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Healing & Benevolence

god!kim sunoo x reader [afab]

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genre: light angst & smut

concept: you know well the value of tending for others, the importance of kindness. you carry it with you every day, giving it out to those in need even when it is thankless or they are cruel. you even persist when you are suddenly taken ill, but will your own benevolence be enough to save you?

w/c: 6.2k

warning: god au, religious themes, religious imagery, injury mention, illness, threat of death, dream sequence, light imagery, consumption metaphors; explicit sexual content, god fucking, body worship, vaginal sex, altar sex, *unprotected sex, coming inside.

You aren’t surprised that as you wake up with the sun, you’re forced to step out of the house to try and track down your father. You’ve told him at least a hundred times, the doctor said he has to have his tea in the morning before he leaves the house. You spend all this time trying to take care of him and he continues to ignore you. You suppose that’s the way of your life, without your mother around your father doesn’t listen to hardly anyone. Not even you. 

The town is beginning to wake up and you gather your skirts in your hands as you make your way through, greeting the early risers who are also up to greet the rising sun. You lift a hand over your eyes, looking up towards the small temple of the Sun God, stone and sparkling in the sunrise with glittering golden chimes and decorations. You sigh to yourself when you see your father walking out of it, hobbling with his cane. 

You rush the rest of the way up the hill, skirts balled in your fist, to meet him. He smiles softly at you as you approach, your arm looping through his free one as soon as you catch up to him. 

“What have I told you about going to see the Sun God without me,” you admonish him, falling into a slower, more careful step with him, back towards your home. 

“You always worry so much about me,” he says, moving his cane from one hand to the other so he can pat your hands where they wrap his bicep. “You’re a young lady, surely you have better things to be spending your time on than looking after your father.” You shake your head at him, as you so often do. “I can’t rely on you forever. Well, soon you ought to be getting married, settling into a life of your own. And you know as well I do that before this injury, I was quite the strapping young army man,” he teases, straightening his back. You laugh softly, resting your cheek on your father’s shoulder. 

Your father was a strapping young army man when he was in his prime. Your mother was a nurse for the royal military and your father part of the army, it’s how they met. When your mother became pregnant with you she left the military of course, to focus on being a homemaker and wife, but your father did not. Unfortunately that meant that he went off to battle to defend the country. It was the last time he would enter the war, he promised her, but the fight would prove to be his last anyway as he took a nasty injury to his leg, forcing him to rely on this cane for the rest of his life. 

Your mother passed a couple of years ago due to sickness. The doctor said it was hysteria but you’re not so convinced. Either way, it’s just been you and your father ever since. 

“What are your plans for the day, sweetheart?” Your father asks, finally drinking the tea the doctor has insisted he take to handle his condition. You bustle around the kitchen, checking the rice and plating the greens. You move over to the table, laying out the dishware for him to eat. 

“It’s going to be a long day at the guest house for me,” you tell him. He frowns but you simply smile, going back to the counter to bring the food over. “The seasons are changing, the cold snap isn’t far off. The rooms will need tending, changing of the bedding and covering the windows to keep the place warm.” You bring the rice over, reaching in with a spatula to loosen it from the sides of the basket. “It’s good work, it’ll keep me busy all day,” you assure him, picking up his bowl to fill it with rice. 

“You ought to rest more,” he says, making you laugh softly. “You work too much.” You shake your head to yourself, sitting down at the table with him, filling your own bowl with rice. “It’s not good for you. I’m already ill, I’d hate for something to happen to you. Your mother⁠—” 

“Don’t worry about me,” you tell him, collecting greens from the plate in the middle of the table, placing them in your bowl along with your rice. “I take good care of myself. I can handle it just fine.” You take a small bite, smiling at your father from across the table. He relents, picking his own chopsticks up to begin eating. 

This is far from the first time your father has said this to you. He always worries over you, how much you work, how much time you spend tending over him. You don’t mind, he’s your father and you know he’s only acting this way because of what happened to your mother. They still aren’t entirely sure what happened to her and it scares your father to think that you might one day succumb to this “hysteria” they’re claiming took her from the two of you. You think he’s just a little too concerned over nothing. You’re young, happy, spry, nothing to be worried about. 

You leave your father after breakfast to go to the guest house, where the other housemaids are already rushing around frantically. You’re dragged into the fray quickly, helping prepare the guest house for the weather that’s sure to be coming shortly. There’s a chill in the air already this morning, it won’t be long now. 

Much of your day passes you by as you clean and straighten the rooms of the guest house. You chat with the other housekeepers idly, listening to them regale you with tales of their families, their children and husbands. You resist the urge to frown, knowing that it won’t change anything. While the idea of settling down seems lovely in theory, you could never leave your father behind. He just means too much to you, and you’ve yet to find a man who understands that the way you do. 

“Come to the river with us. There’s a lot of bedding that needs washing,” one of the girls tells you and you agree, picking up one of the extra baskets of bedding, going out with them towards the water’s edge. 

At the edge of the river the air is cool and comfortable, your fingers quickly turning cold and then numb as you wash the blankets. It’s difficult, menial labor, washing the blankets over the boards, your wrists and arms aching the longer you’re at it. You step back from the edge of the water, wiping your brow free of sweat when you’re finally done rinsing your last bedding set, huffing at the mess you’ve managed to make of yourself. 

“It might be difficult,” one of the girls says and you look over to see she is also dripping with water as she heaves the wet bedding out of her wash basin to hang it over the line. “But it’s honest work.” You laugh softly, nodding to yourself as you look down at yourself, trying to shake yourself out a bit. 

With the sun high in the sky, the heat of the day at its peak, you and the rest of the housekeepers head back to the guest house to get something to eat while the bedding dries. You lift a hand, covering your eyes with it, looking up towards the sky. It’s a beautiful, cloudless day, with the sun beating down over everything. You smile to yourself, comforted by the heat of Sunoo’s light, the warmth he brings. Soon his rays will dull and Riki will be in the sky more often than not, so you want to bask in it just a little bit longer. 

You’re shocked to suddenly be pulled away from the main road, one of the girls pulling you towards the guest house. You stumble after her, slipping into the guest house and the doors close behind you. You look around to see the others leaning into the windows, looking out and whispering amongst themselves. You look at your friend, who lets go of your wrist. 

“What is it?” You ask. 

“There’s a stranger in town,” she tells you, voice low. You move to the window, peering around the edge of the frame to see what exactly it is that has everyone so worried. 

It’s just one single person, you realize, but you understand why the girls are all hiding. He’s an older man, probably about your father’s age, dressed in rags, unshaven and spattered with mud. Clearly he’s not from around here, probably doesn’t even have a home. His clothing hangs off of him limply, clearly malnourished, and he walks with a limp, dragging one foot behind him. Along the edge of his belt there’s a dagger in its sheath and he carries just one peeling, ripping rucksack with him. You lean against the wall, heart aching for the poor man. 

“He doesn’t look good,” you mutter to yourself. Pushing off from the wall, you disappear into the kitchen, gathering a meal for him quickly. Your friend follows after you, watching as you carefully stack the food in containers, the wicker baskets holding them all inside securely. Dish after dish is placed inside until it’s full and then you tie it closed, turning to head out. 

“What’re you doing?” She asks, standing in front of you, stopping you from leaving. “You’re not going out there, are you?” 

“I’m sure he’s harmless,” you insist but she shakes her head. “Most men like that are just lost and confused and hungry. If we show him a little kindness, he might just be on his way,” you reason. She continues to look doubtful but doesn’t stop you when you walk past her, out into the foyer. You slide the door of the guest house open, walking out onto the porch and then into the street. Your friends and fellow innkeepers crowd around the door as you step down into the street, approaching the man as he shambles down the main road. 

“Excuse me, sir,” you call out to him, and he stops suddenly. He turns slowly towards you, dark eyes squinting through the bright sunlight at you. “You’ve just come to town, right?” You tell him, walking towards him slowly. “I was hoping⁠—” 

“I don’t need some useless wench’s help!” He calls out. You flinch back, surprised by his tone. Still, you steel yourself, continuing forward. 

“I know,” you assure him, causing him to squint even harder at you. “I just thought, you’re new to town. Might do to accept a little bit of hospitality?” You offer, holding the container out to him. He stares at you skeptically. 

“Why would I do that?” He snaps. “I told you, I don’t need your help. You should mind your business!” He takes a threatening step towards you but you don’t move. “Plucky little maiden thinks she knows what someone needs. I can take fine care of myself!” He yells at you and you bow your head politely.

“I understand,” you say. You lean to the side, resting the container on the railing of the guest house’s porch. “I won’t make you take it. I just thought you might like it. I’ll leave you alone.” You bow politely to him and then turn, walking away. He watches you go through narrowed eyes. You walk right up the porch and into the guest house, closing the doors behind you, blocking the wandering eyes of the other keepers. 

You do glance back outside though, waiting to see if something might happen. The man waves a hand at the building and turns, continuing to shamble through town, away from the building. You sigh to yourself, nothing you can do about that. 

“Not very grateful,” your friend grumbles and you look at her softly. 

“Men are prideful and silly,” you tell her. “There’s nothing that can be done if he refuses, but it’s obvious he’s not had a good meal in a while. The least we can do is offer it to him.” You pat her gently on the shoulder and then retreat to the kitchen. She huffs, following after you with one last glance out the window. 

After lunch, you return to the porch, finding the basket of food still sitting on the edge of the railing, nearly teetering off. You sigh to yourself, stepping out to retrieve it. When you pick it up, you notice something strange. 

