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sugarhigh | choi su-bong (thanos)

pairing: choi su-bong (thanos) x f!reader warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, sex tape (i’m so sorry), public, very minor choking, spanking, toys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, angst, fluff, vaping, some mentions of the games including brief references to suicide & death note: this is a sequel to habit ft. plus size!reader, but it can be read alone if you want, idc. enjoy! this is also not proofread, which is beginning to be the norm for me, really. masterlist | fic recs: @grimmrecs

The moment the words ‘urban exploring’ leave Su-bong’s mouth, you know that it had to originate with one of his friends. His entourage would often spend long nights in the studio, taking pills and drinking alcohol, bragging about their conquests more than recording music. Several nights, even before your relationship began, Su-bong would stumble into your shared apartment, and collapse beside you in bed, rambling about how so-and-so told him about this new trend. Urban exploring is another in a long line of activities that you aren’t interested in, but you relent anyway, unable to resist the pout Su-bong gives you when he asks.

On your drive to the location Su-bong wants to explore, you recall the other activities he’s guilted you into. There was the Waterbomb Festival, where you were left with sunburn after the water guns washed away your sunblock. The sailing lessons in Busan that he insisted he needed to take even though he doesn’t own a boat, which resulted in you getting seasick. The trip to China to hike the Great Wall, with no preparation ahead of time, ended with him in the hospital for dehydration. Most recently, the kendo lessons that he gave up on after two classes, leaving him with a kendo stick and a few ideas that you aren’t yet willing to hear. Overall, you’d say none of the activities have been successful, and you have very little hope this one will either.

“Did you bring water?” You ask the question for the fifth time, maybe the tenth, judging from Su-bong’s annoyed expression. “Look, you won’t even tell me where we’re going,” you begin. “The last time you told me to pack water and sunblock–”

“This isn’t last time,” Su-bong interrupts, changing lanes without checking his side mirrors. “Urban exploring is different from hiking.”

“You wouldn’t even know,” you snap back, snatching the vape from his hand and pulling it from his reach, ignoring his annoyed groan. “If you’re going to act like this is Fast & the Furious, you can put both hands on the steering wheel and keep your eyes on the road; you’re going over the speed limit already, and this tin can–”

“Do not disrespect Chi Ming!”

“Su-bong, the car is ten years old and you just got it wrapped,” you lament, bracing yourself on the armrest of the door as Su-bong swerves to cut across two lanes of traffic. “All of the money you’ve put into this thing, and I still don’t understand why you can’t just invest in a new car.”

“Why would I?” Su-bong asks, with a scoff. “He’s perfect.” He strokes his hand over the dashboard, a smile on his face.

“Cars are generally referred to as ‘she’.”

“Once I get the new floor mats, I’ll be done,” he says, ignoring you. “Besides, they don’t make the Genesis coupe anymore.”

“I can see why.”

“Give me my fucking vape,” he grumbles, reaching towards you, and moving his body so suddenly, he jerks the car to the right, edging closer to the shoulder of the road.

“Su-bong, be careful,” you warn, gesturing to the road. “You act like you need your vape.”

“I do,” he answers, swiping his hand towards you again, but you tug the collar of your shirt away from your neck, and shove the cart into your bra. “Do you think I won’t go after it? I need those just as bad as my fucking vape…maybe more.”

“Maybe?” you ask, as Su-bong glances over at your chest, groping your breast over your shirt before reaching across to massage the other in kind.

“Take your shirt off,” Su-bong says, keeping his tone light, but slightly demanding. “The windows are tinted, so no one will see except me. Please, my girl?”

“That’s not happening,” you reply, shoving his hand away from your chest, even though you feel yourself thinking about giving in to his suggestion. “Are we almost there?”

“Not really,” he sighs. “Take a nap and I’ll wake you up when we’re close.”

You’re reluctant to take Su-bong’s suggestion, knowing that his driving will become more erratic when he’s unchecked, but the journey thus far has already made you tired and you’ll need your energy for whatever lies ahead. You let out a sigh, reclining your seat and curling up on your side facing Su-bong, your knees pulled into the seat to get comfortable.

After a moment, Su-bong lowers the volume of the music and slides his hand over your thigh, stopping as his fingers press against the back of your leg so he can gently squeeze. Since your relationship with Su-bong became official, he kept his promise, always finding ways to touch you. Some days, though, the contact felt like it was more for his benefit than yours, as if it kept him grounded in a way you couldn’t understand.

