hoonharem

[hoonharem]

Drunk On You-Park Sunghoon

pairing: professor!sunghoon x student!reader genre: crush to lovers, smut warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl!), oral (m & f receiving), rough intimacy, overstimulation, possessive themes word count: 8k

The first time you saw Park Sunghoon, the world tilted, as if someone had cranked the volume on your heartbeat and dimmed everything else. It was three years ago, your first week at Seoul National University, and you were a frazzled freshman, clutching a crumpled campus map like a lifeline, already late for your introductory lecture.

The autumn air bit at your fingertips, leaves crunching under your sneakers as you raced across the quad, your backpack thumping against your shoulders. You were so focused on deciphering building names that you didn’t see the figure lounging against a tree, one leg propped up, a book dangling carelessly in his hand, until you tripped over a gnarled tree root and nearly ate dirt.

“Well, damn, you’re making quite the entrance,” a voice called out, smooth as whiskey and laced with a grin you could hear before you saw it. You looked up, cheeks flaming, to find a pair of dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

He was tall, unfairly so, with sharp features that could’ve been carved from marble, softened only by a smirk that screamed trouble. His dark hair fell just messy enough to look intentional, and he was watching you like you’d just handed him the punchline to his favorite joke.

He snapped his book shut—a dog-eared copy of The Stranger by Camus—and sauntered over, offering a hand with a flourish. “Need a hero, or are you good at crashing and burning on your own?”

“I’m fine,” you muttered, scrambling to your feet before he could touch you, though the gesture sent a spark through your chest. You brushed dirt off your jeans, avoiding those piercing eyes. “Just… new to this place.”

“New, huh? I can tell. You’ve got that ‘lost puppy’ vibe going on.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping conspiratorially. “Don’t worry, I’m an expert at rescuing damsels in distress. Name’s Sunghoon, by the way.” His smirk widened, revealing a flash of dimples that made your stomach flip.

“Y/N,” you said, trying to sound composed despite the heat creeping up your neck. “And I’m not a damsel.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he teased, tilting his head as if appraising you. “You’re giving off some serious fairy-tale energy right now. Bet you’d look cute in a tiara.” He winked, and you nearly choked on your own breath.

“Thanks for the… help,” you managed, clutching your map tighter. “I’m late for class.”

“Humanities block’s that way,” he said, pointing with a lazy flick of his wrist. “Try not to trip over any more trees, princess. I might not be around to save you next time.” He shot you one last grin before turning back to his book, leaving you to stumble away, heart racing, his voice echoing in your head.

That was the moment Sunghoon became your obsession. Over the next few months, he was everywhere, like a song stuck on repeat. You’d spot him in the campus café, leaning back in a chair, flirting shamelessly with the barista while she blushed over his coffee order.

Or outside the library, tossing a football with friends, his laugh loud and infectious, his eyes catching yours for a split second before he’d flash a wink that left you flustered. He was a whirlwind of charm, always surrounded by people but never out of reach, like he knew exactly how to keep you hooked.

You didn’t dare approach him again, not after that mortifying first meeting, but you couldn’t stop watching. In the café, you’d pretend to read, your textbook a prop as you studied the way he’d lean in to talk, his voice low and teasing, or how he’d ruffle a friend’s hair just to get a reaction. In the library, you’d linger in the philosophy section, hoping he’d show up, which he did, often, pulling books from high shelves with a confidence that made your knees weak.

Once, you’d been bold enough to hover nearby, pretending to browse, but he’d been too busy flirting with a classmate—calling her “trouble” with that same damn smirk—to notice you.

Your crush grew like ivy, quiet but relentless, wrapping around every corner of your mind. You told yourself it was harmless, just a fantasy about a guy who probably didn’t remember you.

But every time you saw him—sprawled on the quad’s grass, tossing out one-liners to make his friends laugh, or striding past with that effortless swagger—your heart did a stupid little somersault. You’d replay his words from that first day: princess, damsel, the way he’d said your name like he was tasting it. It was ridiculous, but you couldn’t stop.

By your second year, you’d pieced together more about him. He was older, maybe mid-twenties, and he seemed to know everyone—slipping into conversations at poetry readings, debate club meets, even frat parties, with a charm that made him the center of gravity. You overheard he was studying something vague, maybe philosophy or literature, but no one had specifics.

He was like a campus legend, all charisma and mystery, and you were just one of many caught in his orbit. Still, you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes would linger on you sometimes, like he remembered that clumsy freshman who’d tripped into his life.

You’d changed too, settling into your applied mathematics major—a practical choice, though it bored you senseless—and finding a circle of friends, including your roommate, Mina, who’d have a field day if she knew about your crush. You kept it locked away, letting it spill out only in quiet moments, like when you’d lie awake at night, imagining what it’d be like to talk to him, really talk to him, without tripping over your own feet.

Your third year was when everything shifted. You were 21, more confident but still a mess when it came to Sunghoon. You’d had a few fleeting interactions since that first meeting—a grin in the café when he’d caught you staring, a playful “Still tripping over trees, Y/N?” when you’d passed him in the library—but nothing real. He was still a stranger, just one you’d built an entire daydream around.

The night it all changed started with Mina dragging you to an off-campus bar, a gritty spot packed with upperclassmen blowing off steam after midterms. You weren’t a big drinker, but Mina’s “You need to have fun” speech was relentless, and soon you were sipping a vodka soda, the music vibrating through your bones.

The bar was chaos—bodies pressed together, laughter drowning out the bassline—and you were trying to keep up with Mina’s energy when you saw him.

Sunghoon was leaning against the bar, a beer in hand, looking like he’d just stepped out of one of your fantasies. His button-down was rolled up to the elbows, his hair slightly tousled, and he was laughing with a group of guys, his grin sharp and reckless. Then his eyes found you, and that smirk spread across his face, bold and unapologetic.

“Well, look who’s out of her library cave,” he called, sauntering over before you could hide. His voice was teasing, his eyes glinting as he leaned against the bar next to you. “Y/N, right? Or should I stick with ‘princess’?”

You flushed but held your ground, the vodka giving you courage. “Only if I can call you ‘trouble,’” you shot back, surprising yourself.

His laugh was loud, head thrown back like you’d just told the best joke he’d heard all night. “Oh, I like that. You’ve got some fire in you.” He leaned closer, his shoulder brushing yours, and you swore you could feel the heat of him through your jacket. “So, what’s it take to get you out here more often? I don’t see you enough.”

“Maybe you’re not looking hard enough,” you said, heart pounding as you met his gaze. His eyes were dark, playful, but there was an edge to them, like he was daring you to keep up.

“Trust me, I’ve been looking,” he said, his voice dropping low, and the way he said it made your stomach flip. He ordered you another drink, waving off your protest with a wink. “On me. Gotta keep my favorite damsel hydrated.”

The night spiraled from there. You talked—really talked—for the first time, his boldness pulling you out of your shell. He was relentless, tossing out flirty comments like they were second nature: “You know, you’re way too cute to be hiding in math class,” or “If I’d known you were this fun, I’d have chased you down years ago.” You gave it back as best you could, teasing him about his cryptic campus vibe, and he’d laugh, leaning in close to whisper something that made your pulse race.

“Let’s dance,” he said, not asking but declaring, his hand already grabbing yours. You weren’t a dancer, but he didn’t care, pulling you into the crowd with a grin that said he knew you’d follow. The music was loud, the bass thumping, and Sunghoon was a force—his hands on your waist, guiding you, his body close enough to feel every move. He’d spin you, then pull you back, his lips brushing your ear as he teased, “You’re making it hard to behave, princess.” You’d laugh, breathless, drunk on the moment and the way he looked at you like you were the only one in the room.

Hours blurred into drinks and laughter, his flirty edge never fading. He’d catch your wrist to stop you from stumbling, smirking, “Can’t have you falling for anyone else but me.” By the time you left the bar, both of you tipsy, the night air was a shock, but his arm around your shoulders kept you warm. You were giggling, leaning into him, his scent—cedarwood and something sharper—mixing with the alcohol in your veins.

“You’re a mess,” he said, his voice playful as he steadied you, but his eyes were softer, lingering on your face. “Gonna regret this tomorrow, you know.”

“Worth it,” you shot back, and he grinned, pulling you closer as you stumbled toward your apartment. Inside, the world shrank to your dimly lit living room, the streetlight casting shadows across the couch. You were close, too close, his breath warm against your cheek, his hand lingering on your hip.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but there was a heat in his eyes that made your heart race. He leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours, daring you to close the gap.

“Maybe I like trouble,” you whispered, bold for once, and that was it. You kissed him, or he kissed you—it didn’t matter. It was hungry, messy, three years of longing pouring out in a rush of heat and need.

His hands were everywhere, pulling you closer, and you let yourself fall into it, the world fading until it was just him—his taste, his touch, his bold, flirty grin still there even as he kissed you like he’d been waiting for it as long as you had.

The next morning, your head was a war zone, the hangover pounding like a drum. You groaned, rolling over on your couch, flashes of the night hitting you in waves. Sunghoon’s smirk, his teasing voice, the way he’d pulled you onto the dance floor, the kiss. Oh god, the kiss. And everything after. Your cheeks burned as you buried your face in a pillow, the reality of last night sinking in like a stone.

You dragged yourself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face, trying to shake the fog. It had been perfect, hadn’t it? Sunghoon had been everything—bold, flirty, larger than life. But now, doubt crept in. Was it just the alcohol? Just a game to him? You didn’t have time to spiral—you had math class in an hour, and you were already late. You threw on a hoodie and jeans, grabbed your bag, and bolted across campus, each step jarring your aching head.

The lecture hall was half-full when you slipped in, sliding into a back seat, hoping to disappear. Then the door opened, and your heart stopped.

Sunghoon strode in, but he wasn’t the Sunghoon from last night. No rolled-up sleeves, no messy hair. He was all professor—crisp button-down, tailored slacks, glasses perched on his nose like he’d been born to wear them. He wrote Professor Park on the board, the marker squeaking faintly, and your stomach dropped.

“Good morning, everyone,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding, carrying that same bold edge that had teased you last night. “I’m Professor Park, your substitute for Dr. Kim for the next few weeks. I’ve been with the university for over five years, though I don’t usually teach this course.”

Five years. The words were a punch to the gut. He wasn’t a grad student, not even close. He’d been a professor this whole time, teaching in some other department—philosophy, you’d later learn—while you’d been pining over him, thinking he was just a charming older student. Your mind raced, piecing together every moment you’d seen him on campus, every flirty comment, every wink. Had he known you were a student? Had he known last night?

His eyes scanned the room, and when they landed on you, there was a flicker—recognition, maybe guilt, but that playful spark was still there, like he couldn’t help himself. He adjusted his glasses, cleared his throat, and launched into the lecture, but you couldn’t hear a word.

All you could see was him—the way he’d grinned at you in the bar, the way he’d kissed you like he meant it, the way he was standing there now, untouchable, your professor.

The hour was torture. You scribbled nonsense in your notebook, avoiding his gaze, but every so often, you’d catch him looking your way, his expression unreadable. When class ended, students filed out, but you stayed, your hands shaking as you packed your bag. You didn’t know what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t just leave.

Sunghoon was erasing the board when the room emptied, the silence heavy. He glanced over, catching your eye, and that damn smirk flickered across his face, bold and infuriating. “Sticking around, princess?” he said, his voice low, teasing, like you were still at the bar.

You stood, clutching your bag. “You’re a professor,” you said, the words half-accusation, half-disbelief.

He turned, leaning against the desk, arms crossed, his grin unapologetic. “Surprise. Bet you didn’t see that coming.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “In my defense, you didn’t exactly scream ‘math major’ last night.”

“You knew I was a student,” you said, stepping closer, your voice shaking. “And you still—”

“Hold up,” he interrupted, raising a hand, but his tone stayed playful. “I knew you were a student, yeah. Seen you around for years, tripping over roots and staring at me in the café like I’m some kind of mystery novel.” He smirked, and you wanted to wipe it off his face. “But I didn’t know you’d be in my class. That’s a plot twist even I didn’t expect.”

“So what now?” you asked, your voice barely steady. “Last night was… we can’t just ignore it.”

His grin faded, but the boldness didn’t. He stepped closer, close enough that you could smell that cedarwood cologne, and lowered his voice. “Oh, I’m not ignoring it, Y/N. Trust me, I’m thinking about it plenty.” His eyes flicked over you, playful but sharp. “But I’m also your professor now, so we’re gonna have to play this careful. Unless you like breaking rules as much as I think you do.”

You swallowed, your heart racing. “I’m not saying anything,” you said finally. “I don’t want trouble.”

He chuckled, stepping back, but his eyes didn’t leave yours. “Good girl. But for the record, you’re already trouble.” He winked, then turned back to the board, leaving you to gather your things and walk out, your mind a mess of everything you’d felt for him—and everything you shouldn’t.

Your life became a tightrope walk after that morning, each step a battle between restraint and the reckless pull of Park Sunghoon. He wasn’t just a professor, you learned—whispers around campus painted him as the untouchable son of the university’s owner, a man who could bend rules like they were made of rubber. That explained the swagger, the way he sauntered into lecture halls like he owned them, the way his eyes lingered on you with a boldness that made your pulse stutter. He was a storm, all sharp edges and playful fire, and you were caught in his orbit, helpless and electrified.

The next few weeks were a game of cat and mouse. Sunghoon didn’t let up, his flirty edge sharpening with every class. He’d call on you in the middle of a lecture, his voice dripping with mischief. “Y/N, care to explain why this equation looks like it’s begging for mercy?” he’d say, leaning against the podium, glasses slipping down his nose just enough to make you forget how to speak. The class would snicker, and you’d fumble through an answer, his smirk burning into you like a brand. “Not bad, princess,” he’d murmur as you sat down, loud enough for only you to hear, the word sending a shiver down your spine.

Outside class, he was worse. You’d spot him in the café, lounging with a coffee and that damn Camus book, his long legs stretched out like he was daring you to trip over them again. “Still staring, huh?” he’d call out, catching you mid-glance, his grin all teeth and trouble. “Careful, Y/N, I might start charging for the view.” You’d roll your eyes, muttering something about his ego, but he’d just laugh, low and rough, leaning closer to whisper, “You love it, don’t lie.”

He was relentless, weaving himself into your days like he belonged there. Once, you were in the library, buried in a problem set, when a shadow fell over your desk. Sunghoon, of course, sliding into the chair across from you without asking, his knee brushing yours under the table. “Math, huh? Thought you’d be more… poetic,” he teased, snatching your pencil and twirling it between his fingers. “Need a break? I’m great at distractions.”

“Some of us actually study,” you shot back, grabbing for the pencil, but he held it just out of reach, his eyes dancing with that fierce, playful glint.

“Oh, I study plenty,” he said, voice dropping, his gaze flicking to your lips for a heartbeat. “Just not the kind of stuff in your textbooks.” He leaned closer, resting his chin on his hand, his cologne—cedarwood and something dangerous—filling the air. “Bet I could teach you something way more interesting.”

You snatched the pencil back, heart hammering. “You’re my professor, Sunghoon. Behave.”

His grin was pure sin. “And you’re my favorite troublemaker. Guess we’re both bad at following rules.” He stood, ruffling your hair like it was nothing, leaving you flushed and glaring at his retreating figure.

The worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing. As the owner’s son, Sunghoon carried an air of untouchability that made his boldness fiercer, like he was daring the world to call him out. He’d slip into your orbit at the worst moments—brushing past you in the hallway, his hand grazing your back just long enough to make you freeze, or tossing you a wink during a department event while he charmed a crowd of professors like it was his day job. He was a wildfire, untamed and untouchable, and you were the fool who kept inching closer to the flames.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of exams, you found yourself at another bar with Mina, who was blissfully unaware of your Sunghoon saga. You were nursing a soda, trying to drown out the memory of his latest stunt—calling you “his star student” in front of the entire class with a grin that said he meant anything but academics—when he walked in. Of course he did. Dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans that hugged his frame like they were tailored for him, he looked less like a professor and more like a rockstar who’d wandered into the wrong room. His eyes locked on you instantly, and that smirk spread, slow and deliberate.

“Fancy seeing you here, princess,” he said, sliding onto the stool next to you despite Mina’s wide-eyed stare. “Didn’t peg you for a barfly.”

“Didn’t peg you for a stalker,” you retorted, sipping your drink to hide the way your hands shook. Mina’s jaw was practically on the floor, but Sunghoon ignored her, his focus entirely on you, like you were the only person in the room.

“Stalker? Nah, I just follow my instincts,” he said, leaning closer, his voice a low rumble. “And they always lead me to you.” His fingers brushed your wrist, featherlight but deliberate, and you swore the air crackled. “Dance with me.”

You glanced at Mina, who was mouthing “GO” like her life depended on it, and sighed. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, but you let him pull you to the dance floor, his hand warm and firm around yours. The music was slower this time, a sultry beat that matched the heat in his eyes. He didn’t let go, his hands settling on your hips, guiding you with a confidence that made your knees weak.

“You’re getting better at this,” he teased, his lips close to your ear, his breath sending a shiver through you. “Or is it just me making you look good?”

“Keep dreaming,” you shot back, but your voice was shaky, and he knew it. His grip tightened just enough to make you hyper-aware of every inch of space—or lack thereof—between you. He spun you, then pulled you back, his body pressed against yours, his lips so close you could feel the heat of them.

“Dreaming’s fun,” he murmured, his voice like velvet, fierce and flirty all at once. “But this? This is better.” His eyes held yours, daring you to look away, to pretend you didn’t feel it—the pull, the heat, the reckless edge of him that made you want to throw every rule out the window.

The song ended, but he didn’t let go, his hands lingering as he walked you back to the bar. “Don’t stay out too late, princess,” he said, his tone teasing but his eyes serious, like he was staking a claim. “I need you sharp for my class tomorrow.” He winked, then disappeared into the crowd, leaving you breathless and Mina practically vibrating with questions.

The next day, you walked into his lecture like you were stepping into a lion’s den. Sunghoon was already there, leaning against the desk, all sharp jawline and effortless charisma. He was explaining a derivative problem with that same playful edge, tossing out jokes that had half the class laughing and the other half swooning. When his eyes met yours, he paused, just for a heartbeat, and that smirk flashed—bold, fierce, like he was daring you to make the next move.

“Alright, everyone,” he said, clapping his hands. “Pair up for the problem set. Y/N, you’re with me.” The class erupted in murmurs, and your stomach flipped as he beckoned you to the front, his grin all trouble. “Let’s see if you can keep up, princess.”

You stood, your legs unsteady, and walked to the board, marker in hand, his presence looming beside you. He leaned close, ostensibly to check your work, but his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “You’re blushing. Thinking about last night?”

“Focus, Professor,” you hissed, scribbling numbers to hide your shaking hands, but he just chuckled, low and dangerous.

“Oh, I’m focused,” he said, his voice a tease wrapped in a promise. “Question is, are you?”

The rest of the class passed in a blur, his flirty remarks disguised as teaching, his bold touches—hand grazing yours, shoulder brushing yours—masked as accidental. He was playing with fire, and you were too, because every time you shot back a retort or met his gaze, you were daring him to push further. He was the owner’s son, a professor, a rule-breaker by nature, and you were the student who couldn’t stop chasing the thrill of him.

By the end of the week, you were a wreck, torn between avoiding him and craving the next encounter. Late one evening, you were in the library again, trying to focus on your notes, when he appeared, sliding into the seat across from you like it was his personal throne. “Burning the midnight oil, huh?” he said, his voice playful but his eyes fierce, like he was hunting something and you were it.

“You’re here a lot for someone who doesn’t teach math,” you said, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed you.

He grinned, leaning forward, his glasses catching the light. “Maybe I’m here for the view.” His eyes flicked over you, bold and unapologetic, and you felt like you were drowning in that cedarwood scent again. “Or maybe I’m just checking if my favorite student needs… extra credit.”

You slammed your book shut, heart pounding. “You’re gonna get us both in trouble, Sunghoon.”

His smirk didn’t falter, his eyes glinting with that fierce, reckless energy. “Good thing trouble’s my specialty, princess. Question is, how much do you want to play?” He stood, leaving you with that challenge hanging in the air, his footsteps echoing as he walked away, bold as ever, knowing you’d be thinking about him long after he was gone.

The library encounter left you reeling, your skin buzzing with the memory of Sunghoon’s voice, his scent, the way his eyes stripped you bare without a single touch. He was a drug, and you were hooked, each flirty quip and fleeting glance another hit that left you craving more. But then, like a ghost, he vanished. No lectures, no café run-ins, no late-night library appearances. For three days, Park Sunghoon was a phantom on campus, and the absence of him carved a hollow ache in your chest, sharp and relentless.

Every moment without him was torture—your mind betrayed you with flashes of his smirk, his cedarwood scent, the way his lips had claimed yours that night at the bar. You were desperate, your body thrumming with a raw, primal need that kept you awake, tossing in your dorm bed, imagining his hands pinning you down, his mouth devouring you. You were a wreck, craving him like a drug, and the fact that he was the university owner’s son, untouchable and reckless, only made the want burn hotter.

You tried to focus—on integrals, on Mina’s chatter about some new club, on anything—but your mind was a traitor, replaying every moment with him. The bar, his hands on your hips, the kiss that had burned through you like wildfire. The way he’d called you “princess” in that low, teasing drawl, his lips so close you could’ve tasted them again. You were desperate, embarrassingly so, your body thrumming with a want that made your cheeks burn in the quiet of your dorm. Nights were the worst—lying awake, imagining his hands, his mouth, the way he’d looked at you like he could devour you whole. You were drowning in it, in him, and he wasn’t even there.

By the fourth day, you were a mess, snapping at Mina over nothing and checking your phone for campus gossip, hoping for a crumb about where he’d gone. Nothing. Just whispers about his father’s influence, how Sunghoon could skip town and still keep his job because of who he was. The owner’s son, untouchable, a rule unto himself. It made you want him more, the idea that he could break every boundary and pull you along with him.

Mina noticed your edge, dragging you to another off-campus party to “snap you out of it.” You didn’t want to go, but the alternative was another night alone, your fingers not enough to sate the hunger he’d sparked. So you slipped into a black dress—skintight, barely there, a reckless choice that screamed trouble—and let Mina pull you to a sprawling house party, the air thick with sweat and liquor. Your heart pounded, half-hoping he’d be there, half-terrified he wouldn’t.

The second you stepped inside, you felt him. Sunghoon was across the room, leaning against a wall, a beer dangling from his fingers, looking like he’d been forged for sin. His leather jacket hung loose, his white shirt unbuttoned to reveal a slice of taut chest, his hair a perfect mess that begged to be grabbed. His eyes locked on yours, and that smirk—bold, filthy, and dripping with intent—spread slow and deliberate, like he knew exactly how much you’d suffered without him.

“Fuck me, princess,” he drawled, pushing off the wall and stalking toward you, his gaze raking over your dress, lingering on the way it hugged your thighs. “You wore that to torture me, didn’t you?” His voice was low, a growl that sent heat pooling between your legs.

“Where the fuck have you been?” you snapped, trying to sound sharp, but your voice shook, laced with the desperation you’d been drowning in. He saw it, his eyes darkening, that playful spark turning predatory.

“Missed me that bad, huh?” he said, stepping so close his cologne—cedarwood and whiskey—hit you like a drug. “Family business. But I’m here now, and you look like you’re about to beg.” His fingers grazed your wrist, and the touch was a spark to gasoline, your body igniting. “Tell me, Y/N, how many times did you touch yourself thinking about me?”

You flushed, but the vodka in your system made you bold. “Every fucking night,” you admitted, voice low, and his grin was pure sin, his eyes eating you alive.

“That’s my girl,” he growled, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the crowd, his grip possessive. “Dance with me. Let’s see how much you can take.”

