sunwoohu

[sunwoohu]

Crazy In Love

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, dilf!Chan, dd/lg, softdom!Chan

Warnings: unprotected sex, size kink, losing virginity, daddy kink

Request: No

Member: Chan

A/N: Reblog if you like :]

She can't get him out of her mind.

She can't stop thinking about that beautiful smile, the way his voice is oh so soft whenever he speaks to her as if he's scared he'll damage her more than she already is. She can't stop thinking about the way everything about him is soft and how he radiates an indescribable aura of warmth everywhere he goes. There's something incredibly special about him, and something that has her soul constantly being tugged towards him. It's like the further she gets from him, the worse the pain in her fragile heart gets; come to think of it, she's not even sure if she possesses her own heart anymore. It's definitely permanently settled in the clasp of his gentle hands.

She only met her friend two months ago. But it feels like she's known him for her entire lifetime.

Cradling her own hands across her chest, Y/N blindly stumbles across the dark streets of her neighbourhood, letting her soul lead the way. She doesn't entirely know where he lives, just knows that right now she craves to be with him, craves to be with the only one who can quell the ache inside of her right now. The only one who has ever been able to make her smile out of sheer joy.

The only one who's ever made her feel loved.

A vague memory of a drunken night flicks into her mind, and she suddenly remembers a large house tucked behind a few streets. Picking up her pace, Y/N starts running, ignoring the anxiety and depression combination sitting in the base of her stomach like a boulder, putting pressure on her organs and making it hard for her to breathe. Her brain is focused purely on the older man, his soft eyes watching her in her mind's eye as if to look out for her in the quiet of the night.

A short while later she's in front of the house depicted in her hazy memory. Her earlier route is mostly tangled pieces in the sparse sieve of her head, but something in her tells her she's in the right place.

Raising a slightly trembling hand, Y/N knocks gently on the door before dropping it again. She takes in a lungful of crisp air, just as the door opens.

Y/N sucks in a shallow breath. The man she's been aching for stands before her, a loose t-shirt still managing to stretch over his muscular body and advertising every one of the grooves and curves of his hard muscles. A pair of black sweatpants sit low on his hips, and a small band of smooth skin greets her vision as his arms stretch above his head. His face is bare of makeup, a mass of dark curls piled on his head.

The man's surprised face morphs into a soft expression of worry and affection, and he slowly holds his hand out to the girl, the way one might to avoid startling a stray cat.

"Y/N? Sweetheart, is everything okay?" His voice is low and husky, but still as soft as she remembers; Y/N wonders if he was sleeping … it is quite late at night.

"Chan … " Y/N whispers, her breath catching in the base of her throat. She lets him slips his bony fingers into hers, the gaps in between her fingers a perfect home for his, as he pulls her into the warmth and safety of his home. "I'm sorry … I just … I didn't have anyone else to go to, and I … I - "

"Hush," Chan whispers, as he looks down at the small girl in front of him. Her head barely reaches his chest and he has to bend down as his hands come up to tenderly caress her tears away. "It's okay. You're here now, you're safe, my sweet girl."

Y/N cranes her neck back to look at her older friend; the first day she met him, she immediately noticed there was such a fatherly air to him. Maybe it's to do with his older age, or the fact that he has children … something about him seemed to fill the caregiver shaped hole inside of her, and she found that the moment she left his presence, that hole inside of her seemed to twinge with pain.

"The kids … ?" Y/N asks hesitantly, and Chan gently shakes his head, his fingers stroking the sides of her face.

"They're at their mother's house," he hums, and she doesn't know why, but Y/N feels relief settling into her bones. They're alone. Just the two of them.

Y/N nods, and she watches as Chan slides his larger hand into hers.

"Are you staying the night sweetheart? It's quite late … I think you should stay."

"You don't mind?" Y/N asks, and Chan shakes his head with that gentle smile of his.

"Of course not love," Chan squeezes her fingers comfortingly as he leads her up the stairs and into his bedroom. "You know you're always welcome here."

Y/N's eyes fill with tears again at his words, and she lowers her head to try and hide them. But the man notices, the way he notices everything about her; he sits down at the edge of his bed before reaching his arms out to her.

"Come here," Chan says softly, and he pats his thighs. "Let me hold you."

Not needing to be told twice, Y/N walks over to the man and she lets him pull her body into his lap, his arms cradling her like a child, with her legs strewn over his legs. The sudden warmth from his body floods through her at first contact, and she lets her head drop into the crook of his neck. His manly scent wafts around her, his aftershave radiating off of him in steady waves of dark sandalwood, the sweet heat of vanilla caressing her skin and the faint spiciness of cinnamon tickling her nose, making her snuggle closer to him. Even the soft cotton of his shirt feels like heaven against her cheek, the fibres of his being creating harmony against her.

Chan's arms are wrapped around her, his hands lightly rubbing and patting her back as he quietly lets the girl sob into his neck. He tightens the embrace when she needs it, his fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to her shoulders to keep her anxiety at bay. His rhythmic breathing seems to calm her trembling form down, and he pulls her closer to her, careful so as not to touch her where she'd feel uncomfortable.

"Daddy … " Y/N whispers suddenly, her fingers curling into the fabric of the man's top. Then, realising what she just said, she looks up in shy horror at him. To her surprise, Chan is smiling, the lines beside his eyes deepening.

"Yes, baby girl?" He replies, startling her even more. She didn't mean to voice her thoughts out loud, didn't mean to let him know she calls him daddy in her mind all the time … she never expected he'd go along with her accidentally saying it.

As if hearing her thoughts, Chan chuckles quietly. "I've been waiting for you to call me that."

Y/N blinks. "I … what?"

Chan smiles down at her as he continues to rub her back. "When I first met you I could tell you needed someone to look after you," he whispers, trailing his fingers up her back and curving them around her jaw lightly as he tilts her face up to him, his eyes searching her wide eyes expression intently. "You have daddy issues written all over you, sweetheart."

Y/N swallows at that, aware that her cheeks are flushing slowly. She lets out a short, nervous laugh as she averts her eyes, before she looks back up at him, unable to help it. Her gaze locks with his, her lips slowly parting at the soft intensity held in them. "Why didn't you say anything before?"

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," Chan replies. "I wanted you to take things at your own pace and figure out your own feelings, and what you want. What you want from me."

Breath hitching, Y/N's eyes flutter shut as Chan's thumb sweeps in a slow, measured stroke across her face, as if the skin of his fingers is memorising all the details of her face. She shivers slightly at the feeling, of the way his skin creates a sweet burst of electricity between hers, and she finds herself melting further into him as he caresses her jaw.

"What do you want from me, baby girl?" He asks then, his words a murmur. "What do you need?"

Y/N looks at the man, his body considerably bigger than hers as she sits cradled in his lap. In truth, she's never felt as safe and secure as she does in this moment, continuous warmth flooding through her from Chan's body pressed up against her own.

"I … " Y/N tries speaking, but her throat seems to be closed up; she feels that familiar lump in the back of her mouth, the one that lets her know she's about to burst into tears. "I … I want you. All of you."

Chan smiles softly at her words and he caresses the back of her head, his fingers trailing down to the small hairband securing her hair in place. With nimble fingers, he slides it out of her hair, letting the soft tresses free before he cards his fingers through the strands, his fingertips kissing her scalp. "All of me?"

Suddenly shy, Y/N looks away and buries her face into the man's neck again, her face cradled in her hands. She then slides her arms around Chan's neck and hugs him tight, changing her position so her front is pressed up against his, her legs wrapping around his waist.

"Daddy … " she whines quietly, so quietly that she's not even sure if she said it out loud, or if her thoughts are extra prominent at the moment. She nuzzles her nose against Chan's neck, her lips smiling against his skin when he wraps his large arms around her, engulfing her in his size.

"Baby girl," Chan whispers back, and he softly kisses the top of her head to test the waters. When she relaxes further in his grip, Chan trails his kisses down to her temple, and then her cheek, before he pries her face out of his chest. "Look at me, baby. Look at daddy."

Doing as she's told despite the shyness colouring her face a burnt orange in the dim golden lighting of the bedroom, Y/N looks up and bites her lip absent mindedly, her eyes wide.

"Can I kiss you, baby girl?" Chan asks. He traces her cheek with the backs of his fingers, making Y/N squeeze her thighs around his.

She nods at him, and waits for the man to crash his lips onto hers.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he takes his time, his hand soft on her cheeks, his other hand soothing on her back. He sits for a while, conveying silent messages with his sparkling eyes to hers, and though not a word has been spoken, Y/N seems to understand every one of the looks he gives her. She stares at him, completely enraptured, and when he finally moves his face closer to hers, his breath on her mouth, teasing, she wants nothing more than for him to mark her and claim her as his own.

Their noses bump softly against each others, before Chan leans forward and closes the space between them. Y/N automatically tilts her face up to meet his mouth, and when his lips lock over hers like silky cushions, sparks explode inside of her.

She lets him guide her through her first kiss, his thumb caressing her jaw as he slides his lips against hers; his touch is so light that Y/N feels as though she's floating on cloud, her insides melting into a puddle as the skin of her mouth starts tingling, sending vibrations all the way down to her feet.

When Chan pulls away, she's a blushing puddle of sensation, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath back. Her cheeks are heated to the touch, and she covers her face in shyness again, but Chan gently pries her hands away from her face, searching her eyes with his own.

"Don't hide, I want to see your pretty face," Chan hums, and she flushes even harder, making the man laugh softly. The sound shoots straight to her heart and she gasps as she realises there's no denying it anymore.

She's completely, inexorably, in love with him.

"I love you," she blurts out in a single breath, before her face contorts in horror and she hides behind her hands again.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck -

"Baby girl," Chan once again removes her hands from her face, and this time, he keeps a hold of them to make sure she doesn't cover her face again. "I'm glad you love me. I love you too, sweetheart."

Y/N's eyebrows shoot up her forehead as she stares at him in consternation. "I - what?"

Chan laughs then, squeezing her hands as he leans forward and kisses the tip of her nose. He rests his forehead against hers, as he nods, a warm smile playing on his reddened, plump lips. "I love you. Very much."

"Daddy … " Y/N snivels as she drops her head onto the man's broad chest, her lips still buzzing. "That … daddy, that was … my first kiss … "

At that, Chan tenses up. He doesn't say anything for a while, and Y/N looks up at him, cocking her head to the side.

"Daddy?" She asks, taking in the man's expression. She can't figure it out, and she suddenly wonders if she's done something wrong.

"I - " Chan rubs the nape of his neck and looks away; Y/N wonders if she just caught sight of his nose turning red, but when he looks at her again, his face is back to normal.

Huh, Y/N thinks. Must have been a trick of the light.

"Really?" Chan asks then, pulling her closer on his lap. "First kiss, ever?"

Y/N nods timidly. "Really."

Chan smiles then, and he leans backwards on his hands so the girl appears to be looking down at him. His arms pulse under his short sleeves, and the movement causes his prominent veins to rise to the surface of his skin. The sight makes Y/N's mouth run dry, accompanied with a feeling she's never felt before deep inside her core. "What did you think, sweet girl?"

Y/N flushes furiously then, and she averts her gaze. "I … I think I want more."

"More what, baby girl? More kisses … or more something else?" Chan's voice has dropped in octave, and Y/N suddenly feels uncomfortable in-between her legs; she shifts position, and she doesn't understand why the man beneath her smirks with a knowing glance in his eyes.

"Something else?" She asks, and Chan sits back up again, sliding his hands down her arms.

"You've had your first kiss," Chan says. "Do you want to stop there, or … go further?"

Suddenly realising what he means, Y/N splutters slightly. "You mean … making love?"

The corners of Chan's mouth turn up in affection at her phrase. "Yes baby girl. Do you want me to make love to you?"

The thought of Chan's hands on her bare skin makes her shiver and her breath more shallow - she swallows as Chan watches her carefully, his eyes continuing to be as soft as ever.

"We don't have to, sweetheart," he says then, slipping his fingers into hers. "We don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. How about we cuddle and watch a movie? Would you like that, baby girl?"

Y/N takes a deep breath. "No," she shakes her head then, and gently places a hand over Chan's chest. "I … I want to. I want … you."

"Yeah?" Chan asks, cupping her jaw again. "Does baby want her daddy?"

The way Chan addresses himself in third person suddenly makes Y/N weak in the knees, and even more submissive than before … she nods with wide eyes, leaning into the man's touch.

His thumb on her chin, Chan leans in for another kiss; this time he nips at her lips softly, his mouth a little more heated and dizzying; he waits for approval from the whimpering girl before he slides the tip of his tongue across her bottom lip. He slides her hands down her back, pulling her closer to him as she gasps, and he darts his tongue into her mouth. He strokes his tongue over Y/N's, and the girl moans quietly, arching her back into him so that her chest presses up against Chan's.

"This okay, baby girl?" Chan whispers into her mouth.

"Yes daddy," Y/N replies, her voice small and breathy. "Keep going, please."

Chan smiles against her mouth, and very slowly, he pulls the girl down ontop of her before rolling so he's hovering above, their mouths still connected.