Two years after he moved in with you, Su-bong’s career dropped off and he made several bad investments in an effort to regain traction. The next thing you knew, he disappeared for three weeks, before reappearing with a new outlook on life and a full bank account. It took him some time to open up to you about it, a year to be exact, but he gradually told you about what he called The Games.

At first, you thought there was no way he could be telling the truth, as he had a penchant for exaggerating things, but the far off look he would get in his eyes would paint a different picture. The day you got up the courage to ask about the small scar on his collarbone, assuming he would dodge the question as he often did, he told you about a fight at the Games that nearly killed him. From the story, fractured as he would tell it, you grew to understand that Su-bong and the others were able to end the Games by voting to split the money and leave, but not before a fight broke out, during which he narrowly escaped being stabbed in the neck.

Su-bong would always grin and say, ‘Good thing he missed!’, tapping his fingers to the scar to solidify his point, but you knew him well enough to see the unease in his expression. With each new fact he told you about his time there, you understood more about the change in him when he returned: the moments of introspection that you weren’t always privy to and moments like now when he touches you like this, you can tell he needs to feel you, or else he’ll disappear back into The Games.

You’re unsure when you fall asleep or how long the remainder of the trip is, but you wake as you feel the car drive onto different terrain – bumpy and louder than the smooth asphalt of the expressway. Your eyes flutter open, finding Su-bong with both hands on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed out of the windshield. It’s clear from the expression on his face and the way he grips the steering wheel that he’s nervous, so you readjust your seat so you’re upright again, attempting to gauge where you are.

The sun has already begun to dip, bringing an orange glow to the sky, shining through the dense woods. The path you travel is dirt and gravel, overgrowth sticking up in between the cracks and along the edges, gently scraping against the car. It seems neverending, travelling up an incline that obscures what’s ahead. Su-bong drives like he’s afraid of where he’s going, and you’re inclined to tell him to turn around.

“Where the hell are we?” you ask.

Su-bong doesn’t respond, but as the road comes to an end, he follows the tire tracks in the grass to find a safe place to park. When he turns his attention towards you, his expression is uncertain, if not a bit frightened; it does nothing to settle the anxiety building in your chest.

“Just through the trees,” Su-bong says, gesturing out of the front window. “Let’s go, my girl.” Su-bong is out of the car before you can object, so you scramble after him, catching up just as he walks into the treeline.

“Slow down,” you snap, sliding into place beside him so you can walk the small path together.

Su-bong is uncharacteristically quiet, walking hesitantly through the trees. Within the woods, you find the foliage to be overgrown, obstructing most of the sunlight, so you pull your phone from your pocket, using the flashlight to illuminate the path in front of you. Each step you take heightens your awareness, filling you with unease, so you reach for Su-bong’s hand, threading your fingers together.

“It’s okay,” he assures you, keeping his eyes trained ahead of him. “We’re almost there.”

You’re unsure how much longer you walk, but you suddenly hear the sound of water echoing through the trees along with slivers of remaining light on the ground ahead of you. Su-bong walks faster now, pulling you along with him, nearly causing you to trip over tree roots hidden in the underbrush. He pushes several branches out of the way of his face, tugging you closer to him so you’re able to avoid them as you exit the treeline and find yourselves nearer to a mountain ledge than you expect.

“Woah!” you exclaim, planting your feet to stop yourself as you use your other hand to grab Su-bong’s forearm. “I don’t want to get too close to the edge, Su-bong.”

“I’ve got you,” Su-bong assures you. “I won’t let you fall.” You creep closer to the edge, staying a few feet away, but just close enough to see beyond the branches of the remaining trees. “This is Hwanggeum Mountain,” he says, his voice quiet as he holds your hand in both of his, stroking his thumb over your skin. You glance over the sides of the ledge, spotting several buildings and cars at the shoreline below, as well as another overlook nearby with guardrails surrounding the ledge.

“This isn’t really ‘urban exploring’,” you say. “This is just hiking and sightseeing. We could have gone over there by that overlook.; it seems safer.”

“We can’t see it from there.”

“See what?”