The music was heavy, a pulsing bass that matched the throb in your core. He yanked you onto the dance floor, bodies pressed tight, his hands claiming your hips like they belonged there. He moved with a raw, filthy confidence, grinding against you, his thigh slipping between your legs, teasing the ache that was already unbearable. “You’ve been a mess without me, haven’t you?” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear, his breath hot and teasing. “Bet you were soaking just thinking about my hands.”

You shivered, clutching his shirt, the fabric bunching under your fingers. “Shut up,” you hissed, but it came out like a moan, and he chuckled, dark and dirty.

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” he said, spinning you so your back was against his chest, his hands sliding lower, gripping your ass through the thin fabric of your dress. His lips grazed your neck, teeth nipping just enough to make you gasp. “You’re gonna be screaming my name by the end of the night.”

Your body was a live wire, every touch sending shocks through you. He was relentless, his hands roaming, one slipping under your dress to tease the bare skin of your thigh, inching dangerously close to where you were already dripping. “Sunghoon,” you breathed, and he groaned, his hips pressing harder against you, letting you feel how much he wanted you.

“Fuck, say it again,” he demanded, turning you to face him, his hands cupping your face, his lips crashing into yours. The kiss was raw, messy, all tongue and teeth, a clash of need that left you dizzy. He tasted like beer and sin, and you were lost in it, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him hiss. “You’re gonna ruin me,” he growled, biting your lower lip, his hands sliding to your thighs, lifting you until you were pressed against him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

He didn’t wait, carrying you through the crowd, ignoring the stares, his lips never leaving your skin. He found a staircase, taking it two at a time, and kicked open a bedroom door, the music muffled but still vibrating through the walls. He threw you onto the bed, the mattress creaking under your weight, and stood over you, his eyes dark and ravenous, like he was starving and you were the meal.

“Fuck, look at you,” he said, his voice rough as he climbed onto the bed, caging you beneath him. His hands were everywhere, ripping your dress up to your waist, exposing you to his gaze. “Been Squares dressed like this, begging to be fucked.” He yanked his shirt off, revealing a chiseled chest that made your mouth water, and your hands reached for him, desperate to touch.

“You have no idea how bad I want you,” he growled, tearing your underwear off in one swift motion, his fingers finding you soaked and ready. He groaned, low and primal, his eyes flashing with hunger. “So fucking wet for me.” His fingers slid through your folds, teasing, and you arched, a desperate moan escaping your lips.

“Sunghoon, please,” you begged, your voice breaking, and he smirked, that fierce, filthy grin that made your core clench.

“Patience, princess,” he teased, but his fingers were already working you, sliding in deep, curling just right, making you writhe. “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? My fingers, my mouth, my cock?” His thumb circled your clit, and you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Yes,” you gasped, and he leaned down, his lips sucking hard on your neck, marking you as his fingers pumped faster, relentless, driving you toward the edge. “Fuck, I need you.”

“You’ll have me,” he growled, pulling his fingers out, leaving you whimpering at the loss. He shoved his jeans down, freeing himself, and your eyes widened at the sight—hard, thick, and so ready for you. He grabbed a condom from his pocket, rolling it on with a practiced ease that made you burn with jealousy for whoever else had seen him like this. “But first, I’m gonna make you scream.”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, spreading your thighs wide and diving between them, his mouth hot and merciless. His tongue flicked over your clit, fast and rough, and you screamed, your hips bucking against his face. He pinned you down, his hands like steel on your thighs, sucking and licking until you were shaking, your body shattering under his tongue.

“Sunghoon, fuck!” you cried, and he growled against you, the vibration pushing you over the edge again, your vision going white.

He didn’t stop, climbing back up your body, his lips slick with you, kissing you deep and filthy. “You taste like fucking heaven,” he said, lining himself up, his eyes locked on yours as he pushed in, slow and deliberate, stretching you until you gasped, the fullness overwhelming. “You’re mine now.”

He didn’t hold back, thrusting hard, his hips slamming into yours, the bed creaking under the force. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips, bruising, as he fucked you relentlessly, each thrust deeper, harder, hitting spots that made you see stars. You clawed at his back, your nails leaving marks, and he hissed, his eyes blazing with that fierce, possessive heat.

“Harder,” you begged, and his smirk was pure sin as he obeyed, flipping you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up, and slamming into you from behind. The angle was brutal, his cock hitting deeper, and you screamed into the pillow, your body shaking with another orgasm as he pounded into you, his groans growing louder, more desperate.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he growled, his hands gripping your ass, spreading you wider as he fucked you senseless, the room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, your broken moans, his ragged breaths. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”

“Then lose it,” you gasped, pushing back against him, and he groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, his control slipping. He reached around, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing hard, and you shattered, your body convulsing as he fucked you through it, his own release hitting with a guttural moan, his body shuddering against yours.

He collapsed beside you, both of you panting, slick with sweat. He pulled you close, his lips brushing your shoulder, his voice soft but still teasing, that bold, flirty edge never gone. “You’re fucking incredible,” he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin. “I’m never gonna get enough of this.”

You turned to face him, your body still trembling, and his eyes met yours, fierce and soft all at once, like he was claiming you in a way that went beyond the bed. “Good,” you whispered, your voice raw, “because I’m already addicted to you.”

He grinned, that reckless, untouchable grin, and kissed you slow and deep, like he was sealing a promise. “Get used to it, princess,” he said, his voice a low rumble, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.

"Well, let's go for round 2?" Sunghoon smirked.

He didn’t tease, plunging two fingers deep, curling them just right, making you cry out as your hips bucked against his hand.

“Sunghoon,” you moaned, your head falling back against the wall, his fingers pumping fast, relentless, his thumb circling your clit with brutal precision. Your legs shook, pleasure coiling tight in your core, and he leaned in, lips sucking hard on your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he marked you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he said, voice low and dirty, his free hand grabbing your thigh, hitching it over his hip to spread you wider. His fingers fucked you harder, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room, and you were already close, your body trembling, chasing the edge. “Come for me, princess. Let me feel you.”

You shattered, a scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm hit, your walls clenching around his fingers, soaking his hand. He didn’t stop, working you through it, his lips on your ear, whispering, “That’s it, baby, give it to me.” Your nails raked his back, leaving red lines, and he hissed, his eyes flashing with hunger.

He pulled his fingers out, licking them clean with a groan that made your knees weak, his eyes locked on yours. “You taste like fucking heaven,” he said, undoing his belt with one hand, the metal clinking as he shoved his jeans down. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the sight making your mouth water. He grabbed a condom from his pocket, tearing it open with his teeth, rolling it on with a practiced ease that had you burning with want.

“Turn around,” he ordered, voice rough, and you obeyed, bracing your hands against the wall, your legs spread, ass out. He grabbed your hips, pulling you back, and you felt the blunt tip of him at your entrance, teasing just enough to make you whimper. “You want this, don’t you?” he growled, his hand sliding up your spine, gripping your hair and tugging your head back. “Say it.”

“Fuck me, Sunghoon,” you begged, your voice raw, desperate. “Please.”

He didn’t make you wait, slamming into you in one hard thrust, filling you so deep you screamed, the stretch almost too much but so fucking good. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, his hands bruising your hips as he set a punishing rhythm, each thrust slamming you against the wall, the sound of skin on skin loud and filthy. Your body jolted with every snap of his hips, pleasure spiking through you, your moans broken and breathless.

“Harder,” you gasped, pushing back against him, and he growled, yanking your hair tighter, his thrusts turning brutal, hitting that spot deep inside that made you see stars. His hand slid around, fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast and rough, and you were gone, another orgasm ripping through you, your walls pulsing around him as you screamed his name.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his rhythm faltering, his grip tightening as he fucked you through your climax, chasing his own. He slammed in deep one last time, his body shuddering as he came, his groan low and primal, his lips pressed against your shoulder, teeth sinking in as he rode out the high.

He stayed there, panting, his body pressed against yours, both of you slick with sweat. His hands softened, sliding up your sides, turning you to face him. His kiss was slower now, still hungry but laced with something softer, his fingers brushing your cheek. “You’re fucking incredible,” he murmured, his voice rough but warm, his lips lingering on yours.

You smirked, still catching your breath, your body humming with the aftershocks. “You’re not so bad yourself, Professor.”

His grin was back, all trouble and fire. “Round three’s starting,” he said, scooping you up like you weighed nothing, carrying you toward the mattress with a look that promised you weren’t sleeping anytime soon.

Sunghoon’s lips lingered on yours, the kiss deep and consuming, his hands still gripping your hips like he couldn’t bear to let you go. The desk beneath you was a mess of scattered papers, your skirt bunched around your thighs, his fingers still slick from the way he’d just unraveled you. The air was thick with the scent of him—cedarwood and whiskey—and the heat of your bodies, pressed so close you could feel every beat of his heart. His glasses were fogged, slipping down his nose, and you wanted to rip them off, to see the fire in his eyes without any barrier.

But his phone buzzed, sharp and insistent, cutting through the haze. He groaned, pulling back, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, his voice rough but laced with that playful edge that made your core clench. He grabbed the phone, his thumb swiping the screen, and you braced for the tension. But instead, his lips curved into a small, almost fond smile as he read the message.

“What?” you asked, your voice still shaky from the orgasm he’d just pulled from you, your body aching for more even as you tried to ground yourself.

He glanced up, his eyes meeting yours, and that smirk was back, bold and teasing, but softer somehow, like he was letting you in on a secret. “It’s my dad,” he said, tossing the phone onto the bed side table with a careless flick. “Checking in. He’s been texting me all morning, worried I’m ‘overworking’ myself.” He chuckled, low and warm, shaking his head. “He’s too damn understanding for his own good.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Wait, your father? The university owner?” The man who could have you expelled, who could fire Sunghoon for what you’d just done with him. Your stomach twisted, but Sunghoon’s laugh was easy, unbothered, like the risk was nothing.

“Yeah, that’s him,” he said, leaning closer, his hands settling on your thighs again, thumbs tracing lazy circles that sent sparks through you. “He’s not what you think, Y/N. He’s… soft. Always telling me to live a little, to stop hiding behind the ‘professor’ bullshit.” His voice dropped, his lips brushing your ear. “If he knew about you, he’d probably cheer me on. Tell me to go for it.” His teeth grazed your earlobe, and you shivered.

“Go for what?” you asked, your voice breathy, half-challenging, even as your body arched into him, craving more of his touch. “You’re my professor, Sunghoon. This is already a mess.”

He grinned, all teeth and trouble, his hands sliding higher, pushing your skirt back up, his fingers finding the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. “A mess I’m fucking addicted to,” he said, his voice a low growl as he kissed you again, hard and hungry, his tongue claiming you like he owned you. “You think I care about the rules? You’re mine, princess, and I’m not letting a title stop me.”

His words lit you up, your body responding before your mind could catch up. You yanked him closer, your lips crashing into his, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him hiss. “Then prove it,” you whispered against his mouth, your voice a challenge, your nails scraping his scalp. “Show me how much you want me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands were on you, rough and desperate. His mouth was on your neck, sucking hard, leaving marks you’d have to cover later, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to mark you, to claim you in a way that felt permanent. Your legs spreading as he stepped between them, his body hard and unyielding against yours.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he groaned, his hands cupping your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples through the thin lace of your bra. He yanked the fabric down, his lips closing over one peak, sucking hard, his tongue flicking until you moaned, your back arching off the bed.

You screamed, the sound muffled against his shoulder as your orgasm hit, your walls clenching around his fingers, your body shaking. He didn’t stop, working you through it, his lips on your neck, whispering filthy praise that made your head spin. “That’s it, baby, give it to me. So fucking good.”

“Fuck me again, Sunghoon,” you said, your voice raw, your hands pulling him closer, and he groaned, slamming into you in one hard thrust, filling you so deep you gasped, the stretch burning but so fucking good. He didn’t hold back, his hips snapping with a brutal rhythm, the bed creaking under the force.

“Goddamn, you feel like heaven,” he growled, his hands bruising your hips, his lips crashing into yours, swallowing your moans as he fucked you senseless. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, your nails raking his back through his shirt, marking him as yours. The pleasure was blinding, each thrust hitting that spot that made you see stars, your body already climbing toward another release.

“Harder,” you begged, and he delivered, flipping you over so your stomach was pressed against the bed.

“Come for me again,” he demanded, his voice a growl, and you did, your body convulsing, your scream muffled against the desk as he fucked you through it, his thrusts growing erratic, his groans louder, more desperate. He came with a guttural moan, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep, his grip tightening as he rode out his release.

You collapsed against the bed again with him on your side,

You smirked, still catching your breath, your body humming with aftershocks. “God,” you said, your voice teasing but raw. "I’m not done with you.”

He chuckled, but his phone buzzed again, and this time he answered it, his voice shifting to something lighter, almost playful. “Yeah, Dad, I’m fine,” he said, his hand still resting on your hip, his thumb tracing lazy circles. “Just… caught up with a student. Extra credit stuff.” His eyes flicked to you, his grin wicked, and you rolled your eyes, swatting his chest.

When he hung up, he pulled you close, his lips brushing your forehead, a gesture that felt too intimate, too real. “He wants to meet you,” he said, his voice soft but serious. “Says he’s curious about the student who’s got me ‘distracted.’ His words, not mine.”

Your heart skipped, the idea of meeting the university owner—Sunghoon’s father—making your stomach twist. “What? Why?” you asked, pulling back to look at him, your voice a mix of nerves and defiance. “He’s not going to care, is he? You said he’s understanding.”

Sunghoon’s grin widened, his hands sliding to your waist, pulling you closer. “Oh, he’ll love you,” he said, his voice teasing but warm, his lips brushing your ear. “He’s a romantic. Probably already planning our wedding.” He laughed, but there was a flicker of something serious in his eyes, like the idea didn’t scare him as much as it should. “He just wants to know who’s got his son breaking all his own rules.”

You swallowed, the weight of it sinking in. This wasn’t just a fling—it was a scandal waiting to happen, a professor and his student, a line crossed that could cost you everything. But Sunghoon’s father being supportive changed the game, made it feel less like a secret and more like… something real. “And what do I say?” you asked, your voice softer now, your hands still on his chest, feeling the heat of him through his shirt.

“Tell him you’re the one who’s got me losing my mind,” he murmured, kissing you again, slow and deep, his hands sliding under your blouse, fingers grazing your bare skin. “Tell him you’re worth every fucking risk.” His lips moved to your neck, sucking gently, and you melted into him, your body already craving more, even as your mind raced with the implications. "Tell him that you're the one who got Sunghoon drunk on you."

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[hoonharem]

ㅤㅤECSTASYㅤ﹑ㅤpark sunghoon

﹙2O1O﹚────𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 ｡⠀

𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋⠀ 诗人，⠀brother ’ s bsf sunghoon x fem readerㅤ゛MINORS DO NOT INTERACT⠀，fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, secret relationship, not proofread.

爱,⠀⠀⠀for.⠀⠀⠀───⠀⠀⠀@riqomi : hi, cutie i changed this up a little since i already had a similar draft. not my best work but i hope you like it nonetheless :3

you draw the curtains over the glass doors arching from the ceiling to the floor, about to walk off to your bed when you hear a knock— a pause.

you have an idea where this is going.

“sunghoon?” you whisper, half surprised and half exasperated, unlocking the door to let him in. “can you stop sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?”

“no promises,” he doesn’t even wait— tripping over the door frame and cursing a little too loud. you cover his mouth with your hand in panic, and he presses a tender kiss to your palm. “missed you so bad, baby,”

sunghoon has a habit, a very bad one at that— climbing up your balcony in the middle of the night to meet you.

it’s a little shameful to have him over like this, as if you are trying to hide your bad habit. worst case scenario, it could wake your brother up— almost happened once— but it’s a risk you’re willing to take when your boyfriend fucks you senseless every time he has a chance.

and then he’s kissing you— because fuck, you are right there, barely an arm away from him. he presses you against the wall right behind you, slipping his tongue right past your lips.

“hoon,” you manage to whisper, despite the scowl on his face when you pull back. “my brother is literally next door,”

“don’t talk about your brother right now, please,” he mumbles, tugging the hem of your shirt to take it off and dropping it somewhere on the floor.

he is quick to hook a finger under the clasp of your bra and takes it off with practice ease. and he almost forgets to breathe for a moment, marveling in the sight of the same tits he has been missing and fantasising about for days.

he cups your breast, massaging as he presses a kiss to your cheek, then jaw, down your neck, eliciting a gasp from your mouth as he squeezes your nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers.

“been thinking about this for days,” he mutters, taking your hardened peak in his mouth. he swirls his tongue around your mound, feeling you jerk at the contact, while playing with the other.

sunghoon treats you like porcelain, no matter how bad he wants to stuff his hardened cock inside you already. he admires how your face is morphed in impatience as he grinds the throbbing erection in his pants against your core.

“sunghoon,” you say breathlessly. “please,”

sunghoon doesn’t wait another second before trailing his hand between your legs, teasing your clothed clit, chuckling at the damp spot under his fingers. “wet for me already,”

before you can even whine at the contact, he pushes the fabric of your underwear, brushing his finger against your slit. he flaunts a prideful grin at the way your hands tighten over his shoulder, and he slips two fingers past your folds deep into your cunt.

he watches you intently, taking in every reaction as he pumps his fingers inside you, relishing in the soft gasp that dances off your lips when he presses against that tender spot into your walls.

“s-sunghoon,” you pant, rolling your hips to meet his fingers as he continues to thrust them into you. his palm presses against your clit, drawing a needy whine from you that is cut off by your breathy words. “so close,”

“go on, baby,” he murmurs, curling his digits inside you just right. “make a mess for me,”

and just like that, you fall apart, gasps and broken wails of his name falling off your lips as he works you through the orgasm.

you let him back you towards the bed, laying down and he is quick to pull his sweatpants off to spring his cock free— flushed, leaking, more so when he teases your entrance with his tip.

he pumps his thick girth a few times before inching past your glistening folds, and sunghoon swears he could come from just how tight you are. “fuck— missed this so much, doll,”

you whimper, nails clawing into his biceps when he sinks deeper, stretching you out. it’s not long before he bottoms out, filling you up completely and nudging that sweet spot, earing a broken moan from you.

his thrusts get faster, impatient, having missed you dearly in a way that could’ve driven him to madness. his eyes refuse to leave your sight, watching your expression break into pleasure, lashes fluttering in pure bliss as you squeeze around his cock.

“that’s it—” he groans, bucking his hips into you. “never getting over this pussy,”

“feels so good—fuck,” you gasp out loud, clenching around him, his fullness overwhelming. he pulls out almost all the way out before slamming back in, earning a deep moan. he could actually have you screaming if it wasn’t for your fuckass brother.

“so fucking loud,” he let’s out a low laugh, putting his hand around your throat although making sure to not press. “keep quiet for me, yeah? don’t want your brother to hear us, do we now?”

he almost gets harder at the thought of your brother finding out about what his little sister and best friend are up to all alone. sunghoon would be dead, but fuck, you’re worth the risk.

he slams his hips into yours with increased need, burying his face in your neck to muffle his own moans and grunts.

“i’m close!” you whine, gasping when he rubs harsh circles on your clit as his thrusts get sloppier. you can tell he is close too with the way his pace increases, wanton moans whispered against your ear.

“come for me, doll,” he breathes out against your skin, feeling himself teetering on the edge with how well you take him, nice and deep.

your words are reduced to quiet pleas and chants of his name as his cock hits your sweet spot, and you finally come undone, milking him through your orgasm.

his cock twitches inside you and he pulls out, making thick spurts of mess on your belly. he leans down to press a sloppy kiss on your lips. “i’ve missed you so much, baby. another round?”

“what?” your voice is quiet, despite laced with a silver of surprise. “if my brother finds out, both of us are dead,”

and sunghoon almost groans at the mention of your brother again. he should know better, but his hand is already between your legs. “about fucking time he knows, angel.”

[hoonharem]

putting it in your mouth soft and feeling it grow. and when you gag a little too hard he loses control—face fucking you, moaning out that you're doing so good for him and how he's sorry for being so rough. not that sorry, though, considering he can't help but go harder when your eyes start watering.

[hoonharem]

sunghoon the type to press the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with the head before slapping his length on your clit instead. sliding it through your wetness and watching, enraptured, the mess you're making of him: his skin coated in your sticky arousal, clinging to every vein. he's so absorbed by the view in front of him he doesn't seem to hear you begging to put it in, hoon, fuck me, please... too occupied watching you shake underneath him instead. reveling in the sound of your hitched breaths every time his tip rolls over your clit or catches on your hole. sunghoon could go on like this for hours, using the silky glide to get himself off until his cum spills over your stomach and he finally snaps out of it, fucking the remnants deep inside your aching pussy.

[hoonharem]

Anon 🐈‍⬛:

I’m here againn!! I just love childhood friends trope so hear me out 😭😭….If u dont mind, Just the tip! Sunghoon, when he first started touching her…. of course it didnt just end with only the tip, they ended up taking both of their first ;)

a/n: EEEKKK THIS IS SO CUTE contains: dom!sunghoon x sub!reader, virgins sunghoon x reader, childhood best friends, "just the tip" to more, implied fingering, penetration (p in v), mention of toys (fleshlight), lowercase intended

"just the tip, i promise." sunghoon would be begging you to let him feel you around him. you've both already crossed the line between friendship and whatever you have now a long while back. but now, he wants to take the next step. he's always wondered what it's like to feel pussy, specifically yours. after all, you're all that he thinks about and wants. the only thing that stopped him before was the lack of your permission. but he just can't take it anymore when you look just too gorgeous under him. your tank top and bra are both pushed up to reveal your completely marked breasts, your hair messily splayed on his pillow. you'd only really have your panties on, already wet from his fingers previously indulging your heat.

it's both your first times, but you trust him as you nod. he wastes no time in messily putting on a condom, clumsy with the packaging, but he's just so excited to finally feel something more than hands or his well hidden fleshlight. aligning the tip against your clothed cunt, he pulses against you before gently removing your soaked panty off of you. he'd lean down to you, interlocking fingers before entering just his tip into you, letting out a sigh of pleasure while rolling his eyes back. the feeling of your pussy wrapping him? divine. he could spend hours in you if this is what it felt like. you too agreed with him, the slight pain ghosting over you with pleasure you've never felt before. unlike sunghoon, you've never used anything apart from your and his fingers, so the increase in the size of what went in you was way different than you expected. luckily, he had prepped you enough for it. he started moving though, your hole stretching to the pace of his movements. it made you feel dizzy, and being unable to make any sounds made it so much harder. you were doing well—until he pushed further in. "i-i'm sorry... jus' feels... so good..." sunghoon would whisper, leaning down to kiss you, just to be careful in case you start being loud all of a sudden.

[hoonharem]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ۫ 𓈒 PUNISH ME, OFFICER ♩

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ────𝗐𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌

警告 : smut, sensory deprivation, porn, bondage, p in v, unprotected sex, dildo fucking, edging, over stimulation, blowjob, organism denial, degradation 2893 for my pretty waifu @kikidoul. actually wrote this for jeno a while back but never posted so now its revamped + edited ><

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"babe, i'm home," sunghoon called out as he kicked off his boots, the heavy thud echoing through the quiet apartment. he hung his keys by the door, the metal jingling against the wooden board, and tossed his uniform jacket onto the nearby chair. he had come home earlier than expected, hoping to surprise you with a romantic dinner before his shift started again.

no response? weird, you must be in the bathroom.

as sunghoon approached the bedroom, the faint sound of running water grew louder. he could hear the steady rhythm of the shower echoing through the hallway. he sat on the bed as his gaze fell upon your laptop, lying open on the bed. the screen was alight with a video that made his eyes widen in shock and his heart quicken in a mix of arousal and disbelief. a girl, handcuffed to the bed, was being thoroughly ravished by a man dressed in police gear.

his mind raced as he watched the scene unfold. this was your dirty little secret? seems like his pretty bimbo wife is not so innocent after all.

suddenly, the sound of the shower turning off snapped him out of his trance. your bare feet pattered against the cold tiles, water dripping onto the floor. you emerged from the steamy bathroom, your skin glowing and your hair plastered to your body under a thin white towel. your eyes widened when you saw sunghoon sitting on the bed, his gaze glued to the laptop screen. "oh, sunghoon, you're home already?" you squeaked.

mortification crawled up your spine as you realized what he must be watching. your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and your breath hitched in your throat. the video was still playing, the woman's moans filling the room like an awkward soundtrack to your humiliation. you fumbled with the towel, trying to cover yourself more, as sunghoon's eyes flickered from the screen to your flustered face and back.