"Daddy … " Y/N whines, squirming ever so slightly amongst the bedsheets. Her cheeks ate flushed, her eyes bright in the darkness, and her chest heaves with her breathing; Chan can't help but slide his hands down from her jaw to her chest, his eyes locked on hers as he starts to palm her breasts through her shirt.

"Can daddy undress you, princess?" Chan asks. His lips press up against her neck, his mouth peppering her sensitive skin with kisses.

"Mhm," Y/N hums her approval, and she watches with apprehension as Chan gently peels her shirt off, and then her trousers, leaving her in her pale pink bra and underwear.

Embarrassed, Y/N does her best to cover herself back up with her hands, her thighs pressing together, hard. But Chan's mouth parts in awe as he moves her hands away, his eyes staring at her as if she's the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Oh baby," Chan's hands smooth over her silky skin, his fingers following the arches of her shoulders and the curves of her breasts that rise above the bra cups in anticipation. "You're so beautiful. Daddy loves you so much."

Y/N's eyes fill with tears and Chan leans down again to kiss them away; he then lets his mouth travel down the base of her throat, her head tilting back into the pillow at his feather light touch.

When he reaches her breasts, Chan looks up at Y/N before sliding his around her back; with a swift motion, he has her bra on the floor and his hungry mouth kissing her breasts.

His tongue is hot and warm against her nipples, and Y/N starts moaning, quiet, high pitched whimpers leaving her mouth at the new found sensation; her whole body tingles in delicious pleasure, and when Chan gently bites down on her hard nipple, she can't help but cry out, her back arching up off the bed.

"My pretty girl makes the prettiest sounds," Chan's words are a hushed whisper against her skin, his fingers clasping both sides of her tiny body as his mouth travels down the valley of her breasts. "Daddy loves how pretty his baby girl looks under him."

Squirming at his words, Y/N's eyes flutter shut. Her body is flooding with so many new sensations that she feels if she doesn't shut her eyes, she'll go mad; she stares at the darkness behind her eyelids and lets her body take full advantage of the way Chan is touching her.

When he reaches the waistband of her underwear, Chan gently kisses over the fabric before he rolls them down her legs until she's completely bare in front of him. She's opened her eyes again, and her eyes are large as they look up at the awe stricken man.

"Oh baby girl," Chan's breath in-between her legs makes her automatically buck her hips towards him, and when he slides two fingers down her sopping wet folds, she squeals, her toes clawing at the bed sheets. "You're absolutely soaked. Does daddy make his sweet little girl that wet?"

Nodding, Y/N grips the sheets as she looks down at the larger man, his head in between her legs as he continues to stroke his fingers slowly down her heat. He leisurely starts to rub her swollen, throbbing clit, his fingers so light on her glistening wet skin that she wonders if he's even touching her at all. But the tiny jolts of pleasure circling in her gut tells her he definitely is, and she starts whimpering louder than before, the sounds going straight to Chan's groin.

Chan gently spreads her legs wider, his hand on the inside of one thigh as he bares her private parts to him. He groans at the sight of her juices already dripping down her legs and onto his bed, and he shifts his own position as his sweatpants start tightening further.

"My baby girl is being so good for me," Chan hums, his thumb trailing down her slit. He continues rubbing her clit, his fingers dipping into her cream every now and then as he continues to massage her. "So perfect, letting daddy touch her like this."

"Feels," Y/N whines and gasps as a particularly hard stroke of her clit sends her reeling. "So … good, daddy."

Chan hums at that, continuing to rub soft circles over her dripping bud. "Yeah? Does my baby like it when daddy touches her pretty little pussy like this? I wish you could see how pretty you look for me, baby girl, with you dripping all over my sheets."

"Mmm, daddy … " Y/N moans at his praise, and she rolls her hips automatically in Chan's hand, trying to chase the growing bubble of pleasure inside of her.

When Chan leans up and kisses her breasts again with his hand still in between her thighs, the bubble explodes, and Y/N moans loudly as she clenches her eyes shut so hard that she starts to see white dots; her entire body tremble against Chan's, pleasure flooding through her tiny body and she starts to gasp, delight surging through her veins.

"Good girl," Chan hums in approval, smiling down at her as he kisses the girl's forehead. "You did so well for me baby girl, daddy's so, so proud of you."

"Mmm … weally?" Y/N's words are slurred as she comes down from her high, and her pronunciation has Chan chuckling affectionately at her.

"Yes baby girl, really. Do you want to rest now, or do you want to go all the way with daddy, baby?"

"Want daddy," Y/N replies and Chan kisses her mouth with a smile.

Stepping away from the bed, Chan's eyes locked on Y/N's, he grabs the neck of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head, before sliding his sweatpants down his legs. He stands bare infront of Y/N, and Y/N's eyes turn as round as flying saucers as she takes in the form of him.

Her breath catches in her throat at the way he holds himself, at the way his shoulders are so broad, almost double the side of her own; his arms are incredibly muscular, his torso chiseled as if he's carved out of marble. His waist dips in slightly, giving him a slender look, and his thighs are thick, full of the same muscle that covers the rest of his body. Y/N's mouth runs dry when her gaze falls onto his cock; it's huge, bigger than she imagined, and it's girth is thicker than she thought was possible. The same veins snaking around his forearms travel down his fully erect length, and Y/N whimpers slightly, her hand travelling to just below her stomach.

As if sensing her thoughts, Chan heads back to the bed, his fingers wrapped around his pink tipped cock. "Don't worry princess. Daddy will make sure it fits. You just have to trust him, okay?"

Y/N nods, completely trusting him. She doesn't object to him gently flipping her over, before he covers her body with his own; the feeling of his naked torso pressed up against the curve of her back is exquisite, the smoothness of skin upon skin something she didn't know she needed, but now that she's experiencing it, she doesn't want him to leave, not now, not ever.

"Ready, baby girl?" Chan breathes, his lips on the side of her neck as he sweeps her hair out of the way. He kisses her softly and the girl nods, pushing back into him when she feels his cock hard against her thigh.

Chan dips his fingers into her sopping wet hole, her cum from her first orgasm nicely lubricating her opening; dragging his fingers down his length, Chan coats his skin with his girl's cum before lining up at her hole.

He eases in a centimetre, slowly, before pulling out. Then he repeats the process, each time pushing in a little deeper, and each time, Y/N moans a little louder, until, he's finally buried all the way inside her, the fronts of Chan's thighs against the backs of hers.

"Okay?" Chan asks Y/N, and she nods against him, her arms stretched in front of her and her hands curled into the pillow. She gasps when Chan pulls out of her slowly, his large arms wrapped around her as he pushes back in, growling under his breath.

"Baby girl," Chan groans, rocking his hips into Y/N's. "You're soaking wet and yet you're still so tight around daddy's fat cock. Daddy loves his little one so much … "

"I … I love daddy," Y/N manages, her head spinning at the incredible fullness inside of her. She's never felt anything like it before, and she never felt like something was missing either … but with Chan buried deep inside of her, she feels like she's complete, and with his constant reassurance of how much he loves her in her ear, she feels like she's on cloud nine.

Chan continues to whisper praise and 'I love yous' as he slowly thrusts into her, expertly hitting the very sensitive spot deep inside of her with the tip of his dick. His arms are wrapped around her in a hug, his skin smooth and warm against hers, and Y/N soon begins to feel intoxicated, the heady warmth and the scent of sex and cologne making her whine.

"You're such a good girl," Chan whispers as he keeps a steady pace; pleasure has begun to build up inside of him, but he doesn't pick up the pace, but rather, lets Y/N enjoy every single moment of it. "You're so good for daddy."

"Daddy, please … " she starts whining, thrusting back slowly to meet his loving strokes. The lewd sound of wet skin on skin echoes in her ears, and her heart pounds hard as she feels that same sensation coiling inside of her again. The way Chan's big body encases her own small one makes her gasp, her core clenching around Chan. "Daddy I'm … I'm so close … "

"Good girl," Chan coos into her ear, hitting her deeper and harder than before. "Cum for me, cum all over daddy's hard cock."

And she does, like before, she shatters all over him; but this time the pleasure is deeper, more breathtaking and it engulfs her entire body. Her walls clench so hard around Chan's cock that Chan spills inside of her a second later, his own moans filling the room as he comes to a halt, his arms around her tightening.

The pleasure filling Y/N feels so good and so surreal, the feel of Chan wrapped around her more than comforting, and she can't help it; she bursts into quiet tears, the tears soaking into the sheets beneath her.

"Baby girl? Oh baby, did I hurt you?" Chan asks, worry laced in his voice as he slips out of her, cum spilling onto the bed sheets. "Darling, what's the matter?"

Y/N shakes her head as Chan helps her sit up, his hands on her so gentle that more tears spill over her lashes. "You didn't hurt me."

"Then what … ?" Chan caresses her face, his wide eyes searching her own. "Didn't you feel good?"

Y/N smiles then, a watery smile than twinges at Chan's heart. "I did, daddy. That's the problem … I … I've never felt so loved before in my whole life."

Chan's eyes soften further at her words and he leans against the headboard of the bed. "Oh my precious baby. Come here."

Crawling into Chan's outstretched arms, Y/N lets herself be cradled like a baby against his chest, the man pulling the bed sheets over them both to keep the girl warm. He gently rocks her, his hands caressing over her bare skin and his lips against her forehead as she cries, wanting to stay in the safety of this man's embrace for the rest of her days.

"Shh," Chan's voice is quiet as he rubs circles into her back. "It's okay baby girl, daddy's got you. Daddy loves you so much. So, so much."

Y/N nods, sniffing as she curls up into him. She's exhausted, her whole body suddenly heavy and her eyelids drooping. Chan notices and he kisses her cheek, pulling her even closer.

"Go to sleep sweetheart," he murmurs, tucking the bedsheets around her chin. "Daddy will be here when his baby wakes up. Go to sleep."

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[sunwoohu]

Sex Education

Genre: teacher!Chan, legal student!reader, smut

Warnings: teacher x student relationship, unprotected sex, size kink, corruption kink, cunnilingus, slight spanking, praise kink, cockwarming

Request: no

Member: Chan

Y/N sighs as she opens her textbook. She's never been one to care about her sexual status - in fact, she never even thought about it until today.

The entirety of lunch, her friends had been making fun of her for still being an "angelic virgin", as they put it - they were all extremely sexually active, and for some reason after being made fun of it for the better part of an hour, Y/N can't stop thinking about it.

She doesn't know whether she's upset or not about all the teasing … all she knows is she's been clenching her thighs together ever since she got to her last lesson, and she has no idea why.

Y/N watches as Mr Bahng walks into the classroom. She can't help but let her thoughts wander as her gaze lingers on her math's teacher smart appearance; is he sexually experienced like all of her friends? For some reason she can't imagine him going home and having sex with anyone …

She clears her throat and violently shakes her head. No. She can't be thinking such explicit things about a teacher … that's completely inappropriate. Clearing her mind, Y/N looks down at her book as her thighs tighten under her desk, and she's unaware of her teacher's gaze on her.

It's not long before the last lesson finishes. Y/N is slipping her books away into her bag in a daze when Mr Bahng's soft voice calls out to her.

"Y/N? Can you stay behind after class, please? There's something I want to discuss with you," Mr Bahng says, leaning back in his seat. His slender fingers casually spin a pen around, and Y/N is taken aback at his request. Am I in trouble?

She does as he says, despite the strange looks from her classmates. Her friends cock their heads to the side, questioning her with their eyes.

Y/N shrugs. "Just go on without me. I'll text you."

They leave the room and soon Y/N is alone in the classroom with her teacher. She zips her bag up and is unsure whether she should get up and go to his desk or not; she's saved further pondering when Mr Bahng gets up from his seat and walks over to her.

Y/N can't help but gulp as he approaches her. He's always intimidated her; intense gaze, perfectly slicked back hair, crisp white shirts, their sleeves rolled to the elbow - his forearms are lightly veined and she can't help but stare as he tucks his hands into his pockets, his blazer left on the back of his seat.

She watches as he reaches the desk next to hers. He pulls out the chair and spins it around before sitting down on it, his arms leaning against the top of the back rest.

"Don't worry," he suddenly says, and a small dimple flashes in his cheek as he smiles. "You're not in any trouble."

"Oh," Y/N says faintly. He's so close to her that she can smell his cologne; it's woody and fresh, with an intoxicating base layer of sweet warmth. Y/N feels strange. She doesn't know whether it's because being anywhere near a man has always intimidated her because her father left, or because of another reason.

She clears her throat and smooths her skirt over her rigid thighs.

"I noticed you looked a little down earlier," Mr Bahng says. "You're always quiet, but today you seemed like there's a lot on your mind. Just wanted to ask if you're okay?"

Y/N blinks at him. She's unfamiliar with this sort of thing - an adult, asking how she is? She doesn't remember the last time anyone asked her how she was; she gulps, tilting her head slightly.

"I'm fine, sir. Just … tired," Y/N says. She tries for a smile - it must falter because Mr Bahng looks at her with slight pity that makes it hard for her to breathe.

He leans back against the desk, watching her intently. "Y/N, this is a safe space, okay? I'd like it if my students felt comfortable enough to confide in me … about anything. It doesn't have to be school related, it can be about anything that's bothering me. You can tell me anything, okay?"