Su-bong is silent, but he stares out into the sea ahead of him. The deep orange of the sky reflects off of the water, illuminating the horizon and as you follow Su-bong’s gaze, you spot several islands in the distance. You stare for a moment, wondering if there’s a fireworks display or some other light show that might be starting soon, but finally you look back to your boyfriend in confusion. The look in his eyes is unlike what you’ve seen before – forlorn and pensive. His jaw is set tight, and he takes slow and steady breaths. Both of his hands still grasp yours, his fingers rubbing softly over the back of your hand. Your confusion quickly shifts to concern.

“What are we looking at?” You keep your voice low, soft, making sure you don’t upset him any further, but he flinches when you speak.

“Do you see that island?” Su-bong asks, his voice frail, not looking at you but keeping his gaze fixed on the sea.

“The big one?” you ask, peering out in front of you.

“Further out.”

“I mean…yeah, barely.”

“That was it,” he says, simply. It takes a minute for his words to sink in, but you realize what he means: this is the island where he played The Games.

“Su-bong,” you whisper, shifting your both towards him and tipping your head so you can try to catch his gaze. He doesn’t budge, staying locked onto the misty island in the distance as if he’s in a trance. “Baby,” you say, raising your voice just a little. “We didn’t have to come here. There’s no reason for–”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m still there,” he interrupts. “Or that it never happened at all.” He lets out a laugh that gets caught in his throat, his grip on your hands tightening. “The things that happened there,” he continues. “The things people had to do to survive…the things I did…”

When you notice the tears welling up in his eyes, you gently pull your hands from his grasp and take hold of his hips so you can maneuver him away from the edge of the cliff. Instead, you steer him a few feet away, turning his back to the horizon to face you. He finally meets your gaze, still uneasy and on the verge of tears.

“Look at me,” you say. “You’re not there anymore. That place has been abandoned for years; didn’t you tell me it burned down after you got out?”

“Yeah,” Su-bong nods. “We saw the flames from the boat.”

“Then you don’t have to be afraid of it anymore,” you say. “You’re safe. I promise you.” Su-bong takes a deep, shaky breath, and you wipe away the tears that started to roll from his eyes. “I know you did some things that you aren’t proud of,” you continue, taking a step closer to your boyfriend to slip your arms around his waist. “You had to do things to survive…”

“I kept playing,” Su-bong says. “We could have left, but I wanted to stay. More people died because of me.”

“Su-bong, it wasn’t only your decision to make,” you assure him. “You weren’t the only one who wanted to stay. You can’t shoulder that responsibility when you’re one person.” He nods slowly and swallows hard, finally placing his hands on your biceps and rubbing. “I’m right here with you, okay?” you ask. “We’re here together, it’s just us. Fuck that place. I’ll charter a boat to take me out there tonight so I can set the rest of the island on fire for you, if that will help.”

“My girl,” he laughs, finally, though it’s still choked back by his trembling breath. “If I’d had you back then…the way that I do now…I would never have gone there in the first place.”

“Well, you have me now,” you say, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “So, don’t even think about that place. Now, what do you want to do with the rest of the night?” Su-bong scrunches his face in thought, before dropping his gaze down between your bodies, eyeing your breasts.

“I can think of something I want.” Su-bong slips one of his hands past the hem of your shirt, and you squirm against him in response, but his other arm locks around your waist to keep you from wiggling free. As his hand pushes over your breasts, he slides his fingers into your bra to grab his vape. “You thought I forgot about this, huh?” he laughs, pulling his hand from under your shirt and taking a hit of his vape. “Or maybe you forgot about it. I could get lost in there, too.” He hooks his fingers into the collar of your shirt, tugging it away from your neck so he can peer underneath.

“You’re stretching out my favorite shirt,” you snap, swatting his hand away before you wiggle from his grasp. You brush your hands over your shirt to smooth it out, noticing the grin on Su-bong’s lips as he takes another puff from his vape. “I’m not gonna let you fuck me here, ya’know,” you mutter. “So you can just get that thought out of your head now.”

“Why are you whispering?” he asks, an amused smirk on his lips as he stalks closer to you. “Are you scared?”

“After everything you told me about that place,” you begin, as Su-bong wraps his arms around you from behind. “I don’t even want to be near it.”

“My girl,” Su-bong says, as you crane your neck to give him access to your neck. “What would I do without you?”

