What? You donât have tinder?â
Sunghoon looks down again, because no, he doesnât have fucking tinder and he doesnât understand why that matters. âWhy does that matter?âÂ
âAh, so we are similar.â You smile to yourself in a small win, and youâre not even sure if itâs even an argument at this point. âNo time for hobbies, so no time for dating either?âÂ
He nods slowly at you, completely confused by the way you go from picking his personality apart to finding some way to connect with him.Â
âWe can wrap this up then if you want?â You offer, still picking at the food on your plate. âI can pay for mine, so I release you from this arrangement.âÂ
He just sits there staring at you. What a peculiar woman. Do you really assume he isnât somehow finding the fun in all of this? In all honesty, this date is going off without a hitch compared to many other dates heâs been on. He has never been on a date where he is criticized, nor has he ever criticized a date himself before.
 Itâs almost kind of nice, like a breath of fresh air being able to meet someone who isnât trying to show their best aspects. Someone who is sitting in front of him being as real as they possibly can be. Sure, youâre attractive, but your lack of interest in this date is somehowâflooring.
âWhat if I want to stay?â He makes eye contact with you. âWhat if I want to pay for your overcooked chicken?âÂ
âIâd be letting you win if you pay for me, but youâre free to stay.â You wave him off with your hand, realizing that the chicken is very dry and wasnât hitting the spot like youâd been pretending. âSo, what now then?â You add with a tilt of the head.Â
âAdmitting Iâm interested in you?â He says it with so much confidence that youâre a little bit surprised, because this entire time youâve been trying to act as uninterested as possible, despite finding some amount of attraction to Sunghoon.
âPoor you,â You coo, pushing your plate away from you and pulling your almost-empty water closer. âOkay, letâs try and make this worth something then.âÂ
Sunghoon prepares himself to listen, but honestly, he couldnât have prepared for what youâre about to say to him.
âNeither of us are looking for anything serious right?â You ask, continuing after he nods. âSo,â you pause briefly, thinking a bit too hard on how to word it. âWhy donât we just treat it like a tinder date?â
Youâre definitely implying that the night could continue together, only to never speak of or see each other again after the sun rises.Â
âAre you suggesting I bring you home with me?â He looks at you with a face you canât really read.Â
âIsnât that what people do when theyâre on a date, find each other attractive, but want nothing more?â You reiterate for him, because he seems to have trouble processing what youâre trying to get across to him. âUnless this isnât your thing?â
Sunghoon pulls his hand up and pushes his hair out of his face for a moment. Heâs thinking about it, barely even realizing that youâve known each other for less than an hour.
âI didnât take you for the type of fuck on the first date.â He cocks his head, looking at you in a lazy way.
It feels a little painful that the first curse word he says out loud is describing something that involves you and your offer.Â
âIâm not, usually, but it has been a while for me and I canât help but think we could have fun with it.â
He nods, eyeing you down. âDo you want to drive to my house then? Or do I need to bring you back to get your car?â
âNah, I can drive. I know where you live, considering I grew up next door and all. I can just crash at my parentâs house once we are done.â
Sunghoon kind of shifts his eyes nervously, looking down at the table and then back at you with a lick against his bottom lip. âSpeaking of, your parentsââ He pauses, fiddling with his hands. âLook, they probably wouldnât expect me to be the type to uh, get intimate with their daughter on the first date.â
âOnly date,â you correct him, amused. âWhat, you thought we would meet again after this?â
Sunghoon waves you off dismissively. âThatâs not the point. I donât want my neighbors thinking Iâm some fuckboy, and Iâd rather them not find out because Iâm sure your mom would slap the shit out of me the next time I bring her the mail.â
âSunghoonââ You snort in a mocking tone. âMy mom set you up on a date with me, youâre gonna take me home and show me a good time within an hour of meeting me. Imagine if she found out youâre not as sweet and innocent as she thinksââ
His face goes warm, but his eyes darken a bit as he looks at you. âListen, I donât usually do this.âÂ
âWell yeah, you seem too boring to actually have some fun.âÂ
Offense taken.Â
And when he says nothing else to that, you speak up again, this time a bit more gentle.Â
âDonât feel like you have to. I can go home and we can pretend this never happened.â
âNo, no,â Sunghoon assures, making eye contact with the waitress as if to silently ask for the check. âI could use the distraction.âÂ
He was slim when he stood up, obnoxiously attractive getting into his stupidly expensive car, and even the way he drove in front of you pissed you off. He drove the speed limit all the way to the familiar street of your childhood. What a boring, boring man.
When he pulls into his driveway, you arenât sure if you should park at his house or your own. You realize if you park at either your parents will wonder why youâre parking in their driveway but not in their living room, or wonder why youâre parked in the clean-cut Sunghoonâs driveway because he would never fuck their daughter on the first date.Â
You opt to park a block away, walking to Sunghoonâs house and feeling a bit silly for hiding.Â
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âFitting,â you say as you step into his living room and scan the way he is entirely boring.
âWhat?â He asks from behind you, watching you judge his space.
âVery monotonous, very you.â
Sunghoon sighs at your constant critiques of him, but heâs smiling through it because youâre still here, and youâre the one who suggested coming home with him.
âIâve gotta say, Iâve never brought a woman home just to have her insult me,â he laughs, stepping around you and placing his jacket on the end of the couch. âI can imagine that your place hasnât been cleaned since you moved in.â
You glare at him, slipping your own jacket off and throwing it on his floor out of spite.
âI am a comfortable mess, Sunghoon, and youââ you scan the room once more, âare very clearly uncomfortable.â
He shifts his eyes for a second because, yeah. Itâs not that he wouldnât enjoy having colorful photos on the walls or a couple of knick-knacks lying around. Arguing about it isnât your purpose for being here though, and heâd much rather skip the banter at this point.
âI can admit that your jacket looks good on my floor,â he takes a step forward, attempting to be as bold as he typically would be with a woman who knows how he is in bed. Heâs never had to play off of his own cleanliness though. âIâm willing to make a mess of this house if you take more off.â
Oh, okay.
âOh, so you can be interesting?â You mock him once again, reaching for the hem of your dress (yes, dress.) and looking at him. âYou want to see my clothes on your floor?â
Sunghoon watches you intently, seeing your thighs being exposed more and more as the dress raises. His body is already reacting, becoming more attracted to your witty sense of displeasure toward his entire personality and lifestyle. After all, heâs a computer whizz and you deal with screaming children all day. He wonders why he expected anything less. Little do you know though, he fully intends to have you praising him before the night is up.
âIâd like to see you on my floor,â he answers, reaching for your dress and pulling it up further and above your head. âIf Iâm being honest, anyway.â
You were trying to go slow with the removal of your dress, mostly to see how he reacts to seeing a woman nearly naked in front of him but damn. You werenât quite expecting how forward heâs being about it. Here you were expecting to be fucked missionary without any foreplay in a bed with all white sheets, right next to a washer and dryer, socks on, lights off.Â
âOh,â you gasp, slightly out of character in his opinion but his body reacts even more to that. Heâs already allowing himself to get aroused so, naturally, his confidence is also bubbling up through each thought and word he decides to say to you.Â
âWhat, youâre shocked?â He laughs, dropping your dress to the floor and scanning your body. âI can admit that Iâm a little shocked too.âÂ
You look at him in confusion, moving your arms over your chest and wondering what the fuck heâs talking about.Â
âYou wore a matching set for a first date? With a complete stranger?â He mocks you this time, stepping even closer and running his fingers along the hem of your bra. You can feel the warmth from his thumb gently rubbing the skin as he does it and instantly your body tells on you in the form of goosebumps.Â
âIâll have you know,â youâre the one stepping closer this time, âI always wear matching sets, because I like to feel sexy.âÂ
Youâre a liar. You definitely wore them just in case.
He hums, mere inches from your face as he looks down at you. It feels like heâs fucking looming, it feels like he must have his heat set too high or something.
 It gets even worse when his eyes donât leave yours, but you feel his hand drop from your chest only to hear the familiar sound of a belt being unbuckled. He stares at you while he does it, his hair falling in his face at the movement of what heâs doing waist down. For some reason, that does it for you, and youâre already rubbing your legs together as you stare right back at him.Â
âI think thatâs bullshit,â he smirks, slipping his belt from the loops of his pants and tossing that to the floor as well, and then he brings his face another inch closer, âand donât think I canât tell that youâre turned on.âÂ
You donât back down, nor do you admit that heâs absolutely right. You just look at him, watching a strand of his hair fall in front of his eyes that are beginning to darken by the second.Â
âIâm not turned on, believe me, itâll take a lot more thanââ Youâre cut off by him planting his hand directly between your legs, two fingers pressing your panties slightly into you.Â
âHm?â He encourages you to say that again, but youâve got your breath caught in your throat at his extreme change in demeanor.
Still, heâs looking directly at your face, watching the way you try to think of a lie.Â
âYou wanna keep pretending that Iâm boring?â He asks, sliding his fingers up and pressing against your clit.Â
You shake your head, finally dropping the act and blinking at him with empty thoughts.Â
âThatâs what I thought,â He ticks his tongue at you, now pulling his fingers away and showing you that even through your panties, his fingers are already soaked. âNow take the rest off.â
You do as he says, watching him step away with his shirt untucked and his pants undone. You note that he grabs a condom, which for some reason reminds you that youâre definitely about to get railed into the next dimension if that bulge behind those pants implies anything.Â
Standing there with all of your clothes thrown around his living room, you watch him harder than you already had been. Heâs slow when he sets the condom down on the table, and even slower when he walks up to you and places a hand on the top of your head before guiding you to sink down.
âWhaâright here?â You ask, feeling the clean carpet offer relief for your knees rather than the hard wood floors of the room over.Â
âI said I wanted to see you on my floor, didnât I?â He smiles, already admiring how shameful youâd appear to be if your parents saw you naked and on your knees for him.Â
You nod, looking up at him. When you reach forward to actually lower his pants though, he steps back and continues to create distance between the two of you as he backs himself up to the wall and lounges against it.Â
âCrawl to me,â he instructs, wondering if itâs too much for you but letting out a pleased sound of relief when you instantly do it.
Would you normally let a man tell you to do that? No. Would you ever actually listen to a man who speaks to you like this? Fuck no. You canât defend your actions when you do it and you also canât lie that youâre absolutely fucking dripping over it. Like, honestly, heâs going to have to deep clean this fucking carpet by the time you leave this house.Â
When you reach him, you can feel the heat in your cheeks at the very idea of him from this angle. You sit on your knees, lifting your hands to his pants and lowering them before he can try to draw the process out even longer. You can hear him let out a short chuckle at the way you try to be quick with it, and you already know heâs about to say some shit.
âI didnât expect you to be this eager.â He talks down to you with a deep and raspy voice, one that sounds entirely sensual. In terms of what he says though, honestly, you shouldnât expect much more considering how the two of you practically roasted each other before this very instant.Â
You ignore his words, letting his pants drop to the floor and now reaching to pull his briefs down. You were incredibly unprepared for his size as you watched it stand stiff and raging in front of your face. Not a single hint of precum is seen, and it makes you feel kind of pathetic for how wet youâve already gotten. It almost feels like a challenge now, to make him feel just as desperate as you do now.Â
Thankfully, your throat is fairly trained for sucking men until theyâre trembling. Hopefully, all those dudes youâve fucked around with before come in handy and donât let you down this time around.Â
Sunghoon watches you from above, smiling over the way you stare at his length before finally touching it. He keeps his cool though, wondering how just over an hour ago you were ordering the worst food a restaurant has to offer, scoffing at his job, his hobbies, and now look at you. What a sight.Â
âGo on,â he encourages you, pressing his hips forward so that the head of his cock hits your cheek, âlet me see how messy you are.â
You roll your eyes at him, gripping the base before closing your eyes and breathing in through your nose. The very second you wrap your lips around him, he has both hands on your head, not moving it, not pushing you down or anything, just resting there. Youâd think it was sweet if it werenât for the fact that he pushes his hips forward after four whole seconds.
So, heâs not going to guide your mouth, heâs going to hold it there? Okay, you guess. Thankfully, heâs not being super rough with it like you anticipated. If anything, heâs sliding himself into your mouth much as youâd do on your own.Â
He hums out at the feeling of your inner cheeks hugging against his length, pressing in more and more with each thrust of his hips until he finally gets the majority of his length past your lips. He can see you breathe through your nose, but he doesnât feel resistance at all so he presses his hips in even more, essentially until heâs blocking your airways and your throat is restricted around him in a gag.Â
Instead of pulling your head back though, he feels your fingers grip the back of his legs, youâre trying. He holds your head there in place, feeling your throat massage his cock in probably one of the best ways heâs ever felt.Â
âShit,â he seethes out between a bite of his lip, âyouâve done this before?âÂ
The very thought of you letting your throat be used is enough for him to want to keep doing it, but hearing your response as a half-moaned gag vibrating around his length is a whole other story.Â
He releases his hands from behind your head just to see if what he thinks youâre implying with those vibrations of sounds is right, and god is he thrown for a loop. You stay there, and even when he pulls his hips back before fucking into your throat once more, you still stay there.
Heâs going to lose his goddamn mind because never has a woman been able to withstand this amount in their throat for this long for him. Enough to actually have him a little worried that youâre essentially suffocating on him.Â
Sunghoon snaps his hips back, pulling out of your mouth and leaning down just a bit to grab your chin and guide your eyes up to him.Â
âBreathe,â he says, watching the way you smirk at him as if youâve won some sort of award. He narrows his eyes at you, âYou can choke all you want babe, but youâre gonna have to not be this cock drunk if you want to pretend that youâve got the upper hand.â
That motherfucker. Youâre trying to make him show just a hint of desperation for you and he completely flips the tables on you?Â
Before you can even argue again, heâs guiding your lips back on him. You decide that itâs not over yet, he can talk down to you all he wants, but youâre going to be the one laughing at him by the end of the night.Â
You allow him to place his hands back on your head, and you kind of like the weight of his cock on your tongue if youâre being honest, but god damn does he have a harsh rhythm. His hips snap languidly but he buries himself deep. Even when you try to look up at him as your nose presses against his pubic bone, heâs looking down at you so casually. Like he feels okay. Just okay.Â
This time, when he pulls his hips back, he doesnât have to hold your head steady. You chase his length even as it tries to slide from your mouth, and you start to move your head back and forth in time with his hips. You finally receive a moan from him when you reach a hand up and cup his balls, massaging them in one hand as your saliva bubbles out from around your lips.
âSo fucking messyââ he chokes out in a surprised moan, praising you for somehow making this feel even better than it already did.Â
You hum around him again, feeling the weight of his cock pulse against your tongue and you start to taste more of his precum. Shamefully, youâre starting to want this more and more. You want him to call you messy, you want him to bruise your throat. You donât mind, now that youâve seen a snippet of what heâs like when he shows his pleasure.
Just a moment goes by when you feel his hands grip your hair, pulling slightly and following the rhythm of your movements, just putting a bit more force behind them until he finally presses you one last time against his pelvic bone, swirling his hips and stretching out your throat impossibly more around him.Â
âJust like that, yeah,â his moans echo throughout his empty walls and it causes your eyes to flutter as you try to breathe in through your nose. When you gag, he moans again. âFuck, you know exactly what youâre doing.â
Then, he releases you and watches with a smirk at the way you pull back in a deep breath before wiping your mouth.Â
Youâre not sure why, but the way heâs looking at you makes you feel proud. Maybe itâs because heâs managed to pull out this weird, needy side of you, or maybe itâs because he looks incredibly good looking at you like this after the two of you spit insults at each other all night.Â
âDo you want me to return the favor?â He asks, finally unbuttoning and removing his shirt.
