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freaky gym rat bf sunghoon except it's possible that yn is the bigger freak here......

pairing ✩ park sunghoon x fem!reader

genres: smut, pwp 🫩 (with a bit of plot..)

warnings: minors dni, freak shit, he loves her to the point of invention, sunghoon uses every pet name in the book.. and ik u can be a misandrist and still love ur man.. i'm proof, i love jake !

word count: 2,945 (do not get used to this)

author's note: ......unless jake posts a freak ass picture.. i’m not writing anything like this again 😭 i just want to say thank you to sunghoon for posting these pictures and thank you asahicore for encouraging me..

You’ve never been so glad that your past self has no way to know about the woman you’ve become—because if Little Miss Man Hater saw you now? She’d gut you.

You are absolutely sick with love. Nauseous with adoration. Ill with warmth and affection and desire.

And all for a man.

It’s getting out of hand, this girlfriend thing. This attachment to Sunghoon. Like part of you is being cleaved off, hacked away at, every time he leaves your side. It’s been seventy-three minutes since he went to gym, and already, you’re cuddling your pillow, and sending him a text.

You: Hi baby how’s your workout

Five quiet minutes tick by before he replies.

Hoonie: Arm day princess, my shit’s on fire lowkey

Hoonie: I miss you :(

Hoonie: How’s home?

His princess — the one he misses — squeals into the pillow, feet kicking as butterflies tumble in your stomach. It takes a little while, but you manage to hold it together for long enough to take a selfie. You tug the lace neckline of your camisole down so your cleavage peeks out, and push your arms together—nature’s push-up bra. I miss you more, you write back, grinning when he heart-reacts to the photo, a string of heart-eye emojis following.

Hoonie: My beautiful baby

Hoonie: You’re so perfect

Hoonie: My dream come true

Even the old you would crumble at that, surely. You’d have to be completely and utterly heartless not to be moved by sweet Sunghoon and the things he says.

The picture he sends you, both pictures he sends you, stop your heart in your chest, force a gasp.

He’s in the gym, drenched in pale overhead light, his white vest hugging every inch of the effort you now feel compelled to thank him for. His muscles are surreal, carved out and flushed. His thick, veiny arm glossy with sweat. He’s gorgeous—that’s the problem. Not just hot, but downright, drop dead gorgeous. In a way that makes your breath snag in your throat, turns your brain into mush. Sets back feminism and wide-spread misandry by at least a hundred years.

Your past self is rolling in her pre-Sunghoon grave.

You: ???

You: Dude I’m gonna suck that dick off the bone omg do not come here after your workout ok go straight home and think about whatever the fuck you just sent to me.

You: I’m literally gonna nut to this forever

Clicking on the photo again, you stare. Staring until the screen dims and your breath catches. Without a second thought you tug your underwear off, dark lace forgotten about between your fitted sheet and duvet. Instinctively, your thighs part for your right hand, a sigh of relief at the feeling of your fingers grazing your slit. A featherlight touch, barely there. You’re trying to savour this, taking in every single detail. Eyes catching on the sharp angle of his jaw, his smirking lips, the straight slope of his nose. Composure slips, quickly, when you let yourself fuzz at the edges, fingers quickening, breath stuttering. Vision blurring in and out of focus as your body chases, and chases.

And then he replies.

Hoonie: 😰

Hoonie: I’m not dude, I’m baby..

Hoonie: Fucking gooner

Embarrassment engulfs you. Wraps you up in its fiery clutch, tight and unforgiving. How humiliating, to be known so well. At once, you yank your hand from between your thighs like you’ve been burnt, and get up from the bed, scrambling for the nearest pair of shorts. It would be nice to be clothed if you run into Minjeong or her girlfriend in the middle of your walk of shame.

You don’t.

From the tap, cold water shocks you back into your body, settles you as you wash your hands. And wash them again just in case. Exhaling deeply, you dry your hands on the plush towel and lean against the sink to reply to Sunghoon.