You lift the lid, finding it empty. You smile softly to yourself, lifting the layers of the container one by one, checking every layered basket. Your smile grows as you go through them. Every single one of them is empty, completely devoid of the food you’re sure you neatly filled it with. What was once filled to capacity is now completely empty and you stack them all together again, carrying them into the guest house. What a silly, proud man.

You don’t think much of it, after all it’s not the first time a homeless man has found himself in town and it won’t be the last. Nomadic people and travelers roam the hills around your town frequently, you don’t give it much thought as you move on with the rest of your day. The rest of your week even, going home to tend to your father only to wake up the next day and go back to the inn.

It isn’t until a few days later, when you are finally afforded a day off from the frantic dressing and cleaning and turning over of the guest house, that you think of him again. You’re cleaning your clothes, your father’s as well, sitting behind your garden wall in the warm sun. There’s a cool breeze, a crisp snap in the air, but the work has you sweating. You wipe at your brow, rinsing your clothing free of soaps, and then stand to hang them on the lines that criss-cross through your garden. 

Well, ‘think’ of him might be considered a bit of an understatement, when you quite literally see him again. You’re pulling the clothes that have dried in the sun down from the lines when you see him shambling down the street towards your home. You look down at the clothes in your hands and then have an idea. 

Rushing back inside, you find your father’s old clothes. Some of them are in poor condition, but still wearable. A torn edge, a popped seam, things you’ve been meaning to fix but just haven’t gotten around to. Your father has more than enough clothes as it is, many of his clothes from when he was young still fit him as he’s grown thin and frail in his old age. You gather the worn clothing in your hands, smoothing your hand over the top of them, and then head back out. 

In what could easily be seen as a careless gesture, you walk back out into the garden and toss the clothes on the other side of the wall, a little puff of dirt rising when they land. You turn away, dusting your hands off as you go back to what you were doing, collecting the clothes that are drying on the line. You pretend to not even notice as he gets closer, the sound of his uneven gait a dead giveaway that he’s approaching. 

You gather your clothes into a spare basket and walk inside, not even glancing behind you. You don’t have to look to know that he’s stopped at the corner of your garden wall. You pay him no mind as you fold your clothes into neat squares, stacking them up in the corner of your room. 

With your back turned, you don’t see him glance at you, glance around and then lean down to rummage through the small stack of clothing. He turns them over, inspecting them for damage. He notices the little tears and missing threads but he doesn’t bother to be concerned about them. He stuffs them all quickly into his bag and then straightens, picking up the pace to get away from your house. 

When you come back out, he’s already hobbled past the other end of your garden wall, towards the end of the street. You hum to yourself, not bothering to check and see if the clothes have gone. You know they have been. 

You don’t see him again, though that is hardly a surprise. As said, travelers and nomads roam the hills and surrounding area all the time, the lush forests and vast meadows offer plenty of comfort for those who are looking for a place to hide and stay. You aren’t bothered by his lack of thanks or brash way he spoke to you, after all you’re sure he’s hardly seen much kindness in his life given his state. You go about your business as you always have, but you do keep him in mind. Just in case he shows up again. 

However, it isn’t long later before you start to develop a cough, a sore throat that you have a hard time ignoring. You drink your father’s tea, telling him that it can’t be more than a little cold. You don’t feel ill, it’s just this sore throat that’s bothering you. He frowns deeply though, watching you try to go about your days as normally as you can despite the way your body is wracked with rough coughs. 

Then you get the chills, body aches, dizziness. You struggle to get through the days, sometimes finding yourself clinging to walls or counters or friends to stave off the way the world spins around you. You’re freezing despite the warm temperatures; the weather hasn’t fully turned yet, you can’t be that cold already. Your joints and muscles ache, making work even more difficult. It doesn’t take long for your illness to become so detrimental that your boss insists on you staying at home. 

“No, but I⁠—” You interrupt yourself in a coughing fit, and she leans forward, running a hand over your forehead. 

“You’re hot to the touch and can barely stand upright. Chaeryoung will take you home, just rest. Come back when you’re well.” 

But you don’t become well. You find yourself lying in bed, wracked with shivers and dizziness. It seems almost as though something has cursed you, with the way you’re declining so rapidly. Your father is helpless to do anything except press cold towels to your head, trying to keep you comfortable. He feeds you broth and pets your hair, wracked with fear of what might become of this. You can hardly sleep, tossing and turning in discomfort, your expressions tight and concerned when you do, like you’re wracked with nightmares. With no other options, your father finally calls upon a doctor. When the doctor comes to see you he pulls your father aside with a grim look. 

“It seems that your daughter is afflicted with the same thing as her mother,” he says, your father’s eyes widening in shock and horror. “I know that was difficult, for the both of you, but I don’t know that there’s anything more I can do for her. She’s in a terrible state.” 

“Please,” your father begs, taking the doctor’s hands in his. The doctor looks at the floor, avoiding your father’s pleading eyes that have begun to fill with tears. “Please, you have to do something. Please, she’s all I have left. You have to save her.” 

“I’m afraid… only Sunoo can help her now,” he says, finally meeting your father’s eyes. Tears spill down his cheeks as he turns his head, looking into the room to see you sleeping fitfully. 

The doctor leaves quietly, allowing your father to move to your side, kneeling on the floor beside where you sleep. You’re still sweating despite the clammy feeling of your hand when he takes it in his, cradling it between his hands. He brings your hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it gently. You moan softly in your sleep, clearly uncomfortable, but there’s nothing he can do for you. He closes his eyes, beginning to pray. 

“Great Sunoo, I ask for your help and guidance. I know I have not always been a religious man, I have strayed from the path of your guidance, and let my pride get in the way. I apologize for that, but I beg. I plead, your help,” he whispers into the back of your hand. “Please, save my daughter. Please, heal her from what ails her, please do not let her leave me so soon. She is all I have left.” 

When night falls, he sleeps on the floor beside your futon, unable to tear himself away from your side. He doesn’t hear the sound of the door opening, or the soft footsteps making their way across the house, the golden glow that peers into rooms and around corners, alerting the shadows of his presence. He doesn’t even stir when the glowing figure drops to his knees beside your still body, taking your hand in his. 

“Your kindness knows no bounds,” he whispers to you, though you cannot hear him. You remain still, your breath evening while the pained expression on your face melts away. “Your life is too precious to take. You have much goodness to give, though it cannot be here.” Gently, he lifts a hand, tracing his fingers over the side of your face. “It is with great sorrow that I must ask you to come with me. Give me your word, pure hearted and unburdened, and I will take you without question.” 

He touches his fingertips to your sweat beaded forehead, reaching through your mind. He closes his eyes, trying to reach you. 

In the depth of your mind, he finds you. You’re alone and confused at his altar at the top of the hill, big windows cut into the stone, curving roofs and overhangs of yellow and blue above you. You turn around, dressed only in your nightgown, trying to figure out where you are. You know this place, and yet you do not. 

“Hello?” You call out, trying to figure out what brought you here. Everything is so real, the stone beneath your feet, the perfectly sculpted altar in front of you, even a crisp wind running over your body. You shiver, holding yourself, as you try to figure out why you’re here. 

“I thought I would be waiting for you, but it seems you’ve beaten me.” You squint through the bright light that shines down outside of the altar, trying to see the figure that approaches. They come towards you, bathed in a warm glow, slowly revealing themselves. Your heart lodges itself in your throat when you recognize the man before you. 

Draped in blue and gold, Sunoo, God of the Sun and Healing, approaches you. You move to drop to your knees but he takes you gently by the chin, stopping you before you can. He raises your head with his fingers softly tucked beneath your chin. 

“Do not kneel for me. I need not your devotion when I know I already have it,” he tells you. You nod slowly, his hand falling away from your face. “You are more benevolent than even I thought. Why, when I felt your presence I thought for sure… You are rare and beautiful,” he says, walking around you, causing you to turn, trying to keep him in your line of sight as he circles you. “Mortals like yourself are often the same, devout to simply a point. Rare is a prayer that comes from the lips of a mortal that will follow such teachings so closely. You are, my dear, are far more than I have ever imagined.” 

“Why… is that why you come to me?” You ask. He nods, stopping at the top of the altar. He leans back against it, fingers curled over the edge of the stone ledge that is draped with jewels and coin and wine. “What do you need from me, Your Divinity?” Your voice shakes, uncertain as to why a divine being would come to you in such a state. 

“I need you,” he says, words spoken with such reverence it hits you in the chest. Your breath catches. “Your soul is meant to be mine, which means that I must take you away from here,” he says, pushing off from the altar to approach you. Your eyes dart away as you process what he asks of you. He closes the distance between you, watching your mind work through the implications of what he asks.

“But- but my father,” you say, lifting your gaze. He nods. “What about him? He’s injured and old, he can’t live alone. He needs me.” 

“I need you more,” Sunoo says, though the words leave him as though it pains him. Gently, he cups your cheek, your eyes falling to the ground. “But I can guarantee his safety, and a long life. I can heal him.” Your eyes dart to his, widening at his suggestion. “If you desire it, I can give it to you. But in exchange, you become mine,” he warns you, tilting your head up. You look into his eyes, glowing with white light. You gasp, entranced by the sight before you. 

You’ve never seen anything like it, the swirling bright, white light that fills him from the inside. He pulls you closer, until you are pressed against him, staring deep into the light that pours from him. 

“Unburden yourself,” he coos to you, hands grasping your waist, warmth like the sun’s golden rays creeping over your skin. “Find the truth in what you desire. Give me your word,” he asks of you. 

“You’ll heal him?” You ask and the light that fills his eyes dies out, replaced with shining amber. He nods to you, holding you close. “Promise me.” 