Seeing him now, you stare at his chest and toned arms, wanting to grab onto them and feel him do whatever it is he wants to do to you. He, on the other hand, canât tell if youâre nodding to his question or looking him up and down slowly.Â
âYou were so talkative earlier, what happened?â He smiles, stepping forward and falling to his knees himself, nudging your legs open in one go as he presses you back against his floor. âDo you want to fuck my tongue, or no?â
He continues to smile at your silence, eyes trained between your legs as he spreads them and then looks up at your face. âNo?âÂ
You shake your head, leaning back on your elbows to watch him and take a breath in.
âItâs hard to talk when youâre like,â you motions towards him, âthat.â
He chuckles, taking it as a compliment before snatching a pillow off of his couch and tapping your thigh to get you to lift up. You do so, allowing him to place the pillow under your ass before he settles himself there.
His eyes stay locked on yours as his fingers start to trail to your core, slipping through your folds with such ease that your embarrassment shows plainly on your face.Â
âMessy,â he compliments, lightly tapping against your clit before lowering his head and blowing softly against the glistening heat you offer to him. âKeep your legs spread for me, darling.â
You still watch him, his eyes glaring up from between your spread thighs as he lets his tongue fall from his mouth and lick one long and languid stripe up your slit, stopping just before your clit and pulling back as if heâs tasting. Youâre not sure what it is about him but goddamn, he must know he looks good when heâs pleasuring a woman.Â
Despite him asking you to keep your legs spread for him, it appears that he doesnât trust you to do it because heâs still got one hand prying one of your legs apart and his head moving in all sorts of ways as he allows his tongue to lap every part of you besides your clit. Even his other hand, exploring and gently placing pressure against your entranceâ the way heâs doing this makes you want to press forward, it makes you want to do exactly as he asked.Â
You roll your hips forward, and he instantly attaches his lips to your clit. You stop, and he trails back down and flicks his tongue against your folds in a teasing way. You grind forward, heâs right back on your clit, flicking his muscle the same way and eliciting a whine from you.Â
This time though, when you roll your hips back, he takes both hands and presses your legs open as far as he can get them, spreading your pussy out across his lips for him to take full control of. He nips at your clit before licking down, pressing the pointed muscle into you and only then does he release your legs. Now, heâs sliding both hands under your ass and rocking you against his face, angling his head so that he can lick inside to taste your plush and wet walls.
God, youâre gonna lose it. Even if you didnât want to, youâd think the way heâs moving his mouth is enough to get anyone to take advantage of it. You moan, pressing forward and back against his mouth as your own fingers fall to your clit. You rub when you press forward, feeling his warm and wet saliva drip from your slit and down to your ass, and you rub harder when you pull back, watching his eyes flutter open and still somehow manage to glare at you.
And just as soon as it started, you blink and his face is right there. You would have let out a shocked sound, because jumpscare much? But you moan instead, because he hovers over you with a smirk and an arm between the two of you, his fingers instantly sliding into you as he attaches his lips to yours with little more than a moan of his own.Â
âHave you ever tasted yourself?â He asks, licking against your lips and scissoring his fingers open inside of you.
You have, but for some reason it tasted better this time when he prods his tongue against yours. Perhaps itâs because itâs from him, or maybe itâs because you are a little obsessed with the way he navigates sex.Â
When he pulls back from your mouth, now losing himself a little bit in the heat of the faces you make when you feel good, he canât help but give you a moan along with your own. You sound so fucking good when youâre not talking your shit, and god he knew that mouth could do more than be annoying.Â
âOpen up,â he whispers against your lips, licking your bottom lip as he thrusts his fingers deeper into you, âlet me hear you.â
You canât really help it. When you open your mouth, youâre practically panting for him. His arm is moving harshly as he fucks his fingers into you and causing you to nearly lose balance on your elbows, but he holds you there with his other arm wrapped around your waist, still licking against your lip and smirking when you still canât say anything.Â
âLouder,â He instructs, at least wanting you to moan louder for him if youâre going to act like this when heâs touching you. âLet your momma hear how good it feels, babe, go on.âÂ
Your eyes shoot open after that, and god, he is the fucking worst. Or maybe not, you can tell he does it on purpose. His fingers curling up inside of you and putting intense pressure against a spot that takes every man ages to find if they manage to even remember it.
âSunghoon,â you groan, rolling your eyes back while rolling your hips forward, hand shooting to his and holding it there, âcanât you just fuck me already?â
He chuckles, dipping his head down to give a sharp bite against your nipple, his fingers still curling up into that spot.Â
âSoak my fingers first.â He says, floored by how good your voice sounds when you want to get fucked.Â
He continues to suck and bite against your nipple, and that sends shocks of pleasure straight down to where his fingers meet your g-spot. You could come right now if heâd justâ
You roll your hips forward harder, grinding your clit against his wrist and essentially fucking yourself on his fingers now. He moans against your nipple at the movement, biting down harder as he hears you just above him holding your breath. It seems like you like not being able to breath, which is just fucking great for him. Your mom would be so heartbroken, honestly.Â
âYou think you can ride my cock like this?â He asks, popping your nipple out of his mouth and moving those bites up your neck and to your ear, âThink you can take it?â
You nod with heat rushing through your body, feeling his wrist stiffen up for your pleasure to grind against.Â
Fuck, he can feel your cunt gripping his fingers as you work yourself up and it takes everything in him not to pull his fingers from you and absolutely bury himself into the tight heat youâre offering, but he holds back, pulling from your neck and watching the way your brows furrow and your mouth falls slack.
âYeah, thatâs it babe, ride it.â he encourages, hearing your wet slide against his fingers with each movement of your body.
You shake as it washes through you, feeling his fingers remain in their spot against your little bundle of pleasure inside of you. You feel like you can explode from this alone and he practically forces it out of you, pulling his fingers out and immediately rubbing circles on your clit.Â
âLet it go for me,â he encourages in a pleasured sigh, watching your body tremble involuntarily as your face contorts to what anyone else would assume is pain. He moves further back and watches your body soak both him and his floor. âFuck, yes, such a fucking mess.â
Well, thatâs never happened before and the fact that youâre still orgasming is also new. You feel so sensitive, releasing in waves that offer little in terms of self control. Your hands shoot to his arm, gripping him so tightly as you try to hear his moans for you, but to be honest, you canât hear a fucking thing through this wall of arousal in your head.Â
Finally, you open your eyes and heâs just looking at you, smirking at the dripping against his legs and the wet spot on the floor.Â
âMessy, messy girl.â He says with a chuckle. âDirtying up my living room like this? Come on, get up.â
This is the first time Sunghoon has ever had a woman squirt for him, and honestly heâs been trying for ages to let someone experience this through him, goddamn was it sexy to see. You look absolutely fucking gone at this moment, and he might be fucking in love with the image. So badly does he want to see those shaking legs try to stand for him, so badly, does he want to see you fucking buckle.
âCome on,â he says again, not giving you enough time to even think about standing before heâs pulling you up on wobbling legs and pressing your toward the couch.
He watches how you wobble over, shuffling your feet with your knees turned inward with each step. He canât help but lick his lips, seeing how your arousal drips down both of your legs in a shameless show of how much his fingers alone could do for you.Â
âSorry,â You rasp out as you make your way over, brain fogged from the orgasm and unable to feel much at all outside of the pulsing inside of you. âIâve neverââ
âDonât worry, I like the mess.â He smiles, snatching up the condom and tearing the wrapper open with ease before rolling it down his length, staring at you.
Oh, right, he still hasnât even fucked you yet. Fuck, heâs good.
He sits himself next to you, pulling an arm around your waist and guiding you on top of him. He doesnât even think twice at your shaking legs, soothing them as you follow his hand and position yourself against his long neglected cock being held up with his other hand.Â
âGonna keep that promise?â he asks, still smoothing his hands over your legs and looking up at you. âGonna take my cock better than you did my fingers?âÂ
You nod, feeling a pulse of electricity inside of you. Willing you to take more, wanting to be stretched further.
Besides, you know that once youâre seated with his length fucking impaling you, youâll at least have his broad shoulders to hold onto if you need to stay steady. Â
And when you sink down, you hear the sound youâve been trying to pull from him all night. He lets out a soft moan, almost a whimper if you think hard enough about it, and it ignites a brand new fire in you as you take him in inch by inch. Feeling the searing stretch offer a bit of pain despite the sheer amount of wet you have collected between your legs.Â
He can feel you clench around him in the attempt to adjust, and your legs shaking only offer even more in terms of pleasure as you envelope him entirely with your heat. He canât help but moan, almost unable to keep up his dominant persona with a pussy so sweet wrapped around him. God, he loves blind dates, honestly.Â
âMhm,â he hums, rubbing both of his hands now against your thighs as you sit yourself flush against him and wait to adjust to his size, âI definitely like you.â
You fall forward with a small laugh, the irony of the situation a bit too much on top of your mind falling helplessly and embarrassingly fast at how lucky you are to have a mother to set you up with such a man.Â
Heâs a bit soft at this moment, wrapping both arms around your waist and listening to your breathless laughs against his neck. Loving the way each inhaled chuckle forces your body to squeeze his cock delightfully tight.Â
God, Youâre pretty, and so fucking annoying. Just his type.Â
âIâm still going to fuck you senseless though.â he finally says, feeling your body still at his words as you lift a bit, just to slide back down on him.
âIs that a promise?â You ask weakly, pretending that he didnât already manage to do it with his hands alone.Â
He nods, the softness in his eyes disappearing instantly when he feels the drag of your cunt hug his length. He doesnât hold back his moaning for you this time though, and he shows no shame in slapping your ass, and guiding you even closer to his chest.Â
You stand on your knees a bit on top of him, watching his eyes zone in on your tits in his face. Hopefully, heâs going to keep that promise too.
His hips snap up harshly as his hands grope your ass and spread you apart. He snaps his hips again and again, nearly pulling his entire length out of you each time just to fill you up once again. Stretching you open and loosening you up, the pleasure of it hitting him right in the throat each time with small grunts against your nipple when you bounce at the movement.Â
You whimper out, the sounds still echoing throughout his house along with the sounds of your thighs slapping against his. His grunts are deeper, and all of the sounds together sound like a desperate soundtrack of what youâve always wished sex was like. He fucks you good, despite your legs still shaking, and despite the pain of his teeth biting against your skin now.Â
You canât help it when you fall forward again, hugging around his head as he starts to relentlessly fuck into you at a faster pace, the thrusts going from slow and deep to tight and pointed. His thick cock easily pressing against that same spot his fingers had been teasing earlier. You choke out at the feeling, legs jolting and causing you to sit again out of sensitivity.
He doesnât falter at your failure to stay in position for him, and instead he gropes your ass harder, swirling your hips around him. You can feel how hard he is inside of you, splitting you open and pulsing at a near constant pace.Â
âRide it,â he instructs, much like he did with his fingers and you follow suit, lifting just slightly and sliding back down again. âHarder,â he demands, pulling his head from your grasp and looking up at you with a wild smirk.Â
You look down at him, wondering how pitiful you must look up here. He appears to be loving it though, absolutely in love with the way you struggle to do what you swore youâd be able to.Â
Trying again, you begin to bounce on him and he grants you his fingers on your clit for that, moaning at your own choice of rhythm and leaning forward yet again to pop his presumed favorite nipple back into his mouth.
The ministrations of his fingers paired with his mouth sends you spiraling once again into a world of pleasure. The shaking in your legs become more of a driving factor than anything as you ride him better than youâve ever ridden anyone.
Finally, heâs the one moaning out and trying to string together choked words of praise.
âYour grip is so tight,â he mutters out, kissing up your chest and to your neck, âi can fucking feel you dripping down my legs.â He adds in a moan, losing himself in the way you move your hands through his hair and scratch at the nape of his neck. He wants to ruin you so badly, and heâs already drenched in you. He wants more.Â
You knew youâd have him just as desperate as you by the end of the night. Now look at him, muttering out strings of curse words as you do nothing but ride and pet him. Heâs melting under you, and youâll be damned if he comes before you get that second orgasm.Â
Shooting your hand to your clit to replace his lazy movements, you work yourself up to your second orgasm and he just watches you, taking in the image of you practically riding him into oblivion until youâre clenching even tighter around him, throwing your head back and shooting your hands to his shoulders as you harshly roll your hips into his. Youâre working yourself through it when he starts pumping into you again, short and tight thrusts pushing you through your orgasm until heâs gripping you equally as hard, holding you down on him as he spills out and into the condom in more of a purr than a moan.
You watch him, dazed out of your fucking mind as he bites against his bottom lip and slowly blinks through his orgasm as you. Part of you wishes he just did it raw, wanting so badly for him to make a mess of you like you did to him.
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You find yourself with him at your parentâs house just a week later, eating lunch in the chaotic mess of your motherâs kitchen. Itâs funny, really, how heâs trying to be polite to her as if heâs not about to take you next door and probably fuck you against an open window just to blow his own cover.
âI told you he was a keeper,â your mother compliments him as she lays a plate of croissants on the table. âJust yesterday he offered to mow our lawn when we head off for vacation this weekend!â
Sheâs praising him much like you wouldnât, and you kick him under the table for trying to suck up to her even more now that heâs fucked you several times already.Â
âDid he now?â You ask, glaring over at him and then smiling sweetly at your mother. âGuess he is kind of a keeper, maybe.â
His eyes shoot to you and he smiles around his bite of croissant at you.Â
âYou were right though,â he counters you towards your mother, âsheâs definitely a handful.â
Your mother crosses her arms as she leans against the counter, looking between the both of you.Â
âHow many dates have you been on without telling me?â She asks, looking at you.
âA fewâŚâ If she considers it a date to meet up and fuck every other day this week.
âWe had lunch a few days ago.â he adds, backing you up. Itâs just that the lunch wasnât exactly likeâyou know, at a restaurant, and if she knew that cum was on the menu, perhaps you both would be slapped shitless.Â
âSo, are you guys going to be exclusive, or?â
Sunghoon looks at you curiously, and you look back at him.Â
âI dunno, itâs only been a week, Mom.â
She nods, clapping once before pushing off of the counter and leaving the kitchen.Â
Itâs silent between you and Sunghoon for a few moments before he speaks up.
âI wouldnât be against it.â
âAgainst what?â You ask, looking at him with a raised brow.Â
âYou know, like, dating. I canât imagine anyone actually putting up with you besides me, anyway.â
You kick him again from under the table, causing him to wince out in pain before glaring at you. You smile in return though, giving him a shrug and now rubbing your foot against the bruise you probably just caused.Â
âI find myself agreeing with that statement,â You laugh thinking hard about your next words. âBut for some reason, agreeing with you pisses me off more.â
Sunghoon nods, smiling through the pain of the bruise forming on his shin.Â
âGood thing I know how to fix that, huh?â He finishes the conversation, fully aware that he knows how to shut you up and make you love it.Â
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sapiosexual



đ staring. Seungcheol x afab!ReaderÂ
đŽ preview. âYouâre a beautiful, bright, young woman, and youâre agreeing to be a companion to some middle aged psych nut who hardly has enough time for you-â you both laugh a little at the way he refers to himself, âcompensation is a must.â
cw/ tw. daddy kink/issues, size/shoulder/back kink, contractual relationship, unspecified age difference, unprotected sex, choking, semi bondage, multiple sex scenes, fingering, squirting, oral (m/f receiving), baby oil massage, praise, dirty talk, hair pulling, overstim, dacryphilia, slight orgasm denial, hand kink, etc... I pet names. his: daddy. hers: gorgeous, angel, darling, my love, pretty girl, etc...