Y/N nods. She's unsure what else one would say in such a situation.

Especially since the man's voice is doing strange things to her stomach. Things she's never felt before.

"So … what's bothering you?" Mr Bahng asks.

"I don't know … " Y/N bites her lip. Should she tell him?

Mr Bahng raises an eyebrow, willing her to go on.

So she takes a deep breath and looks down at her knees under the desk. "I'm a virgin," she blurts out, and Mr Bahng's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. "And my friends make fun of me for it."

He's not sure what he was expecting, but this was definitely not it. Mr Bahng doesn't know what to say for a moment, temporarily robbed of his words. He shifts position; something about those three words are doing things to the comfort of his trousers.

"Oh?" Mr Bahng lets out a quiet chuckle. "I uh … wasn't expecting that."

"I'm sorry sir."

"No it's okay," Mr Bahng gently places a hand on her arm; Y/N jumps, the contact making her inhale sharply. "I'm glad you told me."

A short silence passes between the both of them; it's not awkward, but almost as though the man is trying to gather his thoughts.

"I'm sorry about your friends," Mr Bahng continues. "You know, you don't have to sex if you don't want to. Don't listen to the things they say to you."

"But that's the thing," Y/N bites her lip again, fiddling with her skirt. "I do want to have sex. I don't know what any of it's like and I want to know."

Mr Bahng swallows. He really should tell her something like 'you'll find out when you're ready' and send her away - she's his student.

But at the same time … he is a teacher. Surely teachers don't just have to teach maths …

"I could teach you … " Mr Bahng says slowly. "If you wanted."

Y/N's head snaps up in shock. "W - what?"

"I can teach you how to have sex," Mr Bahng says, more confident now as he leans closer to her. "I mean, I am your teacher after all."

Y/N exhales shakily. She knows the right thing is to say no. But gosh, the way he looks at her with those dark eyes …

"Okay," she whispers. "Teach me."

"You're sure?" Mr Bahng asks. "We don't have to, if you don't want this."

"No, I want to," Y/N breathes. "I want you to teach me how to have sex."

Chan smiles then. He reaches out and gently runs his thumb over the girl's chin, brushing it over her lower lip. Her breath hitches at the contact and her eyes flutter shut, her breath warm puffs against the man's finger.

"Have you had your first kiss yet?" Mr Bahng asks. "I'm sure you have."

Y/N shakes her head against his touch. "I haven't."

"You haven't?" Mr Bahng's eyes widen in disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Yeah … " Y/N replies. Her cheeks grow warmer by the second, and the faint touch from the older man's touch is sending her slowly but surely into a heated frenzy.

Mr Bahng smiles. He suddenly stands up and holds his hand out to her. "Come with me," he says.

Y/N stares at his hand; it's slender, veiny, and incredibly attractive. She takes his hand and he pulls her out her seat, lacing his fingers slowly through hers as he leads her down the length of the classroom to his large desk.

"One second," Mr Bahng lets go of her hand and walks to the classroom door; he locks it quietly before pulling down the blind over the small window. The man smiles when he turns around again, Y/N biting her lip as he seems to get taller and taller the closer he gets to her. "Better be careful, hmm?"

"Now, where were we?" Mr Bahng sits down in his large chair, his legs spread casually as he looks up at the girl. "Oh yes. Your first kiss. Come here, baby girl."

Baby girl. Y/N's mouth practically waters at the pet name; she suddenly feels very small and very shy in front of this man. She can't do anything but listen to him, letting his hands guide her so that she's suddenly sat straddling his lap, looking down at those intoxicating eyes of his.

With one hand, he caresses her jaw and brings her face closer to his - he cups her face before closing his lips over hers.

Y/N immediately moans; her body is pressed up against him and she can't help but arch her back further into him as his plump lips kiss hers, each stroke of his lips sending heat and shivers down her spine. His hands travel over her body and seem to stop over her ass where he slips fingers up her skirt before squeezing her plush behind.

"Mmm," Y/N moans into his mouth; Mr Bahng smiles as he seizes the opportunity to let the tip of his tongue stroke her lower lip. When she gasps, he slides his tongue inside her mouth and sucks her tongue gently, letting the wet muscle slide against hers in a manner that makes Y/N automatically grind her hips into his.

"Such a good little girl," Chan breathes as he moves his mouth against her jaw. His hands are large compared to her body and he easily cups her in them, the size difference only making Y/N melt further into a submissive pile of nerves. "Aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," Y/N whimpers. She's panting heavily with anticipation as the older man's head begins to duck further, his teeth ever so slightly grazing her throat. "I'm … a good girl."

"My good little girl," Mr Bahng continues; he's reached the collar of her shirt, and Y/N's chest is heaving with her shallow breaths. She watches with wide eyes and trembling thighs as Mr Bahng stares into her eyes, his slender fingers slowly unbuttoning her shirt to the middle. Once he's reached the middle of her torso, Mr Bahng slowly pushes the crisp material away and bites his lip at the sight of Y/N's breasts rising and falling against the cups of her pink bra.

"Sir … I feel … strange," Y/N breathes.

"What kind of strange, baby girl?" Mr Bahng asks as he ghosts his fingers over her deep cleavage. He palms his hands over them, pushing them up slightly and making Y/N's thighs squeeze around his.

"Like … I have a heartbeat down there," Y/N whispers. Her core seems to be pulsing and clenching with its own accord, the sensation making her squirm. "My tummy feels like it's full of butterflies."

Mr Bahng smiles as he strokes his fingers over her bra. "That's a good thing, baby girl. Let it happen."

With a moan of acknowledgement, Y/N watches as Mr Bahng pushes her bra down; her breasts spring free, swollen with pleasure and hard at the nipples. The sight is so wrong to her that it sends exhilaration down her body in pleasurable tingles as Mr Bahng begins to fondle her breasts.

When he leans forward and clamps his mouth around one of her enlarged nipples, Y/N whines. She looks down, watching in fascination as her math's teacher sucks her breasts seductively, his tongue trickling saliva all over her sensitive skin and making her continue to squirm all over his lap.

"You're such a pretty little thing," Mr Bahng groans around her breast. His other hand caresses the other one, his fingers flicking its nipple and sending waves of pain and pleasure through her skin. "I always wondered what your uniform was hiding."

Y/N's eyes widen; Mr Bahng laughs, and he suddenly picks her up from her lap before setting her down on the desk in front of him. "Surprised, little one? I don't know if I should admit this or not, but believe me … I've had plenty of boners thinking about it."

The stunned girl moans at his words; she gasps when he suddenly spreads her legs, her skirt flipping up over her thighs and exposing her drenched underwear. The pale pink is now a dark pink, and Mr Bahng's eyes flood with dark lust as he realises just how wet his favourite student is from his touch.

Mr Bahng pulls his chair closer to the desk before he rests his fingers on the insides of Y/N's thighs. "You smell so good, pretty baby," Mr Bahng groans; he slides his hands down her legs, gently snapping the tops of her stocks over her thighs and making the girl squeal from the feeling. He takes his time using his hands, massaging over legs before spreading them wider, and pushing them back so she's half laying on the desk.

"Let's get rid of this," Mr Bahng whispers against the curve of her thigh; his thumb pushes against the wet fabric of her underwear and Y/N jumps, her breasts shaking against her bra. She gulps as he pulls them down her legs, and when his eyes widen at the sight of her already dripping over his desk, she flushes.

Mr Bahng trails his fingers lightly over her folds; he parts them with both his hands, exposing her completely to him before he winks up at her. Then he closes the distance between her lower lips and his mouth, his lips kissing the top of her pulsating area before he licks over her wetness.

"Sir … " Y/N whines, her breath getting stuck in her throat as her teacher begins a slow rhythm of his tongue lapping at her folds. "What … what are you doing?"

"Shh, pretty baby girl," Mr Bahng hums against her citoris; his voice vibrates throughout her and she moans, her body shuddering. "Just focus on the feeling, okay? Sir is going to show his pet such a good time that she's going to come back begging for more at the end of every class."

Biting her lip at that, Y/N does as she's told. She gets rid of any more curious questions and watches through slitted eyes as he continues to push her folds apart, the very tip of his tongue licking against her swollen clit and the flat of his tongue lapping at her hole.

He slowly increases his pace, and with every lick, he moans against her folds; Mr Bahng breathes heavily as he smiles up at the girl who's a squirming mess on his desk, her cheeks red and her eyes fluttering shut as wonder floods her face with evident pleasure. The sight of her naked in his classroom makes his cock continue to strain against his trousers, and he moans as he continues to eat his student's pussy.

"Sir," Y/N suddenly pants; her eyes are wide and her thighs have begun to tremble even more. "It … it feels like … like I'm going to pee. It feels weird … "

"That's normal baby girl," Mr Bahng hums. "Don't hold it back … let everything go, my pretty girl."

His words seem to have a igniting effect on her body for she suddenly can't help but scream; her entire body tenses and she digs her fingernails into the wood of the desk as an overpowering sensation floods though. She feels as though she's burning in the best way, her core pulsing and clenching as pleasure continues to rip through her. It makes her breathless and she shuts her eyes, arching completely off of the desk as her breasts push against her shirt.

"Sir," Y/N half sobs; she looks down and is shocked when she sees the desk wet beneath her. She feels sticky, her ass slipping against the wood as she sits in her own release. "That felt … " she trails off, completely lost for words.

She's taken aback when Mr Bahng collects her juice with his fingers; after running them through her folds, he sucks the glistening liquid off of his fingers, and Y/N's eyes widen.

"You're such a good little girl, baby," Mr Bahng stands up then, and now that he's hovering over her naked form, Y/N shivers. "You taste so sweet … I could eat you for hours."

"Sir … " Y/N flushes again and looks away; she gasps when Mr Bahng cups her jaw and turns her face to look at him again, and when le leans down to kiss her mouth, she's shocked to taste herself on him.

Mr Bahng pulls back after a while, his hands squeezing her breasts. He kisses her forehead before he starts to slowly unbuckle his trousers, the leather and metal falling to the floor with a loud clang.

"Ready for the next part of your lesson, my pretty girl?" Mr Bahng strokes down her thighs and playfully slaps her ass; she bounces against the wood as she nods, wanting anything and everything this man can give her.

"Yes, please sir," Y/N moans.

She watches in a lust filled daze as Mr Bahng slowly pulls his cock out of his trousers; it's unlike anything Y/N thought it'd be like, and the way he's swollen on the tip of his long girth makes Y/N squirm further. She can feel herself growing wetter by the minute as she stares at Mr Bahng's hand wrapped around his cock, and she's sure she's almost about to drool.

"You think you can take sir's cock like a good girl?" Mr Bahng hovers over, gently stroking the head of his cock along her folds. "If you do, I'll reward you with another orgasm, baby girl."

"Yes," Y/N nods eagerly. "Yes, yes, yes."

"That's my girl," Mr Bahng cups her neck before he starts to push inside of her. "Oh, you're still so wet."

Y/N moans; the feeling is exquisite. He's as hot as she is, and the strange, smooth hardness pushing into her and moving her walls out of the way makes her buck her hips towards him. She's ever felt empty before, but with him slowly pushing inside of her, she suddenly feels full in a say she didn't know one could feel.

"Sir … " Y/N moans loudly; Mr Bahng throws her legs over her shoulders and he pulls her closer to her, her skirt half way up her stomach and her breasts bouncing with every movement. He smiles when he pulls out again, making Y/N cfy out at the feeling before he pushed in again, his balls slapping against her thighs.

"Baby girl, you're so adorable," My Bahng groans. "You're so tiny and yet you've taken all of my cock so well. Looks like you deserve a reward, hmm?"

Y/N nods with her wide eyes; she lets him hold the both of her wrists above her head as he starts to thrust into her, each thrust squelching wetly and filling the room with the most explicit sounds Y/N has ever heard.

"Sir it feels so good," Y/N chokes; her eyes have already begun to roll to the back of her head, not having yet come down from her previous high. "You feel so big."

With a loud groan, Mr Bahng suddenly pulls her thighs towards him; in a split second, she's on her knees on his chair, her breasts hanging over the top and her ass quivering in the air. She barely has time to process what just happened when she feels his hand fist in her hair at the nape of her neck, tugging lightly before he slams back into her again ftom behind.

They both gasp; the new position feels so different and Y/N can't help but let out a constant string of high pitched moans as Mr Bahng continues to pound onto her. Every stroke ensures the tip of his cock is stroking the sensitive spot inside of her, and soon Y/N is a whimpering, whining, completely flustered mess.

"Oh baby girl," Mr Bahng gently slaps her bouncing ass as he fucks her. She moans, the slap enhancing the pleasure and she begins to see white dots floating around her vision. "You're so beautiful. You're doing so well, my little baby."

She moans as she nods in acknowledgement; the same pressure from earlier has begun to build up inside of her and she grips hard onto the chair as Mr Bahng leans over her, his shirt cool against the hot of her back.

"Think you can cum all over sir's cock?" Mr Bahng whispers in her ear. The sight of her ass bouncing on his cock is making him struggle; the thought of being the first man to ever see her like this makes him shiver. "Let sir see his cock covered in his pet's juice."