“I give you my word,” he assures you. “Now you must give me yours.” 

“I do,” you agree and he smiles at you. “I am yours to take.” 

His mouth presses gently to yours, turning the two of you around. Heat explodes across your skin, like a warm summer’s day, sending goosebumps across your chilled skin. It shutters through you, unforgiving and enticing. With trembling hands you touch his shoulders as he guides you backwards. Your thighs touch the altar, only to be pushed down onto it, Sunoo’s hands falling to your hips. Bottles clatter against the wall while coins and jewels spill around your body to the stone floor. The skirt of your nightgown rides up as you sit down, allowing his hands to touch the bared skin of your legs. 

“Do you know what it means to be taken by a God?” He whispers into your lips. You whimper softly as his fingers push up the edge of your gown, the material sliding away from your skin to give him room. You part your legs, allowing him between them so that his fingers can drift up the insides of your thighs. A swirling simmering feeling takes root inside of you as he touches you. “I will teach you what it means to belong to me. What I meant when I told you I needed you.” His mouth presses to yours again, his long fingers pushing the rest of the way up to touch your bare cunt. 

You gasp as he touches you, an unrelenting heat filling your insides, like you’ve swallowed the sun. It ebbs through you, your eyes rolling back as blinding light fills your vision, white and pure. His mouth diverts from your mouth so he can kiss his way down your neck, his fingers running up and down your rapidly wetting folds. You squirm against him, clutching his skin despite the heat that scorches your fingertips. It burns but you won’t let go, desperate to have him, that he might give you the pleasure your body so desperately craves. 

His touch leaves you to fist the edge of your nightgown, causing him to step back so he can pull it up your body. You lean into him, lifting yourself so he can raise it above your backside and then up your waist. You let go of him, Sunoo raising it the rest of the way to take it from your body, removing it entirely. His fingers are like pinpricks of heat across your body, leaving trails of scorching heat behind them as he kisses you, your fingers clutching the back of his neck as he lowers his mouth to your chest. 

“Sunoo,” you call out his name, a shiver rushing through him. 

“That voice,” he moans into your collarbones. He grabs you by the hips, pulling you to the edge of the altar, making you yelp as you’re pressed up against him. “Oh, how could I resist it?” He groans, biting marks into your neck and chest, making you arch up against him. An ache rolls through you, causing you to squirm against him as he brings a hand up to your chest, fingertips against your sternum. 

Heat seeps through you like a flame on a candle, like you’re melting underneath the heat of him, moans and whimpers spilling unbidden from your lips as your eyes roll back. Along the center of your chest words become a brand, a claim, glowing with white light as they scar your skin. Sunoo kisses down your chest, pressing his plush lips to the words he’s placed on your skin. 

“All mine,” he whispers, running his tongue over the characters that mar your skin. You cry out, pleasure surging through you like hot water, an endless, aching boil that threatens to take you right over the edge despite barely being touched. 

With frantic, clumsy hands, Sunoo takes his own clothes off, revealing himself to you. He’s all gorgeous, clear skin and elegantly carved muscles, your fingers drifting across his broad shoulders, along his arms while he looks at you with glowing, white eyes. He’s consumed by it, he needs you, aches for you, his cock already hard between his thighs. He pushes you back against the wall of the altar. The bottles and coins slip against your bared skin as he tilts your hips up towards his so he can lean down into the cradle of your body, aligning his tip with your entrance. 

He sinks in slow, moaning softly through every single inch he pushes inside of you. Your eyelids flutter softly, fingernails digging into his shoulders. Though you can’t tear your eyes from his face, glowing and gorgeous, you also cannot think through the searing, mind numbing heat that fills you. The need settles so deep inside of you it burns like a forest fire, the sun you swallowed sending out solar flares through every single one of your limbs. Your fingertips are numb through the scorching pain of holding him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he sinks in to the hilt, hips flush to yours. 

“God,” you whisper, words lost on you. Your eyes fall shut, your mind filled with nothing but blinding light, white and unending, making you feel as though you’re glowing from the inside out. You shake trying to keep it all inside, heels digging into his back, trying to urge him forward. 

“Your God,” he whispers into your throat, rocking his hips in tight, slow thrusts, letting himself drag slowly against your walls. You choke on your moans, going limp against the altar as he takes you apart, sinking into the light. It pulses through you, the steady build of your desire filling you, like a star pulsing, growing and growing through you. You can’t see it but Sunoo can, leaning back so he can watch the glow surround you. 

“Yes,” he whispers. He takes your face in his hands, tipping your head up. You open your eyes and though you can’t see it, he can. The way you pulse with light, the aura that surrounds you. “You look so beautiful like this,” he whispers, taking your mouth in a kiss. You kiss back as best you can against the way desire flows through you. His hands fall from your face so he can take your thighs in hand, forcing them further apart, spreading you open for him. You gasp through a strangled moan as Sunoo picks up the pace, desperation seeping into his every movement. 

He’s eager to watch you lose it, leaving your lips so he can watch your expressions, mouth open, eyes half lidded, but still light seeps from beneath. It flares through the characters on your chest, his thrusts getting harder, faster, needing you, taking you with a new determination. He bears down on you, leaning over your body, fingers so tight around your thighs it hurts, like burns, like brands into your skin. 

“Give in,” he whispers. “Give it to me. Give in, my love.” You whimper underneath him, clutching him to your body. Sunoo buries his face in your throat, soaking in the desire that flows out of you and into him. “Let yourself go.” 

“Sun- Sunoo,” you whimper, muscles tightening around him. He forces his way inside of you, making you keep taking him, over and over, your body pulling him in deeper. You break apart around him when he shoves in to the hilt yet again, cunt clenched so tightly around his cock that he gasps, his own eyes turning white, blurring your countenance. 

He almost can’t see it, but he knows you are. You’re literally glowing with white light, the characters on your chest burning with it. 

When you awake later it is with a body wrapped around yours, plush lips trailing across your shoulders and collarbones, soothing the marks that he bit into them. You lift a hand, sinking your fingers into golden locks, cradling him against your chest. Sunoo’s hands tighten around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You’re pressed all up and down his front, your leg thrown over his hip, your head tipping back to allow him to kiss up your throat. 

“My love,” he whispers into your skin and you smile. “My beautiful goddess.” You pull him on top of you, Sunoo easily turning the two of you over so he can straddle your hips. “Mine.” He trails his kisses lower, lips brushing over the words embedded in your skin, now and forever more. 

“Do you think it was a sign?” Sunoo asks. Jungwon hesitates to answer.

A sign, unlikely. There are very few things in this world that are simply sign or coincidence. If that were the case, surely they all could’ve just moved past whatever happened between Jongseong and his goddess. Their lives would be far less complicated than they are now, suddenly swept up in the lives of mortals, intricately twisted in the threads of their paths, the futures they will now live. No, Jungwon knows better.

The worst part is that Sunoo also knows it. 

“Your silence is deafening,” Sunoo says, walking towards him. Jungwon curls his fingers over the edge of his window ledge, looking down from his room atop their sky bound palace. The world is small, mortals smaller, from these great heights. Whenever he feels as though he should intervene in the lives below him, he brings himself to this window and remembers. It brings him comfort and though mortals may think it wrong or cold hearted, he knows his place. He is a guiding hand, but that does not mean that he is meant to change things always for the betterment of all. Mortals must know what it means to have free will, whether that is good or bad. 

“Surely you know as well as I do the truth of the matter,” Jungwon replies, voice soft. “You know very well the consequences that might befall you.” 

“There is something happening,” Sunoo insists, turning towards his brother, his hand resting on the edge of the window ledge. Jungwon doesn’t look at him, still staring down at the world that continues on as though their very existence isn’t threatened by what goes on above them. “The others are distracted by their mortal whims, but you see it. You see it, don’t you?” 

“It matters not.”

“I did not take you as a fool, brother,” Sunoo tells him, and finally Jungwon looks at him, eyes crackling with lightning. “I took your advice. I was smart about this, far more than our brothers. Now take mine,” Sunoo urges, moving his hand to rest it on Jungwon’s arm. Jungwon’s eyes clear, turning brown and apprehensive. “See not with your eyes, but with your heart. Then I think you will understand.” 

“You think I do not?” Jungwon replies, turning towards his brother. Sunoo’s hand falls away as they face each other. “There are things at work that even I cannot see the end of. If we are not careful our lives, our world, the very cosmos could be at stake. The balance⁠—” 

“Speak not about balance. It is not your place,” Sunoo reminds him, firm but not angry. Jungwon averts his eyes again, shame building behind his ribs. “Our eldest brother will assure the balance. You made sure of it.” 

“At what cost?” Jungwon asks, hesitantly meeting Sunoo’s eyes once more. 

“Whatever the cost may be. Only he knows.”

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Pool Tables | K.SN

「pairing」 : bf!sunoo x fem!reader 「word count」 : 1.3k

「synopsis」 : watching your boyfriend play pool with his friends you can't help but want him to bend you over the very table and fuck you until you're seeing stars.

「genre」 : pure smut with little to no plot

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, unprotected sex, kissing, dom!sunoo x sub!reader, petnames (princess, baby, pretty, good girl...), cream pie, slight choking, slight marking, begging, teasing, praising, lmk if I missed anything!!

It started out as an innocent trip to Sunoo’s friend's game room so the boys could play pool while you sat to the side and looked pretty. However, you got bored, and watching your boyfriend being over the edge of the pool table was causing you to rub your thighs together. Imagining what it would be like if he had you bent over the edge, plunging his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke.

This then turned into you standing and making your way towards your unsuspecting boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head on his back, right in between his shoulder blades. 