"i, uh, i can explain," you began, your voice trembling slightly. but the words got caught in your mouth like a mouthful of cotton. the sight of his strong, authoritative figure sitting there, his eyes dark with a mix of emotions, made your knees wobble.

sunghoon's gaze didn't waver from the screen, the man's handcuffs glinting under the artificial light. "you've been watching some… interesting content." he replied dryly as if you hadn't been caught watching porn about his damned profession.

you stumbled over your words, trying to come up with a coherent explanation, but your mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. the air in the room grew thick with tension as the video played on, the woman's cries growing louder with each passing second. "i never knew you had a thing for… this," he said, gesturing towards the laptop, his voice a cocktail of surprise and accusation.

sunghoon's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. you could see the gears turning in his head as he processed the scene before him. your heart hammered in your chest as he closed the laptop with a firm snap, the sound reverberating through the room like a gunshot. the sudden silence was deafening, only the dull throb of your pulse and the faint sound of your breath filled the space between you.

he stood up, inching closer to you, his movements deliberate and controlled. you took a shaky step backward, the coldness of the wall against your wet skin sending a shiver down your spine. your eyes remained glued to his, searching for any hint of what was coming next.

sunghoon leaned in, his warm breath ghosting against your neck. "who could've guessed my sweet innocent wife had such wild fantasies," he murmured, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. your body responded with a shiver of anticipation. was he mad? was he… intrigued?

before you could say another word, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you easily and pushing you back onto the bed. the mattress dipped under your weight, the towel slipping away to reveal your naked form. you felt exposed and vulnerable, but also… excited?

his hand reached for the nightstand drawer, and you watched with bated breath as he pulled out a set of handcuffs, the metal cold and unyielding. your eyes went wide as he held them up, the glint of them catching the light from the bedside lamp. "i guess it's time to play," he says huskily, sending a thrill through your core.

before you could even process his intentions, sunghoon had grabbed your wrist and secured the first handcuff around it, the cold metal biting into your skin. your pulse raced as he leaned over you, his gaze never leaving yours as he reached for the other wrist, cuffing it to the opposite side of the bedframe.

his eyes searched yours for any sign of protest, but all he found was a blend of surprise and desire. "you're okay with this?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. you nodded frantically, unable to form words. he smirked, knowing full well you'd never be able to hide your desires from him again.

sunghoon then stood up, the mattress springing back to life with his release. his footsteps were heavy as he approached the closet, the wood of the floor creaking under his weight. the door swung open with a low groan, revealing your most intimate secrets. his eyes scanned the contents, resting on the monster dildo you had hidden at the back. a smug smile spread across his face as he reached for the shelf, his hand wrapping around the thick base.

how did he even know about it?!

his eyes gleamed with a newfound hunger as he approached the bed. your heart thumped against your ribcage, the anticipation building to an almost unbearable crescendo. you watched as he unbuckled his belt, the leather whispering against the fabric of his pants. his zipper was the next to give way, revealing the bulge that had formed in his boxers.

sunghoon grabbed the dildo, stroking it almost lovingly as he climbed onto the bed. he positioned himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. you felt the mattress shift and sink beneath his weight as he leaned over you, the dildo's tip brushing against your sensitive folds. you gasped, the sensation sending a bolt of electricity through your body.

his hand moved the toy in slow, teasing circles around your clit. "h-hoonie, please," you whimpered, your body arching off the bed, begging for more. the handcuffs dug into your skin as you struggled to get closer to the sweet torment he was inflicting upon you.

sunghoon chuckled low in his throat, a dark, sexy sound that sent shivers down your spine. "patience, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "i want to hear you beg."

his grip on the dildo tightened, and he began to apply more pressure. you could feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding to his touch despite the handcuffs that kept you helpless. he dragged the toy along the length of your slit, teasing you mercilessly. your hips bucked, trying to get more friction, but the cold metal of the handcuffs kept you in place, taunting you with their unforgiving embrace.

sunghoon watched your reactions with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with the power he now held over you. "nngh, please," you whimpered, the word barely audible. he leaned down and whispered, "i want to hear you scream." with that, he pushed the dildo inside you, the intrusion making you gasp.

you felt yourself stretch around the thickness, your body clenching and unclenching, trying to adjust to the unyielding object. sunghoon's movements were deliberate and slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, letting you feel every inch of the toy. your eyes squeezed shut, your teeth gritted, as he edged you closer to the precipice of pleasure. the handcuffs bit into your wrists as you tried to grab onto the bed, seeking any purchase to control the sensations overwhelming you.

his hand moved in a steady rhythm, the sound of the dildo's base slapping against your skin echoing in the room. you could feel your orgasm building, a coil of tension tightening in your belly. your breaths grew shorter, your chest rising and falling rapidly. "h-hoon," you begged, your voice a desperate whine. "i'm so close."

with each thrust, the dildo hit that sweet spot inside you, the pressure mounting until you thought you might shatter. your eyes watered, not from pain, but from the intensity of the pleasure that was building, threatening to consume you whole. "please, hoon, i'm gonna…" your voice trailed off into a high-pitched whine as he continued to drive the toy into you.

then, just as you felt the beginnings of your climax, he abruptly pulled the dildo out, leaving you gasping and quivering. your eyes snapped open to meet his, the betrayal and need reflected in them. "please," you choked out, your voice thick with desperation. "please, let me cum."

his smirk grew wicked as he reached for his own zipper, pulling it down slowly. his erection sprang free, thick and heavy, making your mouth water and your pussy ache for his touch. "not yet," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours. "not until i say so."

he grabbed the handcuffs attached to the bedframe and rattled them playfully. the sound sent a jolt of excitement through your body, mixing with the frustration of being so close to release and yet so far.

sunghoon climbed off the bed and removed his clothes, revealing his toned chest and abs, the muscles rippling as he moved. his cock stood erect, a testament to his arousal from watching you squirm under his control. you bit your bottom lip, unable to take your eyes off him as he sits infront of you, his eyes never leaving yours.

he flicks the dildo back on and the gentle hum of the vibration fills the room. you feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he takes a moment to admire the toy glistening with your arousal. "so wet for me, aren't you?" he says, his voice gruff with need. "so desperate to get fucked like a slut."

sunghoon strokes his cock, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches you squirm. the sight of his strong hand wrapped around his shaft, moving in rhythm with the dildo inside you, sends waves of heat through your body. you bite your lip to stifle a moan, the frustration of being so close to climax yet denied it by his teasing driving you wild.

his grip tightens, his strokes becoming more erratic as he watches the dildo move in and out of you, your juices coating it with every thrust. you can see the veins in his neck bulging, his pupils dilated with lust. the handcuffs dig into your skin as you try to hold onto the bed, your body begging for release.

his eyes never leave yours as he jerks his cock, the precum glistening at the tip. "you like being my little fuck toy, don't you?" he asks, his voice a gravelly whisper. you nod, unable to form words as the pleasure builds within you.

just as you feel the first spasm of your orgasm, the telltale sign of release, sunghoon reaches over and flicks off the dildo. the sudden absence of the vibration leaves you panting, your body strung tight like a bow ready to snap. "n-no, hoon, please," you whine, your voice desperate.

his eyes dance with mischief as he watches your frustration, his hand still stroking his own cock, now slick with pre-cum. "not yet," he repeats, his voice a dark promise. your hips buck involuntarily, trying to find any semblance of the pleasure that was just snatched away from you. the handcuffs rattle against the bedframe, a taunting reminder of your helplessness.

sunghoon then leans in, placing the tip of his cock against your parted lips. the heat of him, the smell of him, sends a thrill through you. your eyes widen, but you don't dare move. his hand reaches behind your head, threading through your damp hair, and he pulls you closer, guiding his length into your mouth. you gag slightly as he pushes deeper, filling your mouth with his hardness.

his grip tightens, the handcuffs biting into your wrists as you struggle to accommodate his size. your eyes water and your jaw aches, but you don't dare pull away. you know he's watching you, watching the way your mouth stretches around his cock, watching the way you fight to take him all in. the taste of him is intoxicating, the salty tang of his precum coating your tongue as he starts to fuck your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.

his hips rock back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of your lips. you can feel the head hit the back of your throat with each thrust, the sensation making your eyes water even more. your hands are bound and useless, leaving you completely at his mercy. you moan around his shaft, the vibrations sending a new wave of sensation through your already overwhelmed body.

sunghoon groans, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fucks your mouth with increasing urgency. you can feel his cock swelling, the muscles in his thighs tensing. his grip on your hair tightens as he starts to thrust harder, faster, his hips snapping against your face.

he pulls out, his cum spurting across your face and chest. it's hot and sticky, painting your skin in ropes of white. you watch, wide-eyed and panting, as he continues to come, his cock pulsing with each spurt. your tits were coated in sticky white ropes.

sunghoon then sits back, panting heavily, his cock still twitching. his eyes never leave yours as he reaches out, wiping the remaining cum from your face with his thumb, and pushes it into your mouth. "suck it clean, slut."

you obey, your tongue swirling around his digit, tasting the salty bitterness of his release. the humiliation only serving to heighten your arousal.

sunghoon's eyes flare with desire as he watches you clean him up. he reaches down to remove the handcuffs, releasing you from your restraints. your arms fall limply to the side, the skin around your wrists red and slightly bruised. you look up at him, your eyes glazed with need.

his cock is still semi-hard, and he uses the cum that's on his hand to lubricate himself, spreading it down his shaft. sunghoon grabs your ankles and pulls your legs apart, your pussy glistening and begging for his attention. you're trembling with need, your body aching for his touch. he climbs between your legs, his eyes dark with desire.

without another word, he plunges into you, his cock filling you up in one swift motion. you scream, the mix of pain and pleasure making your toes curl. your pussy stretches around his girth, your walls tightening around him like a vice.

sunghoon's eyes never leave yours as he starts to move, his hips pistoning into you. every stroke hits that perfect spot, the one the dildo had been teasing all along. your breath comes in ragged gasps as he fucks you.

his hands are everywhere, grabbing at your hips, your breasts, your throat. his teeth bite into the flesh of your shoulder, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. you arch up to meet him, your nails digging into his back, leaving trails of red against his pale skin.

his strokes are deep and punishing, his cock claiming you in a way that you never knew was possible. you're so wet that you can hear the wet smack of his skin against yours, the sound echoing in your ears like a dirty mantra. your orgasm is a tight coil in your belly, winding tighter and tighter with every thrust.

sunghoon's movements become more erratic, his breaths coming in harsh pants. you can feel his muscles tense, his body poised on the edge of his own release. you're so close, so close…

and then, it happens.

you squirt, your body letting go of the pent-up pleasure that had been building since the moment he first touched you with the dildo.your pussy spasms around his cock, the muscles clenching and releasing as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls over you.

the sensation is so intense that you scream his name, your voice hoarse from the restrained moans and pleas of the past few minutes. sunghoon's eyes widen in surprise and delight, his pace never faltering as he continues to pound into you. the warmth of your release coats his cock, making the sensation of him moving inside you even more exquisite.

his own climax follows shortly after, a growl ripping from his throat as he empties himself into you. the feeling of his hot seed filling you sends another shockwave through your body, making you come again.

sunghoon collapses onto the bed, his weight pressing you into the mattress. your legs are still wrapped around his waist, his cock still buried deep inside you.

you have never been more glad to have left your laptop open before going to shower…

── : @rikkesttz @nics-fxy @woniesbae

[hoonharem]

Submissive hoon? Orrr we could do toxic hoon…:3

toxic hooooon feral noises

MDNI 

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Your thighs tremble where they rest on either side of his face, his tongue flicking rhythmically against your clit like it's something he's practiced to perfection—and he has. Sunghoon's fingers dig into the softness of your hips, thumbs spreading you open while he moans softly into you like he's the one getting off.

And in a way, he is.

Your body jerks when he flattens his tongue, dragging it slow, indulgent. He tilts his face up enough to mutter against your slick, "You always taste so sweet when you're upset with me."

Your hand tugs his hair harder than you meant to.

"Don't say that."

But he only hums again, lazily, like he's unbothered. Like the way he got you here, half dressed, pissed off, thighs shaking, is a win in his twisted little book. You're trying to hold onto the thread of frustration. You were angry, you still should be angry. But he's got you falling apart on his mouth like every other time he finds a way to make himself the cure to his own chaos.

Because somehow, Sunghoon is always the one who's hurt. Who needs to be forgiven. Who says things like "I didn't mean it like that, baby," with big eyes and a voice so soft you almost forget what he's actually saying.

He'd texted you from his friend's place last night at 1AM. Then gone silent. No replies, no calls answered. Just a three-hour stretch of anxiety sitting in your chest like a boulder until he showed up this morning at your apartment with the same puppy dog pout and an "I fell asleep on the couch, swear."

And maybe that would've worked on you again, like it always does, if not for the notification that popped up on his phone while he went to get water.

"You okay baby? Thought your girl was getting suspicious. lol."

You didn't say anything. Not right away.

You just sat there, watching him walk back in with that little bashful smile, kissing your cheek, curling up next to you like he was starving for closeness.

"Missed you all night," he whispered, curling his fingers around your wrist to pull your hand to his chest, holding it there like you were the one who'd been gone.

That's how you always end up like this—with your legs over his shoulders and his mouth buried between your thighs. He uses sex like silk to cover his missteps, winding himself tighter around you with each gentle kiss and whimpering apology.

You'd told him once you like when he begs. Now he does it like clockwork. "Don't hate me," he says now, voice muffled against your cunt as he slides two fingers inside. His lips drag up your inner thigh as you whine out his name, chest heaving. "I can't take it when you look at me like that. I'll go insane.

You almost don't hear the desperation behind it anymore. It sounds too rehearsed. Like he's said it a thousand times, probably to you, maybe to others too. You don't even know anymore.

He shifts upward, fingers still knuckle deep inside you, his cock straining against his stomach, flushed and leaking. He doesn't even ask before he straddles your waist, reaching behind himself with an ease that feels almost calculated, finding your clit with the heel of his palm while his fingers curl deep.

Your eyes widen.

"Hoon—"

"Shhh," he whispers, leaning down to kiss your mouth as his hips rock against your belly, pre-cum smearing across your skin. "Let me make it up to you."

And god—he does. His fingers know just how to press, just where to curl, and your mind is fuzzy, too overwhelmed to sort through what's real and what's manipulation.

You don't even remember when he sinks into you—all you know is that he's deep, forehead to yours, hips barely moving. His voice breaks into a soft whimper.

"Say you forgive me," he pants, kissing the corner of your mouth. "Say it, baby. Please."

He rolls his hips deeper, your breath catching at the stretch.

"Sunghoon—"

"No, say it," he repeats, a little sharper now, though it's wrapped in a soft breath. His forehead presses harder to yours as he thrusts again, slower this time, almost punishing. "Please. I can't handle it if you don't."

If you weren't so gone, body limp and pliant underneath him, you might've caught how it wasn't really a plea—it was a demand wrapped in desperation. His hands aren't just clinging to you, they're pinning you, thumb pressed into your jaw to keep your face tilted up, eyes wide for him.

He's begging, yes but not like a man asking for forgiveness. Like a man who needs your absolution to keep control.

But you don't catch it. Not then.

Not when he's fucking you like he's trying to own every part of you, cock dragging through your walls until your legs shake. Not when he's moaning into your skin, voice breaking apart with need and something far more dangerous, "Don't be mad at me anymore. I can't fucking take it, I'll lose my mind, baby."

It's only afterward, when you're lying there spent, head laid on his glistening chest, that you remember everything.

Like the time he got you to stop going to girls' nights because he "just doesn't sleep well without you."

Or how he told you he hates condoms because it makes him feel like there's something between you.

How when you cried the first time he said "you make me crazy when you talk to other guys," he wiped your tears and made you come four times that night with your legs over his shoulders and soft apologies in your ear.

Sunghoon is never outright cruel. He's never loud, never aggressive.

But the way he needs you, it’s no longer sweet. He shifts under you now, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your hair.

"Still mad?" he mumbles, sleepy and soft.

You want to say yes, get up and kick him out of your apartment, but you shake your head instead, mumbling a little, "No." And you stay because sweet boys with soft mouths and ruined eyes make you feel needed. And Sunghoon knows that. He always has.

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• a/n: i wouldn’t leave either 🤧

[hoonharem]

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p.sunghoon 𝒙 f.reader

𝓦c ::: est -1k 𐙚 𝓢harinote ::: returning to my roots 𐙚 warnin𝓰.ᐟ ::: somnophilia · prone bone · thigh humping/fucking · whiny sunghoon · pet-names · f.ᐟreader

sunghoon wakes up hard.

he doesn’t know what time it is—the digital clock on your bedside isn’t any use.

all he knows is his cock is throbbing… it’s aching and leaking against the soft cotton of his boxers. the tent in his pants is suffocating. and you’re right there.

fast asleep on your stomach—-warm, soft, and oh so close that it makes him dizzy…he can practically smell the sweet vanilla of your body wash still clinging onto your skin from last night's shower.

and it’s driving him insane.

the way your lips part slightly. the way your hair’s barely tied up. the slow rise and fall of your chest with every shallow breath, your tank top’s strap slipping down your shoulder—all of it.

but most of all, your thighs…

pillowy. slightly agape. just enough space for him to press himself in between the muscles.

he tries to ignore it. really, he does.

he shifts under the sheets, clenching his fists, palming his boxers, biting his lip—but it won’t go away.

not when you smell like sleep and sin… not when there’s still a faint, sticky wetness dampening the center of your panties from the night before.

not when he’s so fucking hard it hurts.

he breathes out a curse—quiet and ragged, careful not to wake you. then, he carefully pushes his boxers down just enough to expose himself.

his cock springs free, flushed and wet at the tip as he shakily slides in between the dip of your thighs with a breathy gasp.

“fuck—fuck,” he whispers, already shaking. “s-sorry, baby… need it so bad…”

he rocks his hips slowly, dragging his cock between your thighs, your soft skin hugging him perfectly. the friction of your lacey underwear makes his head spin. It’s too much—his hands rush to your waist, squeezing and pawing at your sides.

“mm…” you shift in your sleep, muttering something barely coherent. he stills—heart pounding. cock heavy and aching. It’s not like he was doing anything wrong… you two had had the talk.

“don’t mean to wake you,” he breathes, gently kissing your shoulder. “just—just let me use you for a second, yeah? promise i’ll be quick…”

he’s panting now, talking more to himself than your half-asleep figure as he continues rutting between your thighs like he’s lost his mind, which he he feels like he is…

eventually, you stir awake completely, your eyes fluttering open softly, feeling the veins of his dick rubbing against your clit between your thighs. “a-ah… hoon, fuck..!”

“feels so good, baby. always feel so good for me.”

his hips stutter and his voice cracks as he comes, grinding helplessly into your thighs, painting your skin with it; the sticky ropes of white cum spurt from his tip—ruing your panties and littering the plush of your thighs.

his chest trembles against your back as he whines into the crook of your neck.

and even as his eyes flutter shut again, lips brushing your spine, his cock softening between your legs—he’s still whispering your name like a prayer. “couldn’t help myself… fuck you’re perfect, so perfect.”

[hoonharem]

paparazzi

pairing ; paparazzi!sunghoon x idol!fem!reader || wc ; 4.3k

warning ; consensual sex, stalking, one mention about starving (oh you know idols...), non-consensual pictures taking (non-sexual), reader is lowkey depressed, slight angst if you squint, alcohol, loss of virginity, cumshot, sunghoon cums on your face, he's a creep, death, drowning, probably more but i don't know how to tag this...

sunghoon thought your biggest mistake was auditioning at a newly-built company, instead of a popular one just because they were controversial. 

the industry loves controversy. they fed on it. you thought you were being clever—thought you were avoiding the long lines of future idols at the big names. you didn’t realise a no-name company wouldn’t fight for you once things got hard. wouldn’t protect you. wouldn’t last. 

you looked like you haven’t slept for days. 

the company he worked under didn’t even know your name when his manager brought you up. you were just the center girl from a viral fancam—the clip got passed around in online forums not because of your dancing—but the way your top had slipped slightly and someone in the crowd had zoomed in too far. 

assigned, dispatched, paid. 

“group’s on its last leg,” he continued. “no official statement yet, but they’re disbanding pretty soon,” mr. baek hummed, his fingertips drumming against the wooden desk. “but some of the bigger companies are sniffing around. especially her.” 

sunghoon leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowed to look properly. you’re pretty—as expected from an idol. this girl had that something soft and severe at the same time. a pretty girl who didn’t know how pretty she was—the stylists didn’t do a good job in pushing you to your full potential look-wise. 

“name’s yn, i don’t think she uses any stage names,” his manager said, almost offhandedly. “she’s the one they want. not sure how this small company bagged her first. they said she’s got better offers lined up—and we want a portfolio for when she jumps.” 

“a portfolio?” 

“yeah. if she gets bought, the new company will pay a fortune for clean, rare shorts of her pre-transfer. nothing explicit—just some candid shots. you know the drill, park.”

sunghoon exhaled through his nose, his fingers pressed to massage his temples. it all sounded so dull and predictable and boring. “why not send one of the new guys?” he asked, shifting in his seat. “they’d love young idols to stalk. i specialised in scandals, not idol fluff shit.” 

his manager shrugged, placing a stick of cigarette between his two lips. “c’mon,” he chuckled. “they don’t have your eyes. you can get the kind of shots that feel intimate, ya know?” sunghoon stared at the image a little longer. you were standing slightly turned from the others, a hair’s breadth of space between you and your member. 

this was just one of the things sunghoon had to do in his field of work. at least, this was slightly easier than having to dig up information for a new scandal—this one’s just following around and pressing finger on the shutter. sounds easy enough. 

you didn’t even have any bodyguards around to protect you.

sunghoon hadn’t planned to take his job so seriously. it was supposed to be easy money.

but now, looking at you through his viewfinder—squatting on the curb and running your hand through your locks—sunghoon found himself pausing. 

you weren’t like the other idols sunghoon had seen on his coworker’s desks—you weren’t polished. messy, slipping through the cracks—pretty in a way that’s accidental. 

he held his breath without meaning to. your eyes darted to the side to fight the urge to cry, tiny tension creased between your brows. 

he zoomed in on your face.

a few strands of dyed hair clung to your lips, your eyes were red, skin dull and tired. sunghoon watched as you blinked slowly, like you were about to break in the prettiest way. 

click—

pretty, sunghoon thought again—but he didn’t mean solely your face. the expression of mixed vulnerability and defiance that you had on—the kind of attractive people missed if they solely looked for beauty.

sunghoon lowered the camera slightly, blinking against the residual imprint of your face on the viewfinder. his body didn’t move to leave just yet.

he took another shot just in case.

——

“hey, mr. baek’s calling for ya,” his coworker said. 

sunghoon sighed, “yea, okay.”

he already knew what the old man wanted—pictures, updates, progress shots of that sunghoon wasn’t slacking off.

mr. baek’s door was half-open. he barely looked up from his phone when sunghoon stepped in. 

“well?”

sunghoon forced a nod, sliding a usb across the desk. “got some shots outside of the studio, and a few from last weekend. she was out with the rest of the girls.” 

his manager finally looked up. “any buzz yet? forums? comments?”

“just some. fans said she looked tired.” 