đš rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 18.6k
đ aus. psychologist au, non idol au, sugar daddy au, aged up/soft dom cheol, etc...
âď¸Â mlist + an. dont fuck your psychologist, fuck a psychologist... and try to get a cheque while you do it đ (sapiosexual: the attraction to intelligence and broad af shoulders)

1: Wednesday
âIâm here to meet someone- under the name Choi?â
The hostess nods politely. âMister Choi has been expecting you, right this way.â
Your heart lurches in your chest at her words. While it makes sense that the man youâre meeting for your date had let the host know heâd have a plus one joining him, thereâs something in the womanâs diction that suggests a certain kind of familiarity.Â
The restaurant youâre in is an expensive one, and the previous man youâd met through the online sugar dating website had made something of a show of being a part owner of a place such as this, treating the staff in a way that demanded obedience-Â
You really hope, for everyoneâs sake, that the person youâre meeting tonight is much kinder than the last.
The hostess takes you through the main dining section of the establishment and to a more secluded area, where she motions with a hand to the one occupied table by the windows that overlook the city.Â
âYour server will come by for your drink order shortly,â she tells you, giving you a quick nod and something of a knowing smile before she returns to her post, allowing you to make the final distance to the table yourself.
The man sitting with his back to you hasnât turned around, and you take a moment to collect yourself, swallowing thickly. Your eyes scan over his broad shoulders, taking in the pretty tweed suit, the colour of charcoal, and neatly styled black hair.Â
You take a deep breath and begin forward.
âSorry Iâm late,â you apologize as you reach the man youâve been in contact with just under a week- âyou know how traffic can be-â
Your words feel jumbled in your mouth as Mr. Choi stands to greet you- because, although youâd been expecting a handsome man, you hadnât been expecting him to be godlike-
The photos heâd had on the sugar dating site had been ten out of tens, but the man in front of you is a scale breaker.Â
Heâs even broader up close, and tall too- looking down at you with an amused expression, eyes practically twinkling-
âItâs alright,â he tells you smoothly, voice sexier than you could have ever imagined, âIâm glad youâre here now.â
âMe too,â you breathe, blinking up at him, etching his angelic features into your brain-
âYou look beautiful,â Mr. Choi says, taking in the dress youâd spent three hours picking out-
His eyes donât linger anywhere in particular, theyâre quick to move back up to your face, and part of you almost wishes heâd stared at your chest just a little longer-
âThank you,â you say, remembering youâve yet to respond to his compliment.
âWould you like to sit?â he asks next, and you realize youâve been staring too long, quickly tearing your gaze from him to give a curt nod.Â
The two of you take your seats, and you adjust in your chair, letting out a shaky laugh. âIâm also sorry if Iâm a little awkward- I feel like my social skills took a hit during the pandemic.âÂ
The man in front of you nods. âThatâs understandable. The aftereffects of global isolation during covid is something thatâs going to be studied by psychologists in depth in the coming years. Youâre not alone in your feelings, believe me.â
You blink, thinking through his words. âThank you-â you stutter, âfor the reassurance, I mean.â
âOf course,â he nods again. âI think youâll find I can be very reassuring, if need be.âÂ
Your skin tingles, and you canât believe that youâd nearly let your best friend talk you out of this date.
âPsychologists can be dangerous!â Seungkwan had insisted, âOne moment you think heâs your boyfriend, the next heâs hypnotized you to cover up a murder-â
Youâd told him to stop rewatching Hannibal.
But you have to admit⌠Mr. Choi, or Seungcheol, as heâd called himself when heâd first messaged you, he definitely looks like Hannibal.Â
Broad, handsome, tweed suit and all-
âI can see youâre thinking hard about something,â the man sitting across from you notes.
âSorry, I was just-â you bite at your lip, âwas just thinking that youâre probably really good at your job.â
His brows raise at this, and then heâs smiling, âOh?â
âYeah, you erm- you have a really calming voice and presence, and I mean- obviously you know what youâre talking about-â
âAre you in the market for a psychologist?âÂ
âNo-â you answer quickly, âI mean, I donât think so- thatâs not why I matched with you at least.âÂ
The amused smile remains on his face, and itâs making it hard for you to look at him-Â
He keeps his gaze so fixed on you, and he exudes confidence on top of the calm-Â
Confidence thatâs making your heart thump louder and louder in your chest-
âHello, Mr. Choi,â the arrival of your waiter breaks the building tension youâre feeling. The question âHow has your evening been so far?â confirms that Seungcheol knows the staff, and the pleasant way in which he responds tells you that youâre on a date with a good man.Â
After a brief back and forth, Mr. Choi orders himself an Old Fashioned, and you ask for a gin and tonic.
Then, youâre once more alone with the man whose gaze is enough to have your pussy clenching with interest-
âI saw you were new to the site,â Seungcheol notes, and you canât believe heâd bothered to look for that information on your profile, let alone remember it. âHowâs your experience been so far?â
You take a moment to collect your thoughts before responding. âIf Iâm being honest, I talked to one person for a while, and when we met, he turned out to be- just- not a good person. So when you favourited me, and I thought you looked nice, I told myself it would be better to meet up in person without too much back and forth first.âÂ
âThat sounds logical,â he agrees. âIâm sorry your first experience wasnât what you thought it would be, but there is a silver lining, youâre here now.âÂ
âIâm here now,â you echo with a smile, and the waiter returns with your beverages.
Seungcheol had invited you for drinks and dessert. Seungkwan had insisted that meant drinks and sex, but your view of things is proved to be correct when Mr. Choi orders the âdessert tasting menuâ and the waiter scurries off again.Â
âShould we make a toast?â you ask, allowing your eyes to trail over Seungcheolâs handsome face- his strong brow and pretty lips-
âWe should,â he confirms, grabbing his glass and lifting it, âwhat would you like to toast to?â
âBeing here now.â
âTo being here now.â Seungcheol allows the lip of his glass to clink gently against your own before bringing it to his mouth, and you each drink to the moment.
âSo,â you say when you set your cup down, âwhy drinks and dessert instead of dinner?â
âDinners can be long, and full of expectations,â he tells you. âDrinks and dessert allows you to leave earlier, if youâd like to.â
âYou seem like the kind of man who has everything figured out,â you muse.
The side of his mouth quirks into a charming half smile, and he leans forward slightly in his chair, assessing you with dark eyes- âDoes that excite you?â
âYes-â the word slips out before you can stop it.
The man in front of you leans back, satisfied.Â
âWhat, exactly, are you looking for right now?â he prompts. âYour bio was⌠somewhat vague.â
âI guess-â you take a sip of your drink. âI guess it depends on who it is.â
âHow about you start by telling me your thought process behind creating an account,â he suggests.
Youâre momentarily distracted by the way his thumb rubs up and down the side of his cup- dragging through droplets of condensation gathered on the glass-
âMy best friend loves Marilyn Monroe,â you find yourself saying.
This is clearly not the answer Seungcheol had expected, as he quirks that inquisitive brow of his at your words, and youâre quick to continue.Â
âHis favourite movie of hers is Gentlemen Prefer Blondes- and Iâm not kidding, heâs been bleaching his hair since the tenth grade because of it- and thereâs this quote- something like- âitâs just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor man.â And I just sort of thought- Iâm tired of putting a lot into relationships with people who give nearly nothing in return. At least with something like this- Iâd be guaranteed something- you know?â
âIt sounds like youâve spent a lot of your life trying to make other people happy,â he notes smoothly. âI can understand why youâd want to be on the receiving end. Everyone deserves reciprocation.âÂ
He pauses, swirling his glass, but you can tell thereâs something else on his mind, and you wait on the edge of your seat for more.
âFrom what youâve said,â his thumb runs up the glass again, âit sounds to me like youâre looking for a contractual type of situation, moreso than a verbal agreement. Something with that added stability.â
âThatâs correct,â you nod.
The last man hadnât ever brought up contracts or boundaries or any of the things that are mentioned when youâd looked up what sugar babying entails.Â
Youâre enthralled by the professional way Mr. Choi is handling himself, and youâre enjoying his crystal clear communication.
âWhat-â you lick your lips, âwhat are you looking for?âÂ
âAs you know, Iâm a psychologist,â he states. âThe job comes with a lot of responsibility. I take care of a number of people with quite severe conditions, and unfortunately, regardless of my intentions, this means Iâve had less time and energy to give to people in my own life.â
He pauses to take a breath and a sip of his whisky before continuing.
âI had a fiance for a time, but it became clear to me that she wanted a child. At the time, I wasn't ready to give up my work to be present in the way a developing mind would need. Iâve been looking for a sugar baby who would understand my lifestyle. Someone to meet with once or twice a week, who would provide happy company and the emotional closeness all human beings desperately need, without some of the⌠expectations that traditional relationships have. Does this sound like something that could interest you?â
You find yourself quickly nodding.
âGood,â he smiles warmly at you. âIâd love to explore the exact details of a contract over drinks, and we can choose a day to do that, but for now, if you donât mind, I think Iâd like to switch the topic and focus on you a little more.â
âOn me?â you blink-Â
Mr. Choiâs grin widens, and the warmth meets his eyes. âYes, you. I think itâs safe to say weâre both physically attracted to each other, but I want to know more about who you are, inside that pretty body of yours.â
You can feel your skin heating from his compliment, and you avert your gaze, grabbing at your drink to take a sip and cool yourself. âWhat do you want to know?â
âLetâs start with the things that make you happiest.â

2: Thursday
âLook who finally decided to answer,â your best friend sighs loudly when you put him on speaker, and you can imagine his classic Seungkwan eye roll.
âI was sleeping,â you tell him, which only succeeds in earning you a scoff.
âAnd I have been waiting for details about your date since last night!âÂ
âI sent you a text saying it was good!â
âAnd then you put your phone on silent you whore!â your best friend screams, making you laugh at his antics- then his voice dips. âDid you fuck him?âÂ
âNo, of course not-â
âYou sound like youâre lying.â
âIâm not, I promise-â you roll onto your back and look up at your ceiling, letting out a breath. âDrinks and dessert literally meant drinks and dessert.âÂ
âDid he at least- I donât know, feed you some of the dessert?â
âNo.âÂ
âOh.â The line is quiet for a moment. âWell thatâs anti-climactic.â
You laugh. âFirst you wanted me going on dates with sugar daddies, then you were weird about Seungcheol, now youâre wishing I had fucked him-âÂ
âWell- did you enjoy yourself?â
âYes.â
âWas he hot?â
You groan. âSo fucking hot you donât even know-âÂ
âThen I do wish youâd fucked him- youâre my best friend, and you deserve to get laid,â Seungkwan says plainly. âAlso- I was only weird about this Seungcheol guy because heâs a therapist-â
âPsychologist.â
âSame thing- the point is, heâs a guy with power and a brain- that can be a deadly combination.âÂ
âI thought I told you to stop watching Hannibal,â you smile, enjoying the way Seungkwan turns everything into life or death.
He scoffs at your words, disregarding them. âSo tell me about your date.â
âLike I said, it was good. I got there, we ordered drinks, heâs obviously like- super smart. We talked a little bit about why weâre on the site-â
âWhy is he on the site? If heâs hot, rich, and smart?â Seungkwan asks. âShouldnât he be with- I donât know⌠someone his own age? How old was he again?â
âMid to late thirties- and thereâs a reason for it actually. He mentioned a fiance who wanted kids- I think women âhis ageâ are all looking for a family, but heâs very⌠invested in his work,â you explain.
 âOh. Huh.â You listen to the cogs in Seungkwanâs brain turning. âSo- I guess he just wants a sugar baby to work around his busy schedule?â
âHeâs looking for a companion-â you say, âbut, you know, someone who can handle the fact that his work comes first.âÂ
âRight.â A beat, then; âSo did you guys talk money?âÂ
âSeungkwan!â
âWhat!?â he yells back. âQuit beating around the bush!âÂ
âHe didnât just- whip a wad of cash out and give it to me,â you laugh. âHe paid for everything of course, and we agreed to discuss a contract over drinks-â
âWhen?â
âActually-â you look down at your phone, which has just buzzed, scanning the new text. âCoincidently, heâs texting me now.â
âOooh! Whatâs he saying?!âÂ
âHe said, âI really enjoyed your company last night. Would you like to join me for drinks tomorrow at eight?ââÂ
âWow, this dude works fast- are you sure you didnât suck him off or anything?â
âSeungkwan!âÂ
âI just mean- two dates in three days- this is fast.â
âYeah well,â you shrug while texting out a confirmation response for Seungcheol, âif youâd seen Mr. Choi in person, youâd be hoping things go fast too.â
âIs he really that sexy? This isnât just- your old man kink?â
âI dont have an old man kink-â
âSure you donât.â
You groan. âSeungkwan, just trust me. This man-â you swallow thickly, âhe could choke me out- and Iâd say thank you daddy.â
âRight, but letâs hope he doesnât though.âÂ

3: Friday
Part of you isnât surprised that Seungcheol has a study in his home, but another part of you wonders if this man is really someone you should be entertaining, with his shelves of psychology texts and autobiographies written by renowned people in his field- and the framed degrees and papers of certification-
Seungcheol is the real deal; itâs clear as day and reflected in his home.
He gives you a tour of the main floor, moving from the study to the dining room, and despite your ardent attempt at listening- itâs hard to focus.Â
If heâd been godlike in the charcoal tweed suit when youâd first met him- well, you donât even know how to describe how well he fits into a plain white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose strong, bulky forearms- and then thereâs the way the material stretches over his deliciously broad shoulders every time he turns his back to you-
âNow that Iâve given you a small tour, why donât you take a seat,â he says as you enter his kitchen. âAnd Iâll grab us drinks. What are you feeling? Wine, water, beer, champagne-â
âWhatever you think is best,â you tell him, a little overwhelmed by the effect his home is having on you-Â
The effect he is having on you.Â
âI think Iâd like to give you champagne,â he says, turning his back to you to open his fridge.
You find yourself nearly drooling at the brief moments youâre able to gawk at his shoulders again- and when he faces you, your eyes immediately zero in on his hands as they begin to fiddle with the bottle-
âHas anyone ever talked you through opening a bottle of champagne before?â he asks.
Your eyes meet briefly and you feel your skin heat when you admit, ânot really- is there a specific way to do it?â
âIâm not sure if thereâs one specific way,â Seungcheol chuckles a little, looking down at his task. âAt ceremonies, sometimes theyâll use a sword and knock the top of the neck clean off- but for our purposes, and to avoid breaking anything with the cork if it shoots off, I prefer utilizing the cork cage,â he runs his fingers across the metal contraption on top of the bottle. âThe trick is to unwind it most of the way, but keep it on so when you manuever the cork up-â his thumb runs along the seem, working at it- âit pops,â thereâs a loud sound, âbut it gets caught by the cork cage, and then, both are easily removed.â
Heâd done the motion so professionally- a man whoâs opened many a champagne bottle in his time.Â
Seungcheol seems to be an expert of everything - a true wealth of knowledge - and itâs one of the sexiest things youâve ever experienced.Â
You watch him pour two glasses of the bubbly liquid, and then he gingerly slides one across the marble island countertop, âI think youâll enjoy this.â
He watches you with an amused expression while you raise the champagne to your lips, and when your eyes widen at the taste, he grins.