“Well,” you sigh, patting your hands on top of his where they wrap around your waist. “Hopefully, we’ll never have to answer that question.” Su-bong stops his kisses on your neck, and lets out a shaky sigh, so you reach one hand over your shoulder, gently rubbing your fingers over the back of his neck to soothe him. “That place and the things you did there aren’t indicative of the person you are now,” you whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You wiggle from his grasp once again, crossing towards a small rock formation a few feet away, sitting with your back against it so you can look out at the setting sun. You look towards him expectantly, but he’s already moving after you, laying with his back flat in the dirt so he can rest his head in your lap. The way he smiles up at you makes you laugh, so you snatch his hat from his head to have access to his hair, gently toying with the strands.

Time gets away from you as you sit together in silence, sparing glances to each other every so often, noting the quick smile Su-bong gives you when he catches your eyes on him. After some time, Su-bong suggests going back to the car to begin the journey home. He helps you to your feet, snatching his hat from you again and stealing a quick kiss.

Using his phone’s flashlight to illuminate your path, Su-bong takes your hand to lead you back through the trees. You’d never consider yourself a scared person, but being in the woods at night with little light, your senses are heightened, so you press yourself closer to Su-bong to try to feel safer. While you expect him to laugh, or to tease you, he doesn’t – which only makes you question what is going through his mind. You don’t have long to wonder, as Su-bong suddenly drops his phone into the grass with an unconvincing ‘oops’, before he crowds you backwards against a tree.

“Su-bong–” you try, but he cuts you off, catching your wrists and pinning them against the trunk of the tree.

“Shhh, I’ll keep you safe, my girl.”

In the dark of the woods, you’re barely able to see the outline of Su-bong’s face as he turns the brim of his hat backwards and closes in on you, pressing a kiss to your lips. Your eyes remain open, not fully focused on the kiss, but instead on the darkness of the surrounding forest. When Su-bong presses his hips forward so you can feel him already half-hard through his jeans, you let out a soft groan, and wiggle your arms from his grasp, instead holding the sides of his face

Su-bong deepens the kiss, his hands taking hold of your sides and squeezing. You whine into his mouth, which causes him to laugh in response, tugging your body closer to him. When he stoops just enough to wedge his knee between your thighs, your hands drop to his shoulders to fist his shirt. Su-bong hums, kissing down your jaw towards your neck.

“C’mere,” he mutters, more to himself than to you as he grabs your thigh to lift it just a bit to get his knee against your heat.

“Fuck, Su-bong,” you breath, looking down between your bodies as you watch his grip on you tighten.

“Does that feel good?” he whispers, leaving a bite on your neck as he helps you grind against his leg. You hum an affirmative, pressing one hand to the back of his neck to urge him on. “Do you want to take these leggings off for me?” his voice rumbles against your neck, a playful lilt to it as his hands drag you against him still.

“Su-bong,” you warn.

“You can leave your panties on,” he continues, lifting his head from the cook of your neck. “I want to see how desperate you can get for me, my girl.” When Su-bong nudges his thigh against you, it pulls a gasp from deep in your chest, and you finally come to your senses, shoving him away from you. “What?” he chuckles, and though you can’t make out his expression in the dark, you can hear the smirk.

“I already told you that I’m not gonna let you fuck me here,” you mutter, licking your lips as you regain your footing. “Let’s get out of here; this place gives me the creeps.” Su-bong laughs, grabbing his phone from the ground and taking your hand, and tugging you along with him as he continues through the woods once again.

After a few more minutes, Su-bong fishes the keys to his car from his pocket, pressing on the remote start button so the purple lights lining the exterior of the vehicle can be seen through the trees. Letting go of Su-bong’s hand, you walk ahead of him, enough light from the vehicle to illuminate your path out of the treeline.

“Wait,” Su-bong says, causing you to stop in your tracks to face him again. He still stands a few feet from you, and in the purple glow from his car, you can see his eyes trailing over your whole body before they finally end up on your face again. “Bend over the hood of the car,” he says, pulling his vape from his pocket to take a quick puff.

You’re tempted to say no, but between the tension in his voice and the intensity of his face in the light from the car, you can’t help but do as you’re told. Leaning over, you press your hands to the hood of the car, angling yourself so your back arched and your ass is up for Su-bong’s prying eyes. He mutters something from behind you, followed by the sound of the ground crunching beneath his slow, calculated footsteps as he nears you.

“Should have worn a skirt,” Su-bong sighs.

“Me or you?” you quip, earning a sharp slap on your ass in response. You gasp that turns into a whine, your elbows buckling beneath you as you struggle to stay upright.