"Yes, sir," Y/N gasps; two more thrusts later, she moans extraordinarily as her second orgasm rips through her. It's deeper this time, making her entire body shake and dip onto the chair, and she suddenly blacks out for a short while as the pleasure takes her to a completely different world.

"Good girl," Mr Bahng is panting, sounding almost strangled and incredibly sexy when she comes back to her senses. "You did such a good job, my baby girl."

Y/N can't help but smile as she collapses onto the seat; she doesn't even realise when Mr Bahng moves her again, and suddenly she's sat on his lap with him still inside of her. His shirt is suddenly gone and her cheek rests against his chest as his large arms wrap around her softly, hugging her as he lets her regain some of her strength.

"I'm so proud of you," he's whispering to her as he cards his fingers through her hair. He gently rubs circles into her back as he cradles her small body against his larger one. "I can guarantee none of your friends ever got fucked this good for their first time."

At that, Y/N can't help but giggle. She then yawns, and she curls her fingers over his chest as her core continues to clench around his cock. "Do I have to go now, sir?"

"No, baby girl," Mr Bahng kisses her temple. "You can stay here for as long as you want to."

Y/N smiles. She curls herself further around him, shutting her eyes. She doesn't particularly want to leave at all; something about this older man's aura has her in a chokehold, and she wants to stay with him inside of her for as long as she possibly can.

Even if he did mean what he said earlier …

Y/N swallows. Maybe seeing him everyday after class isn't such a bad idea.

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[sunwoohu]

a little TMI between friends

summary: sunwoo breaks reader’s brain with a little unexpected overshare, but then he takes the initiative to fix it – so really, everyone is a winner here

pairing: sunwoo x f!reader 

word count: ~3.9k

genre: smut, friends to lovers

contains: adult content (this is 18+ folks), humor, teasing, petnames, dirty talk, unprotected!sex, cream pie, fingering (f. receiving). 

prompt: “Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”

this one's for @biaswreckingfics because she humors me and I just love her, okay?

It probably wouldn’t have taken you quite as by surprise if you and Sunwoo hadn’t been just sitting there on the riverfront, eating ice cream cones, of all things. But you were enjoying what you thought was a perfectly innocent afternoon sweets break with your friend. Your obviously very attractive friend, but a friend nonetheless – and not the kind with benefits. 

So when you caught him staring at your mouth, mid-lick at your ice cream, you didn’t think that much of it. You laughed. “What?” When he didn’t look away, you brought the hand not holding your cone up to your lips, wiping at them. “Do I have ice cream on my face or something?”

Which was when Sunwoo turned your world upside down, finally lifting his gaze from your ice cream to your eyes.

“Not to make things weird, but I thought about you when I came last night.”

He just. Blurted that out.

And thank God it was ice cream you were eating and you’d already swallowed because otherwise, you definitely would have choked. “I’m – I’m sorry, what?” 

Smirking, he reached up to brush your hand aside and replace it with his own, his thumb wiping the melted white liquid that yes, was there from the corner of your mouth and bringing it to his own. You stared, dumbstruck, and suddenly feeling a little warm, when he sucked the digit into his mouth. 

His eyes flashed with mischief, having caught the way your breath hitched and your pupils dilated. “I thought about you when I came last night,” he repeated. Lifting an arm to rest against the back of the bench behind you, he turned his attention to the river and resumed licking his ice cream. 

Okay, so the good news was you hadn’t hallucinated what he’d said. 

The less good news was that you were rendered speechless because your brain happily volunteered to fill in the blanks. It was playing a mental image of Sunwoo lying in bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking, thumb gathering pre-come from the head and coating himself with – your gaze zeroed in on his hands and you squirmed. Sunwoo with his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and his breath coming in sharp pants, while he moaned your name – now you turned your attention to his mouth, riveted by the sight of his tongue taking long licks of his ice cream. Your mental imaginings then shifted to what that tongue would feel like licking you and those hands holding your thighs open for him. 

What. The. Actual. Fuck. 

Forcing your unruly eyes shut (because that was the only way you could stop staring at him and being jealous of ice cream, for God’s sake), you swallowed back the nervous laugh threatening to bubble up. “I’m, um, not sure what you want me to do with that information? You’re welcome?” 

Sunwoo chuckled, sending you a wicked grin. “What do you want to do with that information?”

“I – I want to bleach my brain. Sunwoo, honey, what you do in the privacy of your room is – I mean, it’s totally up to you and it’s okay, it’s great! But, uh, I don’t think –” you rambled and rambled. Clearly flustered, you shifted restlessly on the bench, trying to ignore the warmth in your cheeks, rapidly spreading down and across your chest. 

“Liar,” he tutted and leaned into you like he was going to tell the most illicit secret. “Like you’ve never thought about me in the moment – you have my permission, by the way. Feel free to get as creative as you’d like.” 

Could a person choke on their own words? Like literally? Or maybe their tongue? Because you didn’t have anything else in your mouth at that moment, but the noise you made was some kind of a choked something. It took you several tries for your lips to start working again and a whole lot of effort to pretend his whispered words didn’t go straight to your core and that your oh-so-helpful brain wasn’t acting up again. 

“How generous! I’ll make sure there are lots of bindings, then.” You narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips, gaze dropping to his mouth. “Maybe a gag, actually.” 

Sunwoo winked at you and stood, then held his hand out to you. “That’s my girl! Come on; I’ll drop you off back at home on my way to the studio.” 

You took his hand and let him pull you up, shaking your head at his antics, still baffled by the turn of events but also happy to let it go. 

Certain you could and would let it go. 

If only that were true. 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were going to kill him. 

You just were. It had been a week – a whole week – and every day and night during that week you’d had visions of naked Sunwoo in your head. It didn’t even matter where you were at the time. 

Have a moment of downtime at work? Check! Your imagination decided that was the perfect time to picture him bending you over your desk and pounding into you from behind. 

Lunch with a friend? Absolutely. Could I interest you in a daydream about Sunwoo drizzling the chocolate sauce you’d had with dessert over your body and licking it off? 

Date? That was just too easy. Why not think about Sunwoo dragging you to the restroom, pushing you against the door, and fucking you into oblivion? That particular fantasy was extra fun because your brain decided to add on the cocky, knowing smile he got sometimes as imaginary Sunwoo sent you back out to your date with his come dripping down your legs. 

Trying to sleep? Hah! It wasn’t visions of sugarplums dancing in your head, but visions of him lying in his own bed and getting himself off to the thought of you. Honestly, you had all but given up getting actual rest this week. 

By the time Friday night rolled around, you were pretty sure you would spontaneously orgasm if someone looked at you the wrong way. Because like hell would you give in and actually masturbate to these stupid fantasies. You just knew he would see it written all over your damned face. Suffice it to say, you had never been more sexually frustrated and you were starting to snap at people.

So yeah. You were going to kill him. 

Which was exactly what you told him at 12:02 AM on Friday night/Saturday morning when you texted him after flopping around uncomfortably in bed for the last several hours, sliding under the covers then flinging them off of you, and repeat. Ad nauseum.

You: I’m going to kill you, just so you know.

Sunny-Boy: What? Why? What did I do?

You: Don’t play innocent with me, mister. You know exactly what you did.

Those three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. 

Sunny-Boy: Do I? I’ve done lots of things, so you may need to elaborate.

You: Ha. Ha.

You: You broke my brain! There’s not enough bleach in the world to fix it and I think I’m starting to go loopy from lack of sleep. :( 

Needing to do something – anything – other than lie there in a state of perpetual horniness, you dropped your phone onto the other pillow and went to splash water on your face. This was ridiculous. You were a grown-ass woman. A woman with a healthy sense of her sexuality and a robust – well, all right, so you hadn’t had sex with someone else in like a year, but you certainly weren’t hurting for orgasms. And yet, here you were. Pandora’s Box had been opened and the damned thing wouldn’t let you shut it again, no matter how hard you tried. 

The sound of your doorbell ringing reached you and your brows furrowed in confusion. Flipping the lights off, you exited the bathroom and glanced over at the clock on your nightstand. 12:20 AM. You turned your gaze toward the front door, silently debating on whether to answer, or whether it was someone who’d had a little too much to drink ringing the wrong doorbell. 

Curiosity won out, though, when the doorbell rang again. 

Your eyes widened when you opened the door to find Sunwoo standing there – or more accurately, lounging there – bracing himself against the door frame with a hand on either side, and giving you a look laced with knowing, with capital ‘T’ Trouble. “Sunwoo, what…” you started, words trailing off as you really let yourself look at him, from his grey sweats to his black hoodie (that you were like 80% sure he wasn’t wearing anything underneath, based on the skin you saw peeking out where it wasn’t fully zipped), to the smirk he wore. 

The smirk he wore. Goddamn it. You tore your gaze from his lips, still curved in that self-satisfied way, and brought it up to meet his. 

“I broke your brain, huh?” 

Your brain chose that moment to really focus on what you might find if you were to – very helpfully, of course – just unzip his hoodie the rest of the way. What? Fuck. No. You were going to kill him, not sleep with him. 

You nodded, stepping back and pulling the door all the way open, gesturing for him to enter. “Yes? But did you seriously come all the way over here to ask me that, you weirdo?”

“Nah. That was just me confirming something,” he said as he walked in and closed the door behind him. He leaned back against it and let his eyes sweep over you, something about which you could almost feel, especially when his gaze lingered on your breasts, nipples pebbling from the cold (definitely the cold), and the short hem of the t-shirt you wore to bed that night. 

Yeah, if you didn’t end up sleeping with him, you were going to get yourself a medal. Something big and gaudy and – 

“I actually figured that if I broke you, I should be the one to fix you.” His voice was a purr, the vibrations of which you absolutely felt in your cunt, which chose that moment to clench. 

Oh, fuck it. “You really should.”

Sunwoo pushed off the wall, then, walking toward you until he entered your space, reaching up and tucking your hair behind your ear. “You gonna let me, beautiful? Say the word and I will.”

“Sunwoo, if your annoyingly pretty lips aren’t on mine in the next thr– mmph.” It took him less than two seconds for his hand to slide around your head to catch the hair at your nape and his mouth to cover yours, lips brushing against yours, tongue sweeping out to taste the seam of your lips and silently urging you to part them.

A request you were more than happy to oblige because his lips felt as soft as they looked and you’d been wanting this for…far longer than you would admit. You looped your arms around his shoulders and leaned your weight into him, breath catching in the back of your throat at the heat and solidity of him. Yes, okay. You knew he worked out and had seen the man at the pool but feeling him pressed against you, from sternum to thigh, was something else entirely. 

The hand not in your hair came to rest at your waist, drawing your hips together, and the moan he let out into your mouth sent a bolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight to your center. He drew back enough to meet your gaze and the fire burning in his left you weak in the knees. 

The hunger in your own eyes pulled a curse from him and he was bending down to grab you by the back of your thighs, voice having dropped an octave as he instructed you, “Up,” lifting while you jumped and helping to guide your legs around his hips. 

You both cursed then, at the press of his cock, already hard and straining against his sweats, into the wet heat between your thighs. 

“B-Bed,” you gasped, squirming against him. “Now – now.” You loosened your hold on his shoulders just enough to let yourself drop a bit, his grip tightening and lifting you back up giving you the perfect kind of friction right where you needed it. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Yeah, okay.” His hands moved to squeeze your ass, holding you in place and grinding himself into you long enough to pull a whimper from you, before he was carrying you to your room and dropping you onto your bed. 

Sunwoo stared down at you while he unzipped his hoodie and slipped his arms out of it, tossing it to the side. You watched, eagerly taking in the sight of every inch of skin he bared for you, pressing your thighs together and fisting the duvet in your hands. He was unfairly beautiful, standing over you, chest rising and falling rapidly and palming himself through his sweats, lower lip caught between his teeth and tongue darting out to wet it. 

Guh.

“Been thinking about me that much this week?” 

“Huh?”

His next out breath was a laugh and then his hands were on your knees, pushing your legs apart so he could kneel between them on the bed. “I guess I really did break you, didn’t I, baby?” He brought a hand to rest by your shoulder, the other sliding up your leg and bringing your sleep shirt up with it, focus shifting between your eyes and the skin he was uncovering. His gaze was molten once your panties came into view.

Swallowing hard, you let out a shaky breath and nodded, parting your thighs farther, giving him the space to press closer. “Yeah. Kept thinking about –” You gasped again when his fingers drifted to trace a line up your slit, panties sliding easily against your folds with how wet you were. “Thinking about this, thinking about you, God, Sunwoo, please.”

“Good,” he said, dropping down to brace his weight on his forearm, and suddenly you could feel his breath on your face. Feel the way it hitched and hear the rasp in his voice when he slipped the cotton off of you and his fingers returned to stroke your cunt, teasing at your entrance then moving to rub against your clit. “Fuck, you’re wet. Been wanting to feel you like this since we met,” he admitted your hips jerked up into his touch. “Soaked for me, so damn hot.”

Stupid. He was stupid. You were stupid. Whatever. You were both idiots. Just –

“Y-You're touching me now, just – just don’t stop,” you demanded, fisting a hand in his hair and tugging his face down so you could kiss him. Lips and tongues slipping against each other, sharing breath, while his fingers slid around and around your clit, each rotation ratcheting the tension within you tighter. 