âItâs really good,â you say, toying with the stem of your glass.Â
Now itâs your turn to watch him take a sip- and youâre blown away by how sexy he can be while simply drinking- his adamâs apple bobbing-
You wanna lick his neck.
You wanna lick his neck so bad-
âShould we get down to business?â he asks.
You wanna get down on something- and itâs not business.Â
âEr- yes, we should,â you agree, shifting the way youâre seated on the bar stool at his counter-
Your panties are sticking to your core and itâs a little uncomfortable-Â
You have no idea how this night is going to pan out, no idea if youâll actually end up in his bed- so youâve worn a beautiful, silky, matching set- its one drawback is the way the material sticks to you when youâre even slightly aroused- and youâve been aroused since the moment Seungcheol opened the door to his home and invited you in.
âSince this is a contract weâre making together, I held myself back from writing one up,â he explains. âI was thinking we could discuss it verbally, and Iâll write up a copy of what weâve talked about after you go home tonight-âÂ
You feel your expression fall a little and Seungcheol pauses, expert eyes assessing you.Â
âIs something wrong?â he asks.
âNo,â you assure him, swallowing thickly and averting your gaze, âthat sounds like a good idea.â
There are a few more moments of silence, and then Seungcheol rests both hands on the countertop, leaning forward, voice dipping when he says, âDarling, as much as Iâd love for you to stay over tonight, I promised myself I wouldnât fuck you until the third date.âÂ
Your skin feels electrified, and you gawk at the gorgeous man, who looks down at you with an amused grin.
You nearly shock yourself when the words âwhy not?â tumble past your lips, and his affectionate smile widens at your question.
âWeâve hardly discussed expectations,â he answers smoothly. âIt would be⌠unwise for me to skip those important steps, to give you time to consider your options.â
âMy options?â
âI am older than you,â he points out, âand thereâs still a chance you might decide you want someone who can give you more of his time. I want you to be sure about all of this.â
âI am sure,â you insist.
âYou think you are,â he muses, bringing his champagne to his lips, âbut until you see a finalized document, you shouldnât be agreeing to anything.â
âYou wonât hurt me-â you tell him, âI trust you.â
âAlthough we only just met,â he points out. âIf you trust me at all, trust in this process, okay, Sweetheart?â
You swallow any words of insistence that threaten to bubble up out of you, nodding and taking a sip of your own drink.
âSo,â he lets out a sigh, âwe discussed a few of my expectations when we first met, do you remember what they were?â
âYou were looking for a companion of sorts, who could manage you being at work frequently,â you respond, feeling pleased when he nods and smiles at you. âSomeone to meet up with once or twice a week.â
âVery good, Angel,â he praises you. âWhile itâs implied, Iâd like to solidify what you might call a key condition.â
Youâre practically on the edge of your seat, waiting for him to continue, your interest piqued.
âAny contract youâd sign would come with a loyalty clause.â He pauses for a moment, eyes searching your own. âDo you understand what that entails?â
âI think so,â you nod. âIt would be an agreement that while Iâm seeing you, I wouldnât be entertaining anyone else. Weâd be exclusive.â
âThatâs my smart girl,â he smiles. âEven though I donât have much time for you, Iâd provide for you to live comfortably when Iâm not around, in the hopes that, when we are together, weâre both committed to making the best of it.âÂ
You love the way that sounds.
âWhich brings me to my next point,â he continues, âmonthly allowances. Iâll cover your food, rent, utilities- anything you need, and provide extra spending money for clothing, jewelry, etcetera.âÂ
âWow, thatâs-â you feel your eyes widening, âthatâs very generous of you.â
âItâs really not,â he insists. âYouâre a beautiful, bright, young woman, and youâre agreeing to be a companion to some middle aged psych nut who hardly has enough time for you-â you both laugh a little at the way he refers to himself, âcompensation is a must.â
You have to stop yourself from happily chirping an âif you say so daddyâ at the man that is so close to becoming everything youâve ever wanted for yourself-
âOn top of our one-on-one interactions,â Seungcheol says, âIâd also like for you to accompany me to professional events, but Iâd need you to be discreet. On top of a loyalty clause, I might have you sign a nondisclosure act- how does that sound to you?â
You consider it for a moment. âIâm not the type to go tell people about my personal life- and other than my best friend, no one even knows I was on the sugar site-â
âYour friend who loves Marilyn Monroe and bleaches his hair?â Seungcheol asks with an amused expression.
âYou remembered-â you laugh, heart warming to know how many details heâs held onto in regard to your first meeting.
âThe NDA can exclude your close friend, we all need a confidant.â
âThank you,â you swallow, âI think- if it allows me to talk to Seungkwan, signing a NDA would be okay.â
âPerfect,â Seungcheol nods, drinking the last of his champagne. âWeâve covered a few of the most important parts of an agreement, so I think maybe now is a good time to grab another important document that I need you to look over.â
âOh?â
âStay here for a moment, Iâll be right back,â Seungcheol assures you, flashing you a quick wink before exiting the kitchen.
Itâs almost torturous to be alone anywhere in Seungcheolâs home without him, and part of you is inclined to follow him around like a lost, needy puppy-
You finish your drink while you wait, taking breaths to calm yourself, afterall, heâd said he wouldnât be fucking you tonight- therefore, thereâs not much for you to worry about.
Seungcheol returns shortly, holding a dark leather file folder, which he offers to you.
âWhatâs this?â you ask, not wanting to open it without being prompted to- but your curiosity is as high as ever.
âSeparate from our sugar agreement, this is a bdsm contract. It has a list of kinks and other things, as well as a section for you to fill out, detailing what youâre comfortable - and more importantly - what youâre uncomfortable with. Iâd like you to take it home, look it over, and if you have any questions, let me know.â
âRight-â you stand up, holding the file folder to your chest-
Any words that you were thinking of saying disappear when you look up at Seungcheol, once more marveling at your size difference and how beautiful he is-
âYouâre easily distractable,â he grins, pinching at your chin gently, âarenât you, Angel?â
âYes sir,â you mumble-
Easily dazed too.
âMy driver will take you home now,â the (much too sexy) psychologist tells you. âHis name is Seokmin, youâll probably have to remind him to give you his number. Heâll be available to you from now on if you need to go anywhere.â
âYou have a driver?â you blink- shocked at how heâs able to afford all of this-
You realize he must come from old money- and youâre appalled you hadnât noticed it before.
He doesnât carry himself in the way a man whoâd made a name for himself would- he has an air of confidence- a confidence that runs deep and is backed up by family money.
âYes, darling,â Seungcheol grins, âwe have a driver.â

4: Saturday
Youâve always loved having movie night with your best friend, but tonight, heâs not interested in movies. Seungkwan is easily distractable - a little like you, you suppose - and when youâd arrived over an hour ago, heâd immediately insisted on knowing every detail about your experience with the man he now refers to as âPsych daddy.â
On top of being distractable, Seunkwan is easy to please, and you manage to avoid mentioning the BDSM contract for a good long while, instead focusing on Seungcheolâs hot driver, who Seungkwan finds on instagram within five minutes.
âNo way- first Psych Daddy is a ten out of ten, and now his driver is hot too?â Seungkwan bellows while mad scrolling through Seokminâs profile. âAre you sure weâre not in some weird porn dream? Youâre not gonna get tag teamed are you?â
âSeungkwan!â you scream, gently smacking him across the shoulder in shock.
âWe were both thinking it!â he insists, shoving you back.
âIâll have you know that we were not both thinking it,â you state with just as much certainty.Â
âBut you mentioned how nice the guy was when he dropped you off last night and we called for like five minutes before you hung up on me to go to bed!â
âYeah, in the context that Seungcheol is really nice to everyone that works for him, despite being-â
âOne of the youngest, sexiest psych daddies in the city, yeah, yeah-â Seungkwan waves his hand, âStop rubbing it in.â
âHave you been researching my boyfriend again?â you ask, thoroughly amused.
âBoyfriend?â Seunkwan eyes you up and down, sneering. âIs that what we call dom daddies now?âÂ
âIf he makes you sign a loyalty clause and a NDA, I think I can call him whatever I want, canât I?â you point out. âAnd you avoided my question- youâve definitely been googling Cheol again.â
âBeen googling myself to pictures of pysch daddy-â Seungkwan says suggestively before asking, âHe made you sign an NDA?â
âNot yet,â you sigh, âand donât worry, weâve discussed it and it will exclude you- I can tell you anything I want to.â
âShit, did you tell him my name? Do you think heâll accept me as a patient if he knows Iâm your best friend?â
âSince when do you need a psychologist?â you laugh.
âUh,â Seungkwanâs brows raise, âBestie, have you seen my life? I definitely need someone to confide in who knows what the fuck heâs talking about.â
âOuch,â you touch your heart, pretending to be wounded. âSince when did you not like crack gremlin advice?â
âSince you put down your crack gremlin hat and became a sugar baby to a hot psychologist,â Seungkwan sighs, taking one last look at Seokminâs grinning face before he puts his phone down and focuses entirely on you. âBut go back a few steps and talk to me about this loyalty clause- psych daddy sends you home with a ton of papers to sign, huh?â
âMore than you could imagine.â
Your best friend looks you up and down with suspicion, brow raising in a silent prompt for more info.
When you remain quiet, Seungkwan sighs. âFine, donât tell me,â but after a beat, he asks, âWas it a sex list or something?â
Youâre always stunned by how intuitive your best friend can be.
Upon reading your reaction, Seungkwanâs eyes widen and he grabs at your arm, nearly jumping with excitement. âNo way!â he yells in your ear. âHe did send you home with a sex list! Show me, show me, show me!âÂ
You look to your bag and before you can even reach for it, Seungkwan is darting past you and retrieving the papers. âHoly shit-â he breathes, scanning the document with eyes full of something like perverted excitement. âA checklist for kinks?â
âYup.â
âChoking, yes. Spanking, fuck yeah- bondage-â he grins at you, âlooks like someoneâs a little slut for psych daddy.â
âOh my god,â you groan, reaching for the papers, but he launches himself off the couch to evade you. âIf youâre gonna be like this, I donât want to show you.â
âFine, Iâll be nice,â Seungkwan says, but heâs still reading the list, and his voice is lacking any real sincerity. âOkay so most of these are straightforward-â
âYou watch way too much porn,â you sigh.
He practically growls at you. âAs I was saying- most of these are straightforward, and youâve filled out the ones I would have expected you to- but some of these are things even I have never heard of- like, what the fuck isâŚâ he carefully sounds out the next word, âQuirofilia?â
âHonestly- the ones I didnât know about, I just sort of skipped over, hoping maybe you would know- butâŚâ you canât stop the sly grin that works its way onto your lips, âI guess Cheol did say I could call him if I had any questionsâŚâ
âAt this point, itâs almost like this list is purposefully vague on some kinks-â Seungkwan sighs, joining you on the couch again. âI bet Psych daddy has been waiting for you to call him for extra clarification.â
âWe could google it,â you point out.
âDefinitely not,â Seungkwan says quickly. âCall daddy, and put him on speaker.â
âOh, so heâs just daddy now?â you tease, pulling out your phone.Â
âCall him.â
âHmm⌠maybe Iâll text,â you decide. âHe could be busy.â
âThatâs no fun,â Seunkwan whines, pouting out his lower lip.
âToo bad,â you tell him, typing in a quick message. âI said, âhey, whenever you have time, I have a few questions about some of the terms on the kink list.ââ
âAdd a smiley face,â your friend urges, âso he knows itâs like- good questions.â
You add a happy emoji, and hit send. Then you put your phone down, reaching for the papers from Seungkwan.Â
âHe might not answer anytime soon-â you say- just as your phone buzzes the familiar ringtone that youâve only given to one person.
Both you and Seungkwan stare at your ringing phone, and then your best friend grins at you.Â
âThis guy is so whipped for you itâs crazy- are you sure you havenât sucked his dick?â
âOh my god stop!â you groan, âand be quiet or I canât answer-â
âIâll be quiet,â he insists, pretending to lock his mouth shut and throw away the key.
With one final warning glare, you turn your focus to your phone, answering the call. âHello?âÂ
âHey, gorgeous,â comes Seungcheolâs unmistakable smooth drawl- god, he makes your mouth fucking water- âSo you got around to looking at the kink list.â
Heâs so god damned confident- and when you look up at Seungkwan, you see heâs just as shook by your new lover as you are.
âUh, yes,â you clear your throat. âThere are just a few terms Iâm unfamiliar with, and- I know I could look them up, but you said to call you if I had questions-â
âOf course Angel, Iâd love to help talk you through it.â
Your panties are wet.
Theyâre wet, and your best friend is nearly falling off the couch from how seductive your new sugar daddy is.
âWhat kinks are you unfamiliar with?â Seungcheol prompts, and you can practically hear him smiling at the way heâs taking your breath away on a freaking phone call-Â
âThereâs this one,â your eyes scan over the word Quirofilia, and you do your best not to mangle it the way Seungkwan had when you relay it to Cheol.
âQuirofilia,â he repeats, teaching you the proper pronunciation with the calm, pleasant tone youâre starting to fall in love with. âItâs another term for a hand kink.â
Now itâs your turn to echo, and you say âA hand kink,â while blinking at your friend.
âYes, angel,â Seungcheol chuckles on the other end. âIf you check off the box for receiving, youâd indicate that youâd be more than comfortable with me touching you frequently. For lack of a better term, it goes hand in hand with a number of other kinks- spanking and choking for example, or finger sucking.â
âAnd for giving?â you question, having already checked off a yes for what heâs just described.
âFor givingâŚâ he clears his throat, âwell, youâd let me pay for you to get manicures- maybe let me choose the colours and styles-â thereâs another pause, then âI have to admit, I did notice that you have nice hands the first night we met.â
âReally?â your heart lurches in your chest and Seungkwan grabs a pillow to bite while listening in on a conversation thatâs getting sexier and sexier- âWhat did you like about them?â
âTheyâre smaller than mine, for one. Iâm sure we can both imagine how pretty theyâd look wrapped around something⌠substantially bigger.âÂ
Your best friend spasms, practically screaming into the pillow, and you canât help the way your own jaw drops at the statement-Â
Are you about to have phone sex with Cheol in front of your best friend?
Do you need to get a room?
âWe can discuss it in detail when I see you next,â Seungcheol says, cutting off your horny thoughts. âAre there any other kinks youâve had trouble with?â
âI mean-â part of you wants to go through the whole list and pretend not to know things just to keep him on the phone- âif weâre going to discuss these all in detail when I see you next- maybe I should just wait till then?â
You canât believe youâre cock blocking yourself just because Seungkwan is here.
âWe can do that,â Seungcheol says smoothly.Â
In the background, you hear someone say his name, and you find yourself asking, âdid I catch you at a bad time?â suddenly worried youâve interrupted something important.
âOf course not, angel, I wouldnât have called you if I couldnât step away for a few minutes.â Thereâs a pause then, âIâm at a conference this weekend, flew out this morning.â
âOh,â your heart deflates a little.