“Be good,” he warns, stepping up closer to you so his hand can stroke over the spot he just smacked. As he gently rubs to soothe your skin, his hand creeps lower, his fingers curving beneath your ass to find their way between your thighs. “Spread your legs,” he commands, wedging his knee between your knees to urge them wider. You do as you’re told again, giving his hand access to you; when his fingers rub you through your leggings, you let out another whimper that makes Su-bong chuckle. “You soaked through already,” he whispers in your ear.

“It’s your fault,” you breathe.

“Do you want me to clean it up?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your neck. “Or can I make a bigger mess?” You whine at his question, and he lets out a chuckled breath against your skin. “You know that my dash cam is on, don’t you?” Su-bong asks, his fingers still stroking the damp spot in your clothes. “Are you going to be my little star?”

From the glow of the lights in the car’s interior, you can see the shadow of the camera aimed at you through the windshield. It makes you blush when you picture what you look like already with your jaw slack and your eyebrows creased as Su-bong maintains his slow rubbing. You begin to press against his hand, grinding softly along with his movements, which pulls an amused laugh from your boyfriend.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to fuck me out here,” he jokes. “What changed your mind?”

“When have I ever not given you what you want?”

“I know, my girl. You do so good for me every time.” Su-bong takes a step back, his hands dragging to your hips so that his fingers can curl under the elastic waistband. “No panties?” Su-bong asks, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Were you planning this the whole time?”

“Letting you fuck me in the woods?” you chuckle, resting into your elbows. “No, but I knew you’d try something, so I figured I’d make it easier.”

“If you really wanted to be easy,” Su-bong mutters, dragging the leggings down to your knees. “You would have been naked the whole time.” Su-bong traces his middle and ring fingers through your slick, letting out a small hum of approval. “You’re dripping into my hand,” he teases, slipping his other hand around your throat, easing you upright again. “Look at this.” Su-bong pulls his hand from between your thighs and holds it out in front of you to show your slickness coating his fingers. “You’re so sloppy,” he whispers, in your ear as he rubs his thumb and forefinger together. “Open your mouth.”

You do as you’re told, parting your lips and sticking your tongue out just a bit, anticipating his next move. Su-bong slips his fingers into your mouth, tipping his head to the side so he can watch you wrap your lips around his fingers. You let out a satisfied hum, sucking the taste of yourself from his digits, listening to Su-bong’s heavy breath behind you. When his hand on your throat squeezes, you part your lips to moan softly, and Su-bong drags his fingers from your mouth, down your chin.

Su-bong uses both hands to grasp the hem of your shirt, tugging it up your torso, over your breasts. For a moment, you become ultra aware that you’re in public and also being filmed by Su-bong’s dash camera, but when your boyfriend’s hands cup your breasts, pulling you against him as he pinches your nipples through the fabric of your bra, your thoughts are quickly replaced. Su-bong places open mouth kisses on your neck, leading towards your ear, where he gently nips your earlobe.

“Take this off,” he mutters, helping you remove your shirt altogether.

The press of his palm against your shoulder blade eases you back towards the car, bent at the waist with your ass against his hips. Su-bong uses the force of his hand to keep you pinned against the hood of the car, the cool of the metal making you realize how flush your body has become. Su-bong takes a half step backwards, his hand still keeping you still, while his other hand finds its way between your thighs again, stroking through your folds.

When his fingers are slick enough, he slips his middle and index fingers inside of you, slowly pushing as deep as he can. You let out a little whine, your back instinctively arching, but Su-bong’s hand presses harder to your shoulder, keeping you held down. He begins to pump his fingers into you, agonizingly slow and not deep enough, so you try wiggling your hips to meet each of his thrusts. In response, Su-bong chuckles, slowing down his movements instead.

“Su-bong, please,” you groan.

“Please what?”

“I don’t want you to tease me. I don’t think I can take it.”

“Oh, you don’t?” Su-bong teases, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Do you remember who your body belongs to?” You whimper, your legs already trembling beneath you as Su-bong slowly retracts his fingers from inside of you. “Tell me,” he says, sternly, dragging his wet fingers from the back of your thigh to your ass, giving another firm spank that makes your knees buckle. You let out a yelp that quickly turns into a whimper, turning your face to press your cheek flat against the hood of the car.

“You! It belongs to you.”