You whined when he moved his fingers, lips already open to complain, but then he replaced them with his thumb while he slid those fingers into your pussy, curled them, and started a steady thrusting, tearing a cry from you when they found your front wall. “Oh, f-f-fuck, please, Sunwoo, please,” you whimpered, you mewled, you gasped. 

“I’ve got you, beautiful,” he crooned. “Just like that. So pretty, taking my fingers. Can’t wait for you to take my cock.”

A whole body shiver went through you then and your gaze locked to his, a breath away from shattering. “God, I want – I want.”

“Come around my fingers and I’ll give you what you want, baby.” He groaned, nipping at your lower lip, then tracing a line along your jaw to nip at your earlobe and whisper against your ear. “What we both want. I’ll fuck you like we’ve both been desperate for since I told you I got myself off thinking about you.”

Your orgasm crashed into you then, visions of your fantasies over the past seven days, of him with his hand wrapped around the cock you still hadn’t seen, hadn’t touched, but so fucking would, the sight of him now, so close, his own need written plainly on his face, his fingers – his fingers – him. Your pussy pulsed around those fingers while your body trembled beneath him.

Shit, you were gorgeous, coming apart for him. Sunwoo clenched his jaw, willing himself to wait until you came down from your orgasm. To not just shove his sweats down and fuck himself into you right then and there. Instead, he ground his hips down into the bed beneath him, trying to take in every minute change in your expression. 

Once your shaking stopped and your eyes fluttered back open, you caught and kept his gaze while your palms came to rest against his chest. Your fingertips teased at his nipples and then slid down his torso to slip beneath the waistband of his pants, and you bit at your bottom lip when you realized he wasn’t wearing anything under them. You paused there, toying with the fabric and letting the back of your fingers brush against his lower abdomen. 

He groaned, hand coming up to the other side of you, forearm mirroring the other, holding himself over you while he dropped his hips and pressed his dick into your cunt, letting the heat from you sink into him and teasing you in turn with a slow thrust.

Screw it. You could play games next time.

You stopped teasing, instead taking hold of his sweats and carefully pushing them down his hips, shoving at them with your feet once your arms couldn’t reach any further, too impatient to draw this out any longer. 

It seemed like Sunwoo had the same idea because he was kicking them the rest of the way off and in the next moment, his cock was slipping through your folds, coating himself in your arousal and groaning your name against your lips. 

But he wasn’t inside you yet and that wasn’t okay. 

Your hand came down to wrap around him, stroking along the length of his dick, rubbing the head against your clit, and sliding it down to press against your entrance. His hips jerked instinctively, his tip dipping inside you, and you nearly saw stars at the stretch of your opening around him. 

You whimpered, tilting your pelvis up, an invitation – a plea – for more, for deeper. “Thought – thought you said – said you’d fuck me –” You sucked in a sharp breath. “You gonna t-tease me all night or what?” 

“Keep mouthing off –” he said in a breathy laugh, pressing the rest of the way inside you before drawing his hips back and snapping them forward again. “I just might.” 

Except he didn’t and you couldn’t. 

His lips covered yours again, tongue slipping inside to tangle with yours, while he started a slow rhythm with his hips. Feeling and letting you feel every inch of him as he pressed forward, every catch of his cock at the entrance to your pussy on each pull back. 

Sunwoo moaned, thrusting forward, deep, and pelvis grinding into your clit, shaking with the force of holding himself back. “Fuck, baby, you feel – so fucking tight,” he hissed into the kiss, teeth gently biting at your lower lip, and fingers finding purchase in your hair. 

He pressed his forehead to yours, gasping down at you, staring up at him with those intoxicating eyes. Let himself revel in the fact that he was inside you and it was his name you were panting, it was him you were clinging to and begging. So damn pretty. So fucking gorgeous in your need.

“God, you just – harder, please,” you whined, nails scratching at his back hard enough you both knew he’d be wearing your marks tomorrow. “Faster. I just need you to – S-Sunwoo…” 

“You need me to – fuck – take you hard, huh?” Sunwoo released your hair to squeeze your waist, willing himself not to come right then and there, high on how much you wanted him after a goddamn year of wanting you and having to watch you be oblivious. 

“M-mhmm.” 

“Mmm.” He pulled out and you whimpered, but then he was guiding you onto your hands and knees, bent over you with his hands covering yours, lacing your fingers together. He gently nipped at the crook of your neck, sucking a mark into the delicate skin beneath your ear. “I’ll give you what you need, baby. Gonna take you like you’re mine, yeah?” With that, he was thrusting back into your cunt, burying his cock into you to the base, and your vision went black at the sound of his skin slapping against yours. 

Words. 

What were words? 

You needed to reply to that. 

Needed to tell him that yes, exactly that, wanna be yours and maybe you did. Probably did because Sunwoo let out what sounded like a growl in the back of his throat and his front was no longer pressed to your back because he was upright, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, while he fucked his dick into you, thrusts harsh and fast, leaving your head spinning and your body on high alert, pushing back into him with each thrust.

Your arms felt like liquid, wobbly and useless, but you didn’t fall on your face – he was too quick for that, drawing you up against him, your back flush to his chest, and – “Oh, fuck, there, Sunwoo,” you said on a gasp, the angle allowing him to hit in just the right spot, and you were putty in his arms. Dropping your head to rest on his shoulder, your fingers finding and lacing through his at your waist. 

His free hand came up to cradle the back of your head, fisting in your hair and turning your face for his kiss, voice a low rumble against your lips. “C’mon, beautiful. Looked so pretty when you came around my fingers earlier… let me feel that needy pussy come on my cock.”  

You did. 

With one last snap of his hips, you came apart, your whole body quivering, pulsing around him, his name falling breathlessly from your lips again and again. Sunwoo cursed, the hand on your waist squeezing while he pumped himself into you half a dozen more times and then he was holding you tightly to him, his other arm wrapped around your torso while he spilled himself inside you, filling your cunt with his come. 

Sunwoo gasped your name, pressing kisses to your nape, your jaw, your shoulder, any place he could reach, while he held you through the aftermath and aftershocks from your orgasms. He gently guided you onto your back and beneath the covers once you both regained your breath, and slid an arm around you when you curled up against his side. 

“I think you may have broken me in a different way this time,” you said into his chest, lips forming a pout. 

“What? How?” He genuinely sounded worried as he turned to look at you, concern marring his brow. “Did I hurt you?”

Leaning up, you pressed a kiss to his lips, then smiled against them. “No, you goober. I’m just definitely not gonna be able to think of you as just a friend after this. You’ve ruined m–” your words broke off on a gasp as Sunwoo rolled you onto your back and leaned over you, grinning down at you. 

“So what you’re saying is my evil plan worked?” he teased, eyes lit with warmth, tender and affectionate. 

You arched an eyebrow, but brought a hand up to softly stroke against the skin of his cheek, mirth in your gaze. “You planned this?”

He scoffed, expression playful. “You think I accidentally told you I got off thinking about you?”

“I – Did you actually masturbate to thoughts of me?”

“More times than I can count, beautiful.”

Your response was to roll on top of him and crash your lips into his.

Round Two, anyone?

[sunwoohu]

Deal

pairing: mafia boss!hyunjin x mafia boss!fem!reader

genre: angst, smut (minors, SCRAM!!), mafia au, enemies to lovers

words: 6k

warnings: dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, mentions of seasickness, mentions of alcohol, one of the characters is a misogynistic asshole, mentions of violence and hypothetical violence, hyunjin is a bit possessive hehe, jealousy, tension, making out, light marking, orgasm denial, rough sex (sorta?), body worship (also sorta), fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), begging, use of the color system, unprotected sex (🤨), multiple positions, a teaspoon of degradation, cuddling, cockwarming if you stare at it with your eyes crossed, some tense fluff at the end, and I'm sure I missed a few but oh well lol

a/n: BACK AT IT AGAIN Y'ALL!! please be aware that this is part TWO, I highly recommend reading part one first. thank you so much for your kind responses to the first part, I am endlessly thankful and, most importantly, am a simp for hyunjin (!!!) there are mature themes dealt with in this fic, readers please beware!

- also featuring jihyo of twice, everyone say hi jihyo!

- read part one here

You started the game. Hyunjin intends to finish it.

It was a general rule among people in your line of work that you didn’t send gifts unless you had an ulterior motive. A bribe, a threat, or an encoded message—sometimes a mix of the three. Those were the categories your late father had forced you to memorize in your youth.

The painting propped in front of you was no different.

It had been delivered three hours ago in an unmarked package. Now, it was in the center of your grand foyer, propped against a sculpture on the center table.

“What does it mean?” Jihyo asked from your left.

You examined the painted bouquet with a forced neutral expression, your head lightly inclined towards one shoulder, and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“The flower on the bottom left is my birth flower. Next to it, a red poppy for blood spilled in war.” You swallowed thickly and continued to the one on its other side, “That one is a daffodil, it’s… his birth flower. And the one on the right is a red dahlia for betrayal.”

Jihyo shuddered, obviously unnerved by the painting. “What’s the big one in the middle?”

You inhaled deeply, staring at the one you hadn’t explained. It was bigger than the previous four, positioned above the others in the center of the bouquet.

“I have no clue. Looks like jasmine, but I don’t know what it means. Maybe he ran out of ideas.” You rolled your shoulders as you spoke, attempting to dissolve some of the tension there. Jihyo glanced at you with a strange expression on her face, but mercifully said nothing. That was partly why she was still employed for you after all these years—she knew when to stop asking questions.

You changed the subject, attempting to force your voice into its usual cool command. “Is my dress ready?”

Jihyo nodded. “It’s upstairs. The gown is beautiful, you’ll look stunning.”

You hoped so. You needed every weapon in your arsenal at its best tonight, and your beauty was one of them.

Unfortunately, insufferable old men were more willing to empty their pockets if your tits looked great.

Jihyo’s phone rang. She offered you a quick, apologetic smile and strode further into the house, her heels clicking on the marble tile. Aside from being your friend, you were grateful for her as an employee. She handled much of the business since you’d assumed control of the Family, allowing you to focus on the part you liked. The dirtier bits.

You gazed at the jasmine painted above the four smaller flowers. It had been crafted with far more care than the others, more detail. You could almost picture Hyunjin in your mind’s eye, painting this for you in the late hours of the night.

You had lied to Jihyo. You knew exactly what the jasmine symbolized, but to voice it aloud would have been an unnecessary risk.

Passion. Sex. Desire.

Leave it to Hyunjin to spill the beans about your… altercation two weeks ago while simultaneously declaring war.

You supposed it was understandable. After all, you had stolen one hundred million dollars’ worth of forged documents from his bedroom after fucking him senseless.

You hadn’t seen him since. Hadn’t even heard anything about him until this painting was delivered. Though it was unsigned and delivered without the official seal of his Family, it wasn’t hard to deduce the artwork’s origin.

Unable to stomach looking at the thing anymore, you placed it face-down on the table and stepped away. There were more important things to worry about tonight than Hwang Hyunjin’s hurt feelings.

The gift certainly sent the message he’d intended it to. To normal people, it would probably just look like a tasteful rendition of a bouquet; to those in this business, it was an obvious threat from one rival to another. But to you, one of the few people in this world who knew Hyunjin behind the mask, it was more.

You and Hyunjin had always preferred the language of flowers. And after two weeks of silence, the flowers were speaking.

See you soon.

“If you vomit, I’m going to push you overboard.”

You shot a dubious glare in Jihyo’s direction, your forearms braced on the metal railing. It was a mistake—the second you looked away from the small green light you’d been using as a stationary object across the bay, a wave of nausea rose in your stomach.

“You do that—” you cut yourself off, momentarily closing your eyes while you mastered your need to hurl. After a moment, you began again, “If you do that, I’m seriously gonna—” Your sentence was interrupted by a hiccup.

Okay, maybe talking wasn’t your best option right now.

Jihyo giggled. “Now would you let me put a seasickness patch on you? I said you would need one before we even got on this yacht, but nooo—”

“What’s that boat?” You abruptly asked. Jihyo followed your line of sight to the small yacht that was pulling up alongside the one you stood on. It was probably a quarter of the size, meant for speed rather than luxury entertainment.

“I heard someone talking about selling their share of the papers after they bought them from us.” Jihyo peered at the smaller boat as it drifted closer to the boarding deck. “Probably the buyer.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Figure out who it is. I don’t want to be surprised.”

Jihyo nodded wordlessly and gestured for one of your guards to do as you’d asked. They stepped away, phone pressed to their ear.

When another hiccup nearly brought your outrageously expensive dinner with it, you hastily beckoned for Jihyo to put the damn seasickness patch on you. Thankfully, she did so without commentary.

You touched the small patch behind your ear, more than a little skeptical. You had no idea how this thing was supposed to work, but you didn’t feel like biting the hand that fed you. Anything that would help you get through the next twelve hours on this godforsaken boat was good enough for you.

“Do you think it’s late enough for me to hide in my suite without raising suspicions?” You asked, not bothering to hide the edge of desperation in your voice.

Jihyo offered a pitying smile. No, then.

“Ugh, why?” You let your forehead fall against the metal railing, appreciating its cool temperature. “We already sold the papers, we’re a hundred million dollars richer—what more do they want from me?”