“What’s wrong, princess?” Sunoo glanced back at you while Jay was taking his turn. You just hummed, saying you were fine, but your hands said otherwise as they traveled down his abdomen before stopping right above his pant line.

Sunoo was quick to stop your movements, telling you that you could have him to yourself as soon as the two of you got home. You, though, had other plans, continuing to tease him with light touches or asking if you could try just to give him a glimpse of your black lace panties that lay under your miniskirt.

So it wasn’t that much of a surprise when Sunoo took the chance to bend you over the table as soon as his friends left the room to go find something else to do. His hand tightly grabbed the back of your neck as his other hand trailed down the length of your body until he got to the hem of your skirt.

“This is what you wanted, huh?” His voice had dropped an octave as his fingers slipped past the band of your underwear, feeling your slick coat his digits. You let out a sigh at the feeling of his touch, but it was soon followed by a loud whine when he landed a harsh smack on your ass cheek, leaving a red handprint behind. “You’ve gotta use your words, baby; you know only good girls get what they want.”

Your hands curled into fists underneath you as you wiggled your hips, trying to gain some kind of friction to ease the growing need in your cunt. Sunoo rolled his eyes before grabbing a hold of your hip, stilling your movements, and pressing his growing bulge right against your core. Your soft whimper fell from your parted lips as your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, even more so when he leaned over your body, letting go of your neck to whisper in your ear.

“What did I say?” His warm breath fanned over your cheek, sending a chill down your spine; his hand that was on your neck now sat by your head. You bit your tongue as you looked back at him, but a simple push of his hips against you had you falling apart.

“Please, Sun, please.” You moaned out, pressing your hips further back into his, “fuck me, please.”

A smirk spread across Sunoo’s lips before he leaned down, pressing a series of kisses against your jaw.

“Such a good girl, begging me to fuck her on Jay’s pool table.” His hand traveled down to his zipper, quickly undoing it and pushing his pants and boxers down far enough to let his dick spring free. 

You started to grow impatient the moment he pulled your panties off of your hips, allowing them to pool around your ankles. Sunoo grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip along your slit, collecting all of your juices.

“Sunoo, please.” You whined out trying to push back into him to get him to finally put it in.

Chuckling, he lined his tip with your entrance but did not quite push in as he leaned over your body once more, “You’re gonna have to be quite pretty. I wouldn’t want the others to know how much of a slut you are now, would you?”

Then, without much of a warning, he pushed into you sharply, your slick, making it easier for him to slide in. The stretch had your eyes rolling back as a moan slipped past your parted lips. Sunoo groaned at the way you were clenching around him, desperately trying to suck him in.

“Fuck princess, you’re so tight.” Sunoo groaned once more, causing you to whine, covering your mouth to muffle your sounds as he started to move.

His pace started out slow and deep but quickly turned quick and rough as he felt you fully adjust. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, followed by the wet noises that your pussy made every time Sunoo thrusts into you.

Unable to contain your moans and whines for much longer, you started to bite your hand right under your thumb. However, Sunoo took notice. Leaning forward, he pulled your hand from your lips before replacing them with his fingers. Your eyes rolled back as he pulled you up until your back was flush with his chest, fingers pressing down on your tongue.

“You’re so close already, baby,” he let out a breathy groan, knowing he wasn’t too far behind you. Did I really make you this needy playing pool?” Sunoo teased, causing you to whine around his fingers, drool spilling from the corner of your lips.

Your fingers wrapped around his wrist as you felt your orgasm on the horizon, fingers digging into his skin. Sunoo could tell you were close, that you just needed one final push. So he moved his hand that was on your hip to your pulsing bundle of nerves, a peculiar loud squeak leaving your muffled lips as he harshly circled the button.

Your whole body started to shake as you were finally pushed over the edge, a loud moan erupting from your lungs only to be muffled by his fingers pressing down on your tongue once more. Eyes rolling back, you were sure that you had lost your vision for a split second as waves of white-hot pleasure crashed over your body.

However, Sunoo didn’t stop nor slow his movements causing you to whine against him, but he just started kissing and sucking on your neck. The feeling of his lips on your skin made your head spin, eyes fluttering close.

“I’m almost there, pretty; just wait for me.” He sighed, feeling his orgasm right on the tip of his tongue. 

You pulled his hand from your mouth, moving it to your neck, and Sunoo quickly got what you were trying to say. His larger palm wraps around your soft flesh, encasing your pretty throat easily. Your head then fell back on his shoulder as quiet whines and whimpers fell from your swollen lips.

“Cum for me, Sun, please. I want your cum so bad.” It wasn’t until then that Sunoo finally came, painting your velvet walls white with his seed.

He thrusts a few more times, riding out his high before stopping fully inside of your dripping cunt. Wrapping his arms around your midsection, holding you close to his body. His lips pressed against the side of your head as you relished in his warmth, eyes closed softly.

“Hmm, maybe we should get a pool table for the house.” He thought out loud, letting his lips latch to your neck once more, “because you sure seem to like being fucked on one.”

Your face flushed red, and you smacked his arm before telling him that you probably didn’t have the room for it anyway, to which he just chuckled and nodded, but not before getting one last say in. “I’m sure I could just fuck you against this one anyways; we’re over here all the time anyways.”

Your mind then started swirling at the thought of Sunoo fucking you all over the pool table, knowing that it belonged to Jay. Though you were sure, you wanted to find out just how many ways Sunoo could take you on the table.

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-> pairing : enha x fem!reader

-> words count : 3.2k words

-> genre : smut, angst, toxic relationships, enemies, cheating, friends-to-lovers, age gap, friends with benefits

-> warnings : dirty talk, teasing, swearing, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessivness, degradation, begging, praising, marking, oral (f. & m. receiving), use of 'slut' & 'good girl', dry humping, creampie

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

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LEE HEESEUNG - HEARTBEAT

"i can feel your heartbeat, you hate it that you love me."

→ You never liked Heeseung, and luckily, the feeling was mutual - it meant that you were not forced to act as if you didn’t hate each other all the time. You never appreciated people who thought that everything they had was due to them and who couldn’t respect those who had to work to earn their place ; just like you did. 

“- You’ll never be as good as I am, Y/N. It’s a fact, accept it.

- You can be as condescending as you want but one day you won’t have all that money anymore and I will because I worked hard.”

Despite the disgust you felt for him and his privileges, the most efficient way you found to annoy him was to fuck with him. Yes, you hated him, but you couldn’t deny that he was attractive. And yes, he hated you too, but it seemed that he couldn’t get enough of you. 

“- F-Fuck ! You’re always so tight for me…

- If you think it’s just for you, you’re an idiot.”

Heeseung hated it, hated how his body reacted everytime he was inside of you, hated how much effect you had on him. But it was the truth. Everytime he was eating you out, he felt like he could cum in his pants just from the taste that he could not forget. Everytime you were touching him, he had to close his eyes and not look at you or he would definitely get addicted.

"possessive, you’re not mine, but you imply that."

→ “- You can’t go around and flirt with my friends like that !

- And why not ? You’re nothing to me !”

Heeseung couldn’t stand the thought of your lips on Sunghoon’s ones, of you showing him your body just like you did last night in his room. He shouldn’t feel jealous, but he was. So he grabbed your jaw in between his fingers, forcing you to look into his angry eyes. 

“- That’s not what you were saying when I was fucking you yesterday.

- Go to hell.”

But maybe you were the one who was going to end up dancing with Satan with the way you were acting. Everytime, you told yourself it would be the last time. And everytime, you came right back when he asked you to come over. You could tell yourself that it was only because he had a good dick, that it was because you liked to see him suffer but the truth was that you were just as addicted. And when he pushed you against the wall and shoved his tongue down your throat in front of his friends, and that you simply moaned and asked for more, you couldn’t deny anymore - he called and you came in a heartbeat.

PARK JONGSEONG - CLOSER

"i wanna get closer, it’s getting colder, but maybe in your sweater i’ll be warmer."

→ You hated to be that kind of girl, you hated that you were breaking the girl’s code, but was it really your fault ? Jay had always looked at you in a certain way, and even if he was supposed to be off limits because he was your friend’s partner, you couldn’t help but look at him with the same desire. Because it could only be that. 

“- Here, take my jacket, I don’t want you to get a cold.”

You gladly accepted the piece of clothing, suddenly surrounded by his scent that heightened all of your senses. You could feel the pool of arousal between your thighs growing bigger as he landed his hand on your thigh while he drove you home. Jay had proposed that only to have some time alone with you, and the both of you knew it. Even if nothing ever happened, it felt good to have you close. 

“- Are you finally gonna touch me tonight ?”

Jay spared you a glance, but the way his hand was slipping underneath your panties was enough of a hint that you were on the same page. As soon as his fingertips came in contact with your clit, you gasped loudly, having anticipated this moment for so long.

“- Fuck… If I had known that you were always this wet for me…

- What ? You would’ve fucked me sooner ?

- Maybe.”

"you’re scared to get close, but i promise you’ll be okay."

→ “- I said no, Y/N. I don’t want her to discover everything, and I’ve already bailed on her two times this week.

- And you won’t ask yourself why you feel the need to spend so much time with me and not your girlfriend ?”

Jay stayed silent, but he knew you were right. The good thing to do would be to leave his current girlfriend, if not to be with you, at least to have some respect for her. And he used to be a gentleman, he really was, but then he met you and all his values flew right out of the window. But he was too scared to leave her, too scared to hurt her even if he had probably already done that. 

“- Don’t hide your pretty face from me. You’ve begged me to come fuck you and now you’re shy ?”