“That’s right,” he mumbles, his hand slipping back between your thighs to rub circles on your clit. “And I’m going to tease you as much as I want to…because I know you can take it, my girl.” Your eyes slip closed as Su-bong’s fingers move faster, pressing against you with just the right amount of pressure to go along with the tight, circular motions. “I’ll bet I can get you to come already,” he says, slightly breathless but a smile present in his tone.

“Make me come, baby,” you whine, pressing your palms flat against the hood to support yourself for what’s to come. Su-bong drags his fingers back to your entrance, this time slipping his middle and ring fingers inside of you, pushing in all the way. He keeps his hand against your shoulder as he begins to build up steady thrusts. “Mhm,” you hum, your knees pressing hard into the grill of the car. “Please make me come. Let me be your good girl.”

“You want to be my good girl?” he asks. “You’d better come for me…I want to feel you dripping down my wrist by the time I’m done with you.” He pumps his fingers into you faster now, pounding his hand against you with each movement, an ache growing from the force.

You can feel your climax approaching swiftly, your legs beginning to tremble from the pleasure, and your thighs tightening to trap Su-bong’s hand between them. You moan his name, begging him to go faster, to which he quickly obliges, thrusting harder. You struggle against the pressure of his hand still pinning you to the car, undoubtedly leaving bruises from the force – it only pushes you closer to the edge. The climax hits you quickly, your legs quaking beneath you as Su-bong thrusts straight through, letting your ride out the waves.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers, gently pulling his fingers from you. His hand slips from your shoulder to your waist, gently holding while you hear him let out small hums of satisfaction, followed by a quiet pop of his lips. “I’ll never get tired of how good you taste,” Su-bong says, his hands gently squeezing both of your hips.

“I want to come again,” you whine, feeling your cheeks flush with how silly and petulant you sound. Su-bong laughs, giving you a playful slap on your ass.

“Oh, yeah?” he chuckles. “What are you gonna do for me if I let you come again, my girl?”

“You can fuck me without a condom, like you’ve been begging me for.”

Su-bong is suddenly silent behind you for a moment before you no longer feel his presence. Before you can worry if you’ve said something wrong, Su-bong rounds the passenger side of the car, whipping the door open and ducking inside. You try to watch through the tinted windows, but you can decipher his shape through the darkness, and next thing you know, he’s exiting the car again. The look on his face is focused, as he trudges behind you again, silent. You stay still, unsure of what he’s doing until you feel something cold and plastic press against your clit and a sudden vibration that buckles your knees.

“Oh, fuck!” you gasp, the vibration already high. “Oh, my god! It’s so–” Su-bong shoves his fingers into you again, giving quick, hard thrusts into your already aching core. Your feet press harder into the ground beneath you, trying to ground yourself as your head begins to reel with another climax. “I’m gonna come,” you whine, your voice dragging, and Su-bong clicks the vibrator up even higher. “Fuck!”

Your orgasm hits you harder this time, your legs feeling like jelly, trembling and melting away beneath you. Su-bong keeps working you through your orgasm until your body begins to jerk and your legs begin to give way. He quickly catches you around your waist with one arm while the other reaches past your to brace against the hood of the car.

“Do you feel that dripping down your legs?” he mutters in your ear, leaving a few quick kisses along your neck. “That’s all mine. I should be on my knees licking it all up from your thighs…” You let out a weak whimper, your eyes slipping closed as the shockwaves of your orgasm still work through your bones. “But I’m so hard right now,” he begins, grinding himself against your ass. “I can’t think of anything else except getting my cock inside of you.”

“Fuck me, Su-bong,” you beg, reaching behind your back to pull his hat from his head, tossing it to the side. “Let me feel you come inside of me.” He pulls in a slow, steady breath that he lets out in a quick sigh before he speaks.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he instructs. “Lay on your back on the hood and show me your pussy.”

The request could have made you come again, from how filthy his voice sounded, how demanding. You slip from his grasp, making sure that you still keep yourself pointed towards the dash camera as you unhook your bra, throwing it carelessly to the side to join your shirt. You hurriedly remove your shoes and leggings, standing completely naked before your boyfriend, who smirks at the sight of you. He nods his head towards the car, and you hesitate – you don’t want to put a dent in the hood. Su-bong clocks your uncertainty, and quickly snatches you by the wrist to move you forcefully to the car.