You were already upset enough that you had to spend the night on this yacht. The buyers you’d found for the tax documents were a reclusive CEO of some tech company and his board of trustees, whose one condition for setting up the deal had been that it be on their turf. In your impatience to sell, you’d hastily agreed.

Now you were seasick on a boat at one in the morning while the exclusive party went on inside.

“I think Mr. Chae wants to sleep with you. He was looking for you after dinner.”

You laughed humorlessly. “That’s great. How disappointingly stereotypical of him.”

Jihyo knew without you explicitly saying. You would not have sex with the man in his fifties tonight. Not only was the age difference not your thing, but he wasn’t—

Nope.

You halted your thoughts with an iron grip. You would not go down that road tonight.

You straightened, smoothing your silk gown onto your sides. Your friend had been right—it looked beautiful. The smooth fabric was a shimmering gold, excess silk pooling at your breasts but skintight around your waist and hips. The skirt swished around your legs as you stepped back from the railing and sighed.

“I won’t entertain these bastards. We got what we came for.” Jihyo nodded tightly as you spoke. You were certain that the energy indoors was as uncomfortable for her as it was for you. “We’ll make small talk as we walk, but I intend to be in bed in the next ten minutes.”

You strode to the glass doors with your chin held high, piecing back together your aura of casual dominance. It helped that the five trained bodyguards you’d brought with you tonight immediately fanned into a diamond formation around you as you walked.

People in various levels of finery milled around inside, chatting amongst themselves. You offered fake gentle smiles to anyone who dared make eye-contact with you. That was your favorite game to play—let them guess why the young, pretty girl was called the Viper Queen.

“There you are!”

You stopped in your tracks and mentally groaned at the booming voice that spoke from behind you. You took a moment to stitch a friendly smile onto your face before you turned.

“Mr. Chae, how are you?” You greeted pleasantly.

The man approached with the grace of an elephant, very obviously drunk. A sheen of sweat sparkled on his forehead, the gray in his hair yellowed by the artificial light. Your guards looked at you when the man shoved between them and you made a hand signal against your hip. Allow it but be ready.

“I was wondering where you went, little bird.” His eyes shone with intent and you fought the urge to vomit again, though not from seasickness. “You had me thinking you just came here for my money.”

“Perhaps I did.”

Though you meant what you said, Mr. Chae laughed. If you wouldn’t have been immediately shot for it, you would have kicked him in the shin.

“Are you enjoying my boat?”

A wave rocked the floor beneath you and your stomach twisted. “It’s lovely. How’s your wife?”

His expression sobered a bit at your pointed mention of the wife he’d conveniently forgotten about. He spoke, but his response was lost on you when Jihyo suddenly gripped your elbow.

You glanced at her, then did a double-take at the alarm on her face.

“What is it?” You whispered.

“I found out who was on the other boat, it’s—”

Your eyes lifted over her shoulder and the entire world fell from beneath your feet.

Shit.

Hyunjin’s hair was slicked back, the blond wonderfully offsetting his black ensemble as he stepped into the main room. He was so tall that he had to stoop to get through the doorframe, and under different circumstances you might have laughed at the tell-tale annoyance that bracketed his mouth. The blood drained from your face at the seven other bodies that followed his. He’d brought his entire Family.

Hyunjin’s dark eyes immediately found yours.

He smiled.

You couldn’t convince your feet to move as Hyunjin crossed the room with predatory grace, the throng of people parting to let him pass. The others followed close on his heels and you fought the desire to look at your old friends’ faces.

Your guards immediately lined up shoulder to shoulder, a human shield between where you stood and Hyunjin made to approach further.

His smirk made your heart clench as he looked down at you between your guards’ heads.

“Hello, thief.”

“Hi, bastard.”

Your attention was drawn away from Hyunjin’s savage smile by Mr. Chae’s voice, buzzing in your ear like an annoying fly.

“Mr. Hwang, what an unexpected pleasure. Come to join the festivities?”

Hyunjin didn’t look away from you as he responded, “Unfortunately not. I’ve come to collect something which belongs to me.”

“Oh?”

Jihyo’s hand clasped your elbow again, subtly urging you to run. You were inclined to listen. Hyunjin was about to reveal your deceit, you could tell by the glimmer in his eyes and the slight quirk to his full lips.

Whatever response you might have expected, the one-word answer he gave was the furthest thing from it.

“Her.”

All the oxygen left the room as you sucked in a shallow gasp. Mr. Chae barked an incredulous laugh.

“Her?” His beady eyes darted from Hyunjin to you, then back again. “She is a guest on my boat tonight, we just closed a deal not two hours ago—”

“A deal that was only possible because of me.” Hyunjin interrupted, his eyes at last shifting to the older man looming behind your shoulder. He looked down at him, his eyes narrowed with distaste, like he could see exactly why Mr. Chae wanted to keep you from leaving so soon.

You waited for Hyunjin to continue with bated breath. The moment he revealed that the tax documents had been stolen, it was anyone’s game. An exchange of money didn’t matter where guns were involved—whoever was left standing at the end would walk away with everything.

And Hyunjin’s Family always won.

To your surprise, he didn’t elaborate on his so-called involvement in the deal. “She and I have business to attend to. I trust you understand my urgency.”

Mr. Chae blubbered for a moment, unable to find a good enough reason to keep you by his side. You almost wished he would. The second Hyunjin got you alone, he was going to kill you for stealing from him.

At last, you mastered yourself enough to speak. “Mr. Chae, I believe it’s time for me to take my leave.” You ignored Hyunjin completely as you looked at the older man, frustrated color rising in his cheeks. “Thank you for your hospitality, it’s been a pleasure. My men and I can find my suite on our own.”

Hopefully your addition of my men would keep him from following you to your room.

Mr. Chae seemed to deflate, obviously disappointed. “Sleep comfortably, little bird.”

Nausea rose within you again at his ridiculous pet name for you. Hyunjin visibly tensed in your periphery.

You nodded, hoping your intentions didn’t show on your face. You certainly would not sleep comfortably tonight. The second you got to your room, you intended to climb out the window and flee before Hyunjin could find you.

Mercifully, he didn’t move to stop you as you walked around him. A wave of his cologne passed over you, so familiar that it made your knees weak.

You tried and failed not to look at Hyunjin’s friends. Some wouldn’t look at you, but Changbin was grinning like he had half a mind to bash you over the head again. In your effort to look away, you accidentally made eye-contact with Felix.

He’d been your best friend, once upon a time—now he was looking at you with poorly concealed sadness and hurt in his eyes. Like he truly missed you.

You forced yourself to keep walking, Jihyo pressed close to your side.

“Where the hell is the fastest exit in this place?” You hissed the moment you were out of sight. Your men fanned out to secure a perimeter, attempting to keep others away while you made your escape.

“I don’t know. I already sent an SOS to our guys on land, they’re coming as fast as they can.” Jihyo was breathless, whether from fear or walking so fast, you didn’t know. “I think we’ll have to stay in your suite until they get here, but it could be a while.”

“Why?”

“We don’t own a speedboat.”

You wanted to kick the wall. How was it possible that you didn’t own a speedboat?

You shoved your panic down. ��Fine, but you can’t stay in my room with me. If he gets in, he’ll kill anyone in the way.”

“I can’t just leave you—”

“You can.” You tugged Jihyo to a stop for a moment, glancing around. By some stroke of luck, the hallway was empty except for the two of you.

You hastily pulled a stack of checks out of your gown. Each was attached to a different bank—separate accounts which had simultaneously paid you ten million dollars each.

You pressed the checks into Jihyo’s hand. “Take these, find my guards and stay out of sight. If I’m not with you when the boat gets here, get on it and leave, do you understand me?”

There were tears in Jihyo’s eyes, but thankfully she nodded her understanding.

“Is he going to kill you?”

In truth, you didn’t know. You weren’t inclined to find out.

You gave her a smile that felt more confident than you actually were.

“He can try.”

When you opened the door to your suite, Hyunjin was laying on your bed.

You stared at each other for a moment without speaking.

“I should have known you’d be in here.” You said at last. You stepped into the room and closed the door softly behind you. “Where are your friends?”

“Socializing.”

Chills ran up your spine at the low sound of his voice. He was angry, that much was obvious, but you couldn’t figure out why he was just lying there. His gun should have gone off already.

“How did you find me?”

“Felix has a lot of friends.” Hyunjin interlaced his fingers over his stomach and sighed. “Did you really think I wouldn’t come for you?”

You scoffed under your breath. “You already came for me, Jin.”

Hyunjin’s face hardened. He stood slowly and you lifted your chin, making no move to run as he approached. If he was going to kill you, you would die with your dignity intact.

He stopped when there was less than a breath between you.

“You stole from me.”

“And?”

Goosebumps followed his hand as his fingers trailed up your arm, his touch so light you could barely feel it.

“Were you going to let him fuck you?” He breathed.

Shock broke through your indifferent expression. “Who?”

“Mr. Chae.”

Ah, that’s what this is about. Hwang Hyunjin, leader of one of the most feared organizations in the world and a harbinger of death, was jealous.

You couldn’t stop the small smile that spread across your face as Hyunjin leaned in until his face was inches from your throat. Your heartbeat picked up when his warm breath fanned across your neck.

“So what if I was?” You said quietly.

Hyunjin tensed and his hand stopped its slow exploration of your arm at your shoulder. He leaned away to look at you, his eyes glittering.

“Were you?”

You tilted your head back. Your lips were close enough that if you moved at all, they would brush.

“I think you know me better than that.” You allowed your hands to rest softly on his waist, bunching his coat in your fists as he exhaled shakily. “Jealousy is below you.”

His fingers ghosted over your jaw. “I don’t respond well to others taking the things I want.”

“And if I did want to fuck the old man?” Your hand drifted across the front of Hyunjin’s dress pants. Vicious delight drew your lips into a small smile when you discovered he was already half-hard.

You were playing with fire. No, not playing—you were dancing in the middle of a blaze, daring the flames to burn you.

A shallow gasp passed Hyunjin’s lips when you ran a fingernail over the clothed length of him.

“I would get violent.”

“Prove it.”

Your dare hadn’t even finished sounding when his mouth crushed against yours. He kissed you feverishly, like he meant to consume you alive, and you met him stroke for stroke. Hyunjin’s tongue entered your parted lips immediately, exploring and marking like he wanted the taste of him in your mouth forever.

Your fingernails raked across his back, through his hair, drawing short groans from his throat. You savored them all—the sounds Hyunjin made were among your favorite in the world.

Hyunjin grasped your bare leg through the slit in your dress and you gasped at the cold temperature of his hand. His fingers dug into your thigh as he yanked your leg up around his waist, forcing your hips to press flush against his.

You ground against his length immediately. You were already soaking, your lace panties sticking to your core. You had been since you’d seen him in your bed, if you were being honest.

Hyunjin shuddered as you rocked your hips against him again.

“You always run from me,” he said into your mouth. He effortlessly picked you up off the ground and you froze, but he immediately turned and dropped you onto the bed. “Why do you always run? Is it for this?”

Hyunjin removed your heels from each of your feet and kissed your left ankle, trailing his lips up your calf to your knee. He bit down softly on your thigh and you moaned breathily.

You might have burst into flames at the dark lust in his eyes as he murmured against your hip, “Is it because you want to be punished?”

You squirmed while he kissed one of your hipbones, then the other. Hyunjin hooked his long fingers into your panties and dragged them down your legs.

“I kept these last time, you know.” He placed your panties on the foot of the bed and dragged his lips up your leg again, his fingernails scraping lightly behind his mouth. “I thought about sending them with the painting.”

“The painting was lovely.” You gasped out. You were so desperate for him to touch you that you wanted to scream.

“Was it?” At last, Hyunjin pressed two of his fingers to your soaking entrance. “I wanted to kill you while I did it.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to be upset by his words when his fingers roughly pushed into you. You exhaled a shaky groan and Hyunjin pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your stomach, gently sucking your skin where your dress had hitched up.

You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every reaction while you writhed beneath his touch. You massaged your breasts through your gown and half-wished he would just rip the damn thing off you.

Your only warning before Hyunjin’s mouth closed around your clit was the feeling of his warm breath on you. You arched your back involuntarily at the dual sensations of his fingers and lips, the former now curling inside you to brush your g-spot on every thrust.

Hyunjin groaned and murmured something into you about your taste. He splayed the fingers on his free hand across your stomach, holding your hips against the mattress. The vibrations of his voice drew another moan from your chest and you reached down blindly to grasp whatever part of him you could reach.

Your hand found his. Hyunjin stilled momentarily when your fingers hastily threaded through his, but he quickly mastered his surprise and gripped yours with equal strength.

You couldn’t dwell on the intimacy of that action. Your rapidly approaching orgasm clouded your mind—if you didn’t cum soon you would go insane.

“God, Hyunjin—ah—pleasepleaseplease—”

You babbled nonsensically, arching your back as his fingers continued mercilessly pumping inside you. Your walls spasmed around him and he moaned again at his realization that you were already close.

The wave inside of you was just beginning to break when Hyunjin withdrew his fingers from you completely.