âI was tempted to invite you,â Seungcheol says, calming the uneasiness youâre feeling. âBut seeing as youâve not signed anything, and I already had plans with colleagues, I figured this wouldnât be the best first trip to take you on.â
This excites you again. âDo you have somewhere specific in mind for a first trip?â
âSomewhere warm,â he answers smoothly, a small chuckle following a moment later. âAnyways, I wonât be that available tomorrow, you caught me at a good moment tonight.â
âWell⌠will you be back on Monday?â you question.
Another small laugh, then, âAre you that eager to see me, gorgeous?â
âMaybe.â You eye Seungkwan whoâs still screaming into the pillow. âBut I mean- I remember what you said about needing a sugar baby that fits your schedule, so, I donât want to pressure you to see me the day you get back from a work conference-â
âThatâs very thoughtful of you, angel,â his smooth voice calms your anxieties. âI do have quite a busy week, a few things arenât pinned down yet, can I let you know when I have more details?â
âYes, of course-â you bite at your lip. âI should let you get back to your colleagues- thanks for calling me and talking me through uh- Quirofilia.â
You hear him take a deep breath, and then, Seungcheol lets out something like a groan- âIâm tempted to ask what you checked off for it.â
His words go straight to your pussy and after a moment of silence you ask, âDo you want me to tell you?â
âNo,â he responds, âIt will give me something to think about tonight if you donât tell me.â
âOkay,â you grin at the way heâs toying with himself- ego fuelled by the idea of him thinking about you- âIâm excited to talk more about this with you when I see you next.â
âMe too, angel.â
âHave a great time at your conference daddy.âÂ
You slap a hand over your mouth, eyes widening at the way the term of endearment just slipped out of you-
Seungcheol lets out a deep sigh that betrays how much the word has affected him, and he sounds less composed than normal when he says, âThank you, precious, enjoy your evening.â
You hang up, and as soon as you have, Seungkwan goes ballistic, practically pouncing at you while screaming, âThat was too sexy! You guys are too sexy, what the hell!?â
Laughing at his antics is easy- pretending your panties arenât ruined is another story.

5: Sunday
The ringtone that makes your whole body tingle with anticipation is becoming more and more familiar, and you practically launch yourself across your bed to answer your phone.
âHi.â
A small chuckle, and a breath, then, âHey you.â
âHow's your conference going?â you ask, having not expected to hear from Cheol today.
âGood. Itâs over, we finished the last meet up just before dinner. What are you up to?â
You grin to yourself, playing with the book in your lap. âIâm reading your most recent publication.â
âMy most recent publication?â you can hear him smiling now too, and you enjoy the way he teases your choice of phrase. âSince when were you going out and buying my books, darling?â
âSince I saw how many youâve done- when you showed me your library. I went out this morning and got two.â
âYou could have asked, and I would have given you them for free⌠with a detailed note from the author.âÂ
âI was eager to begin reading,â you admit. âAnd youâre so busy- Iâm still not sure when Iâm seeing you next.â
âThatâs actually why I called. I took a look at my schedule, and Iâve got options for you.â
âOoh! I love options.âÂ
Another smile you can hear through the phone, and your heart beats a little faster.Â
âI can see you alone on Friday, itâs the earliest day I have available- but if youâd like, you can accompany me to a get-together with my work colleagues on Wednesday. I know you havenât signed any papers and we havenât discussed anything in detail yet but⌠I have a good feeling about you, angel, and Iâd enjoy having you there.â
âThen of course Iâll go with you to the get-together,â you announce, grinning like a school girl at the inklings of praise he bestows on you.
âThatâs wonderful news, gorgeous.â - you love it when he calls you pretty pet names - âIâm sorry that this call canât be longer- but Iâll see you Wednesday- and Iâm sure Iâll find a reason to call you before then.â
âYes, please.âÂ
He laughs, and the sound has your core buzzing with interest- how the hell is Seungcheol so sexy without even trying?
âHave a good night, angel, and donât read too much of my book- theyâre all depressing.â
âTheyâre informative,â you insist. âHave a wonderful night Cheol, and thanks for calling.â

6: Monday
âHi.âÂ
Youâve gotta stop answering your phone with a full grin- but every time Seungcheol calls you, you canât help but get warm and fuzzy all over.
âHi, angel.âÂ
And wet. Wet all over.Â
Wet where it counts.
âI was just thinking about you,â you confess, toying with the page of his book that youâve been reading.
âFunny, I was just thinking about you,â he responds, âand I have been, all day. Itâs quite distracting actually.â
âReally?â Your heart leaps again.
âI was thinking about getting you something to wear to the party on Wednesday- was going to get Seokmin to drop it off at your place, but then⌠I realized how much Iâd rather see you and give you the dress in person, to see your reaction.â
This man gives you full on heart palpitations- and it takes everything in you to clear your throat and ask, âso does this mean Iâll see you before Wednesday, or?â
âI mean⌠I donât want to assume youâre free every night- but if youâre not otherwise busy tomorrow-â
âI always have time for you daddy,â you smile, âand Iâll sign a contract to prove it.â
He lets out a shaky breath, and you love that youâre having an effect on him. âThatâs good to hear sweetheart. Iâll move a few things around. How does seven sound?â
âSeven sounds perfect.â
âAnd it will be a longer stay this time. I know I kept our last interaction at my home brief- but if you bring all the documents I gave you, we canâŚâ he clears his throat, âdiscuss them in full, tomorrow, if youâd likeâ
âIâd love that,â you admit.
âSeokmin will be at your place to pick you up at seven then, angel. I canât wait to see you.â
âI canât wait either.â

7: Tuesday
Seungcheol is a man who strives for perfection. From his home and work, all the way down to the pretty present heâs gotten for you, the box wrapped in a golden bow-
And when you open your gift to reveal an expensive red fabric just itching to be touched- you think thereâs a possibility that you might very much be in love with the psychologist already.
âItâs beautiful-â you breathe, pulling the silky garment from its box to assess the length and style.
âYou were wearing red when we first met,â Seungcheol tells you, âI thought to myself that Iâd never seen such a gorgeous girl- when I invited you to the gettogether tomorrow, I knew there was only one colour I truly wanted to see you in.â
Your heart is having palpitations, you swear-Â
âDo you-â you swallow thickly, looking up at him, âdo you want me to try it on for you now?âÂ
Itâs his turn to take a shaky breath, and after a stagnant pause, he shakes his head, âNo. I think Iâd like to be surprised tomorrow- besides, after we get done looking over the papers and contracts, I feel as if weâd both prefer you to be taking off clothes rather than putting them on.âÂ
Heâs right about that.
You only wish youâd known about his affinity for the color red before youâd chosen a black lingerie set, knowing that tonight would be the night heâd finally strip you bare-
You canât wait for him to fuck you. You honestly canât- and all these paper signings- theyâre just a formality for you.Â
As far as youâre concerned, Cheol is the one- or at least, he could be the one.Â
Or maybe heâs just the âfor now,â but regardless, for now, you want to be ravenously fucking him-
âMy easily distractable darling,â he gently pinches at your chin, pulling you from your dirty thoughts. âLetâs see the papers.â
After putting the dress back in its box, you grab the purse youâd arrived with. Itâs large enough to hold the folder with the documents, which you pull out next, setting it down on Seungcheolâs kitchen counter.Â
âI see youâve printed out the other documents I sent you since we last met,â he says, and you can hear the pride in his voice that youâd gone a step above and beyond what heâd asked of you.Â
After your last date, wherein youâd gotten the kink list, heâd sent you an email with a link to a contractual pdf. Once youâd gone over the contract in detail on your computer, youâd printed it out, eager to sign your name- but youâd been patient, knowing heâd probably want to witness your signature being jotted down on the dotted line.
âIâm ready to sign them,â you tell him, also pulling a pen out of your purse-
âEager angel,â he smiles, taking the seat on the barstool next to yours. âAre you sure you donât want to read it all over one more time?â
âIâm sure,â you tell him, angling your body towards his and fiddling with your pen.Â
âAlright,â Seungcheol nods, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down, his forearms flexing. âHow about you let me sign first, then you can do your own signature.â
You hold out your pen, which he accepts, and you watch the way he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose when he looks down at the contract. His eyes scan over the document, and a moment later, the ballpoint pen is gliding languidly across the dotted line, his signature solidified in a binding agreement.Â
âThere we go,â he says smoothly, holding the pen out for you to take.
Within seconds, two signatures are on the contract, and your heart is racing just a little faster in anticipation of whatâs to come next.
âAnd now to look over your kink list,â Seungcheol breathes, moving the signed papers to the side.Â
Your heart lurches when he picks up the sheet youâve filled in, and you stay silent while his eyes move over each line of information.Â
âAs much as these all interest me,â he says, âIâm pleased to see youâve checked off giving and receiving for quirofilia.â His large hand moves to rest on top of your thigh, and he gives you a gentle squeeze, eyes shifting from the paper to your own. âWill you allow me to book a manicure for you tomorrow? In preparation for the get-together?â
âYes, please,â you rest your hand on top of his own.
âWeâll have to get your nails matching your new dress,â he tells you smoothly, setting the paper down in favour of pushing a strand of hair away from your face, his index finger gently gliding past your cheekbone. âAnd there will be another present for you tomorrow.â
âAnother?â youâre nearly dizzy from how well he treats you-
âAnother,â he confirms, taking off his glasses to set down before standing from the bar stool.Â
âAre you going to tell me what it is?â you ask, allowing him to prompt you to your own feet, both of his hands gently capturing your own.
Seungcheol gives his head a small shake, a smile on his lips when he responds with a âno.â
Something inside of you deflates slightly at the fact that heâs withholding information from you, and you canât help the way you pout your lower lip out - just a little - in an effort to perhaps make him change his mind-
âCome on, angel,â Seungcheol laughs, pinching your chin and forcing you to look up at him. His dark chocolate colored eyes are swimming with adoration, and his small half smile is breathtaking- âyou can be patient for one more day, canât you?â
âDepends what for,â you admit, reaching your free hand out to hook your fingers in the front of his belt, pulling yourself closer to the man whoâs as solid as any brick wall youâve ever seen-
âPatience for the next present,â he clarifies, gaze dipping down to your lips as you move even closer to him- ânot for anything else.â
âPromise?â you ask, pushing onto your tip toes- mouths even closer-
âPromise,â Seungcheol says, finally closing the distance between you.
His lips are soft- heâs a gentleman, and his hand moves from your chin to be cupping the nape of your neck, the other smoothing down to the small of your back.Â
Itâs chaste kissing- too chaste for you, and you wrap your arms around the back of his own neck, pressing your chest up against his.
You donât want any more distance between you, and you especially donât want to wait any longer for this man to fuck the ever-loving shit out of you.
âCheol-â you groan, allowing him to tilt your head and slide his tongue along your lower lip.
âYes, angel?â His voice is so deep and sexy, the vibrations of it going straight through from his chest to your own and then down to your tingling core-
âDaddy, please-âÂ
âI would ask you to use your words, but now that youâve filled out your kink list-â he swallows thickly, gently pressing his forehead to yours, âI think I have a pretty good idea of what youâd enjoy.â
In the back of your mind, you remember that youâd said yes to most of the kinks on the list- so youâre not sure how - exactly - heâs going to narrow it down and decide on what to do to you today- but thereâs another part of you that trusts him fully.
Tonight is going to be a night to remember, regardless of what kinks he fulfills for you.
âWait-â your hands move from his strong shoulders to the front of his dress shirt, toying with the buttons there, âI never saw your kink list.â
âWould you like to?â
You nod.
âAnother time then,â Seungcheol says smoothly, âtonight, I want to take care of you. Howâs that sound?â
âSounds good,â you admit, tugging on his shirt in an effort to pull him closer.
With a smile, Seungcheol concedes, lips finding yours again.Â
Instead of being as chaste as he had at the start, with each brush of your mouths against each other, heâs becoming more bold, gently testing your limits-
Little does he know that when it comes to him, you have no hard limits.
He could talk you into just about anything- but part of you knows heâd never really try to talk you into much, which is one of the reasons why youâre so open for him.
As he kisses you harder, and you tug him even closer, you realize youâre practically trying to climb him- and in one motion, Seungcheol bends down and lifts you into his arms bridal style, being mindful of the black dress still adorning your body.
âIâm going to take you to my bedroom now,â he tells you, and you take the opportunity to begin speckling his neck and underjaw in kisses, your hands tugging and toying with the fabric covering his broad shoulders.Â
Itâs so easy to become lost in him- his gentle, calming aura truly overtakes you, and now that youâre contractually under his protection - both financially and romantically - nothing else does matter-Â
Nothing except him.
You want to make Seungcheol happy- and you note his reactions, note the way he releases a shuddery breath when you find a sensitive spot just under his ear- your tongue dipping out to taste his skin while you press kisses there-
âOkay, angel,â he sighs, âtime to set you down.âÂ
He places you gently onto his bed before straightening to look at you.Â
Seungcheol has always been tall and broad- but towering over you at the foot of his bed while you lay there with soaked panties takes him to new heights - literally - and you find yourself practically drooling- sitting up in an effort to get close to him again-
âNuh uh uh,â he tuts, pressing one knee onto the mattress between your legs. âLift your arms so I can take this dress off of you, and then lay back down for me, yeah?â
You follow through with his request gladly, allowing him to strip you of your dress before you flatten against his bed again, looking up at him with a lustful wonder that youâve never truly experienced.
âThereâs my pretty girl,â Seungcheol says smoothly, discarding your dress before looking down at you with appreciative eyes- eyes that finally take in some of your best features, gliding across your breasts and the lingerie set youâre wearing- âYou dressed up for me,â he notes.
âOf course, daddy,â you sigh, reaching for him when he presses his other knee onto the bed, âwanted to look good for you.â
âYou always look good,â he tells you, flattening his form over your own, one hand pressed to the mattress next to your head while the other gently grasps your jaw. âMy pretty little angel,â he says, breath fanning across your skin before his lips find your own.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and looking for friction between your thighs-
A moan slips out of you when you feel his cock, pressing against the front of his pants deliciously-
Seungcheol chuckles into your kiss before pulling away from you, his lips moving to your neck-Â
âSo sensitive, baby,â he says, rutting forward ever so slightly- cock dragging past your panty-clad core and making you groan again. âWhen was the last time you were properly touched?â
âItâs been a while,â you admit, swallowing thickly and lacing your fingers through Seungcheolâs hair while he kisses down to the swell of your breasts, still captured in your bra.Â
âWell, weâre going to change that.â
âWe better,â you retort, back already arching off the bed to give him access to the clasp of your bra- which he undoes with deft fingers. âTake it off- please-â
The garment slips off of you easily, and Seungcheol tosses it to join your dress on the floor before his large, warm hand is cupping your breast, lips attaching to one nipple while his fingers toy with the other.
Small gasps of ecstasy escape you, filling the room with your whimpery sounds of need.
Your new lover focuses on your breasts in a way that begins to make you frustrated, your pussy clenching with untouched desire- and the feeling of Seungcheolâs muscled shoulders is almost too much for your hands, which canât help but explore his body-
âPlease-â you moan, shifting your hips up, eager for him to grind down on you again-
The hand on your breast is removed, and it slips between your bodies, two fingers pressing to your pussy through your panties.Â
You release a whimper, body shuddering at the small stimulus on your clit-
âYour panties are soaked, angel,â he says, releasing your breast in favor of looking down at you again. âDo you really need me that much?âÂ
âI do,â you tell him sincerely, once more tugging at the front of his shirt. âI need you so bad-â
Your fingers begin to undo his buttons, but your motions are shaky, especially as he rubs your core harder, teasing you through your panties-
âPlease- just take them off,â you groan. âTake it all off-â
Seungcheol grins, âIf you insist,â and then heâs pulling away from you, leaving you cold and desperate, your hands trying to follow him-
But then you stop, zoning in on the way his own nimble fingers undo the buttons of his shirt-
And then heâs shrugging the fabric off, revealing a chiseled torso and an abdomen that you could wash clothes on-
âYouâre so-â you groan, unable to even believe youâd found a man like this on a sugar dating site.