Backing you against the car, he shoves you until your ass presses against the grill, before he hoists you up onto the car entirely. You gasp, grabbing onto his biceps to keep yourself steady, but Su-bong doesn’t falter, maneuvering you roughly until he has you where he wants you. When he takes a few steps back, admiring the view, you press your heels against the edge of the car and spread your thighs so his prying eyes can get a better look.

“You’re dripping onto my car,” Su-bong says, his eyes glued between your spread thighs and his hand rubbing himself through his jeans. “I wish you could see how sexy you look right now,” he mutters, dragging his attention back to your face. “All the time…you’re sexy. And you’re all mine.” If you weren’t so overwhelmed, you’re certain you’d blush, but you can only focus on one thing.

“Come take what’s yours then,” you say, beckoning him over. Su-bong smirks, closing in on you again to slot between your legs. You drop your feet from the car so you can tighten your knees around his hips, then sit up to kiss him deeply. Su-bong smiles against your lips, letting out a quiet hum when you tug his shirt out of the way to access the zip of his jeans.

When you finally pull him free from his boxers, you break the kiss and look down between your bodies so you can spit slowly onto him. Su-bong lets out a sharp chuckle pressing his hands against the car on either side of your legs when you slowly begin to stroke your hand over him to coat him with your spit. Your eyes lock again, and Su-bong has his amused, half-smirk plastered on his parted lips.

“What if I just keep doing this?” you whisper. “And I don’t let you fuck me?”

“You don’t want to be a liar, my girl,” Su-bong replies, licking his lips. “I’d have to punish you.”

“Maybe I’d like to be punished.”

“You’d love it,” he replies, pulling in a sharp breath when you add a twist to your hand that strokes him. “And I’d love to punish you…but I don’t have anything to tie you up with right now, and that vibrator doesn’t have enough power for what I would do to you.” You let out a shuddered breath at his words, watching the mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, though,” he starts. “That punishment is for really bad girls.”

“Wait until you see how bad I can get for you.”

“I don’t think you’re ready for those games yet, my girl,” he whispers, stealing a quick kiss. You swipe your thumb across his tip, causing him to break the kiss and let out a small gasp, his breath blowing across your lips. “C’mon,” he groans, the petulant side of him winning out. “Let me fuck you, baby.”

You take a moment to enjoy the situation. While you’re not interested in being the dominant one in your relationship, you always get turned on by Su-bong being needy. The moments where he needs you so desperately that he begins to whine just a bit; the sound of his voice, still so deep, yet full of want, usually makes you give in. But while you’re distracted with the hunger in his expression, he does something different: he starts to rock his hips against your hand.

“You can’t help it?” you ask. “You have to be in control, don’t you?”

“You told me to take what’s mine.”

“Then, do it.”

With a groan that rattles in his throat, Su-bong shoves your hand away from him, wrapping his hand gently around your throat and pushing you to lay on your back again. His fingers keep a loose grip on your throat, keeping you in place as he guides himself inside of you to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his hands grabbing your sides and squeezing. “Every time feels like the first time with you, my girl. You feel so good.”

Su-bong raises the hem of his shirt, tugging the fabric up his torso so he can watch himself pull out of you until just his tip is left inside. You intentionally clench yourself around him, watching the way his body lurches, not expecting the action. He cuts his gaze to your face, muttering something under his breath before he thrusts back into you hard enough to pull a yelp from your lips.

Again and again, he repeats the action: slow pull out, pause, hard thrust back inside of you, each time feeling like he takes up more space than you thought you could contain. Su-bong’s fingers grip the softness of your sides to yank your body against his motions, the firmness with which he holds you likely to leave bruises. As his thrusts increase in speed, still maintaining the same force each time, you whimper, not sure how long you’ll be able to last with the way he’s worn you out already.

“I’m going to fuck you straight through it,” Su-bong breathes, able to read the expression on your face. “And then…I’m going to use this again–” He pulls the small bullet vibrator from his pocket, a grin on his lips as he doesn’t stop his hard and steady thrusts. “–so we can see how much you can take,” he finishes with a small gasp, shoving the toy back into his pocket to focus on his actions.

“I don’t care as long as you come inside of me, baby.”

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he chuckles.

One of Su-bong’s hands grabs your hip to steady you as his thrusts grow faster, but he bends over you to cup one of your breasts and bring your nipple into his mouth. You whine, threading your fingers through his short locks to give a gentle tug. Su-bong groans against you, his hips stuttering just a bit, and you almost giggle in response.