Your eyes snapped open. Your vision was a little blurry, your head clouded with the orgasm that had just been ripped out from under you.

“What—why, no—”

“You don’t get to cum, baby. Not yet.”

Your fury was short-lived. Hyunjin’s fingertips dug into your thighs as he jerked them onto each of his shoulders, his hands cupping your ass while he dove in again.

You released a vulgar moan when his tongue replaced his fingers. The tensed muscle thrusted into your entrance, eagerly consuming your arousal as you climbed higher again.

You were so sensitive. You straddled the line between pleasure and pain, your legs violently shaking around Hyunjin’s head while his tongue moved to circle your clit.

That sinful mouth closed around you and sucked hard, yanking you to the edge of your orgasm so fast you saw stars.

You threaded your fingers into Hyunjin’s hair, tugging at the soft strands with newfound urgency. Your hips rolled against his mouth while you chased your high, close, so close—

Hyunjin removed his lips from you again with a lewd pop.

You couldn’t even raise your head to look at him this time. Your chest rose and fell in heavy breaths, and you fought the urge to scream a frustrated cry.

“Color?” Hyunjin’s voice rang with smug command.

“Green, you asshole.”

He climbed up your body slowly, stopping briefly to kiss your hip, your ribcage, each of your breasts, before his face hovered above yours.

Hyunjin softly kissed your neck while you dragged your fingernails along his shoulder blades, aiming more to tell him to hurry up than hurt him. He froze when his lips touched below your ear.

“Is this a seasickness patch?” He whispered incredulously, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

You smacked him gently, your cheeks flushing with unwelcome embarrassment.

“Shut up, Jin. I can still hurt you in this position.”

He chuckled again and moved down so he could suck a hickey onto the column of your throat. You moaned softly, instantly reminded of the incessant ache for him between your legs.

“How do you feel?” He whispered against your mouth. You caught his lips in a fervent kiss, painfully turned on by the taste of yourself lingering on him while you tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth.

“Like I’m dying,” you breathed.

Hyunjin’s arm slid beneath you and flipped you onto your front. You arched your back, pressing your ass into his hips while his long fingers deftly pulled down the zipper of your gown. It fell down your shoulders and you adjusted to help him slide it out from beneath you.

He planted rough kisses along your spine, working his way up until his lips closed around the rapid pulse in your neck.

“That’s how I feel every time I look at you.” Hyunjin’s words were accompanied by the sounds of his clothes falling to the floor. You squirmed in anticipation, more than ready to be full. There was nothing like being filled by Hyunjin—no matter what feelings there were outside of this, it was like his body had been perfectly crafted for yours.

He bent over you, his bare chest warm as it pressed against your back. His breath fanned across your ear while he dragged the head of his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick.

“Every time I see you, it breaks my heart.” Your heartbeat pounded between your legs while Hyunjin spoke, impossibly hot and aching. “And for some reason, I keep coming back.”

At last, he pushed in. And in, and in. You both released simultaneous sighs of relief and your head fell against your forearm braced below you.

“I can’t stay away from you.”

He worked his way in slowly until his hips were pressed flush against your ass. You felt him so deep, the feeling was intoxicating. He thrusted, just barely, and your walls clenched around him at the stimulation to your g-spot.

Without warning, Hyunjin pulled out to the tip and slammed back in. You cried out when he did it again, the pleasure so overwhelming that you felt it in your toes.

He set a brutal pace, his forehead falling between your shoulders while his hands braced your ribcage. Your fists twisted the sheets on either side of you so hard your knuckles paled under the strain.

“Whose pussy is this?” He demanded, breathless.

Your brain could barely function long enough to respond. “Yours.”

His hips snapped against yours, the loud sounds of your bodies joining creating a symphony with your panting breaths. One of Hyunjin’s hands found yours, his fingers threading between your own in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

“Who’s the only one who can make you feel this good?”

“You—ah, god—You, Hyunjin.”

You were rising and rising without an end in sight. Your walls were clenching furiously around his cock—if you continued like this, neither of you would last a minute.

Hyunjin pulled out and turned you onto your back again, his cock buried inside you before you had the chance to mourn its absence. He placed your ankles on either side of his head and braced his hands on the backs of your thighs.

“Oh god, oh god—Hyunjin, I’m—ah—”

“Yes, yes—come for me.” He panted, sweat beading on his forehead as he pounded into you. He looked beautiful. Maybe it was the pleasure talking, but surely there was no boy more beautiful in the world than this one. “Come on, baby, I need to see it. Want to see how you’re a slut for me. Need to feel you—”

Hyunjin’s fingers found your clit, rubbing expert figure-eights onto it while he watched you beneath pinched brows.

You fell off the edge. Plummeted off of it.

Perhaps it was because it had been denied so many times, but your orgasm felt like fireworks in your veins. You scrunched your eyes closed, unable to make a sound as a wave of euphoria crashed into you.

Your body locked. The only muscles able to move were those inside you, clamping down so hard around Hyunjin’s cock that he released a guttural moan.

“That’s it, that’s it—just like that…” Hyunjin coaxed you through it, gasping between words. Your legs shook on his shoulders, twitching in tandem with the pulses of your orgasm.

Hyunjin released a shuddering breath as he came inside you, pushed to his own release by the never-ending tightening of your walls around him. Your bodies responded to every twitch and throb, drawing out each of your orgasms so long that you began to shake with overstimulation.

After what felt like an eternity, Hyunjin gingerly removed your legs from his shoulders and settled down at your side, his softening cock still nestled inside you. His long arms wound around your waist, tugging you against him firmly enough that you knew he had no intention of releasing you.

You were too fucked out to care, really. Cuddling after sex like that was probably a terrible idea, but this was… Hyunjin.

Tears pricked behind your eyes at the thought.

It was Hyunjin buried inside you. Every time you saw him, you either wanted to kill someone or fuck him within an inch of his life. Sometimes both.

You had wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, once. Before each of your fathers had died, before you started blaming one another for things that were completely out of your control—you had loved him.

Maybe you still did.

“That’s twice now you’ve fucked instead of killed me.” You didn’t mind that your voice was shaky. Hyunjin had seen you in far worse states than this. Perhaps he’d think it was because of how mind-blowing the sex had been.

He leaned back and you winced at the overstimulation when his cock moved inside you. Hyunjin gazed down at your face, the look in his eyes far different than before, and his head slanted towards his shoulder.

“I didn’t come here to kill you.”

Your brows furrowed, confused. “Then why?”

Hyunjin didn’t answer right away, and you started to hope he wouldn’t. There was a very fragile bubble of peace surrounding you at the moment, ready to pop at the first sign of danger.

He considered his words carefully, his eyes drifting over each part of your face like he was searching for an answer there.

“I came to ask you to marry me.”

Pop.

“You… what?” Your lips parted, the shock so powerful that your brain short-circuited. “But you hate me. I’m supposed to hate you. I stole a hundred million dollars from you.”

You surprise intensified when Hyunjin’s smile grew. He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead that you didn’t process in time to deflect.

“Ah, there are the key words. Supposed to. You don’t hate me at all, do you?”

You were too dumbfounded to respond. At last, you disentangled yourself from him, momentarily mourning the sensation of being full when his cock slid out of you.

“Hyunjin, what you’re saying is impossible.”

“We’re two of the most powerful people in the world. Anything is possible.”

Your throat worked as you thought of what to say. Less than an hour ago you’d been convinced Hyunjin would murder you for your theft.

“But I stole from you.”

“Did you?” Hyunjin raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Did you steal from me, or did I let you take the papers?”

You scoffed. No way. He had to be bluffing.

“Why would you let me take a hundred million dollars out from under you?”

Hyunjin sat up, his toned body near-glowing in the moonlight filtering in through the window.

“I knew the moment I saw you again that my feelings hadn’t changed,” he began. “Even when I still thought you murdered my dad, I knew I wanted to marry you. And I hated you for that—I hated myself even more. I thought you killed my father as revenge, but somehow you still made me love you.”

You listened in silence, hardly daring to breathe as he continued, “When I found you in my club, when you leaned into the barrel of my gun like a maniac, when we… you know, afterwards.” Hyunjin cleared his throat, color dusting his cheeks. “It was the only thing on my mind. I would find a way to convince you to marry me without the world imploding.”

You sat, thunderstruck, for several breaths, hardly able to believe the words you were hearing. Marry him? Once, you would have leapt at the chance, but now… things were complicated. The world you lived in was stacked against you.

“You don’t have to answer right now.” Hyunjin said, no doubt because of the expression on your face. “Take time to think on it, if you need. But aside from the fact that I’m hopelessly in love with you, consider how much we stand to gain by uniting our empires. We’d be far more powerful together than apart. That is why I was so willing to let you take the documents. Let’s call it an investment.”

The part about merging your Families… was true, you supposed. At the moment, at least, you couldn’t find a good enough rebuttal.

Your phone buzzed inside your gown, rumpled on the floor by the bed. Some of the tension was broken by the sound and you reached for it, finally managing to locate it inside one of the hidden pockets.

It was a text from Jihyo:

Boat is here. We’re not leaving without you.

A second later, another text came through:

Please don't be dead.

You sighed and stood, slowly shimmying back into your gown. Hyunjin helped you zip up the back, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder before releasing you.

You watched while he tugged on his pants, feeling a little lost as to what you were supposed to do now. What were you going to tell Jihyo? If you decided to turn down the proposal, were you expected to go back to your normal life and pretend he never happened?

You weren’t sure you could do that.

Apparently attuned to your spiral of thoughts, Hyunjin bent slightly at the waist to look you in the eye. “Think on it.”

It was all you could do to nod.

When you opened the door, Changbin stood on its other side. He grinned at whatever Felix had said a moment ago, and he only had time to glance down at you for a moment before you advanced.

Your fist collided against his cheek with a resounding thwack. Silence fell, broken only when Hyunjin released a startled laugh in the doorway behind you.

“That’s for two weeks ago, you prick.”

You strode away without waiting for his response, your chin held high as you shook the pain out of your hand.

Changbin’s laugh followed you down the hall and he called after you, “Good to have you back, Viper Queen.”

You didn’t miss the sarcastic tone that accompanied your so-called “title”, but it didn’t sound like he was trying to hurt your feelings. It was… the way a friend would tease another friend. It felt like old times.

God, you really should have just gone to Fiji.

would you like a side with your simp sandwich? I know I need one lol. would a part three be okay? anywayyyy, I hope this lives up to your expectations for part two! thank you so much for reading!! please like/reblog if you enjoyed it, bye loves! - j

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Fairy Lights

Pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers (if you squint)

Word count: a bit over 7k

Includes: not much of an actual plot, hyunjin and mc trying hard to annoy each other and lowkey simping for each other instead, mc actually kind of being stuck up at times (maybe?), drinking, smoking, a tiny bit of public teasing, mirror kink (kind of?), a tiny bit of degradation and a tiny bit of praise kink, choking, unprotected sex (y'all please do be careful)

Summary: you didn't like hyunjin. you didn't really know hyunjin but he was popular and that annoyed you. in that light, maybe going to his party wasn't your brightest idea.

Author's note: hello and, if you decided to stop by, thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy your time here ♡

They had told you that the party would be a small one. You had been to a few parties while you were in high school, and even a couple ones in the first few months of your college life. Yet the "small party" that you were attending right now was about three times bigger than any of them had been. But, well, you guessed it was probably smaller than what the people who organized it usually did. And the host was no other than Hwang fucking Hyunjin.

When it came to college heartthrobs, it couldn't get more basic than him. He was popular, he was extremely good-looking, he was interesting to be around. Almost everyone wanted to be in his group or his bed, or both. Obviously, you didn't. You simply didn't understand why everyone would be so obsessed with one specific boy that much - he was a person like any other and it's not even like there weren't other good-looking boys, or girls for that matter, in your college. Yet for some reason, everyone worshipped the ground he stepped on.

Now, the reason you were at this specific party was one of your friends, who had decided that you needed a bit of distraction from your studying (correct) and insisted that this party would be perfect (incorrect). There were too many people for your humble tastes and none of them you knew. Your friend had disappeared into the crowd shortly after you had arrived and you didn't have the energy to look for the traitor.

Third drink for the night in your hand, you could admit the party wasn't that bad. Hyunjin's house was pretty nice - large, with three floors available to the guests and a lot of open space, meaning even though there were a lot of people it wasn't cramped. And what was the best part, the makeshift dancing wasn't even in the house itself. The first floor was about twice as large as the rest of the building so there was a very big open terrasse that served as a dance floor. You had taken a seat at the second-floor balcony, observing the dancing folly below you and sipping on your drink.

"Are you usually the loner type or are you just not enjoying the party?" a voice asked next to you and you turned to look at, of course, none other than Hwang Hyunjin himself, in all of his glory in black pants and a very loose-fitting and very unbuttoned white shirt, hair tied back in a ponytail with a ribbon. You couldn't help the groan that escapes your lips and the roll of your eyes.

"All the people in here that you could bother and you chose me," you said and you could see the friendly smile on his face drop. Good, you thought. You hadn't come to boost his ego.

"I'm sorry but have I done anything to deserve such a response from you?" he asked, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows. "You're not a familiar face so I doubt that I have hooked up with you before."

