boca-iung

[boca-iung]

W: public sex (literally there is no hiding), a bit of a cocky Heachan, a very desperate reader, p in v, a bit of degrading. A.N: this is something that i wrote at 5 am and it's unrealistic, also m not good at writing smut so i'd love if ur feedback is not harsh pretty plz.

The underground fight club is a cacophony of shouts and the dull thuds of fists meeting flesh. But all you can focus on is Haechan, standing victorious in the center of the makeshift ring. His chest heaves, sweat glistening on his toned body, blood - his opponent's or his own, you're not sure - smeared across his knuckles.

His eyes find yours in the crowd, and the predatory gleam in them makes your breath catch. Without breaking eye contact, he crooks a finger at you, beckoning. Your feet move of their own accord, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

As you reach the edge of the ring, Haechan grabs your wrist, pulling you over the ropes. The crowd jeers and whistles, but it all fades to white noise as Haechan crowds you against one of the support poles.

"Enjoy the show?" he asks, voice low and dangerous.

You nod, unable to form words with him so close, the heat from his body seeping into yours. Haechan's lips curl into a smirk, his eyes darkening with intent.

"Good," he purrs. "Because now you're going to put on one for me."

Before you can process his words, Haechan's lips crash against yours in a bruising kiss. He tastes of blood and sweat and something uniquely him, and you moan into his mouth, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair.

Haechan breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along your jawline to your ear. "I'm going to fuck you right here," he growls. "In front of everyone. Let them see who you belong to."

A thrill of fear and arousal shoots through you at his words. "Haechan," you gasp. "We can't-"

"We can," he interrupts, his hand sliding under your skirt. "And we will. Unless..." His fingers brush against your already damp panties. "Unless you don't want to?"

You whimper, torn between desire and the knowledge that you're surrounded by people. Haechan chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying your internal struggle.

"That's what I thought," he murmurs, pushing your panties aside and sliding a finger into your wet heat. "Such a dirty little slut, getting off on this."

He works you open slowly, adding a second finger and curling them just right to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. All the while, his eyes never leave yours, drinking in every gasp and moan.

"Look at them," Haechan commands, using his free hand to turn your head towards the crowd. "See how they're watching us? How they wish they could be in my place, fucking this tight little pussy?"

You moan, clenching around his fingers at his words. The crowd has indeed gone quiet, all eyes on you and Haechan. The knowledge that they're watching, that they can see how desperate you are for him, only serves to turn you on more.

"Please," you whimper. "Haechan, please. I need-"

"What do you need?" he taunts, curling his fingers again. "Tell me. Let them all hear how much of a whore you are for me."

"I need you to fuck me," you gasp, beyond caring about who hears. "Please, Haechan. I need your cock."

Haechan grins, all teeth and danger. "Good girl," he praises, withdrawing his fingers. He brings them to your mouth. "Clean them."

You obey without hesitation, sucking his fingers clean of your own arousal. Haechan's eyes darken further at the sight.

In one swift motion, he spins you around, pressing you face-first against the pole. You hear the sound of his zipper, and then he's lifting your skirt, pushing your panties to the side.

"Remember," he growls in your ear. "Everyone's watching. So be a good little slut and scream for me."

With that, he sheaths himself inside you in one hard thrust. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. Haechan doesn't give you time to adjust, setting a brutal pace that has you seeing stars.

One of his hands comes up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin. The other snakes around to your front, fingers finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles.

"That's it," Haechan grunts. "Take it. Show everyone how well you take my cock."

You moan shamelessly, past the point of caring about your audience. All that matters is Haechan, the feel of him inside you, the pleasure building to a crescendo.

"You close?" Haechan taunts. "Gonna come on my cock like the dirty whore you are?"

"Yes," you gasp. "Please, Haechan. Please let me come."

His grip on your throat tightens slightly. "Then do it. Come for me. Now."

His command, combined with a particularly hard thrust, sends you careening over the edge. You come with a scream, your walls clenching rhythmically around Haechan's cock.

Your orgasm triggers his, and with a guttural groan, he buries himself deep inside you, filling you with his release. For a moment, you both stay there, panting and trembling.