You shook your head as best as you could, the way his cock was hitting your g-spot rendering you unable to talk or think. Jay smirked, loving how easy it was for him to fuck you stupid, how easy it was for him to get lost in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, or to get hypnotized by your moans and whimpers of his name. 

“- J-Jay, please… ‘M close…”

One of his hands came down to press on your clit and his lips crashed against yours to muffle your sounds. He was afraid that if he heard you whine one more time, he would become a total asshole and leave your friend to be with you. And he shouldn’t even be doing that, he shouldn’t even think about it, but he needed to be closer to you.

SIM JAEYUN - MORE THAN FRIENDS

"i swear all this shit isn’t just in my head, i know we’re more than friends."

→ Jake was the perfect best friend, and even if a lot of people didn’t believe that you and him could only have a platonic relationship, you were. Yes, he was touchy and sometimes, it seemed like you were a couple. Yes, he was at your place more often than at his, but it didn’t mean anything. Or at least, it was what he told you, it was what you tried to convince yourself of to not go crazy.

“- Ah, Y/N ! You’re too hot, everyone is going to steal you away from me !”

When Jake was saying that type of thing, it was hard to believe that there was nothing more between the two of you. You glanced at yourself in the mirror one more time, admiring how your tight dress complimented all your curves. And suddenly, you felt his hands on your waist, his warm body pressing against your back, his hot breath hitting the skin of your neck. 

“- And you smell so good…”

Slowly, your mind drifted back to the drunk make out sessions in the backseat of his car, to his head between your thighs in the bathroom of the bar, to his cock in your mouth, only two weeks ago, at Heeseung’s party. It wasn’t what friends were supposed to do, but you were too scared to address the situation, Jake’s kissing up and down your neck wasn’t helping either.

“- Jake…

- Mmh…

- We’re gonna be late, we have to go.”

He nodded but he still took the time to suck a hickey just below your jaw to mark his territory before going out. He claimed to be only your friend, but he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else tasting you like this.

"i need, need your hand on my waist, please, save me, god, don’t let me die waitin’."

→ “- Please, don’t go home with him. 

- You can’t do that everytime, Jake, you’re not my dad for fuck’s sake !”

And he knew it, but he didn’t want anyone to be with you except him. It was selfish, and if at least, he wasn’t a coward and had the balls to tell you what he felt for you, maybe it would’ve been more sensible. But he couldn’t lose you, he needed you.

“- But I’m your best friend, and I know when a guy isn’t made for you.

- Sure, all best friends fuck each other, common sense. I don’t care what you think, I’m going back with him and I’m getting good dick from someone who isn’t afraid of their own feelings. Goodnight.”

But before you could turn around and leave, Jake grabbed your hands to stop you in your tracks. Without a word, he dropped to his knees, eyes shining with regret. You wanted to slap him across his face for hurting you like this, but you didn’t.

“- I’m sorry, I’m an idiot, I’m sorry. I just can’t believe that you want me as much as I want you, I’m sorry.”

You should’ve sent him away, but you were weak for him, and seeing him at your feet was nice. So you grabbed him by his jaw, leading him under your skirt, his nose pressing against your clit just right. Jake didn’t need more to start licking you through your panties like a starved man. 

“- You have a lot to make up for, Jakey.”

And he was willing to spend hours and hours worshiping you if it was what it took for you to forgive him and give him a chance.

PARK SUNGHOON - OLDER

"think i need someone older, just a little bit colder."

→ Growing up surrounded by irresponsible adults forced you to mature too soon, and it led you to never finding your place. When you were with people your age, they always seemed so childish and petty, making a fuss about everything, and it annoyed you. You knew your perspective was biased because you were the one that grew up too fast, but it wasn’t easier to make friends. And when you were with older people, it was even worse because they treated you like a child, like the young adult you should have been but that you were not. 

“- I didn’t expect to see you come back this soon, Y/N.”

Your eyes immediately fell into Sunghoon's dark but gentle gaze. He was the librarian you quite literally grew up with. When you were little, you spent all your time with him, reading and drinking hot chocolate. But now that you were older, you couldn’t help the attraction you felt for him. 

“- Well, you’ve always had incredible taste in literature.”

You flashed him a smile, and you could’ve sworn you had seen a glimpse of something more in his eyes when you leaned down over the counter to hand him back your books. You could feel the tension, and you knew you shouldn’t play this game with someone so much older than you, but you couldn’t help it - every time he looked at you through his glasses, you felt on fire. 

“- I was wondering if you also had some romance novels to recommend to me, the ones I’ve been reading lately are boring.”

What you were implying was clear, and Sunghoon didn’t lose anything of the show you were putting on for him - cleavage almost showing your tits, lips pouted and glossed, the shortest skirt known to mankind revealing your legs. He felt guilty, but he was only a man and you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

“- Come with me, I’ll show you some more interesting things.”

"baby, am i your little secret ? eighteen, i’m old enough to keep it."

→ “- And here are the books you had reserved, Mrs. Brown, have a good day !”

Sunghoon couldn’t help staring at you everytime you were helping him at the library on your free days from college. It seemed like your outfits were becoming more and more thigh and short as time passed. He didn’t complain, but it made it hard for him to concentrate when you were bending down to replace some books, exposing half of your ass to him shamelessly.

“- You’re acting like a slut, Y/N.”

You turned around, cheeks red and trying to act innocent. But Sunghoon knew by now that you were not. The girl he once knew didn’t exist anymore, only replaced by a demon that teased him all day long. 

“- I’m sorry, can I do something to help ?”

You stepped closer to him, dropping down to your knees as soon as you were in between his legs. Sunghoon closed his eyes and sighed as you kissed his boner through the material of his pants while your hands fumbled to unbuckle his belt. 

“- See, you know how to be a good girl, uh ?”

You nodded, and in no time, you were drooling around his cock, one of his hands tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head up and down. It was definitely wrong, but it felt too good to stop.

KIM SUNOO - I'M YOURS

"favorite mistake, friendship’s over, won’t be the same." 

→ When Sunoo loved someone, it was with his whole heart, and he would do anything for them. But it was especially true when it came to you. You had a special place in his life, something everyone except you seemed to have noticed. So when you mentioned having been single for too long and that you needed someone to unwind the tension, he jumped on the occasion to prove that he was worthy of you.

“- Are you sure ? Won’t it be weird if we do that ?”

Sunoo shrugged, his mind already clouded with thoughts of you and your shiny lips on his own. 

“- I’m sure. I want to help you. Plus, we’ve been friends for so long, it would take more than that to break us up, don’t you think ?”

You agreed, and Sunoo was wrong for once. Because the moment you tasted him, you knew that there was no going back : you could never live without all of this anymore. So you kissed him back, letting your tongue slip in his mouth as you sat on his lap. 

“- Sunoo… Touch me, please…”

You didn’t know if it was the desperation talking or if you had been craving him all these years without realizing it, but you moaned when he took a hold of your waist, guiding you to grind against his clothed cock. And it felt so good you weren’t thinking about your friendship anymore.

"nervous, trip over my words, you’re so pretty it hurts, baby i’m yours."

→ “- You’re so beautiful…”

You looked up at Sunoo with glazed eyes, far too gone from the way he was thrusting into you. His cock was hitting just the right spot to make you moan loudly, and he wasn’t doing any better with the way you were clenching so tight around him. 

“- Sunoo… Feels so good, I’m so close…

- I’m going to cum too princess, gonna make you mine.”

You whined at his words, wrapping your hands around his shoulder to get him even closer to you, if it was even possible. When he told you things like that, your heart throbbed and you wanted him to mean it so bad. But even with the recent upgrade of your relationship, you knew that he didn’t feel everything you were feeling for him. 

“- Cum for me, pretty, please.”

As if your body had a mind of its own, your orgasm crashed over you immediately, crying out his name while Sunoo painted your walls white, head buried into your neck, but you still heard the three words leaving his mouth.

“- I love you…

- I love you too…”

Sunoo lifted his head slowly, meeting your gaze again. Neither of you needed more words than that, you both knew how you felt, you both knew that he was yours, and that you were his now. 

YANG JUNGWON - EYES DON'T LIE

"you say that you hate me, then tell me shit nobody knows." 

→ Out of the guys, Jungwon was the one you were the least close to. It was not really intentional, but he never seemed to take an interest in you when you hung out with them, and who were you to force him ? And hearing Sunghoon and Heeseung joking about the fact that the usually sweet guy he was probably hated you made you end up believing that Jungwon might simply despise you.

“- Ah ! Sorry to bother you Jungwon, I’m just here to pick up some books Sunghoon wanted to lend me.”

Jungwon didn’t ask more questions and let you enter their dorm, rubbing his red eyes. He seemed to have cried, but mentioning it would be inappropriate. 

“- Are you okay, though ? You seem tired.”

Your words brought new tears to his eyes, and though you had never talked to each other for more than two minutes before, he told you all about his worries, and you did your best to comfort him. You didn’t know when, but you ended up cuddling with him at one point, your fingers running through his hair to calm him down and your eyes diving into his. 

“- Can I kiss you ?”

You didn’t know what came over you, but you nodded and Jungwon’s lips crashed against yours. But the way he was looking at you with such hunger, the way he had always looked at you really - but you were too much of a coward to admit it - was making your heart beat faster. 

“- Kiss me more, please.”

And Jungwon did just that, not thinking about all the things that were on his mind just moments before, only you occupying his thoughts. 

"say you’re mine, eyes don’t lie, i swear friends don’t get this close."

→ “- Look at me and tell me you feel nothing for me, go on !”