“nice. you send those to min-kyu, he’s prepping a piece about underdogs making it out of flop groups. tragedy-porn.” he let out a chuckle like it’s funny, shaking his head before leaning it back against the headrest. 

back at his desk, sunghoon plugged in a backup drive and opened the folder titled—deliverables. the images were all tagged green, clean and safe. you laughing with your members, stylists pinning your outfit backstage—normal. pretty. usual.

but before transferring them, he paused.

his cursor hovered over another folder—one he hadn’t named yet. just a string of random numbers. inside were the other shots—

the raw ones. 

a silhouette behind cheap, sheer white curtains, your body just barely visible as you pulled your shirt over your head—the shape of your back, the roundness of your pretty covered breasts, the curve of your waist down to your hips, the slope of your neck—they were all visible to his eyes. 

your fingers combing through damp hair in a dimly-lit room, one where you had forgotten to properly bind your curtains together and leaving a tiny gap in between—just enough for sunghoon to see you applying lotion over your bare legs. 

the pictures weren’t taken on instinct. he’d waited. stood on the opposite rooftop for forty-five minutes in the wind with the shutter off and the light adjusted. these were chosen.

a sickness bloomed in the pit of his stomach every time he opened the folder. not guilt, for sure—but something hungrier. 

sunghoon knew he shouldn’t keep them—in fact, he should’ve given these ones instead to mr. baek—this was enough for sunghoon to receive his payment and move to another project, but no—

these pictures—they were just for his eyes.

 ——

you didn’t hear it from official mouths. the rumours slipped through cracks and half-whispers in makeup rooms and trailing after stylists’ side-eyes. they cling to the silence your manager gave when you asked too many questions.

“are we disbanding?” you’d said earlier that morning. the girls never asked except for you. 

your manager looked at you like you’d asked something ridiculous. “no one said anything about that, yn,” he replied, too quickly—with a roll of eyes. “let’s focus on the upcoming schedule, yeah?” 

but there was no upcoming schedule. there was no comeback, no showcase, no nothing. neither you nor the girls had brands booking or scheduled photoshoots. 

you couldn’t take it anymore. everything that you’ve worked for—the sleepless nights and the degrading stages, the stomach you had to starve flat to fit in extra extra small clothes. was that all for nothing? had your efforts gone down the drain like it meant nothing?

so you stood, and left the practice room. 

walking straight out the side exit of the building, you pulled your hoodie over your head. you didn’t bother with the mask or the sunglasses—you were a nobody anyway. not a normal citizen, nor anybody famous. just something in between, not belonging anywhere. 

and that’s how you ended up in a small, run-down bar—the kind that didn’t need cards or ask questions. just a counter, a couple of stools, and dull old rock songs humming through worn-out speakers. 

you slid into the farthest corner, tapping your fingertips against the wooden bar. you weren’t even sure what to order—you’ve never been here. but it didn’t matter, anything would do. you just needed something to sit on your tongue and keep your mind distracted. 

the bartender barely looked up to you when he took your order.

so irrelevant.

by the time you knew it, on your second drink, someone slid into the seat beside you. you didn’t look at him at first—just caught the way his sleeve brushed the counter, and the faint smell of his cologne. clean. expensive.

“run away?” he said after a moment, voice low and casual.

you slowly glanced at him from the corner of your eyes, barely turning your head. he had a black cap on, face angled down, his eyes half in shadow—but he didn’t look threatening. 

“is it obvious?”

he gave a slight shrug, lips curling like he was trying not to smile. “sunghoon.” 

you blinked, the name taking a second to settle. it’s a nice name—an even nicer face once you’ve had a good look at him. sharp nose, two moles on his face, thick-dark brows… if you weren’t an idol yourself, you would’ve mistaken him for one.

“okay,” you muttered, turning your glass slowly on the counter. “i’m not telling you mine.”

“that’s fine.” sunghoon chuckled, his lips curled into a teasing smile as he nodded his head.

he said he worked freelance, “in production”. you didn’t press, he didn’t ask about your either. that helped.

you weren't usually like this. you didn’t flirt with strangers and you didn’t talk like this—you blamed it on the alcohol. but tonight, your life didn’t feel like yours anyway. it was crumbling, any second now, it’d turn into nothing.

the two of you talked until the bar dimmed its lights, until your hands started brushing when you reached for your drinks. “i don’t wanna go home—” you told him. sunghoon didn’t offer a solution. he paid the tab, stood up, and—

”do you wanna go back to mine?”

——

you’re so soft in all the right places.

the thought pulses through sunghoon’s head like a fever dream—unshakeable. every time his hands move along your curve, it finds something new to worship. from the dip of your waist, the slope of your neck, the way your breath catches when he touches you like that. 

everything feels so overwhelming—you blame it on the alcohol. maybe it’s the way your body responds like it’s been touch-starved of warmth and comfort. of reassurance. maybe you needed this—an escape from the harsh reality that you might be a no-name when tomorrow comes. 

“fuck, baby,” sunghoon pulls away to catch a breather, his lips are swollen, eyes glassy, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. you’ve never been kissed the way he did, they were all innocent back when you were in high school. but this?

this man who hovers just enough above you pressed his mouth to yours like it would anchor him had the world burn down on you. it’s rough, too many teeth and tongue involved—but it doesn’t hurt.

your chest rises too fast. your limbs feel heavy, warm, boneless. it’s not just lust with sunghoon—it’s the weight of something else pressing against your ribs. 

sunghoon’s forehead rests against yours for a moment, his breath coming out shaky. you’re not sure what he’s seeing in you when he looks at you with that sharpness in his eyes. 

“mh,” you let out a soft moan as he latches his teeth onto your neck to leave marks and bites on them. his teeth graze the sensitive skin, slow and deliberate. you feel it—the faint bloom of pain beneath the heat. a mark, a bite, and another.

he doesn’t bother asking if he’s even allowed to—and you’re not about to tell him of your failing career. your failing idol career. frankly, the whole shit isn’t even occupying your mind at the moment. 

his mouth maps a trail along your throat like a brand, staking invisible flags in places no one else can touch—or even see. your fingers twitch against the sheet, head tips back instinctively, “oh—no, mh, not too much…”

sunghoon doesn’t pull away because you asked him to—he only pulls away to admire the damage like it’s art. your body’s a canvas, he’s the artist, and his teeth are paint and brush. “you’re so beautiful.” he praises, his chest rising in a soft, and slow manner. 

you shake your head, instinctively bringing your hands up to cover your flushed face. despite being an idol and so exposed to the public, you oddly feel more bare now than you ever have on stage. and it’s not because of the fact that you’re naked beneath him.

“no, don’t,” he says, his voice gentler now. sunghoon leans in to brush your hands away slowly. his eyes hold that shimmering awe like he can’t believe you’re real. as if he’s already catalogued every detail of you but still wants more.

“i don’t think you know you do to me.” he whispers, shifting and angling himself properly in between your legs. sunghoon’s hands trail down your thighs until he lifts your legs and places them gently around his hips.

his hand wraps around the base of his throbbing, pulsing cock with his pre-cum dripping down. sunghoon swallows down the lump in his throat as he watches your sweet, wet cunt twitching and pulsing. “‘m gonna fuck you deep now,” he says, looking down as his cock slides between your folds, smothering the head of his cock with your fluid. 

you nod—almost eagerly. you’re sure it’d be a tight fit, but you can’t bring yourself to care. “please be gentle,” you whine, feeling the tip of his cock brushing against your bundle of nerves. sunghoon doesn’t reply—he can’t assure you he’ll be the man you want him to be for the night; but he nods nonetheless. he can’t risk having you dip halfway.

slowly, sunghoon bucks in. he slides his cock inside of you, watching in awe and disbelief (in the best way possible) that he’s stretching open the pussy of the idol he stalks through his lens. through glass, fences, distance—whatever separates him from his subject. 

you don’t hold back from the sensual, whiny moan that leaves your lips—he’s long, and he’s big—you feel him against your velvety, slippery walls. “oh—oh my god, oh,” you breathe out, shutting your eyes tightly and tilting your head back. it’s almost painful how slow and gentle sunghoon’s going that your pussy aches for more. 

inch by inch, sunghoon buries his cock fully inside of your pussy, the head of his cock kisses your cervix. “fuckk,” he grunts, guttural sound deep in his chest as his shoulders drop—relaxing like he’s finally done it. your warmth washes over and spreads through him like something medicinal. he breathes in deep. 

“baby,” he groans, gripping the sides of your hips as he starts to buck his hips back and forth. you’re gripping around him like vice, like you don’t want to let go of him either. “hngh,” you moan, toes curling, back arching off the mattress as you writhe beneath him. it’s uncomfortable—the way sunghoon starts picking up his pace in fucking your virgin pussy.

he buries his cock deep in your cunt, and with each thrust, you feel his hips hitting yours, “fuck, you’re just so fucking pretty, aren’t you—?” sunghoon gazes down at your face, his eyes travel down to your body—the way your perky tits just bounce so prettily and so behavedly, then down at your glistening pussy welcoming him. he’s loving the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you. your juice coats his cock nicely, acting as a lubricant. 

he tugs on his bottom lip as he pounds into you, both your bodies slick with sweat despite the cold aircond—his nails take their turn to dig into your skin, gripping you tightly and ensuring you don’t move. 

not like you can anywhere—

“m, more! oh god,” you gasp, voice cracking at the edges. so lost in the sensation and pleasure you don’t even realise you’re crying. so overwhelming. tears slip from the corners of your eyes as your body’s short-circuiting from how much it feels. every system nerve of yours is alive, raw and sensitive.

sunghoon notices before you do. he always does. 

his pace falters, almost—for a heartbeat before it goes back faster. his gaze lifts to your face, watching the shine along your lashes. he brings his hands up, thumbs brushes your cheeks slowly, catching one tear. then another. 

“look at you,” he breathes, his voice low. “my pictures don’t do you justice.” sunghoon says as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. you don’t catch what he’s saying—not when he has his cock slamming hard and desperate against your cervix. his pace quickens, balls slapping against your skin with his rigorous pounding. 

you feel a bundle of nerves forming and spreading at the bottom of your stomach—from the way the bulge of his cock is visible through your abdomen. “‘hoon, sunghoon, you’re too deep—” you mumble, mind fuzzy and blurry. your walls clench around him, eyes shut in pure ecstasy. 

sunghoon doesn’t slow—he only continues to abuse your soft skin with his sharp and unforgiving teeth,  his mouth pressing against the blade of your shoulder, then your collarbone. each mark yells a silent declaration—that you’re his’.

your body twitches under him, overstimulated and strung out. he groans low in your ear. the way you’re contracting and fluttering around his cock, the delicious sound of your cries and whimpers confirms something—that it’s not enough to be inside you. he wants to be on you, under your skin, and etched into you. 

he’ll never be able to watch from behind the lens again. 

the hot pulsating sensations of your velvet walls squeezing his cock pushes sunghoon to his limit—by the looks of it, you are too. “fuck, pretty, i’m cumming,” he breathes out, hand travels down to fondle your clit lovingly. “yeah—please, i can’t take it anymore,” you squeal, tilting your head to the other side. 

his lips curl into a smirk as he slams his cock against your g-spot that has you seeing the milky way—toes curling, arms wrapping around sunghoon’s neck as he impales you with his cock. 

sunghoon loses his rhythm as his thrusts go sloppy, desperate cock twitching inside you. he thursts hard once, twice, three times, then four before grunting as he immediately pulls out before he bursts with his cum leaking out of your hole—he can’t have you going on hiatus for nine fucking months. not yet.

“fuck—” he groans, voice strained as he shifts forward. his knees plant on either side of your face, caging you in completely, the muscles in his thighs flexing under your fingertips. sunghoon aims his cock right at your face as he pumps and strokes rapidly with his hand. 

the first jets of his cum shot out violently and lands prettily on your face—then down to your chest. “fuck, fuck, fuck—” sunghoon moans as his cock throbs in his palm as he encapsulates his fingers around it. he gasps, body spasming as he releases all over your face—the final spurts of his semen. 

sunghoon’s chest rises and falls quickly, sweat beading along his skin as he tilts his head back. he lets out a groan out of satisfaction and pleasure. “wow that was…” when he looks down, his breath catches.

you’re still.

eyes closed, lips parted just slightly with a string of his cum in between your parted lips. your face flushed and damp with heat and his semen. it’s caught in your lashes, brows, and some on your hair. so pretty. so fucked and fuckable.

he would’ve gone for a second round if you were conscious. 

“...yn?” he says, more to himself than you. his hands hovers over your cheek, spreading his cum across your cheek. you don’t respond. sunghoon lets out a soft chuckle and shakes his head. you’re so pretty like this too. 

sunghoon just watches your for a stretched-out moment—his breath shallows. 

then slowly, he lifts his hands.

thumb and index fingers curl into L-shapes, mirroring each other—framing your cum-stained face like a camera lens. 

the way you look now, under him is a once-in-a-million-years type of view. the way his lovebites red-and-purple litter along your soft skin—proof of belonging, and his cum splattered on your face too.

his eyes squint slightly, head tilting as if he’s adjusting a focus that isn’t there. 

“...click,” he murmurs, barely audible as his fingers hold the frame steady around your face.

not in a playful manner—this isn’t innocent. 

sunghoon stares through the invisible square like he’s committing you to his memory. slowly. he lowers his hand, but his eyes never leaving your face. 

“this one’s just for me,” he whispers, leaning down to place a soft, chaste kiss on your lips. 

he’s finally captured what he’s been chasing all along.

——

“park, you don’t need to take any more pictures,” 

the words drift over sunghoon like they weren’t about to rip out the only thing tethering sunghoon to sanity. he blinks, slow and he doesn’t answer right away.

“you listenin’?” he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “you’re good. it’s done! big company’s ready to buy the whole fuckin’ portfolio. good job, you did your job well.” he chuckles, shaking his head—the company’s stupid to fall into the scam.

sunghoon’s hand tightens on his mouse. he doesn’t feel the slightest sting of satisfaction he usually would. he’s promised to get paid higher this time—but there’s nothing left to chase in that sentence. he has no purpose. 

“...yeah, got it.” he mumbles. the back of his neck prickles. 

“mm, don’t waste more time on her,” his boss adds, not unkindly. just matter-of-fact. “look up on that rumour about some homewrecking bitch and that a-list actor,” he continues, rolling his eyes like he’s stressing out. he doesn’t even need to lift a finger for a living shit. 

move on.

sunghoon waits until his manager disappears down the hall before exhaling sharply through his nose, his knuckles whitening. 

move on?

he stares blankly at his screen. the article confirming of your group’s disbandment written by his colleague. 

move on—?

he’s so far past that point, it almost makes him laugh. 

——

you don’t think you’d see him for a second time. 

not after that night—after the way you left without giving your name, or anything about you. not after all the chaos that followed: disbandment. 

you don’t turn around immediately despite the crunch of gravel beneath sneakers. the river glimmers beneath the moonlight. 

“i figured you’d be here,” 

your breath catches. you know that voice. slowly, you turn, cheeks damp with tears. “sunghoon? how did you—?”

he just shrugs like it’s nothing. there’s a small smile on his face. “you okay?” he asks, feigning softness. his hands bury in his pockets as he makes his way towards you calmly. 

you let out a bitter laugh, wiping your face with your sleeve. “yeah,” you nod, flashing him an idol smile. the one they taught you in social etiquette classes—when you have to fake it. chin up, corners lifted, no teeth.

 but sunghoon knows better. he always does.

he steps closer. not too fast but enough to cross your boundary. “you deserve better,” he says softly.

your lips twitch. “of what?” 

sunghoon tilts his head, eyes scanning you with a gentleness that doesn’t quite reach the tension in his jaw. “of this. you’re not something to be tossed and bought.” your breath hitches—you don’t even know him like that. you don’t even know his family’s name.

“i’m fine,” you say, voice thinning. “really.” 

his gaze doesn’t move. “no, you’re not.”

you take a small back, arms instinctively wrapping around your body in defense. “who are you?” 

“sunghoon.” he replies, soft smile still in place. “you know that.” 

the weight of his words doesn’t match the lightness of his tone. 

“...how did you even find me?” you finally ask the question that’s edging at the end of your tongue. it slips out before you allow yourself to—suspicion breaking through fatigue. 

his smile falters for half a second. he thought you’d be happy to see him. “lucky guess,” he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck. 

the river behind you murmurs. the moonlight outlines the curve, the slump in your posture. you’re crying and you’re messy—but to sunghoon, you’re glowing and you’re raw. 

he takes another step forward. 

“i don’t want them to have you,” sunghoon murmurs, eyes gazing down on his sneakers. 

“what?”

he’s too close and you can’t take another step back. 

“if you go to them,” he continues. “you’ll be more popular. more loved. bigger than anything this world’s ever seen.” 

you blink at him, unsettled. brows knitting in confusion—what’s he talking about? 

“they’ll see you the way i do,” sunghoon murmurs to himself. “then they’ll want you.”

he lifts his head up—eyes searching your face, reverently, like he’s memorising it for the last time. “...i can’t let that happen.” 

your body stiffens. “sunghoon—?”

the ground shifts beneath you—not by itself, but by the same pair of hands that held you full of love a few nights ago. 

a shove—just enough.

your heel slips against the damp stone at the river’s edge. you reach out instinctively, for balance—for sunghoon—but there’s nothing for your fingers to grasp. your voice doesn’t escape your lips.

the cold hits you first. not the water, but the realisation. 

then comes the actual one, the freezing, fast, and full current. 

it wraps around you like hands, engulfing and dragging you under like death. your limbs flail, panic quickly setting in, but the water’s too strong—that it rips your breath from your lungs in bubbles.

above the surface, sunghoon stands. 

he watches in silence. still. 

not an expression out of sorrow nor joy—but peace.

the water swallows you whole. hair fanning like dark ink. the river hums a low, hungry tune like it’s doing sunghoon a favour.

because now, no one else will see you the way he did. no cameras, no stage lights, and no other eyes. 

just him.

because now, you belonged to the quiet where nothing could make you shed a tear anymore.

and with one last look at the ripples softening across the river’s skin, sunghoon lifts his fingers—index and thumb in the shape of a frame—and whispers again, 

“...click.”

the last who ever got to see you.

💭 wow honestly i'm not too sure what to feel about this... it might be a little crappy since i haven't written smut in quite some time tbh... i feel like this is darker? omg i don't know please don't come at me :x i hope you guys enjoy... i really like this one... i really like writing consensual intercourse compared to non-consensual ones...

and something about whatever genre this is...? psychological horror or something... oh wow i'm lowkey stunned? not sure how and what to feel so please let me know what you guys feel about this! thank u for reading <3

as usual, comments, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated <3

[hoonharem]

Imagine close childhood friends Sunghoon and Reader got used to being touchy and clingy together. Theyre basically inseparable, growing up together means doing absolutely everything together including taking a shower, and being sooo intimate cause apparently thats what bestfriends should do.

As they grew older, nothing changed except it became worse and slowly Sunghoon starts to touch her down there during showers or they do mutual masturbation or when they are far apart, they send nudes, sext or just plain up phone sex.

And of course, their parents knew that this was gonna lead to that. Afterall, why let a young girl and a young boy be left alone for so long together?

(MAKE SOME KIND OF DRABBLE PLEASE)

a/n: ok i don’t usually write this much for an ask but i had to for this omg the prompt is so good THANK U NONNIE i enjoyed writing this a lot hehehe also it's an open ending so you can say what you think of happening next hehe LMK HOW THIS IS! contains: dom!sunghoon x sub!reader, best friends sunghoon & reader, both university students living with parents, getting caught by parents, nicknames (hoon, babe), voice kink, fingering, penetration (p in v), orgasm denial, sunghoon's mom does slap him once, open ending, lowercase intended (1.9k) dividers by: mdni by @mikeykuns

you both were really good at hiding it. it was normal for the two of you to be so close when you were practically living with each other—studying together, sleeping together, and even showering together. nothing off with it when you two were just kids. but as you both grew older, sunghoon’s idea of being your everything never went away. it only evolved.

from being your first kiss to just being your first, he made sure he was your first everything. it was also something you both talked about keeping from your parents, scared that they would put some sort of restriction between you both. you enjoyed spending days and nights together, often sleeping over and being called a “2-in-1” deal.

those nights were frequently sleepless though as sunghoon’s hands wandered around your body, tracing the soft of your exposed skin before dipping his hands under whatever you wore. and you let him, because how could you not? he was so good at paying attention to your needs, never short of satisfying you. and you always repaid him with well deserved gratuity before you both would fall asleep, a very common reoccurrence.

but every time, you both had to stay quiet, his one hand covering your mouth as he whispers into your sensitive ears to stay quiet while he works you with the other. you both were so careful with it, all because you didn’t want to be away from your best friend. your parents wouldn’t care that you were with sunghoon, they knew him since you were both kids after all.

when you weren’t together though, you still had your phones, filled with pictures and memories of each other. innocent candids on the surface hid the many nudes you’d both share. he was always the one asking for them, telling you how pretty you look for him while you send multiple at a time. if he wasn’t living with his parents, he would be so much louder, sending you videos of his reactions to you. but pictures back of his cum covered hands and dick will have to suffice…

it was one of the rare times sunghoon’s parents were out of town and left him home alone. he was a good son, always listening to them, never the type to throw any parties, and a good student too. he wasn’t perfect, but he was better than most. and still, you, his best friend basically since birth, are his best kept secret.

a single phone call had you rushing over to his place, 5 minutes down the street, as you tell your parents that you’ll be with hoon for the rest of the day. prior to hearing it from them, you’re yelling across the house “he’s home alone so i’ll just keep him company until tomorrow. don’t worry so much!” while slipping on your sandals.

and before you could knock, the boy opens the door and lets you in, crashing his lips into yours the second the lock clicks. he’s guiding you to his room, your feet following his steps in the all too familiar direction as you moaned into his mouth. the need for each other was so strong as he pulls your waist closer, rubbing the small of your back.

as you reach for his room’s door, sunghoon’s teeth capture your bottom lip, having you open your mouth for his tongue to enter. he so needily explores your caverns, tasting you in the process. and as you let him, you slip your hand past the hem of his shirt, feeling his abs to push him down on his bed. breaking the kiss to straddle his lap, you pull your shirt off of you before wrapping your arms around his neck to delve right back into kissing his now smirking lips.

sunghoon was too impatient though, already fiddling with your waistband before letting his fingers in to touch your essence. you were dripping wet with expectations of what’s to come for the rest of the evening, being able to share any and every sound that you both need to let out instead of having to keep quiet as usual. grinding on his fingers, you broke off to throw your head back, letting the feeling of his fingers take you. he leaned in though, his lips attaching onto the crook of your neck to kiss and suck on.

his fingers touched you effortlessly as he turned over to have you lay on the bed and used his other hand to get you naked for him. he moans at the sight of your dripping cunt, waiting to be filled by him. by habit, his free hand comes up to your mouth as he inserts a finger into your hole, feeling the squish of your walls as he curls up. you bite onto his palm as you arch your back, him hissing at the action.

he removed his hand, shaking it in the air as he uttered, “ow, what was that for?” you giggled under him, saying “you’re parents aren’t home dummy, so you don’t have to cover my mouth! let me make all the noises you wanna hear, please?”