“Shit, you feel so good, baby,” he pants, standing upright once again and instead bracing his hands against the hood on either side of you. He rolls his hips against you, stroking into you with ease and watching the way you react to each movement. “I love fucking you like this,” he breathes, pausing to lick his lips and close his eyes for a moment as he lets out a moan. “I can watch the way your eyes beg me for more.”

Su-bong stands upright again, grabbing you by the backs of your thighs and lifting your legs up enough to give it to you from a different angle. You moan his name, dropping your head back against the car when you feel your climax approaching. Su-bong whispers your name, catching your attention so your eyes are on him as he starts to pound into you. Beyond your moans of pleasure that echo off of the surrounding trees, you can hear Su-bong’s heavy, stilted breathing, punctuated by each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this,” he mutters, his eyes cutting down to your breasts, watching the way they move with each thrust of his hips.“Touch yourself, baby. Be a good girl and come for me.”

You comply, slipping your hand between your thighs to rub your clit quickly, sending yourself tumbling into your third climax of the night. Your legs shake, and you try to instinctively pull them from Su-bong’s grasp, but he’s strong, and he won’t stop thrusting into you, as promised. Whining and moaning so hard, your throat is becoming raw, you reach for Su-bong, desperate to touch any part of him, settling for his biceps.

“I’m close…so, I’d better give you what I promised,” Su-bong smirks as his thrusts slow ever-so slightly. He slips the vibrator from his pocket and you can’t help but whine, not sure how much more you have left in you; noticing your look of apprehension, Su-bong tips his head to catch your gaze, raising his eyebrows in question.

“Make me come one more time, Su-bong,” you plead. “Please.”

“I love when you beg me,” Su-bong grins, turning the vibrator onto its highest setting and pressing it to your clit as he resumes his previous quick pace.

You’d never used toys with Su-bong before tonight. Of course, you’d discussed it, and he knew that you owned some yourself, but he surprised you with this bullet vibrator. Having never used toys with anyone before, you find your vision blurring and your head becoming hazy as the sensations overwhelm you. Su-bong, noticing this, attempts to slow his thrusts, but you open your eyes, and shake your head.

“I can take it, baby, please,” you rasp. “I’m–fuck, I’m gonna come.”

When your orgasm hits, your whole body tenses and you almost scream your boyfriend’s name out, ragged moans mixed with expletives echoing around you. The sensation courses through your body over and over, hitting in waves that seem never ending. You’d never thought that people could actually see stars when they experienced pleasure, but you’re blinded by the bursts behind your eyelids.

You’re able to focus just enough to hear Su-bong moaning your name, telling you how good you are and how much he loves you as his thrusts become sloppy. You tighten your grip on his arms, and nod your head, still too blissed out from the full-body orgasm he just gave you to do anything else.

The sensation of Su-bong spilling inside of you makes you let out a weak groan, your eyes fluttering open so you can see the expression on his face. His eyes are squeezed shut, head tipped back so he can moan out your name, his eyebrows creased together – a beautiful sight. He continues thrusting until he’s spent, giving a few more final push of his hips before stilling, keeping himself inside of you.

“I love you, baby,” Su-bong whispers, leaning over to give you a deep kiss.

“I love you too.”

The vibrator buzzes nearby, dropped and forgotten some time before as the minutes escape you again. Su-bong kisses you like he’ll never get another chance – like he needs to remember everything about your kisses. When he finally breaks away, he stares down at you with wonder in his eyes, a faint smirk on his lips.

“What?” you ask.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You’re just saying that because I let you fuck me on your car,” you rasp. Su-bong chuckles, stealing another kiss from you. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, too,” you say, still feeling too worn out to move.

“Do you need me to carry you to your seat?” he asks, genuine concern on his face. You smile and shake your head, cupping his cheek so you can run your thumb over his cheekbone.

“I’ll be okay. Just need a minute.”

“Okay,” he nods. “But…when I pull out of you…I don’t want anything to leak out. You’d better keep your legs together for the whole ride home…because you’re not getting any of your clothes back. And if you get any on my seat…you might get that punishment we were talking about.”

“Su-bong, if we get pulled over–”

“That will be a nice surprise for the cop, won’t it? Maybe I’ll show him the sextape we just made on the dash cam; that will get us out of the ticket.”

“You’re insane,” you laugh. “Sick in the head.”

“Yeah, and you love me for it.”

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