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[mimagnettic]

“he left his first love to pursue his true love” . . . P . SGH

You were his first love but not true love.

When he held your hand between his warm palms, thumbs brushing softly over your knuckles, his eyes glimmered with affection—yet they never quite burned with the same fervour you saw when he was on the ice. When he kissed you goodbye before practice, murmuring a soft “I’ll text you after,” you clung onto that promise like a child to a fraying ribbon, knowing well it might never come.

He laughed with you, teased you, tucked your hair behind your ear as if you were something delicate, precious. You shared warm meals in small cafes, your knees brushing beneath the table as he told you about his routine transitions and blade maintenance. You never minded. Even when he went silent mid-conversation to watch figure skating clips on his phone, nodding along to the rhythm in his head, analysing every turn and loop.

But then, dates were cancelled, one after another. “I have early morning practice tomorrow.” “I’m flying to Japan for the next Grand Prix.” “I’ll call you later, yeah?” Later never came.

You tried. You held on until your fingers bled with effort.

But he didn’t fight when you finally let go.

“I can’t keep up both at the same time,” he had said, his voice trembling with an honesty that tore you apart. “I love you… but I love skating too. I can’t lose this right now.”

He didn’t ask you to stay. Didn’t beg you not to leave. Didn’t promise he’d try harder. His love was gentle, real, but it wasn’t consuming enough to make him stay. And that hurt more than anything.

Now, standing amidst thousands of cheering fans in the stadium, you watch him glide on the ice. His movements are seamless, fluid, beautiful. His spins are breathtaking; his smile radiant under the harsh white lights, so blinding you have to look away. The announcer calls his name:

“And the winner is . . . Park Sunghoon!”

Your chest aches as the crowd erupts in cheers, as he bows deeply with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, gold medal heavy around his neck. His grin is the widest you’ve ever seen. His eyes shine with a brilliance you never managed to ignite.

This is his true love. The ice. The stage. The applause.

And you realise, painfully, irrevocably—

He never belonged to you.

And now that he’s free, he can finally chase dreams bigger than anything you could ever offer. Dreams that don’t include holding your hand at the end of the day. Dreams that don’t include you at all.

Your hands move on their own, clapping politely, and your lips curl into a faint, bittersweet smile. Tears blur your vision until his figure ripples in your sight like water under the sun.

© 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐳𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞 ; don't copy translate or feed to ai

[mimagnettic]

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Every year, it’s the same fight between the same two people. Your brother, Jay Park, and Sunghoon park. For the past three years in a row, they’ve made it to the finals. It’s currently 2 to 1, Jay taking the advantage.

Not this year, though. This year, Sunghoon has something to look forward to, the sweet taste of your pussy. The pair train in the same gym, and sometimes, you would follow along, Jay forcing you to work on your endurance and strength with him, even if you absolutely hated it. 

Weeks prior to the final fight, in the early hours of the morning, you made your way to the locker rooms to grab your brother a spare water bottle. When suddenly, your back was pushed against the cold metal of the locker, a broad figure pushing against you. 

“Hey!” You shout, hands bracing against the man's shoulders before realising who it was. Your expression became guarded, lips pursing together as your brother's greatest opponent stood before you. “Sunghoon–”

He shushes you, quietly, shaking his head as his hands rub up and down your waist. “I’m not going to do anything,” He murmurs, lifting his hands to grab your wrists, bringing your hands back down to your sides, slowly. “I’m here to make a deal with you.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, hands flexing against the hold he has on your wrists, pulling his hands away in annoyance and disgust. “I’m not making any deal with you. If you think I’m going to let you rig the fight, then you’re the biggest dickward I’ve ever spoken to,” You shoot back, glaring at him in pure annoyance. 

“I’m not going to ask you to rig the fight,silly,” He muses, one of his large hands coming up to pinch your cheeks together, mocking a pout as he shakes your head from side to side, “I’m just here to ask about when I win.”

“You’re not going to win,” You bite, grabbing at his wrist and pulling him away. 

“Stop talking, gosh, you're a nuisance,” He groans, rolling his eyes, squeezing your cheeks before pulling his hand away. “Look, if I win, which I will… I get to have you. For one night. That’s all. No one needs to know, Jay’s not going to know, the media isn’t going to know, just me and you.”

Your annoyed glare turns into one of confusion and surprise. One night with you. You and Sunghoon are alone together, for a singular night. You feel your cheeks heat up at the thought and you glance away, keeping that guarded and annoyed expression on your features. 

“It’s not a date,” he quickly says, knowing that you’ll definitely say no. His hands come to your waist, cupping your sides perfectly like a puzzle piece and taking a step closer. His head dips down, trailing his lips against the side of your neck and the bare skin of your shoulder. “Just me and you,” he whispers, one of his hands coming up to fiddle with the strap of your sports bra, “And the sweet taste of that pussy. Yeah? How does that sound?”

The proximity and his gravelly voice drives you insane, feeling a heat in your stomach fluttering lower to the fabric of your underwear. Your hands brace against the locker behind you, your breath stuttering quietly as you turn your head to face him. You can’t lie, the idea sounds extremely tempting. And if he won, then it would be a tie between the pair… 

Biting your lower lip, you roll your eyes and look away, “Fine,” you grumble, hands grabbing a hold of his wrists and pulling them away from your body, noticing the way he easily allows you to move, “Only if you win the fight. Other than that, nothing. Don’t ask me again and don’t hit me up after the night.” 

The smirk that forms on his face is one to make your knees weak and you become unsure whether it’s going to be the best or worst decision that you’ve made in your life. 

The night of the fight, you were on the edge of your seat the whole time, watching the way that Jay and Sunghoon present themselves so proudly in the ring. Their skills and their looks caused uproars in the crowd, dividing the large group of people. You could hear the way the different groups of fans chant your brother and his opponents name. At this point of time, you can’t even be bothered to think about Sunghoon, you just want your brother to win. 

An hour later, you're watching the deciding round of the night. Both Jay and Sunghoon have won a round each, now you’re watching the two bloodied men stand face to face for the last time of the night. 3 minutes for Jay to win, 3 minutes for him to hit the final blow but Sunghoon just won't give up. Desperate Asshole. 

After three excruciating minutes of watching the pair fight, the winner was decided. And it was not your brother. 

You sit angrily in your seat, glaring at the man filled with pride as he holds up his winning belt, motioning for the crowd to create more sounds of luxury as he basks in the glory. At some point, while you’re standing with Jay, handing him a towel and a tissue for his nose while his team assesses him out, you glance back at the ring, eye contact being made as he leans cockily against the rope, peering down at you with a determined expression. He points to himself and mouths these six words to you, ‘meet me at my locker room.’ 

His prize awaits.

An hour and a half later, you’re stepping out of Sunghoons car, his hand immediately finding its way to your lower back as he guides you up the steps towards his house, his broad figure crowding your back as he unlocks the door to his penthouse. 

“Make yourself at home, beautiful,” he murmurs in your ear, biting your earlobe as he ushers you inside, closing and locking the door behind him. You stand there dumbfounded as he strips himself of his jacket and shoes, acting like this isn’t an arrangement. When he notices you haven’t moved, he glances over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “You’re just going to stand there and do nothing?”

You cross your arms over your chest, leaning on one him and knitting your brows together, your tone full of accusation and confusion. “You said that when you win, you are going to take me. Yet, here you are, acting like we came home from a date. What’s your deal?”

He scoffs, turning to face you, stepping closer and invading your personal space once more. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” he teases, cupping your face and towering over you, “I didn’t realise I couldn’t relax after, you know, winning. You should’ve seen the look on your brother’s face when he realised I won, I really hope someone got a photo of it. I think I’m going to frame it up on my wall somewhere.”

“Stop,” you grumble, rolling your eyes as he recalls the memory of your siblings' loss, “I get it, you won. What a great deal for you. Now, hurry up before I call my brother to take me home. I doubt he’s going to be very happy with the arrangement we’ve got.”

You see his eyes narrowing in disdain, the thought of your brother coming to his house and taking you away from him. He shakes his head, letting out a scoff and gripping onto your hips, pulling you closer so your bodies are pressed against each other. You gasp at the sudden roughness, gripping a hold of his shoulders and glaring up at him. “You’re already here, why think about leaving, hm?” He whispers, leaning in and dipping his head into the crook of your neck. Your senses react to the feel of his hot breath against the skin of your neck, his hands digging into your sides, his broad body pushing you against the door. 

He presses his lips against your neck, humming at the sweet scent of your perfume against his nostrils. His hands rub up and down your sides, catching onto the fabric of your jacket, his hands reaching up to pull it off your body. “Get comfortable.” 

“Sunghoon,” you whisper, helping him slide the jacket off your body, slipping your shoes off and kicking them to the side. 

“Yes, baby?” 

“Don’t test me. Hurry up.” 

He lifts his head up, staring down at you, the teasing expression gone from his face as he lifts a hand up to hold onto your chin. He watches you, as if examining you, his body straightening up. “Fine,” he murmurs, pulling you away from the door and roughly turning you to the stairs. “Third room to the left. I want you stripped by the time I get there. Go.” He smacks your ass and pushes you, urging your body to the steps. 

You glance over your shoulders to shoot him a glare but he’s disappeared into the other room. You scoff, heading up the stairs and keeping your features hardened. This definitely could be going better and you pray he’s as good in bed as he is in the ring. 

When you finally reach his bedroom, its features are lit up by the warmth of lights around the space. His bed, crisp white and grey sheets, faces the window where a view of Seoul's skyline can be seen from the balcony. To the left of the space is an extendable tv, a small couch sits across from it. 

You take time to scan the bedroom, staring in awe at how neatly everything is placed, like it’s for show, not lived in. It’s insane. 

You make your way to the front of the bed, staring out at the view for a moment before starting to strip yourself of the clothing that you’ve been wearing all night. You keep your undergarments on, a matching lace set for just in case Sunghoon did win. The base colour was base pink, the thongs and the top lace of the bra a darker pink placed into an array of beautiful flowers. 

You fold the clothes, placing them down on the chair near the tv and moving forward to stare out at the view while waiting for Sunghoon who is still nowhere to be seen. 

After what feels like forever, the door finally opens and Sunghoon walks in, a towel folded over his forearm and two water bottles in his hand. When he lifts his head to see you, his movements slow down, like he’s stuck in time. He shuts the door behind him quietly, a small smirk on his face as he walks towards you. He throws the materials on the bed and stalks over to you, snickering to himself. “Wow, you’ve out done yourself,” He says, voice an octave deeper than before. 

“You needed fifteen minutes to grab a towel and water bottles?” you snarkily reply, turning towards him and allowing him to grab a hold of your waist once more. He walks you backwards till you’re pressed against the glass windows, staring down at you like you’re prey. 

“Don’t worry about it, beautiful, anything that I had in mind has gone out the window after seeing you like this,” he murmurs, dipping down to press a kiss to your neck. His large hand grabs your chin, pushing your head up to gain more access to your skin. His kisses become harsher, starting to bite and lick at your skin as he slowly descends. 

The warmth of his body against the cold window is addicting, the difference in temperature is overpowering and the way his hands roam and grope at your skin has your head tilting back, eyes closing as you feel the way he explores you. Taking in everything about you, your reactions, the softness of your skin, the way the soft scent of vanilla perfume becomes stronger the lower he goes. 

“Fuck” he curses, opening your legs, breathing over your mound and gripping a hold of your leg to throw over his shoulder, gaining better access to your dripping centre. He drags his nose over the inside of your thigh, pressing gentle kisses for it. His hand runs up and down the skin of your thigh, gentle and soft. His other hand reaches behind you to grab onto your ass, squeezing tightly and making you gasp. “You’re addicting.”

Your hand reaches down to rest in his hair, trying to guide him where you need him before he pulls it away, resting it against the class behind you. “Hoon–”

“Don’t. No touching. This isn’t about you.” He gruffs, looking up at you between your legs and you think this has to be the best view of the night, the way he’s on his knees, hair in front of his face and your leg thrown over his shoulder. You hesitate for a moment, taking in a few deep breaths before nodding your head, bracing your hands against the glass and staring down at him with anticipation. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your thigh softly, pressing soft kisses up your thigh and towards the edge of your thong. The hand grasping your behind trails around and gently hooks the bottom of the fabric, moving it to the side and gaining a clear view of your slick ridden pussy. He groans at the sight, eyebrows knitting together as he leans in, his hot breath fanning against your core. “Look at this pussy, so wet… dripping,” he states, eyes drawing upwards towards your face. He watches the way you squirm above him, your stomach twitching as you control your breathing in anticipation, “Is this for me? Wet for me?”

You nod your head, eagerly, praying that it gets him closer to giving you pleasure. Your tone comes out light and breathy, “Yeah… because of you.”

The smirk that forms on his face increases that hot fluttering and you feel your knees go weak. “Yeah, I know, baby,” he whispers, leaning in finally and licking a long strip between your folds. His eyes close at the taste and his arms tighten around your thighs, groaning against your mound and hollowing his lips around your clit. 

You immediately let out a soft whimper of relief, your head hanging down as you watch him before deciding to continue the feeling of him below you. You tilt your head back as he moves closer, kneeling right underneath you and sitting you on top of his face. “Wait,” you breathe, nervous about the position, “Your neck–”

“Don’t worry about it, beautiful,” He grunts, rolling his eyes and fixing the position. Your legs threw over his shoulder and pulled your lower half away from the wall. “I hope you’ve got good core strength.”

He goes back to devouring your cunt, eyes closed as he enjoys the taste of your sweet juice dripping for him. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at his ministrations, the way he immediately has you filled with pleasure is truly something you didn’t expect from the way he was drawing it out earlier. Your moans immediately fill the space, mixing with his as he groans against your pussy. 

“Fuck, Hoon,” you gasp, grinding down against his face, your hands planted against the wall behind you as you try not to go wild, the pleasure becoming stronger as a coil tightens in your lower stomach. 

“Yeah, beautiful,” he groans, flicking his tongue into your dripping hole as he sucks against your clit, the skillful moves making you twitch against him. “Grind against me like that, use my face. Want your juices everywhere.’

The words go straight to your pussy, grinding down harder against him as you feel your hardened nipples scratch against your bra, causing the achiness to grow. Your nails dig into the wall behind you, the pleasure overwhelming. 

You whine his name, face scrunched together as you let the moans spill from your lips freely, fist punching the wall as you gasp. “Cum– fuck, ‘m cumming–!” You moan, feeling the coil snap at an exceptionally hard suck. 

He helps you ride out your orgasm, keeping his tongue flat out for you to use and mumbling incoherent words into your slick pearl. His hands come up, holding onto your waist to stop you from moving and he continues to lap at you for a few more minutes before finally letting his lips go from around your clit. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your thighs and rubbing his hands up and down your torso as you take deep breaths, calming yourself down. “That’s it, calm down,” he whispers, placing your legs back down to the floor and slowly standing, continuing the worship of your body with his plump lips. 

You let your hands drop from the wall, wrapping around his neck to help steady yourself as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding your body close to his. “Wow,” you giggle, smiling as you stare up at him, breathing still heavy, “Didn’t expect you to be that good.”

He raises an eyebrow, humming sarcastically as if he knows that he’s that good. Cocky bastard, you think, watching as he leans in. “You have such low standards if you think that’s good,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against yours softly, continuing to speak against your lips, “I’d hate to know who slept with you prior and couldn’t make you cum.”

“I never said that,” you whisper, shaking your head and leaning in to press another kiss to his lips, pulling back teasingly with a smile, “What else can you do then? Or is it only your tongue that’s got skills?”

He chuckles against your lips, gripping you by your thighs and lifting you up, pressing you further against him. “I guess I’m just going to have to show you, then, huh?” he whispers, grinding your hips down against his, making you feel his bulge straining against his sweats. “Feel that?”

You bite down on your lower lip at the feel of his sweats, staring down at the way a wet patch is left by your slick, furrowing your brows together. “Shit, yeah,” you nod, glancing back up at him. You can’t help but tease him, resting your forehead against his and nudging your nose against his, your lips brushing against his, “Is that for me? Eating me out got you that hard?”

“Fuck, seeing you anywhere got me hard,” He groans, one of his hands slipping down to pull down his sweats and boxers, his straining length hitting against your open cunt. He hisses, furrowing his brows as he grabs at his base, rubbing himself between your folds. “Seeing you in the gym, in those fucking leggings… the way your legs shake everytime you go on the leg press and the weights too heavy, it’s always had my mind going places. The amount of times I’ve wanted to bend you over and fuck you, to claim you, has been way too strong.”

You keep your eyes locked onto him as he rubs himself against you, feeling the way he slickens himself up. He feels fucking huge, and you feel your stomach twist with nerves at the fire burning inside you by his words. “Dirty, dirty boy,” you whisper. 

Before you can say anything else, he thrusts himself up into you, clenching his jaw together at how tight you are. Your mouth drops open at the sudden intrusion, eyes widening and tilting your head back against the wall. 

“Fuck… fuck, your tight,” he grits through teeth, leaning in and hiding his face in your neck. “So tight… so fucking warm too, shit. How aren’t you getting fucked everyday of your life?”

“Fuck, I get it,” you reply, keeping the snarkiness to a T as you tilt your head to face him, pulling his face up, “Maybe you should actually fuck me instead of talking shit–”

Sunghoon cuts you off with a harsh thrust into you, setting a steady pace. His hands grip your waist, bouncing you down onto his cock to meet his hips. “You talk,” he whispers into your ear, biting at your earlobe, “So much shit. I wonder how much you say when I’m not around, huh? I bet you run your mouth like a dirty whore.”

The way his cock slides in and out of you has you becoming light headed, the way his tip presses against your deepest parts has you squeezing your eyes shut and squeezing your walls around him, making you whimper. His hands move down to squeeze at your ass, giving him better leverage to fuck into you. “Yeahhh…” he groans, “That’s it, let yourself get fucked, baby. Let yourself feel it. Feel how deep I am?”

You nod your head, eyes rolling back at the feel of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls. His groans in your ear and the way he holds onto you makes your body allow itself to go limp, knowing that he’s holding your body up, his arm muscles straining against your body. 

“Fuck, like that,” You moan, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and biting down, the sounds of your lewd actions bouncing around the room. The strong movements of his cock pushing your gathered slick out of you, creating wet sounds, the plap plap plap sound filling your ears. Your whines become higher in pitch, fingers digging into his shoulders and potentially breaking skin. 

You feel on cloud 9, your eyes constantly fluttering shut as he continues to pound into you, abusing your cunt, when suddenly, the pleasure stops and he pulls out.

“What, dude?!” You snap, lifting your head up to look at him but he’s already changing your position. He carries you out of the room and onto the balcony, the cool air hitting your body and causing you to hiss. “Sunghoon?”

“Shh,” he shushes, dismissing your words of confusion and rearranging the furniture, pushing the love seat towards the balcony railing with his leg. He pulls you off of him, turning you around and placing your knees against the plush materials, arms braced against the railing. “Open yourself up for me… yeah, like that, arch that back.” He mutters, hand patting at your ass to usher you to move faster. 

His hands brace your hips, aligning himself back up with your entrance and pushing back into the tilt. He bends down, his clothed chest pressed against your back. One of his hands reached to brace against the railing next to yours, his head leaning into your ear. 

“Surprised you’re listening,” he whispers, biting at your neck, licking and kissing the skin, “Just want to be fucked, huh? You going to be nice and loud f’me?”

When you don’t answer, his hand holding your hip moves to the flesh of your ass, a harsh slap meeting your skin. “Answer me.” He grunts, slapping the skin once more. “Are you going to be loud? Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good?”

You whine, head tilting down and pushing back against him, “Yes,” you reply, tilting your head up to look at him over your shoulder, “I’ll be loud.”

That wicked grin greets his lips and he thrusts shallowing into you a few times, watching the way you face immediately retorts, your reaction causing him to chuckle. He straightens up, the warmth hitting your back again and he forces your head forward. “Look at the view, baby, look at how beautiful it is while I fuck you full.”

His hand slides down your back, reaching the clasp of your bra and unclipping it. He helps you take it out, marvelling in your naked arch and the way you gasp as the cold hits your nipples. He gives your ass another spank before starting to thrust, shallowly. 

A small ‘hm’s fall from your lips as he hits deep inside, the pleasure coming in small, short bursts, keeping you on edge. His pace slowly starts to pick up again, wanting to feel the way you clenched around him in wanton, creating a speed as fast as before.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, grabbing onto your hips and starting to thrust into you harder, biting his lip as his thighs meet the back of yours. “Take this dick, like a good girl.”

The way he fucks into you makes your body go limp, the only way to keep yourself up being his balcony railing. Which Sunghoon highly disapproves of.

“Watch the fucking view,” He grunts, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head up. “Do as I say and I’ll let you cum again. I was being generous before, don’t take it for granted.”

His thrusts become more vigorous and he finds himself losing his mind in the deep, wet warmth of your walls. He uses his hold on your hair to help fuck you back into his length, slapping at your ass to encourage you to move you back against him. “That’s it. Listen to Sunghoon, baby.”

The way he spoke in third person pushed you deeper into that submissive state, the snarky comments leaving your mind, only fueled with Sunghoon. SunghoonSunghoonSunghoon. The way his thick tip brushes against your walls, feeling like he’s deeper than before is a whole new feeling of ecstasy. When he feels you becoming slack when bouncing back onto his cock, he spanks your ass, each slap becoming harder throughout time, urging you to continue. 

“Don’t get fucking lazy on me now,” he grunts, draping himself against your back, licking at your ear, laughing at the way you squirm, “Remember, this isn’t about you, is it? It’s about me. I fucking won that fight and you know it–” he punctuates his words with a deep, shallow thrust, “You know it. Bet you were praying that Jay would lose, huh? Just so I can fuck you. That’s why you’re wearing that pretty pink set, hm?”

His grip on your hair leaves, letting your head drop and you manage to find some bite into you despite the stimulated circumstances. “Do you have to mention my fucking brother when your dick is inside of me?

He cackles, right into your ear, making you wince and glare at him over your shoulder, watching the way he presses his forehead against your shoulder. “Damn,” he laughs, sitting up and pulling out, giving you another spank as he feels you gasp. “You’re funny, baby, come on. Wanna see you funny you can be when I’m fucking my cum inside of you.”

You expected him to pick you up this time, but didn’t expect to be thrown over his shoulder, spanking your ass as he walked you back inside. “Fucking love this ass,” he mutters, pressing a slopping kiss to your hip before throwing you down on the bed, “Watching it jiggle as you fucked back into me, jesus, I really wish you could have seen it. It was fucking beautiful. I’ll have to have you ride me next time.” “Next time?” You ask, lifting your body up by propping yourself on your forearms, voluntarily spreading your legs for him to accommodate him in between, wanting that full feeling back. His length was incredibly thick, slightly curved upwards, a pretty flushed colour with the tip of his cock being redder than anything else and god was it veiny. “Thought this was a one time thing?”

He rolls his eyes, grabbing at your ankles and pulling you towards him, resting your legs against his torso as he teases his tip at your entrance, biting his lip and smiling at the way your slick sticks to his length. “Changed my mind,” he breathes, slipping himself inside once more with a groan, “You feel too fucking good to let go. So tight and fuck… feels like heaven.”

He immediately sets a strong pace, bringing your legs together and bringing them to one shoulder, astonished with the way that you get somehow tighter, causing his hips to stutter and his facade to vanish momentarily before he’s leaning down. He bends you like a pretzel, keeping your legs against his shoulder, fists pressed into the mattress beside your head. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” he grunts, thrusting into your hard before pausing for a moment, leaning down and smothering his lips against yours, “If you think I’m letting you go after this, then you’re wrong. God, Jay’s going to be so pissed when he sees you cheering my name and inviting me for thanksgiving dinner, huh?”

“Don’t– fuck, don’t be weird,” you stutter out, his pace quickening once more, your hands reach up to grab ahold of his broad shoulders, knitting your brows at the way his shirt is still on. You know he looks like a greek god under there and there’s no point getting his dick if you can’t see his abs. Your hand trails down from his shoulder to his torso, gripping at the fabric and pulling it up. “Take it off. Off.”

He grunts, lifting back up and taking your legs off of his shoulder, spreading them apart and slapping your inner thigh before reaching his hand up behind him and slipping his shirt over his head. The sight before you has your eyes widening and jaw going slack. 

He’s ripped, absolutely ripped. His arms are even bigger, waist slim and abs defined. His lower abdomen has a few veins that trail down to his v-live and fuck. You have to ride him next time. 

Once the clothing is discarded, he wastes no more time as he grabs your thighs, fucking into you once more at that rapid pace, making you grip the bedsheets below you. God, his languid strokes and the way his hand grips hard onto your legs has your mind wandering. He’s so strong, so fit and the way he throws you around is foreplay itself. 

His cock continues to bully its way inside of you, fucking your womb and the thought itself makes you feral. Like he can read your thoughts, his hands grab your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders and bending down, placing you in a delicious mating press. 

“Oh, fuck-!” You groan, the change of position driving you up the wall and gripping onto his biceps tightly and digging your nails into his skin. Your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head and you’re struggling to stay coherent. “Hoon– Hoonie… Oh, my god, Hoonie!”

“Yeah, baby,” he groans in your ear, leaning down to press his face against your neck, sucking at your skin, “Call my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good. Who is it baby? Tell me.”

“It’s–” you choke out, taking in a deep breath, “It’s you– you, Hoonie! You!”

“That’s right. Good girl. Taking Hoonie’s cock so well, huh?” He coos, nipping at your skin and leaving blemishes across the skin of your neck and collarbone. “All this? Mine. It’s mine now. I deserve this. I won this.”

His words go over your head, reeling in the pleasure when it’s suddenly heightened by the way he sneaks his hand down, pinching at your click before rubbing it roughly, placing an amount of pressure that has you immediately orgasming around his cock. “Oh, fuck!” You moan, back arching at the feel of his tip punching against your womb, the feel of his fingers against your clit has your mind going overboard. “Oh, god! Oh, Sunghoon!”

The feel of your walls spasming around him, causing his orgasm to quickly follow, a few hard, shallow thrusts have him spilling inside, his eyes rolling back as he groans against your neck. 

He prolongs the moment with short thrusts, wanting to keep the feeling of your walls clenched around him forever. He wants it tattooed, a photograph, anything, it just feels so good. Nirvana. Heaven. 

He keeps himself plugged inside you as you both calm down, letting your legs down and running his hands up and down your thighs. “Going to stay the night?” He murmurs, pressing kisses from your neck up to your face, pressing against your cheeks before against his lips. 

“Yeah…” you breathe, nodding your head and leaning into the kiss, “I’ll stay.” 

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Let Go

group : ateez

pairing : ex boyfriend!idoll!yunho × reader

genre : angst

wc : 4.3 k

tw : break up, angst, accident , dark theme (do not read if you're susceptible to dark thoughts)

a/n : i got this idea from reading @nonclassyparty's series, the 'subtle variations of heartbreak' particularly the yunho one and I'm not in a mentally good place so ofc i thought about this lmao

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Yunho was never one to loom in the past. His motto had always been 'just keep swimming' so he made sure that whatever happened in his life, he would go with it and just face it like a man. That was why people thought Yunho was so perfect, he had no regrets. But they would be wrong. Out of all the things in the world, there was one thing he regretted the most and being back at the place where it all began stirred something in Yunho. Maybe it was a mix of nostalgia and guilt, but whatever it is, the pain was a bit addicting as it allowed him to indulge in the memory of you.

It was around the time he graduated from high school. Everyone was excited to go forward, most of his friends had passed the college entrance exam while some had decided to continue their family business. That was what people expected from his town which was why when Yunho announced that he was going to focus on being an idol and move to the heart of the country, people were thrilled.

One of those people was you.

You had been Yunho's rock ever since you both started dating in the 9th grade, sticking together through thick and thin, you with your studies and Yunho with his training. It was hard but you both made it work and you both became the school's power couple, the couple who will end up together no matter what. In fact, you had been the one encouraging Yunho to pursue training no matter the distance while you helped as best as you could. So you both really had gone through everything including fights because you both were tired, had doubts over the future, and bad exam results from your hakwon and his monthly evaluation. You both wet through all that and still stuck together.

So it made sense that even after you got accepted to a prestigious university in KAIST, you still made plans to be in Yunho's life. Little did you know, he wasn't planning the same.

It was one afternoon and you were scrolling through your course catalogue with your mom while discussing how to move your things to the dorm in two weeks time when there was a knock on the front door, surprising you and your mom. But it wasn't a surprise to see Yunho on the other side with a small smile on his face. You noticed that he had been rather gloomy this past couple of weeks and you thought that it was because he was sad that he was going to be separated from you. Well, in a sense he was.

"Hi Mrs. (y/l/n), can I borrow (y/n) for a while?" Yunho politely asked for permission which had become some sort of redundant request since your mom would actually be the one to encourage you two to spend more time together. Even though you lived on the same street, your mom knew that as youngsters in love, no amount of time is enough time, especially with what's just up ahead. So it didn't really surprise you when your mom practically pushed you out the door and told you to not worry about coming home late, she had even given you and Yunho some money to spend.

So you both found yourselves walking side-by-side with ice cream in your hands. You both got an ice cream cone of your favourite flavours. But not even the sweetness of the treat managed to melt the sourness off of Yunho's face. You had even tried to hold Yunho's hand as you both walked slowly from the convenience store but he was too deep in his thought to even notice. Heck, he was too deep in his thought to utter a single word.

Just as you were about to ask him what was wrong, Yunho abruptly halted his steps and turned to look at you.

"We need to break up," he stated.

For a moment you thought you heard wrong so you tried chuckling it off, "Um, what?" you asked awkwardly, feeling your heartbeat rising. Yunho sighed and stood firm, "We need to break up," he repeated, the same intonation and cadence making him seem so robotic and detached. But even then you recognize the seriousness which caused your eyebrows to furrow, "Wait, what the hell? Why? Where is this coming from?" Without wavering, Yunho looked directly into your eyes determinedly, "We are about to journey our own paths. Let's not hold each other back," and you couldn't help but get more confused, "Hold each other back? What- Where- How-," it was obvious that the logic alludes you because you had planned the perfect strategy to still maintain your relationship with Yunho while he was preparing for his debut and you for your education.

Then an idea hit you.

"Did the company ask you to break up with me?" Now it was Yunho who furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Did you tell them before we could make a plan on how to tell them?" you added.