“please…? well, in that case…” he trailed off, the addition of another finger continuing his sentence. you let out a loud moan at that, hearing his satisfaction as he hums along. his eyebrows knit together in concentration as he feels his bulge growing under his clothes, momentarily pausing to unbutton his pants. returning his focus back to you, sunghoon’s thumb rubbed your clit for added stimulation.

the fact that you were being so noisy made the two of you get worked up so quickly, finding it freeing to do so. you both had only enjoyed this a couple times before, barely ever able to find time away from either one of your families, the both of you still living with them despite being in university together. because of this, you haven’t been able to mingle with your other friends as often. but at least you have sunghoon, and he has you.

as you got closer, you kept telling him how you felt, repeatedly chanting his name as his fingers thrusted in and out of you. “i’m gonna cum hoon, i’m gon- hey!” he pulled his fingers out right as you said so, not wanting you to do so. a soft “relax babe,” escaped his mouth as he went over to grab a couple condoms. ripping one with his teeth, he too removed his attire completely before slipping it on, groaning in the process. “gosh you make me so horny…”

agreeing with his statement, you kept watch at the man as he got on his knees on the bed, positioning himself to enter you. his hands found place at your thighs, keeping them pried apart as he slowly pushed in. both you and him were moaning and groaning in sync, his eyes looking down at your entrance swallowing him up. he had you so used to him, perfectly molding your insides to fit him easily every time. he especially loved how you clenched when you were close, and he could feel it right away from his previous denial to you.

it took a couple thrusts before you loudly let go, releasing around his covered cock. your hands, which previously held fistfuls of the sheets under, now went to grip his hands on your thighs. the added pressure had you going way over the edge as the boy chuckled lowly. despite your orgasm, he still kept going, eager for his own.

chants of his name sounded the entire room as he picked up his pace, reaching deeper to hit every inch of you he possibly could. the wetness also echoed, making the both of you so horny as he still kept watch on how the rubber covering him was covered with all the juices you produced. in his mind, he already planned out what he was going to do next: eat you out after he makes you cum once more, licking you clean, after which he will make out with you while you ride him. he wanted to savor the time he had with you, keeping his plan in his mind as he groaned at your pussy clenching around him once again.

he could tell you were close, as was he, ready to watch your body writhe in pleasure under you once again. but all of a sudden, he hears a loud gasp from his door, turning his head to see the very people he didn’t want to—his parents.

they were both staring in shock at the scene as sunghoon got his blanket from behind him to cover you both up in a hurry. his body shielded your face as you realized the situation and got extremely red from embarrassment. his mother didn’t say a word, and his father just turned around to go back out, presumably to sit in the living room. but at last, she said something: “i knew it!”

sunghoon knew that at this moment, staying silent is the best option, because nothing he says will alter the image he had seen just a couple minutes ago. instead, she walked over to his bed to give him a tight slap. there’s no way this is what he was doing while his parents were away. questions ran through her head as she turned back around to go sit with her husband.

you and hoon stayed still as you both processed what just happened. years of hiding this side of your relationship came to light, and soon, you were sure that the word would spread to your own family as well. but right now, you just had to deal with what’s at hand. first, you turned to him, putting your palm over his cheek where he got hit, rubbing it as you whisper to him. he was so visibly shaken up, never having dealt with a situation like this before. he looked down at his mattress, his head empty yet running at full speed through all the scenarios that could possibly happen when he walks out the door.

“hey, i’m here too. we can do this together, ok?” those simple words helped him a lot more than he could’ve imagined, his tear filled eyes looking up at yours. no matter what, at the end of the day, he was the luckiest to have you as his everything. nodding softly, he leaned in for one last kiss, the most tender one you’ve ever shared, also becoming the most precious.

getting re-dressed, you held his hand as you look at him, standing by the door. none of you could avoid the deathly conversation to be had... “ready?” you squeezed his hand twice, an act since childhood to tell him that you’re here. he nods, squeezing back, and you open the door to the air of dread, seeping into you both once again.

all you could do was convince them not to separate you both, you thought as you walked over with heavy steps, your best friend following behind you. you turned to give him one last look before you made it to the living room, letting go to present yourself as best as you can given the circumstances. yet sunghoon stood close behind, his tall height being of no help in making him want to feel like shrinking under the judgmental gazes of his parents.

but at least he had you by his side.

[hoonharem]

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Your cheek is pressed to the sheets.

You’re trembling.

And Sunghoon’s behind you, inside you, moving slow. So deep, so thick, so fucking devastating you can’t even think.

“F-Fuck,” you whimper, voice cracking. “You’re so— so big, Hoon—”

“Yeah?” he groans, breath hot and ragged. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Thought you could handle it.”

His voice is hoarse, wrecked, laced with sweat and restraint. His fingers grip your hips, tight enough to bruise, holding you right where he wants you while he rocks his hips forward again, dragging his cock so deep into your slick heat that your entire body shudders.

The stretch burns. He’s thick, every slow inch of him dragging against your walls, tight, wet, swollen around him.

“God,” he pants, Adam’s apple bobbing hard as he fucks in again, slower this time, hips rolling in deep, dragging out the moan he knows he can pull from you. “This pussy’s so fucking tight. Gripping me like it doesn’t wanna let go.”

You cry out, nails clawing the sheets, back arching as you push your hips back into him, desperate for more, for anything.

Sunghoon’s skin is slick now, sweat dripping from his jaw, shining down his neck. His hair’s stuck to his forehead and his chest is rising hard with every thrust.

He leans over you, voice low, mouth brushing your ear.

“Can feel you shaking,” he murmurs. “I’m not even going fast yet. Just letting you feel me. Feel how deep I get.

And he is.

You swear you feel him in your stomach, dragging along every nerve inside you, pushing past every edge until you’re gasping, broken.

When he finally starts to pick up pace, still deep, still controlled, just harder now, your moans turn to sobs. You’re so full, so overstimulated, you don’t even know where you end and he begins.

“You take it so well,” he groans, biting down on your shoulder, grinding deep again. “Fucking made for this.”

You cum with his name in your mouth, legs giving out, body collapsing into the mattress, and Sunghoon doesn’t stop.

He fucks you through it, chasing his own release, hips jerking until he spills inside you, moaning your name like he’s the one being ruined.

And when he pulls out, slow and sticky, he watches it drip from your fucked-out pussy with that signature smirk, the one that says he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Knew you’d take it,” he says, brushing hair from your face. “No one else gets to fuck you like this. Just me.”

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[hoonharem]

TAKE YOU HOME ๑. ( 박성훈 )

[ req? yes / no ]

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──────── you and sunghoon never really got along , but you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat inside the parking lot of a mcdonald’s all because of the rain and jake …

( 対 ) park sunghoon + fem. reader wc. 2.5k genre · smut . contains! car sex , unprotected sex , language mature content. / back to library

𝕼 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒 yeni’s note .ᐟ i hope you like it !

smiling at the couple as you handed them the umbrella. “have a good night.” you watched them walking out into the night; the rain fell heavily from the sky , you sighed. “i didn’t bring an umbrella.” you whispered to yourself. looking at the time you took the hideous vest they made you wear off , placing it under the counter before you began to close the store down for the day.

“i don’t care jake you owe me; it’s pouring down rain and you have me going to the store for some stupid snack you saw on the internet.” sunghoon pushed the doors to the store open. “bro you have a car , plus it’s on your way here.” his friend said over the phone. “you don’t pay for my gas to be making all these requests , i’m hanging up.” he said , putting his phone into his pocket. “hello , we’re about to close — oh it’s you.” he heard your voice. ”we’re closed , sorry you may leave now.”

he scoffed; rolling his eyes. “i know you’re dumb , but i know you can see the sign that says you close at midnight and it’s only 11:30.” he said , walking past you, purposely bumping your shoulders , smirking as you let out a huff , walking behind the counter to ring him up. “hurry up, i don’t have all night.” you said , he looked at you , ignoring your words , continuing on his search.

sunghoon watched you stare out the door ; it was coming down even harder, it even began to thunder making you jump a bit; closing your eyes. he smiled to himself , covering it up with a cough when you turned to him. he found what he was looking for walking over to the counter putting it down. “finally , took you forever.” you said , ringing up his items. “your total is $20.43.”

“and a pack of smokes.” you huffed turning around , grabbing the pack of cigarettes into the bag. “it’s raining.” he said. “as you said before i’m not blind.” he sighed , your attitude making him frustrated. “i mean do you have a ride home?” you looked up from the cash register. “does it look like i have a ride sunghoon?” you said. “don’t be so rude , i know you can’t help it but at least try.” he said, rolling his eyes. “let me take you home.”

you were surprised; you and sunghoon couldn’t stand each other; you barely spoke and when you did it was nothing nice to each other — now he’s asking to take you home. “so you can kidnap me? no thanks.” you handed him the bag. “how would kidnapping you benefit me in anyways.” he spoke; the thunder booming; this time lightning flashing in the sky making you shriek. “look it’s bad outside and , it’s dark and dangerous out there.” he said. “i don’t like you but i don’t want you to die.” that couldn’t be far from the truth , in fact he adored you ; he loved everything about you ; but he could express it , so he shut down , choosing to be mean to you . “i have to close up the store.” you said , he shrugged. “i can’t wait.”

“what about your stuff?.” you pointed out. “it’s not mines , he’s jake’s and he didn’t pay for it so he can wait.” he said. “take me straight home.” you said. “i have no interest in taking you anywhere else.”

he actually waited in the store as you cleaned up; sitting at the table watching you as you swept and moped; putting back the snacks that were moved around. he listened to you humming to yourself , grunting while moving a heavy crate around. “stupid.” he said , standing up. “excuse me?” you asked , he walked over to you , taking the crate out of your hand. “next time ask for help , don’t lift things that you cant lift.

once the shock wore off you let out a nervous and obvious fake cough; why was he being so nice? “well i’m finished now, you can take me home.” you said collecting your things.” he followed behind you. “im not your chauffeur.” he said , standing behind you as you locked the door. “i’m just doing this so i don’t feel bad.” opening his car door , getting in the passenger's seat. “not like you have a conscience anyway “

he ignored your insult , starting his car up. “you’re a little wet , let me turn the heat on,” he said , reaching over to your side , looking up at you. “can you feel it?” you shuffled around in your seat a bit — when was he this good looking? “ye-yeah.” you stuttered , he sat up nodding. “let’s go.”

the ride was silent; real silent in fact, the rain pouring down on the car , the windshield wipers squeaking, you could hear it all , then his phone rang. “shit.” he picked it up speaker on, reading off the name with a sigh after. “what jake?” he said. “where are you , the store is 15 minutes away.” he yelled through the phone. “calm down i’m on the way.” sunghoon said. “no , don’t come , i need you to do something for me.”

“i want mcdonald’s.” you chuckled at the boy on the phone who whined. “is there someone with you?” jake asked. “who is with you?” sunghoon shook his head. “it’s yn.” it was silent for a second , before jake said something. “yn? have you hit your head?” you scoffed. “i can hear you jake.”

“oh.” he said. “hi yn , no offense and all but like why is she in the car with you; and how is the car not off in a ditch somewhere?” he did have a point , up until today you and sunghoon never got along. “it’s pouring outside man , i wasn’t gonna let her walk home , im not a monster.”

“good well then you won’t have any problem getting me mcdonald’s ; goodbye.” he hung up. “i’m not— he hung up on me.” he said , you laughed. “this funny?” you nodded. “very.” you shot back. “it’s right there , might as well.” you pointed to the store. “i’m hungry too.” the moment he heard that he was turning into the empty parking lot up to the drive through.

“i could’ve paid for my own food.” you said watching him drive around the empty lot ; finding a spot. “but you didn’t , get over it.” he said. “fine.” you mumbled under your breath. “why are we still in the lot?” you asked. “you said you were hungry , eat.” he said pulling out his burger. “i could’ve eaten when i gotten home.” you said. “what about jake’s food?” just hearing you talking about jake in anyway made him upset. “he didn’t pay for this or the stuff from the store and i know he won’t pay me back.” he started. “he can eat these cold fries or die.” you chuckled , he looked at you. “you found that funny?”

you nodded , taking a bite of your sandwich. “you’re funny when you want to be i guess park sunghoon.” you said to yourself , cheeks full of food , you looked so cute , it made him smile. “why’d you agree to take me home?” you asked , taking a bite of the fry. “because it’s pouring , you’ll get sick if you go out there.” he said. “yeah but you once laughed when i lost my voice , so i didn’t expect this from you.”

“i laughed because you lost it yelling at me.” he shot back. “it was payback.” he said. “that’s because you embarrassed me in front of heeseung.” you mumbled ; he frowned hearing the boys name , he knew you had a thing for the older boy. “that wasn’t gonna work out anyway.” he said. “and now do you know that?” he watched your lips turn into a pout. “because heeseung hyung has a girlfriend.” your eyes widened. “since when?” you asked. “since last year.”

“oh my god i’m so stupid.” you took a bite of your sandwich. “how did i not see that?” you said , he looked at you , noticing the ketchup on the corner of your mouth. “because you're oblivious.” he said. “to everything.” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “you have ketchup on your face.” he said. you hissed to yourself trying to wipe it off , missing everytime. “do dumb.” he said , his thumb coming up to you lip to wipe it , your eyes widened , feeling his thumb on your lip. “i got it.” he said.

your breath hitched; his eyes meeting your lips, making him subconsciously bite his , they were nice and full — he wanted to kiss them so bad, so he did. your eyes widened, feeling his lips on yours; shutting your eyes , almost melting into the kiss; before pulled away. “i- shit i’m sorry.” he said. “i didn’t mean to do that.” he quickly said. “do it again.”

both of you were surprised about the words that came out of your mouth. “wait huh?” you didn’t give him a chance to say any else before you were grabbing the back of his neck pulling him into a kiss. if someone would’ve told you this would happen , that you’d be kissing sunghoon in this parking lot , you’d laugh at them and call them crazy , but here you are , his hands tangled up in your hair as he slips his tongue inside your mouth ; groaning into the kiss.

he pulled away , smiling when your lips chased his. “so cute.” he gave you a few quick pecks on the lips. “you’re so cute.” you whined. “sunghoon.” he smirked. “how can i help you?” you rolled your eyes in annoyance , he grabbed your cheeks , shushing them. “don’t be a brat , just tell me what you want and you’ll get it , if you can’t speak then i guess i’ll just take you home.” he smirked seeing your eyes widened. “i want you.”

“yeah , what do you want?” he said, still holding your face. “come on , speak up. closed mouths don’t get fed.” he watched you search for the proper words , but it was hard when he was staring at you with a look that made you squirm in your seats. “speak.”

“can you touch me?” he let go of your cheeks. “go ahead and get into the backseat.” you quickly found yourself in the backseat of the man you claimed to dislike , undressing yourself as he got in the backseat. “come here.” he pulled you into his lap , his hands resting on your ass as he pulled you into another heated make out session , your thighs betraying you , moving back and forth against him , sighing at the friction.

“dirty girl , who told you to get off in my lap.” he bit your lip pulling away. “su-sunghoon.” he slapped your ass. “you want to get off?” he moaned feeling the friction of you in his pants; his cock begging to be freed and inside you. “go ahead , fuck yourself just like this.” you whined out. “i-i can’t.” his hand wrapping around your throat. “you can , and you will or i won’t let you cum at all.” he said. “now move faster.” you picked the paste , your panties sticky as he kept his hand wrapped around your throat as you dry humped him. “fuck i’m gonna ruin you.” he huffed.

that was then last thing you heard before the world went silent and you came. “that’s it , cum make a mess of yourself.” he cursed , needing to feel you. “i need to be inside you.” he toyed with your clothed cunt , pulling your panties to the side. “so wet , you made such a mess.” he groaned. “want you to make this mess all on my cock okay.”

both of you moaned as you sunk down on his lengthy cock. “oh shit , shit you’re so tight.” moaning , throwing his head back. “oh fuck.” you moaned , he held your hips as you began to rock back and forth. “shit i gotta feel you all the way.” he lifted you up off his lap , laying you down on the seat of his car. “need to be deep inside you.”

you clawed at his thick bicep as he filled you back up , his cock reaching and new depth inside you. “fuck sunghoon you’re so big.” he moaned , the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “so fucking , been wanting to fuck this pretty pussy for so long.” he confessed. “but you were too busy running this bratty mouth of yours.”

he began to pound into you. “i should stuff it with my cock , keep you from running it.” he growled. “you like that? want me to stuff my cock down your throat?” you nodded. “pl-please.” you gasped out , he smirked as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “maybe next time , you’re already so fucked out and i have to get you home.” he sped up , the car definitely was rocking back and forth , but neither one of you care. “sunghoon im gonna cum.”

his hands tightened around your throat. “do it - shit cum all over my cock.” he buried himself deep inside you , moaning loudly as you came , clenching around him. “oh fuck i’m gonna cum , fuck can i cum inside you?” he asked , you nodded. “please.” he gave you a few more thrust before completely stilling his hips, shooting ropes of cum into your pussy. “fuck yes.” he sighed , giving you small strokes , before pulling completely out of you , watching his cum leak out of you. “next time i’m fucking you in a bed , you made such a mess on my seats.”

“my shit is cold because you wanted to get nasty with yn in the backseat of your car.” jake scoffed standing at the microwave watching his food. “had my food around all that nastiness.” sunghoon rolled his eyes. “you could’ve door dashed.” jake turned around. “and pay $30 when i could get it for less 15 minutes from our house and you could’ve fucked yn in her house at a later time?” he said , but sungoon wasn’t listening he was already standing up. “where are you going?” jake asked mid rant. “where do you think?”

“to go fuck her at her house.”

©️LUVYENI

[hoonharem]

𝖤𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌. 𝖠 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍

[ plot ] Sunghoon can't get enough of your sweet pussy,the thought of just coming home and pounding in his personal heaven- he couldn't bother to wake you up for it,instead he just takes and takes.

[ Warnings ] smut,kisses,sex,unprotected sex,squirting,MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Also,if you feel like you've read it before,then yes you have. I have re-written this from my prev account.

You don’t know how you ended up in this situation,you swore you were an avid sleeper,but something felt wet…at the same time,very penetrative,hot and bothering,where your lower region was. Specifically,you felt the fabric of your shorts bunched up under your knees. Your eyes widen in realization,hands ready to push the force off of you.

Amidst your deep slumber and activeness,you fail to predict the upcoming intrusion as the sudden deep voice startles you,halting your movements. “Baby, it’s me” sunghoon cleverly takes the chance to push a digit in,having you drenched with his amazing foreplay already,you slowly start opening your eyes,his endearing eye smile now more focused on.

Compared to how he was talking to you,his fingers displayed a whole nother level of difference in their pace and behavior,plunging in deeper,moving in and out faster,the squelching sound of your pussy being fingered hard,reaches your ears and your cheeks redden in seconds.

“Missed you,missed this–missed all of you so much” he raspily whispers,kissing up a damp trail of needy imprints of his lips on your inner thighs,other hand sliding up your waist to caress you. “Missed you too hoon” you wrap your fingers around his curious ones,guiding them to fondle with your breasts,you suck in a deep breath, feeling your nipples being toyed with.

Sunghoon lets out a satisfied groan,watching your body react to his touches,your tiny hands helping him understand where you want to be touched more,eyes moving south quick,transfixed at how your pelvic bone tries moving against his flattened palm,pleasuring yourself in earnest so lewdly,coating his skin.

“Can tell,pretty”the way you move,it tells me all. A fond smile captures his lips when your mid portion slightly arches up at the intensity of his brutal love,”you’re my everything you know?couldn’t stop hating on myself,had to be away from you for too long-fuck,baby” his sincere words patch up some tears at the corner of your eyes,he missed you more than you ever did,proven by the crack of his voice at the end.

“F-fuck,hoon” a loud moan escaped you,bottom lip bitten till bruised,you felt the set of slender fingers poke a soft spot in you,constricted with your gummy walls. Sunghoon licks his lips in pure desire,lust taking over his senses. “Louder,for me,please” no wonder he missed it all,the raw sounds emerging from the outlines of your opening,so lewd,so corrupt…so he pushes his fingers in and out faster to create more pretty tunes from you.

You were both angelic and sinful.your moans only got louder in command, globs of spit which decorated the beneath of his fingers,almost had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head,but that was not the start,your knot was yet to be snapped,to be abused till it became too punishing to hold back.

“don’t s-stop– am s’close” you mewled out loud,gripping the round of his wrist,”you’re always so pretty for me” he whispers,”getting so wet for me”seeing your eyes blown with lust,his own oozes out.pure love. Your body couldn’t take the teasing anymore as small droplets of tear breach past your eyes and wet the sides of your head and the baby hairs near your ear.

 And what felt like forever,you finally let the tie loose inside of your stomach,coming down hard on his fingers with shaky limbs. “Came so much for me angel” proudly dipping his fingers and curling them to collect your slick,he pops his digits into his mouth,suckling the area clean with his tongue.

“You really missed me didn’t you?” you don’t have it in you to nod,strength to move partially weakened by his delicious provide. Your eyes drowned in pleasure,you still try to focus on him,any sight of him through your wet lashes. “Y-yes” you weakly mutter,trying to keep your head up. Your heart thrums loudly inside your chest cavity when you hear him backing away and taking his sweats off. ,the sight in front of you,mouth watering.

Looping his arms around your thighs,he pulls your whole weight to clash with his lower region.The sudden collision had you feeling the outline of his rock-hard cock,aching and leaking ragingly red at its tip. Your legs work on their own and hook themselves around his waist. Tracing along his v-lines,you impatiently wrap your hand around the base of his length,feeling it twitch in your fist.

“Show me” he softly demands,with flushed cheeks,eyes twindle in awe as you stroke his girth,starting with a slow yet sensual pace,gradually picking up your speed at times. “Show me how much you missed me” he hisses when your thumb rubs the foreskin with pressure,spreading the precum gathered there.

His eyes snap shut at the speed of your hand,unrelenting. “Show me how you would’ve worshiped my cock if i were there to ruin you each day” his voice taunting and dripping with carnal desire,jaw slack open. “Put your mouth on me baby”

You hastily sit up,pushing the strands of hair covering your face,behind your ear and take the tip past your lips,movements filled with eagerness. Your hands work on autopilot,fisting whatever inches you couldn’t get in yet. Your boyfriend was never the type to deal with patience.and just like that,your throat was forcibly opening up to his brutal thrusts,hitting the back of your throat in one swift hard propel.

Sunghoon fails to hold back the loud moan,the warmth of your mouth showing his eyes to a sparkly view of heaven,full of ecstasy. Holding the sides of your face,his thumb eases on the top of your cheeks,a soft notion before he is about to absolutely ruin your swallow hole.

“Ready?” he mockingly asks,seeing your already blown out face,but still you nod,making your boyfriend smirk. “Gonna ruin your mouth so good” with your face still,he starts jutting into your mouth,too deep down your throat already.

You readily gag at the way he's pushing his leaking and lengthy till you could feel it in your lungs,air supply torn off of you each time his pelvic bone crashes with your nose. Smoothly sliding over your tongue in and out,in and out,he couldn’t just stop there. Your existence itself was addictive and enticing to him. It was physically not possible for him to be away from you without having to see your lips coated with his essence,he was beyond smitten.

“Still as beautiful as ever,my pretty girl” he notes the red in your eyes,nose and lips covered with his nasty cum,some of which is fucked back into your mouth,you taste it salty on your tongue,he’s having too fun ruining your face. You gag around him right after he is balls deep,teeth unknowingly scraping alongside the veins.

“Fuck- careful” he warns,voice deeper and raspier than before. He whines feeling his cock twitch and vibrate,fucking into you faster and rougher. Your jaw was near aching at how unforgiving he was in plunging,soiling your mouth. You could only gag and muffle the gurgles as he used you. The sloppy sounds were nowhere near low,only raking up high when the tip excretes more slick.

“Make me cum baby,show me how much you missed this cock” he bullies his way through,your throat forming speedy evident bulges. Strings of cum connected yours and his cock,dripping down past your chin as you sucked your cheeks in and did your best to take him like he wanted.

“Just like that,just like that” with a rapid chain of ‘ugh ugh ugh’ his high drives him wild,plummeting down hard and intensely. His body shakes due to the overwhelming pleasure he just experienced,vision still white and blinding. It takes him a while and many deep breaths to calm down from the mind blowing orgasm.

You don’t think twice before swallowing every bit of his cum,leaving no trace behind.you suck the red tip His thumb lovingly tugs down your lower lip,prying your mouth open to check if you really did so. Getting the confirmation he needed,he huffs out a shaky sigh,the other thumb caressing you cheekbone in adoration.

How did he get so lucky with you?