âIâm soâŚâ he looks at you with a cocked brow, kneeling between your legs, his hands finding your thighs and smoothing down against your skin.
âYouâre everything,â you tell him, unable to think through much else.
The complement works, and Seungcheolâs smile widens. âThank you, angel,â he says. âDaddyâs going to eat you now.â
Youâre so overwhelmed- in the best of ways- that you hardly even hear Seungkwanâs voice in the back of your mind screaming âhannibal the cannibal, bitch!âÂ
Your best friend had been so wrong about Seungcheol- who gets down onto his knees at the foot of the bed, dragging you closer before hooking his fingers in your panties-
You lift your hips, allowing him to tug the fabric from your form, leaving you completely naked-
Seungcheol releases a breath that fans over your pussy, his lips pressing a wet kiss on your inner thigh.
âYouâre so perfect,â he says, teeth grazing past your skin before he finally brings his mouth where you need him most.
You canât help but reach down and tangle your fingers through his hair, determined to keep him between your thighs-
And he doesnât disappoint, tongue licking you up and down, pressing through your pussy lips and dipping into your core, nose brushing by your clit-
âCheol-â you whimper, toes curling at the sensation.
Youâve been eaten out before, but youâve never been as into a man as you are with Seungcheol, and every brush of him against you has you practically whining and tingling with ecstasy.
Youâd never thought sex could be this good- and he hasnât even fucked you yet.
His tongue is nothing compared to what his cock is going to feel like- but his mouth alone is bringing you shockingly close to your high, devastatingly fast.Â
Seungcheol releases a groan against your pussy, pulling away just enough to ask âclose already, angel?â
âMmm- yes,â you whimper, tightening your grip in his hair on an effort to bring him back to your pussy.
âYou can cum, just- let me know,â he tells you, tongue returning to your aching hole, lapping at you for all youâre worth-
You find your eyes closing, your head resting back against his bed while his ministrations work you closer and closer to the edge-
One of your feet drags along his strong back, your legs threatening to close around his head as your sounds of pleasure begin to tumble out of you uncensored, filling the room-
Seungcheol presses his face against you even harder, lips wrapping around your clit-
âCheol- Iâm gonna-â you whine, breaths becoming irregular as you get closer and closer to cloud nine- âoh my god-â you reach the peak of pleasure, and a gasped âdaddyâ escapes you as youâre consumed with your orgasm, quivering legs trying to close around Seungcheol-
But two hands land on your inner thighs, forcing you open for the man who eats you through your high like heâs been starved-Â
Perhaps you both have.
You havenât felt something this good in- maybe ever, and all youâre able to do is tug on his hair, moan loudly, and rut your hips against his face while you feel him tingling through every fiber of your being.
Seungcheol works you through your entire orgasm and then some, until your legs feel like jelly from being tensed, and you can hardly breathe correctly. Then, he pulls away from you slowly, pressing kisses along your inner thigh-
You open your eyes to look down at him, and youâre met with a visual that has you getting wet all over again.Â
The gorgeous man between your legs, wipes his thumb across his lower lip, collecting whatâs there and slipping it into his mouth, releasing a groan that has you practically twitching-Â
His pupils are blown with interest, and heâs breathing just as heavily as you are.
He stands up, towering over you once more.
Seungcheol swallows thickly, running a hand through his hair. âIâm guessing from the way you checked off cum play and breeding kink that youâre on some sort of contraceptive?â
You release a small laugh- no man has ever used the word contraceptive in the bedroom with you before. Cheol is so sexy with his fancy words-
âHey,â he gently taps your inner thigh again, âare you alright?â
âYes, I-â you take a breath, âsorry, Iâm just-â you canât help but reach for him, making something like grabby hands in the air.
âIâll give you a second to come down a bit more,â he concedes, returning between your legs, holding himself just over your body while you attempt to latch onto him, ankles crossing behind his back to lock him in- âYou really havenât been properly touched in a while,â he notes, brushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear.Â
âNo,â you agree, âI havenât.âÂ
You cup his face, eager for his lips to be on yours, but he holds just out of your reach, grinning down at you. âAlmost ready to answer my question?â
You nod, taking a breath before telling him, âIâm on the pill.â
âLucky us,â Seungcheol says, bypassing your lips in favour of pressing a kiss to your neck, just above your fluttering pulse point. âHow are you feeling?â
âGood,â you admit, letting out a deep sigh- âneedy.â
Seungcheol releases a small groan, and he pushes his hips forward, teasing your bare core with the front of his dress pants- âYeah?âÂ
âPlease-â you tug gently at his hair, âstop teasing me.â
âJust trying to let you take a breath,â he retorts.
âI donât want to breathe,â you say stubbornly, âI want you.âÂ
He lets out a chuckle, and you find yourself wanting to prove how much you want him.Â
Thereâs no way in hell that youâll be able to dominate Seungcheol, heâs as sturdy as a bear laying on top of you, but when you push at his shoulders, he relents, allowing you to roll him onto his back so youâre now the one on top.
He blinks up at you, lips parting-
âDidnât expect this, did you, daddy?â you ask, placing your palms flat on his chest while adjusting the way youâre seated, capturing his cock between your bodies-
Seungcheol sits up abruptly- and you almost think heâs going to say something, but instead, he presses his lips to yours, capturing the nape of your neck with his hand so you canât move away.Â
His kiss is hungry, tongue gliding past your own and earning a mewl of pleasure- your hips rock slightly, and youâre immediately aggrieved to be reminded that he still has pants on.
âWant you naked,â you tell him between kisses, âwant to taste you-â
Now itâs his turn to let out a groan of eager delight, and he lets go of his hold on your neck, pulling away from your lips to look you in the eyes while he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging ever so slightly to have your head arching back- âYou sure about that?â
âGod, yes-â you moan, licking your lips-
âThen go ahead, angel,â Seungcheol says, releasing you. âDo whatever your heart desires, and if you get tired, let daddy know so he can take over again.â
Youâve never been wetter in your life. Nor have you ever shimmied down a manâs body and wrestled with his pants so quick, but with Seungcheol, thatâs precisely what you do, and within no time at all, you have your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock.
Heâs girthy- and you can just imagine how good the stretch of him is going to feel-Â
Youâre practically drooling on him, bobbing your head up and down while he pushes your hair out of your face, releasing a groan and a âthatâs it, angelâ that eggs you on even more.
Youâre aware that you donât want to make him cum like this- this is just you returning the favour before riding him-Â
God, you want to ride him so bad- like youâve never wanted to ride any man in your whole entire life.
âFuck-âÂ
Itâs the first swearword youâve ever heard come out of Seungcheolâs mouth, and it goes straight to your pussy, which clenches around nothing, your mouth slipping down far enough on his cock that you choke-
âCareful, darling,â the hand in your hair tugs you off his cock, and you take a gasp of air, sneaking a glance up at the man who has you going feral-
âI wanna ride you.â
âLike I said, do whatever your heart desires,â comes his almost casual response-
This man is going to be the death of you.
Death by psychologist cock.
Before you can even think a coherent sentence, youâre straddling Seungcheolâs hips, adjusting his cock to fit snuggly against your core, and sinking down on him, filling yourself inch by delicious inch until youâre sat atop him like a queen on her throne.
His hands find your waist, and you both release sounds of pleasure, your eyes closing to enjoy the feeling of being perfectly full for just a moment before you begin to move-
âFeels good, huh?â he prompts, squeezing your hips gently.
âFeels fucking fantastic,â you tell him- swear words be damned.
Your hands find his strong chest, and you lean over him, connecting your lips while you take a test thrust, bouncing just slightly on his cock-
The feeling is enough to have you both groaning into each otherâs mouths, Seungcheol cupping the side of your face while he gently bites at your lower lip-
Youâre not used to being on top- and it feels obvious in the shallow way youâre riding him, too distracted in kissing to give either motion your full attention-
But that doesnât matter, because Seungcheol is rutting up to meet you, matching your slow pace and helping you find a steady rhythm with the hand still on your hip, guiding you as you begin to bounce.
It feels like heaven to be fucking Choi Seungcheol- feels like nothing you could have ever imagined.Â
You find yourself getting lost in him, working on autopilot with one destination in mind: orgasmic pleasure, and with each thrust of his hips to meet you, he helps you get closer.
âFuck, Cheol-â you groan, tearing your lips from his to take a breath, burying your face against his neck while your thighs burn from effort- âDaddy, please- please, fuck me-â
Thatâs all you need to say to get him to take over, flipping you onto your back so he can regain the top position. He captures your hands, raising them over your head where he can lock your wrists together in his strong grip, then his free digits slip between your bodies, seeking out your clit-
âOh my god,â you moan, eyes closing as youâre overwhelmed in the sensation of him-
âClose already, sweetheart?â he questions, letting out a smug, sexy, little chuckle. âFeels that good?â
âYes- feels so good,â you tell him, ready to say anything he wants you to if it means he fucks you harder-
His fingers draw small quick circles on your clit, and your legs twitch where theyâre wrapped around his waist.
âIâve hardly even fucked you- you can hold it a little longer, canât you darling?â he prompts, nosing at your cheek. âFor me?â
âI can-â you groan as he fucks you harder, âI can try- but- my clit-â
âIs this making it difficult for you?â Seungcheol smiles, relenting ever so slightly and then removing his hand all together in favour of wrapping it around your throat. âThere, is that better?â
He squeezes your airway, and youâre simply unable to speak, unable to do anything but moan like a whore in heat while he fucks you closer and closer to an orgasm youâre desperately trying to hold off for him-
âYou feel-â he lets out a groan, âunbelievable.â
No, he feels unbelievable, and you canât even touch him with your hands still pinned-Â
You think if you could graze your fingers across his strong shoulders youâd cum instantly, so maybe itâs a good thing he has your wrists in his grasp-
âI think I want you to cum now,â he decides, and youâre thankful- only for him to release your throat and rub your clit, which has you whining loudly all over again- âYouâll cum with me, right?â
âGod, daddy- yes!â you whimper- the coil in your stomach clenching as tightly as ever-
Then he releases your wrists, anchoring a hand against your abdomen to keep you down while he works you over the edge- and your own fingers immediately seek out the shoulders that have you dizzy with lust, core clamping down on his cock as youâre high hits you full force.
âCheol-â you whimper, delighted by the way he immediately presses his lips to yours, eagerly eating up your sounds of pleasure and returning them with grunts and groans of his own while fucking you through one of the best orgasms of your entire life.
His tongue dances by yours, teeth teasing past your lip-
Your fingers are in his hair and you can feel him practically everywhere, your entire body alight with wonderful sensations of bliss-
It starts to slow too soon, but every up must have a down, and as his hips lose pace and your sounds lessen, you realize youâre truly, madly, deeply in love with Choi Seungcheol.
And youâve known him for less than a week.

8: Wednesday
âAre you settling in okay?â Boraâs voice pulls you away from your daydreaming, and you tear your eyes off of Seungcheol to focus on the woman whose house youâve been enjoying for much of the evening.
Sheâd been introduced to you as Seungcheolâs colleagueâs wife, and youâve yet to get any one on one with the very pregnant hostess, whose husband, Mingyu, has been circling her like a puppy this entire time.Â
âYes,â you respond, finding your voice, âyou have a very easy home to settle into.â
âI appreciate that,â she smiles, taking the free seat on the sofa next to you, one hand settling over her protruding stomach in a maternal way that makes your heart soften. âIâve been meaning to have a chat with you since you arrived, but both of us seem to have a plus one thatâs attached at the hip.â
Now itâs her turn to look over at Seungcheol and Mingyu, who are huddled around another psychologist friend of theirs, Wonwoo, and his wife, their attention fixed on the youngest member of the housewarming party, a six-month-old baby named Yumi.
âI feel as if Iâm the plus one,â you say.
âDonât be modest,â Bora brushes it off with a smile, âCheol has had his hand on the small of your back for most of the evening. As much as they like to pretend theyâre big shot psychologists, weâre the crutches that get them through the evening.â
You take a moment to consider her words.Â
This is the first event youâve gone to with your new beau, and for much of it, youâve been as intent to stick to Cheolâs side as he has been to yours.
âTrust me,â Bora continues, âgive it a few minutes and theyâll migrate over here to be close to us.â She pauses, then, âMingyu has to get used to being in the living room, a pregnant woman like me needs a good, comfortable seat.â
You both laugh at the way she touches her belly again, pushing it out and relaxing back on the sofa.Â
âHow far along are you?â you ask.Â
Despite already having had dinner and discussion for an hour or two, much of the focus has been on the home and various publications that the four university friends have been working on, with Wonwooâs wife Minji having arrived with Yumi only a short while ago.Â
âEight months,â Bora sighs, continuing to stroke her baby bump. âIâm just about ready to pop. But enough about me and my belly, youâve hardly spoken about yourself- and Cheol is always so focused on work, Iâve yet to get many details out of him, other than the fact that youâre worth skipping book club for. Did you two have a hot date last night?â
Your skin heats with embarrassment- âI didnât know heâd skipped book club for me-â
âItâs a loose arrangement, Tuesdays at seven, Iâm only teasing you,â Bora leans over to nudge you with her shoulder, offering you a sweet smile. âHow did you two meet?â
The nondisclosure agreement pops into your mind like a red warning sign.Â
âErmâŚâ you swallow, âCheol hasnât told you?â
âLike I said, heâs very tight-lipped about it,â Bora explains. âBut- Iâve never known Seungcheol to be a fan of changing his schedule- and the pearl necklace youâre wearing- the dress, your lovely nails- they all seem like gifts to me. Am I right?â
Her husband might be a psychologist, but Bora has just as much of a critical eye. She sees right through you.
âFine, donât tell me,â Bora waves your silence off, âI know Iâm right. Iâll figure you two out.â
âAre you being nosy again, Mrs. Kim?â Vernon, the fourth and quietest man of your new loverâs friend group joins you in the living room, taking a seat on the single chair to your left.