You both were well aware that once Yunho's debut date got nearer you two would have to press pause on the relationship in a way. You both knew that it was unrealistic for an idol to be dating not because he was trying to put his fans first but more because you didn't want his dedication to stray. You knew how a relationship can cause someone to lose sight of their goal and Yunho would be sharing his goal with apparently seven other people, one whom you've grown to like as he was just like the gentle giant of a boyfriend you had. So you both were planning on telling the company together, trusting them to protect Yunho and should it come down to it, you as well.

"No, they don't even know I'm dating anyone. But you made a good point, I don't feel comfortable going through a commitment with my agency with this big of a secret weighing me down."

The words Yunho used hurt you because first, he insinuated that he WANTED the breakup not because you two should and then he was basically saying that you were in the way.

So you scoffed and crossed your arms on your chest, standing up to him, "So I'm a burden now?" Even during your previous fights with Yunho, he'd know when he'd struck a nerve and he would either take it back or explain what he actually meant. But the sigh he let out before answering you gave you the chills and not the good ones. "If you're going to act this way then yes, I think you're a burden now." You didn't know how Yunho was able to say such things to you so easily because you know for a fact that had it been you in his position, no matter the situation, you wouldn't have been able to say something with such gravity towards someone you know you live with what you can only discern as nonchalance.

If Yunho felt bad at the way you reacted to his harsh words, shoulders slumped and eyes glassy, he was doing a particularly great job at hiding it. Even as you sniffled and wiped some stray tears away, the look on Yunho's face didn't change. It wasn't like you were expecting for him to change his mind or take back his words just because you were looking so pathetic, but you didn't expect him to seem so detached either.

"Look, this was bound to happen anyways, (y/n), you know it. We had agreed that we would pause our relationship when-" "PAUSE, Yunho, not BREAK UP!" you cut him off, this time unable to hold your emotion at bay. "Well, why wait? Why do we have to wait to take a pause when I FINALLY debuted? Even then, why should we hang onto each other, hovering in uncertainties for God knows how long? I don't want to live like that, (y/n), not when I'm leaving tonight!"

As if things weren't already so abrupt and surprising for you, you were thrown with the newest revelation. The plan was for you two to leave home on the same day, preventing the other to remain in loneliness in the place you both shared so many memories with. But truly, this was a betrayal on top of more betrayal.

Considering the situation Yunho had put you in, it was hard to not believe that Yunho didn't care at all about you. In the past 10 minutes, he had hurt you more than anyone else ever did in your life and you just want to get away.

So you did.

You took a step back and sighed in defeat, looking at him for what you thought would be the last time ever, "Well then, I wish you the luck you deserve, Yunho. Truly, I hope your decision stays with you longer than you allowed me to." With that, you turned around and walked back home alone, crying the whole way, leaving Yunho in his spot to let the reality of what happened sink in. He never expected you to react well, he was breaking up with you or goodness sake, but he never expected the situation to taste so bitter in his mouth. All he could do was hope that it was truly for the best. Regret be damned.

"So how are the boys, Yunho?" his mom asked, smiling at her eldest as he slurped down his noodles. Yunho took a moment to chew his food properly before answering, "They're great. We've been so busy with work, we don't even have time to argue properly," he joked, making his parents laugh, "How's Gunho? How's the house?" The question made his mom roll her eyes, "You wouldn't have to ask if you come home! We've moved to the new neighbourhood for two years already and you barely spent two weeks in total!" because home is not home when (y/n) is not around, "Sorry mom, my schedule is very unpredictable so I can't really do anything about it." Thankfully, his dad chimed in, nodding along, "He's right honey, you know Yoo Seunghwan's son, the one working at that corporation thing, he's worked so hard that he couldn't even stay back during that school reunion! You remember that, right Yunho?" of course Yunho remembered. It was the first high school reunion and Yunho had to reject the invitation, saying that he was expected to go abroad around that time when in fact, he didn't want to face you. Not since the last time he saw you. And it wasn't even that time he broke up with you in front of the convenience store.

In all honesty, Yunho had been thinking about you nonstop these past couple of months. It had been years since Yunho saw, talked, or even heard about you. He became irrational, actively avoiding people just so he wouldn't know how much you thrived without him while he remembered the night of his debut when he cried himself to sleep and had to be consoled by San, Mingi, and Wooyoung who thought he was emotional over the achievement when in fact he was crying because he had worked so hard for the debut and that he wouldn't have been ab;e to go that far had it not been for your support but now that the moment arrived, he couldn't share it with you. It was then that he realized how badly he fucked up by breaking things off with you so coldly. You meant so much to him but he let stress get the best of him so much so that he took it out on you. He could still remember the way you looked at him and no, it wasn't that time he broke up with you in front of the convenience store.

"Do you guys know what happened to (y/n)?"

Yunho froze when he realized he had accidentally blurted out the question. He had wondered internally, of course but he didn't mean to ask it out loud. He was about to take it back when he saw the way his parents looked at each other weirdly.

"What?" He asked, curious, "Do you guys know something?" he pressed, now curious. While his dad avoided his gaze, his mom was looking at him with pity in her eyes.

"Oh my God, she got married didn't she?" Yunho choked, feeling his heart clench so painfully, thinking that he had lost you to another man. Not that it should have meant anything to Yunho considering he was the one who tossed you aside so easily.

His mom frantically tried to calm him down, disliking the distressed look on her son's face. "No, no, no, no, no, honey, no! It's nothing like that, believe me! It's just..." she trailed off, slapping his dad on the arm to make him look at her. One stern look and he sighed, relenting and nodding, "I guess he should know. It's about time," he said. Yunho stared at his parents with furrowed eyebrows, "Know about what?" he asked, but his mom only smiled sadly, "We'll take you there after this." The way they were acting and speaking made Yunho worry and he started internally blaming himself for not trying to get an update about you sooner. It would have probably been a better idea for him to still keep in touch but again, the pain of remembering that it was his fault that the whole thing even happened in the first place was more than he could bear. He was being so pathetic.

The rest of the lunch was concluded rather quickly after that and soon enough Yunho found himself in the backseat of his parents' car.

Another wave of nostalgia washed over him as he watched over the road, remembering the last time he had passed the same street which was the same day he broke up with you. The very last time he had seen you with his own two eyes, shrouded in the darkness of the night but still very much visible to his eyes.

Yunho decided not to dilly-dally, shoved everything he needed to bring into the trunk of his parent's car, and slammed the door shut. At the same time, he turned around to get back inside the house to call for his parents, he saw you slamming the door of your house and speed-walking to the other side of the road as if trying to get away in a rush. Had it been any other time, Yunho would've rushed to your side and done whatever he had to do to make you smile again. But his convictions solidified his decision and hardened his heart so instead of rushing to you, he simply turned and went on with his plan.

Yunho thought that it would be hard to decide to pretend to not care about you. Well, he was correct on that because his mind was plagued by the distraught look on your face. sure he only saw it for less than 5 seconds, but the impact was greater than he could imagine. It didn't help that the car drove in the exact same path you took and Yunho kept wondering what you might be thinking about. Pathetic.

The constant questions of you in his head halted the moment he saw a familiar figure in a familiar spot. His eyes had been so used to your figure that it just immediately recognized you sitting in the spot you both had claimed. Yunho immediately got reminded of the time you both ducked there to shield yourselves from the scorching summer sun, the time the two of you were joking around too much that you accidentally pushed each other into the deep lake, causing you both to be fished out and scolded by the authorities, and although it was a bad idea, the time you two found shelter during a harsh rain with thunders that terrified you but you told him that you felt safer because he was with you. The memories didn't help Yunho. In fact, it made him feel nauseated, almost vomiting in the car from the mixed feelings. He didn't want to admit it then but the guilt was gnawing at his insides so ruthlessly, he thought it was simply him finally experiencing a break-up and that the feeling was normal.

Almost comically, as the car's headlights illuminated your figure, you turned around and your eyes stared straight into Yunho's. Not that you knew because you were practically blinded. On the other hand, Yunho could see the redness on your face and the tears streaming down your cheeks so clearly that the pain that was already plaguing his heart increased tenfold.

"Yunho, dear, isn't that (y/n)?" His mom asked.

Time moved slowly for him and in that duration, he was able to carve the brokenhearted look on your face in his mind. But even then, Yunho only averted his gaze and softly muttered a reply to his mom, "Yeah, that's her." Sensing that he didn't want to talk about it, his parents kept quiet and drove on, allowing Yunho to his own thoughts.

"What are we doing here?" Yunho asked as he got out of the car, nervously looking around the park where he last saw you. The parking space they took was not far from your spot. Heck, he could see the tree from where he was standing.

"You remember the last time you saw (y/n)?" His mom linked her arm around Yunho's and she slowly started to lead him forward, obviously going towards the spot while his dad walked alongside him on his other side.

The night I ignored her crying at our spot. "Yeah, I broke up with her in front of the convenience store," he lied. His mom shook her head, "No, sweetie. We were driving you to move into your dorm when we passed by her, right in this park, over there by the tree," she pointed, not realizing that Yunho knew damn well what she was talking about. "Oh..." Yunho couldn't help but duck his head in shame, the closer the spot got, the harder it was for him to keep his emotions in check and it was almost impossible when his dad placed a hand on his shoulder. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I only suggested it because I think you deserve to know," his dad said.

Anxiety bubbled in Yunho's chest, he didn't like the way his parents were talking as if something had happened to you.

"You guys are freaking me out, what-"

His voice died in his throat the moment they arrived at the spot. What was usually a clear spot with grass under the big tree now had a small spot seemingly dedicated to something, trinkets littered the spot; small ones like beaded bracelets and bigger ones like some very familiar plushies, But on top of them all, the picture of you stood out the most to Yunho.

"What's this?" Yunho asked, voice wavering slightly as his eyes continuously scanned the area. Deep down he already knew what happened, but he didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it.

His mom was already tearing up the moment they got there, reliving her memories when she had heard about you. Seeing this, his father stepped up.

"I'm sorry to say this, son. (y/n)... She's gone. She died," he stated with a voice so emotional and so soft, that Yunho almost thought that he was hallucinating.

"Wh- when- How? How long ago was this?" he asked, glassy eyes finally lifted from the trinkets to look at his dad, seeking answers and hope. Though reluctant, his dad decided that he couldn't let another minute go by without letting Yunho know as he had been kept away from the information long enough.

"That day we drove you to your dorm. (y/n) had an accident."

There it was, the loud crack of his world-shattering.

You had been crying yourself since you came back from the convenience store. Heart broken, hopes shattered, it didn't help that your mom had attempted to console you. Her kind words and caring treatment only made you feel worse which was why you felt the need to escape reality, you wanted to wallow to yourself for just a while before you were told that everything was going to be okay because it wasn't. It was absolutely not okay for you and you needed to not be okay first before you could be okay again.

Despite fearing running into Yunho, you pushed past the fear and ran straight out, going to the first place you could think of where you could be safe with your feelings. You had cried so much that you couldn't even cry properly anymore, only silent tears as pain engulfed you whole. It was hard to breathe and it felt like it was hard to go on living. It wasn't just the fact that you were broken up with, it was the fact that it was Yunho who had broken up with you in such a ruthless way. As much as you hated to admit it, you couldn't help but feel like it was as if he had used you. For what, you didn't know, you no longer knew what to think because first, you thought that you and Yunho were solid but apparently that was utter bullshit, then you thought that you and Yunho had a plan but apparently, he had one of his own that he preferred, and lastly, you thought that you and Yunho could go through anything but apparently, the fact that each of you had different paths planned was enough to break everything.

As if life wasn't making such a joke out of you enough, you saw Yunho's car coming your way. The headlights blinded you and you weren't sure what was going on inside. But for some odd reason, the blinding lights were enough to numb you completely from all the senses there is. For a moment, you couldn't see anything and all you could hear was the ringing in your ear but it felt comforting.

Without you realizing it, you had moved too close to the edge of the grass and slipped into the lake. The cold rendered you inanimate and the water engulfed you completely. At first splash, reality hit that you had fallen into the lake but soon the cold water provided some pressure that felt like a hug to you. The darkness and the way the water blocked sounds other than the comforting sloshes of water pulled you into a realm of otherworldly tranquillity and in that moment you made a decision that would alter your life forever.

You decided to let go.

This time, at the same spot you mourned over your heart, Yunho found himself mourning over his love. His love that was lost. His love that HE let loose.

"They found her body in the morning, her parents thought she had gone to one of her friend's houses considering the state she was in when she left, they didn't think to worry until the police found her right here," his dad explained, he too was crying at the memory of finding out what had happened to you.

Yunho's knees buckled and he staggered to find support on the tree that held a lot of the memories you both shared. "W-why didn't I know this? She was g-gone for so long, how- how did I not know?" Yunho was stuttering, his mind working doubles trying to make sense of things. His mom crouched down next to him and grabbed his hand, "You were starting your journey, sweetie, we didn't want you to stray because of this. Also," his mom paused to look up at his dad who could only nod at her slowly, "(y/n)'s parents asked us to not tell you that early. They told us that (y/n) had did her best supporting you throughout everything, wanting nothing more than you to succeed in your own path so they don't want to jeopardize her dedication. They want to make sure her efforts paid off."

It wasn't as if Yunho had hoped to hear something that would make him feel better because he knew nothing in the world would. He had been so horrible to you that last day and he had been so horrible after that by actively not trying to get to know how you were. His pride should not have mattered to him so much so he settled with just not knowing how you were. That was not something he was supposed to do. More and more, he regretted the way he treated you that final day and how he had been so unfair to you. No amount of tears and no matter how loud he cried would make up for what he had done and he believed that your demise was his fault. Had he stopped the car that night to acknowledge you even for just a moment, maybe the situation would have been different. Maybe he wouldn't have lost you.

Lost you.

That was ironic since he was the one who pushed you away. He broke you in your final moments.

And now, Yunho was left unable to properly apologize to you for what he had done. Unable to tell you how much he hated himself for what he did. Unable to tell you how you deserved way better than him. Unable to tell you how he wanted to work, no matter how hard you would make it, just so you would accept his apology.

But now all he could accept was the bitter reality that there was nothing he could do to make things right.

All he could accept was that he had let go first.

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✦   ˚     Tags   🗯️ .  ჰ boxer!sunghoon opponent's sister!reader use of baby, beautiful (f rec.) hoon, hoonie (m rec.) degradation praise rough sex victory sex spanking oral (f rec.) teasing hair pulling doggy position descent position catapult position mating press missionary wall sex exhibition public sex (kinda) secret relationship mentions of Jay unprotected p in v unsafe sex creampie Sunghoon throws reader around a bit hinting towards possesive Sunghoon bc... he's so sexy (つ﹏<)･ﾟ｡5.3k words not proof read

Every year, it’s the same fight between the same two people. Your brother, Jay Park, and Sunghoon park. For the past three years in a row, they’ve made it to the finals. It’s currently 2 to 1, Jay taking the advantage.

Not this year, though. This year, Sunghoon has something to look forward to, the sweet taste of your pussy. The pair train in the same gym, and sometimes, you would follow along, Jay forcing you to work on your endurance and strength with him, even if you absolutely hated it. 

Weeks prior to the final fight, in the early hours of the morning, you made your way to the locker rooms to grab your brother a spare water bottle. When suddenly, your back was pushed against the cold metal of the locker, a broad figure pushing against you. 

“Hey!” You shout, hands bracing against the man's shoulders before realising who it was. Your expression became guarded, lips pursing together as your brother's greatest opponent stood before you. “Sunghoon–”

He shushes you, quietly, shaking his head as his hands rub up and down your waist. “I’m not going to do anything,” He murmurs, lifting his hands to grab your wrists, bringing your hands back down to your sides, slowly. “I’m here to make a deal with you.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, hands flexing against the hold he has on your wrists, pulling his hands away in annoyance and disgust. “I’m not making any deal with you. If you think I’m going to let you rig the fight, then you’re the biggest dickward I’ve ever spoken to,” You shoot back, glaring at him in pure annoyance. 

“I’m not going to ask you to rig the fight,silly,” He muses, one of his large hands coming up to pinch your cheeks together, mocking a pout as he shakes your head from side to side, “I’m just here to ask about when I win.”

“You’re not going to win,” You bite, grabbing at his wrist and pulling him away. 

“Stop talking, gosh, you're a nuisance,” He groans, rolling his eyes, squeezing your cheeks before pulling his hand away. “Look, if I win, which I will… I get to have you. For one night. That’s all. No one needs to know, Jay’s not going to know, the media isn’t going to know, just me and you.”

Your annoyed glare turns into one of confusion and surprise. One night with you. You and Sunghoon are alone together, for a singular night. You feel your cheeks heat up at the thought and you glance away, keeping that guarded and annoyed expression on your features. 

“It’s not a date,” he quickly says, knowing that you’ll definitely say no. His hands come to your waist, cupping your sides perfectly like a puzzle piece and taking a step closer. His head dips down, trailing his lips against the side of your neck and the bare skin of your shoulder. “Just me and you,” he whispers, one of his hands coming up to fiddle with the strap of your sports bra, “And the sweet taste of that pussy. Yeah? How does that sound?”

The proximity and his gravelly voice drives you insane, feeling a heat in your stomach fluttering lower to the fabric of your underwear. Your hands brace against the locker behind you, your breath stuttering quietly as you turn your head to face him. You can’t lie, the idea sounds extremely tempting. And if he won, then it would be a tie between the pair… 

Biting your lower lip, you roll your eyes and look away, “Fine,” you grumble, hands grabbing a hold of his wrists and pulling them away from your body, noticing the way he easily allows you to move, “Only if you win the fight. Other than that, nothing. Don’t ask me again and don’t hit me up after the night.” 

The smirk that forms on his face is one to make your knees weak and you become unsure whether it’s going to be the best or worst decision that you’ve made in your life. 

The night of the fight, you were on the edge of your seat the whole time, watching the way that Jay and Sunghoon present themselves so proudly in the ring. Their skills and their looks caused uproars in the crowd, dividing the large group of people. You could hear the way the different groups of fans chant your brother and his opponents name. At this point of time, you can’t even be bothered to think about Sunghoon, you just want your brother to win. 

An hour later, you're watching the deciding round of the night. Both Jay and Sunghoon have won a round each, now you’re watching the two bloodied men stand face to face for the last time of the night. 3 minutes for Jay to win, 3 minutes for him to hit the final blow but Sunghoon just won't give up. Desperate Asshole. 

After three excruciating minutes of watching the pair fight, the winner was decided. And it was not your brother. 

You sit angrily in your seat, glaring at the man filled with pride as he holds up his winning belt, motioning for the crowd to create more sounds of luxury as he basks in the glory. At some point, while you’re standing with Jay, handing him a towel and a tissue for his nose while his team assesses him out, you glance back at the ring, eye contact being made as he leans cockily against the rope, peering down at you with a determined expression. He points to himself and mouths these six words to you, ‘meet me at my locker room.’ 

His prize awaits.

An hour and a half later, you’re stepping out of Sunghoons car, his hand immediately finding its way to your lower back as he guides you up the steps towards his house, his broad figure crowding your back as he unlocks the door to his penthouse. 

“Make yourself at home, beautiful,” he murmurs in your ear, biting your earlobe as he ushers you inside, closing and locking the door behind him. You stand there dumbfounded as he strips himself of his jacket and shoes, acting like this isn’t an arrangement. When he notices you haven’t moved, he glances over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “You’re just going to stand there and do nothing?”

You cross your arms over your chest, leaning on one him and knitting your brows together, your tone full of accusation and confusion. “You said that when you win, you are going to take me. Yet, here you are, acting like we came home from a date. What’s your deal?”

He scoffs, turning to face you, stepping closer and invading your personal space once more. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” he teases, cupping your face and towering over you, “I didn’t realise I couldn’t relax after, you know, winning. You should’ve seen the look on your brother’s face when he realised I won, I really hope someone got a photo of it. I think I’m going to frame it up on my wall somewhere.”

“Stop,” you grumble, rolling your eyes as he recalls the memory of your siblings' loss, “I get it, you won. What a great deal for you. Now, hurry up before I call my brother to take me home. I doubt he’s going to be very happy with the arrangement we’ve got.”

You see his eyes narrowing in disdain, the thought of your brother coming to his house and taking you away from him. He shakes his head, letting out a scoff and gripping onto your hips, pulling you closer so your bodies are pressed against each other. You gasp at the sudden roughness, gripping a hold of his shoulders and glaring up at him. “You’re already here, why think about leaving, hm?” He whispers, leaning in and dipping his head into the crook of your neck. Your senses react to the feel of his hot breath against the skin of your neck, his hands digging into your sides, his broad body pushing you against the door. 

He presses his lips against your neck, humming at the sweet scent of your perfume against his nostrils. His hands rub up and down your sides, catching onto the fabric of your jacket, his hands reaching up to pull it off your body. “Get comfortable.” 

“Sunghoon,” you whisper, helping him slide the jacket off your body, slipping your shoes off and kicking them to the side. 

“Yes, baby?” 

“Don’t test me. Hurry up.” 

He lifts his head up, staring down at you, the teasing expression gone from his face as he lifts a hand up to hold onto your chin. He watches you, as if examining you, his body straightening up. “Fine,” he murmurs, pulling you away from the door and roughly turning you to the stairs. “Third room to the left. I want you stripped by the time I get there. Go.” He smacks your ass and pushes you, urging your body to the steps. 

You glance over your shoulders to shoot him a glare but he’s disappeared into the other room. You scoff, heading up the stairs and keeping your features hardened. This definitely could be going better and you pray he’s as good in bed as he is in the ring. 

When you finally reach his bedroom, its features are lit up by the warmth of lights around the space. His bed, crisp white and grey sheets, faces the window where a view of Seoul's skyline can be seen from the balcony. To the left of the space is an extendable tv, a small couch sits across from it. 

You take time to scan the bedroom, staring in awe at how neatly everything is placed, like it’s for show, not lived in. It’s insane. 

You make your way to the front of the bed, staring out at the view for a moment before starting to strip yourself of the clothing that you’ve been wearing all night. You keep your undergarments on, a matching lace set for just in case Sunghoon did win. The base colour was base pink, the thongs and the top lace of the bra a darker pink placed into an array of beautiful flowers. 

You fold the clothes, placing them down on the chair near the tv and moving forward to stare out at the view while waiting for Sunghoon who is still nowhere to be seen. 

After what feels like forever, the door finally opens and Sunghoon walks in, a towel folded over his forearm and two water bottles in his hand. When he lifts his head to see you, his movements slow down, like he’s stuck in time. He shuts the door behind him quietly, a small smirk on his face as he walks towards you. He throws the materials on the bed and stalks over to you, snickering to himself. “Wow, you’ve out done yourself,” He says, voice an octave deeper than before. 

“You needed fifteen minutes to grab a towel and water bottles?” you snarkily reply, turning towards him and allowing him to grab a hold of your waist once more. He walks you backwards till you’re pressed against the glass windows, staring down at you like you’re prey. 

“Don’t worry about it, beautiful, anything that I had in mind has gone out the window after seeing you like this,” he murmurs, dipping down to press a kiss to your neck. His large hand grabs your chin, pushing your head up to gain more access to your skin. His kisses become harsher, starting to bite and lick at your skin as he slowly descends. 

The warmth of his body against the cold window is addicting, the difference in temperature is overpowering and the way his hands roam and grope at your skin has your head tilting back, eyes closing as you feel the way he explores you. Taking in everything about you, your reactions, the softness of your skin, the way the soft scent of vanilla perfume becomes stronger the lower he goes. 

“Fuck” he curses, opening your legs, breathing over your mound and gripping a hold of your leg to throw over his shoulder, gaining better access to your dripping centre. He drags his nose over the inside of your thigh, pressing gentle kisses for it. His hand runs up and down the skin of your thigh, gentle and soft. His other hand reaches behind you to grab onto your ass, squeezing tightly and making you gasp. “You’re addicting.”

Your hand reaches down to rest in his hair, trying to guide him where you need him before he pulls it away, resting it against the class behind you. “Hoon–”

“Don’t. No touching. This isn’t about you.” He gruffs, looking up at you between your legs and you think this has to be the best view of the night, the way he’s on his knees, hair in front of his face and your leg thrown over his shoulder. You hesitate for a moment, taking in a few deep breaths before nodding your head, bracing your hands against the glass and staring down at him with anticipation. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your thigh softly, pressing soft kisses up your thigh and towards the edge of your thong. The hand grasping your behind trails around and gently hooks the bottom of the fabric, moving it to the side and gaining a clear view of your slick ridden pussy. He groans at the sight, eyebrows knitting together as he leans in, his hot breath fanning against your core. “Look at this pussy, so wet… dripping,” he states, eyes drawing upwards towards your face. He watches the way you squirm above him, your stomach twitching as you control your breathing in anticipation, “Is this for me? Wet for me?”

You nod your head, eagerly, praying that it gets him closer to giving you pleasure. Your tone comes out light and breathy, “Yeah… because of you.”

The smirk that forms on his face increases that hot fluttering and you feel your knees go weak. “Yeah, I know, baby,” he whispers, leaning in finally and licking a long strip between your folds. His eyes close at the taste and his arms tighten around your thighs, groaning against your mound and hollowing his lips around your clit. 

You immediately let out a soft whimper of relief, your head hanging down as you watch him before deciding to continue the feeling of him below you. You tilt your head back as he moves closer, kneeling right underneath you and sitting you on top of his face. “Wait,” you breathe, nervous about the position, “Your neck–”

“Don’t worry about it, beautiful,” He grunts, rolling his eyes and fixing the position. Your legs threw over his shoulder and pulled your lower half away from the wall. “I hope you’ve got good core strength.”

He goes back to devouring your cunt, eyes closed as he enjoys the taste of your sweet juice dripping for him. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at his ministrations, the way he immediately has you filled with pleasure is truly something you didn’t expect from the way he was drawing it out earlier. Your moans immediately fill the space, mixing with his as he groans against your pussy. 

“Fuck, Hoon,” you gasp, grinding down against his face, your hands planted against the wall behind you as you try not to go wild, the pleasure becoming stronger as a coil tightens in your lower stomach. 

“Yeah, beautiful,” he groans, flicking his tongue into your dripping hole as he sucks against your clit, the skillful moves making you twitch against him. “Grind against me like that, use my face. Want your juices everywhere.’

The words go straight to your pussy, grinding down harder against him as you feel your hardened nipples scratch against your bra, causing the achiness to grow. Your nails dig into the wall behind you, the pleasure overwhelming. 

You whine his name, face scrunched together as you let the moans spill from your lips freely, fist punching the wall as you gasp. “Cum– fuck, ‘m cumming–!” You moan, feeling the coil snap at an exceptionally hard suck. 

He helps you ride out your orgasm, keeping his tongue flat out for you to use and mumbling incoherent words into your slick pearl. His hands come up, holding onto your waist to stop you from moving and he continues to lap at you for a few more minutes before finally letting his lips go from around your clit. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your thighs and rubbing his hands up and down your torso as you take deep breaths, calming yourself down. “That’s it, calm down,” he whispers, placing your legs back down to the floor and slowly standing, continuing the worship of your body with his plump lips. 

You let your hands drop from the wall, wrapping around his neck to help steady yourself as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding your body close to his. “Wow,” you giggle, smiling as you stare up at him, breathing still heavy, “Didn’t expect you to be that good.”

He raises an eyebrow, humming sarcastically as if he knows that he’s that good. Cocky bastard, you think, watching as he leans in. “You have such low standards if you think that’s good,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against yours softly, continuing to speak against your lips, “I’d hate to know who slept with you prior and couldn’t make you cum.”

“I never said that,” you whisper, shaking your head and leaning in to press another kiss to his lips, pulling back teasingly with a smile, “What else can you do then? Or is it only your tongue that’s got skills?”

He chuckles against your lips, gripping you by your thighs and lifting you up, pressing you further against him. “I guess I’m just going to have to show you, then, huh?” he whispers, grinding your hips down against his, making you feel his bulge straining against his sweats. “Feel that?”

You bite down on your lower lip at the feel of his sweats, staring down at the way a wet patch is left by your slick, furrowing your brows together. “Shit, yeah,” you nod, glancing back up at him. You can’t help but tease him, resting your forehead against his and nudging your nose against his, your lips brushing against his, “Is that for me? Eating me out got you that hard?”

“Fuck, seeing you anywhere got me hard,” He groans, one of his hands slipping down to pull down his sweats and boxers, his straining length hitting against your open cunt. He hisses, furrowing his brows as he grabs at his base, rubbing himself between your folds. “Seeing you in the gym, in those fucking leggings… the way your legs shake everytime you go on the leg press and the weights too heavy, it’s always had my mind going places. The amount of times I’ve wanted to bend you over and fuck you, to claim you, has been way too strong.”

You keep your eyes locked onto him as he rubs himself against you, feeling the way he slickens himself up. He feels fucking huge, and you feel your stomach twist with nerves at the fire burning inside you by his words. “Dirty, dirty boy,” you whisper. 

Before you can say anything else, he thrusts himself up into you, clenching his jaw together at how tight you are. Your mouth drops open at the sudden intrusion, eyes widening and tilting your head back against the wall. 

“Fuck… fuck, your tight,” he grits through teeth, leaning in and hiding his face in your neck. “So tight… so fucking warm too, shit. How aren’t you getting fucked everyday of your life?”

“Fuck, I get it,” you reply, keeping the snarkiness to a T as you tilt your head to face him, pulling his face up, “Maybe you should actually fuck me instead of talking shit–”

Sunghoon cuts you off with a harsh thrust into you, setting a steady pace. His hands grip your waist, bouncing you down onto his cock to meet his hips. “You talk,” he whispers into your ear, biting at your earlobe, “So much shit. I wonder how much you say when I’m not around, huh? I bet you run your mouth like a dirty whore.”

The way his cock slides in and out of you has you becoming light headed, the way his tip presses against your deepest parts has you squeezing your eyes shut and squeezing your walls around him, making you whimper. His hands move down to squeeze at your ass, giving him better leverage to fuck into you. “Yeahhh…” he groans, “That’s it, let yourself get fucked, baby. Let yourself feel it. Feel how deep I am?”

You nod your head, eyes rolling back at the feel of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls. His groans in your ear and the way he holds onto you makes your body allow itself to go limp, knowing that he’s holding your body up, his arm muscles straining against your body. 

“Fuck, like that,” You moan, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and biting down, the sounds of your lewd actions bouncing around the room. The strong movements of his cock pushing your gathered slick out of you, creating wet sounds, the plap plap plap sound filling your ears. Your whines become higher in pitch, fingers digging into his shoulders and potentially breaking skin. 