You: Calling me a gooner after sending that freaky fucking photo is crazy work

You: YOU’RE THE GOONER

You: Come over.

You: Don’t shower..

Hoonie: 😂😂😂

Hoonie: I’m On my way! Princess don’t start without me

As soon as you heart-react to his text, there’s a knock at the front door. Sunghoon, somehow. Vest and hair still damp like he stepped straight out of the photo and into your flat. With how quickly he got here, you’re not convinced he didn’t.

“Hey, beautiful. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting,” he says, breathless.

“Waiting? It’s been, like, thirty seconds since I told you to come over.”

“That’s thirty seconds too long.” He grins, wide and boyish. “I shouldn’t have left at all.”

You can’t resist any longer, getting on your tiptoes and looping your arms around his neck, body arching up against his as you kiss him. “I know,” you mumble against his soft lips.

Sunghoon’s tongue slips into your mouth and over yours. Slow. Deep. Taking his time. He always takes his time with you. His sweat-slick skin slides over yours, big hands cupping your ass, pressing you into him. Grip tight, like he plans for your bodies to spill into one another, to merge into one. If only, you think. There’s no ignoring him—you couldn’t if you tried. You don’t want to. Long and thick and stiff between you, straining against his sweatpants.

It’s a bit much for the hallway, maybe, especially with your flatmate home and having company, but he’s Sunghoon, and he’s been away, and you can’t help it. As if reading your mind, he picks you up off your feet with no strain, humming when you wrap your legs around his svelte waist. Graceful as ever, he steps out of his shoes and walks the two of you to your bedroom, lips attached the whole way.

Safe between the four walls of your room, you pull away, speaking only when Sunghoon sits on the end of your bed. “I want..” Words escape you at the sight of him. Lips wet, parted, deep red and swollen. Cheeks flushed the same shade. Slow breaths puffing his chest and pushing it back down. “I want..” you try again, but come up with nothing.

Holding you tight in his lap, he looks up at you. Eyes on yours, dark and insistent. “What do you want, princess?” he asks in a low voice, gentle. “Tell me what you want.”

Beneath you, his thighs are thick and solid. Big like all the rest of him. He is discipline and patience personified, all bulging muscle and taut skin. All yours.

“Just want you.”

“Always such a sweet girl, huh?” he coos, letting his hand slip up your thigh, humming when he finds the wet spot on your shorts. “You want me here, don’t you, baby?”

You nod, hips bucking towards his touch. “Need it,” you mumble, cheeks on fire.

It’s embarrassing how much you need it. Need him. Even after all this time, he still has you wrapped around his thick finger.

“Want my mouth? My fingers?”

Want everything, you think, but don’t say.

At your silence, Sunghoon leans in, lips finding your collarbone. Kissing and licking and sucking the skin there. A whimper tumbles out of you when his teeth sink into your flesh, just the way you like—just enough to sting. His thumb slips into your shorts, unsticking the soft cotton from your dripping core and finds your clit quickly.

You shudder on his thighs as he grazes your slit, dragging a slow strip back up to your pulsing clit. Pressing wet circles over it as he kisses a trail up to your ear. He sucks your earlobe into his mouth, biting. “No panties?” he mumbles, your skin muffling the question.

Relieved, needy, you sigh, sinking into his hold. “Touched myself before you got here. When you sent those photos,” you admit.

Those photos. Where to start? Sweat-damp white tank clinging to his ever-expanding chest. Veins pressing against his skin. Smirk on his face knowing you’d like what you saw. Those biceps. Flexed. Massive. Glistening.

A huffed laugh hits your ear as he sits up. His lips curve into a smile, half-proud, half-smirk. “My dirty girl,” he says. “So good and all for me. Such a lucky guy, aren’t I?”