âAlways,â Bora responds with a smile. âWait, Vernon, maybe you know more about this. Y/N is being no fun- Cheol must have told you where and when they met-â
Vernonâs mouth opens in something like recognition-
âAh ha!â Bora exclaims, leaning closer to you, sandwiching you in while she presses for more information. âSo you do know!âÂ
âI do, but-â Vernon looks at you, then he leans in too, his voice dipping to something near a whisper, âAre we allowed to talk about this?â
âAllowed?â Now Bora is even more hooked on finding the truth than before, and her gaze darts between you and the man on your left, who obviously knows at least a few details about you and Seungcheolâs âorigin story.â
Due to the NDA, all you can do is sit there like a fish out of water, and you find yourself looking to Seungcheol, hoping heâll see you in distress and come over to sort things out-
âLetâs just say-â Vernon sighs, giving in to the pregnant womanâs need for information, âY/N, you seem like a great girl- as kind, calm, collected, and smart as Seungcheol told us you were- but, I am shocked he found you on a dating site.â
âA dating site?â Boraâs eyes have widened, and she shuffles closer to you on the couch, jaw dropped. âStop- when I told him to try online dating after his last girlfriend I was honestly joking- everyone knows Tinder is hookup central these days.â
Bora is as inquisitive as anyone youâve ever met, and she checks you and Vernon for your reactions, easily picking up on the shift of energy-
âWait, not tinder?â She pauses, waiting for an answer. When it becomes obvious neither you nor Vernon are going to elaborate, she sighs and sits back a little. âNow that I think of it, tinder is an app, not a site- the only dating sites I can think of online are-â
Itâs like a lightbulb goes off atop her head, and her jaw drops a little more- then sheâs inching in close to you again, whispering as Vernon had done earlier, âYou know what? Now that weâre discussing it- a sugar daddy site would be perfect for Cheol.â
Vernon groans, throwing his hand over his eyes and leaning forward. Itâs clear heâd expected to be able to talk to you in something of vague code without Bora picking up on it- but it seems heâs underestimated the astute woman next to you.Â
âYou guys are horrible at keeping secrets,â Bora grins, sneaking a glance at Seungcheol, whoâs now picked up baby Yumi- âThis is so interesting.âÂ
âThe plot thickens,â you offer, unable to say much more than that.
âOh my god, stop,â Bora says playfully, poking your arm. âObviously thereâs some⌠agreement thatâs been made between you and Cheol, so Iâll try not to prod you for much more information,â she promises, âbut Iâll talk to Cheol and the next time we meet, youâll be able to speak more freely.â
âThe next time we meet?â you ask, wondering how the woman can be so sure of herself in every regard.
âWeâll meet again,â she tells you. âTrust me, anyone watching you and Seungcheol- well, anyone who knows him, can tell he really likes you.â
Your heart skips a beat. âYou think?âÂ
Bora smiles at you. âSweet girl, itâs obvious. Trust me, Seungcheol doesnât bring around just anyone to parties with us, and like I said, he doesnât often change his schedule for girls either. I donât care what site you met on, you have that man whipped.â
âBora-â the psychologist on your left groans.
âVernon,â she retorts with the same tone.Â
They exchange a glance, a battle for dominance, and Bora wins, Vernon releasing a sigh before leaning back in his chair.
âYou know what is surprising?â he asks.
âTell us,â Bora mirrors him, relaxing back against the couch.
âHow good Cheol is being with Yumi tonight.â Vernon is watching his friends and the baby again, and soon all three of you are.
âThatâs a good point, Vernon,â Bora grins, nudging you a little with her elbow. âI wonder why that is?â
You think her intuition has finally run dry. She canât be insinuating that youâre partially the reason behind Seungcheolâs apparent baby fever-Â
And if she is, she has another shock coming for her when she finally talks to Cheol and finds out that âno babiesâ was one of the clauses of your dating agreement.
âI think, Cheolâs the kind of man who likes seeing people happy, and Yumi is very expressiveâ you offer. âPeople can like babies without wanting one for themselves.â
Bora lets out a scoff. âRight, Mingyu and I always thought we just âliked babies,â and now look at me. Liking babies is always how it starts, and before you know it, nine months have gone by, youâve turned into a balloon and are buying a new home big enough to raise a family in.â
You are envious of her position, but at the same time, youâre acutely aware that you and Cheol are extremely new to each other. Heâs not the kind of man to be hasty- or at least, youâd thought he wasnât, but as Bora had mentioned, Seungcheol doesnât introduce just anyone to his friends.Â
Youâll have to talk with him about this and you know it, but until then, itâs enough to just sit between his friends and watch him play with Yumi, who seems to give everyone in the vicinity a serious case of baby fever.Â

9: Thursday
âHold up-â Seungkwan says, interrupting you with a wave of his hands, and they land on your knees, âwait a minute- so he makes you sign an NDA, and then invites you out with his friends, and one of them like- bombards you for an hour about him-â
âIt wasnât an hour-â
âSure-â
âAnd she wasnât bombarding,â you correct.
âOk, fine, yeah, whatever- but then-â Seungkwan takes a deep breath, âhe also has a thing about no babies, and in the first week- straight up rubs a baby in your face for an entire night-â
âYumi was only there for an hour or so before we left-â
âAnd then!â your best friend interrupts you again, âon the car ride home, instead of discussing it with him like adults- yaâll put up the separation between you and his hot as fuck driver, and nearly fucked in the back seat-â
âOh my god, stop-â you groan, âI told you, it was just kissing-â
âWith you straddling the man!â Seunkwan yells back. âAnd all of this, after he switched his schedule to fuck you on Tuesday night- even though you said it would go slow-â
âActually, he told me he wouldnât fuck me till the third date, and if we didnât meet Tuesday, the night with his friends on Wednesday would have been the third date, so-âÂ
âI swear to fucking god, I have whiplash,â Seungkwan tells you, looking as serious as ever. âYaâll make me sick! Sick I say! What in the ever-loving fanfic is this bullshit-â
âHave you been writing more Hannibal and Will love stories again?â
âMaybe.âÂ
âAre you going to write a fanfic about Will and Hannibal based on me and Cheol?â
âMaybeâŚâÂ
âSeungkwan!âÂ
âWell donât tell me juicy stories if you donât want them getting thrown in a sex fantasy! Yaâll nearly fucked in the back of a car with a hot chauffeur-âÂ
âI told you-â you begin to defend yourself again, only to be cut off by your phone buzzing.
Both you and Seungkwan look to your cell, placed a foot or two away on the coffee table.
âDaddy,â you both say in unison, and then youâre lurching for your phone.
âSeungkwan stop!â you screech, grabbing onto his sweater when he latches onto the device first.
âPut him on speaker!â Seungkwan declares, holding your cell just out of your reach while it rings.
âYeah- Iâll put him on speaker-â you fold easily, âjust give me the phone!â
Instead of handing it to you right away, your best friend answers the call and hits speaker, then thrusts it towards your face.
âHi, daddy!â you blurt out, flustered from the small dust up youâd just had with your friend over the entire situation.
Thereâs a chuckle on the other end of the line, then âHi, sweetheart. It sounds like Iâve interrupted something.â
âJust-â you grab the cell back from Seungkwan, âjust had trouble finding my phone is all, was worried youâd be sent to voicemail.â
âIâm glad I wasnât. Itâs good to hear your voice.â
Your heart swoons, and Seungkwan grabs a pillow to scream into. âGood to hear yours too.â
âIâm just calling to see if weâre still on for tomorrow.â
âRight, yeah- do you still want to see me? I know you were very specific when we met about meeting up once or twice a week, and Iâve already seen you twice in the past three days-â
âOnce or twice a week, plus the occasional group event,â Seungcheol clarifies for you. âIâd really enjoy having you over tomorrow, if you havenât already made plans. I wonât hold it against you if you have, I can see how there might have been a small miscommunication- especially after my⌠erratic behavour this week, fitting you in on Tuesday- scheduling will almost always be smoother than it has been these last few days.â
âIâd love to see you tomorrow- I havenât made any other plans.â
âGood.â You can hear him smiling. âSince itâs a Friday, and I donât have any specific work engagements on weekends, how do you feel about bringing an overnight bag?â
Seungkwan drops his pillow.
âI would love that, too-â you say.
âPerfect. Should we say pick up at seven?â
âSounds great.âÂ
God, he makes everything so easy-
âCanât wait to see you again, angel. Have a good evening, you deserve it.â
You deserved to get dicked down.
âHave a good night too, Cheol.âÂ

10: Friday
When you exit your building, youâre shocked to find a different car - and an entirely different driver - waiting to take you to Seungcheolâs home.
The man himself is standing aside a sleek, black, two-seater sports car, dressed in his usual suit aesthetic that shows off the broadness of his shoulders-Â
You go feral nearly immediately, and it takes everything in you to stop from practically drooling as you close the distance between you and the man who pulls you into a hug that takes you off your feet for a greeting.
âHey there, angel,â his breath tickles your hair and he sets you back down. He takes your hands gently, holding them out to the sides so he can get a good look at your outfit, a red dress youâd chosen, knowing itâs his favourite colour. âYou look gorgeous.â
âYouâre not so bad yourself,â you grin, playing with his fingers.
One quick motion has him spinning you like a dancer, and you find yourself giggling like a schoolgirl.
âReady to go?â he asks when youâve come to a stop in front of him again.
âUh huh,â you nod, giving your head a little shake to pull yourself from a lust-fueled daze, âsorry, I was just- I wasnât expecting you to be the one picking me up.â
âI gave Seokmin the night off,â Seungcheol tells you, opening the carâs passenger side door and holding out a hand to help you in. âHope thatâs okay,â he leans down and presses a quick kiss to your cheek before taking your overnight bag and closing you into the vehicle.
He puts your bag in the back trunk, then slips into the driverâs seat.
Seungcheolâs hand finds your thigh, and he squeezes gently, offering you a small smile. âI know weâre planning on having you stay the night, but if you decide you donât want to sleep over, I can always drive you home later.â
âCheol,â you rest your hand on top of his, âI think we both know Iâm not going to take you up on that offer.â
âSure, but I figured Iâd put it on the table regardless.âÂ
You smile, leaning in to steal a kiss to his cheek, as he had when he helped you into your seat. âYouâre too sweet to me.â
âYou deserve it,â he insists, giving your thigh another squeeze before reaching for the ignition.Â
The car revs to life.Â
Itâs hard not to stare at Seungcheol while he drives, and luckily, his hand returns to your thigh, giving you something to focus on. You take to playing with his fingers, marveling at how handsome every inch of him is.
âVernon called me yesterday,â Seungcheol says, dragging your attention from his hands.
âOh?â
âHe admitted to slipping up and giving Bora ideas.â Seungcheol lets out a small chuckle, âsaid you looked like a deer in headlights when he arrived to the conversation- she was pressing you for details, huh?â
âNot in a bad way,â you tell him, wanting to defend the woman who youâre already coming to think of as a friend. âShe was just- curious.â
âItâs my fault for not being specific with you about the NDA, or with Vernon for that matter- the NDA is primarily for when we go to work events outside of our inner circle, which is why your best friend is mentioned on the form you signed- it seems both Vernon and Mingyu were under the idea that I wanted to be highly secretive about us- but Iâve explained to them the nuances of it all. The next time you see Bora, please, feel free to discuss it with her, or Vernon, or Mingyu, Wonwoo, Minji- as long as youâre not too specific with Yumi, you can consider the baby a confidant as well.â
Heâs obviously joking about the baby, but the mention of the child brings those same warm fuzzy conflicted feelings that youâd experienced last night at the get-together.Â
There will be a time to talk with Seungcheol about his seemingly dualistic baby fever and baby aversion- but tonight is not the night for it.
Youâre thankful heâd even brought up the topic of Bora and the NDA, and already, what little anxiety youâd felt about this whole thing has been substantially dwindled.
âI really liked your friends,â you admit, thinking back to how pleasant the evening had been. Despite Boraâs teasing and prying, sheâd been nothing but a courteous host when Seungcheol and Mingyu had predictably rejoined you in the living room.
âThey liked you too, angel. I knew they would.â He lets go of your thigh in favor of gently taking your hand.Â
You can already feel your panties beginning to get wet-Â
No manâs hands have ever had this effect on you before- and maybe it has to do, in part, with the whole âquirofiliaâ thing-
Or maybe, Cheol is simply a man made by the hands of god himself- after all, how could he be this perfect without something like divine intervention?
Before you know it, youâre at Seungcheolâs house, and heâs pulling into the underground garage, where he parks next to the rolls-royce youâre accustomed to being driven in.Â
Ever the gentleman, Seungcheol makes sure to come around and open your door for you, your duffle swung over his arm. He refuses to give it back to you, insisting on carrying it up to his home, where the two of you head to his bedroom instinctually.
He sets the bag down, turning to look at you, opening his mouth to say something-
But your patience has already run thin, and you all but launch yourself at the broad man, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and pressing your lips to his while his hands find your waist.
He laughs into the kiss, and you think he must not have been expecting you to jump him like this.Â
Doesnât he know the effect he has on you?
âCheol-â you groan, moving your lips to his neck-
âEager, angel?â Seungcheol reaches down to cup your bum, prompting you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. âIt was hard being close but not able to properly touch you at the gettogether-â he says, taking a few steps back and collapsing down onto his bed, steadying you on top of him, âCould hardly even get work done today-â
âWas I that distracting for you, daddy?â you coo, teeth teasing past his earlobe.
He releases a groan, hands digging into your hips, forcing you down on his cock, which presses up against his dress pants, caught between your bodies. âAlways.âÂ
âHow can I fix it?â you wonder out loud, hands already going for the buttons of his shirt. âI wanna make you feel good.â
âYou do, angel,â Seungcheol tells you, âmake daddy feel so good.âÂ
âWanna make you feel even better-â Then an idea comes to your head, âHow about⌠a massage?â you suggest, thinking back to a paragraph youâd read from his book yesterday. âArenât you the one who claims relaxation time, such as stretching, massages, and the like, can be just as beneficial to the mind and body as activity itself?â
âLook at you, quoting my own work at me,â he releases a deep groan. âAre you sure thatâs what you want to get up to tonight?â
âJust to start,â you tell him. âWe have the whole evening- and tomorrow morning- why not start the night off with something like a massage? And work our way intoâŚâ you swivel your hips, âharder things.âÂ
âI like the sound of that, angel,â he confesses with another sigh of pleasure as you kiss the sweet spot just under his ear. âBut youâve got to let me get up so I can grab massage oil.â
Youâd forgotten about that part, and the idea of letting Seungcheol leave you - even for a moment - brings out a bratty side of you that youâve never truly experienced.Â
It takes all your willpower to concede, getting off of the man who sits up and runs a hand through his hair. âYou okay?â he questions, seeing the shift in your energy.
âYeah,â you nod, âjust hurry.â
He laughs, reaching out to gently pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger. The kiss he places on your lips is as chaste as your first had been, and it leaves you tingling with potential, even as he stands and heads to the ensuite bathroom.
In his absence, you begin to take off your clothes, removing everything down to your bra and panties, and then, just for good measure, you settle onto your knees on the foot of his bed, trying to be as patient as possible.
Youâre rewarded when Seungcheol appears in the doorway again, having stripped himself of his shirt. Thereâs a bottle of baby oil trapped between his teeth, and his hands are working on his belt and pants-Â
When he sees you sitting on the foot of his bed, like the best girl there ever was, he lets the baby bottle drop from his mouth, catching it easily in one hand- âlook at you,â he breathes, scanning your form.Â
âLike what you see, daddy?â you tease, skin heating from the attention he gives you.
âLove it,â he tells you. âHow good are your reflexes, darling?â
You open your mouth to respond, only to have him toss the bottle of oil at you.Â
Unlike him, you donât catch it gracefully, the bottle almost slipping out of your hands- thereâs a small fumble but your digits wrap around it-
Seungcheol laughs at you. âWith butter fingers like that- should I be getting us a towel to put down?âÂ
You hate that itâs a legitimate question.
And you doubly hate that the answer is a resounding yes, which you verbalize to him, annoyed that heâll be leaving again-
But then youâre graced with a full view of his beautiful back when he turns to head into the bathroom again, and you decide to be a good, patient girl for just a few more moments.
Seungcheol returns, and you bite your tongue while you watch him set the towel down, but as soon as itâs settled, you find yourself saying - in something like a command - âon your stomach first,â youâre quick to adjust to your tone, âI wanna work your back out a little to start.â
âHow could I say no to that?â Seungcheol grins, following through and laying flat on the towel.