You feel on cloud 9, your eyes constantly fluttering shut as he continues to pound into you, abusing your cunt, when suddenly, the pleasure stops and he pulls out.

“What, dude?!” You snap, lifting your head up to look at him but he’s already changing your position. He carries you out of the room and onto the balcony, the cool air hitting your body and causing you to hiss. “Sunghoon?”

“Shh,” he shushes, dismissing your words of confusion and rearranging the furniture, pushing the love seat towards the balcony railing with his leg. He pulls you off of him, turning you around and placing your knees against the plush materials, arms braced against the railing. “Open yourself up for me… yeah, like that, arch that back.” He mutters, hand patting at your ass to usher you to move faster. 

His hands brace your hips, aligning himself back up with your entrance and pushing back into the tilt. He bends down, his clothed chest pressed against your back. One of his hands reached to brace against the railing next to yours, his head leaning into your ear. 

“Surprised you’re listening,” he whispers, biting at your neck, licking and kissing the skin, “Just want to be fucked, huh? You going to be nice and loud f’me?”

When you don’t answer, his hand holding your hip moves to the flesh of your ass, a harsh slap meeting your skin. “Answer me.” He grunts, slapping the skin once more. “Are you going to be loud? Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good?”

You whine, head tilting down and pushing back against him, “Yes,” you reply, tilting your head up to look at him over your shoulder, “I’ll be loud.”

That wicked grin greets his lips and he thrusts shallowing into you a few times, watching the way you face immediately retorts, your reaction causing him to chuckle. He straightens up, the warmth hitting your back again and he forces your head forward. “Look at the view, baby, look at how beautiful it is while I fuck you full.”

His hand slides down your back, reaching the clasp of your bra and unclipping it. He helps you take it out, marvelling in your naked arch and the way you gasp as the cold hits your nipples. He gives your ass another spank before starting to thrust, shallowly. 

A small ‘hm’s fall from your lips as he hits deep inside, the pleasure coming in small, short bursts, keeping you on edge. His pace slowly starts to pick up again, wanting to feel the way you clenched around him in wanton, creating a speed as fast as before.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, grabbing onto your hips and starting to thrust into you harder, biting his lip as his thighs meet the back of yours. “Take this dick, like a good girl.”

The way he fucks into you makes your body go limp, the only way to keep yourself up being his balcony railing. Which Sunghoon highly disapproves of.

“Watch the fucking view,” He grunts, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head up. “Do as I say and I’ll let you cum again. I was being generous before, don’t take it for granted.”

His thrusts become more vigorous and he finds himself losing his mind in the deep, wet warmth of your walls. He uses his hold on your hair to help fuck you back into his length, slapping at your ass to encourage you to move you back against him. “That’s it. Listen to Sunghoon, baby.”

The way he spoke in third person pushed you deeper into that submissive state, the snarky comments leaving your mind, only fueled with Sunghoon. SunghoonSunghoonSunghoon. The way his thick tip brushes against your walls, feeling like he’s deeper than before is a whole new feeling of ecstasy. When he feels you becoming slack when bouncing back onto his cock, he spanks your ass, each slap becoming harder throughout time, urging you to continue. 

“Don’t get fucking lazy on me now,” he grunts, draping himself against your back, licking at your ear, laughing at the way you squirm, “Remember, this isn’t about you, is it? It’s about me. I fucking won that fight and you know it–” he punctuates his words with a deep, shallow thrust, “You know it. Bet you were praying that Jay would lose, huh? Just so I can fuck you. That’s why you’re wearing that pretty pink set, hm?”

His grip on your hair leaves, letting your head drop and you manage to find some bite into you despite the stimulated circumstances. “Do you have to mention my fucking brother when your dick is inside of me?

He cackles, right into your ear, making you wince and glare at him over your shoulder, watching the way he presses his forehead against your shoulder. “Damn,” he laughs, sitting up and pulling out, giving you another spank as he feels you gasp. “You’re funny, baby, come on. Wanna see you funny you can be when I’m fucking my cum inside of you.”

You expected him to pick you up this time, but didn’t expect to be thrown over his shoulder, spanking your ass as he walked you back inside. “Fucking love this ass,” he mutters, pressing a slopping kiss to your hip before throwing you down on the bed, “Watching it jiggle as you fucked back into me, jesus, I really wish you could have seen it. It was fucking beautiful. I’ll have to have you ride me next time.” “Next time?” You ask, lifting your body up by propping yourself on your forearms, voluntarily spreading your legs for him to accommodate him in between, wanting that full feeling back. His length was incredibly thick, slightly curved upwards, a pretty flushed colour with the tip of his cock being redder than anything else and god was it veiny. “Thought this was a one time thing?”

He rolls his eyes, grabbing at your ankles and pulling you towards him, resting your legs against his torso as he teases his tip at your entrance, biting his lip and smiling at the way your slick sticks to his length. “Changed my mind,” he breathes, slipping himself inside once more with a groan, “You feel too fucking good to let go. So tight and fuck… feels like heaven.”

He immediately sets a strong pace, bringing your legs together and bringing them to one shoulder, astonished with the way that you get somehow tighter, causing his hips to stutter and his facade to vanish momentarily before he’s leaning down. He bends you like a pretzel, keeping your legs against his shoulder, fists pressed into the mattress beside your head. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” he grunts, thrusting into your hard before pausing for a moment, leaning down and smothering his lips against yours, “If you think I’m letting you go after this, then you’re wrong. God, Jay’s going to be so pissed when he sees you cheering my name and inviting me for thanksgiving dinner, huh?”

“Don’t– fuck, don’t be weird,” you stutter out, his pace quickening once more, your hands reach up to grab ahold of his broad shoulders, knitting your brows at the way his shirt is still on. You know he looks like a greek god under there and there’s no point getting his dick if you can’t see his abs. Your hand trails down from his shoulder to his torso, gripping at the fabric and pulling it up. “Take it off. Off.”

He grunts, lifting back up and taking your legs off of his shoulder, spreading them apart and slapping your inner thigh before reaching his hand up behind him and slipping his shirt over his head. The sight before you has your eyes widening and jaw going slack. 

He’s ripped, absolutely ripped. His arms are even bigger, waist slim and abs defined. His lower abdomen has a few veins that trail down to his v-live and fuck. You have to ride him next time. 

Once the clothing is discarded, he wastes no more time as he grabs your thighs, fucking into you once more at that rapid pace, making you grip the bedsheets below you. God, his languid strokes and the way his hand grips hard onto your legs has your mind wandering. He’s so strong, so fit and the way he throws you around is foreplay itself. 

His cock continues to bully its way inside of you, fucking your womb and the thought itself makes you feral. Like he can read your thoughts, his hands grab your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders and bending down, placing you in a delicious mating press. 

“Oh, fuck-!” You groan, the change of position driving you up the wall and gripping onto his biceps tightly and digging your nails into his skin. Your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head and you’re struggling to stay coherent. “Hoon– Hoonie… Oh, my god, Hoonie!”

“Yeah, baby,” he groans in your ear, leaning down to press his face against your neck, sucking at your skin, “Call my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good. Who is it baby? Tell me.”

“It’s–” you choke out, taking in a deep breath, “It’s you– you, Hoonie! You!”

“That’s right. Good girl. Taking Hoonie’s cock so well, huh?” He coos, nipping at your skin and leaving blemishes across the skin of your neck and collarbone. “All this? Mine. It’s mine now. I deserve this. I won this.”

His words go over your head, reeling in the pleasure when it’s suddenly heightened by the way he sneaks his hand down, pinching at your click before rubbing it roughly, placing an amount of pressure that has you immediately orgasming around his cock. “Oh, fuck!” You moan, back arching at the feel of his tip punching against your womb, the feel of his fingers against your clit has your mind going overboard. “Oh, god! Oh, Sunghoon!”

The feel of your walls spasming around him, causing his orgasm to quickly follow, a few hard, shallow thrusts have him spilling inside, his eyes rolling back as he groans against your neck. 

He prolongs the moment with short thrusts, wanting to keep the feeling of your walls clenched around him forever. He wants it tattooed, a photograph, anything, it just feels so good. Nirvana. Heaven. 

He keeps himself plugged inside you as you both calm down, letting your legs down and running his hands up and down your thighs. “Going to stay the night?” He murmurs, pressing kisses from your neck up to your face, pressing against your cheeks before against his lips. 

“Yeah…” you breathe, nodding your head and leaning into the kiss, “I’ll stay.” 

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Every year, it’s the same fight between the same two people. Your brother, Jay Park, and Sunghoon park. For the past three years in a row, they’ve made it to the finals. It’s currently 2 to 1, Jay taking the advantage.

Not this year, though. This year, Sunghoon has something to look forward to, the sweet taste of your pussy. The pair train in the same gym, and sometimes, you would follow along, Jay forcing you to work on your endurance and strength with him, even if you absolutely hated it. 

Weeks prior to the final fight, in the early hours of the morning, you made your way to the locker rooms to grab your brother a spare water bottle. When suddenly, your back was pushed against the cold metal of the locker, a broad figure pushing against you. 

“Hey!” You shout, hands bracing against the man's shoulders before realising who it was. Your expression became guarded, lips pursing together as your brother's greatest opponent stood before you. “Sunghoon–”

He shushes you, quietly, shaking his head as his hands rub up and down your waist. “I’m not going to do anything,” He murmurs, lifting his hands to grab your wrists, bringing your hands back down to your sides, slowly. “I’m here to make a deal with you.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, hands flexing against the hold he has on your wrists, pulling his hands away in annoyance and disgust. “I’m not making any deal with you. If you think I’m going to let you rig the fight, then you’re the biggest dickward I’ve ever spoken to,” You shoot back, glaring at him in pure annoyance. 

“I’m not going to ask you to rig the fight,silly,” He muses, one of his large hands coming up to pinch your cheeks together, mocking a pout as he shakes your head from side to side, “I’m just here to ask about when I win.”

“You’re not going to win,” You bite, grabbing at his wrist and pulling him away. 

“Stop talking, gosh, you're a nuisance,” He groans, rolling his eyes, squeezing your cheeks before pulling his hand away. “Look, if I win, which I will… I get to have you. For one night. That’s all. No one needs to know, Jay’s not going to know, the media isn’t going to know, just me and you.”

Your annoyed glare turns into one of confusion and surprise. One night with you. You and Sunghoon are alone together, for a singular night. You feel your cheeks heat up at the thought and you glance away, keeping that guarded and annoyed expression on your features. 

“It’s not a date,” he quickly says, knowing that you’ll definitely say no. His hands come to your waist, cupping your sides perfectly like a puzzle piece and taking a step closer. His head dips down, trailing his lips against the side of your neck and the bare skin of your shoulder. “Just me and you,” he whispers, one of his hands coming up to fiddle with the strap of your sports bra, “And the sweet taste of that pussy. Yeah? How does that sound?”

The proximity and his gravelly voice drives you insane, feeling a heat in your stomach fluttering lower to the fabric of your underwear. Your hands brace against the locker behind you, your breath stuttering quietly as you turn your head to face him. You can’t lie, the idea sounds extremely tempting. And if he won, then it would be a tie between the pair… 

Biting your lower lip, you roll your eyes and look away, “Fine,” you grumble, hands grabbing a hold of his wrists and pulling them away from your body, noticing the way he easily allows you to move, “Only if you win the fight. Other than that, nothing. Don’t ask me again and don’t hit me up after the night.” 

The smirk that forms on his face is one to make your knees weak and you become unsure whether it’s going to be the best or worst decision that you’ve made in your life. 

The night of the fight, you were on the edge of your seat the whole time, watching the way that Jay and Sunghoon present themselves so proudly in the ring. Their skills and their looks caused uproars in the crowd, dividing the large group of people. You could hear the way the different groups of fans chant your brother and his opponents name. At this point of time, you can’t even be bothered to think about Sunghoon, you just want your brother to win. 

An hour later, you're watching the deciding round of the night. Both Jay and Sunghoon have won a round each, now you’re watching the two bloodied men stand face to face for the last time of the night. 3 minutes for Jay to win, 3 minutes for him to hit the final blow but Sunghoon just won't give up. Desperate Asshole. 

After three excruciating minutes of watching the pair fight, the winner was decided. And it was not your brother. 

You sit angrily in your seat, glaring at the man filled with pride as he holds up his winning belt, motioning for the crowd to create more sounds of luxury as he basks in the glory. At some point, while you’re standing with Jay, handing him a towel and a tissue for his nose while his team assesses him out, you glance back at the ring, eye contact being made as he leans cockily against the rope, peering down at you with a determined expression. He points to himself and mouths these six words to you, ‘meet me at my locker room.’ 

His prize awaits.

An hour and a half later, you’re stepping out of Sunghoons car, his hand immediately finding its way to your lower back as he guides you up the steps towards his house, his broad figure crowding your back as he unlocks the door to his penthouse. 

“Make yourself at home, beautiful,” he murmurs in your ear, biting your earlobe as he ushers you inside, closing and locking the door behind him. You stand there dumbfounded as he strips himself of his jacket and shoes, acting like this isn’t an arrangement. When he notices you haven’t moved, he glances over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “You’re just going to stand there and do nothing?”

You cross your arms over your chest, leaning on one him and knitting your brows together, your tone full of accusation and confusion. “You said that when you win, you are going to take me. Yet, here you are, acting like we came home from a date. What’s your deal?”

He scoffs, turning to face you, stepping closer and invading your personal space once more. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” he teases, cupping your face and towering over you, “I didn’t realise I couldn’t relax after, you know, winning. You should’ve seen the look on your brother’s face when he realised I won, I really hope someone got a photo of it. I think I’m going to frame it up on my wall somewhere.”

“Stop,” you grumble, rolling your eyes as he recalls the memory of your siblings' loss, “I get it, you won. What a great deal for you. Now, hurry up before I call my brother to take me home. I doubt he’s going to be very happy with the arrangement we’ve got.”

You see his eyes narrowing in disdain, the thought of your brother coming to his house and taking you away from him. He shakes his head, letting out a scoff and gripping onto your hips, pulling you closer so your bodies are pressed against each other. You gasp at the sudden roughness, gripping a hold of his shoulders and glaring up at him. “You’re already here, why think about leaving, hm?” He whispers, leaning in and dipping his head into the crook of your neck. Your senses react to the feel of his hot breath against the skin of your neck, his hands digging into your sides, his broad body pushing you against the door. 

He presses his lips against your neck, humming at the sweet scent of your perfume against his nostrils. His hands rub up and down your sides, catching onto the fabric of your jacket, his hands reaching up to pull it off your body. “Get comfortable.” 

“Sunghoon,” you whisper, helping him slide the jacket off your body, slipping your shoes off and kicking them to the side. 

“Yes, baby?” 

“Don’t test me. Hurry up.” 

He lifts his head up, staring down at you, the teasing expression gone from his face as he lifts a hand up to hold onto your chin. He watches you, as if examining you, his body straightening up. “Fine,” he murmurs, pulling you away from the door and roughly turning you to the stairs. “Third room to the left. I want you stripped by the time I get there. Go.” He smacks your ass and pushes you, urging your body to the steps. 

You glance over your shoulders to shoot him a glare but he’s disappeared into the other room. You scoff, heading up the stairs and keeping your features hardened. This definitely could be going better and you pray he’s as good in bed as he is in the ring. 

When you finally reach his bedroom, its features are lit up by the warmth of lights around the space. His bed, crisp white and grey sheets, faces the window where a view of Seoul's skyline can be seen from the balcony. To the left of the space is an extendable tv, a small couch sits across from it. 

You take time to scan the bedroom, staring in awe at how neatly everything is placed, like it’s for show, not lived in. It’s insane. 

You make your way to the front of the bed, staring out at the view for a moment before starting to strip yourself of the clothing that you’ve been wearing all night. You keep your undergarments on, a matching lace set for just in case Sunghoon did win. The base colour was base pink, the thongs and the top lace of the bra a darker pink placed into an array of beautiful flowers. 

You fold the clothes, placing them down on the chair near the tv and moving forward to stare out at the view while waiting for Sunghoon who is still nowhere to be seen. 

After what feels like forever, the door finally opens and Sunghoon walks in, a towel folded over his forearm and two water bottles in his hand. When he lifts his head to see you, his movements slow down, like he’s stuck in time. He shuts the door behind him quietly, a small smirk on his face as he walks towards you. He throws the materials on the bed and stalks over to you, snickering to himself. “Wow, you’ve out done yourself,” He says, voice an octave deeper than before. 

“You needed fifteen minutes to grab a towel and water bottles?” you snarkily reply, turning towards him and allowing him to grab a hold of your waist once more. He walks you backwards till you’re pressed against the glass windows, staring down at you like you’re prey. 

“Don’t worry about it, beautiful, anything that I had in mind has gone out the window after seeing you like this,” he murmurs, dipping down to press a kiss to your neck. His large hand grabs your chin, pushing your head up to gain more access to your skin. His kisses become harsher, starting to bite and lick at your skin as he slowly descends. 

The warmth of his body against the cold window is addicting, the difference in temperature is overpowering and the way his hands roam and grope at your skin has your head tilting back, eyes closing as you feel the way he explores you. Taking in everything about you, your reactions, the softness of your skin, the way the soft scent of vanilla perfume becomes stronger the lower he goes. 

“Fuck” he curses, opening your legs, breathing over your mound and gripping a hold of your leg to throw over his shoulder, gaining better access to your dripping centre. He drags his nose over the inside of your thigh, pressing gentle kisses for it. His hand runs up and down the skin of your thigh, gentle and soft. His other hand reaches behind you to grab onto your ass, squeezing tightly and making you gasp. “You’re addicting.”

Your hand reaches down to rest in his hair, trying to guide him where you need him before he pulls it away, resting it against the class behind you. “Hoon–”

“Don’t. No touching. This isn’t about you.” He gruffs, looking up at you between your legs and you think this has to be the best view of the night, the way he’s on his knees, hair in front of his face and your leg thrown over his shoulder. You hesitate for a moment, taking in a few deep breaths before nodding your head, bracing your hands against the glass and staring down at him with anticipation. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your thigh softly, pressing soft kisses up your thigh and towards the edge of your thong. The hand grasping your behind trails around and gently hooks the bottom of the fabric, moving it to the side and gaining a clear view of your slick ridden pussy. He groans at the sight, eyebrows knitting together as he leans in, his hot breath fanning against your core. “Look at this pussy, so wet… dripping,” he states, eyes drawing upwards towards your face. He watches the way you squirm above him, your stomach twitching as you control your breathing in anticipation, “Is this for me? Wet for me?”

You nod your head, eagerly, praying that it gets him closer to giving you pleasure. Your tone comes out light and breathy, “Yeah… because of you.”

The smirk that forms on his face increases that hot fluttering and you feel your knees go weak. “Yeah, I know, baby,” he whispers, leaning in finally and licking a long strip between your folds. His eyes close at the taste and his arms tighten around your thighs, groaning against your mound and hollowing his lips around your clit. 

You immediately let out a soft whimper of relief, your head hanging down as you watch him before deciding to continue the feeling of him below you. You tilt your head back as he moves closer, kneeling right underneath you and sitting you on top of his face. “Wait,” you breathe, nervous about the position, “Your neck–”

“Don’t worry about it, beautiful,” He grunts, rolling his eyes and fixing the position. Your legs threw over his shoulder and pulled your lower half away from the wall. “I hope you’ve got good core strength.”

He goes back to devouring your cunt, eyes closed as he enjoys the taste of your sweet juice dripping for him. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at his ministrations, the way he immediately has you filled with pleasure is truly something you didn’t expect from the way he was drawing it out earlier. Your moans immediately fill the space, mixing with his as he groans against your pussy. 

“Fuck, Hoon,” you gasp, grinding down against his face, your hands planted against the wall behind you as you try not to go wild, the pleasure becoming stronger as a coil tightens in your lower stomach. 

“Yeah, beautiful,” he groans, flicking his tongue into your dripping hole as he sucks against your clit, the skillful moves making you twitch against him. “Grind against me like that, use my face. Want your juices everywhere.’

The words go straight to your pussy, grinding down harder against him as you feel your hardened nipples scratch against your bra, causing the achiness to grow. Your nails dig into the wall behind you, the pleasure overwhelming. 

You whine his name, face scrunched together as you let the moans spill from your lips freely, fist punching the wall as you gasp. “Cum– fuck, ‘m cumming–!” You moan, feeling the coil snap at an exceptionally hard suck. 

He helps you ride out your orgasm, keeping his tongue flat out for you to use and mumbling incoherent words into your slick pearl. His hands come up, holding onto your waist to stop you from moving and he continues to lap at you for a few more minutes before finally letting his lips go from around your clit. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your thighs and rubbing his hands up and down your torso as you take deep breaths, calming yourself down. “That’s it, calm down,” he whispers, placing your legs back down to the floor and slowly standing, continuing the worship of your body with his plump lips. 

You let your hands drop from the wall, wrapping around his neck to help steady yourself as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding your body close to his. “Wow,” you giggle, smiling as you stare up at him, breathing still heavy, “Didn’t expect you to be that good.”

He raises an eyebrow, humming sarcastically as if he knows that he’s that good. Cocky bastard, you think, watching as he leans in. “You have such low standards if you think that’s good,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against yours softly, continuing to speak against your lips, “I’d hate to know who slept with you prior and couldn’t make you cum.”

“I never said that,” you whisper, shaking your head and leaning in to press another kiss to his lips, pulling back teasingly with a smile, “What else can you do then? Or is it only your tongue that’s got skills?”

He chuckles against your lips, gripping you by your thighs and lifting you up, pressing you further against him. “I guess I’m just going to have to show you, then, huh?” he whispers, grinding your hips down against his, making you feel his bulge straining against his sweats. “Feel that?”

You bite down on your lower lip at the feel of his sweats, staring down at the way a wet patch is left by your slick, furrowing your brows together. “Shit, yeah,” you nod, glancing back up at him. You can’t help but tease him, resting your forehead against his and nudging your nose against his, your lips brushing against his, “Is that for me? Eating me out got you that hard?”

“Fuck, seeing you anywhere got me hard,” He groans, one of his hands slipping down to pull down his sweats and boxers, his straining length hitting against your open cunt. He hisses, furrowing his brows as he grabs at his base, rubbing himself between your folds. “Seeing you in the gym, in those fucking leggings… the way your legs shake everytime you go on the leg press and the weights too heavy, it’s always had my mind going places. The amount of times I’ve wanted to bend you over and fuck you, to claim you, has been way too strong.”

You keep your eyes locked onto him as he rubs himself against you, feeling the way he slickens himself up. He feels fucking huge, and you feel your stomach twist with nerves at the fire burning inside you by his words. “Dirty, dirty boy,” you whisper. 

Before you can say anything else, he thrusts himself up into you, clenching his jaw together at how tight you are. Your mouth drops open at the sudden intrusion, eyes widening and tilting your head back against the wall. 

“Fuck… fuck, your tight,” he grits through teeth, leaning in and hiding his face in your neck. “So tight… so fucking warm too, shit. How aren’t you getting fucked everyday of your life?”

“Fuck, I get it,” you reply, keeping the snarkiness to a T as you tilt your head to face him, pulling his face up, “Maybe you should actually fuck me instead of talking shit–”

Sunghoon cuts you off with a harsh thrust into you, setting a steady pace. His hands grip your waist, bouncing you down onto his cock to meet his hips. “You talk,” he whispers into your ear, biting at your earlobe, “So much shit. I wonder how much you say when I’m not around, huh? I bet you run your mouth like a dirty whore.”

The way his cock slides in and out of you has you becoming light headed, the way his tip presses against your deepest parts has you squeezing your eyes shut and squeezing your walls around him, making you whimper. His hands move down to squeeze at your ass, giving him better leverage to fuck into you. “Yeahhh…” he groans, “That’s it, let yourself get fucked, baby. Let yourself feel it. Feel how deep I am?”

You nod your head, eyes rolling back at the feel of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls. His groans in your ear and the way he holds onto you makes your body allow itself to go limp, knowing that he’s holding your body up, his arm muscles straining against your body. 

“Fuck, like that,” You moan, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and biting down, the sounds of your lewd actions bouncing around the room. The strong movements of his cock pushing your gathered slick out of you, creating wet sounds, the plap plap plap sound filling your ears. Your whines become higher in pitch, fingers digging into his shoulders and potentially breaking skin. 

You feel on cloud 9, your eyes constantly fluttering shut as he continues to pound into you, abusing your cunt, when suddenly, the pleasure stops and he pulls out.

“What, dude?!” You snap, lifting your head up to look at him but he’s already changing your position. He carries you out of the room and onto the balcony, the cool air hitting your body and causing you to hiss. “Sunghoon?”

“Shh,” he shushes, dismissing your words of confusion and rearranging the furniture, pushing the love seat towards the balcony railing with his leg. He pulls you off of him, turning you around and placing your knees against the plush materials, arms braced against the railing. “Open yourself up for me… yeah, like that, arch that back.” He mutters, hand patting at your ass to usher you to move faster. 

His hands brace your hips, aligning himself back up with your entrance and pushing back into the tilt. He bends down, his clothed chest pressed against your back. One of his hands reached to brace against the railing next to yours, his head leaning into your ear. 

“Surprised you’re listening,” he whispers, biting at your neck, licking and kissing the skin, “Just want to be fucked, huh? You going to be nice and loud f’me?”

When you don’t answer, his hand holding your hip moves to the flesh of your ass, a harsh slap meeting your skin. “Answer me.” He grunts, slapping the skin once more. “Are you going to be loud? Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good?”

You whine, head tilting down and pushing back against him, “Yes,” you reply, tilting your head up to look at him over your shoulder, “I’ll be loud.”

That wicked grin greets his lips and he thrusts shallowing into you a few times, watching the way you face immediately retorts, your reaction causing him to chuckle. He straightens up, the warmth hitting your back again and he forces your head forward. “Look at the view, baby, look at how beautiful it is while I fuck you full.”

His hand slides down your back, reaching the clasp of your bra and unclipping it. He helps you take it out, marvelling in your naked arch and the way you gasp as the cold hits your nipples. He gives your ass another spank before starting to thrust, shallowly. 

A small ‘hm’s fall from your lips as he hits deep inside, the pleasure coming in small, short bursts, keeping you on edge. His pace slowly starts to pick up again, wanting to feel the way you clenched around him in wanton, creating a speed as fast as before.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, grabbing onto your hips and starting to thrust into you harder, biting his lip as his thighs meet the back of yours. “Take this dick, like a good girl.”

The way he fucks into you makes your body go limp, the only way to keep yourself up being his balcony railing. Which Sunghoon highly disapproves of.

“Watch the fucking view,” He grunts, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head up. “Do as I say and I’ll let you cum again. I was being generous before, don’t take it for granted.”

His thrusts become more vigorous and he finds himself losing his mind in the deep, wet warmth of your walls. He uses his hold on your hair to help fuck you back into his length, slapping at your ass to encourage you to move you back against him. “That’s it. Listen to Sunghoon, baby.”

The way he spoke in third person pushed you deeper into that submissive state, the snarky comments leaving your mind, only fueled with Sunghoon. SunghoonSunghoonSunghoon. The way his thick tip brushes against your walls, feeling like he’s deeper than before is a whole new feeling of ecstasy. When he feels you becoming slack when bouncing back onto his cock, he spanks your ass, each slap becoming harder throughout time, urging you to continue. 

“Don’t get fucking lazy on me now,” he grunts, draping himself against your back, licking at your ear, laughing at the way you squirm, “Remember, this isn’t about you, is it? It’s about me. I fucking won that fight and you know it–” he punctuates his words with a deep, shallow thrust, “You know it. Bet you were praying that Jay would lose, huh? Just so I can fuck you. That’s why you’re wearing that pretty pink set, hm?”

His grip on your hair leaves, letting your head drop and you manage to find some bite into you despite the stimulated circumstances. “Do you have to mention my fucking brother when your dick is inside of me?

He cackles, right into your ear, making you wince and glare at him over your shoulder, watching the way he presses his forehead against your shoulder. “Damn,” he laughs, sitting up and pulling out, giving you another spank as he feels you gasp. “You’re funny, baby, come on. Wanna see you funny you can be when I’m fucking my cum inside of you.”

You expected him to pick you up this time, but didn’t expect to be thrown over his shoulder, spanking your ass as he walked you back inside. “Fucking love this ass,” he mutters, pressing a slopping kiss to your hip before throwing you down on the bed, “Watching it jiggle as you fucked back into me, jesus, I really wish you could have seen it. It was fucking beautiful. I’ll have to have you ride me next time.” “Next time?” You ask, lifting your body up by propping yourself on your forearms, voluntarily spreading your legs for him to accommodate him in between, wanting that full feeling back. His length was incredibly thick, slightly curved upwards, a pretty flushed colour with the tip of his cock being redder than anything else and god was it veiny. “Thought this was a one time thing?”

He rolls his eyes, grabbing at your ankles and pulling you towards him, resting your legs against his torso as he teases his tip at your entrance, biting his lip and smiling at the way your slick sticks to his length. “Changed my mind,” he breathes, slipping himself inside once more with a groan, “You feel too fucking good to let go. So tight and fuck… feels like heaven.”

He immediately sets a strong pace, bringing your legs together and bringing them to one shoulder, astonished with the way that you get somehow tighter, causing his hips to stutter and his facade to vanish momentarily before he’s leaning down. He bends you like a pretzel, keeping your legs against his shoulder, fists pressed into the mattress beside your head. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” he grunts, thrusting into your hard before pausing for a moment, leaning down and smothering his lips against yours, “If you think I’m letting you go after this, then you’re wrong. God, Jay’s going to be so pissed when he sees you cheering my name and inviting me for thanksgiving dinner, huh?”

“Don’t– fuck, don’t be weird,” you stutter out, his pace quickening once more, your hands reach up to grab ahold of his broad shoulders, knitting your brows at the way his shirt is still on. You know he looks like a greek god under there and there’s no point getting his dick if you can’t see his abs. Your hand trails down from his shoulder to his torso, gripping at the fabric and pulling it up. “Take it off. Off.”

He grunts, lifting back up and taking your legs off of his shoulder, spreading them apart and slapping your inner thigh before reaching his hand up behind him and slipping his shirt over his head. The sight before you has your eyes widening and jaw going slack. 

He’s ripped, absolutely ripped. His arms are even bigger, waist slim and abs defined. His lower abdomen has a few veins that trail down to his v-live and fuck. You have to ride him next time. 