You both don’t have any exchange of words,only basking in the closeness you both had at the moment,didn’t matter with the dampened frames to be honest. "kiss me,please" sunghoon pleading evoked a softer side in you to overflow,you gave in without thinking twice. You somehow overlooked the fact that your boyfriend failed to manage his demeanor of calmness as you weakly reached up to kiss his bruised lips,naked bodies brushing comfortably.

Reflex had his arms hugging your lower back,helping you up to taint your lips properly. Once settled,he doesn't miss a beat and dives his rigid muscle in to explore your cavern. But this kiss felt strangely different. There were no rough tugs and push,it was just his tongue letting yours dance with him in care.

With how he was handling you right now,the front of his hand slithering to the back of your head,leading your exhausted body to lie down,prior to the nasty affection he delivered to you,that stomach clenching aroused feeling rose up again.

Taking a pillow and placing it beneath the arch of the middle of your body,you chose to stay silent and let him move you however. Grinning smugly, he positions his naked self between your legs,your thighs parting away in an instant to coil around his waist.

You didn’t mean to grind on his cock,but the haze of foreseeable ecstasy coursed through your veins and you acted up,viciously lubing the underside of his remarkable and drool worthy size. You were as impatient as he was,his mouth inched closer to the shell of your ear,biting the hard cartilage teasingly,two of his fingers separating your folds. “P-please”the tip of his middle finger toys with your entrance,plunging in and pulling out in a pace you can’t process,feeling all tingly inside,his fingers brushing against your walls so frequently. He listens,gives it to you willingly and the way you crave,rough and fast. Deepening his finger thrusts,palm rubbing continuously on the point of your nub,sending your senses tip off the edge.

“Harder-” you moan,sloppy and swishy sounds echoes out louder from your cunt,as his disappear and appear,feeling your puffy cunt throb painfully around his fingers,the hardness hits his cock even harder,tempting him to just fuck you right there without any fucking needable warning. You were more than ready and wet for him to take. “Harder?” he raspily whispers back,adding two more at once to please you. “Greedy cunt needs more?let’s give her more then”

“Fuck,you're–” he groans wild,pulling his fingers out only to tug your folds apart,the sight offering him more than just a mind fuse.Seeing how your pink walls flushes tauntingly at him,begging,needing to be fucked and used,he almost drools.” rainin’ for me”

If not for you holding his chin up,he would’ve just froze there to devour your hole with his eyes. Seductively ushering his face closer to yours,you seal his lips with yours,to which he lets you,swirling his tongue one last time before pulling away with a pop sound left behind.

Aligning the raging tip along the line of your pussy,you both hiss momentarily,before he starts moving his hips,oiling his cock with your slick. Pressing down further,your bud was tortured,you held his torso,gripping his body closer for the friction your body desperately needed. Your nails dug onto his skin,marking him with reddish pink crescendos.

Right then,you felt him push in with ease,thanking the heavenly foreplay he issued you,otherwise,it always took a minute or two for you to open up properly,that too,to fit only a few inches even. He’s relentlessly propelling his shaft from the beginning,not bothering to waste any milliseconds of speed.

Pussy so raw and constricting,maintaining a steady viper grip which could make him cum the moment he entered you,he didn’t want to pull out,ever.

“Oh–yes..” mouth forming an ‘o’ shape when he breached past your opening,brows furrowing together,his eyes never left your face,drinking in every ounce of changes in your expression,and experimentally,he was beyond intrigued to punch a brutal thrust in you,one to make your body jolt upward. Upon knowing that you were about to squeak loud,he swallows your chance to do so,kissing you hard. “Harder for you?” hands move down to your breasts,pressuring them flat to your chest to balance his thrusts..

“Mhmg…my!..feels s’good” you near miss his question at the rate he’s fucking you. For getting a better grip,he raises one of your legs,pinning it at best to your chest,allowing him more space to dive deeper into you. “About to make you see heaven” promisingly,he growls,placing your leg above his shoulder,while the other focuses on one of your nipples. Determined, he drives his cock till the hilt,where it had that soft spot in you all touched and bothered. Sloppy wet sounds of him clapping your cunt fills up the room slowly,the smell of sex mixed with it.

“Cunt’s sucking me in so good like this” eyes sharply watching how you take him so good,pleasure-filled moans erupt from your throat when his cock rubs past flesh. The sheets bunch up inside your fist,facing tight clutches,head thrown back,tongue lolling out like a dog in heat,much to sunghoon’s satisfaction.

His smirk catches your teary-lashed,blurry vision as your mind tries to comprehend the way he's moving his hips to get you to break,inch by inch,he for sure knew how to make use of his bulbous tip,working it to abuse your spongy spot,hitting it upwards inside you till it made you squirt. Maybe that became his goal the moment he heard you moaning for him to pelt you faster,rougher.

“Want it faster,please” and that did the trick. The beads of sweat on his forehead began to drip sexily,portraying the hard way this man has been using you. A dark chuckle slips past his lips,wickedly showing rows of white at your needy words. You didn’t know what was about to come your way….as the bruising grip on the flesh of your  waist was nowhere near to the start.

“Shh” this tone….you were more than aware of it,dropping octaves low,too low,twisting and torturing the forming knot inside you,you knew better than to disregard his love for you. You pant heavily when you feel him pull out for a mere second,now holding your lower body mid air,head still resting on the soft mattress. He shifts the position of the pillow to the under of your sweaty head,before huskily whispering against your lips,”promised to make you feel good,didn’t I? You just don’t know how to wait, do you?” 

“Hoon I–” “no excuses baby,you’re gonna take what i give you,understood?” you nod silently,not wanting to push a button which would make him edge you for hours as a punishment…you hoped he didn’t.

Memories of your past love making– no,fucking with him had you biting your tongue in bitterness,recalling how he denied your orgasms more than ten fucking times as a form of punishment,and then proceeding to pleasure himself while he plastered your clitoris with a mini vibrator,at the highest setting. 

But some part of it had you thrilled,aroused and scared at the same time.you thought you could’ve passed out, thanks to sunghoon’s dutiful hands,he was able to kiss you awake,with his hand necklacing you possessively. Even so, you were never able to forget how unforgiving he was,all because you had orgasmed to your fingers instead of listening to him,disobeyed him without rethinking about the consequences. “On all fours” he commands,voice dripping with desire and urge. When you do so,your rear is immediately met with his front,mounting you. His height easily towered your bent frame,even if his knees were fold-spread,it still had many inches difference between yours and his frame by length. One of his features which always succeeded in turning you on. The angle worked wonders,did you justice,as of now,you could have a better grip and a way to feel him breach past your sacred spot at an alarming rate.

“Now i’m going to fuck you just like you wanted–” he barely gets to complete his own words before pushing back in again with full force,rupturing a porn-like scream from you. “Rough and fast” he completes,going on with his menacing and harsh pelts.

“This is what you wanted right?” he asks despite finding it hard to speak out of the pleasure your walls were providing him with,venomously drugging every inch of his cock to just sink in more depth,reaching new levels of your stomach,very close to your navel. Feeling his skin moving so fast and close to you,it had your eyes rolling to the back of your head,his own fixated at your disgustingly wet hole,taking it like a pro.

“N-no, it’s what y-you wanted–ahh!” he finds it cute,how you still get to make snarky comments even after begging him to ruin your insides a few moments ago.”Watch your words,i will not be nice” his upper body reaches down,biceps readily circle the expanse of your neck area,putting you in an arousing headlock. Your mind goes hard blank at his loud groans and moans falling right into your ear,filling them up with delicious sounds. “Let’s fuck that pretty attitude out of you,yeah?”

It’s not long until your whole body is arched following a vertical position,abdomen pushed out to bend and feel the huge bulge of your boyfriend’s devilicious cock pounding hard into you. He lets out a long ‘hmm’ seeing your state,all pliant,hands searching to grasp onto anything in this new position,but he ignores all of those,resolved fully to release hard inside you and feel you cream his cock like a good girl.

“Give me your hand” he takes your shaky hands and places it right under where your navel was,your palms met with the repeated bulges poking through the sensitive skin of the walls of your stomach. “That’s me baby,feel how i ruin you” 

“Want t-that…want you to ruin me,please” his thrusts grow erratic,sloppy,and accelerated,catering to your needs. The resistance of your now gummy walls all gone,letting him fuck you,urge him to breed you more.

“Fuck– look at you” seeing your shaking form,chin dropping to your shoulders,he deliberately and loyally fucks back harder,now chasing his orgasm. 

“S’deep,please don't s-stop” you half smile when he pulls your back flush with his,the tip of his cock discovering depths of your body, memorizing each corner to make you feel better.

His soaked length reshapes your insides,you could almost feel him in your guts. “Bet this isn't enough for you,huh?your mouth says no but she keeps betraying you” he snickers,taking massive joy in hovering you over your limits. "she needs more,right?"

When it came to sex,Sunghoon never knew when to stop. Be it pestering you or knocking you up with his future generations. He was both understanding and demanding. Humbling you like this was his favorite. Getting to pull on your hair as he's buried balls deep in you while you just stay up and take,take, take. 

Skin slapping sounds get louder and louder as you both reach near end but neither of you stop fucking yourselves against each other, fiercely wanting to cum together. “c-close” at that,he went even faster,set to make you cum–no,squirt before he filled you up. 

In the following seconds,his tip hits a nerve so deep,perfectly directed to your cervix,so angled,so precisely,that had your whole body and cunt convulsing in pleasure,a shriek coming out of your pretty chewed on lips. Drilling into you as his fingers danced down to your clit,rubbing it four digits combined,working in unison with his cock to have you shuddering and making a mess on him. 

The sticky strings of cum connect yours and his lower region,the sounds getting less quieter.. “Let go” he wasn’t being predictable,he knew you were gonna snap and release,hard.he felt your walls clamp shut around him,not letting him move,it all made him moan.Bliss blinded your sight,voice increasing it’s crescendo as you weakly fuck back onto his sticky wet shaft,covered and drenched with your cum till the base,drops of yours and his mixture dripping onto the sheets.

“C’mon,i know it’s gonna happen baby” he softly slaps your vulva,forcing you to ejaculate high and souse his lower abdomen,and lower. “There you fucking go–”Still, he won’t stop brutally massaging you,getting welcomed with more ropes of your essence,you basically let it all rain down on him,who keeps aggressively forwarding despite your walls squeezing him out,he finally gets to ride his denied sexual climax out, “Fuck,gonna stuff this cunt full”

“Y-yes,please…need it s’bad” you whine,feeling your body give out as he thrusts sloppily,slowly filling you up with his hot release. 

“Fuck!” hips still as his cock drains itself inside you,breathing heavy,his whole self drenched in sweat,stomach covered in your juices. With a satisfied smirk,he pulls out of you,carefully. Even so,a small hiss falls past your lips,mind reeling around how he just ruined your pussy.

"Baby...look at you.." hungry eyes taking in your breathless,limp state,body blown with nothing but overstimulating pleasure,abdominal muscles clutching inwards when he experimentally pulls out till just the tip,a wince leaving your swollen,drool-drenched lips. "perfect....you're so perfect"

His sweet words fall deaf on your years-your mind and muscles still processing the amazing stretch of his love making. You didn't hate it one bit. "y-you...you're perfect"

[hoonharem]

YOU KNOW HOW TO BEG.

Every summer since you were born, you and your parents go to your friend’s house to a small town near the beach. Sunghoon which is their son, is your best friend since you can remember. You both know everything about each other. Every secret, every fear, everything. You were inseparable. But this summer is different…

PAIRINGS: dom!Sunghoon x fem reader

GENRE: smut, childhood bestfriends to lovers

TAGS: 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t!), swearing, teasing, fingering, angst, rough sex?, jealousy, pet names (good girl, baby…), edging a little, Sunghoon is mean to reader, insults, arguing, they are over 18+!!, lmk if I missed anything, not proof read

WC: 9K

A/N: Hii! :) Summer is coming and I am kind of getting obsessed with this kind of trope like during summer if u know what I mean hahah. Requests are opened.

!reminder English is not my first language!

July was the month you looked forward to all year. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, but what you loved most was that you could finally see him. Every year since you were born, you went with your parents to their friend's house, who had a son named Sunghoon. You and him, since you were little, were like an inseparable pair. Your laughter could be heard throughout the house, you told each other every single thing that happened. Every single secret, every single fear, every single crush. Everything. But you had a feeling that this summer would be different.

You were sitting in the car, your head leaning against the window and your eyes watching the surroundings. You had your headphones in your ears and were enjoying the summer song ‘Xo (only if you say yes’. When you saw the familiar houses and streets, a smile came to your face. It reminded you of how you and Sunghoon used to cycle through these streets since you were little.

The car stopped in front of a familiar house that held so many memories. Immediately, you took off your headphones and opened the car door without hesitation. The familiar smell of summer, cherries and the sea, which you loved so much, hit your nose. For a moment you closed your eyes and took a long deep breath.

Your father muttered something under his breath, but you overheard and opened your eyes, immediately scanning the terrace. And there he stood. Leaning against the door frame, his hands in his pockets, his figure taller than you remembered, his white T-shirt loose as usual. But something was different. His posture was closed. No emotion. His expression almost unreadable. The worst part was that he didn't even move. He just stood there, unsmiling. Without any reaction.

"You look like you grew another foot, Sasquatch." You let out a teasing laugh, but he ignored it. You expected something like "Still shorter than your ego," or "You look like a drowned cat in that travel hair." But nothing came out of him. He didn't even laugh, nothing.

"Hey." That was all Sunghoon let out, no emotion, no enthusiasm in his eyes. You were taken aback by his reaction and furrowed your eyebrows.

"That’s it? Just ‘hey’? After eleven months?" Sunghoon looked away from you, as if he didn’t even want to look at you. As if he was forced to stay here. You didn’t understand why he was acting so strange. So measured. Every summer, when you came, he would wait for you with a big smile on his face, his arms wide open, waiting for a hug. Now…? Now you felt like a burden to him.

“Didn’t know we were counting.” A small laugh escaped your lips, unsure.

“Well, I was.” Slowly, you walked over to him. Your chest felt tight, like maybe anxiety? Or something else? But you tried to act normal. “Anyway, I brought snacks this time. The good ones. You still inhale those sour candies, right?” You added, pointing to the back where your luggage was, a smile playing on your face.

"Not really into them anymore." Sunghoon didn't even look at you, while you expected him to laugh and say he was kidding. That he was just playing with you, but nothing came out of him.

Suddenly, his mother appeared from behind him, her usual sweet, friendly smile on her face.

“Oh, sweetheart! Look at you! Taller every year.” Immediately, she pulled you into a warm hug and you returned it. His mother, who was also like your second mother, had always been very kind and friendly to you. She tried to understand you as much as she could. She pulled away from the warm hug and really ran her eyes over you again.

“And more beautiful every year!” She added, placing her hands on both of your shoulders, while you just laughed at her sweet words. “Right, Hoon?” She turned her head to her son, who was staring at his phone this time, uninterested.

“Hoon?” His mother spoke again and he looked up, one eyebrow slightly raised.

“What?” She sighed at his rude reaction and rolled her eyes, her gaze shifting back to you.

“Boys…” She joked and you pursed your lips and cleared your throat. You had never felt so embarrassed as you did now… Sunghoon’s mom took her hands off your shoulders and gave you a warm smile again, while you kept your attention on him. Something about it didn’t sit right with you. His detachment was terrible. You didn’t understand what had changed between you. And you wanted to figure it out as soon as possible.

So when you put your things from your luggage in the closet, you looked around the room. A small sigh escaped your lips and your eyes noticed the small polaroid photos from last summer hanging on the mirror. With slow steps, you walked to the mirror and one photo, where you both lay on some field full of yellow flowers, with a smile on your faces, you took it in your hand and smiled softly at it. You didn't understand Sunghoon's behavior, why was he so cold towards you…

“Y/n, honey!” Your mother's soft voice came from behind the door and she opened the door, you quickly put the photo back in its original place and without hesitation you turned around, your eyebrows raised.

“Yes?”

“Dinner is ready. Come on.” She announced to you and you nodded at her words and nervously ran a hand through your hair. You took a deep breath and tried to convince yourself that maybe he just wasn't in the mood, that maybe it just seemed to you that he was so distant towards you. But the opposite was true.

You didn't say a word to each other the whole evening during dinner. His gaze was still fixed on his phone, trying to ignore your presence. But you suppressed the bad thoughts and tried to join the conversation between him and your parents, hoping that the bad feeling that was squeezing your chest would stop. Sunghoon barely touched his food, he ran his fingers over the screen of his phone, his expression neutral, which was unusual. Sunghoon was always the one who joked during dinner, had funny sarcastic remarks towards you, but now it was different.

He didn't even look at you out of the corner of his eye, he didn't want to look at you. He tried to ignore you as much as he could. And he was doing well until his mother spoke to him.

“Hoon, put the phone away and talk to y/n. I am sure that you have a lot of things that you want to say to each other.” It was the first time he had looked at you during the dinner, giving you a cold look. His eyes scanned you, as if searching for something in you, but then he suddenly stood up from his chair and put his phone in his pocket.

“I’m tired.” Sunghoon let out in a cold, deep, annoyed voice. Everyone watched as he walked to his room, leaving surprised looks behind him…

“I’m sorry about him. He is just acting weird lately.” His mother's voice came out, sad and disappointed. Your mother just waved her hand at her words and said that it was okay and that he was probably just not feeling well. And you hoped she was right.

After dinner, you helped put away the dirty plates and then went to your room. The Park’s house was huge, that's why you had your own room, which was small and cozy, it had everything you needed. Tired, you lay down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling of the room. His strange behavior kept running through your mind. You were inseparable, best friends… You must have been lying like that for an hour, thinking about what you had done wrong.

You took your phone in your hand and started scrolling through Instagram, watching stories of your friends having fun at some party. You laughed at a funny video that your friend shared. Then you slid to your contacts and started to scroll through them, when his name caught your eye, you stopped.

Active.

You got up from the bed and quietly crept out of your room. You directed your steps towards his room and when you appeared in front of his door, you hesitated. But then you knocked softly three times and his deep voice spoke with the words “come in.” You gripped the doorknob tightly in your hand at first, you still hesitated but then you opened the door and saw him sitting on the bed, his hands resting on his knees, his phone still in his hand, his hair messy and he had an expression on his face that you couldn’t read.

“Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d come bug you like I always do.” He looked up from the phone at you, but then he shifted his gaze back to the phone. You cleared your throat and walked slowly towards him, as if you weren’t sure if you could do it.

“It’s late.” He spoke in a deep tone of voice and you sat down next to him, a little embarrassed at your appearance.

"Since when do you care about sleep? You used to stay up with me till sunrise bingeing the dumbest movies." He didn't answer. He remained silent and continued to swipe his finger across the screen of his phone, uninterested.

"Okay, seriously. What’s going on with you?" This time he finally put down his phone, but he still didn't look at you. His voice was cool. Controlled. Like he was completely sure of what he was saying.

"Nothing's going on. I'm just not in the mood to talk." His words stopped you and you knew he was lying. Sunghoon had never lied and he certainly wouldn't lie to you. So why now?

"You've been 'not in the mood' since I got here. You've barely said two full sentences to me. Is this how it's gonna be now?" You threw your hands up nervously and he shook his head at you, his eyes still fixed straight ahead.

"You're overthinking."

"Don't do that. Don't make me feel crazy for noticing the shift." You cut him off immediately, he could hear in your voice that you were quite sad and hurt by what he was saying.

Sunghoon took a deep breath through his nose, scratching the back of his neck, while you watched his every little move, looking for something - anything - anything similar.

"I missed you, you know. I was counting down the days to this trip. Like I always do. I thought… we’d pick up where we left off." Your voice was quieter than usual this time and he finally turned his eyes to you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, but his expression still uninterested.

"Maybe that’s the problem, y/n.” Your heart stopped at that moment. His words were quiet, but loud at the same time.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" He shrugged, as if he didn’t even know what he meant by that.

"Maybe we’re not the same anymore. Maybe it’s not supposed to be like before." You had a puzzled look on your face, watching him speak with complete calm. You remained silent, not knowing what to say to him. The anger in you rose a little, you were angry. Downright pissed off at him for throwing your long-standing friendship in the trash like that.

"So you just…” You stopped, searching for the right words. “decided that on your own? Without even giving me a chance?" You threw your hands in the air angrily, while he rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw tightly.

"I’m tired, okay? Can we just drop it?” A tired sigh escaped his lips, he really wasn’t in the mood to deal with it tonight. Actually, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with it at all. And that made you angrier.

"No. We can’t just drop it. You’re pushing me away and acting like you don’t care about throwing our friendship away just like that.” You stood up from the bed angrier than before, but he just stared at you, at first without saying a word. But then he let out something that felt like a slap.

“Maybe I don’t.” Loudly, you swallowed, surprised, staring at him, as if you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly. For a moment, you stared at him without saying a word. Your eyes were starting to get a little glassy, ​​but you refused to cry. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room between you, but then you broke it.

“So now what, Sunghoon?” As you said his name, his gaze lifted to you. “we just... stop talking? After everything?” You crossed your arms over your chest as he watched you, watching the anger rise in you and the sadness as well.

“It’s easier this way.” You didn’t understand his words. Why was he saying that? Why was he acting like he didn’t care about your friendship?

"For who? Because it sure as hell isn’t easier for me” Bitterly you laughed, to make him feel that what he was saying was stupid and wrong of him. That he was hurting you. But Sunghoon didn’t even need to hear you, because he knew how your heart was breaking into a million pieces. That you felt like he had stuck a knife into it, and slowly and cruelly twisted it. He remained silent. And that was what you hated. Silence. And he knew it. The intensity between you was tight, suffocating, and took every breath away from you.

“You used to tell me everything. I knew what you were thinking before you even said it…” There was sadness in your voice, it was shaky, like you wanted to break down and cry, but you didn’t. “Now you look at me like I’m a stranger.” Finally, he got up from his bed and walked over to you, but there was still enough distance between you, his voice rough and cold.

"Maybe you are." At that moment, everything around you stopped. Your heart shattered, and for a moment you felt like you were literally choking.

“Wow.” You said in a low voice and put your hands in a defensive gesture, taking a step back as if his words had physically pushed you away.

"Okay. I get it. You don’t want to talk, you don’t want me here. Message received." When you turned around and were ready to leave, your hand resting on the doorknob, firmly, his words stopped you.

"I never asked you to come." He told you with a reluctance in his voice, as if he was telling you to get out right now and that he never wanted to see you again. You froze at his words. Your heart was pounding, despite the fact that you felt broken, hurt and taken aback by his unpleasant words. Then, you slowly turned around, your eyes more and more glassy and that was when he realized that he had crossed a line.

"You didn’t have to. I came because I always do. But maybe this is the last time."

And with those words you left, closing the door firmly behind you, not caring that you would wake yours or his parents. And he… and he just stood there frozen as if he was only just now starting to realize how horrible his words towards you were. Sunghoon didn't mean to say it as nasty as it sounded. He wanted to stay away from you, but he didn't realize that by doing so he was destroying everything you had built between each other over the years. He tried to protect your friendship at all costs, but he didn't realize that by doing so he was destroying it. He had completely destroyed it and there was no going back.

-

The next day you didn’t speak at all, nor did you look at each other. You just walked around, without saying a word, ignoring each other’s presence. You, you sat on a chair, looking at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you were should go to the bonfire. You and Sunghoon always went to the bonfire together, you spent every single year wrapped in a blanket, sitting by the fire with his friends. Well, now… you didn’t know if you were coming, since you broke off contact and ignored each other the whole day.

You took a deep breath and nervously ran your hand through your hair. At that moment, your mom appeared from behind the door, a sweet smile on her face, but her eyebrows slightly raised, curious.

“Are you not coming to the bonfire with Sunghoon, honey?” She stepped into your room and you made eye contact with her through the mirror.

“I’m not in the mood…” She saw in you that you were sad about something, hurt. And she also saw how you and Sunghoon were acting, you weren’t laughing at the whole house, you weren’t sneaking up to the roof like usual to look at the stars together.