But Jungwon couldn’t do that. After that one time when he made out with you and a little more, he didn’t dare address the subject with you, too afraid of everything you awakened in him. He was playing it off as best as he could, trying not to stare at you for too long but he couldn’t help it sometimes - you just attracted him for some reasons.

“- I.. I can’t, Y/N.”

He couldn’t because the reason he stayed away from you was that he knew that he would fall for you so easily, that he knew you would become vital for him if he ever got a taste of you. 

“- You’re cruel, Jungwon. You could’ve told me you didn’t want anything from me and it would’ve hurt less.” 

Jungwon knew it was selfish, but he kissed you in hopes it would erase what you had just reminded him - he was the idiot in this story, the only one to blame. And the only way he found to make it up to you was by burying his head between your thighs.

“- Don’t stop Wonnie, please…”

And he didn’t, licking and sucking all of your juices , his nose bumping against your clit every time he moved, and his groans of pleasure producing a vibration that felt too good. 

“- Say you’re mine, Y/N, say I’m yours.

- I’m yours baby, please !”

Jungwon doubled his efforts to make you cum all over his face, moaning against your wet folds. He couldn’t deny anymore that he was down bad for you, he couldn’t deny anymore that he would do anything for you to love him. But seeing the adoration in your eyes when he got up to kiss you again, he wouldn’t have much to do for you to reciprocate his feelings.

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Caught | K.SN (drabble)

pairing: idolbf!sunoo x fem!reader

genre: established relationship au, explicit content (mdni)

warnings: slight exhibition, slight voyeurism, mentions of masturbation (solo fem), doggy, reverse cowgirl, mating press, cream pie, unprotected sex (a big no) , nicknames, degradation, insinuating riding, let me know if i missed any!

word count: 1.1k

a/n: looks familiar? i had posted it on @/emi-en, my previous blog.

When Sunoo came home early from practice, he expected to catch you off guard and surprise you, since you both hadn’t really been able to spend much time together because of how packed his schedule is. What he didn’t expect was for you to surprise him instead… albeit unintentionally.

There was an absolute pin drop silence as both of you stared at each other, heat creeping up your neck at the embarrassment of having been caught. But could he blame you? You both could rarely spend any time together because of his schedule, sex life almost non-existent. You missed him and his touch, of course you would want to take matters into your own hands. Besides, the way he was staring at you right now? Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

The next few moments were a blur. One second you guys were having an intense staring contest, while the next second he was pushing your face into the pillow, one hand gripping your hip tight enough for it to bruise, pistoning his hips into yours at an extremely fast pace, balls smacking against the back of your thighs every time. He let out a grunt, fisting your hair and pulling you up, your back colliding with his bare chest. He brought his lips near your ear.

“Dirty little slut, couldn’t even wait for me patiently. If you wanted to get fucked like a whore you could have simply asked me, instead of humping my pillow like a bitch in heat.”

You moaned, the degradation traveling straight to your cunt, causing you to clench around him. He groaned at the feeling, pistoning his hips up into yours, his cock brushing against your cervix every time. Your mewls increased in volume, signaling that you were close. He fastened his pace, growling into your ear. “Don't you dare cum before I tell you to, or else–”

You cut him off with a loud moan, the coil in your stomach springing free. Your pussy clenched around him tightly, almost tight enough to push him out. Your orgasm washed over you, causing a white ring to form at the base of his cock. His eyes darkened at the sight, before he pulled out.

You shivered as the cold air came in contact with your now empty hole, before gasping as you were suddenly flipped on your back. You made eye contact with him, gulping at his expression. Gone was your cute, bubbly boyfriend, replaced by someone so much more menacing. Sunoo’s eyes were pitch black as he glared at you, his jaw clenched tightly, a vein protruding in his neck. The sight was unfamiliar to you, since you were used to seeing him be your sweet and bubbly boyfriend, who always made sure to take good care of you during sex, always being gentle with you and showering you with praises. Seeing him like this however, was new for you, but were you complaining? Definitely not. His pissed off expression made you gulp, your pussy clenching around nothing.

He kept staring at you with a clenched jaw for a few seconds, before abruptly wrapping his hand around your neck, squeezing tightly, enough to cut off your air flow. He leaned down to your face. “Didn't I tell you to not cum? Is it so hard for you to listen for once? Do you enjoy being an impatient brat, baby? Hm?”

You were starting to grow wet again, your slick gushing out of you and starting to form a wet patch on the bed, something that definitely did not go unnoticed by him. He scoffed, his grip on your neck tightening. “Are you enjoying this? Such a dirty little whore, of course you like this.”

He let go of your neck, before wrapping his hands under your legs, lifting them up and throwing them over his shoulders. He aligned himself with your entrance again, pushing inside, bottoming out in one go. He gave you no time to adjust, pounding into you with no mercy. Mewls and choked gasps spilled from your lips, as you chanted his name like a prayer. Sunoo nearly folded your body in half, hips pistoning into yours at an unforgiving pace. His cock brushed against your g-spot, causing you to cry out. He fastened his pace, his cock repeatedly hitting the same spot, causing the coil in your stomach to tighten once again. He brought one hand down to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves at a fast pace. The added sensation caused you to cry out, clenching around him tightly. Your second orgasm washed over you, as he helped you ride it out. He didn't stop pounding into you even after you were done, chasing after his own high, causing you to whimper from the overstimulation. You writhed in his grasp, tears springing to your eyes as you begged– “S-Sunoo please it h-hurts–”

He ignored you, nearly folding your body in half as he kept pounding into you, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling up the room. He gritted out through his teeth. “You wouldn't be clenching around me so tightly if it actually hurt.”

You whined, tears breaking free from your eyes. The sight of your tears made him snap, making him pound into you with renowned vigor. He could tell you were close again by the change of pitch in your voice, causing him to taunt you. “Fixing to cum again, doll? Weren't you just complaining about how it hurt?”

His degrading words tipped you over the edge, making you cum again, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Your orgasm triggered his own, as he stilled inside you, his cock pulsing as he spilled deep inside you. He slowly pulled out, a mixture of your release dripping down his cock and your thighs, staining the sheets. You felt beyond exhausted, wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and go to sleep.

Sunoo, on the other hand, had different plans. He pulled you up by the waist, situating you on his lap. You whimpered as you felt his bulge underneath you, still painfully hard. He leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“You didn't think it's over, did you? I told you not to cum, not unless I told you to. Yet you went ahead and disobeyed me like an impatient slut, not once but three times. Since you wanted to cum so bad, you will be cumming for me for the entire night, doesn't matter if it ‘hurts’. Impatient sluts like you deserve worse, be glad I'm letting you cum at all.”

(inspired by one direction's does he know)

sunoo as your best friend, bcs of his softness and interests that might come off as feminine, your boyfriend doesn't consider him as a threat at all but what he doesn't know is that he is infact a threat. a big one.

yes sunoo knows everything there is to know abt you as your bestie, things even your bf doesn't know

so when sunoo finds the thinnest of cracks in your relationship, he tries his best to pry it open and widen the gap, crack it open and absolutely demolish the foundation

sowing in seeds of jealousy and doubts in his mind, putting himself forward as an option

sending him texts abt things abt you that only sunoo knows

like how your body moves when you dance freely with your best friends

like how your breath hitches when he hugs you, his hands slipping under your shirt to hold on to the skin of your hips

how you pull back from him knowing you're in a relationship but how you take your time pulling back from sunoo's embrace. letting yourself relax in his arms and push yourself up against him and how he feels your nipples rubbing against his chest

how when he leaves an innocent kiss on your cheek, you always make sure to tilt your head a bit towards him at just the last second so that his lips get the corner of your own, just to have a lil taste of him

but all these text messages are sent to your now ex after sunoo has you cockwarming him after fucking, you asleep

that it was sunoo who orchestrated your boyfriend to cheat

a little scenario

somnophlila , non-con ‼️

“how does it taste?” sunoo watched jungwon fulfill his actions, restraining himself not to push him away and have his turn. they were playing a dangerous game which could result in you waking up any minute. the excitement ran deep in their veins as they looked at your innocent sleeping figure.

sunoos fingers grazed at your rosy cheeks as his other hand disappeared in his pants. a salty substance leaked out of him when he further took in the scene playing in front of him. you asleep unbeknownst to your dear friends lewd actions. he grabbed onto behind jungwons neck and pushed him more into you, drowning him in your juices.

“s’good”,jungwon panted. he was on his stomach getting off on this. his lower body rutted against the mattress for some sort of relief.

satisfied with his reply, sunoo let go of his friend, tending back to himself. he swiped some of what he was leaking and brought a finger up to your lips, forcefully shoving it into your mouth to leave a taste of his own. “such a pretty doll.” he mumbles to himself observing your unconscious self. his cock twitches in his hand and he goes back to work, pumping it.

every inch of jungwons face was drowning in your essence. he let go of your now swollen clit with a pop, removing himself between your legs so sunoo could have you…

PART TWO

warning: smut 🔞

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader, sunoo x fem!reader

he let his head fall between your leg, taking in your addicting scent before diving in. gripping at your thighs he slurped any drops left. feeling throbbing downwards sunoo began to rut against the mattress, staining the sheets in the process. he was desperate, his fantasies were running wild but time was limited and he needed to explore before it was all over. 

sunoo got on his knees positioning himself between your legs. he lets out a grunt as he slapped his heavy loaded cock on your pussy. more and more precum formed on the angry reddened tip falling then on you which he messily rubbed it all over. 

jungwon sat back leaning against letting the older have his fun. your skin was warm at touch when his fingers came in contact with it. movement began to shift before him and when he looked back a pair of shimmering eyes were glancing back to him. 