Once the clothing is discarded, he wastes no more time as he grabs your thighs, fucking into you once more at that rapid pace, making you grip the bedsheets below you. God, his languid strokes and the way his hand grips hard onto your legs has your mind wandering. He’s so strong, so fit and the way he throws you around is foreplay itself. 

His cock continues to bully its way inside of you, fucking your womb and the thought itself makes you feral. Like he can read your thoughts, his hands grab your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders and bending down, placing you in a delicious mating press. 

“Oh, fuck-!” You groan, the change of position driving you up the wall and gripping onto his biceps tightly and digging your nails into his skin. Your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head and you’re struggling to stay coherent. “Hoon– Hoonie… Oh, my god, Hoonie!”

“Yeah, baby,” he groans in your ear, leaning down to press his face against your neck, sucking at your skin, “Call my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good. Who is it baby? Tell me.”

“It’s–” you choke out, taking in a deep breath, “It’s you– you, Hoonie! You!”

“That’s right. Good girl. Taking Hoonie’s cock so well, huh?” He coos, nipping at your skin and leaving blemishes across the skin of your neck and collarbone. “All this? Mine. It’s mine now. I deserve this. I won this.”

His words go over your head, reeling in the pleasure when it’s suddenly heightened by the way he sneaks his hand down, pinching at your click before rubbing it roughly, placing an amount of pressure that has you immediately orgasming around his cock. “Oh, fuck!” You moan, back arching at the feel of his tip punching against your womb, the feel of his fingers against your clit has your mind going overboard. “Oh, god! Oh, Sunghoon!”

The feel of your walls spasming around him, causing his orgasm to quickly follow, a few hard, shallow thrusts have him spilling inside, his eyes rolling back as he groans against your neck. 

He prolongs the moment with short thrusts, wanting to keep the feeling of your walls clenched around him forever. He wants it tattooed, a photograph, anything, it just feels so good. Nirvana. Heaven. 

He keeps himself plugged inside you as you both calm down, letting your legs down and running his hands up and down your thighs. “Going to stay the night?” He murmurs, pressing kisses from your neck up to your face, pressing against your cheeks before against his lips. 

“Yeah…” you breathe, nodding your head and leaning into the kiss, “I’ll stay.” 

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Every year, it’s the same fight between the same two people. Your brother, Jay Park, and Sunghoon park. For the past three years in a row, they’ve made it to the finals. It’s currently 2 to 1, Jay taking the advantage.

Not this year, though. This year, Sunghoon has something to look forward to, the sweet taste of your pussy. The pair train in the same gym, and sometimes, you would follow along, Jay forcing you to work on your endurance and strength with him, even if you absolutely hated it. 

Weeks prior to the final fight, in the early hours of the morning, you made your way to the locker rooms to grab your brother a spare water bottle. When suddenly, your back was pushed against the cold metal of the locker, a broad figure pushing against you. 

“Hey!” You shout, hands bracing against the man's shoulders before realising who it was. Your expression became guarded, lips pursing together as your brother's greatest opponent stood before you. “Sunghoon–”

He shushes you, quietly, shaking his head as his hands rub up and down your waist. “I’m not going to do anything,” He murmurs, lifting his hands to grab your wrists, bringing your hands back down to your sides, slowly. “I’m here to make a deal with you.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, hands flexing against the hold he has on your wrists, pulling his hands away in annoyance and disgust. “I’m not making any deal with you. If you think I’m going to let you rig the fight, then you’re the biggest dickward I’ve ever spoken to,” You shoot back, glaring at him in pure annoyance. 

“I’m not going to ask you to rig the fight,silly,” He muses, one of his large hands coming up to pinch your cheeks together, mocking a pout as he shakes your head from side to side, “I’m just here to ask about when I win.”

“You’re not going to win,” You bite, grabbing at his wrist and pulling him away. 

“Stop talking, gosh, you're a nuisance,” He groans, rolling his eyes, squeezing your cheeks before pulling his hand away. “Look, if I win, which I will… I get to have you. For one night. That’s all. No one needs to know, Jay’s not going to know, the media isn’t going to know, just me and you.”

Your annoyed glare turns into one of confusion and surprise. One night with you. You and Sunghoon are alone together, for a singular night. You feel your cheeks heat up at the thought and you glance away, keeping that guarded and annoyed expression on your features. 

“It’s not a date,” he quickly says, knowing that you’ll definitely say no. His hands come to your waist, cupping your sides perfectly like a puzzle piece and taking a step closer. His head dips down, trailing his lips against the side of your neck and the bare skin of your shoulder. “Just me and you,” he whispers, one of his hands coming up to fiddle with the strap of your sports bra, “And the sweet taste of that pussy. Yeah? How does that sound?”

The proximity and his gravelly voice drives you insane, feeling a heat in your stomach fluttering lower to the fabric of your underwear. Your hands brace against the locker behind you, your breath stuttering quietly as you turn your head to face him. You can’t lie, the idea sounds extremely tempting. And if he won, then it would be a tie between the pair… 

Biting your lower lip, you roll your eyes and look away, “Fine,” you grumble, hands grabbing a hold of his wrists and pulling them away from your body, noticing the way he easily allows you to move, “Only if you win the fight. Other than that, nothing. Don’t ask me again and don’t hit me up after the night.” 

The smirk that forms on his face is one to make your knees weak and you become unsure whether it’s going to be the best or worst decision that you’ve made in your life. 

The night of the fight, you were on the edge of your seat the whole time, watching the way that Jay and Sunghoon present themselves so proudly in the ring. Their skills and their looks caused uproars in the crowd, dividing the large group of people. You could hear the way the different groups of fans chant your brother and his opponents name. At this point of time, you can’t even be bothered to think about Sunghoon, you just want your brother to win. 

An hour later, you're watching the deciding round of the night. Both Jay and Sunghoon have won a round each, now you’re watching the two bloodied men stand face to face for the last time of the night. 3 minutes for Jay to win, 3 minutes for him to hit the final blow but Sunghoon just won't give up. Desperate Asshole. 

After three excruciating minutes of watching the pair fight, the winner was decided. And it was not your brother. 

You sit angrily in your seat, glaring at the man filled with pride as he holds up his winning belt, motioning for the crowd to create more sounds of luxury as he basks in the glory. At some point, while you’re standing with Jay, handing him a towel and a tissue for his nose while his team assesses him out, you glance back at the ring, eye contact being made as he leans cockily against the rope, peering down at you with a determined expression. He points to himself and mouths these six words to you, ‘meet me at my locker room.’ 

His prize awaits.

An hour and a half later, you’re stepping out of Sunghoons car, his hand immediately finding its way to your lower back as he guides you up the steps towards his house, his broad figure crowding your back as he unlocks the door to his penthouse. 

“Make yourself at home, beautiful,” he murmurs in your ear, biting your earlobe as he ushers you inside, closing and locking the door behind him. You stand there dumbfounded as he strips himself of his jacket and shoes, acting like this isn’t an arrangement. When he notices you haven’t moved, he glances over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “You’re just going to stand there and do nothing?”

You cross your arms over your chest, leaning on one him and knitting your brows together, your tone full of accusation and confusion. “You said that when you win, you are going to take me. Yet, here you are, acting like we came home from a date. What’s your deal?”

He scoffs, turning to face you, stepping closer and invading your personal space once more. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” he teases, cupping your face and towering over you, “I didn’t realise I couldn’t relax after, you know, winning. You should’ve seen the look on your brother’s face when he realised I won, I really hope someone got a photo of it. I think I’m going to frame it up on my wall somewhere.”

“Stop,” you grumble, rolling your eyes as he recalls the memory of your siblings' loss, “I get it, you won. What a great deal for you. Now, hurry up before I call my brother to take me home. I doubt he’s going to be very happy with the arrangement we’ve got.”

You see his eyes narrowing in disdain, the thought of your brother coming to his house and taking you away from him. He shakes his head, letting out a scoff and gripping onto your hips, pulling you closer so your bodies are pressed against each other. You gasp at the sudden roughness, gripping a hold of his shoulders and glaring up at him. “You’re already here, why think about leaving, hm?” He whispers, leaning in and dipping his head into the crook of your neck. Your senses react to the feel of his hot breath against the skin of your neck, his hands digging into your sides, his broad body pushing you against the door. 

He presses his lips against your neck, humming at the sweet scent of your perfume against his nostrils. His hands rub up and down your sides, catching onto the fabric of your jacket, his hands reaching up to pull it off your body. “Get comfortable.” 

“Sunghoon,” you whisper, helping him slide the jacket off your body, slipping your shoes off and kicking them to the side. 

“Yes, baby?” 

“Don’t test me. Hurry up.” 

He lifts his head up, staring down at you, the teasing expression gone from his face as he lifts a hand up to hold onto your chin. He watches you, as if examining you, his body straightening up. “Fine,” he murmurs, pulling you away from the door and roughly turning you to the stairs. “Third room to the left. I want you stripped by the time I get there. Go.” He smacks your ass and pushes you, urging your body to the steps. 

You glance over your shoulders to shoot him a glare but he’s disappeared into the other room. You scoff, heading up the stairs and keeping your features hardened. This definitely could be going better and you pray he’s as good in bed as he is in the ring. 

When you finally reach his bedroom, its features are lit up by the warmth of lights around the space. His bed, crisp white and grey sheets, faces the window where a view of Seoul's skyline can be seen from the balcony. To the left of the space is an extendable tv, a small couch sits across from it. 

You take time to scan the bedroom, staring in awe at how neatly everything is placed, like it’s for show, not lived in. It’s insane. 

You make your way to the front of the bed, staring out at the view for a moment before starting to strip yourself of the clothing that you’ve been wearing all night. You keep your undergarments on, a matching lace set for just in case Sunghoon did win. The base colour was base pink, the thongs and the top lace of the bra a darker pink placed into an array of beautiful flowers. 

You fold the clothes, placing them down on the chair near the tv and moving forward to stare out at the view while waiting for Sunghoon who is still nowhere to be seen. 

After what feels like forever, the door finally opens and Sunghoon walks in, a towel folded over his forearm and two water bottles in his hand. When he lifts his head to see you, his movements slow down, like he’s stuck in time. He shuts the door behind him quietly, a small smirk on his face as he walks towards you. He throws the materials on the bed and stalks over to you, snickering to himself. “Wow, you’ve out done yourself,” He says, voice an octave deeper than before. 

“You needed fifteen minutes to grab a towel and water bottles?” you snarkily reply, turning towards him and allowing him to grab a hold of your waist once more. He walks you backwards till you’re pressed against the glass windows, staring down at you like you’re prey. 

“Don’t worry about it, beautiful, anything that I had in mind has gone out the window after seeing you like this,” he murmurs, dipping down to press a kiss to your neck. His large hand grabs your chin, pushing your head up to gain more access to your skin. His kisses become harsher, starting to bite and lick at your skin as he slowly descends. 

The warmth of his body against the cold window is addicting, the difference in temperature is overpowering and the way his hands roam and grope at your skin has your head tilting back, eyes closing as you feel the way he explores you. Taking in everything about you, your reactions, the softness of your skin, the way the soft scent of vanilla perfume becomes stronger the lower he goes. 

“Fuck” he curses, opening your legs, breathing over your mound and gripping a hold of your leg to throw over his shoulder, gaining better access to your dripping centre. He drags his nose over the inside of your thigh, pressing gentle kisses for it. His hand runs up and down the skin of your thigh, gentle and soft. His other hand reaches behind you to grab onto your ass, squeezing tightly and making you gasp. “You’re addicting.”

Your hand reaches down to rest in his hair, trying to guide him where you need him before he pulls it away, resting it against the class behind you. “Hoon–”

“Don’t. No touching. This isn’t about you.” He gruffs, looking up at you between your legs and you think this has to be the best view of the night, the way he’s on his knees, hair in front of his face and your leg thrown over his shoulder. You hesitate for a moment, taking in a few deep breaths before nodding your head, bracing your hands against the glass and staring down at him with anticipation. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your thigh softly, pressing soft kisses up your thigh and towards the edge of your thong. The hand grasping your behind trails around and gently hooks the bottom of the fabric, moving it to the side and gaining a clear view of your slick ridden pussy. He groans at the sight, eyebrows knitting together as he leans in, his hot breath fanning against your core. “Look at this pussy, so wet… dripping,” he states, eyes drawing upwards towards your face. He watches the way you squirm above him, your stomach twitching as you control your breathing in anticipation, “Is this for me? Wet for me?”

You nod your head, eagerly, praying that it gets him closer to giving you pleasure. Your tone comes out light and breathy, “Yeah… because of you.”

The smirk that forms on his face increases that hot fluttering and you feel your knees go weak. “Yeah, I know, baby,” he whispers, leaning in finally and licking a long strip between your folds. His eyes close at the taste and his arms tighten around your thighs, groaning against your mound and hollowing his lips around your clit. 

You immediately let out a soft whimper of relief, your head hanging down as you watch him before deciding to continue the feeling of him below you. You tilt your head back as he moves closer, kneeling right underneath you and sitting you on top of his face. “Wait,” you breathe, nervous about the position, “Your neck–”

“Don’t worry about it, beautiful,” He grunts, rolling his eyes and fixing the position. Your legs threw over his shoulder and pulled your lower half away from the wall. “I hope you’ve got good core strength.”

He goes back to devouring your cunt, eyes closed as he enjoys the taste of your sweet juice dripping for him. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at his ministrations, the way he immediately has you filled with pleasure is truly something you didn’t expect from the way he was drawing it out earlier. Your moans immediately fill the space, mixing with his as he groans against your pussy. 

“Fuck, Hoon,” you gasp, grinding down against his face, your hands planted against the wall behind you as you try not to go wild, the pleasure becoming stronger as a coil tightens in your lower stomach. 

“Yeah, beautiful,” he groans, flicking his tongue into your dripping hole as he sucks against your clit, the skillful moves making you twitch against him. “Grind against me like that, use my face. Want your juices everywhere.’

The words go straight to your pussy, grinding down harder against him as you feel your hardened nipples scratch against your bra, causing the achiness to grow. Your nails dig into the wall behind you, the pleasure overwhelming. 

You whine his name, face scrunched together as you let the moans spill from your lips freely, fist punching the wall as you gasp. “Cum– fuck, ‘m cumming–!” You moan, feeling the coil snap at an exceptionally hard suck. 

He helps you ride out your orgasm, keeping his tongue flat out for you to use and mumbling incoherent words into your slick pearl. His hands come up, holding onto your waist to stop you from moving and he continues to lap at you for a few more minutes before finally letting his lips go from around your clit. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your thighs and rubbing his hands up and down your torso as you take deep breaths, calming yourself down. “That’s it, calm down,” he whispers, placing your legs back down to the floor and slowly standing, continuing the worship of your body with his plump lips. 

You let your hands drop from the wall, wrapping around his neck to help steady yourself as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding your body close to his. “Wow,” you giggle, smiling as you stare up at him, breathing still heavy, “Didn’t expect you to be that good.”

He raises an eyebrow, humming sarcastically as if he knows that he’s that good. Cocky bastard, you think, watching as he leans in. “You have such low standards if you think that’s good,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against yours softly, continuing to speak against your lips, “I’d hate to know who slept with you prior and couldn’t make you cum.”

“I never said that,” you whisper, shaking your head and leaning in to press another kiss to his lips, pulling back teasingly with a smile, “What else can you do then? Or is it only your tongue that’s got skills?”

He chuckles against your lips, gripping you by your thighs and lifting you up, pressing you further against him. “I guess I’m just going to have to show you, then, huh?” he whispers, grinding your hips down against his, making you feel his bulge straining against his sweats. “Feel that?”

You bite down on your lower lip at the feel of his sweats, staring down at the way a wet patch is left by your slick, furrowing your brows together. “Shit, yeah,” you nod, glancing back up at him. You can’t help but tease him, resting your forehead against his and nudging your nose against his, your lips brushing against his, “Is that for me? Eating me out got you that hard?”

“Fuck, seeing you anywhere got me hard,” He groans, one of his hands slipping down to pull down his sweats and boxers, his straining length hitting against your open cunt. He hisses, furrowing his brows as he grabs at his base, rubbing himself between your folds. “Seeing you in the gym, in those fucking leggings… the way your legs shake everytime you go on the leg press and the weights too heavy, it’s always had my mind going places. The amount of times I’ve wanted to bend you over and fuck you, to claim you, has been way too strong.”

You keep your eyes locked onto him as he rubs himself against you, feeling the way he slickens himself up. He feels fucking huge, and you feel your stomach twist with nerves at the fire burning inside you by his words. “Dirty, dirty boy,” you whisper. 

Before you can say anything else, he thrusts himself up into you, clenching his jaw together at how tight you are. Your mouth drops open at the sudden intrusion, eyes widening and tilting your head back against the wall. 

“Fuck… fuck, your tight,” he grits through teeth, leaning in and hiding his face in your neck. “So tight… so fucking warm too, shit. How aren’t you getting fucked everyday of your life?”

“Fuck, I get it,” you reply, keeping the snarkiness to a T as you tilt your head to face him, pulling his face up, “Maybe you should actually fuck me instead of talking shit–”

Sunghoon cuts you off with a harsh thrust into you, setting a steady pace. His hands grip your waist, bouncing you down onto his cock to meet his hips. “You talk,” he whispers into your ear, biting at your earlobe, “So much shit. I wonder how much you say when I’m not around, huh? I bet you run your mouth like a dirty whore.”

The way his cock slides in and out of you has you becoming light headed, the way his tip presses against your deepest parts has you squeezing your eyes shut and squeezing your walls around him, making you whimper. His hands move down to squeeze at your ass, giving him better leverage to fuck into you. “Yeahhh…” he groans, “That’s it, let yourself get fucked, baby. Let yourself feel it. Feel how deep I am?”

You nod your head, eyes rolling back at the feel of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls. His groans in your ear and the way he holds onto you makes your body allow itself to go limp, knowing that he’s holding your body up, his arm muscles straining against your body. 

“Fuck, like that,” You moan, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and biting down, the sounds of your lewd actions bouncing around the room. The strong movements of his cock pushing your gathered slick out of you, creating wet sounds, the plap plap plap sound filling your ears. Your whines become higher in pitch, fingers digging into his shoulders and potentially breaking skin. 

You feel on cloud 9, your eyes constantly fluttering shut as he continues to pound into you, abusing your cunt, when suddenly, the pleasure stops and he pulls out.

“What, dude?!” You snap, lifting your head up to look at him but he’s already changing your position. He carries you out of the room and onto the balcony, the cool air hitting your body and causing you to hiss. “Sunghoon?”

“Shh,” he shushes, dismissing your words of confusion and rearranging the furniture, pushing the love seat towards the balcony railing with his leg. He pulls you off of him, turning you around and placing your knees against the plush materials, arms braced against the railing. “Open yourself up for me… yeah, like that, arch that back.” He mutters, hand patting at your ass to usher you to move faster. 

His hands brace your hips, aligning himself back up with your entrance and pushing back into the tilt. He bends down, his clothed chest pressed against your back. One of his hands reached to brace against the railing next to yours, his head leaning into your ear. 

“Surprised you’re listening,” he whispers, biting at your neck, licking and kissing the skin, “Just want to be fucked, huh? You going to be nice and loud f’me?”

When you don’t answer, his hand holding your hip moves to the flesh of your ass, a harsh slap meeting your skin. “Answer me.” He grunts, slapping the skin once more. “Are you going to be loud? Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good?”

You whine, head tilting down and pushing back against him, “Yes,” you reply, tilting your head up to look at him over your shoulder, “I’ll be loud.”

That wicked grin greets his lips and he thrusts shallowing into you a few times, watching the way you face immediately retorts, your reaction causing him to chuckle. He straightens up, the warmth hitting your back again and he forces your head forward. “Look at the view, baby, look at how beautiful it is while I fuck you full.”

His hand slides down your back, reaching the clasp of your bra and unclipping it. He helps you take it out, marvelling in your naked arch and the way you gasp as the cold hits your nipples. He gives your ass another spank before starting to thrust, shallowly. 

A small ‘hm’s fall from your lips as he hits deep inside, the pleasure coming in small, short bursts, keeping you on edge. His pace slowly starts to pick up again, wanting to feel the way you clenched around him in wanton, creating a speed as fast as before.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, grabbing onto your hips and starting to thrust into you harder, biting his lip as his thighs meet the back of yours. “Take this dick, like a good girl.”

The way he fucks into you makes your body go limp, the only way to keep yourself up being his balcony railing. Which Sunghoon highly disapproves of.

“Watch the fucking view,” He grunts, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head up. “Do as I say and I’ll let you cum again. I was being generous before, don’t take it for granted.”

His thrusts become more vigorous and he finds himself losing his mind in the deep, wet warmth of your walls. He uses his hold on your hair to help fuck you back into his length, slapping at your ass to encourage you to move you back against him. “That’s it. Listen to Sunghoon, baby.”

The way he spoke in third person pushed you deeper into that submissive state, the snarky comments leaving your mind, only fueled with Sunghoon. SunghoonSunghoonSunghoon. The way his thick tip brushes against your walls, feeling like he’s deeper than before is a whole new feeling of ecstasy. When he feels you becoming slack when bouncing back onto his cock, he spanks your ass, each slap becoming harder throughout time, urging you to continue. 

“Don’t get fucking lazy on me now,” he grunts, draping himself against your back, licking at your ear, laughing at the way you squirm, “Remember, this isn’t about you, is it? It’s about me. I fucking won that fight and you know it–” he punctuates his words with a deep, shallow thrust, “You know it. Bet you were praying that Jay would lose, huh? Just so I can fuck you. That’s why you’re wearing that pretty pink set, hm?”

His grip on your hair leaves, letting your head drop and you manage to find some bite into you despite the stimulated circumstances. “Do you have to mention my fucking brother when your dick is inside of me?

He cackles, right into your ear, making you wince and glare at him over your shoulder, watching the way he presses his forehead against your shoulder. “Damn,” he laughs, sitting up and pulling out, giving you another spank as he feels you gasp. “You’re funny, baby, come on. Wanna see you funny you can be when I’m fucking my cum inside of you.”

You expected him to pick you up this time, but didn’t expect to be thrown over his shoulder, spanking your ass as he walked you back inside. “Fucking love this ass,” he mutters, pressing a slopping kiss to your hip before throwing you down on the bed, “Watching it jiggle as you fucked back into me, jesus, I really wish you could have seen it. It was fucking beautiful. I’ll have to have you ride me next time.” “Next time?” You ask, lifting your body up by propping yourself on your forearms, voluntarily spreading your legs for him to accommodate him in between, wanting that full feeling back. His length was incredibly thick, slightly curved upwards, a pretty flushed colour with the tip of his cock being redder than anything else and god was it veiny. “Thought this was a one time thing?”

He rolls his eyes, grabbing at your ankles and pulling you towards him, resting your legs against his torso as he teases his tip at your entrance, biting his lip and smiling at the way your slick sticks to his length. “Changed my mind,” he breathes, slipping himself inside once more with a groan, “You feel too fucking good to let go. So tight and fuck… feels like heaven.”

He immediately sets a strong pace, bringing your legs together and bringing them to one shoulder, astonished with the way that you get somehow tighter, causing his hips to stutter and his facade to vanish momentarily before he’s leaning down. He bends you like a pretzel, keeping your legs against his shoulder, fists pressed into the mattress beside your head. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” he grunts, thrusting into your hard before pausing for a moment, leaning down and smothering his lips against yours, “If you think I’m letting you go after this, then you’re wrong. God, Jay’s going to be so pissed when he sees you cheering my name and inviting me for thanksgiving dinner, huh?”

“Don’t– fuck, don’t be weird,” you stutter out, his pace quickening once more, your hands reach up to grab ahold of his broad shoulders, knitting your brows at the way his shirt is still on. You know he looks like a greek god under there and there’s no point getting his dick if you can’t see his abs. Your hand trails down from his shoulder to his torso, gripping at the fabric and pulling it up. “Take it off. Off.”

He grunts, lifting back up and taking your legs off of his shoulder, spreading them apart and slapping your inner thigh before reaching his hand up behind him and slipping his shirt over his head. The sight before you has your eyes widening and jaw going slack. 

He’s ripped, absolutely ripped. His arms are even bigger, waist slim and abs defined. His lower abdomen has a few veins that trail down to his v-live and fuck. You have to ride him next time. 

Once the clothing is discarded, he wastes no more time as he grabs your thighs, fucking into you once more at that rapid pace, making you grip the bedsheets below you. God, his languid strokes and the way his hand grips hard onto your legs has your mind wandering. He’s so strong, so fit and the way he throws you around is foreplay itself. 

His cock continues to bully its way inside of you, fucking your womb and the thought itself makes you feral. Like he can read your thoughts, his hands grab your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders and bending down, placing you in a delicious mating press. 

“Oh, fuck-!” You groan, the change of position driving you up the wall and gripping onto his biceps tightly and digging your nails into his skin. Your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head and you’re struggling to stay coherent. “Hoon– Hoonie… Oh, my god, Hoonie!”

“Yeah, baby,” he groans in your ear, leaning down to press his face against your neck, sucking at your skin, “Call my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good. Who is it baby? Tell me.”

“It’s–” you choke out, taking in a deep breath, “It’s you– you, Hoonie! You!”

“That’s right. Good girl. Taking Hoonie’s cock so well, huh?” He coos, nipping at your skin and leaving blemishes across the skin of your neck and collarbone. “All this? Mine. It’s mine now. I deserve this. I won this.”

His words go over your head, reeling in the pleasure when it’s suddenly heightened by the way he sneaks his hand down, pinching at your click before rubbing it roughly, placing an amount of pressure that has you immediately orgasming around his cock. “Oh, fuck!” You moan, back arching at the feel of his tip punching against your womb, the feel of his fingers against your clit has your mind going overboard. “Oh, god! Oh, Sunghoon!”

The feel of your walls spasming around him, causing his orgasm to quickly follow, a few hard, shallow thrusts have him spilling inside, his eyes rolling back as he groans against your neck. 

He prolongs the moment with short thrusts, wanting to keep the feeling of your walls clenched around him forever. He wants it tattooed, a photograph, anything, it just feels so good. Nirvana. Heaven. 

He keeps himself plugged inside you as you both calm down, letting your legs down and running his hands up and down your thighs. “Going to stay the night?” He murmurs, pressing kisses from your neck up to your face, pressing against your cheeks before against his lips. 

“Yeah…” you breathe, nodding your head and leaning into the kiss, “I’ll stay.” 

credits to nishirikies -- do not respost !

[mimagnettic]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ: Vampire Empire

...by Big Thief

❥ Nanami Kento x Reader

Or how Nanami Kento breaks your heart to save his.

Made for Angels Birthday Event!

“Do you even love me anymore?”

“Does it matter?”

You had never heard Nanami’s voice this cold, this uncaring - atleast not directed at you. 

“It does matter, Kento-” You take a step forward, reaching out for your lovers arm. Only for him to take a step back, face morphing into one of anger. Maybe even disgust. Your heart cracks, but you push on. “You can’t look me in the eye and say that. After everything?”

He ran a hand through his disheveled blond hair, exhaling slowly, deliberately, like he was holding something back - rage, grief, the truth. 

“You're better off without me.”

“That’s not your decision to make.”

“Yes, it is,” he bit, stepping closer. His voice wasn’t raised, but it was sharp. Cold steel. Not the warm mahogany you had learned to love. “I kill for a living. I bury friends. I count hours until I die. I’m not your future.” 

“Then why did you make me fall in love with you?”

Your voice was nothing but a whisper, yet it felt like shattered glass sliced right through his heart. Nanami tensed. Eyes flickering with something more than rage, guilt and shame - love, but it was gone the moment you saw it. He turns his head to the side, not meeting your eyes.

“Because I was selfish,” he hissed, turning the knife, even if it twisted in his own chest too. “Because I wanted to pretend for a while. But I’m done pretending now.”

You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks freely now. “You’re lying.”

“No. I’m freeing you.” His voice broke then. Just a little. Barely noticeable unless you knew him. Unless you loved him. You did.

“You’re not freeing me,” you choked. “You’re punishing me. You’re punishing yourself. Just say you’re scared. Say you’re scared to lose me. Say you love me and this fucking job makes it hard to sleep at night, and you don’t want me crying over your corpse. Say that!”

But Nanami didn't say anything. Not until the silence felt like hours, not until your sobs turned into sniffles. Tired.

“I hate you for this,” you whispered.

“I hope you do,” he replied, voice tired, desperate and done. “So just go.”

But when you slammed the door behind you, Nanami collapsed to the floor where he stood, hands shaking. His face in his palms. regret and pain thrumming in his veins.

“I love you. God, I love you.” He breathed out, apologies spilling past his lips. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,"

A.N. Now, would nanami do this? Probably not. Does it still hurt to think about the possibility? Yes.

[mimagnettic]

mdni, angst, toji x reader

It was one of those quiet evenings you loved so dearly. The rain beat down gently against the windows, the TV created a low hum in the background, and your older boyfriend was on the couch. A cold can of beer you had so kindly fetched him lay crumpled on the ground, the remainder of its contents dripping onto your newly-purchased rug. 

There was no indication that he saw. Or maybe he did. Maybe he just didn't care. 

But it was okay, right? He’s your boyfriend. Sure, he was a little grimy. He didn’t have a stable job, nor did he provide you with emotional safety and security— something a man of his age should have been able to give. You also argued often, frustrated with the way he never answered your calls. Nor did he ever communicate properly, causing bouts of insecurity and self-doubt to bubble up deep within you until you cried. Only then would Toji attempt to soothe your emotions with half-hearted apologies. 

The sex was good, at least. That’s probably why you stayed. Toji knew how to touch you right, not at all like those useless scrubs you used to hang out with. The ones he saved you from, in his words. Under his hulking body, you could forget about all of those empty nights in your bed, the constant missed calls, and especially the way he never truly looked at you. Not unless he wanted to empty a load inside of you. 

But back to the present.

You sat quietly beside him— as if you were his shadow, waiting to be spoken to and never speaking first. His legs were spread wide whereas yours were tucked neatly underneath you. 

Perhaps… you should break the silence tonight. See where it led you. 

“Do you believe in soulmates, ‘ji?” You murmured in a manner far too sweet than what your boyfriend deserved. He didn’t even look your way when you spoke, merely grunting lowly in response. 

A shrug. 

“Yeah, I guess,” he muttered after a brief beat of silence. “Think I already met mine."

You blinked, a warm feeling beginning to form deep within you. Oh, how your heart soared. You beamed at him, leaning forward until your hand brushed against a bulky knee. He scratched at his softening stomach dismissively. 

He thought of you as his soulmate? 