You feel insane when he praises you, hearing those words from him, such filth from such a pretty mouth. Carnal need overtakes you, forces your hips towards his, craving friction. Craving him. A staggered gasp from your parted lips at the feel of him, hard and throbbing against you, the manifestation of how badly he wants this, wants you.

Taking your flushed cheek in his large palm, Sunghoon’s thumb strokes your cheek, and he slows down on your clit. “I’m all yours, baby. Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Your heart does a leap in your chest, hammering wildly. “Arms,” you say dumbly, fingers digging into his triceps. “Want your arms.”

Arching a thick brow at you, he repeats, incredulous, “You want my arms?” Confusion paints his handsome face as he takes his hand from your shorts.

You hum, chewing on your bottom lip as you slowly drag your nail up to his shoulder. His breath gets caught, chest shuddering under your touch. “I want to ride your huge arm.” Even as the words come out, you have no idea what that would even look like. How it would feel. All you know is that you want it, and you want it now.

“Alright, bunny,” he starts, a faint smile on his lips as he tilts his head. “I’m not sure I can give you that.”

Heat curls around your stomach at the nickname. “You said anything..” Pouting, you trail off.

“I did, didn’t I?” Sunghoon brings his pussy-glazed thumb to your lips. “Suck, baby,” he mumbles, leaning on his palm as you take his wrist in your hands, tongue swirling his fingertip.

“Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you? Such a perfect girl.”

Watching through half-lidded eyes, he groans when you take his whole finger in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck your heady taste from him. “Mm. That’s it, baby, Just like that.”

Bobbing your head, you hold his gaze. Every inch of you aches with want, burns with need to replace his finger with his cock. Until his lips quirk into a crooked smile, a breathy laugh slipping out of him.

Eyes wide, you pull his thumb from your mouth with a wet pop. A thick string of spit still binding you to it when you ask, “What is it?”

“Do you trust me?” His voice is a low rumble.

Scorching heat laps at the base of your spine as you nod. “Mm.”

Sunghoon’s smile turns wicked. He is the picture of lust. Of all things indecorous. You’re almost scared of what he’s going to say next.

“I know how we can do it.”

“Do what?”

Patting your thigh, he mumbles a simple command. “Up, baby.” His eyes trail your body when you stand, not a sliver of your skin unseen by him. “Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so beautiful.”

Shy, you turn your face from him, catching his reflection in the mirror. Catching the swift movement of his palm over his lap, his cock.

“This’ll only take a minute, alright? I’ll be quick.”

Sunghoon stands up when you nod, both hands on his waist while looking down at the bed like it’s a puzzle to be solved. True to his word, he sits on the floor and settles with his side against the bed frame in one fluid, deliberate movement. He raises his left arm, bending it at the elbow and resting it on the mattress beside him—bicep flexed and thick and waiting.

And immediately, it clicks.

“Sit, baby,” he says gently, before you have the chance to speak. “I want to see you ride what’s yours.”

You’re frozen in place, jaw dropping as you look down at him. Your Sunghoon. Pouty lips and mussed hair. Adoration in his big brown eyes. He reaches up, hands on your thighs, and pulls you towards him, one slow, awestruck step at a time.

Sunghoon tugs at your shorts. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” he asks, brows raised.

He pulls them down when you nod, and you step out of them when they hit the floor. Arm on the bed again, he mumbles, careful, baby, as you step over his legs and kneel on the mattress. With his arm between your thighs, you catch his expression. Slow blinking eyes stuck on you. Teeth digging into his bottom lip. You could cum right then and there at the sight alone—it’s a wonder that you don’t. Sunghoon nods, ever so slightly, but it’s enough to make you sink onto him, sticky and so wet against his warm skin. At the contact, you both shudder, a gasp from you and a groan from him as he curls his fist against the duvet.

You roll your hips, slow and experimental. Once. Twice. Stomach turning at the slick grind of skin on muscle, clit catching over and over on the thickest part of him. You’re already shaking. Whining. It doesn’t help when he tenses, lifting his arm a little so you can grind down into the curve of him even harder.