“wonie- sunoo?”

sunoos eyes wandered to jungwon before proceeding. your voice laced with so much sweetness awakened something in him. he poked at your entrance observing your reaction. fingers danced at your skin. still induced in sleep you let it all take its course. “please…”

“please what? don't know your words?”sunoo raised a brow, slapping his cock again on your leaking cunt.

his actions leave you gasping, silently desiring for more. “words princess, tell us what you need.” jungwon hinted. 

“need you both, use me.”

“now that wasn't hard, was it?” 

a squeal escaped you when you were suddenly manhandled on all fours. your hands were tied together on your back as a hand pushed down on your lower back. facing sideways you could barely predict their next moves. their whispering back and forth between the two peaks your attention. 

“princess?” you hum at your calling, too drowsy to even tell the difference between reality or one of your wet dreams. 

“she’s so gone” the voices fade in the background and you almost slip back to sleep when you feel poking at your entrance again. sunoo collects spit in his mouth before releasing it on your hole. your whimpers are muffled in the sheets. 

“look at you, you’re enjoying this aren't you slut?” jungwon appeared in front of you. he pinched your chin between his fingers making you look up at him. 

his mouth curved into a sinister smile. meanwhile sunoo slowly started sinking one finger into you and then another prying out moans out of you. his dick jerks at every decibel coming from you, impossible not to react to. jungwon wasn't feeling any different, feeling his cock leak through his boxers. he grabs your hand in his placing it on his hard on. 

“think you can handle it?” 

he takes his length out, tugging himself a few times before leading it before your lips. biting on his bottom lip he smacks the length against your cheek, leaving you with no option but to beg for it and with that he gives what you want, driving in his throbbing cock into your warm cavity.

jungwon can't help but make sounds as you swallow his girth whole. spit dribbled at the corner of your mouth down to your chin.

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS

rated: 18+

pairing: sunoo x fem!reader, jungwon x fem!reader

genre: smut

wc: 3.2k

about; Although it might seem like a sweet innocent friendship to outsiders, you and your dear friends know the total opposite is true; behind closed doors, the dynamics reveal a complex tapestry of shared secrets...

a/n: this was supposed to be posted back in winter as you may notice but my brain went blank and gave up on it im so sorry<3

Winter had taken its full course, covering the grounds white turning outside into a magical scene. Snowflakes landed softly on the roof inside your apartment where christmas music sounded from the speaker. Everyone moved around the place hitting a few notes here and there. The air was filled with a crisp delicious scent of cookies. The holiday cheer filled the apartment to its brim. Sunoo playfully protested as the youngest scooped a taste from the mixing bowl before gently pushing him aside. Meanwhile, Jungwon and you were engrossed in sneaking freshly baked cookies, only to be caught red-handed by Jay, who promptly ushered you both out of the kitchen. Jungwon, in a playful surrender, left with a mischievous tune, teasing Jay further. "Want to head up to my room?" he whispered to you. You knew the implication and followed, giggling, as you ascended the stairs. Scarcely inside his room, your lips met eagerly. Pressed against the door your hand travelled south, slipping inside of his sweatpants grabbing him. The action caused moans to escape the latter.

“No more than fifteen minutes, they are going to interrupt” Jungwon muttered against your lips before another moan left his lips when your hands moved stealthily on his hard on. “Would that be a problem?”you teased him. His gaze locked onto yours, a profound darkness swirling within the depths of his eyes. Your breath hitched as his grip strengthened on your hips, pulling you abruptly closer. Your lips found one another again, this time tangled in a more passionate

but still eager need. His soft lips felt like the first snow, entangling you in an unexplainable euphoria. Your surroundings were slowly fading away as you were entranced by the movement of his pillow like lips on yours. He's got you right where he needs, wrapped around his finger. His pulse raced in your presence, longing for your touch. It was a desperate kiss between you two. The sneaking around the past days puts you in a rush of adrenalin. Though Jungwon wasn't the only one you were fooling around with. Sunoo and him had a close relationship that allowed them to pass you between them. Your more friendly attitude and clinginess towards the two didn't go unnoticed. Your friends called it “favouritism” and you were just glad they didn't catch on to the rendezvous that was happening behind their backs.

A visibly wet patch was starting to form on the front of Jungwon’s sweatpants. The more heated it got the more leaked from him. You decided to take him out of its confinement without breaking the kiss. Filthy wet noises filled into the void as you used the sticky substance as lube. Jungwon broke off the kiss, inhaling sharply. His head hung low in the crock of your neck and began pressing small kisses on your supple soft skin. His fingers traced your soft skin, leaving traces of warmth that lingered like whispered promises in the air. The sweet vanilla scent he was familiar with filled his nostrils as he ghosted his lips now over yours mewling, “need to be inside you…please.”

“Not now baby, just let me make you feel good.”

Jungwon enveloped you in another heated kiss, holding himself back from crying out loud when you took on a faster pace. He pulsed in your hand and you knew he was near his high. Jungwon desperately bucked his hips practically now using your hand as his very own fleshlight. “s‘close…” he sobbed against your lips. In the hushed stillness, a tightening grip enveloped his throat, as the air took on a weighty resonance, each breath a measured echo. Anticipation hung thick as he felt it coming. But too soon for his liking. Wanting the moment to linger a bit longer he grabbed your hand from his cock, pressing his lips forcefully on yours. You returned the kiss with the same passion letting your tongues come into play. “my turn”he whispered when he disconnected your lips, grabbing your wrists as he pressed your hands above you, pressing them against the door. A cry left your lips as he attacked your neck, mustering it with hues of purple & blues.

“Sunno, go them upstairs, I need help cleaning up.” Jay said, drying his hands on the apron hugged around his front. He took a look at the timer before getting back to the sink. The kitchen looked like a mess, stained in flour, droplets of spilled milk and sprinkles in all kinds of different forms and colours all over the counter and the floor. It was like children had their fun baking cookies here. Sunghoon tended to a cookie, precisely decorating it with red food colouring. Jake was on the next batch with Ni-ki fighting over the forms,

“We have enough reindeers, what are you making another one for?”

Heeseung took a broom and started cleaning up the floor from its messy contents created by the small flour fight they had earlier. “Shouldn't have done that…”,he grumbled under his breath as the floor was left with a white blanket of flour. As Sunoo approached the room where his friends resided he couldn't help but overhear the muffled suspicious sounds coming from it.

“Jungwon-ah, y/nie stop hiding from cleaning up!”

Jungwon halted his actions, instructing you to not make noise. You gave him a confused glare but soon were in a battle with yourself as he began to insert himself. With a hand pressed on your mouth he began to move at a frantic pace. Nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted even if it meant he would be getting caught at the act. Sunoos' worrisome expression faded when he clocked what was happening behind the door. The doorknob rattled behind you for a few seconds before it fully stopped, only then you were allowed to take a breath as Jungwon released his hand. His strokes slowed down but deepend, leaving you to gasp for air once again. His hands roamed your body grabbing at your skin. Sunoo at the other side of the door thought for a minute before proceeding. The door handle rattled against your lower back as the cold metall grazed your skin.

….

The room embraced a subtle darkness upon your return, accompanied by the silent shadows of Jungwon and Sunoo, both donning a facade of nonchalance. As your footsteps resonated down the staircase, a hushed acknowledgment rippled through the room, heads turning in unison.

"There's still some left if you guys want," Jake gestured towards the container brimming with baked treats atop the coffee table. Sunoo positioned himself directly in front of it, pulling you along. Jungwon chose to recline, flopping onto Jay on the couch, who escaped a grunt of pain at the sudden weight on him.

As your head gently rests on Sunoo's shoulder, enveloped by the warmth of his presence, he tenderly drapes a blanket over your shoulders.

The movie isn't even in Sunoos best interests as he had kind of his own playing inside his head - an inappropriate one involving you. The blood is already flowing to his dick making it even harder for him. A quick look around behind him where the rest was seated gives him the green flag to go for it. Half of them were asleep and the other rest was going to fall asleep.

Without hesitation he takes your hand in his, guiding it on top of his hard on. You glance at him - panic written all over your face, fearing you would be caught. Sunoo reassures you and you don't wait a minute to push your hand inside his pants palming his bulge pressing against his underwear.

“I'm gonna go sleep, s’fucking tired.” Jay's voice made you still in your actions. Your hand slips out of Sunoos pants , directing him to the couch where Jay left now an empty spot next to Jungwon.

As time went on everyone but you, Sunoo and Jungwon fell asleep allowing it all to be easier.

You shuddered at Sunoos cold fingers grazing on your inner thigh. His fingers disappear under your skirt, way too close to your center. A smirk paints his face letting the fun unravel right in the same room as his friends. In the meantime Jungwon is busy decorating any millimetre of your neck in hickeys knowing you were strict about those. But you were too drunk in lust & need to stop any of it. “Spread those legs, little one.”

You do as told from him as his fingers begin to travel, teasing you by going close than distancing. Sunoo has fun while you're whining in protest, striking your hips forward. He finally gives in eliciting a loud moan out of you when he pinches your clit. Jungwon catches your lips before you give a tone out of yourself again, shutting you up for a while. His mouth is hot against you, teeth clashing as it gets messier.

“Jungwon, look how wet she is…”

Jungwon detached from you but not without a whine from you too lean down to see your glistening cunt. He barely can't take his eyes off it, letting his head fall in the crock of your neck with a view on it.

“you’re practically soaking, is it me baby? or is it him?”