You were about to respond— lips already parting, heart fluttering, until Toji interrupted in that careless voice of his. 

“She died, though.”

And your smile disappeared, before it could fully bloom like the flowers resting on his dear wife's grave. 

“Oh. Right,” you murmured, daring to let out a strained laugh. “Sorry.”

You should have known better. 

Toji chuckled, like he didn’t take you seriously. That’s when a rushed mumble of ‘I love you’ spilled from your lips, thinking that it’d fix things. What else could you do? 

He patted your knee, as if you were some sort of mutt bringing him back a stick after a round of fetch. There was no reassurance in his touch, no comfort. It felt cold.

“Don’t worry your pretty ‘lil head about it,” was all he said before getting up and heading off to grab himself another beer. 

Your face burned terribly, body prickling with embarrassment. The can on the floor caught your attention once more, your eyes fixed on the way it still soaked the rug below. Your breathing was shallow as you listened to his heavy footsteps walk further away from you.

Too far.

[mimagnettic]

Let Go

group : ateez

pairing : ex boyfriend!idoll!yunho × reader

genre : angst

wc : 4.3 k

tw : break up, angst, accident , dark theme (do not read if you're susceptible to dark thoughts)

a/n : i got this idea from reading @nonclassyparty's series, the 'subtle variations of heartbreak' particularly the yunho one and I'm not in a mentally good place so ofc i thought about this lmao

buy me coffee ?

Yunho was never one to loom in the past. His motto had always been 'just keep swimming' so he made sure that whatever happened in his life, he would go with it and just face it like a man. That was why people thought Yunho was so perfect, he had no regrets. But they would be wrong. Out of all the things in the world, there was one thing he regretted the most and being back at the place where it all began stirred something in Yunho. Maybe it was a mix of nostalgia and guilt, but whatever it is, the pain was a bit addicting as it allowed him to indulge in the memory of you.

It was around the time he graduated from high school. Everyone was excited to go forward, most of his friends had passed the college entrance exam while some had decided to continue their family business. That was what people expected from his town which was why when Yunho announced that he was going to focus on being an idol and move to the heart of the country, people were thrilled.

One of those people was you.

You had been Yunho's rock ever since you both started dating in the 9th grade, sticking together through thick and thin, you with your studies and Yunho with his training. It was hard but you both made it work and you both became the school's power couple, the couple who will end up together no matter what. In fact, you had been the one encouraging Yunho to pursue training no matter the distance while you helped as best as you could. So you both really had gone through everything including fights because you both were tired, had doubts over the future, and bad exam results from your hakwon and his monthly evaluation. You both wet through all that and still stuck together.

So it made sense that even after you got accepted to a prestigious university in KAIST, you still made plans to be in Yunho's life. Little did you know, he wasn't planning the same.

It was one afternoon and you were scrolling through your course catalogue with your mom while discussing how to move your things to the dorm in two weeks time when there was a knock on the front door, surprising you and your mom. But it wasn't a surprise to see Yunho on the other side with a small smile on his face. You noticed that he had been rather gloomy this past couple of weeks and you thought that it was because he was sad that he was going to be separated from you. Well, in a sense he was.

"Hi Mrs. (y/l/n), can I borrow (y/n) for a while?" Yunho politely asked for permission which had become some sort of redundant request since your mom would actually be the one to encourage you two to spend more time together. Even though you lived on the same street, your mom knew that as youngsters in love, no amount of time is enough time, especially with what's just up ahead. So it didn't really surprise you when your mom practically pushed you out the door and told you to not worry about coming home late, she had even given you and Yunho some money to spend.

So you both found yourselves walking side-by-side with ice cream in your hands. You both got an ice cream cone of your favourite flavours. But not even the sweetness of the treat managed to melt the sourness off of Yunho's face. You had even tried to hold Yunho's hand as you both walked slowly from the convenience store but he was too deep in his thought to even notice. Heck, he was too deep in his thought to utter a single word.

Just as you were about to ask him what was wrong, Yunho abruptly halted his steps and turned to look at you.

"We need to break up," he stated.

For a moment you thought you heard wrong so you tried chuckling it off, "Um, what?" you asked awkwardly, feeling your heartbeat rising. Yunho sighed and stood firm, "We need to break up," he repeated, the same intonation and cadence making him seem so robotic and detached. But even then you recognize the seriousness which caused your eyebrows to furrow, "Wait, what the hell? Why? Where is this coming from?" Without wavering, Yunho looked directly into your eyes determinedly, "We are about to journey our own paths. Let's not hold each other back," and you couldn't help but get more confused, "Hold each other back? What- Where- How-," it was obvious that the logic alludes you because you had planned the perfect strategy to still maintain your relationship with Yunho while he was preparing for his debut and you for your education.

Then an idea hit you.

"Did the company ask you to break up with me?" Now it was Yunho who furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Did you tell them before we could make a plan on how to tell them?" you added.

You both were well aware that once Yunho's debut date got nearer you two would have to press pause on the relationship in a way. You both knew that it was unrealistic for an idol to be dating not because he was trying to put his fans first but more because you didn't want his dedication to stray. You knew how a relationship can cause someone to lose sight of their goal and Yunho would be sharing his goal with apparently seven other people, one whom you've grown to like as he was just like the gentle giant of a boyfriend you had. So you both were planning on telling the company together, trusting them to protect Yunho and should it come down to it, you as well.

"No, they don't even know I'm dating anyone. But you made a good point, I don't feel comfortable going through a commitment with my agency with this big of a secret weighing me down."

The words Yunho used hurt you because first, he insinuated that he WANTED the breakup not because you two should and then he was basically saying that you were in the way.

So you scoffed and crossed your arms on your chest, standing up to him, "So I'm a burden now?" Even during your previous fights with Yunho, he'd know when he'd struck a nerve and he would either take it back or explain what he actually meant. But the sigh he let out before answering you gave you the chills and not the good ones. "If you're going to act this way then yes, I think you're a burden now." You didn't know how Yunho was able to say such things to you so easily because you know for a fact that had it been you in his position, no matter the situation, you wouldn't have been able to say something with such gravity towards someone you know you live with what you can only discern as nonchalance.

If Yunho felt bad at the way you reacted to his harsh words, shoulders slumped and eyes glassy, he was doing a particularly great job at hiding it. Even as you sniffled and wiped some stray tears away, the look on Yunho's face didn't change. It wasn't like you were expecting for him to change his mind or take back his words just because you were looking so pathetic, but you didn't expect him to seem so detached either.

"Look, this was bound to happen anyways, (y/n), you know it. We had agreed that we would pause our relationship when-" "PAUSE, Yunho, not BREAK UP!" you cut him off, this time unable to hold your emotion at bay. "Well, why wait? Why do we have to wait to take a pause when I FINALLY debuted? Even then, why should we hang onto each other, hovering in uncertainties for God knows how long? I don't want to live like that, (y/n), not when I'm leaving tonight!"

As if things weren't already so abrupt and surprising for you, you were thrown with the newest revelation. The plan was for you two to leave home on the same day, preventing the other to remain in loneliness in the place you both shared so many memories with. But truly, this was a betrayal on top of more betrayal.

Considering the situation Yunho had put you in, it was hard to not believe that Yunho didn't care at all about you. In the past 10 minutes, he had hurt you more than anyone else ever did in your life and you just want to get away.

So you did.

You took a step back and sighed in defeat, looking at him for what you thought would be the last time ever, "Well then, I wish you the luck you deserve, Yunho. Truly, I hope your decision stays with you longer than you allowed me to." With that, you turned around and walked back home alone, crying the whole way, leaving Yunho in his spot to let the reality of what happened sink in. He never expected you to react well, he was breaking up with you or goodness sake, but he never expected the situation to taste so bitter in his mouth. All he could do was hope that it was truly for the best. Regret be damned.

"So how are the boys, Yunho?" his mom asked, smiling at her eldest as he slurped down his noodles. Yunho took a moment to chew his food properly before answering, "They're great. We've been so busy with work, we don't even have time to argue properly," he joked, making his parents laugh, "How's Gunho? How's the house?" The question made his mom roll her eyes, "You wouldn't have to ask if you come home! We've moved to the new neighbourhood for two years already and you barely spent two weeks in total!" because home is not home when (y/n) is not around, "Sorry mom, my schedule is very unpredictable so I can't really do anything about it." Thankfully, his dad chimed in, nodding along, "He's right honey, you know Yoo Seunghwan's son, the one working at that corporation thing, he's worked so hard that he couldn't even stay back during that school reunion! You remember that, right Yunho?" of course Yunho remembered. It was the first high school reunion and Yunho had to reject the invitation, saying that he was expected to go abroad around that time when in fact, he didn't want to face you. Not since the last time he saw you. And it wasn't even that time he broke up with you in front of the convenience store.

In all honesty, Yunho had been thinking about you nonstop these past couple of months. It had been years since Yunho saw, talked, or even heard about you. He became irrational, actively avoiding people just so he wouldn't know how much you thrived without him while he remembered the night of his debut when he cried himself to sleep and had to be consoled by San, Mingi, and Wooyoung who thought he was emotional over the achievement when in fact he was crying because he had worked so hard for the debut and that he wouldn't have been ab;e to go that far had it not been for your support but now that the moment arrived, he couldn't share it with you. It was then that he realized how badly he fucked up by breaking things off with you so coldly. You meant so much to him but he let stress get the best of him so much so that he took it out on you. He could still remember the way you looked at him and no, it wasn't that time he broke up with you in front of the convenience store.

"Do you guys know what happened to (y/n)?"

Yunho froze when he realized he had accidentally blurted out the question. He had wondered internally, of course but he didn't mean to ask it out loud. He was about to take it back when he saw the way his parents looked at each other weirdly.

"What?" He asked, curious, "Do you guys know something?" he pressed, now curious. While his dad avoided his gaze, his mom was looking at him with pity in her eyes.

"Oh my God, she got married didn't she?" Yunho choked, feeling his heart clench so painfully, thinking that he had lost you to another man. Not that it should have meant anything to Yunho considering he was the one who tossed you aside so easily.

His mom frantically tried to calm him down, disliking the distressed look on her son's face. "No, no, no, no, no, honey, no! It's nothing like that, believe me! It's just..." she trailed off, slapping his dad on the arm to make him look at her. One stern look and he sighed, relenting and nodding, "I guess he should know. It's about time," he said. Yunho stared at his parents with furrowed eyebrows, "Know about what?" he asked, but his mom only smiled sadly, "We'll take you there after this." The way they were acting and speaking made Yunho worry and he started internally blaming himself for not trying to get an update about you sooner. It would have probably been a better idea for him to still keep in touch but again, the pain of remembering that it was his fault that the whole thing even happened in the first place was more than he could bear. He was being so pathetic.

The rest of the lunch was concluded rather quickly after that and soon enough Yunho found himself in the backseat of his parents' car.

Another wave of nostalgia washed over him as he watched over the road, remembering the last time he had passed the same street which was the same day he broke up with you. The very last time he had seen you with his own two eyes, shrouded in the darkness of the night but still very much visible to his eyes.

Yunho decided not to dilly-dally, shoved everything he needed to bring into the trunk of his parent's car, and slammed the door shut. At the same time, he turned around to get back inside the house to call for his parents, he saw you slamming the door of your house and speed-walking to the other side of the road as if trying to get away in a rush. Had it been any other time, Yunho would've rushed to your side and done whatever he had to do to make you smile again. But his convictions solidified his decision and hardened his heart so instead of rushing to you, he simply turned and went on with his plan.

Yunho thought that it would be hard to decide to pretend to not care about you. Well, he was correct on that because his mind was plagued by the distraught look on your face. sure he only saw it for less than 5 seconds, but the impact was greater than he could imagine. It didn't help that the car drove in the exact same path you took and Yunho kept wondering what you might be thinking about. Pathetic.

The constant questions of you in his head halted the moment he saw a familiar figure in a familiar spot. His eyes had been so used to your figure that it just immediately recognized you sitting in the spot you both had claimed. Yunho immediately got reminded of the time you both ducked there to shield yourselves from the scorching summer sun, the time the two of you were joking around too much that you accidentally pushed each other into the deep lake, causing you both to be fished out and scolded by the authorities, and although it was a bad idea, the time you two found shelter during a harsh rain with thunders that terrified you but you told him that you felt safer because he was with you. The memories didn't help Yunho. In fact, it made him feel nauseated, almost vomiting in the car from the mixed feelings. He didn't want to admit it then but the guilt was gnawing at his insides so ruthlessly, he thought it was simply him finally experiencing a break-up and that the feeling was normal.

Almost comically, as the car's headlights illuminated your figure, you turned around and your eyes stared straight into Yunho's. Not that you knew because you were practically blinded. On the other hand, Yunho could see the redness on your face and the tears streaming down your cheeks so clearly that the pain that was already plaguing his heart increased tenfold.

"Yunho, dear, isn't that (y/n)?" His mom asked.

Time moved slowly for him and in that duration, he was able to carve the brokenhearted look on your face in his mind. But even then, Yunho only averted his gaze and softly muttered a reply to his mom, "Yeah, that's her." Sensing that he didn't want to talk about it, his parents kept quiet and drove on, allowing Yunho to his own thoughts.

"What are we doing here?" Yunho asked as he got out of the car, nervously looking around the park where he last saw you. The parking space they took was not far from your spot. Heck, he could see the tree from where he was standing.

"You remember the last time you saw (y/n)?" His mom linked her arm around Yunho's and she slowly started to lead him forward, obviously going towards the spot while his dad walked alongside him on his other side.

The night I ignored her crying at our spot. "Yeah, I broke up with her in front of the convenience store," he lied. His mom shook her head, "No, sweetie. We were driving you to move into your dorm when we passed by her, right in this park, over there by the tree," she pointed, not realizing that Yunho knew damn well what she was talking about. "Oh..." Yunho couldn't help but duck his head in shame, the closer the spot got, the harder it was for him to keep his emotions in check and it was almost impossible when his dad placed a hand on his shoulder. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I only suggested it because I think you deserve to know," his dad said.

Anxiety bubbled in Yunho's chest, he didn't like the way his parents were talking as if something had happened to you.

"You guys are freaking me out, what-"

His voice died in his throat the moment they arrived at the spot. What was usually a clear spot with grass under the big tree now had a small spot seemingly dedicated to something, trinkets littered the spot; small ones like beaded bracelets and bigger ones like some very familiar plushies, But on top of them all, the picture of you stood out the most to Yunho.

"What's this?" Yunho asked, voice wavering slightly as his eyes continuously scanned the area. Deep down he already knew what happened, but he didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it.

His mom was already tearing up the moment they got there, reliving her memories when she had heard about you. Seeing this, his father stepped up.

"I'm sorry to say this, son. (y/n)... She's gone. She died," he stated with a voice so emotional and so soft, that Yunho almost thought that he was hallucinating.

"Wh- when- How? How long ago was this?" he asked, glassy eyes finally lifted from the trinkets to look at his dad, seeking answers and hope. Though reluctant, his dad decided that he couldn't let another minute go by without letting Yunho know as he had been kept away from the information long enough.

"That day we drove you to your dorm. (y/n) had an accident."

There it was, the loud crack of his world-shattering.

You had been crying yourself since you came back from the convenience store. Heart broken, hopes shattered, it didn't help that your mom had attempted to console you. Her kind words and caring treatment only made you feel worse which was why you felt the need to escape reality, you wanted to wallow to yourself for just a while before you were told that everything was going to be okay because it wasn't. It was absolutely not okay for you and you needed to not be okay first before you could be okay again.

Despite fearing running into Yunho, you pushed past the fear and ran straight out, going to the first place you could think of where you could be safe with your feelings. You had cried so much that you couldn't even cry properly anymore, only silent tears as pain engulfed you whole. It was hard to breathe and it felt like it was hard to go on living. It wasn't just the fact that you were broken up with, it was the fact that it was Yunho who had broken up with you in such a ruthless way. As much as you hated to admit it, you couldn't help but feel like it was as if he had used you. For what, you didn't know, you no longer knew what to think because first, you thought that you and Yunho were solid but apparently that was utter bullshit, then you thought that you and Yunho had a plan but apparently, he had one of his own that he preferred, and lastly, you thought that you and Yunho could go through anything but apparently, the fact that each of you had different paths planned was enough to break everything.

As if life wasn't making such a joke out of you enough, you saw Yunho's car coming your way. The headlights blinded you and you weren't sure what was going on inside. But for some odd reason, the blinding lights were enough to numb you completely from all the senses there is. For a moment, you couldn't see anything and all you could hear was the ringing in your ear but it felt comforting.

Without you realizing it, you had moved too close to the edge of the grass and slipped into the lake. The cold rendered you inanimate and the water engulfed you completely. At first splash, reality hit that you had fallen into the lake but soon the cold water provided some pressure that felt like a hug to you. The darkness and the way the water blocked sounds other than the comforting sloshes of water pulled you into a realm of otherworldly tranquillity and in that moment you made a decision that would alter your life forever.

You decided to let go.

This time, at the same spot you mourned over your heart, Yunho found himself mourning over his love. His love that was lost. His love that HE let loose.

"They found her body in the morning, her parents thought she had gone to one of her friend's houses considering the state she was in when she left, they didn't think to worry until the police found her right here," his dad explained, he too was crying at the memory of finding out what had happened to you.

Yunho's knees buckled and he staggered to find support on the tree that held a lot of the memories you both shared. "W-why didn't I know this? She was g-gone for so long, how- how did I not know?" Yunho was stuttering, his mind working doubles trying to make sense of things. His mom crouched down next to him and grabbed his hand, "You were starting your journey, sweetie, we didn't want you to stray because of this. Also," his mom paused to look up at his dad who could only nod at her slowly, "(y/n)'s parents asked us to not tell you that early. They told us that (y/n) had did her best supporting you throughout everything, wanting nothing more than you to succeed in your own path so they don't want to jeopardize her dedication. They want to make sure her efforts paid off."

It wasn't as if Yunho had hoped to hear something that would make him feel better because he knew nothing in the world would. He had been so horrible to you that last day and he had been so horrible after that by actively not trying to get to know how you were. His pride should not have mattered to him so much so he settled with just not knowing how you were. That was not something he was supposed to do. More and more, he regretted the way he treated you that final day and how he had been so unfair to you. No amount of tears and no matter how loud he cried would make up for what he had done and he believed that your demise was his fault. Had he stopped the car that night to acknowledge you even for just a moment, maybe the situation would have been different. Maybe he wouldn't have lost you.

Lost you.

That was ironic since he was the one who pushed you away. He broke you in your final moments.

And now, Yunho was left unable to properly apologize to you for what he had done. Unable to tell you how much he hated himself for what he did. Unable to tell you how you deserved way better than him. Unable to tell you how he wanted to work, no matter how hard you would make it, just so you would accept his apology.

But now all he could accept was the bitter reality that there was nothing he could do to make things right.

All he could accept was that he had let go first.

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Feel it- C.SC

Summary: making seungcheol jealous might not be a good idea (it's a great idea).

Contains: dom! seungcheol x subfem!reader, possessive Cheol, unprotected sex, degradation (heavy) , choking (by hand, by biceps), headlock, dirty talk, reader is simp for Cheol.lil fluffy in the end

Word count: 3 k

A/N: don't you sometimes just want headlocks from Cheol :3

Minors don't interact.

Seungcheol has a big heart, he's someone who would happily give up the bigger portion his favourite food without any lingering bitterness in his heart.he lets his friends borrow his high-end clothes and shoes without expecting them to return it. he's someone who doesn't mind sharing and loves he can be helpful and wanted, needed by the people he loves.

He kinda gets a confidence boost realising what he has is desired by people around him , the ownership remains with him despite the possession being with someone else, whether it be his clothes, shoes, watches, pcs or even his past girlfriends.

However with you, seungcheol can't even let the thought of his friends hugging you in a friendly way pass in his mind without feeling like someone has shoved a knife in his throat and is twisting it .

You are untouchable for him, someone who can't be tainted by the gaze of others , even thinking about you should be privilege for them —he thinks.

Seungcheol knows how hot you are and he also sympathizes with random average guys who can never bag a beauty like you in their cursed lifetime but you are his and only his .

He hides this part of himself, the side of him which is overly possesive over you and which gets nauseous thinking about you just talking with other guys. He doesn't want to scare you off with that toxic trait and make you feel trapped. The last thing he wants is to make his little baby sad and uncomfortable because of his own insecurity.

On the other hand you were frustrated and angry and in pain cause' seungcheol was holding himself back from absolutely breaking the spines of your guy friends whose eyes lingered a little too long on your form and acted all fine and nonchalant when his friends gave you hugs and teased you with flirty remarks.

Occasionally, once in a blue moon, you were able to capture the dark glint and anger in his eyes but it disappeared as soon as it formed.

In bed when he's balls deep inside you his idgaf attitude crumbles and he fucks you so hard like he's trying to ingrave the shape of his cock inside your pussy and hit you with the realisation that no one can fuck you better than him, no one can make you feel so good that you can't even form coherent words and cry helplessly without knowing whether you want him to stop or choke you to the point of passing out.

Still in those moments he doesn't admit he's jealous and wants to hide you from the world, keeping you locked in his bedroom forever. Oh how tempting that idea sounds. You want cheol to break Fully, let his possessive side out and make him claim you, you want him in ways you can't explain without sounding insane.

you will do whatever in your power to break seungcheol's cool guy act even if it's a little scandalous.

"your biceps are so big ,I never really noticed just how big they actually are, mingyu!!"

you squeaked ,oogling at mingyu's biceps, mingyu smirked, blatant cockiness clear on his features but Seungcheol visibly tensed beside you a little, taken aback by your sudden interest in mingyu or particularly in his biceps . seungcheol thinks his ones are probably much bigger and better.

"oh, really? Wanna feel erm' angel?" Mingyu asked extending his bicep to your face and flexing it you won't lie they looked absolutely delicious and you want to bite that muscular flesh but you want to make seungcheol jealous not play with his confidence so you just resorted to touching and squeezing the muscle softly and letting out a excited sound mimicking a child.

"damn, it's really just soo hard and big~~"

air in the room shifted at your comment, the underlying meaning being understood by everyone and their reactions being exactly what you wished for .

You looked at seungcheol while your hand still remained on mingyu's bicep and the look he gave you almost made you get on your knees and beg for his forgiveness. He was glaring at you. Note that he never glared at anyone and the anger in his eyes made you drop your hand right then and there.

"I guess she had too many drinks tonight let me take her home" seungcheol announced, the friend group knew you didn't even have a sip of alcohol and were fully conscious playing games . However mingyu quite didn't like the fact seungcheol was tearing you off of him so soon, he actually grew quite fond of your attention.

"she doesn't drink why you are lying to us?" Mingyu smirked before continuing "your ego so brittle that you can't handle your girl praising your friend?"

Now, you want to slap mingyu cause' he was adding fuel to the fire you ignited yourself, you wanted cheol a lil bit in a sour mood a lil bit angry not what you are currently dealing with; him eyeing you like you're his prey and tightly gripping your wrist as he dragged you out of party ,not giving his friends one single glance.

You already love this.

The whole ride back to home was silent and uneventful, he didn't even looked at you nor his hand was resting on top of your thigh,so you thought he won't even talk to you let alone touch you .

As soon as you entered your shared apartment seungcheol pinned you against the nearest wall, his hand pulling your hair and tugging your head backwards,studying your face intensely . here he is; pure uncontrolled anger in his eyes mixed with endless lust.

Seungcheol ran his tongue over your lips not kissing you just wetting them then suddenly he bite your lower lip harshly drawing out a little blood," you keep acting like a slut maybe it's just the time I treat you like one"

"I -i was just trying to be friendly" you whined licking up your lips, tasting faint mixture of blood, your cherry lip gloss and whiskey from seungcheol's spit(yum),. your words only earned a scoff from him.

"whoring yourself out to my friends isn't called being friendly sweetheart" seungcheol chides, the sweet nickname sounding nothing close to sweet. technically you weren't really whoring yourself but the way seungcheol said it with so much malice made your core quiver in anticipation.

His mouth moved down to your neck, inhaling your scent before sucking onto your sensitive neck harshly as he strangled your neck putting quick and intense pressure on your windpipe making you cough,being unable to breathe you tried pulling seungcheol's hand off your neck but he didn't even budged a bit.

Your useless attempt to get him off you sending blood rushing down his cock.

You felt your vision blacking out before seungcheol released you, he detached his mouth off you before giving one last stinging and painful bite.you swear he was a vampire in his past life. You sucked air in relief, your surroundings blurry, only thing you could focus on was on breathing and drinking up the image of your boyfriend being all hot and bothered infront of you. You won't have complained even if he made you pass out, infact you would have thanked him.

"does this turn you on?hm? let's see" Seungcheol asked, bunching your dress up by one hand while another pressed hard against your clothed pussy cupping it savagely and you moaned. the touch being so intense for you as you were desperate and sensitive since evening.you wore your favorite lingerie which was pure lace, it did terrible job at hiding your overflowing arousal.

Seungcheol fingered you through your panties pumping them vaguely just wanting to make a mess, precum gushing out and smearing on his whole hand "as expected, dripping like a broken brain dead cum dump"

His crude words travelled straight to your pussy, making it clench against his fingers which barely entered inside.

"Cheol—" whatever you were about to say died down in your throat as he as he pulled your panties upwards, the material rubbing between your pussy lips roughly, you cried out feeling the sharp pain mixed with pleasure.

"you crying? I haven't even done anything yet baby" fake sympathy was dripped off from his voice as he cooed at you, pushing your panties to the side before dipping two fingers inside you, pushing them as deep as they can go as his thumb played with your clit. You were so sensitive and his touch was so unforgiving, the coil inside your stomach tightened, mind hazy with pleasure.

before you could reach your high, seungcheol withdraw his fingers from your cunt and grabbed your jaw in an unforgiving grip, pushing his fingers inside your mouth, making you taste yourself as he toyed with your tongue, flattening it down. Your spit was dripping down your chin uncontrollably, you felt disgusted but it was was heavenly sight for him.

"pathetic" seungcheol mumbled to himself before removing his fingers from your mouth and wipping them down your dress. He started walking towards your bedroom while you just stayed glued to your place waiting for his next command.

"follow me" seungcheol demanded with full blatant authority you started walking, following him before he hissed and turned towards you"crawl baby, crawl like a fucking dog"

You contemplated for one solid second before getting down on your knees and hand, crawling towards him. utter humiliation and shame spreading in your veins but pussy clenching and dripping around nothing but air,feeling so turned on and drunk on him, his commands, his gaze. Your boobs hung down and bounced as you kept crawling. You looked so hot and ruined and seungcheol was only planning to ruin you more and more.

Your face was squished in bedsheets ,ass in the air and drooling helplessly like a dog being pounded by Seungcheol from behind without ounce of care, like you were nothing but a fucktoy. The way he was manhandling you so effortlessly made your mind all mushy. he could easily break you if he wanted to and that fact makes you whimper helplessly.

"look at you drooling and howling like a bitch ,you wish Mingyu was the one fucking your tight cunt right?"

Seungcheol grunted, giving you a particularly sharp thrust as the memory of you squishing Mingyu's muscles clouded his mind, how could you flirt with other guy and the other guy being his bestfriend?, he thought he was probably not fucking you enough.

don't wa-nt anyone else —want you cheol" you whined in between your moans but your statement only fueled his anger, he grabbed the soft flesh of your ass roughly, nails piercing the skin, "darling, shut the fuck up" he spanked you hard , your other cheek getting the same treatment. pussy gushing uncontrollably getting high off the pain.

Suddenly, seungcheol slowed down his thrusts, an idea, a thought maybe sparking up in his head. He looked at your frame, hair sticking to forehead, eye makeup completely ruined, lipstick smeared and barely visible cause' he made you choke on his cock while pinching your nose making you drool like a broken water faucet. now he was about to choke you again but in some intresting way .

Seungcheol pulled your body closer to him, being able to manhandle you easily because of his sheer strength. He wrapped on of his arm around your neck, slowly tightening it around your neck and when the realisation hit you , you were unable to breathe, lungs panicking in fear as seungcheol's bicep strangled your neck.

"Seungcheol—" you choked, little hands flying to his bicep in useless attempt of making him loosen his arm. nails digging sharply, making him hiss.

"Feel it baby, are they smaller than mingyu's?" Seungcheol asked rhetorically as he resumed to plunging his cock deeper inside your pussy, he could feel you clenching so hard, warm walls hugging his cock perfectly.

You were feeling like being on cloud nine, experiencing heaven, as seungcheol's thick bicep made you lose your sanity, his delicious scent hitting your nose and his arm felt like it was meant to be there, he flexed it so hard that you were able to feel each muscle, even a thick vein. Breathing wasn't necessary,you could die like this as your lifelong dream of being headlocked by Seungcheol was finally fulfilled and it better than you ever imagined while his cock head was literally kissing your cervix . Never once in your life you experienced such a euphoric feeling .

"can't breathe?" Seungcheol asked, clearly mocking you as he saw how your eyes were literally at back of your skull, he loosened his grip a little bit not wanting to make you pass out but you whined , your high pitched voice ringing in his ears."please Cheol, keep choking me"

God , you were actually deranged seungcheol thought, how could you be such an insane masochist who prioritizes headlock over breathing. He felt such a visceral desire to ruin you further, his cock threatening to blow his load in you any moment.

"never dimmed you to be such a braindead painslut " Seungcheol grunted, his thrust getting sloppy as he tightened his hold around your neck again and you felt alive again ironically. Your stomach churn uncomfortably, feeling your orgasm approaching soon but you were too gone to ask for his permission or form any sensible words. all you could focus on being ravaged by seungcheol.

"you are close right? have you forgotten your manners to beg before cumming, doll?" Seungcheol asked, as his other hand travelled down to your clit, pinching the swelled up pearl roughly and it was enough for you to let go of yourself right then and there, all thoughts flying out of your brain as you squirted around seungcheol. Your juices dripping on the mattress, on his thighs. Fucking everywhere. incoherent words and moans leaving your mouth as you reached your high

"fucking messy baby" seungcheol cooed, loving the way you looked so gone and dumb. So beautiful and all his. He gave you one last thrust before emptying his balls inside your pussy, warm cum making home inside your walls. It was the best feeling in the world, being filled up by seungcheol's thick ropes of cum.

You felt so full as seungcheol kept plunging his cum deep inside you with soft thrusts. You kept moaning and whimpering, feeling like being teleported into another dimension. Seungcheol released your neck, layed you on mattress with care like he didn't rearranged your guts. He removed his cock from your walls, his and your cum dripping out of you uncontrollably, beautifully. He stopped himself from shoving it back inside your pussy as he knew you were a little too sensitive.