“Is everything okay between you and Sunghoon?” Her voice was soft and careful, she was afraid that she was interfering where she didn’t belong. You turned to her and let out a deep sigh, but then you smiled, pretending that nothing was happening and that everything was fine between you.

“Yes, everything is fine.” Even though she wasn't sure what you were saying, she nodded because she didn't want to dig into it any further. So she placed her hand on your head and caressed you, her touch gentle and loving as always.

“Okay, but I think you should go. Have some fun a little? You always loved bonfires and that was the most thing you were looking forward to.” At her words you nodded and smiled, it was true. You always loved bonfires, the pleasant atmosphere, the roaring sea and its salty smell. Why would you let someone like Sunghoon ruin your favorite event? And so you went, listening your mother’s words without hesitation.

The fire crackled in the center of the circle, sending sparks spiraling into the sky. Everyone’s gathered — drinks in hand, voices blending in laughter and stories. The air smelled like smoke, salt, and summer. The night felt alive. You sat near the fire, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, a red cup of water in your hand.

Then Jay, one of Sunghoon’s longtime friends, made his way over, holding two marshmallows on sticks, offering you one with a crooked grin.

“You still burn them black on purpose, or have your roasting skills improved?” He joked and you laughed at his words, your eyes shining with surprise.

“Jay? I didn’t even see you earlier!” With a laugh you replied.

"You’ve been ignoring me, obviously."He said teasingly and winked at you, sitting down next to you and you graciously accepted the marshmallow stick from him.

"Please. If anyone’s been ignoring anyone, it’s your best friend over there." You nodded at Sunghoon, who was sitting not far from the two of you, a red cup held to his lips, sipping. Half-involved in another conversation but his eyes were watching. Always watching. He clenched his jaw tightly when he heard his name, even though you didn’t say it directly. His fingers tightened around the cup.

“Yeah, he’s been in a mood lately. Can’t figure him out.” Jay spoke up, agreeing with you. Sunghoon was acting strange around him too, which Jae didn’t quite understand. He was measured and colder.

“Join the club.” You pressed your lips together and then you laughed together. Jay smacked your shoulder playfully a little and you did the same. Nothing more intense. No flirting between you. Just two people enjoying each other's presence, friendly. But for Sunghoon it was something more. Even though he didn't admit it, his look said it all.

He couldn't stop staring at how you always slightly leaned closer to Jay when he said something and how your lips always curved into a small smile and then into a gentle and sincere laugh. The way Jay smiled at you and observed every single detail of you and the way your knees gently touched.

"Still remember the summer you beat all of us at Mario Kart and wouldn’t let it go for weeks?" Jay reminded you of the summer two years ago, when everything was still fine and Sunghoon didn't see you as a stranger.

"Obviously. That was the peak of my existence." You laughed at that and he did the same, tilting his head back a little but then looking at you with a big smile.

"You peaking at seventeen is so tragic." He joked and you rolled your eyes at him, but then you burst out laughing.

"Says the guy who got destroyed with a blue shell and threw the controller." Your laughter was loud, which made Sunghoon turn away. You teased each other more and he didn't like that. He didn't like that you were sharing something you once shared with him. His fingers wrapped around the cup more tightly, then just like that he threw the cup away and stood up. Annoyed, he stormed over to you both, you both looked up at him, not understanding.

"Didn’t realize we were all here to relive middle school memories." He let out and the circle around the fire quieted down a bit.

"Didn’t realize you were paying attention at all." You replied coolly, while Jay looked from you to him. He saw the intensity and anger between you, so he stood up and put his hands in a defensive gesture.

"Okay, I’m just gonna… roast my marshmallow now." He spoke and Sunghoon glared at him.

“Yeah, you should.” He said in a low voice and Jay sat down on the other side of the circle and you shook your head and put the marshmallow stick aside, your eyes burning with disgust and anger. But his eyes burning with jealousy, guilt.

You couldn't take it anymore, the anger, so you stood up and directed your steps towards the beach, which was nearby. Your feet sinking into the warm sand, leaving a pleasant feeling. The laughter and music blur in the distance. You just wanted to breathe — to get away from his eyes, his voice, the way he still gets under your skin with nothing but a sentence. You wrapped the blanket you had wrapped around your shoulders tighter and stopped by the seashore, watching the waves. Your nose was immediately hit by a familiar scent that you had always loved. This was exactly what you needed.

Then suddenly you heard footsteps and you didn’t even have to turn around because you knew it was him.

“Of course you had to follow me.” You muttered with an annoyed laugh and he just walked closer to you without a word, his steps heavy but quiet at the same time. “What? You’re not done embarrassing me in front of everyone yet?” You quickly turned around and he looked at you in surprise, but then just stared blankly again.

“You didn’t seem embarrassed.” He shrugged at that and you furrowed your eyebrows at it.

“Oh, screw you!” You shook your head and looked away but then you looked back at him, his lips in a thin line, his eyes dark as if there was nothing in them.

"You’ve been treating me like crap since I got here. Ignoring me, pushing me away, pretending like I don’t even exist — and then suddenly, the second someone else talks to me, you act like I’ve committed some crime?" Your tone of voice was raised and the anger in you was rising again and he was aware of it. He put his hands in his pockets, uninterested, but he answered you anyway.

"Didn’t realize a marshmallow was that intimate." Teasingly he joked and you threw the blanket you had wrapped around your shoulders at him.

“God, you are such an asshole!” You yelled at him and he just looked at you, his attitude calm, too calm.

"Maybe I just got tired of pretending we’re still who we used to be." He shrugged uninterestedly and you sighed furiously.

“I don’t get it. You used to tell me everything. And now? Now you won’t even look me in the eye unless you’re making some stupid comment to piss me off." Your voice was shaky again, but you were still angry. Sunghoon looked away from you as if he couldn’t even look you in the eye.

“And I’m standing here, trying to understand why the person I’ve known my whole life suddenly acts like I’m a stranger. And you just… act like it doesn’t even bother you.” Again, your eyes were glassy, ​​your chest clenched with that unpleasant feeling like before.

“Maybe you should stop fucking trying. It’s annoying.” He let out a measured, cold sigh and looked at you. He could see from your expression that he had hurt you even more than before.

“Wow…” You took a step back. “If you want to pretend we never meant anything to each other — fine. I hope it keeps you warm at night.” And with those words, you walked away, leaving him alone again. And then his form broke for a moment, but then he put the mask back on and sighed. He watched your figure slowly disappear from his sight. And he, just staring, trying to come to terms with the fact that it was really all over now…

A week had passed since you last talked on the beach. You continued to ignore each other's presence and others, not just your mom, had started to notice it. You were all sitting in the garden together, grilling, laughing at silly things and other things. After a long time, you felt relaxed, sitting on a chair, a glass of lemonade in your hand. Sunghoon was sitting right across from you, his attention focused on his phone and nothing else around interested him.

“Your mom mentioned that you are leaving earlier than them?” Suddenly his mother asked and your smile slipped, and he looked up for a moment but then redirected his gaze back to the phone, but he still listened attentively.

“Yeah, I have some stuff that I want to finish before the school starts again.” You said, pulling your legs closer to your chest and taking a sip of your lemonade, which you then placed on the table.

“Oh, really? Or is there some boy in it?” She leaned closer to you, curiosity in her eyes, and as you were about to answer, Sunghoon surprised you with his sharp words.

“Nah I don’t think so. She’s got options, though. Trust me. Guys lining up to feed her marshmallows." The whole table laughed at his words, not knowing if he was serious or just joking. But you didn't find it funny.

"What's your problem?" You asked him in an angry voice. This was the first time in a week that you had looked at him properly again.

"Just trying to participate. You're the one who hates when I stay quiet, remember?" He teased with mockery in his eyes and voice.

"Better than saying something stupid." Your parents noticed how your mutual nagging sounded different than before. It was more intense and more like a snarl. And they weren't wrong.

"Guess you'll have to pick your poison." He shrugged at that.

"Kids-" his mother said, but you both ignored her.

"Can you just stop acting like a jerk for five minutes?" You furrowed your eyebrows and snapped at him, your voice raised and everyone could feel the immense anger coming from you.

"Can you stop acting like a bitch and sticking your nose into things that don’t concern you?” His eyes narrowed, as if he was watching you, watching you react to his words. Everyone remained silent, surprised by the whole situation. You, you shook your head at that and quickly stood up, staring at him.

“I’m done. Thanks for the dinner. It was lovely.” With those words you left, leaving everyone surprised and saddened at the same time by what had just happened before their eyes. Sunghoon stayed seated, clearing his throat to at least lighten the air a little but didn’t say anything. He just watched you walk away, holding tightly to the glass of water that would probably shatter in his hand if he squeezed it even tighter.

A cold breeze enveloped your body and you immediately grabbed yourself by your shoulders and hugged yourself, hoping to warm up. The sand on your feet was cold, but that was the least of what was bothering you right now. Your gaze was fixed on the sea again and you were enjoying the last moment you were here. In two days you are leaving back home, and you will probably never come back here. And you will forget everything that was. All those memories, the friendship you have built over the years. That hurt you the most. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment, trying to enjoy the moment of silence and the smell of the salty sea.

"You’re really leaving?" His voice surprised you and you flinched at it. But you didn’t look at him, even though you felt his intense gaze.

"Why do you care?" Coldly you asked him and he swallowed loudly.

"Because I didn’t think you would." Bitterly you laughed at his words and turned to him, your arms crossed over your chest. Sunghoon had an expression on his face that you couldn’t read. Did he look disappointed? No, you were probably just imagining it.

“Well, I got tired of being somewhere I clearly don’t belong.” He stayed silent. He didn’t even know what to say, because anything he said would be inappropriate and wouldn’t fix it, but he tried anyway.

“I’m sorry. About dinner. I shouldn’t have said that.” He scratched the back of his neck and bit his bottom lip, nervously. Finally, you could feel a different energy coming from him… which felt strange.

“You’ve been saying a lot of things you shouldn’t lately.” You took a deep breath and broke eye contact with him, your attention shifting back to the sea in front of you and he did the same. You both just stared, speechless, Sunghoon deep in thought. But then a thought hit his head.

"If you’re really leaving…” Softly he started speaking, as if he was afraid of your reaction. “We should swim in the sea. One last time. Just like we used to.” When he mentioned the last time you were here a year ago, you swallowed loudly, turning to him, surprised. Sunghoon chuckled at your reaction.

“What?” He slowly touched the fabric of his shirt and took it off, while you remained frozen. A smirk playing on his features, as if it wasn’t even a matter of importance that he was undressing in front of you. Your eyes were immediately struck by his chest and his tones abs, which you swallowed loudly at.

“Come on.” He pointed his head at the sea and you blinked, hesitating.

“You think some swimming in the sea like we used to will fix anything?” He paused at your words, but then let out a long sigh.

“No, but maybe we could try to remember how we used to be… before everything” You could hear the sincerity in his voice. It was strange. He had been cold towards you since you arrived, and now? Now he was trying to make up for it….

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

"Me neither." He shrugged and slowly started unzipping his jeans with his fingers, and your eyes immediately slipped in there and you widened in surprise.

"Are you fucking serious?!" You said with a slightly panicked tone and he flinched. He found it funny how you acted like you'd never done this before, that you hadn't swam in the sea. Even though you were wearing swimsuits then, it wouldn't be any different now except that you'd be naked. But it's dark, who cares? He won't be able to see anything.

"Dead serious." Before his jeans and boxers could completely fall off the sand, you quickly turned around and closed your eyes, a blush immediately rising to your cheeks. He ran into the water without a word, laughing.

"Oh my god! You're actually crazy." You laughed and immediately the hot water touching his skin made him sigh. You moved your hand away from your eyes a little and looked at him out of the corner of your eye. Once. The first time and the third time you put your hand completely down and looked at him, still hesitating. You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath and slowly started to take off your shirt. Sunghoon didn't even have to be told to turn around because he did it automatically.

When you took off your shirt, your body was immediately embraced by the evening breeze and a chill ran down your spine. Sunghoon, even though his back was turned to you, watched you slowly undress out of the corner of his eye, leading his thoughts where they shouldn't be. But he immediately suppressed them.

You put your pants aside and hugged your body and slowly started walking into the water. The water was cold at first, but then it became warm and pleasant. When you were fully in the water, Sunghoon turned towards you completely and you both looked at each other without a word. For a small moment, you both felt like a year ago, where you were here together. When you almost kissed and that summer, there was something more between you. Something more intense, more romantic than ever before.

Sunghoon disappeared under the water for a moment, his hair completely soaked and he ran his hand through it. Drops of water slowly ran down his cheek and there was still silence between you, but you interrupted him.

"Why did you throw everything away? Our friendship.” After a moment of silence, you asked him, while he just watched you. He watched as the moon fell on your shoulders, which were sticking out of the water. “Why are you acting like nothing happened? Like we didn’t almost kiss last summer? Like that didn’t mean anything to you?” Sunghoon was most afraid of this question. Exactly at this point, you almost kissed… When you were already expecting silence to remain, he spoke.

“It meant everything to me.” He said quietly, as if he was only talking to himself. But you heard him quite clearly, and you blinked at him. “I thought about it every damn day after…” He admitted and paused for a moment, took a deep breath and then continued. “I wanted to tell you. I wanted to call… But I panicked. I didn’t know what to do with it.” His words surprised you, but you still didn't understand why he had pushed you away so suddenly. "With you—with how you made me feel." Even though his words were as honest as ever, you still felt hurt. Broken into a million pieces.

“So you just… cut me off?” You spoke with a shaky voice and Sunghoon saw the drops running down your cheeks, not knowing if they were tears or just drops of water.

“I was scared. That I’d ruin it. That if I told you I wanted more, you’d look at me differently. And then I’d lose the only person who ever really knew me.” Sunghoon finally said everything that had been bothering him all year. He expected you to yell at him, to hit him, to cry, whatever. But he didn’t expect you to just stare at him silently, without a word. What he said couldn’t fix what he had broken, he knew that himself.

There was silence and the only thing that could be heard was the sound of the sea and your intense beating of each other’s hearts. You couldn’t handle it. You slowly got ready to leave, ignoring that he would see you, you didn’t care. But you didn’t expect him to grab your wrist and pull you back into the water.

“Wait—wait.” He let out a panicked sigh and you shifted your eyes from your hand to his face. He had a broken and frightened expression on his face.

“Don’t go.” He swallowed loudly, fear in his voice. “Please…” His heart was beating at an incredible pace and his breathing was heavier than usual. “I’m sorry. For everything. For messing this up.” Even though he knew that one stupid apology wouldn’t be enough, he tried, hoping you’d give him another chance.

“I don’t want you to leave thinking I didn’t care. I never stopped caring.” Your breath hitched at his words and his grip on your wrist tightened, as if he was afraid that if he loosened even a little, you would leave.

“Then why did you make me feel like I was nothing to you?” Your voice was soft but heavy, full of mixed emotions.

“Because you were everything. And I didn’t know how to hold on to that without breaking it.” He whispered, searching your eyes for anything that would tell him that you wouldn’t leave. That you would give him a chance to make it all right. That you still saw him the same way you did before. The waves of the sea touched your bodies and you shifted your gaze to your hand where he was still holding you tightly.

“You don’t get to say stuff like that after pushing me away. After making me feel like I imagined everything.” You raised your eyes and looked into his, his eyes were sad, full of longing and begging for your forgiveness and for a kinder hope.

“You didn’t imagine it.” He admitted and swallowed loudly and you bit your bottom lip, nervously.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it either. That night… the almost kiss. I tried to forget it. Tried to convince myself it didn’t mean anything.” To keep from collapsing, you stopped and took a deep breath and then continued. “But it did. It still does.”

Sunghoon stared silently, not knowing if he had really heard correctly. His grip still firm, his heart beating intensely. He slowly lowered his hand and swallowed loudly, thinking. While you, you stared at him without a word, waiting for him to say or do something.

“Then why are we still standing here like this?” His words surprised you and without further hesitation you closed the distance between you and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft, full of unanswered questions. You pulled away for a moment, but this time he pressed his lips first, his hand immediately slid to your waist pulling you closer and your arms wrapping around his neck.

He deepened the kiss, his other hand gently cupping your cheek. The ocean waves lapped softly against your skin, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his body pressed against yours. He pulled you closer, and you could feel his heartbeat racing in sync with yours. Sunghoon couldn’t believe it that he is holding you like this, kissing you.

A small sigh escaped from your lips and for a brief moment you pulled away, looking deeply into his eyes. But then he in an instant pulled you back, kissing you harder.

"Don't run away," he whispered against your lips, one hand tangling in your wet hair. The moon above cast a gentle glow on his face, making his features even more beautiful. He kissed you again, more passionately this time, his strong arms securing you against him.

“I’m not-“ You mumbled into the kiss which made him smile softly against your lips, cutting off your words with another tender kiss. His hands began to explore your body more freely, tracing the curves of your back and hips. The ocean water swirled around you both, adding a sensual rhythm to the moment. He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours.

“Do you… do you want me to stop?” Carefully he asked, as if he wasn't sure if that was okay.

“No.” But your words reassured him and he pressed his lips to yours again. Sunghoon's hands slide down to your hips, pulling you even closer until there's no space between your bodies. He kisses you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger he's never felt before. The ocean waves crash softly against your naked bodies.

His hands move from your hips to grip your backside, lifting you up and carrying you to the shore, carefully he put you down on the sand, his mouth never leaving yours. Your fingers slowly made their way to his hair as He positions himself between your legs, his muscular body hovering over you as he continues to completely devour your mouth. The moonlight casts a silvery glow on your intertwined bodies, highlighting every curve and muscle.

Sunghoon pulled away from you, both of you gasping for air. His eye admired every part of your body. "You're so beautiful." Fuck, you really were. The moonlight casts highlighted every part of your body. Your body was like a heaven to him. A small blush appeared on your cheeks, as his voice was soft and gentle.

When he leaned to kiss you again, you felt his hard cock press slightly against your naked thigh, making you let out a little gasp. Your body was trembling beneath him from it and he could feel it so he grinded against your thigh again, intentionally this time, wanting to feel your reaction again. One hand trails down your side, tracing your hip bone while the other supports his weight.

"Is this okay?" There was worry heard in his voice, like he was making sure that every move he made was okay with you, that he wasn’t going too fast on you.

“Yes.” A soft groan escapes Sunghoon's lips at your response, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. He leans down to capture your mouth in a searing kiss again, his tongue dancing with yours. His hand on your hip slides down between your legs. Your mouth fell wide open when his fingers gently started to explore your folds, testing your readiness.

"So soft," he murmured against your lips, his fingers slowly circling your clit, making you let out a sigh of pleasure. The wetness between your legs increasing by it and it only served to fuel his desire. He broke the kiss to look at you, his eyes dark with lust.

“I want to make you feel good.”

“P-please.” With a pleading eyes you said, begging him to do something about it. Your begging face made him groan.

"Fuck, your sounds..." He murmured, applying more pressure as he continued to circle your sensitive bud. His cock throbbing against your thigh, desperate to be inside you, but he's determined to make sure you're properly prepared. Slowly, he slided one finger inside, testing how tight you are, your eyes widening at the feeling.

Fuck, how he loved how you responded to his touch. He stared into your eyes, watching your reactions as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you.

"So tight," he groaned, adding a second finger to stretch you out. Immediately a loud moan escaping from our lips, his thumb continuing to circle your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your hips buck against his hand.

“Sunghoon~” The sound of his name on your lips nearly breaks his control. Again, he kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans as his fingers continued their steady pace. "You're doing so well, baby," His voice was soft but as he whispered it against your lips, his thumb increasing pressure on your clit. "I want to make you come." At his praising words, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, as the pleasure was too much.

“Mhm-“ A muffled sound came out of you as you wrapped your hand around his neck, bucking your hips more forward to his hand. He chuckled softly, his fingers curling upwards to hit that spot inside you that made you see stars.

"Look at me," he demanded gently, his thumb rubbing faster, making you gasp. He nuzzled your face back into his neck, trying to get you to look up at him. You obeyed to his words and you pulled away from his neck, locking eyes with him. Sunghoon felt your body trembling, your eyes were more and more watery from the pleasure. And fuck… how he loved seeing that.

"You're so close, aren't you?" He asked, his fingers pausing inside you to torment you further.

“W-why did you stop?” When he stopped you in an instant blurted out, trying to catch your breath, his fingers still inside but not moving at all.

"Because I want to watch you fall apart," Seductively, he whispered, his fingers starting to move again - slower this time - drawing out your pleasure. His thumb circled your clit again, knowing exactly how to touch you to drive you wild.

"Let go, baby. Let me see you come." Sunghoon leaned closer to your ear, whispering as he kept pounding his fingers into you, enjoying how you responded to him.

“F-fuck-“ As the pleasure was too much for you, you squeezed your eyes, throwing your head back a little. In an instant he buried his face in your neck, his fingers moving faster and harder as he felt your body tensing.

"That's it, come for me," he encouraged, his own breathing growing ragged. Your mouth opened in an ‘O’ as you felt your climax reaching. He wanted to watch you, but he was too focused on giving you the release you need.

Deeply, he groaned, feeling your walls clenching around his fingers as you came undone, making you moan loudly. Your moans like a music to his ears. He slowed down his movements, gently riding out your orgasm until your body stopped trembling. He pulled his fingers out slowly, bringing them to his mouth to suck off your wetness.

"Fucking beautiful.” Without breaking eye contact with you, he said, watching how your cheeks were flushed red, your breathing heavy. Your eyes slowly slid down to his red cock, pre-cum leaking from it, asking to be inside of you. Sunghoon noticed your hungry stare and without hesitation he grabbed you by your hips, roughly.

“Fuck, flip over.” At his words, you switched your gaze to him, surprised.

“W-what?”

"On your stomach," he repeated, his voice lowering as he gets more impatient. He wanted to be behind you, to wrap his arms around you and pull you onto him. When you saw how he was getting more impatient, you flipped over, supporting your body with your hands.

"Good girl," Left from his lips as he watched how you obeyed to him without a second thought. He lifted your hips up so you're on your knees. "Look at you," He murmured as he pressed his hard cock against your bare ass, making your mouth fall open. Sunghoon noticed how your body tensed when he pressed his cock against your ass. To tease you even more, he took his cock into his hand and gave it a few pumps before teasing your entrance with his tip, making you let out a little cry at the feeling. He chuckled darkly, teasing your entrance with his tip but not pushing in.

"You're so wet and ready for me," He whispered, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He pulled back slightly before pushing forward again, just enough to spread your wetness around but not entering you fully yet.

“Hoon… fuck- please don’t- don’t tease me.” You were struggling with your words and he enjoyed it, and he groaned at your plead, his grip on your hips tightening.

"Fuck, you know how to beg," He said, finally pushing just the tip inside you. He pulls back out slowly, teasing you again. "Is this what you want?" His voice strained with desire.

“Yes! Please Hoon, I- please fuck me with your cock. I-I swear I’ll be-“

"Shut up," Without mercy he slammed his entire length inside you in one go. He stayed there for a moment, letting you get used to his size before pulling back and thrusting forward even harder. "You’re gonna shut that pretty mouth of yours and just take my dick, alright?" A loud whimper came out of you as he leaned down, pressing his chest against you back, whispering into your ear. “Alright, y/n?”

At his question you nodded your head and you squeezed your eyes shut as he began to move, making you open your mouth into a little ‘O’ again. He groaned in satisfaction, seeing your reaction.

"Fuck, look at you taking my cock so well," He praised, his hips moving faster and harder, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches around to rub your clit in sync with his thrusts.

“Mh- H-Hoon~”

"Fuck, you're so fucking hot when you say my name," The fingers over your clit moving faster as he continued to pound into you from behind. "I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy until you’re screaming my name," he threatened, his voice low and rough.

“P-please I’m gonna-“ Again, you started to feel the familiar pleasure, and he felt it too.