Sunoo snickered at Jungwon’s words, rubbing his finger against your clit before sinking two inside without warning. Your head falls back giving Jungwon more space to spread his kisses. Your body tingled with goosebumps as you absorbed every sensation, overwhelmed by the euphoria coursing through you. And when Jungwon decided to shove his finger up there with Sunoos it was all so intense, you could hardly contain it.

Both moved in different paces till finding a rhythm to stick with. You clenched your teeth, biting down firmly on your lower lip, determined to stifle any sound. But soon enough a moan escaped.

Jungwons finger slipped out of you, covered in your juices. Without warning he shoved it between your plump lips restricting any upcoming sounds. You hummed around it as you could taste yourself. Sunoo could feel your walls around his fingers suck him in when he quickened his pace, plunging deep into you with no plan to stop any time soon.

“are you gonna cum, princess?” He taunted, demeanor completely different from the cheery bubbly guy he usually was. His gaze is dark, burning into your skin as he watches every inch of your being succumb to him. His sadistic self is already imagining how to get this game going till you end up with tears streaming down your rosy cheeks.

You felt him going even faster - which you almost felt was impossible with the way he was going at it. Jungwon grunted when you suck his finger harder, even accidentally biting on it. You feel your orgasm approach, a knot in your stomach building up.

“Let go babygirl.”

And with those words you let yourself completely go, jaw falling slack as you drench the cushion under you. Sunoos fingers slip out of you from the force, coated in your release. He can't help but kick those up himself, moaning at the taste of your sweetness.

Exhaustion took over all three of you and soon you were snoozing it up with the others.

The skiing trip two ago is what started this dynamic between you three…

“Oh what the hell.” You muttered into the sudden dimly lit room. Your hand goes to your back pocket, taking out your phone to see what was going on. No signal. This couldn't have come at a better time. You clutch your cardigan closer, stepping cautiously into the hallway. A sudden collision with someone sends you both into a shrieking frenzy. "Who's there?" you gasp, your voice quivering with fear as you try to discern the figure in the darkness.

Light shines upon the familiar face in front of you and you sigh in relief seeing none other than sunoo.

“Sunghoon called, they're stuck in the middle of nowhere, it's a snow blizzard.” He informs you.

“Alright then. We should look for candles?”

Together, you ventured down the hall to the storage room in search of candles. Jungwon barely made it in time, arriving safely but heavily coated in snow. You fetched beverages for everyone, handing a steaming mug of hot chocolate to the shivering boy who stood by the fireplace, desperately trying to thaw his frozen hands.

Sunoo fetched blankets, draping one around Jungwon, who expressed gratitude. The crackling fire cast a tranquil glow reminiscent of sunset hues across the room. Sunoo, engrossed in a downloaded drama on his laptop, settled at the end of the couch, tuning out with headphones. You nestled beside Jungwon, resting your head on his broad shoulder, engaging in quiet conversation as your hand gently stroked his back. Amidst the serene ambiance of the crackling fire, your worries eased, though you remained concerned about updates from the rest of the group, exchanging texts back and forth.

“Are you still cold?” You asked the boy next to you who only nod, letting his head fall on yours.

“I need to warm up…” He mumbles.

He thinks for a second before proceeding, “i have an idea how to…if you trust me.”

Jungwon tilted his head to get a clearer view of your reaction, his lips pursed as he awaited your response to proceed with his plan. It was only then that you noticed how close you were, your faces just inches apart. You could already feel the heat rising in your skin, radiating toward him due to the proximity.

His gaze flickered to your lips for a split second before meeting your eyes again, a small, almost imperceptible smirk forming on his face. The room seemed to grow quieter, the air thick with anticipation. You swallowed hard, your mind racing to process the intensity of the moment.

"Well?" Jungwon's voice was soft but insistent, pulling you back to the present. You could feel your pulse quickening, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swirling within you. The urge to close the gap between you two was almost overwhelming.You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

"I... I'm not sure," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whispery, nervously turning to the other side of the room where Sunoo is, still submerged in the drama he is watching. His expression softened, a hint of amusement in his eyes when he noticed the change in the atmosphere, eyes swiftly looking at you.

"Don't worry about him," Jungwon says. "He won't mind, and neither will you, right?"

You swallow hard, a lump forming in your throat as you assess the situation. Oddly, a thrill of excitement runs through you at the thought of whatever might happen between you, sceneries already flashing in your head.

It seems like you all are on the same page - so why not?

You give Jungwon green light to go which he doesn't complitate for long. Excitement bubbles in him as your lips hover over one another, brushing against. How many times he imagined this moment, being able to feel your lips on him. Your lips meet in a slow, experimental kiss, moving sensual against each other.

Jungwon moves his hand to your cheek, grip festering as he deepens the kiss. From the corner of his eyes Sunoo is able to see the process and decides better now to join in, opting to sit beside you. His touch on your shoulder delicate in order not to scare you. He moves your hair to the side in order not to get in the way before landing his lips on your exposed shoulder.

Sunoo’s gentle touch reaches your waist, his fingers tracing slow, affectionate circles on your skin. Each caress sends a shiver of warmth through your body. Racing thoughts occupy his mind carrying them into reality as he makes a bold move and reaches under your shirt. You whine at the cold hand coming in contact with your burning skin. “you're so warm angel...”

You let yourself loose, getting more comfortable with the two when you pulled out from kiss to press your lips now onto Sunoos.

The air is laced with your moans, sexual tension arising with every touch. Your clothes have taken place all over the place while you remained in front of the flickering flames that shone the room in its calming colours.

“Fuck- i always loved your tits” Sunoo pinched the nub between his fingers before latching onto it. Your whines are like melodies to his ears, intensifying his actions in order to hear more. You can feel your walls contract around Jungwon fingers as he curls them, hitting deeper. “Jungwon- fuck, I'm going to cum.”

“Yeah? Cum on my tongue.”He sped up the motion, slurping away all the slick coming out of you. His tongue pokes at your entrance before entering. His cock feels as if he's about to burst any minute, precum leaking through his boxers already. He tries to soothe himself, bringing a hand down - rubbing over the material.

The knot in your tummy gets tighter and soon enough you come all over his face, adorning the young man in your essence which he happily cleaned from his fingers.

Sunoo lets go of your nipple, standing tall over you as he takes his shaft out of its confinement , the tip angrily red streaming a flow of precum. He gives himself a few tugs before shoving the full lenght into your mouth without warning making you gag in the act. .

“Take it all slut, isn't this what you always wanted.” He grabs a fustful of your hair before pistoning into the warm cavity of your mouth. Saliva is running down your chin, tears streaming down your cheeks while he aggressively continues to shove his cock down your throat. It doesn't take long till he's sounds are coming out of his mouth and he fills up your throat with his seed then pulling out to come over your breasts.

“We should do that again sometime…” Jungwon says from the side before getting up to get a damp rag.

He cleans up the mess his friend left behind on your chest as he cleaned himself up.

Change into new sets of clothes you make yourselves comfortable on the huge sofa awkwardly leaving space between you. Commotion can be heard from the entrance and you can confirm it's the rest of the group as they loudly enter the room.

"EVERYONE COME HERE! FIREPLACE IS ON!" Jake shouts, settling himself in front of the dancing flames that bathe the room in a warm glow.

"Aren't you guys cold?" he asks, turning to the three of you silently sitting on the couch.

"I'm perfectly warm, thanks," Jungwon replies with a smile. He then moves over to where you're sitting, curling up in your lap with a contented sigh. As your fingers gently weave through his hair, a sense of peace and closeness envelops you both, filling the room with a feeling of cozy, heartfelt warmth.

🗒️author's note: this was written so so so long ago and i went back and forth with, was never fully satisfied and I'm sorry for because there were a few people who waited and i deleted it - before thinking about the taglist some wanted to be , i sadly don't remember who it was so if you want to be on a taglist lmk<3

SO ANXIOUS

prompt : breeding

pairing/s : switch!kim sunoo x fem!reader

tag/s : breeding ofc, pwp, riding, switch reader, cockwarming, sunoo calls you baby ( when is it my turn), clit rubbing, allusion to multiple rounds.

"u-ugh fuck!-" the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room, masculine and feminine moans reverberated against the four walls of your bedroom.

"you're so tight, squeezing around me so good baby." he gasped for air as your hips slammed up and down his dick. you could feel it twitching inside you, continuously hitting that spot that makes you fold.

"yeah? i'm kind of getting tired though- ah!" your teasing sentence was cut off as he suddenly thrusted up into you and bounced you on his fat cock. your juices were splattered across his pelvis and he took advantage by using it as lubricant as he continued to rut into your cunt.

"what's gotten you like this..?" you said following with a moan as you felt his thumb rub tight circles around your sensitive clit, the combined stimulation pushes you dangerously closer to the edge.

"sun', i'm gonna cum," he ignored your warning and somehow went faster with his ministrations against your bud and pushed his hips to thrust faster. you squeezed your eyes shut as the knot in your stomach threatens to snap but it seems sunoo has no intention to stop.

"shit, baby i'm getting close." he never stopped thrusting and rubbing and with instinct, you slammed harder against him.

"cum for me.. ha- cum for me baby, fuck!- cum with me!" his moans increased in volume and so did yours as you felt a wave of pleasure run through your lower body and suddenly you're creaming against his cock. you could feel the ropes of cum he released inside you as you continued to grind against his sensitive dick.

you stop when he puts his hands on your hips as he relaxed against the bed with his dick still inside you.

"that was amazing..." sunoo sighed and you leaned down to nudge your nose on the crook of his neck. the after effects of your orgasms finally hitting as he feels his eyes getting droopy.

"ah ah ah. i didn't say we were done now, did i?" and he knew a long night was ahead of him.

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