He layed beside you, hugging your frame tightly, as he patted your head gently and kissed your forehead. You felt like you jelly, being kissed and held by Seungcheol after such an intense sex was exactly what you needed, reminder that behind all that animalistic desire and actions is soft unimaginable love .

"are you still angry on me?" you asked after few minutes, looking into Seungcheol's eyes and seeing no once of anger that you previously witnessed, just filthy admiration.

Seungcheol sighed" I wasn't angry love, just jealous, very jealous, I honestly don't like you giving other guys attention,—its just —i feel like killing them when they look at you— i know you only love me but—"

You cut off seungcheol by giving him a quick peck on his lips, he stared at you dumbly.

"you are being so hot right now, Cheol" you beamed increasing Seungcheol's confusion even more .

"what? you don't think it's toxic?" Seungcheol asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"I pulled today's stunt just to make you admit it aloud love, I am not as timid as you think, I want you to fuck your anger and jealousy in me, be possesive over me do all sorts of things with me, use me as you please " you whispered the last part, holding back a moan. Seungcheol's eyes again darkened with desire as he hissed, a cocky smirk adorning his face.

"Careful babydoll, you're making me hard again"

A/N: Sooo Yeahh.. Yeahh, please like and reblog if you like it.

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Lost Sight of My Treasure Masterlist

Summary: Hongjoong agreed to get married if she promised that he'd never have to choose between her and his career, but he didn't realize that his priorities would have to change when they had a child.

genre/warnings: angst, fluff

pairings: idol!dad!hongjoong x reader

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HACKER!STEPBRO HEESEUNG - TRAPPED.

The one where your antisocial stepbro pretends he's not obsessed—while secretly hacking you, jerking off to your secrets, and discovering about your desire. He’s obsessed… And you'll use it.

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CONTENT ↠ nsfw! mdni!, smut, angsty toxic Heeseung, obsessive, psychosexual dark vibes step bro Heeseung, stalker heeseung, if I can't have you no one can typpa heeseung, deep voyeurism kink, needy/pervy/manipulative reader, strong depiction of fantasies, sexual tension, consensual edging, p in the v, overstimulation, , light choking, public act, bad behavior's reader.

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Was literally obsessed with those two songs when writing this : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/4OFZVvqlg84Czl7td7XddK?si=rakigTTnSJyY8CnPyp8A7w

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Heeseung barely glanced up the first time you met.

Not when your mom introduced you, her laugh sharp and grating over the clink of designer glassware. Not when she called you her little angel, like she hadn’t spent the last decade ignoring your existence—like a piece of cloth begging to be brought back just because it’s trendy now. And definitely not when you smiled at him like you actually meant it.

He just slouched further into his hoodie—hood up, sleeves covering half his hands like armor. Said something that might’ve been “hey,” but it sounded more like: I don’t give a shit.

You smiled anyway. Quiet, composed. Like you didn’t notice he hadn’t met your eyes yet, hadn’t even registered the color of his irises. He had a good face, for sure. And a nice name. Heeseung. Hee—seung.

Let’s try not to forget it…

He’s Heeseung—the one who doesn't match the luxury flooring or manicured smiles. Heeseung, who looked more interested in his phone screen than the pricey piece of steak he’d just been served.

You—

You were different. And Heeseung noticed.

Because other girls—especially the daughters of his father’s revolving door of Stepford wives—always played the same game: almost flirty, too fake, self-obsessed, and excited to be part of the family. You… you were calmer. Almost shy. Ashamed to even call your mom “Mom.” You were also interested in his presence—lightly tapping his foot with yours, giving him those apologetic doe eyes, like: Sorry that my shameless mom got a grip on your already-married dad just to milk him dry…

But it’s not like he divorced his mom for yours. And it’s not like you were the first one. Generally, the other step-siblings never asked about him. Never cared to know what lay beneath the hoodie-tortured-kid style he wore like armor.

You?

You looked at him like he was a person. Like you saw something he didn’t even believe was still there. And with months—and then a year—maybe… you liked what you saw.

You asked questions. Not the fake kind. Real ones.

“You coded that game on your own?”

“You really won a national contest?”

“That glitch mechanic you added… did you write it from scratch?”

He wasn’t used to that kind of attention. Not anymore.

You leaned over his laptop one afternoon, wide-eyed, genuinely impressed. Your breath was warm on his shoulder, the scent of vanilla and soft detergent clinging to your hoodie—one he was almost sure used to be his.

“You’re kind of a genius,” you’d said, and smiled that smile. Soft. Easy. Like you weren’t afraid of him.

Because why would you be? You were always so nice and caring to him. You’d bring him a plate of food when his dad never cared to check even once. Leave Post-its with sweet pep talks before exams—ones that made him smile for the first time in a decade. Sit silently beside him after he got scolded for placing second on the honor board. Your hand, always soft and peach-scented, would stroke his hair like he wasn’t eight months older. And your eyes—so sweet when they met his.

You weren’t supposed to make him feel things.

And he wasn’t supposed to want someone like you.

But there you were. Not just prim—but infuriatingly so. You weaponized it. You made being stuck-up look like a goddamn virtue. All perfect posture and polite smiles. Still, something was off. Like how you made him open up to you, but never really talked about yourself—your life, your past. Always mysterious, always evasive when he got curious, always turning the tables on him.

You… you made him feel watched. Seen. Known. And he didn’t like not knowing you back. Because he needed to know everything. It was pathological. Every variable that could disturb his life. Every secret. And you—you were the unknown variable. The only one he couldn’t figure out.

And the worst part?

Heeseung couldn’t match you. He wasn’t good with people. Never had been. Getting you to open up? Never happening. He even got tense in crowds. Even if girls liked him, he couldn't maintain relationships beyond hookups. He could throw a punch, sure—but he'd rather let the other guy walk off with a smirk, too bored to bother.

But he was good at something: systems. Code. Surveillance.

So he broke the rules he’d promised himself he wouldn’t—with you.

He hacked your devices.

He shouldn’t have connected to them. Shouldn’t have hijacked your phone. Shouldn’t have hacked your webcam feed like it was just another game level to conquer.

It started innocent—ish. Really. Just some harmless digital snooping. New mother, new stepsister, weird vibes, potential threat to his peace and privacy—totally justifiable.

But your passwords were laughable. The kind of thing a middle schooler could crack.

Seriously. “Bookworm123”?

Please.

After all he was Mr. Cybersecurity Prodigy. Award-winning code monkey. VPN for his VPN, two-factor-auth god.

And he peeked. Just a little…

Your instagram private account, that your mom swore you didn’t have because “socials medias was too destructive for her future doctor of a child.”

Your spotify. Pinterest boards. You’re files.

like essays about behavioral neuroscience and a note named “journaling” : Plans. Rage. Angry rebellion written between textbook reviews. Your escape plan : college far away, control of your own life, zero influence from Barbie and her string of Stepdads. How you craved more. Your identity crisis, GPA fetishist, and how competitive you were to the point of mania. Basically, a mirror of Heeseung in the shape of someone who tried to play the hero of his narrative.

Then, it got worse.

Because curiosity became fixation. He was too deep for it not to be.

On sleepless nights, Heeseung discovered things he absolutely shouldn't.

That his straight A’s and volunteering hours stepsister — was actually sneaking off to frat party with her friends, just feel alive, get waisted and let some sophomore finger her.

The music you fall asleep to, your “fuck” playlist too — the one you wouldn’t admit to owning even under threat of death.

That habit of yours to flirt with strangers like you had a death wish or just want to be ruined so badly being jailed would be for your own good. 

That you send cropped pics, no face — just enough tits and thighs, to creeps then ghost them when they beg to meet, just to feel seen.

And he knew the kind of porn you watched on school nights, after wishing him sweet dreams. Earphones on, lips between your t-shirt collar like you’re scared someone might hear you in that big mansion. And what killed him is how fucking rough it is. Spit. Hair-pulling. Throat-fucking. Girls like you weren’t supposed to want that. Girls like you were supposed to blush and look away, like when he got too close. You’re supposed to be horrified at things like that — not get off to it at 1:38 a.m.

He discovered your texts with that secret boyfriend of yours. How badly he treated you—and how you let him, just to feel owned, loved. He knew when you snuck in those late-night FaceTimes, shirt half-off, hand between your thighs, playing the loyal girlfriend for him and his pathetic dick.

And Heeseung? He was obsessed with that version of you—the one he didn’t even dare to fantasize about, yet you handed to him on a silver plate.

Your self-care sessions got him hard under his desk. Got him jerking off to the way your fingers curled around your own throat in the dim hue of your bedroom, playing at power, pretending you didn’t crave being broken open.

You were too good at pretending. Sitting across from him, blouse crisp, smiling like a poetry award was the climax of your week. What a goddamn lie.

But at least he’d seen you now. Most of you. And he understood better. Understood your issues. But something in him snapped. Because this wasn’t just about obsession anymore. It wasn’t about lust. Or even protection.

It was about you.

And how you made him feel real again.

How you gave him a purpose.

You didn’t flinch when he glared. Didn’t avoid him at dinner. You just smiled, slid him your extra fries, and asked about the AI competition like it mattered. You looked at him like he was a person. Not a project. Not a problem. Not a hacker. Not a delinquent. Not some mistake his father regretted.

And that… made you dangerous. Because now you were a necessity. Something—someone—he cared about. He did want to protect you.

But he also wanted to own you.

To erase the line between your bedroom and his. Between your thoughts and his access. Between your gasps at night and his name.

You weren’t supposed to get close. You weren’t supposed to care.

And he wasn’t supposed to fall for you.

Fall for you?

...

But now what ?

You were the virus in his system.

The girl who said “good job” when he didn’t ask for praise. Who laughed when no one else did. Who touched his shoulder once—just once—and left him with a twitch in his fingers he couldn’t debug.

But you were a line of code he couldn’t rewrite. A live feed he couldn’t turn off.

And maybe, if he watched long enough—if he memorized every breath, every sigh, every single unguarded look—you wouldn’t disappear like the others.

Maybe, if he learned your pattern…he could break you open before you broke him.

And maybe, just maybe, you’d want him to. Even if it meant losing something. Even if it meant pulling you into the dark with him… and never letting you go.

Now you were sitting across from him. You spare him a glance while structuring your salad like a freak, with those doe eyes and he’s hard. Hard at a family dinner while they talked business.

Suddenly his breath catches your feet touching under the table. Like questioning, you good ?

Yeah it’s me, Heeseung. That sweet voice of yours haunting his head. 

His foot slides slower in between your legs mindlessly and when you almost jolt, he realizes. 

“gotta go sleep.” he blurred, rushing off the table. “Tomorrow is exam day.”

Fuck, he wants more. More of your secrets.More of you—the real you.

So he turned on your webcam, night after night, and your phone’s, and tab. like you were his favorite streamer, his favorite radio mc, the best sound to sleep. Like you wanted him to fantasise, think of it every night… 

You were stretched across your bed, laughing into your phone, wearing nothing but a tank and panties, circling your finger on your belly mindless. The way girls do when they forget they’re being watched.

You laid out your clothes for the next day like some little honor-roll princess—giggling when your friend called you a chaebol, and you shrug her off. 

But the way you lingered on the lace you never wear… the silk you only sleep on alone… the sheer pieces he has never seen— holding them up to your chest, slow movements like the reflection was his to tell you what to wear. It was fucking foreplay. You were a fucking siren, with your fucking hair finally down, and those dumb big scare glasses off. 

And him ?

Heeseung…

He was already crashing on the rocks. He was a black-hat addict no-full-blown cyber-pervert. rock hard, mindlessly stroking his bulge at the sheer form of you in unmatched underwears.

So innocent. So mine.

Some days later, you knocked on his door while your parents were off circling the globe, allergic to stillness and obligations. Your hair was tied up but messier than usual, cheeks sun-kissed, eyes almost red—like you’d cried.

God, if someone made you cry… I’d kill them.

You held two glasses of soda, dripping with condensation. No way you could deny you’d been pacing by his door for the last hour.

“What are you up to, genius? I’m bored,” you said, voice half-curious, half-something else.

Heeseung—fool, addict, liar—let you in. Let you get too close. Showed you things he shouldn’t because you asked with that look that made him feel like a god, not a glitch. But also made him wonder who had made you sad enough to want to change your mind.

Still, you smiled at his screens like they were art. Touched his keyboard like it was sacred. No step-sister had ever looked at him like that before—hell, no one actually had. Fuck, he needed to focus. Focus on you, not you.

“You really made all this?”

He nodded, trying not to smirk, trying not to shake. His fingers danced across the keys like a seduction.

“Wanna see something fun?”

A window blinked open. He typed some commands, and grainy footage appeared: the neighbor’s yard. Middle-aged man with hedge clippers, snipping bonsai like manicuring his soul.

He tapped more keys. Suddenly, sprinklers roared to life. The neighbor shrieked, dropped the shears, and bolted.

You burst out laughing, collapsing into him, palm against his chest. That sound—reckless, sweet—made something snap inside him. It wasn’t just pride. It was possession. You weren’t weirded out. You liked it. Liked him. Not the fake polite way. The way that made him want to caress your cheek and kiss those red eyes.

But he was a coward—or your strongest soldier, as he liked to call himself. One who wanted you close, for good, not some fling you’d regret like the others he barely tolerated. No, he wanted you for life—and he was in the perfect position, as long as your parents behaved.

Then your eyes met. Dangerous idea sparking. You dared him with your gaze, then dashed out of his room.

“Try it on my bedroom camera!” you shouted, disappearing down the hall, hoodie flapping like a flag.

Fuck. If only you knew he was already connected.

Moments later — Cam03: Her Bedroom Feed lit up.

You stood in front of the lens—he used to fuck himself to thoughts of you—starry-eyed as he purposefully reactivated the red dot, signaling it was on. Made a mental note to re-enable it later.

You waved. Smiled like sin. Mouthing: “See me?”

He choked. Because yes—he saw you. Always had. But now? Now you saw him.

Like you always knew.

You reached for your top, lifted the hem just enough to flash bare skin, then darted out of frame, laughing like it was a game.

His chest burned. Panic and arousal mixed in his bloodstream like a drug. Heeseung’s brain broke.

But he didn’t shut it down. He couldn’t. Instead, he gave in. His trembling fingers dimmed your room’s lights, shifting godspeed to soft pink. He knew it was your favorite. Knew too much.

Then he started your playlist—the one with soft beats, gentle melody, moonstruck, your favorite.

You paused in the doorway. Turned just enough for the camera to catch you again. Smiled with pure fascination, like a kid. You should’ve been afraid. But you weren’t.

You looked at the cam again, really looked, like he was the sweetest boy, and you didn’t care much what he was capable of—because it was him.

You walked back to his door, dripping sunlight and mischief.

“That was so cool,” you said, high-fiving him like your heart wasn’t thundering. Like you hadn’t just exposed the darkest part of him and come back wanting more. “Can you, like… track people? Their phones or whatever?”

Heeseung blinked. “I-if their GPS is on. Or if they ping the network.”

You tilted your head. Bit your lip. “…Wanna play hide and seek?”

He scoffed in disbelief, but there was a glint behind his eyes—half challenge, half thrill. Like he’d just been dared to play a game he already knew the rules to.

He grabbed his laptop. The mansion was too big. Too full of shadows, quiet corners. A maze of marble, high ceilings, inherited guilt.

Heeseung sat somewhere, a storm brewing behind his eyes.

You texted him: “find me.” One signal. One flare. Then silence.

He tracked you through your phone GPS—chose not to use the hallway cams, even though he easily could have. Something intimate, invasive, about watching your little red dot move on his map. Every time he walked to you was an ode to the game only you two could play.

Library.

“Checkmate. You’re here.”

“Wow! So you really can!”

West Wing.

“If I’m facing a mirror, it’s too easy… not even fun.”

“Fuck…”

Wine Cellar.

“If you’re trying to get drunk, pick the 2007 Bordeaux.”

You laughed.

The pool.

He stuck to the GPS. The red dot blinking. Stalling. Then disappearing.

You texted: “find me now.”

His screen dimmed like the whole house was holding its breath.

Heeseung’s pulse quickened. GPS cut out. No new pings. He tried again. Twice. Three times. Nothing.

Every nerve in his body was a wire of curiosity. The air heavy with chlorine and humidity as he stepped toward the pool deck, leaving his computer by the bar.

Then he found it—your phone, face down on the stone near the pool.

But you, where—

“Got you!” You leapt.

Laughter, bare legs, hoodie off. Heeseung didn’t have time to react before you crashed into him—both of you tumbling into the water with a splash that shattered the silence.

You surfaced first, grinning like a devil. “You can’t find me if I don’t want you to, huh?” you teased, flicking water at him.

Heeseung stared at you, laughing mid-cough. Clothes heavy. Hair plastered to his forehead. The water clung to your skin in a way that made his hands twitch under the surface. You floated closer then. Then reached out and hooked your fingers in his bangs, stroking them like you always did. Then tugging gently.

“How about I cut your hair?” you whispered, too close to him not to have his eyes linger on your lips. “We’re starting university soon. Can’t show up like some code-goblin, right?”

He snorted. But you two didn’t move. Just watched each other's souls for too long. Heart hammering. Skin burning. You were in his pool. In his arms now. In his system.

“Are you okay?”

He, with the most considering eyes a family member ever gave you. But you just nodded to his biggest displeasure. Something was wrong, yeah.

Actually, everything was wrong. And surely something was wrong with you. You felt trapped. In your studies, in your relationship, in these always-new families, in your boring unstable life. You wanted more. More attention, more love, more recognition, more freeness, just more…

You weren't special like Heeseung. You couldn’t clap your fingers and get that video back from your so-called boyfriend—he threatened to leak it if you ever thought of leaving him again. Couldn’t clap your fingers and make a scholarship appear on your forms for university, and couldn’t clap your fingers to make you go to your best choice without the biggest loan you can think about.

But it was better to tell him everything was okay. Because if you didn't fake it… you’d be dead by now.

And maybe it’s the weather, or his concerned look, or his trembling hands on your ribs—not too low, not too high. But it felt good being with Heeseung, even better seeing the way he looked at you—you really had a problem.

“Can you… like… if I ever asked you…”

“What?” He came closer, almost locking in his hands. “Tell me…”

“If someday I needed you, would you… like… help me if I have something very complicated to solve... like… you know, math.” You laughed it off like you weren't about to ask him to get that sextape back.

He nodded so obediently it hurt. Fuck, you had him in the palm of your hand without doing anything more than just letting him watch. Deny his ever-growing desire. Playing this game you caught him in.

Yeah… maybe you really were what your mom made out of you… sadly.

After that, Heeseung was like a man on a mission. He hacked every piece of info he could find on that deep shit. Until he found it… your complicated math exercise…

A tap of you and him. Filmed like you weren’t aware of it. Heeseung couldn’t find the courage to watch it…

Until he did.

And it was everything he ever fantasized doing with you.

I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him, I’ll kill him.

That guy needed to be out of your life.

Now.

He could frame him for anything he wanted. Crash his Tesla. His mind was spiraling as he bit on his nail, replaying that video again and again and again. Zooming on you.

I’ll protect you.

First, you needed an escape. Easy—that guy already cheated on you with so many girls, it was easy for you to catch him. So he wrote a fantasy he hoped you’d fall for. He drafted messages from your bf’s phone. A fake date. Something sweet, just enough like your boyfriend to pass.

“Meet me tonight baby girl. Just us. Let’s talk. 9PM. My room.”

“Baby girl…” you hated that name, but still couldn’t refuse him. And now Heeseung understood.

You saw it, and for a second, you believed. He watched you re-read it, then start getting ready—lip gloss, that fluttery dress, even that nervous little smile like it still meant something.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend was across campus, buried in someone else. Moaning her name. Careless, as always.

Heeseung watched it all—your hope fading when you opened that door, his betrayal, his choke. Your silence. Her grasp. One earbud in, one eye on every camera feed you both could offer.

You left the place in a rush, your phone starting to buzz as Heeseung watched every message your now-ex boyfriend sent you. You found yourself drifting in a club. You needed air, music, and drinks.

The music wasn’t even that good, your drink, not that strong. You didn’t plan to dance. And you didn’t plan for some no-brain guy with smooth hands to hit on you.

And you almost let him have his way near the bathrooms. Just to forget the sound of your phone. Forget that you had to go back to that guy until he decided he’d had enough or leaked the tape.

Almost.

Until Heeseung’s hand was on your wrist, showing up out of nowhere to pull you away.

“Heeseung?”

He got you out of the club, his hand digging into your wrist. The car ride was dead silent. Heeseung looked pissed. You were hollow, but not dumb. And you let him snap.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

You didn’t answer.

“... Don’t you have a bf?”

Still silent. Tears welled up before you could blink them back, and Heeseung was at a loss for words. Yeah, it was that easy to shush him—crocodile cries easy.

“Stop crying…” he muttered, but he looked panicked now. Like your tears were acid on his skin. “Tell me what’s going on?”

Like he didn’t know.

But you had to play it well. Make him do it tonight, and no other night.

“He cheated…”

“Then leave him…”

“I can’t…” Hee looked at you with fake wonder. “He filmed me once… and…”

He nodded, enough to tell you you didn’t need to keep going.

When you got home, Heeseung took your hand before you stormed into your room, and he watched you—really watched—and got in a hug. Caressing your hair, getting closer to your ear, “I'll help you.”

You almost feared he could feel your smile. You detached your head with the saddest questioning expression.

“I’ll protect you,” he said, the heaviest stare he ever gave you.

You just nodded like you weren’t expecting much. When you actually wanted exactly what he gave you.

Back in your room, you kept re-seeing Heeseung’s expression. Almost mad, almost dangerous.

And you. You wanted more. You wanted everything—not just protection, but revenge. Revenge for the time you lost on that guy, for your virginity you couldn’t bring back, for the stress… for everything.

So you opened your laptop. Placed your phone next to it like it’s part of the performance. You know he’s watching.

You know.

Heeseung, on his part, got in his room ready to execute the next part of his plan when the ping of your camera alerts him. But tonight is not the night. After seeing you like that, he doesn't want to do that.

So he started to undress. Until—

“Heeseung?”

His head snapped to his monitor. WTF.

“You’re here, no? I mean, you’re watching.”

He almost fell on the ground, unable to walk straight to his computer.

What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?

The webcam light doesn’t flicker on right away when you open it.

You look at your reflection. This webcam is better than the last time you used it. Wide-angle. Pretty high-def. You can see almost your entire room. Bed. Closet. Console. The mirror angled just right to show the bathroom.

God. You made it so easy for him.

You let your fingers lazily drift to your dress straps. In a slow reveal. You watch yourself in the camera—legs tucked just right to keep mystery intact. Eyes locked on the return. You open your—

“You like it when I do that?” You looked almost innocent doing it. What the fuck were you doing, Heeseung’s mind screamed. “You want more?”

Heeseung was stunned. Too many questions. Too many desires.

He didn’t even respond, his hand mindlessly disconnecting your camera’s red dot and reconnecting again like Morse.

“Then ruin him for me. Make him as ashamed as I was.”

You were pulling his obsession like strings. A puppet master in silk cloth. The light on the webcam flickered once again.

You smiled, slowly nodding. “Good night, Heeseung.” Shut it all down.

By morning, half the campus was infected with a juicy little virus: dozens of very compromising photos of your now-ex, including a special feature of him being pegged by none other than his mom’s best friend.

Iconic.

The breakup text? Already sent. Blocked him before your brain even had a chance to process.

You didn’t see him all day. No dinner, no open door when you brought snacks. Nothing.

Maybe you really fucked up. Poor Heeseung, thinking you were innocent, only to find out you were just like everyone else—grey, messy, complicated.

But just before bed, your phone lit up. A note. Your password written clear on the screen.

You sat frozen, eyes flickering between the note that started typing on its own, and the webcam pointed right at you.

“I’ll always protect you.”

Then, an mp4 file popped up. Your lips curved into a shy smile.

You almost said something, but instead, you tapped beneath his words:

“Thank you, Heeseung. I don’t know what I’d have done if you weren’t there.”

The cursor blinked, paused—like he was thinking hard about what to say next.

“I protect what’s mine.”

Your eyes drifted to the webcam. “Am I?”

“Aren’t you?”

Your gaze dropped shyly, biting your lip to keep the smile from slipping out. Fuck, it was hot—this obsessive, protective boy who’d kill for you.

“I am…” you breathed, fingers playing with the thin straps of your dress.

“Maybe?”

Slowly, you peeled it off. No bra. No panties. Just you—bare, glowing in the soft light of your screen.

Heeseung’s side: panting mess. Trembling. Rock hard. Watching was always intense, but this? His brain shorted out. Every movement you made poured fuel on the fire in his chest—the way you loosened your hair, slid off your glasses, shy but teasing.

Your voice slipped through his headphones like a spell.

“Tell me what you want,” you breathed. “I’ll do it. As a thank you.”

He was nearly feral, watching you perched like a dream made just for him. But now you wanted him to take the lead. For once, you wanted control handed over.

And for a long, heavy moment, silence.

Then, a new line in your notes:

“Anything?”

You nodded, lips parting.

Another line.

“Touch yourself.”

“For me.”

You rose, heading for your bed.

Then:

“No. Here.”

You sat back down. Fully exposed. The chair never felt colder. The electricity on your skin was undeniable—the weight of someone watching, devouring every move.

You shivered. Something folded inside, vulnerable but not scared.

Then your screen flickered.

A video opened.

Porn.

But not just any porn. A girl like you—same frame, soft lighting. She was in a gaming chair, legs parted, cat headphones, a pink toy buzzing between her thighs. Moaning like she’d been waiting for eyes to watch.

You blinked. The message was loud and clear.

Your breath caught—not shocked, but challenged.

Back to the webcam—doe eyes, tempted. Your fingers traced lower, hips shifting, copying her exact position. Mimicry never felt so twisted.

You didn’t hesitate. Your fingers moved.

Heeseung watched like it was a live confession. Pupils dilated, chest heaving, gripping himself tight, trying not to explode too soon.

A message appeared:

“Slower.”

You obeyed, breath shaking, already slick with every stroke.

Another message:

“Fuck, you’re shaking.”

You were. Legs twitching, spine arching against the chair.

You never thought you’d go this far, but he was puppeteering you with his commands.

Then:

“I’ve never seen you like this. Fuck. I want to cum in you. In that chair. Just like that.”

You groaned, eyes fluttering shut, but forced them open—locking onto the lens like it was him.

Another message:

“I want you ruined. For anyone else. Say it.”

You moaned, fingers freezing.

“I’m yours,” you whispered.

“Say it again,” he typed.

“I’m yours, Heeseung.”

The pressure built—right at the edge—

Then:

“Stop.”

“Don’t cum.”

Your breath hitched. You froze mid-stroke, legs trembling.

Another line:

“I said stop. If anyone makes you cum tonight—it’s me.”

Your fingers hovered, shaking. The ache burned deep in your thighs, stomach taut.

But you stopped.

Because his word mattered more than your desire now.

Your screen blinked.

“Get your toy.”

You swallowed, nodded, reached into your drawer.

The vibrator was familiar—sleek, pink, faintly scented from your date-night oil. You rubbed it, coating it with your wetness, then slid it slowly inside, breath heavy.

Then the toy buzzed. Flickered. Came alive.

You gasped—he was controlling it.

Before you could say a word, it pulsed hard. Your body jerked, chair creaking beneath you. Your grip tightened on the arms as pleasure rolled through you like a whip.

“That’s it,” he typed. “Don’t touch it. Just take it.”

You moaned—too much, too fast—your body trembling, legs spreading without control. The sounds you made were filthy, desperate.

Heeseung’s fingers typed again.

“Grip the chair.”

You obeyed.

The toy buzzed harder, relentless and cruel.

“Look at the camera.”

Tears pricked, but you held his gaze—through that little glowing lens. Your thighs trembled, breath catching—

He knew.

He memorized every sound, every gasp, every twitch.

Your climax hit like an explosion—so fierce your back arched from the chair. Toes curled, lips parted in a silent cry.

If only you could hear it—the gasp, the groan, the shuddering moan from his room. Rooms apart, perfectly synced.

You collapsed back against the seat, chest heaving.

The toy powered down. The room fell silent but electric. Only the Notes app stayed open. One final line appears:

“I know your body better than anyone ever will.”

You smile, eyes rolling, calming yourself. You’re still catching your breath when your phone buzzes.

Unknown Caller.

You smirk. Answer it without hesitation.

Hee,” you whisper, lazy satisfaction dripping from your tone.

You hear him—shaky, panting, like the edge nearly broke him. “Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck… You’re so pretty. So fucking pretty. You don’t even know what you do to me.”

His voice is hoarse, frayed with restraint. You picture him—still burning from his climax, hand resting low, skin flushed.

“You drive me insane. Every breath you take, every moan...” He watches you lift your thighs, tucking yourself shyly behind them like a girl playing innocent. “It’s mine. You’re mine. Don’t you get it? I want you so bad I—fuck—I can’t even—”

You cut in softly.

“Heeseung,” you murmur, voice smooth like silk sliding over a blade. “I never said I was yours...”

Silence.

You lean in, sugar-sweet, doe eyes locked on the lens, like you don’t quite know what you’re doing.

“You think this makes me yours?”

He breathes hard. You swear you hear the tension in his throat—how he swallows that growl.

“Then what?” he whispers. “What do I have to do?”

You hum, hiding your face in your thighs, thoughtful. “I’ll know.”

Heeseung almost chokes. “You’re playing with me.”

You tilt your head.

“Of course I am, Hee. Isn’t that what you like? What we always did? Playing games.” Your voice softens, teasing, the tone that always breaks him. “You’re obsessed, Hee. But to own me?” you shake your head slowly. “You’ll have to do more than just watch me cum on camera.”

A pause. You let it hang, let it burn. Then, low and teasing:

“If you really want me,” you whisper. “Stop being a coward. Show me.”

His breath catches. You almost feel the stillness on his end.

Click.

You hang up.

Still smiling, you toss your phone aside.

“Good night, Heeseung,” you murmur to the camera before shutting everything down.

Heeseung hadn’t heard your voice in three days.

Not on the phone, not through the headphones, not even that little intake of breath when you tiptoe around your room late at night.

Three days.

Seventy-two hours of silence.

No webcam flickers. No Notes app replies. No little “good night, Hee” teasing him through pixels.

Nothing.