“Good girl,” he mumbles, a fucked out and wrecked look on his face just watching you. Gaze following your throbbing core and the mess you’re making. “There you go, bunny. That’s it.”

You nod. That’s it. Moaning as you speed up, rhythm growing erratic. Heat washes over you, spreading from the inside out, coating every fibre of your being. How did anything exist before this? And how will anything exist when it’s over?

To steady yourself, you grab a fistful of Sunghoon’s long hair, relishing the way he winces when your nails graze his scalp. A grunt from deep in his chest. He talks you through it, gentle as always, coaxing you towards your release one praise at a time. His sweet girl. His baby.

“Look at you using me like this,” he breathes. Through squinted eyes you see his tongue slip out to wet his lips, your heart racing in response. “Take it,” he says, your name sweet from his mouth. “I’m yours. All yours.”

The only word you can say is his name, crying out over and over on trembling thighs. White-hot pleasure courses through you, growing unbearable, tearing you apart with every movement. Every slip of your cunt on his bulging veins and coiled muscle. You can’t hold back any longer, can’t keep it in. That searing heat. Sharp. Blinding. Ripping through you, splitting you apart right there on his arm. Arched back. Twitching hips. Clutching his shoulder with both hands, your head falls forward as his palm holds your hip, guiding you.

“Don’t need to hold it, okay?” he murmurs, flexing again like he knows exactly what you need. “I’ve got you, princess. Let go for me.”

And you do.

A moan tears from your chest, raw and high and broken, as an endless wave of pleasure crashes over you. Bone-deep and tingling. Every inch of your body set alight as you ride out your orgasm with curled toes and wildly bucking hips. It takes a while to pass, leaving you stunned and silent when you finally manage to stop moving.

Spent and starry-eyed, the only sound in the room is your breathing—shaky, desperate. You let yourself fall backwards, sinking into the mattress, whole body still trembling, pussy still quivering.

“You okay, baby?”

Nodding, you lean up on your elbows. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Just.. Fuck.”

Sunghoon’s eyes are wide, pupils blown as he pants. “You were perfect. Did so well.” The words come out quietly, gaze stuck on his arm, the mess you left behind. With a thick finger, he grazes through it, bringing it to his mouth for a taste. A full-body flush sets you ablaze at the sight, a satisfied groan filling the room as his eyes screw shut, brows furrowing.

“Taste so good,” he says, words garbled around his finger. “Always taste so good.”

Wasting no time, he wipes up the rest, pressing four fingers on his tongue as his eyes flick up, catching yours. He looks like he’s about one second away from eating you alive.

And you’re not wrong.

Sunghoon wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling you towards the end of the bed. Towards his mouth. Unwavering, his gaze doesn’t leave the spot between your legs. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” His breath fans your wet core.

Squirming against the mattress, you shake your head. “Not now, Hoonie. I think.. I think I’ll die if you do that now.”

At this, his eyes meet yours. “Aw, bunny,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, biting your soft flesh until you whine. With his tongue, he soothes the stinging spot. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

Dazed, you let out a breath, chuckling. “No, baby. I don’t think so,” you whisper, arms outstretched.

You wrap your legs around his waist when he crawls over you, pulling him down and digging your face into the crook of his neck. Over and over, he kisses the top of your head, each one softer than the last. “My sweet girl. I love you, baby,” he murmurs into your hair. “So, so much.”

Tuckered out, you nod slowly, letting his heady scent consume you. “I know,” you tell him, meaning it. “And I love you.”

Sunghoon rolls onto his back, holding you into his chest, fingers stroking your hair. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is the steady rhythm of his heartbeat matching yours.

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#most normal reaction to those fuck ass pictures he posted #zreamy pwp debut #GO READ THIS AND GET ON SOME FREAK SHIT WITH US OR ELSE !!!!!!!#zo...

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