You nearly drool while watching him adjust his arms, propping his head up with both hands under his chin. His biceps are bulging and your mouth is definitely beginning to water again, prompting you to lick your lips-
âHave you given many massages before?â he asks, as you straddle his hips, continuing to marvel at the shape of his perfect form-
âErm- define many?âÂ
He chuckles, and you flip the cap of the baby oil, allowing the liquid to pour into your palm. âIâll take that as a no.â
âIt canât be that hard,â you tell him, bringing your hands to the muscled back that has you wet like the ocean every time you see it.
âTell that to my chiropractor,â he says, a joke that makes you both laugh.
You begin to work away at his muscles, both hands smoothing up and down his back, focusing in on the shoulders you love so much-
âFeels good,â Seungcheol groans, releasing a deep sigh of relief that has your ego shooting through the roof.Â
âThatâs good daddy,â you tell him, leaning over him and applying more of your body weight as pressure for your hands. âYou deserve to relax.â
He chuckles slightly, and you realize youâre picking up on some of his diction. Hasnât he been the one telling you what you deserve thus far?Â
All it takes is you being on top and you begin to emulate his mannerisms, the soft dom tendency towards praise.Â
You can tell heâs enjoying it, and you are too, your panties getting wetter with every second your hands are on his broad shoulders-
 âCan you flip now?â you prompt, knowing it hasnât been that long that youâve been working on his back- but you miss his face, and youâre eager to get your hands on his chest-
With a grunt of affirmation, Seungcheol begins to turn, and you lift yourself off of him enough to allow the movement. Once heâs on his back, you settle down again, capturing his cock between your bodies as it strains against his pants.
âYou like this position, huh?â he asks, smiling up at you with an expression that exudes adoration.Â
His hands find your thighs, rubbing up and down while you get more oil on your palms. âNot always,â you tell him, beginning to massage his chest, âtop can be fun to start, in some cases, but- I really liked being under you the last time we were in your bed.â
âOh yeah?âÂ
You avoid his gaze, knowing your skin is heating from what youâd just admitted. âUh huh.â
âYouâre cute,â he breathes, rubbing circles on your thighs, âgetting all shy while sitting on top of me like this.â
âIâm trying to focus,â you tell him, trailing your fingers down to his abdomen.Â
âYou look a little dazed, darling,â he presses, âare you sure you donât want me to take over?â
âIâve hardly massaged you yet-â you go to argue, but Seungcheol is already making the move to sit up.
He grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head back the way he had last time- his breath is hot against your throat, and he trails his nose up under your jaw, bringing his lips to your ear. âWhat if I donât care about the massage anymore?â
âThen-â you swallow thickly, pussy throbbing when his free hand unclasps your bra behind you, âthen, okay.â
âOkay?â he chuckles. âMy love, I donât think âthen, okayâ is a sentence.â
âFuck me?â
âNot too sure thatâs a sentence either, but, your wish is my command.â
It seems like the easiest thing in the world for him to discard your bra and flip you onto your back, lips finding your own, tearing your breath away.
Your legs tighten around his waist, and his oiled chest slides against yours, your newly freed nipples pebbling at the direct contact-
One of his hands, slides between your bodies, skimming over your breast and cupping it, squeezing. You release a moan of pleasure, hips bucking, pushing up towards him-
Your own hands slide over his slippery shoulders, and you mentally kick yourself for having lubed him up- thereâs hardly anything to grasp onto, so you latch onto his hair instead, kissing him harder.
He releases your breast, hand slipping down and under the waistband of your panties. When his fingers find your core, they tease past your clit, and you can feel the silkiness of the baby oil on his digits, which glide into your wet hole as easily as ever.Â
âCheol-â you moan desperately, wanting to push your hips up- to get closer, but he holds you down with his large body, lips moving to your neck.
You realize, as his expert fingers crook up and find your gspot, that the last time youâd fucked, heâd never fingered you. Youâd gotten to experience his tongue and his cock, but the middle and ring fingers that explore your pussy have something like trained exactitude, hitting the spot that has your toes curling with deadly precision.Â
âOh my god-â you whimper, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, looking for an anchor while he begins to thrust his digits into you with enough force that your hips begin to rock-
The palm of his hand applies pressure to your clit, rubbing you through the rough manhandling that has you achingly close to an orgasm within no time-
âGonna cum?â he prompts in your ear, hot breath making your skin tingle.
âYes, daddy-â itâs the most you can do to hold onto him and clench your eyes shut, an intense feeling of euphoric pressure erupting between your legs-
âThatâs it gorgeous, let it all out-â he groans, fingers unrelenting-
You can hear your pussy, squelching sinfully around his fingers- and you can feel wetness gushing between your thighs-
In the back of your mind, you realize youâre squirting, cumming completely undone on his hand, but youâre too lost in the feeling of it to care.
He finger fucks you to the point of overwhelm, until your whines and whimpers are hoarse and tears well in the corners of your shut eyes-
And then heâs pulling his hand out of your panties, and the soaked material is left to cling back to your sopping hole.
Your arms go slack, landing on the bed next to you, and Seungcheol pulls away from your body, making you moan desperately, eyes opening to watch him-
âIâm not going anywhere, angel,â he promises, pushing his own pants down before kicking them to the side, then he goes to tear your panties off, and you see, for the first time, how truly ruined they are. âI donât think Iâve ever seen someone squirt this much,â he tells you, discarding the fabric so he can rejoin you on the bed, the both of you fully nude. âDid that feel good?â
âSo good-â you whimper, hardly able to form sentences in your delirious, sex induced brain fog-
Seungcheol slots himself between your thighs again, cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing away the tear thatâs escaped your eye. âDo you need a moment?â
âNo!â youâre quick to protest, locking your legs around his hips. âFuck me- daddy- please-â
You donât think any cock has ever entered you as smoothly as his does, aided by the copious amount of wet arousal still dribbling out of your hole.
Seungcheol tucks his face against the crook of your neck, supporting himself above you with two hands buried into the pillow on either side of your head. His lips are feverish against your throat, and the groans he releases as he begins to fuck you make you as horny as ever.
âYou feel so fucking good,â he moans, rutting into you with a pace and power that increases with every slap of skin on skin- âso perfect for me-â
âDaddy-â you whine, clawing at his back while he ravages your insides.
âSo responsive-â his teeth graze past your neck and you shiver, whole body tingling with delight.
âHarder-â you moan.
âHarder?â he releases something like a laugh, and then you hear him swallow, adjusting his position so he can dig his elbows into the bed, hooking his forearms under your own shoulders, which props you up ever so slightly- enough to change the angle and allow him to follow through with your request.
You release a squeak at the feeling of being completely at his mercy, completely wrapped in Cheol while heâs wrapped in you- the perfect combination really.
The sounds escaping you arenât something you can hold back, and each rough thrust has his cock hitting a spot deep inside of you, a spot that has you becoming a mewling, moaning, whimpering mess for him.
âJust like that-â you tell him desperately, grabbing at his hair, eager to hold onto something while you get fucked into oblivion-
âYou close, gorgeous?â he asks, and all you can do is moan, which makes him chuckle, âyeah you are,â he breathes. âSqueezing daddy so fucking tight- you were made for this, werenât you, angel?â
âYes-âÂ
âMade to be fucked-â he growls, rutting into you even harder-
Youâre not sure where sweet, soft dom Seungcheol has gone, but youâre more than happy to be decimated by the man fucking into you like an animal, and his sinful praisings go straight to your pussy, which clenches around him even more.
âThatâs it angel, thatâs it-â he groans, âjust a little more-â one of his hands moves to grab your thigh, hiking it higher on his waist-
He hits a spot that has you seeing stars, and you gasp loudly, crying out-
âCum for me,â he instructs, and before your mind has even registered his words, your pussy is following through with the command, clamping down onto him while the biggest orgasm of your life slams into you like a freight train.Â
Seungcheol lets out delicious sounds of pleasure, gasping against your throat, fucking you through your orgasm while coating your insides with his own release-
Youâre completely surrounded by him.
Thereâs nothing else, only you and Cheol⌠and perhaps the ruined towel below you, dragging against your back with each rough thrust.
His motions begin to slow, and he comes to a stop, collapsing some of his body weight down against you while you both struggle to catch your breath.Â
Neither of you say anything, too lost in the aftershocks of pleasure.
But with Cheol, you donât need to say anything. Youâre completely safe with him, completely content to rest in his arms, knowing thereâs not a single place in the world youâd rather be.

11: Saturday
Waking up in Seungcheolâs bed, you immediately stretch in search of him- only to find the bed empty.
Sitting up, and wrapping the quilt around your nude body, you look around, blinking away residual grogginess.Â
The man whoâd fucked you silly until the late hours of the morning is nowhere to be seen, and you canât help the way annoyance floods through you. But you remind yourself that Seungcheol likes his schedules, and a quick check of the clock next to the bed shows you that itâs eleven am, so you suppose you canât be mad at Cheol for not staying with you while you slept half the day away.
Getting out of bed, youâre surprised to find just how sore your body is.Â
Your thighs burn- and you suppose a round number five riding session may have not been the best idea last night.
You find the simple black sleeping shirt Seungcheol had given you before deciding to tear it off of you for round six, and you enjoy the way it dwarfs you.Â
Sometimes you still canât believe how big and broad Cheol is-Â
Finding your overnight bag, you take out a fresh pair of panties, and decide to head off in search of Seungcheol in the simple shirt and underwear look. Itâs doubtful youâll be wearing it for much longer regardless.
Itâs not hard to find your psychologist lover, after all, you simply have to follow the smell of food to the kitchen.Â
Your sugar daddy is standing at the stove, one hand holding a spatula while he cooks eggs, the other propping up a book that heâs quietly reading.
Heâs so sexy and smart- and sexy⌠and smart.
You canât help but tiptoe towards him, latching onto his back and pressing your cheek against the space between his shoulder blades, releasing a groan of pleasure to finally be connected to him again.
âMorning, angel,â Seungcheol greets you, setting his book down before adjusting you, tugging you so youâre in front of him and he can meet your eyes. âDid you sleep well?â
âBetter than ever,â you beam at him, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. âAnd you?â
âNever better,â he returns your smile, and your heart practically melts. âHungry?â
âDefinitely- are you my master chef today?â
He laughs. âIâm not sure Iâm that good, cooking is a hobby Iâve only truly picked up in recent years.â
âRight,â you say, turning in his arms to look down at the pan in front of you. âVery hard ingredient, eggs.â
Seungcheol releases a cross between a chuckle and a sigh behind you, poking at your ribcage. âI can make more than eggs. I just figured, I donât really know what you like when it comes to food, so Iâd make something safe and healthy. Besides, I wasnât sure when youâd wake up.â
âSo this is just for you, is that what youâre saying?â you tease him some more, enjoying the domesticity of this- itâs as if youâve done this a hundred times before, or at least, you have the peace that comes with familiarity.
âIf I had known you were such a brat-â he begins, but you cut him off with a squeal and turn to face him again, insisting âIâm not a brat!â
He simply looks at you with a smile.
âYouâre being mean to me,â you pout, cupping the back of his neck and getting closer to him.Â
Seungcheol scoffs, shaking his head slightly. Heâs quick to change the subject. âEggs are done, are you going to come sit with me at the table?â
With a sigh, you release the psychologist, allowing him to move the eggs to a plate- and when you turn to head to the table, you see a tray of fresh fruit and other breakfast items.
âThereâs orange juice in the fridge, water, or I can make you some coffee,â Seungcheol says, following you to the table where you both take your seats.Â
âIâm okay for now,â you tell him, grabbing a particularly tasty-looking piece of fruit to gnaw on. âThanks, daddy.â
Seungcheol smiles, looking down at the healthy fruit options. âYou know,â he says, moving a few pieces of cantaloupe and honeydew to his plate, âIâve been wondering about you and your daddy kink.â
âHmm?âÂ
âJust that- weâve never discussed it, not explicitly- I guess, being a sugar daddy, the term is in the name, but⌠you took to it very easily,â he explains.
âAre you suggesting I have inherent daddy issues?â
âNot suggesting, merely⌠wondering.â
âHow about this,â you set your fruit down, âIâll talk about my daddy issues when you tell me why you think youâd be a bad father.â
Seungcheol looks at you quizzically.Â
âI know you say itâs about your work and not having enough time, but- youâre settled in your career and reputation. You have this big house, a chauffeur, a group of smart psychologist friends who are popping out babies right now- and I saw the way you were with baby Yumi. looking at all of that- the only reason I can think of for why youâd be⌠adverse to babies, is that you have some personal reasons to think youâd be bad at it.âÂ
The man across from you stays quiet, leaning back in his chair, but a smile works its way across his face. Then, he sighs, âtouche.âÂ
âSo I guess neither of us will be talking about our daddy issues at the breakfast table,â you conclude, picking at your fruit again.
âHow did I ever find a girl like you on a dating site?â Seungcheol says. âSo pretty, and smart-â
âHow did I ever find you on a dating site?â you retort, âso sexy, and smart-â
âMaybe finding each other was destiny.â
âDo you believe in that sort of thing?â you ask, cocking your head to the side. âMany men of science that Iâve heard of tend to lean towards atheism.â
âMaybe I used to, but then- letâs just say, I found an angel, and my worldâs been flipped upside down ever since.âÂ
Your heart leaps in your chest, and you avert your gaze, looking down at your fruit. âYouâre too sweet to me.â
âAs Iâve told you before, angel,â Seungcheol reaches his hand across the table, placing it over your own, âyou deserve it.â

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âAre you checking your book sales again?â you groan, leaning over the back of the sunlounger chair to look over Seungcheolâs shoulders, your hands smoothing down his bare chest-
âNo,â your psychologist lover says, closing his laptop and setting it on the side table next to him.Â
âLiar,â you grin, moving around the front of his chair so he can see you and the red bikini adorning your body- one of many sets youâve accumulated over the two and a half years youâve been dating Seungcheol.Â
You have no actual intent of going into the private pool behind you.
Seungcheolâs eyes eat you up, and the smile of appreciation that works its way onto his lips is as bright and full of affection as itâs always been. âLook at you, angel. Iâll never get tired of seeing you in red.â
âAss kisser,â you tease, watching him stand up from the poolside chair. âI thought we agreed no work on our honeymoon.â
âItâs true that I promised that- but⌠checking sales on my new book isnât work, itâs⌠checking sales on my new book, and besides, you were asleep,â your husband grins, hands finding your waist and tugging you to his chest. âWhat if you pretend you never saw me on my laptop.â
You roll your eyes. Heâs gotten cheekier the longer youâve been together, and this playful side of your relationship isnât something youâd trade for the entire world.Â
âYou always get up to naughty things while Iâm sleeping,â you tease, playing the part of an upset wife.
âCome on,â Seungcheol prompts, leaning down to kiss you, âsay you love me.â
âIâll say I love you when you fulfill your other promise.â
âYou know, weâre what, three days into this vacation?â Seungcheol pulls you closer. âWhoâs to say I havenât already pumped a baby into you?â
âMe,â you grin, hooking your fingers in his swim trunks. âI donât feel full at all right now, in any way, shape, or form.â
âWell then, letâs see what I can do about filling you up sufficiently,â he smiles, leaning down to kiss you one last time before throwing you over his shoulder and taking you back into your private vacation villa..
God, you fucking love this man.

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