He tapped at your IP like a lunatic. Pinging dead signals. Checked your cloud for new files. Scraped your cache for cam logs, anything—anything—that might prove you were still playing.

But you weren’t. You’d shut him out completely. Blocked him, in every way that mattered—except the one that destroyed him the most: in person, you were still perfect.

Because in real life, you were still her.

Still the step-sister who sat next to him at dinner, nudging his arm, sipping from his glass like it meant nothing. Still in those stupid soft modest dresses that smelled like your vanilla lotion and innocence. Still saying his name in that sweet voice that didn’t match the girl who once whispered “I’m yours” for a night, while fingering herself in his favorite dress.

Still shy smilling in front of the parents, like he wasn’t slowly going fucking insane of you ghosting him in the cruelest way possible.

Heeseung clenched his jaw until it hurt. His fists, tighter. You were torturing him. Training him with your silence. Denying him touch, sound, ownership—making him feel like just another loser watching from a screen.

And worst of all? You liked it.

He could see it in the way you smiled at him when no one was looking. Like the devil behind a halo. Like the dom who knew her puppy would crawl the moment she said good boy.

You knew what you were doing. And you knew he was starving.

He watched you meet someone new through your messages—tracked him from his first DM. The second the guy sent a heart emoji, Heeseung had full access to his cloud, laptop, phone, and location history.

So when you showed up at that guy’s place in that same dress as that night, Heeseung went feral. watching you through the guy’s hacked MacBook camera. Front-row seat. 1080p. Wide angle. Clear sound. Perfect view.

You didn’t even try to hide untapping your phone camera, angling it for him. But he was already there.

He watched the way you swayed when you walked into the room. That skirt was short—barely legal. Hair done like you were on a mission to ruin him. Lip gloss like you were asking to be kissed. Or owned.

Heeseung’s fists dug into his thigh. You let the guy kiss you. Hands on your hips. Heeseung scoffed in fury. The guy went down on you and Heeseung leaned forward—eyes glued to your face smiling at him. Not for the man.

Only for him.

You mouthed his name, Heeseung, made that sound again—that sweet gasp that cracked every nerve in his body—and his hands were already down his pants before he even realized it. Stroking slowly. Angry.

Then the guy started fucking you. It was… pathetic.

You looked bored. Pretty. But not wrecked. Not how Heeseung would have done you—needed you. Not how you looked when he edged you, whispering commands through your notes.

He texted :

He’s not even close to making you cum.Why are you with him?Stop. 

Now. 

Please.

You didn’t stop. You got louder. Not for performance, because knowing hee was watching, unleashed you.

Heeseung’s hand stuttered. He bit down on his bottom lip so hard it bled. You were performing. For him, not the other guy. You had to be. And yet you didn’t stop when he begged you.

Heeseung didn’t drink. Didn’t smoke. Didn’t call a friend.

He texted one of the girls who’d been orbiting him since he entered university—some pretty, pouty girl with no idea what she was walking into.

She came fast. Obedient. Heeseung fucked her like punishment.

Shoved her onto his lap, dragged her skirt over her hips without a single word. Didn’t ask if she was ready. Didn’t even pretend to care. Just spread her thighs, lined himself up, and buried in—rough, silent, merciless.

She moaned his name, kissing his neck. Heeseung kept his eyes on the screen. Because on the monitor behind her?

You were still live. Fucking someone else. His airpods were in. And he was moaning your name under his breath.

The girl was clueless to much overwhelmed by his deep, rough trust. Riding him like she thought she was doing a good job for him to be so feral. 

Heeseung touched her the way he would have to you, controlling. forcing her in position trying to reach her deepest part, as he watched your hips roll on screen. Your nails dig into someone else’s back.

“Grippe my back. leave marks.” he ordered her.

He hiss, mouthing along with your sounds like a prayer.

“Fuck—Louder. Just like that... Just like that—fuck.”

The girl on his lap whimpered, “does it feel good, Hee?”

Heeseung stared at your body—your lips, your tits, your sweat-shined thighs.

“You’re so perfect,” he muttered. “Fuck—you…”

His climax came hard, violent. He choked your name on the exhale and came inside the girl like she didn’t matter—because she didn’t.

When the girl left, he stared at the screen for an hour. Watched you dress. Watched you check your phone. Smiling.

Not once did you reply to his messages.

You were killing him. Starving him. Making him beg. He slammed the laptop shut, chest heaving, hatred and love boiling into the same sick ache.

You were right. He was a coward. But not for much longer.

You found it on your bed. No card. No note. No sender. Just a black box, wrapped in a ribbon you never heard arrive. Inside: lingerie. Lace. Sheer. Decadent. Your exact size. Your exact taste. Lightly soaked in a scent you could recognize in your sleep—his cologne.

Your fingers trembled when you held it up to the light. No message. But then again, he never needed words.

Heeseung didn’t ask. He tried to command.

So, you didn’t text. Didn’t thank him. You just wore it.

That night, when the webcam light blinked to life, you were already sitting pretty in front of your laptop. Sheer fabric draped over your body like a sin begging to be confessed.

You leaned into the camera, eyes soft, voice sweeter.

“Goodnight, Genius. Hope uni’s not eating you alive.”

And then—

You logged off. Just like that.

Left him starving. You knew he’d pretend it didn’t affect him. He tried, bless him.

He texted the next day, like it was nothing. Invited you to his university party. Like this wasn’t war. Like he wasn’t already losing.

Of course, you went. Dressed in red. Not the lingerie—something sharper. Something that made his friends stare a little too long.

Heeseung barely spoke to you that night. Slipped back into his old self—like he hadn’t spent the week watching you like a man possessed. But he was in his element, charming his nerdy circle, and you were happy just watching him thrive.

Then, it changed.

He didn’t introduce you as his stepsister. That alone cracked the air between you. His hand found your back, fingers tracing lazy nothings while he laughed with his friends, eyes on you like you were art.

You liked seeing him smile. Liked knowing you made it easier.

And then—he excused you both. His friends wished you luck with admissions. So polite. So clueless.

He walked you up a narrow hallway, like it was nothing. A quiet corridor, half-lit.

Then he locked you in a hug.

And kissed your neck.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, hands already exploring.

“You too,” you murmured, smiling. “New haircut? You kept it long in the back. Looks good.”

“You said I should, so...”

You smiled harder, went in for a kiss—your first. His lips were maddening. Soft, sure, and hungrier than you expected. He kissed like he’d waited for years. Like he’d decided waiting was over.

"Untie your dress," he whispered against your mouth, voice low.

You raised a brow, smirking. “Thought you liked watching from afar.”

His jaw flexed. “Not tonight.”

You let the ribbon fall, letting the dress slip open. Underneath—his gift. His breath caught.

“You like it?” you teased.

He didn’t answer. He spun you, pressed you into the wall, and his hand was already between your thighs—finding you soaked.

His mouth brushed your ear, voice cracking with restraint.

“Fuck. You’re so wet for me. I’ve waited so long.”

“Say it,” he growled.

“What?”

His thrust was sharp—two fingers deep.

“Say you want me to ruin you. Say you like it.”

You whimpered, arching into his hand. “I like it when you ruin me.”

“Say it right.”

You licked your lips. “I want to be yours, Heeseung. Ruin me.”

His exhale was jagged—like something inside him broke.

Then came silence. Just heat. Breathing. Fingers moving in and out of you as he grinded against your body, shameless and reckless in a hallway anyone could walk into.

And just before you came—he pulled away.

“No,” he said simply. “Let’s go.”

“Home?”

“No. My room.”

His dorm was massive, dark except for the red glow of a snoozed monitor. His roommate was nowhere. Probably never real to begin with. You practically jumped on him. Messy kisses. Wandering hands. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, your back—and then—

Your hand brushed his desk. The monitors flared to life. And there you were—your webcam feed, glowing on the screen.

Recording. Your name as the file.

“You always make me watch,” he whispered, stripping you down to the lingerie. “Now watch yourself.”

He pulled you onto the bed, body still facing the screen.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, spreading your legs for the camera. “I’ve owned you since the first time you stepped into this house.”

On screen—your reflection trembled. Moaned. Melted in real-time.

He eased fingers inside you again while holding you in his lap, pinching a nipple until you gasped, breath tangled.

“I know what you fantasize about when you’re bored,” he whispered.

He started humping you, slow and heavy.

“I know what kind of porn you scroll past—then go back to.”

Thrust.

“I know which songs you loop when you touch yourself. I synced your playlist.”

You choked on a gasp.

“I know you changed your passwords, just to make me mad.”

His hand curled lightly around your throat.

“But I like it. I like when you pretend.”

He never slowed—just kept pushing you higher, mean and relentless.

And when you moaned his name?

He broke.

“I’m going to give you every twisted thing you’ve ever typed,” he growled. “Every fantasy you deleted. Every filthy draft you couldn’t finish. I’m going to make them real.”

Your climax slammed into you, shuddering through your bones—but he didn’t stop.

“I’ll tie you up in the library when no one’s looking,” he said, voice wicked. “Bend you over your best friend’s bed and leave a bruise only I’ll recognize.”

He laughed.

“I’ll make you cry my name with someone else inside you—just to remind you no one will ever ruin you like I do.”

You turned and kissed him, wild and unhinged.

He kissed back like a claim. Like he was branding your soul.

Then he grabbed you and threw you onto the bed. Reached for a condom.

You stopped him.

“It’s safe today, Hee. Do me raw.”

His pupils darkened. Something dangerous sparked.

He freed himself and dragged his cock against your wetness, teasing your entrance. You moaned each time the head kissed you. His smile was smug. Addicted.

“Heeseung. Please.”

He nodded—and slid in all at once.

You gasped, overwhelmed, stretched so good it hurt in the most perfect way.

He rocked into you deep and slow, biting your neck, lips pressed against skin he couldn’t stop worshipping.

Then he pulled you upright—still inside you.

“You like this position, huh?”

You nodded, dizzy, undone. He studied you like he’d been preparing for a test. He always aced those.

Then—his thrusts changed. Not faster. Just deeper. Harder.

“Hee—”

“Like that, yeah?”

You nodded again, mouth open, breathless at every delicious, punishing thrust.

He looked so fucking good like this—hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted, eyes glazed with need. You went for another kiss and he gripped your neck, slid to your hair, pulling until your back arched.

“Like that?”

“Yeah—yeah—fuck—don’t stop—”

He sucked your tits, relentless now, chasing both your highs. You clenched down so hard his groans turned ragged. He bit your nipple, then folded you in half, throwing your legs over his shoulders.

And then—he lost it.

He didn’t slow.

Not even as your body bucked under him, shaking.

He buried himself deeper, fingers biting into your hips, sweat dripping from his jaw as he fucked you like he wanted to unmake you.

The monitors kept rolling. Your name flashing on screen, over your own moans.

You reached for him—some desperate grasp for balance—but he pinned your wrists above your head, fucked you harder. One of your legs slipped off his shoulder, and he yanked it back up with a grunt.

“Keep it there,” he snarled, breath ragged. “Don’t move unless I say.”

You didn’t.

You couldn’t.

You were already too far gone.

You felt yourself stretch around him again, again, again—your walls pulsing and fluttering with every brutal thrust. It was filthy, unrelenting, and it wasn’t enough.

Heeseung's voice was in your ear, low and wrecked.

“This how you like it?” he panted. “Getting used like this—getting ruined on camera for me?”

You sobbed a yes—high and gasping—and he growled. His hips snapped forward again, this time shoving you higher on the bed.

“Fucking take it.”

He leaned in, biting your lip, grinding deeper. The rhythm turned meaner—each thrust slamming into you with brutal precision.

“You like knowing I’ll replay this?” he whispered. “Jerk off to it when you’re not around?”

You moaned helplessly.

“Want you to. I want you obsessed.”

“Oh, I am,” he said. “You made me this.”

His rhythm stuttered—he was close. You could feel him twitch inside, groaning against your mouth.

Then—

He came.

Hard.

Buried deep.

His whole body went taut over yours, shuddering as he emptied himself, hips rolling slower, deeper. You felt the heat inside you, the stickiness, the way his cock throbbed even after the high.

And still—he didn't pull out.

He kissed your collarbone, your throat, lazily now. Worn out. Quiet.

The screen behind him kept glowing.

Your body was wrecked, your heart pounding against his chest.

He pulled you close, like he wasn’t finished. Like he never would be.

The next morning, the sun barely broke past his blackout curtains. You were still half-naked in his sheets when you heard his fingers tapping at his laptop. A fresh hoodie hung off his shoulder, hair a messy halo.

“Hey,” he said, voice rough with sleep.

You groaned into the pillow. “Already working?”

He smirked. “Coding clears my head. Better than coffee.”

You rolled over. He looked too good like this. Soft around the edges. Eyes warm.

“I wish you could come here,” he said. “To my university.”

You blinked, suddenly alert. He smiled, but it didn’t reach all the way. “You did apply, right?”

“…Yeah.”

He nodded like he already knew. “But you didn’t tell me…pfff.”

Your stomach turned, just a little, as you smirked. “I didn’t want you to be happy for something so unsure.”

“I know.”

Silence. He got back typing. 

“You really think I wouldn’t find out?” he said. “You think I’d just… let you leave somewhere else?”

You narrowed your eyes. “What did you do?”

He smiled. Shrugged. “Nothing you’ll ever be able to prove.”

Your heartbeat slowed. Thick. Smiling unsure.

“Heeseung...”

He stood, walking over. Calm. Barefoot. Still smelling like last night and wanting more.

“I didn’t touch your application,” he said softly. “But I might’ve nudged the scholarship committee. You’re exceptional, after all.”

You froze. “Why?”

“Because you belong here, in that prestigious place and nowhere else.”

His fingers grazed your chin. Tender. Possessive.

“...With me.”

You swallowed. He tilted your face up to his, eyes half-lidded.

“You would've turned it down if you knew,” he murmured, getting his lips closer, smooching slowly. “You’re too proud for that kind of help. Too proud to admit you want to be kept.”

Your voice caught in your throat. “That’s not why I applied.”

“I know why you applied, just like me.”

His thumb ghosted over your lower lip.

“That’s why I made sure you’d stay. to be free.”

A flicker of something dangerous passed between you. Or maybe it had always been there. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

“You think you’re playing me right now, huh,” he whispered, “but—what if I like being used, if it means I get to keep you?”

Your breath hitched. And he smiled. Like he’d already won. Or maybe he was wrong. Maybe you’d just let him believe he had.

Author’s Note:

Babies~ here it is!! 💗 The second part of my enha stepbro AU (first one was HUNTED).

I really hope this one pleased you… did it??? 🥺

I worked so hard on this piece to match the exact vibe I had in mind. Like—why was I waking up at 3 AM with wild ideas for scene effects that were borderline impossible to execute?! 😭🌀

This one definitely has a different flavor! While HUNTED leaned into soft, needy sub!Jakey energy (bless him), I wanted TRAPPED to explore the more intoxicating side of obsession—but not so far that we start hating our sweet little Heeseung~ Just a touch of crazy, y’know?

I really hope the mood translated well, because after rereading it 500 times, I fully lost that "first read magic" feeling I’m not super proud of this draft yet—kinda wish I had more time to proofread and polish it up. I’ll probably update it later (perfectionist problems 😭).

Next up is Part 3, which is supposed to be Sunghoon’s! Let me know if you want anything special in it—I’m all ears... and pervy brain. Just know it’s gonna involve dacryphilia, so bring tissues… for various reasons

XOXO

Reblogs and thirsty little thoughts are always appreciated don’t be shy~© Lassiie

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the eerie silence of the apartment doesn’t escape sunnghoon’s attention. his footsteps feel oddly loud against the tiles, a sigh rolling off his tongue as he steps inside the kitchen; and a familiar voice cuts through the quiet.

“i think you should choke me,”

nothing, absolutely nothing could have prepared your dear boyfriend for the words that leave your mouth as soon as he walks out of the shower.

with his head whipping towards you, he freezes in stance— jaw dropped, eyes wide open, head tilted in confusion.

“huh?” sunghoon gives you a questionable look, blinking him to some logic— anything to make sense of your words. “wouldn’t that be life threatening?”

and you shrug. “i could be into that,”

sunghoon doesn’t think he has met anyone like you in his seven hundred something years on earth.

his fangs amused you instead of scaring you the first time he told you he is a vampire. you went around for weeks wanting him to bite you— turn you— but he successfully talked you out of it.

now that you have found a trace of normalcy in the five weeks that you have been dating him, your mind finds amusement in his biceps.

“last time,” he pops a cherry in his mouth, shifting weight from one leg to the other. “you wanted me to headlock you,”

“and that was hot as hell,” you insist, eyes gleaming with mischief. if sunghoon didn’t know any better, he’d think you might have gone insane.

and you could be— evidently— the veins on his arms and hands do nothing except making you gulp, only onto that last string of sanity.

you don’t think your pretty face, vampire of a boyfriend realises just how hot he is, really.

he thinks it’s a plain obsession— well, one is supposed to be obsessed with their lover. he catches you ogling him when he’s changing the bulb and thinks it’s because you want something.

according to sunghoon, there is absolutely no reason for you to zone out while looking at his hands except that they are pretty, well maintained and manicured.

you also don’t think he knows you joined the same gym as him to watch him workout and not to accompany him in following a healthy lifestyle and improving your heart’s health. simply looking at him heals you enough.

even now, he is standing clueless about why your eyes have zoomed in on his biceps. sunghoon stretches his arm, unintentionally flexing his muscles and it drives you crazy. his sweats hang low on his hips and it’s a sight to see.

you need him and he can’t catch a hint.

“so is that a yes or no?” you make your way to the kitchen, standing behind him as he reaches out for the coffee mugs placed on the top shelf.

you wonder if he puts them there deliberately to tease you, giving you that taunting flash of a slip of his waistline as his shirt rides up when he raises his arm.

your boyfriend shakes his head with a sigh, clearly failing to understand the logic behind your request. “you’re weird,”

“just once,”

“no,” a curt reply.

you’re really testing his patience.

“c’mon, sunghoon, it’s—”

“darling,” and it’s quiet again, aside from your heartbeat echoing in your ears when he easily cages you against the counter, between the very arms that make you weak in the knees. “i am not doing anything that risks your life,”

stupid.

you want to tease, explain what you mean, but your words are lost. sunghoon is hot and his lack of self awareness is life threatening because he is standing close— so close, you can feel the scent of his cologne intoxicating your senses.

you can still see the remains of water on his neck, droplets making their way down his skin. his face is a little flushed from the hot shower while yours is from how hot he is making you feel.

sunghoon’s eyes trace your face up and down, almost setting your heart ablaze when you feel his gaze on your lips for a brief second.

“understood?” he mutters, low and quiet, tucking a finger under your chin to make you look at him, eye to eye, soul to soul.

and you can only gulp when he leans a little closer, pressing himself against you. “yes,”

“good girl,” and he’s gone, stepped back, focused on his coffee, once again unaware of how his actions have left you trippy and dazed.

it is quite infuriating because he does not do it knowingly. sunghoon barely tries and your world shifts a little, stomach flipping and chest fluttering.

unaware of your inner turmoil, he turns around and switches on the coffee machine.

your fingers trace over the edge of the counter mindlessly, mind in a trance half because of what happened, and half due to the sight of his muscular back.

another glance— a quiet step in his direction, lower lip tugged between your teeth and your arms snake around his torso from behind, a cheeky grin forming on your lips as you poke his biceps with your index finger. you’ve never been the one to give up. “can i bite?”

and sunghoon gives up, hands up in the air. “babe, i am the vampire in the relationship,”

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I Love You

〖Warnings〗➤ Hurt/No Comfort, break-up, heartbreak, falling out of love, proof read only 3 times

〖Genre〗⥤ Heavy Angst

〖Pairing〗⥤ Y. Jungwon x Gn!Reader

〖Word Count〗⥤ 3.2K

〖Networks〗⥤ @kflixnet @k-films @k-labels

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Description: They never tell you how hard it is, to fall out of love with someone.

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Jungwon lies awake in bed, his thoughts spinning as fast as the ceiling fan he's been staring at for the last couple of hours. Your gentle breaths beside him that used to help lull him to sleep, do very little to settle his mind. If he were to be honest, your mere presence is what's keeping his nerves from settling.

Your words won't leave his mind. They play over and over again, endlessly, searing themselves into his very being. He wants to forget them, wants to believe he misheard you. Between soft moans and rushed intakes of air, your eyes met his and the words left your kiss bitten lips so easily. They weren't another throw away phrase or an ‘in the moment’ comment. No. As much as he wishes they were, he knows they weren't.

He saw the words painted on your flushed face, saw them reflected in your shiny, wet eyes. He felt the weight of them fall onto his shoulders the moment your voice reached his ears. They were heavy and hard to hold onto. “I love you.” You'd said. “I love you so much Jungwon.” Jungwon had felt his world tip over in that moment, in more ways than one but, only one of them was pleasant and only for a short amount of time.

How could you say that to him while looking him in the eyes. Was it the empty bottle of wine sitting on the table across the room? Surely it couldn't have been. You shared that bottle. You could've had another full bottle for yourself and would still only just start getting tipsy. He'd love for an external factor to be why you would say such a thing to him but he knows those words came from deep within you. They truly came from the bottom of your heart and that fact alone breaks him.

He really is pathetic. He couldn't even say it back. The words sent him over the edge and you went with him. Even after cleaning yourselves up and settling back into the silky sheets, when you sleepily repeated the words onto the skin of his chest, he couldn't find it within himself to say it back to you and mean it. “I know.” Is what he said and you merely hummed in response, already drifting to sleep.

Jungwon sighs and sits up in bed. He looks around the hotel suite. The empty bottle of wine across the room, both of your clothes scattered across the floor, the rose on the dresser top, they each break him just a little more. This is cruel. He knows it is. He doesn't need to say I love you for what he's doing to be a lie. Bringing you here on your anniversary, when he was supposed to end things weeks ago. It's cruel. He's cruel.

Telling you he can't keep pretending the spark that was there in the beginning, is still burning strong would've been so much easier if you hadn't said those words to him. If you didn't mean them. It would've weighed a lot less on his heart but now he has to break yours and he's not sure if he can do that. He really is a pathetic, cruel man.

“I meant what I said.” You say to Jungwon, a soft smile on your face. Jungwon turns to look at you, his lips pulled into a tight smile. “I know.” Can you see the strain on his face? The way he stiffens when you take his hand and pull him closer to the railing of the tower? Or are the lights in your eyes too bright when you look at him? “It's so pretty.” You swoon, the sight of the city leaving you in awe.

The sun has only just risen above the horizon, bathing the city in a soft orange glow. The light slowly reaches you both at the top of the tower, it hits you first. It lights up your face almost as brightly as the smile decorating it. Before, such a sight would've had Jungwon enraptured, unable to look away. Now, he can hardly stand to look at you. You look so happy, nothing but light and pure joy radiating off you. It's blinding. His eyes are burning.

Jungwon turns away, looking down at the city, at the shadows that run away in the face of the Sun's light. “It is,” he whispers. He can't bring himself to say any more than that. “When we get old and our grandkids don't visit us anymore. When we're sitting on the porch of our lake house, do you think we'll be able to see pretty sunrises like this all the time?” You ask, giggling at the idea. Jungwon feels his heart tighten at your words.

The question may seem silly, disguised as a joke but he knows that a part of you truly sees a future like that for the both of you. Where you grow old together, hand in hand, heart in heart. “Probably. No sunrise will ever be brighter than you, though. Even when you're old and wrinkly.” That gets a full laugh out of you, and even a chuckle out of Jungwon. He has no choice but to laugh at the absurdity of what he just said because if he doesn't he'll just get angrier with himself.

How dare he say such a thing to you, when no matter how hard he's tried, he can't picture a future where the two of you are together and happy. However, he didn't lie when he said you shine brighter than the sun. Or at least he hopes that never changes. He knows how much he's going to hurt you soon but he truly hopes that it doesn't dim your light, doesn't take away your shine, your smile. He may not deserve it but that doesn't mean he should get to take it away from you.

You'll cry and you'll be sad but it won't be long before you pick yourself up again. That's the kind of person you are. In the years Jungwon has known you, no matter what life throws at you, you always get back up with a smile on your face and determination in your eyes. It's one of the reasons he fell for you. That infatuation with your very being that he's now grown out of.

When you take his arm and pull him closer, resting your head on his shoulder as you stare at the sunrise, Jungwon wishes that his heart would speed up at the contact. Wishes his skin would light ablaze from your touch like it used too. When the sun has risen and you turn to look up at him and he turns to look down at you, he wishes, so hard for the fireworks to go off like they always did when he looked into your eyes.

He sees the ones in yours, the way they burst and sparkle like millions of galaxies. Are they so dazzling that you can't see that there are no longer any within his own? That the spark you lit with your mere presence is no longer there to light the fuse that forces them to burst and blind him? When you smile at him and those galaxies glance down at his lips, that's what gets his heart to skip a beat. Not in anticipation or in excitement, but in fear. He's afraid.

When you raise your head off his shoulder and begin leaning in, his body goes rigid. When your breath ghosts across his cheek, his own breath catches in his throat and when your lips finally connect with his, a single tear of frustration dances on his waterline. This is wrong. So very wrong. His hand on your waist clutches onto the fabric of your clothes, a grounding presence in the world wind happening in his mind. His eyes shut tight trapping the tear, trapping the hate he has for himself for letting this carry on.

When you pull away, there's still a smile lighting up your face. Jungwon tries his best to not let all the unpleasant emotions he's feeling show. To you, he must look so in love. The way his lips are parted, the way his eyes are slightly widened and the way his breathing is a little heavier than before. You must think he looks so cute reacting in such a way to a kiss despite having been with you for so long.

But his reflection in your eyes shows only the fear on his face. At that moment Jungwon realizes, for the first time, exactly how dangerously he's fucked up.

It's been two weeks since you've returned home from your trip. “Baby I'm home.” You call into your apartment. Instead of hearing your boyfriend's voice greet you back from somewhere deeper in your apartment, you're met with silence. You call out to him again while putting your shoes to the side and you notice his shoes aren't there. ‘Oh, maybe he went out’ you think as you walk into the apartment.

It's a little weird he didn't text you to tell you he was going out but you weren't worried. It wasn't unusual for him to get swept up in his plans with his friends and forget to shoot you a message, so you went about your evening hoping he was having fun. You send him a quick ‘Hope you're having fun Honey✨’ and began your evening routine.

The sun had already begun to set so you decided a shower first before anything else would be best. However, when you open your shared closet to find a pair of pyjamas, confusion washes over you when you see the closet half empty, only your clothes remaining inside the shared space. “He wouldn't…” You open the top cupboards of the closet and horrifyingly confirming your thoughts, his suitcases are gone.

You run over to your shared dresser top and frantically rip open every drawer. Every item belonging to him, gone. Panic fully begins to set in. You clutch at your chest, your breathing picking up unsteadily. You knew he seemed off recently, he always had a far away look in his eyes, like something was on his mind. You were worried yes, but you'd learned to let him come to you whenever he may be having issues. Pressuring him to tell you would only make him pull away further, so you waited for when he felt ready to tell you. You assumed this time would be no different.

Rushing over to your desk, you go to grab your phone to call him when your eyes land on a folded sheet of paper you didn't notice before, tucked underneath your dresser lamp. With shaky hands, you pick up the paper and open it. Your stomach twists with every word you read. You want to throw up.

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Dear Y/n,

I'm writing you this letter because I don't think I could do this in person. I can't even bare the thought alone of the look on your face if I were to tell you this in person. It's cowardly of me, I already know that but I just can't do it. And honestly, I don't even know where to start but, if I were to start anywhere it'd be by saying, I loved you.

There was truly a time where I really loved you. You were the light of my life. You lit fireworks within my soul with just a single touch. My heart would beat out of my chest everytime I laid eyes on you, and only you. But, it isn't like that anymore. I'm not sure when I fell out of love but I've dragged on this facade for far too long.

It was cruel of me to keep going, to keep letting you think that I still felt as I did in the beginning and I know I should've ended it far earlier, I should’ve tried to save you as much pain as possible. But I was scared. Of what? Making you hate me? Of you losing that light I fell in love with in the first place? Maybe, I’m really not sure anymore.

I won't blame you for hating me though, if you never forgive me. You'll have every right too.

You don't see it now but, this is for the best. You're the smartest, funniest & brightest soul I've ever met. You deserve boundless happiness, nothing short of the world, everything that I can't give you. I hope that this doesn't dim your light, that you forget about me and move on to happier times, brighter days like you deserve. I mean this from the bottom of my heart, I'm truly sorry Y/n.

Sincerely,

Yang Jungwon

A knock at the door breaks through the laughter echoing through the living room. Jungwon is actually thankful for the interruption. He's trying to have fun, to relax with his friends who are clearly trying to cheer him up despite not fully knowing why he's upset but there's a hollow feeling in his chest he just can't seem to fill enough to feel like himself again. “I'll get it, it's probably the pizza we ordered.” He says and gets up and heads to the door. When he opens the door, the world comes to a screeching halt.

You're standing in front of him, hunched over with your hands on your knees, panting heavily. He immediately notices the crumpled paper in your right hand and the disheveled state you're in. Your hair is a mess, you're still in your work clothes and you aren't wearing any shoes. “Jungwon, what's taking so long?” One of the guys calls from inside the apartment but he can't tell who it is. Jungwon hears something crack and then there's a growing ringing in his ears. His breathing has picked up as well, uneven and unsteady. His hand shakes where he's still gripping the door knob.

“Say it.” You pant, your voice bursting through the ringing in his ears, silencing every other sound around him. “W-what…” Jungwon croaks, his throat suddenly extremely dry. “Say it!” you blurt out angrily. Jungwon flounders, unsure of what you want him to say, of what he could even say to you right now. His silence only seems to anger you further, you ball your fists tighter before abruptly looking up at him and shouting. “Say you hate me!!”

The redness of your eyes, your puffy, tear stained cheeks and dried lips all catch Jungwon off guard. You look…broken. “I-I don't hate you-” he stammers, but he barely gets the words out. “No! You have to say it! That's the only way for this to make any sense!” You snap, shaking the crumpled letter in your hand. “W-what do you mean?-” Jungwon questions, confusion overtaking him. “The only way for this letter to make sense is for you to say that you hate me!” Tears spill over your waterline, your voice breaking as you speak. Faintly, he hears another crack.