"That's it, keep making those fucking noises," Sunghoon encouraged, his fingers pressing firmly against your clit as he continues to fuck you hard and fast. "You’re gonna come all over my dick, aren’t you? You’re gonna squeeze me so tight when you come." His dirty talk was like heaven, you couldn’t even think properly so you just nodded at his words, his cock hitting every right spot inside you.

"Come on then, I wanna feel you come apart on my dick," he urged, his hips moving erratically as he chased his own release. "I’m close, fuck I'm so close," You moaned as he groaned into your ear, his fingers moving in tight circles over your clit.

With every deep thrust you felt your body trembling, feeling like you would collapse from the pleasure.

"Fuck, can you feel that?" His hips were slapping against your ass with each thrust. "I’m hitting that spot deep inside you, aren’t I? The one that makes you see stars?" He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot and ragged.

“Mhm-“ Even though you tried to say a proper word, nothing came out. Only moans, which were like music to his ears.

"That's it, take it," He growled feeling your pussy clamp down around him as you got closer to your orgasm. "Fuck, just like that." Gently, he bit down on your shoulder, marking you as his, his cock driving into you relentlessly, hitting the right spot. Suddenly your walls tighten around his veiny cock and you came, making a mess on his cock as he wanted. Oh, and he loved every bit of it. But still he kept thrusting into you, trying to case his own high, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back onto him even harder.

"Not done yet," You cried as he kept his ruthless pace, not stopping at all, his hips jerking erratically as he got closer.

“Sunghoon, I-I can’t-“

"Shut up and take it," Sunghoon snapped, his control completely gone as he fucked you through your sensitivity. His fingers dig into your hips harshly, holding you in place as he slammed into you over and over. And with one final thrust, he came, filling up your pussy, his hips jerking slightly with each wave of his release. "Jesus," He muttered, pulling back slightly then pushing back in again slowly, like he can't get enough. Even though your pussy was hurting from his ruthless pace, you moaned as he still kept buried inside you for a while.

"Goddamn, that was intense," Fnally stilling his hips as he catches his breath. He leaned forward, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder blade while still buried deep inside you. His hands gently caressed your sides, a stark contrast to how roughly he just held you.

You were out of breath, your body hurting because of how rough he was, but you enjoyed it. Then he slowly pulls out of you, sudden emptiness rushing over you and slowly you flipped back into your back, trying to catch your breath. Sunghoon laid his body down next to yours, your fingers slightly brushing against each other.

After a few moments of just lying there, Sunghoon turned his head to look at you. His eyes soft and warm, a stark contrast to the intense, almost angry way he looked at you during sex. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, making you smile. You weren’t expecting him to fuck you so good after you just found out why he shut you down. But honestly, you didn’t care. You were happy, you felt loved and that’s what mattered.

Sunghoon leaned in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before resting his head back down. For a few moments, he just stared at you, taking in your peaceful face and the slight flush to your cheeks.

“What do we tell our parents?” You broke the silence between you two. He let out a small chuckle, brushing his fingers through your hair gently.

"I don’t know yet, but probably best not to mention the fact that I just fucked you senseless…”

[hoonharem]

ᯓ𐙚 . ˙ Lucky I’m your soulmate. . . Pt 2

SOULMATE AU

F!reader x soft!sunghoon

Content :: somnophilia, oral (f receiving), needy/whiny!sunghoon, dry humping, kinda body worship? BASICALLY PORN

MDNI 18+

Read part 1 here !! (optional)

Note :: PLEASE give feedback/criticism I WANNA IMPROVE and I’ll try to be aesthetic 😔 taking Enha fic suggestions if you wanna.

As you slept, there was an insistent pressure against your fleshy thigh. When you awoke, your eyes were unfocused at first but they quickly refocused on Sunghoon, your soulmate, rutting against your thigh like a puppy in heat.

Sunghoon’s eyebrows were furrowed, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his face was flushed deeply, and his lips were parted as shaky moans tumbled from his lips with each drag of his bulge against your thigh.

You must admit, even if the situation is.. strange, you find a familiar warmth spread through your lower belly, an ache between your thighs, a wetness pooling in your panties. You’re really getting turned on by this?

It isn’t until Sunghoon adjusts himself that he notices that you’re awake. His expression immediately contorts with guilt, but he doesn’t seem to stop riding your thigh, whimpering half assed apologies while getting himself off on the thick muscle under him.

“M’sorry- you were so pretty Y/N, I can’t help myself..” He gasps before continuing, his head tilted back. “So pretty.. pretty Y/N.. my soulmate..” Sunghoon draws out the last syllable of soulmate, making his desperation even more arousing.

Sunghoon’s hips stutter against your thigh and he lets out a delicious gasp, his jaw going slack. “Oh god Y/N- you feel so good- gonna cum- please please please!” As his body tenses and a stifled moan escapes him, you feel his nails dig into your upper thigh as he climaxes on you.

He doesn’t make any move to change or clean up after, the cum from his activities has soaked through his boxers and onto your thigh, he seems to tired to do anything else. After a moment of heavy breathing and unstable moans, Sunghoon gently lowers himself, resting his face on your stomach, his hands coming up to your hips. His body is nestled comfortably between your thighs.

“I’m sorry Y/N.. you’re so adorable.. pretty.. mm..” he speaks in an intimate, soft tone as he traces patterns on your hip with his index finger, his eyes are half-lidded and foggy from pleasure, his pupils still blown out of lust, you can see a hint of lingering desire as he looks up at you.

He seems to stare at you after a while. You don’t seem to notice how one of his large hands snake up your shirt, and hooks under the waistband of your shorts. “Mm.. I want more Y/N..” Sunghoon groans, his tone dark and full of lust but his eyes are shining with adoration, his eyes glued to yours as he slowly, tantalizingly pulls down your shorts, along with your panties.

Even if he hasn’t asked, your gaze says more than enough. Your shallow breaths, flushed cheeks, twitching fingers are all the answers he needs to continue. His eyes lower down to your glistening folds, and he shudders, his eyes darkening as he feels his length twitch in his pants.

He tentatively lowers his head, his slender fingers coming up to spread your thighs wider as he licks a wet stripe from your entrance to your clit, he flattens his tongue against your swollen bud, earning a choked gasp from you. “So tasty..” he groans against your sex.

When your thighs tense and tremble in his arms, he grunts, his lips locked around your clit as he firmly grins your thighs and pushes them against your chest, opening you up even wider. He doesn’t waste time and immediately slides his tongue in your wet canal, making your knees weak.

“Oh- f-fuck!!” You cry out weakly, eyes rolling back slightly as he uses his wet muscle to fuck you, one of your trembling hands comes up to tangle in his hair, a feeble attempt to bring yourself back to reality. You pant and squirm under him as the tip of his nose nudges and teases your swollen, sensitive bud.

Noticing your struggle, Sunghoon smirks against your pussy, and he slides his tongue out of you, only to circle your clit with the tip of his tongue in slow, teasing circles. A long, needy whine escapes your lips and he hums in response, vibrating against your core deliciously.

Sunghoon makes lewd slurping sounds as he laps at your clit, and you find yourself seeing stars. You jolt suddenly when two of Sunghoon’s long fingers slide inside you, the stretch both painful but pleasurable. A broken gasp falls from your lips, your toes curling as he begins to pump, your wet pussy gushing around his fingers.

“I make you feel like this? That’s so.. fucking hot..” Sunghoon growls against your clit, doubling his efforts, he switches between suckling your clit and flicking the bud rapidly, meanwhile he’s knuckles deep inside you, curling his fingers to find that spongy patch to drive you crazy. When he hears your uncontrollably, needy moan, he knows he has you where he wants you.

You thrash your head, jaw slack, back arching as Sunghoon continues his relentless assault on your pussy. One toned arm holding your legs up and wide for him, as his mouth is latched on your clit, and his fingers driving you crazy, moments later your finally brought to the edge, legs trembling violently as you cry out his name.

Sunghoon laps at your release like a starving man. Groaning, slurping, moaning, it’s like he can’t get enough. He pants as he finally parts with your delicious pussy, pressing a light, teasing peck to your clit before slowly lowering your legs. He looks up at you with a small smirk, as if he didn’t just shatter your sanity and ruin you for anybody else.

“You’re cute when you cum like that.” Sunghoon rasps, he lowers himself on top of you, resting his head on your chest, nuzzling and pressing teasing kisses to the curve of your breasts through your clothes. You huff in response to his teasing, and he lets out an airy chuckle. Satisfied, he sighs and closes his eyes, murmuring out an inaudible goodnight before falling asleep on top of you.

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GUYS HOW WAS IT AHHH IM SO HAPPY MY FIRST FIC IS DONEEEE even though it was probably not a lot of words but I still got one done so ☺️

[hoonharem]

MY PRETTY GIRL

warnings: smut, fluff, rough sex, squirting, dirty talk, praise kink, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, lmk if I missed anything

wordcount: 1.4k

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Sunghoon walks into the living room, his dark eyes locking onto you immediately. His lips curl into that shy, boyish smile that makes your heart flutter. “Baby,” he says, voice low, “you look so fucking pretty.” He’s so cute like this, all sweet and attentive, his cheeks a little pink as he sits next to you. He pulls you into his lap, his strong hands gentle as they rest on your hips. “How do you always look this perfect?”

You giggle, smoothing your dress and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Just for you, Hoonie.” His nickname makes his smile widen, and he leans in to kiss you, soft and slow at first, tasting your gloss. His kisses are warm, like he’s pouring all his love into them. But you can feel the shift, the way his grip tightens, the way his breath hitches.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice rougher now, dripping with need. His hands slide up your thighs, slipping under the hem of your dress, and you shiver as his fingers brush your skin. He’s so big, his biceps flexing under his shirt, and you can’t help but run your fingers over them, loving how strong he feels.

“Okay,” you whisper, your voice shaky with want, and that’s all he needs. He scoops you up like you weigh nothing, carrying you to the bedroom with that cute grin still on his face. He lays you down on the soft pink sheets, his eyes roaming over you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “My pretty girl,” he says, climbing over you, his body hovering above yours.

Sunghoon starts slow, kissing your neck, your collarbone, his lips warm and soft. His hands push your dress up, revealing your lacy panties, and he groans softly. “Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect.” He loves you like this, all dolled up, soft and feminine. It drives him crazy. He pulls your dress off completely, leaving you in just your panties, and his eyes darken as he takes you in, his gaze hungry.

He’s sweet, but in bed, he’s rough. Not mean, just… intense. Like he can’t hold back. He kisses you harder now, tongue sliding against yours, wet and messy, and you feel his hands everywhere, gripping your thighs, squeezing your waist, palming your breasts through your bra. He yanks your panties down, tossing them aside, and spreads your legs wide, his fingers brushing over your pussy, already soaked for him. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good,” he promises, his voice low and husky, thick with lust.

He starts with his fingers, sliding two inside you, slow at first, stretching you open. Then faster, curling them just right, hitting that spot that makes you moan. You grab his biceps, feeling the hard muscle under your fingers, and whimper, “Hoonie.” He looks up at you with that cute, boyish smile, even as he’s doing filthy things to you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he says, sounding almost proud. “This pussy’s all for me, yeah?”

“Y-Yes,” you gasp, your hips bucking as he pumps his fingers harder, the slick sound filling the room. He loves this, loves making you squirm, loves the way you fall apart for him. He lowers his head, his lips finding your clit, and you cry out as he starts to suck, his tongue flicking over you, fast and relentless. It’s too much, too good, and you feel that pressure building fast, your body tightening.

“Gonna make you squirt, princess,” he mumbles against your pussy, his voice confident, cocky even. He presses his fingers deeper, fucking you with them, hitting that spot over and over while his tongue works your clit. You’re a mess, moaning his name, your thighs shaking, and then you’re gone. Your body convulses, and you come hard, squirting all over his fingers, his face, the sheets. He doesn’t stop, keeps licking and fingering you through it, drawing out every last shudder until you’re whining, oversensitive, tugging at his hair.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he groans, pulling back to look at you, his lips shiny with your cum, his eyes wild with want. He’s still so cute, even now, with that proud little grin like he just won a prize. He strips off his shirt, and you can’t help but stare at his lean, muscled body. Perfectly defined abs, strong shoulders, and those biceps that flex as he tosses his shirt aside. You want to lick every inch of him.

He’s quick to get rid of his pants and boxers, and you bite your lip at the sight of his cock—hard, thick, leaking precum. He climbs back over you, kissing you deeply, and you taste yourself on his lips, the mix of you both making you dizzy. “You okay, baby?” he asks, his voice soft for a moment, checking in like the sweet boyfriend he is.

“Mmhm,” you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Want you, Hoonie. Want you to fuck me.”

That’s all it takes. He positions himself between your legs, his hands gripping your hips as he slides into you, slow at first, stretching your pussy around his cock. You moan, your head falling back, and he groans, low and deep. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says, his voice rough, almost desperate. He starts to move, thrusting hard, and it’s intense, the kind of rough that makes your whole body tingle. His cock fills you perfectly, hitting deep, and you can feel every inch of him.

His biceps flex as he holds himself up, and you grab them, squeezing the hard muscle as he fucks you, each thrust rocking your body. He’s so strong, and he knows it, loves using his strength to make you feel small, safe, his. He shifts, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you tight against his chest as he pounds into you, his cock dragging against your walls. “My pretty girl,” he murmurs, his lips against your ear. “Love you so fucking much.”

You whimper, clinging to him, your nails digging into his back as he fucks you harder, the bed creaking under the force. He’s rough, but he’s still your Sunghoon, the one who blushes when you compliment him, who carries your bags and kisses your forehead. Even now, as he’s fucking you so hard you can barely think, he’s so cute, the way he watches your face, making sure you’re okay, making sure you’re loving every second.

He pulls back slightly, grabbing your legs and pushing them up, folding you in half so he can fuck you deeper. “Look at you, taking my cock so well,” he groans, his eyes locked on where he’s splitting you open, your pussy stretched around him, slick and dripping. “Such a good girl for me.” His words make you clench, and he feels it, grinning as he thrusts even harder, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Gonna come again, baby?” he asks, his voice shaky, like he’s barely holding on. He angles his hips, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars, and you nod frantically, your body trembling. “Come on, princess, let me feel that pussy squeeze me,” he says, and his arms tighten around you, his biceps pressing against your sides as he fucks you harder, deeper, relentless.

You scream his name as you come, your pussy clenching tight around his cock, your body shaking as pleasure rips through you. He groans, his thrusts getting sloppy as he chases his own release, fucking you through your orgasm. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum,” he pants, and with a few more hard thrusts, he buries himself deep, filling you with his cum, hot and thick. He holds you tight through it, kissing your neck, your cheek, murmuring, “So good, baby, so fucking perfect.”

When it’s over, he collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms. His biceps are still flexed, and you snuggle against him, feeling small and safe. “You okay?” he asks again, his voice soft, his fingers brushing your hair back.

“More than okay,” you say, kissing his cheek. He’s rough, yeah, but he’s so sweet, so cute, you can never be mad at him. He smiles, that shy, boyish grin, and pulls you closer, his lips finding yours for one last, gentle kiss.

“Love you, my pretty girl,” he whispers, and you melt, knowing you’re his, always.

[hoonharem]

heesimp’s stepdad! hoon has me on a chokehold so bad lately 🫠

Thinking about being in stepdad! Sunghoon’s beach house...

The clock ticks past midnight.

The beach house is cloaked in soft silence, broken only by the distant hush of the waves outside.

You lie on your side in the guest bed; tiny sleep shorts riding up your hips, a loose tank top brushing against your bare chest—your skin still sticky and warm from the humid night air.

The creak of the door is almost imperceptible.

But you hear it.

You feel him.

Sunghoon’s silhouette looms in the doorway, his body lit only by the faint moonlight slicing through the blinds.

He doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t have to.

Your breath catches in your throat as he closes the door softly behind him, clicking the lock into place with a tenderness that betrays just how badly he wants to devour you.

He pads over to the bed—bare-chested, grey sweats hanging low on his hips, the outline of his cock already swelling visibly beneath the fabric.

And then he’s there, sitting on the edge of the mattress, his hand grazing the soft skin of your exposed calf.

“Couldn’t sleep without my baby,” he whispers, voice thick, dark with need.

He bends down and presses a kiss above your knee, trailing upward, slowly, until his lips brush your inner thigh.

You shift, thighs parting instinctively with a sigh escaping your lips.

An invitation.

Sunghoon exhales a soft, shaky breath, fingers sliding under the hem of your sleep shorts, dragging them down your hips with agonizing patience.

“Such a sweet girl,” he murmurs, voice almost worshipful. His nose nuzzles the crease where your thigh meets your pelvis, inhaling you like you’re the air he needs to breathe.

“My love… My pretty baby.”

The words make you whimper—a sound so small the dark swallows it.

But Sunghoon hears it.

And he thrives on it.

You lift your hips, helping him peel the shorts down completely, leaving you in only your thin panties and the loose cotton tank.

He kisses along your hips, your pelvis, teasing closer, until he’s spreading your thighs wider with his broad palms, settling himself between them like he belongs there.

And he does.

He presses his hot, wet tongue against the fabric, tracing over the outline of your pussy lips and leaving a kiss to the visible wet spot over your entrance. He then shifts his focus back to exploring your clothed cunt. You moan softly when his tongue grazes your sensitive bud. He smiles.

He puts all of his attention into stimulating your clit. He gives adoring kisses at first and then kitten licks that quickly transform into full-on sucking.

He gives it one more kiss before pulling away to look at you—lips parted, chest rising irregularly, nipples hardened from you playing with them just a minute ago.

God, he loves seeing you like this.

Sunghoon reaches the hem of your panties and pulls down slowly. You raise your hips slightly and watches as a string of slick connects your pussy to the ruined pice of fabric previously hiding it from him.

He positions himself, spreading your legs again. His eyes never leave your pussy, the hunger in his stare resembling a starved man about to eat for the first time in weeks.

The first press of his tongue to your bare slit is slow and devastating.

Sunghoon moans low against you, the vibration shooting straight into your core.

He licks you in long, deliberate strokes—savoring, tasting, owning.

One of your hands finds his hair—silky and soft between your fingers—and tugs gently, but Sunghoon just growls, low and warning.

“No, sweet girl. Let Daddy take care of you.”

He wraps his arms under your thighs, locking you in place, and devours you properly.

His tongue dips into your entrance, teasing, before lapping up your slick and circling your clit in lazy, torturous patterns.

Every slow lick, every wet suck against your aching bundle of nerves pulls a broken moan from your throat.

You arch, panting, grinding your hips against his mouth helplessly.

Sunghoon pulls back just enough to mutter against your dripping cunt, “Look at you… already so wet for me. My baby’s pussy always knows when I need her.”

You whine, thighs trembling.

The need spirals, sharp and unbearable, but Sunghoon keeps it slow. He keeps you right on the edge, wanting, needing, desperate.

Only when you’re sobbing, softly whispering ‘Please, Daddy, please!’ does he relent.

He sucks your clit between his lips hard enough to make you cry out, the orgasm ripping through you without warning, blinding and hot.

He doesn’t stop.

Not even when you start squirming from the overstimulation, not even when your fingers scrabble at his shoulders.

Sunghoon growls against your cunt and holds you down, tongue and mouth working you through every wave, until you’re left limp and gasping.

When he finally pulls back, your juices slicking his chin, he kisses his way up your trembling body, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, your ribs, the soft underside of your breast.

You blink up at him, dazed, and he smiles—soft, almost sweet—as he brushes your damp hair from your forehead.

“My sweet girl,” he murmurs, thumb stroking your flushed cheek. “So good for me… always so fucking good.”

You barely have time to catch your breath before he’s pushing his sweats down, his thick cock springing free—flushed, leaking, and hard for you.

Sunghoon leans down, pressing a kiss to your parted lips.

You taste yourself on his mouth.

“Think you can give Daddy just a little more, baby?” he whispers, nudging the head of his cock against your sore, needy entrance.

The way you whimper and nod—desperate, greedy—makes him chuckle softly.

“That’s my good girl.”

He pushes in devastatingly slow, stretching you all over again—claiming you once more in the dead of night, with only the moon to witness it.

He’s not gentle this time.

Because you’re his.

And tonight, just like every night, he needs to remind you of it.

Sunghoon sinks into you inch by inch, and your walls flutter helplessly around him, still soaked, still twitching from the orgasm he wrung out of you minutes ago.

He curses low under his breath—the sound raw, almost pained—and braces his hands on either side of your head, caging you beneath him.

“Fuck, baby…” he rasps, pressing his forehead against yours for a breathless moment. “You’re so warm… my sweet, sweet girl, so fucking tight for me…”

He doesn’t wait—doesn’t even give your pussy time to adjust.

He pulls almost all the way out—the head of his cock catching at your entrance—before slamming back in with a deep, heavy thrust that knocks the air from your lungs.

You sob his name brokenly, your nails clawing at his broad back, but Sunghoon just growls—a dark, possessive sound vibrating in his chest.

“That’s it, baby,” he pants. “Take it—Take all of Daddy’s cock.”

He sets a brutal pace—hips snapping against yours, his balls slapping wetly against your ass with every thrust.

The bed creaks under the force of it, the frame rattling against the wall, but neither of you care.

Not when he’s fucking you like he’s trying to carve you open—to brand you from the inside out.

Sunghoon dips his mouth to your neck—biting, sucking, marking—leaving angry red blooms along your skin.

You feel them blooming across your collarbone, your breasts, your shoulder—a constellation of bruises only he will ever touch.

“My baby,” he grits out, sinking his teeth into your shoulder just hard enough to make you cry out. “My fucking baby. Mine.”

You can’t speak—too overwhelmed by the relentless stretch and thrust of him—but he sees it in your eyes, the way you nod frantically, whimpering as tears prick the corners of your lashes.

Sunghoon lifts one of your legs, hooking it over his arm to fuck you deeper, harder, until every thrust punches a wet gasp out of you.

The angle lets him hit that perfect spot—over and over—until you’re babbling, begging without words.

“Never gonna let you go,” he hisses, his voice rough against your temple. “You’re mine, my love. You hear me?”

You nod again, tears slipping free now, overwhelmed by how full you feel, how good it is, how right it is.

“You’re never going back to that fucking campus without me,” he growls. “Never gonna let some little college boy even look at you. Gonna keep you right here—in my bed—dripping with my cum every fucking day.”

The filthy, possessive words send you hurtling toward another orgasm—tighter, hotter than the first.

You feel yourself clenching around him, milking his cock greedily, and Sunghoon snarls when he feels it.

“Fuck—that’s it, baby. Cum on my cock. Show me who you belong to.”

You shatter around him with a hoarse, broken gasp—body seizing, back arching off the bed—and Sunghoon loses it.

He drives into you with reckless, punishing thrusts, chasing his own release, desperate to empty himself inside you.

And when it hits him—when his cock throbs deep inside your spasming cunt—he presses his mouth against your throat and roars into your skin, thick, hot cum flooding you in endless, jerking spurts.

He doesn’t pull out; he stays buried deep. His hips grinding in tight, messy circles, making sure every drop stays inside you.

The lewd wet sounds echo in the silence, your bodies slick, trembling, bound together by sweat and want and obsession.

You’re both gasping—wrecked, ruined—but he still doesn’t move far.

Instead, Sunghoon leans down—his body heavy over yours—and captures your mouth in a kiss.

It’s filthy; your spit mixing, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip, his tongue fucking into your mouth just like he fucked your cunt.

A kiss that tastes like desperation, need, and ownership.

He kisses you until you’re whimpering into him, clinging weakly to his shoulders.

Only then does he pull back slightly—just enough to press his forehead against yours again.

“My baby,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “My sweet girl. You’re not going anywhere. Ever.”

This time you kiss him—slower, but just as dirty—while his heavy, softening cock remains buried inside you, your combined cum leaking slowly out your pussy.

Outside, the night stretches on, the ocean murmuring against the shore.

Inside, you’re wrapped up in Sunghoon’s arms—claimed, filled, and hopelessly his.

Exactly how he always intended it.