“Did I d-do something wrong? What did I do wrong?-” you ask through broken sobs. Jungwon can't bare the look in your eyes, he sees your fragile heart, the way your soul is desperately clinging to it, trying to stop any more shards from falling. He ends up reaching out to you instinctively, “Y/n you didn't─”

“WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?!” you wail, shutting your eyes and balling your fists, surging forward and hitting him repeatedly in the chest weakly. Jungwon hears another crack, louder this time. He's stunned, scared, he feels tears trembling behind his own eyes. Rushing footsteps resound from within the apartment and come to an abrupt halt behind him. “What's going on? We heard yelling and─” Jake is cut off by Sunoo's surprised yell, “Y/n!?” Neither you or Jungwon acknowledge any of them, your attention still remains on Jungwon.

“Did I upset you somehow? Did I hurt you?” You continue to cry, begging him for an answer, trying to rationalize why. “N-no no no!” Jungwon exclaims, grabbing your wrists. “Then why?” You sob, you don't struggle against his hold. You feel his own hands trembling around your wrists. “Y-you’re the love of my l-life Jungwon─ my-my everything! Please don't do this!” you beg, clinging desperately to his shirt.

Your desperation makes Jungwon's stomach twist. He didn't think he'd ever see you like this and frankly, he wishes he never did. Your broken cries and trembling body rattle him to his core. Another crack, this one even louder than the last. “Tell me this w-was all a trick! S-some fucked up joke! An elaborate lie or something─anything!” you demand, your grip on his shirt tightening. The way your voice trembles with anguish, pain burned into every word.

��Do you think I don't love you? I-Is that it? Because I do Jungwon! I do love you! I love you so so much!” Jungwon's breath gets caught in his throat. Stop. Stop saying that. You need to stop saying that.

“Y-Y/n don’t─”

“I don't care h-how many times I have t-to say it! I love you Jungwon! I love you!”

“Y/n stop it─”

“I-I love you! I love you! I love you! I-I love you! I love─”

Suddenly something inside of Jungwon snaps and the sound of shattering glass echoes throughout his entire being.

“Y/n stop!! I just can't do this anymore!” He declares, finding the strength to push you off of him. You stumble back, eyes wide with shock and he sees another shard slip from your soul's embrace. “I can't keep pretending to love you! I tried lying to myself, I tried waiting to see if that spark would come back but it never did!” The tears finally break free, his chest is tight and he can't stop shaking.

“We can't make this work! We can't go back to how things used to be! I can't hide from the truth Y/n! I don't love you anymore!” He finally admits it. Sure, he said so in the letter but being able to say the words out loud to you, it's as if a weight has finally been lifted off his shoulders. Jungwon watches you process his confession. He sees a multitude of emotions wash over your face in a matter of seconds. Surprise, anger, pain, defeat, guilt until you finally settle on what looks to be sadness and possibly, acceptance.

Your shoulders slump and your fists loosen, his letter you hadn't let go of this entire time slips from your grasp. He can still see just how much pain you're in, your soul stands still, solemnly looking down at the shattered pieces of your heart at its feet. All the fight in you seems to dissolve but in one last show of strength, the corners of your lips curl up into a crooked smile, one that just barely reaches your eyes.

“I'm sorry...you hurt yourself this much─ trying not to hurt me. T-thank you for trying to protect me...until the end.” you sniffle, your tears are still flowing, soaking your favorite blazer. You turn around, obviously indicating that you're about to leave but before you walk away, you look back for what Jungwon knows is the last time, “I love you Jungwon.”

“I know.”

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[mimagnettic]

really controlling and possessive bf jay and y/n cant even fight him cause he takes care and comforts her the best😛😛

honestly i need this icl

MDNI

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Your life started feeling less like your own and more like something curated by him a long time ago, polished and planned down to the last detail. Jay's hand is in everything. The apartment you live in, the clothes hanging in your closet, the yoga mat rolled neatly by the window—all filtered through his preferences. And he never hides it. He doesn't need to.

He buys you a car, a matte black one you never would've picked yourself, and had it delivered with a big ivory bow on top. Every Sunday, he takes it to get detailed himself, always filling the tank and slipping a couple hundred-dollar bills into the middle console. "For when I'm not around," he says like that ever happens.

You try to buy something small one afternoon—just a purse you thought was cute—and he spots it the moment you walk in the door. "That's ugly," he says flatly, already pulling out his phone to process the return. "I would've bought you something prettier if you told me you wanted a new one." And he means it. He already has the sales associate on the phone before you can argue.

Groceries? He's got someone delivering them. Fitness? You've got three classes a week—a private pilates class, spin, barre—prepaid months in advance. All you have to do is show up. He even checks your step count at the end of the day, not because he doesn't trust you, but because he cares. At least, that's what he says, murmuring it against your hair while you sit curled into him on the couch.

"Did you eat today?" You nod.

"What'd you have?"

"Um... a smoothie?" He raises a brow. "That's not food, baby."

You call him Jongie and that’s the only time he softens instantly, brushing your cheek with his thumb and kissing your jaw with a sigh. And no matter how controlling he gets, you can't ever seem to bring yourself to push back—because he's always right, always ready to comfort you, always doing everything in your best interest.

And when you do sulk, refusing to look at him because he replaced all your snacks with nutritionist-approved alternatives again, he just picks you up, sets you on the kitchen counter, kisses your knee, and says, "Tell me what you want, baby. I'll get it for you. But you're still eating clean first."

Jay doesn't just take care of you—he cultivates you. From the supplements he drops into your palm every morning to the fruit and water-rich dinners he insists on making himself "You're glowing, baby. That's me, you know that, right?", he treats you like something that belongs on display. Beautiful. Cared for. His.

And he proves it every time he pulls you into the sheets like it's part of some routine only he gets to orchestrate.

Tonight's no different.

The lights are dimmed low, music from his playlist murmuring through hidden speakers, something warm and slow. He moves you like he's practiced it and maybe he has. He spreads you open over those clean white sheets, kissing down your stomach, murmuring every now and then how soft you feel, how good you smell, how your skin tastes like strawberries and citrus because he planned for it to.

"See?" he murmurs between your legs, voice low and reverent as he presses his tongue against you like he's savoring a wine he aged himself. "Told you it'd be worth it. You taste so fucking good, baby—been feeding you right, haven't I?"

You whimper something incoherent, thighs twitching against his shoulders, but he just laughs quietly, gripping your hips harder to hold you still. "What? Can't speak now? I keep you so well-fed, so taken care of, and this is what I get? A little moan?"

And then he does it again. Deeper. Slower. Licking into you like he's dragging the flavor from a ripe piece of fruit, like you're something he grew, plucked, and peeled just for this.

It's intimate. Indulgent. Almost scary, how completely his you feel.

After, he's slow to move, wiping you clean with a warm cloth like always, murmuring praise against your skin while you tremble under the weight of his care. And then, like clockwork, he tucks you into his chest, kisses your hair, and pulls your favorite blanket over both of you.

"You need water," he says softly, thumb brushing your jaw. "That body's mine—I'm not letting it run low on anything."

You nod, still hazy, and he presses another kiss to your forehead, already reaching over to grab the bottle he placed by the bed earlier.

It's always there. Everything you need—before you even know you'll need it. Because Jay doesn't just love you. He maintains you. Like he'd fall apart if you ever stopped letting him.

His hand tightens a little. "You are my favorite thing I've ever taken care of."

And he means it. He handles every piece of your life because no one else does it right. He books your appointments—your facials, your blowouts, your waxes.

He gives you everything. So the moment someone makes you cry, he doesn't just get angry. He gets offended.

Because how dare anyone break something he's worked so hard to keep whole?

You weren't trying to test him. Not really. But he'd been so busy lately, all wrapped up in meetings and deadlines and reschedules, and you were starting to feel like a side piece in your own relationship.

So when that friend—the one you know he hates—invited you out for dinner, you said yes. You didn't tell him. You didn't post. You just went.

You even turned off your location. But then you get worried when he doesn’t text or call

You come home to low lights and silence. Jay's on the couch, in all black, one arm stretched across the backrest and a glass of neat whiskey in his hand. The fireplace is on. The air feels wrong.

"Hey," you start softly, stepping out of your shoes.

"Turn around." You freeze.

"Phone," he says. Still quiet. Still calm. "Now."

You hesitate for a second too long, and his eyes lift to meet yours. They don't flicker or even blink.

"You can tell me where you were, or I can find out."

And you know he will so you hand it over. He doesn't scroll—he taps. Opens your texts, your maps history, your hidden album. He already knows, he just wants to see.

When he finally sets your phone down, he doesn't speak. Just pats the cushion beside him. You sit slowly, heartbeat in your throat. Jay doesn't look at you. He just tips his glass and says, "You think I do all this for fun?"

Your brows furrow. "All what—?"

"This." He gestures vaguely. "Pay your bills. Buy your food. Dress you. Keep track of you. Do you think I do that because it's easy?"

"I didn't think—"

"No," he cuts in, soft but sharp. "You didn't."

And then he finally turns to face you. His voice drops even lower. "You turned off your location for someone I told you not to see. After everything I do to keep you safe. After every time I warned you."

He exhales through his nose, slow and furious. "I treat you like something precious, and you act like you're disposable."

You flinch..

"Look at me," he says. You do. His voice softens a little—but only in volume. "I take care of everything so you don't have to think about this world the way I do. I watch for every little danger, every little manipulation, so you don't have to. That's what I do. And all I ask—all I fucking ask—is that you let me."

Silence.

He slides his hand over your thigh. Warm and heavy. "I know you think it's too much sometimes. I know you think you're still independent. But baby, that ended a long time ago." You blink up at him, lips parting.

"You belong to me. All of you. Even your time. Even your disobedience."

His thumb presses just above your knee, right where your dress ends. "I'm not mad you went," he murmurs. "I'm mad you lied."

You feel your throat tighten. "I won't punish you," he adds. "You're already punishing yourself. I can see it all over you."

You nod. You are. You hate the ache in his voice.

He softens just enough to let you fold into him, burying your face in his chest like you always do.

But then—he adds, "She won't be part of your life anymore. You know that, right?”

It's not a question. He rubs your back, gentle again. Like nothing even happened. Like he didn't just remind you of how deep his hold really goes.

He loves you. Intensely. But that love comes with weight.

So when your private pilates instructor gives you a rare, tight smile at the end of today's session and says,

"He'll be pleased,"

Your heart soars.

Because you need him to be.

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• a/n: guys i want this for MYSELF

[mimagnettic]

i need a big boy 𖤐 [p.sh]

you've heard the stories and you know what happens to bunnies that enter the woods at night. really, it’s your fault. you knew this would happen. it’s like you wanted this… no? oh, but didn’t you?

☆ pairing → wolf!sunghoon x afab bunny!reader

☆ word count → 3.9k

☆ tags → oneshot, wolf!sunghoon x bunny!reader, little red riding hood inspired, petnames (bun, bunny, u get it), reader is a little dumb

☆ smut tags → pwp, noncon/dubcon, p in v, oral sex (f!receiving), loss of virginity, some blood, blood kink, virginity kink, breeding kink, mentions of womb/cervix/cherry-popping, knotting, saliva/drool, squirting, biting/claiming, mentions of death, this is just a tiny bit nasty :3

☆ warnings → pls heed the tags! noncon/dubcon claiming :3 lapslock + not proofread i’m sleep deprived and Crazy rn.

☆ a/n → wrote this trying to get out of my writer’s block </3 pls enjoy my belligerent 1am insanity

minors dni. dark content ahead.

♪ all the girls are needing, i need a big boy give me a big boy, i need a big boy

“h-hello? is anyone there?”

your voice is soft and shaky. your soft, plush white ears stand tall as they flick, listening for something—anything. your tail is stiff in fear and you can’t shake the feeling of being watched.

you don’t know how you got here; the middle of the dark, dangerous woods that are in no way a place for something like you, at least not this late at night. you’ve never ventured this far at night, you know better—you know that it isn’t safe for bunnies like you.

you’ve heard the stories of what happens to bunnies like you when they get caught. you’ve seen the bodies brought back to your village—bloodied, mangled, dead and used. every corpse that was brought back reeked of… of wolves.

you were just supposed to be on your way to your grandma’s house. every month, on the same day, your grandma calls you to her house for a visit. usually you make the journey with your mother, but your mother is terribly sick with a cold and told you it was okay for you to venture alone.

“you’ll be okay, sunshine. whatever you do, stay on the trail. do not leave the path. if it starts getting dark, come back.” your mom’s voice was sweet and caring as she packed you a basket with treats for you and your grandma to share.

your mother trusted you enough with this, and you didn’t want to let her down. you missed your grandma terribly and wanted nothing more than to make it to her house safely.

but—there’s always a but.

you’re lost.

somehow you managed to stray from the trail. something distracted you, but in your fear you can’t even seem to recall what it was. one second you were walking the trail like a good daughter, and the next the sun was gone and so was the path.

you tried to find your way back, but it only caused you to be more confused and lost. it was dark, the only light coming from the glow of the full moon. you were whimpering in fear. the full moon only means one thing: wolves.

somewhere along your search back to the trail, you heard something. there was a snap! then it was quiet, too quiet. the silence is eerie, uncomfortable. you feel like you’re being watched… like something is there with you, watching you, waiting for you.

you let out another sound of distress, your ears flicking anxiously. you freeze when you hear the sound again, closer this time. you don’t move—you can’t. you’re frozen in place, just like a helpless prey.

“hello? is anyone there?” your voice shakes. you’re trembling, your fingers gripping the basket so tight that the wood starts to splinter. “hello?”

then, you hear a chuckle. the sound is low, deep, and it echoes and resonates deep within you.

“tsk, tsk, tsk.” the voice is getting closer. “poor little bunny, are you lost?”

your eyes widen like saucers when the owner of the voice shows itself. a wolf. you’re frozen in fear still, not knowing whether to run and hide or to freeze and accept your fate.

“w-wolf!” you stutter, your voice not able to reach a complete scream. you can’t scream, you can’t run. it’s too late.

“pretty bunny, are you lost?” the wolf repeats himself. “i can show you the way. i don’t bite.”

the wolf emphasizes the word with a big grin, the moonlight glints and his canines radiate.

“oh, what sharp teeth you have,” you whimper. “you’re not going to eat me?”

“no, bunny,” the wolf still has that wolfish grin on hus face. “i would never eat a bunny. i’m a nice wolf, you can trust me…”

“_____,” against your better judgement, you tell the wolf your name. “will you really show me the way?”

“yes, bunny,” the wolf nods, taking a few steps closer. his eyes rake up and down your trembling body, and his gaze stops at the very end of your cloak. “my name is sunghoon, bun.”

“s-sunghoon?”

the wolf, sunghoon, nods. “sounds so pretty comin’ from your mouth, bun. what are you doing out here all alone? it isn’t safe for an innocent bunny like you. you’d be eaten alive by some real bad wolves by now if i hadn’t found you.”

your cheeks heat, and your gaze drops to the floor. your ears droop at the shame of being lost. “i’m just trying to make it to my grandma’s house, mr. wolf. she lives near the middle of the forest, by the big lake.”

“ah, does she now?” sunghoon licks his lips. “i know exactly where that is. you’re lucky you ran into me tonight, bun. i can show you the way.”

“really?” you perk up, meeting his eyes again. he’s closer now, so close that if you reached your arm out you would be able to touch him. he smells… oddly okay, not like how the other bunnies at your village describe wolves to smell like. he smells of grass and flowers and oak, not like the blood of bunnies. “please, please, please!”

sunghoon chuckles, his gaze dark as he looks down at you. the height difference is jarring, he’s over a head taller than you, and from up close you can see that he’s big.

he’s way bigger than you, his arms are so big that the plain t-shirt he’s wearing looks small, way too small for his body. he has prominent veins along his forearms and hands that pop out and twitch with his every movement, and his chest is so extremely large that it looks as if he has ginormous pecs. his shoulders are so broad, and you think that sunghoon is probably very strong.

“of course, bunny. you just have to follow me. i know a shortcut to the lake. it’s very close, just up ahead. maybe another half mile.” sunghoon reaches his hand out, offering it to you. “come, bun. let me take you.”

you’re trusting—too trusting for your own good—as you take his hand, letting him enclose his large palm over your small hand.

sunghoon leads you deeper into the woods, and you follow him blindly. you can’t wait to be at your grandma’s house, and you trust that sunghoon will lead you there in no time.

it’s odd, though. you haven’t seen or heard a single animal or creature near you in minutes.

“you’re very pretty, bunny. your cloak seems so soft and warm.” sunghoon’s voice breaks the silence. “i wonder, what are you wearing underneath it?”

“thank you. my grandma gifted me this cloak,” you say, softly. “i’m wearing a dress my grandma also handmade for me.”

“mmm,” sunghoon hums. “you smell very good, bun. like chocolate and vanilla. i wonder how you taste, too.”

you shiver. “what?”

“nothing, bun. we’re almost there.”

you start to tremble again, but then you smell the water, and you know the lake is near. your parents always told you to not trust wolves, that wolves will only tear you apart and lick your bones clean one by one, but this wolf—sunghoon, has been trustworthy. he didn’t eat you.

the lake comes into view moments later, the water practically sparkles underneath the moonlight.

you gasp. “sunghoon! you really brought me here! thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“i told you, bunny,” sunghoon grins. “your grandma’s house should be near. are you staying overnight?”

“no, i’m supposed to return home tonight, my parents will be worried sick if i don’t…”

“then i shall wait for you, bun. i will accompany you on your way back home to make sure you make it safe and sound.”

“oh,” you say, surprised. “you would do that?”

“of course. i have to make sure you don’t get eaten by any wolves… hm?”

“o-okay,” you murmur, sheepish. “i shouldn’t be long.”

sunghoon nods, and you rush off to your grandma’s. her house is only around the corner, so the walk is quick.

you think about sunghoon the whole way there. he proved that wolves aren’t all bad. some wolves can be trusted and some wolves won’t eat you. everything you’ve learned about wolves was wrong, and you can’t wait to go back to your village and spread the new information you learned.

“grandma! i’m here!”

your grandma’s house is warm and comforting as you enter. you set the basket of goods on her small wooden table.

“dear! you made it!” your grandma approaches you, rushing you into a hug. “i was so scared, dear. it’s so late at night.”

“yes, grandma. i’m safe.” you reassure her. “mom packed you some sweets, your favorite.”

“ah, did she—” your grandma stills. “dear, what’s that smell?”

you sniff the air. “what do you mean?”

“you—you reek of wolf!”

“grandma, it’s okay! please, calm down! the wolf helped me here! he didn’t try to eat me!”

“you’re a traitor—traitor!” your grandma backs away in horror. “you brought a wolf here? you need to leave, now.”

“no, grandma, please! he wouldn’t hurt me, or you!” you reach for her, wanting to console her, but she flinches away like she’s been burned.

“no family of mine will be in contact with a wolf,” your grandma spits the word like it’s poison. “get out. never come back.”

“no, grandma!”

she rushes you out the door, locking it behind you and leaving you out in the cold with nothing but your cloak. you sniffle, hot tears making their way down your cheeks as you sob and knock on the door rapidly.

“grandma! please! let me in!” you cry, helplessly holding onto the doorknob like she’ll open it. “please!”

it seems like an eternity that passes before you get tired of trying. your grandma disowned you and left you in the cold. you can’t go back, what if the rest of the town also treats you the same way? what do you do?

you get a brilliant idea then. you’ll go to the lake and wash yourself. you’ll wash the scent of sunghoon away and make it back home. nobody will know.

you make it a few steps before you smell it again—him.

“bunny? what’s wrong?” sunghoon steps into view. his face is masked with concern and pity. “poor little bunny, why are you crying?”

“my grandma—she,” the thought of your grandma has you breaking down once more. you rush into sunghoon’s arms, his big chest comforts you. “she left me! she told me to get out as i smell like a wolf, and told me she never wanted to see me again!”

sunghoon cradles your head as you sob into his chest. “shh, there, there. it’ll be alright, bunny. she just doesn’t understand.”

“i have to go to the lake—i have to wash off before i go home. or else they—they won’t accept me back.”

“okay, bunny. let’s go to the lake and wash you off. then i’ll walk you home, okay?” sunghoon’s voice is deep and low, and somehow comforting.

you nod, sniffling, and let sunghoon lead you to the lake, hand in hand.

sunghoon is quiet as he leads you both knee deep into the water. he reaches for your cloak, and you let him undress you. your cries quiet now, only sniffles escape every few moments.

sunghoon drops your cloak somewhere below you, before reaching for the straps of your small, silk babydoll dress.

he sucks in a breath, but you’re too overwhelmed by your grandma to pay any mind to it. he undoes the straps one by one, before letting your dress slide down and fall into the water as well.

“bunny,” sunghoon murmurs. “kneel and wash yourself.”

you obey, making sure to rinse yourself and get rid of the wolf scent on you. after your fur is soaked and your body is freezing, you consider yourself clean enough.

“bunny, you’re shaking,” sunghoon says. “are you cold?”

you nod, and sunghoon coos. “but your clothes are all wet. whatever will we do?”

“i-i don’t know…” you’re freezing and trembling so much that your teeth chatter as your tail drips water into the lake. “it’s so cold.” you whine.

“aw, is my bunny cold?” sunghoon coos again. “do you need me to warm you up?”

you nod, and sunghoon grins. “come here, bunny. come to me.”

you step closer to him, and he pulls you in roughly. he wraps his arms around you, enclosing your body with his larger one. he’s so warm, extremely warm, and you let out a soft sigh as your body finally starts to warm up.

“you’re so small, bunny,” sunghoon’s breath hits your ears as he speaks. “and so soft, so supple and soft.”

you whine, shy, and then you feel it.

“s-sunghoon… something is poking me,” you whisper.

“is there?” sunghoon murmurs, his voice low and dripping something you aren’t sure of.

the hardness you feel twitches, pressing deeper against your thigh. you’re scared to look down, scared of what you might see.

“sunghoon, it—it’s…”

“fuck,” sunghoon growls, suddenly. you flinch at his outburst, your ears stiffening and standing tall upon your head. “i can’t hold back anymore.”

“sunghoon, what?” you say, your voice shaking.

sunghoon ignores you, picking you up and out of the water, carrying you in his arms as he reaches grass and mud again.

“you make me crazy, bun,” sunghoon’s voice is rough as he speaks. “i can’t hold back anymore. not when you’re nude and presenting yourself so nicely to me.”

“s-sunghoon?” you tremble in his hold. he releases you, then, to put you back onto your feet.

when you meet his eyes again, he looks different. gone is the comforting face you thought you knew, and now there’s a predatory, evil look in his eyes.

“please, sunghoon, you’re scaring me.” you plead, whisper. “sunghoon?”

it’s like he can’t hear you. he doesn’t answer as he leans down, his hands on your bare waist as he presses his nose into the crook of your neck and inhales deeply.

“fuck, bun, you smell so good,” sunghoon groans, and you feel the hardness return. sunghoon grinds against your leg, and your tail stiffens in fear. “you smell so delicious, bunny. so perfect for me. i’m going to tear you apart.”

“sunghoon, no! please!” you cry and beg. he wouldn’t eat you, he’d never, right?

“don’t worry, bun. i’m not going to eat you,” sunghoon chuckles and it vibrates against your skin. he licks a stripe from your collarbone to your ear, before whispering, “but i’m going to ravage you. you’re mine now, bunny.”

you tremble in his hold, cringing at the feeling of his tongue against your skin. “no! sunghoon! please, please!”

then suddenly, sunghoon lets you go. “no?”

“no!” you cry, pleading. “please!”

“run, bunny,” sunghoon smirks, his sharp canines making an appearance again. “i’ll count to three. i’ll give you a headstart. if i catch you, i get to take you.”

you turn on your heels immediately, scrambling to run for your life. you’re still naked, and the ground is rough on your feet as you try to dodge rocks and branches.

“one…”

you’re heaving, running so hard that you feel like you might throw up.

“two…”

but bunnies are known for being quick, aren’t they?

“three! i’m coming, bunny. you can’t hide from me!”

your heart drops. you don’t know where you are, but you know that sunghoon is already close, you hear his footsteps gradually getting closer to you, and you have nowhere to hide. you look around frantically, looking for something, anything.

your eyes land on a small hole, just big enough to burrow yourself in. that’s it, you think. you’ll hide there.

you’re almost in the hole, digging yourself deeper when you smell him.

“poor little bunny,” sunghoon’s voice is too close. “are you lost?”

he growls, and you feel his fingers close around your ankle as you get violently dragged from the hole. you were so close.

you let out a bloodcurdling scream.

“found you.” sunghoon looks crazy. he’s panting, his eyes wide with excitement. “i told you, you can’t hide from me. you’re mine. i could smell your fear from a mile away. could smell your sweet, little pussy calling out to me.

“no! please, let me go!” you thrash in his hold, but it’s no use. sunghoon is stronger than you as he straddles your hips, your wrists above your head and held by one of his hands as the other explores your body.

“shhh, bun. i’ll take good care of you,” sunghoon laughs, in a frenzy. “you smell unmated, fresh and sweet. i’ve never taken a bunny before. it’ll be both our first times, hm?”

you can’t reply anymore, you’re choking on your spit and tears, and you’re more than sure that there’s snot rolling down the sides of your cheeks as well.

“sweet, virgin bunny,” sunghoon leans in to lick your cheek, eating up all your tears and wetness. “you taste so good, i wonder how you taste down here.”

you kick your legs and thrash when sunghoon lifts his hips. it’s the wrong move, because sunghoon comes back up to snap his teeth at you. he bites at your jaw, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make you go limp—tranquilizing you.

“stay still, bunny. or i really might just eat you instead.”

you cry silently, finally giving up as sunghoon disappears below you. he spreads your legs open, exhaling at the sight of your pussy, all presented to him.

“you look delicious,” sunghoon leans in, inhaling deeply as he uses his fingers to spread your folds, exposing yourself to him. you feel wetness as he licks a stripe from your asshole to your clit. “you taste so good—i’m never going to get enough of you, bunny.”

you whimper as he licks you—practically eating you with his mouth. your clit is sensitive, the nub starting to swell against your will as he continues to devour you with his tongue.

“bunny,” sunghoon murmurs. “you like this, don’t you?”

“n-no! no, no!” you say, weak. you shake your head, trembling as your ears flatten.

“oh? but your body betrays you. your hole is already getting itself ready for my cock.” sunghoon chuckles, evil. “so wet already.”

sunghoon trails his fingers from your thighs to your pussy, and your hole flutters as he slowly sticks his two fingers past your entrance.

“fuck, bun, you’re so tight,” sunghoon groans. “your little virgin pussy is going to break when i get my cock in you. how are you going to take my knot like this?”

your eyes widen in fear. “knot? no—sunghoon, i can’t!”

“but you will,” sunghoon raises himself, and you’re horrified to see that he’s already nude. his cock is huge, hard and leaking. his cock is a deep shade of red, bordering on purple with how hard he is. “you’ll make it fit. it’s okay if it doesn’t. i’m still going to take you anyways.”

you shake your head as he gets closer to you, one hand around his cock as the tip prods at your entrance. “no! sunghoon! i’m not ready—you’re going to break me! please!”

sunghoon growls. “shut up. take it. take it like the innocent virgin bunny you are. i’m going to ruin you, you’re going to reek of alpha once i’m done with you. you’ll never be able to go home after this.”

he pushes into you roughly, and you can’t hold back the scream you let out. your voice cracks with the intensity of your scream. the pain is unbearable, your body just wants to cave in on itself and shut down.

“fuck, you’re so tight. i’m going to break you. i’m going to fill you with my litter. you’re never leaving, you’ll take my cum and carry my pups forever.”

sunghoon groans, his eyes never leaving yours as he fucks into you roughly, his balls slapping against your buttcheeks with every thrust. you smell the blood—the blood that leaves your cunt as sunghoon’s cock breaks past the first layer inside of you. it drips down your cheeks and onto the dirty ground beneath you, and you’re ashamed.

you’re no longer a virgin anymore. you’ve been taken and broken in by the worst kind—a wolf.

sunghoon growls, animalistic, slamming into you at a pace ao brutal that it bruises your insides—bruising your cervix. then you feel it, the tip of his cock breaching so deep into you, practically reaching your womb.

“you feel that?” sunghoon groans, rolling his eyes. “i’m so deep inside you, bunny. i’ve broken you, i’m going to fuck you so good, every day, every day until your stomach is round with my pups. and then i’ll do it again, and again, and again.”

you cry, but your body betrays you. the pain and pleasure makes you want to just die. you’re torn between submitting and fighting back.

your body seems to decide for you as you tighten around sunghoon’s cock.

“fuck, yeah, you like this, don’t you? you like being used by me, huh? fucking whore. just wanted to get your virginity stolen away from you by a big, bad wolf, hm? that’s all you really needed, right?”

sunghoon never lets up. his cock pushes past the entrance of your womb with every thrust, and he’s losing himself in the feeling of being inside your tight, wet heat. your walls are so soft, so tight, practically sucking him in every time he pulls back out, just to slam back in harder than before.

your body keeps betraying you, because on a particularly hard thrust, you seize up, releasing wet, clear liquid all over sunghoon’s cock.

“i’m—i’m peeing!” you squeal, your release still squirting like a waterfall on sunghoon’s cock.

“fuck, bunny, your little pussy just squirted all over me. you like it that much? fuck, fuck,” sunghoon growls, leaning down and pressing his face into your neck. “that’s it, keep squirting on alpha’s cock, just like that. make it all wet for me, fuck!”

sunghoon does the unimaginable then; he bites you. his teeth sink deep into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, biting down and breaking skin, his canines drawing blood from you.

you cry and scream and thrash in his hold, your pussy weakly clenching around his cock as he forces his mating bite onto you—claiming you as his for life.

you feel his cock swell, growing larger and bigger. you panic, trying to push him off of you, but it’s no use. he’s going to knot you, and you have no choice but to take it.

he pushes into you, breaking you open and shoving his knot inside of you. it hurts, you feel like you’ve been ripped open, and you can feel his body shake with pleasure as he finally releases his cum into your womb.

he keeps grinding and grinding as his cock shoots out more cum, filling you up with his white, hot release, marking you from the inside out.

he releases your neck, then, finally pulling his teeth out of you. you meet his eyes in horror, your mouth dropping open with a sob when you see blood—your blood all over sunghoon’s lips and chin.

he smirks, his teeth stained red, as he licks his lips.

“you’re mine now, little bunny. you can’t ever hide from me again.”

sunghoon grinds his cock, inflated with his knot, inside of you, and you know now—this is never going to end.

a/n: i feel insane it’s 2am i finished this in an hour pls bare w me if there r any mistakes…