That statement made you laugh. Not in an amused way, though. In a "how could this idiot be so full of himself" way.

"Luckily for both of us, no you haven't," you said. "Sorry to burst your bubble but not every person in this town is in love with you"

"Perhaps you're gay and I slept with your crush then?" he asked as you raised your glass to your lips and the sheer genuine idiocy of his question made you spit your drink back.

"Are you really that self-absorbed?" you asked in disbelief.

"Are you really dumb enough to be talking this way to the person whose alcohol you're drinking for free?" he retorted and you rolled your eyes.

"My original intention was to never talk to you but look at us now" you almost hissed out. "Now, if you would be so kind, please remove yourself from my sight and go party somewhere with someone who wants you around"

Your words seemed to have the opposite effect, though, as he took the empty seat next to you, leaning back and spreading his legs in the most infuriating way you had ever seen. It was double infuriating because, for some reason, he managed to make it look hot. You chose to ignore that.

"You see, every other person in this building would love to have me around. You seem to be utterly distressed by my existence. So I think I will stay here," he smirked and that infuriated you even more.

So you opted for ignoring him. You returned your eyes to the dancing people and sipped your drink. For a few minutes, it was okay. You pretended he wasn't there. For a few minutes, you were calm. And then little puffs of smoke started floating your way. At first, you ignored them too. But a side glance in his direction, cigarette lit between his fingers and eyes glued on you, was enough to tell you that he was doing it on purpose.

"For fuck's sake, can you go do that somewhere else?" you hissed out as you turned in his direction, tempted to pour the alcohol in your glass over him and his cigarette.

"I already told you, I want to stay here. Plus, this is my house so you don't get to tell me where to smoke." You felt like punching him.

"Some of us are not interested in premature death due to lung cancer, thank you"

You hadn't intended to make this a joke, yet Hyunjin laughed as if what you had said was hilarious. You glared at him. That made him laugh even more.

"Loosen up a bit, maybe?" he suggested, an annoying grin curving his annoyingly pretty lips. "You're at a party and all you're doing is hiding on the balcony on your own with a drink in your hand. Have some fun, that's all I'm saying" The words were accompanied by another puff of smoke in your face.

"I was having fun before you came here and decided to ruin my evening," you scowled. True, you had been here the whole night, but you were enjoying yourself. Who was he to judge you?

"Ah, I see, so you're one of those people who have fun doing very boring things like watching paint dry while sipping on their afternoon tea?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side as if genuinely curious. Another puff in your face.

"Better than being a prick who gets off to thinking everyone loves them and annoying anyone who doesn't," you responded.

"I get it, you don't like enjoying things, makes sense why you dislike me then" Yet another puff in your face.

And you had had enough. You pulled the cigarette from between his fingers and put it in your mouth, taking a long drag. You couldn't help grimacing, yet you managed not to cough as you exhaled the smoke in his face. He was startled, but it only took a second for a shit-eating grin to spread on his face.

"Awww, so you do have the guts to do something more than just talk back," he teased. Instead of replying, you glared at him and took another drag. "What happened to the lung cancer concerns?"

"Death would feel better than hearing more of your bullshit," you rolled your eyes, finishing the cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray next to you. "How do you even get laid with this attitude," you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

"I could give you a demonstration if you'd like," he offered.

"I'd rather choke the life out of you, thank you"

"I don't see how one of those excludes the other, I could be into that" he shrugged and your eyes widened in disbelief. He chuckled at your reaction and leaned closer to you. "Would you like to find out?"

You wanted to slap him. You wanted to wipe the smirk off his pretty face and let him know that no, not everyone wants to sleep with him. But you didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing he was getting under your skin. So instead you crossed your arms and turned away from him again. You would simply go back to ignoring him and he'd eventually leave.

Hyunjin didn't speak for a while. You weren't sure what's he's doing but you wouldn't check and as long as he wasn't trying to bother you anymore, it was all good. And then he reached over, taking your glass from your hand and downing it at once. You looked at him exasperated and he raised his eyebrows at you.

"You stole my smoke, this is only fair, don't you think?" he had the audacity to ask and you shook your head slightly.

"Maybe if you weren't sitting here annoying me when I made it clear that I don't want your company, I wouldn't have done that," you reminded him and that seemed to make something move in his brain.

"You're right," he said and for a second you had hope. "I shouldn't be sitting here annoying you". Just for a second. "Get up, I wanna annoy you on the dance floor"

You were so shocked at his statement that you couldn't even find words to explain how idiotic that suggestion was. You could only stare at him once again in disbelief. He seemed to take your silence for a sign that you agree as he reached over and grabbed your wrist.

"Are you as dumb as you seem or are you just trying very hard to look like an absolute idiot?" you screeched as you pulled your arm away violently. "Whatever made you think I would like to dance with you?!"

"Relax, will you?" he chuckled, reaching over and taking your wrist again. "Here's a deal, give me one dance and I'll leave you alone"

Logically, you knew better than to play by his rules and give in to his request. But the idea was so tempting: just a few minutes and you'd finally be at peace. So you ended up agreeing. Well, you didn't say it but you stood up and let him drag you back into the house, down the stairs, and then to the open terrasse dance floor.

It was no challenge for him to drag you both to the middle of everything and before you had time to register your surroundings well, he was already feeling the music. You hated to admit it, but he looked gorgeous. It seemed like the music and him were one, his expression changing subtly every second matching the beats, eyes closed as he immersed himself in the song. And you hated, even more, to admit that it was hot.

Then his eyes opened and he looked at you, the smirk that curved his lips telling you that your face was giving out your thoughts. Miraculously, he didn't comment on that. Instead, he pulled you closer, leaning closer to your ear so you would be able to hear him.

"The deal is for you to dance with me, not just sit and stare while I do all the work, princess," you heard his voice from way too close and a shiver ran down your spine despite yourself. Okay, you were already realizing how bad of an idea it was to agree to this.

But you weren't about to chicken out of this, especially since you were pretty sure he wouldn't let you live it down. So instead you let yourself get distracted by the music and dance. This was okay, you could do this. Until you felt his arms wrap around your waist and pull you impossibly close to him.

"Hyunjin-" you choked out, trying to pull away but his grip didn't falter. His eyes were looking down at you with a mischievous glint and you clenched your teeth, forcing yourself to go back to dancing. Feeling a bit awkward, you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers itching to play with his hair. It looked pretty. Would it be soft?

"So since we're here, would you care to enlighten me why you dislike me so much?" he asked suddenly, distracting you from your thoughts. You rolled your eyes, of course he would be stuck on that.

"After tonight, because you're a prick that just can't accept that not everyone is whipped for him and has been bothering me this whole time on purpose," you said, you were pretty sure that was obvious. "Otherwise, I just don't get the hype. Sure, you're attractive and whatever, but how many of the people that worship you actually know anything about you beyond that? All I hear people saying about you is how hot you are. No one really talks about you as a person, and yet you seem to soak it all up"

It was hard getting all that out with how loud the music was blasting yet you were pretty sure Hyunjin had heard you. He looked at you for a long moment, not saying anything. You thought for a second that you had hit a nerve. Yet that annoying grin was back on his face.

"So you think I'm attractive?" he asked teasingly and you rolled your eyes. "You act like you hate me but maybe secretly you actually want me too"

"See, you're disgustingly self-absorbed," you retorted, hitting the back of his head lightly. "I dislike you, period. No dick is good enough to change my mind"

"Bet that if you let me, I can prove you wrong," he said, that infuriating smirk on his lips once again. You still wanted to wipe it off his face. And you still wanted to remind him that not everyone wants to sleep with him.

"The deal was one dance and you leave me alone, Hyunjin," you reminded him. "I don't think fucking me is included in this one dance. And quite frankly, I think we've danced for long enough already"

"I mean, yeah, you can walk away and I won't approach you again,” he said as if making a peace offering. "But think about it. Are you confident that I can't have you screaming my name with pleasure to the point where you forget how much you hate me? If I'm wrong, you get to rub it in my face. If I am right, well you get a good fuck out of it"

You should have walked away. You should have rejected him straight up and left the dance floor and maybe the party as a whole. Yet you couldn't lie, the offer sounded so tempting. You hadn't had the chance to get laid in a while. And as much as you hated that about him, he was attractive enough to make you interested in the idea.

"You don't even know what my name is," you pointed out instead.

"So you can tell me and we can move on to the good part," he grinned and you rolled your eyes.

"Here's what, if you win this one, I'll give it to you," you said, probably the dumbest decision you had made in the past few months as a whole.

It took a second for him to realize that you had agreed and suddenly he turned you around, pressing his chest to your back as his hands took place at your hips. He leaned down, lips trailing down your neck teasingly and a shiver ran down your spine. His hot breath hit your neck and you closed your eyes, leaning your head to the side a little. You felt him smirk against your skin.

"For someone who dislikes me so much, you're already very willing to cooperate," he said against your skin and you groaned in exasperation, earning yourself a soft chuckle from him.

"Shut up, brat" you muttered, probably not nearly loud enough for him to catch it anyway. Yet he didn't say anything more, focusing on kissing all over your neck instead. You felt him bite down and suck and you could help the soft whimper that escaped your lips. Closing your eyes, you let the feeling take over you, heat spreading between your legs.

"You look gorgeous, by the way," you heard him say and you hummed in response, not trusting your voice at the moment. "This dress has been driving me insane since I first saw you. The way it rides up your thighs so easily…"

As if to prove his point, one of his hands moved from your hip to your thigh, gently sliding up and lifting your skirt, fingers teasing the sensitive skin on your inner thigh. You fought against the instinct to squeeze your legs together.

"Not to ruin the mood or something, but I sure hope you're not planning to do it here," you said, mustering up all your strength to sound annoyed and not extremely turned on.

"Don't worry, princess, I don't intend to share the experience with anyone here" he chuckled. "But I still want to have a little fun" Suddenly you felt his fingers press against your core and you bit your lip harshly to hold your moan. "My, for some who supposedly hates me, you're suspiciously wet right now"

Hyunjin started rubbing slow circles against you and whatever comeback you had in mind left you immediately, replaced with the need to have more. You were practically laying back on him at this point, his lips and fingers slowly but steadily working you up impossibily much. You were starting to think of creative ways to beg him to just take you somewhere else and fuck you without actually feeding into his infuriating confidence when he suddenly pulled away from you and you stumbled to keep your balance. You looked at him betrayed and his smirk told you that he knew. It felt like he could see right through all your attempts to hide.

"Endearing, truly endearing," he hummed to himself. Then he took your hand and finally headed inside the house. It took you three floors of stairs, multiple knowing and a few jealous looks to get to where he wanted to take you. "Welcome to my room, princess," he declared.

You took a minute to look around. It was pretty normal, you figured, not sure what you had expected anyway. Books were scattered across his desk, some clothes were thrown over a chair and the bed was unmade.

"Apologies for the mess, I wasn't expecting to be bringing anyone here tonight" he shrugged a bit awkwardly and you waved your hand dismissively, eyes on the wall over his bed.

"You have fairy lights?" you asked, a smirk tugging on your lips and you could swear you saw a soft blush spreading on his cheeks.

"They're pretty," he replied defensively. "Plus, they come in handy at times like this," he added, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he turned off the main lamp, walking over to turn on the fairy lights instead.

A soft golden glow washed over the room, not bright enough to see every detail but perfect to remind you of what you were here for really. Hyunjin walked up to you again, eyes stuck on your face for a few seconds. You were about to ask why he's looking at you that way when he suddenly reached up, cupping your cheeks and leaning down to kiss you. You were surprised at first but you kissed back as soon as your brain caught up on what was going on.

At first, the kiss started slow and gentle but when he realized you weren't pulling back, he deepened it, a sudden sense of despair in his actions. You reached forward, grabbing onto the unbuttoned collar of his shirt and pulling him closer. His hands dropped from your face to your hips and he started leading you to his bed. Once again, you wrapped your arms around his neck, this time not shying away from pushing fingers in his hair and tugging on it accidentally as you stumbled in his lap. A quiet groan escaped him and you pulled away from his lips chuckling.

"Didn't know it would take you so little to get vocal" you teased and he rolled his eyes, squeezing your ass and pressing you against himself as he rolled his hips up.

That shut you up effectively as you had to fight back against moaning yourself. Yet it wasn't enough to get you distracted so you tugged on his hair harder and watched his face scrunch in pleasure and his eyes flutter closed for a second. Oh, you were enjoying this. And it made you think back to what he had said earlier. Maybe the thing about being into choking wasn't just a joke meant to piss you off after all? You slowly pulled your hand away from his hair and down to the back of his head, carefully moving it to his throat. But before you could try it, he grabbed your wrist and moved your hand away.

"You're getting too comfortable here, princess," he said, his voice suddenly lower and slightly raspy. That confirmed your suspicion. "As far as I remember, this was about me fucking your brains out" As if those words explained anything, he moved you to sit on the bed and instead he himself got off and dropped on his knees between your legs.

"Get comfortable," Hyunjin winked at you with a small smirk. And before you knew it, he was pushing your skirt up and pulling your panties down, discarding them somewhere to the side.

Eyes wide and heart thumping, you watched him get comfortable, fingers gently moving up inner thighs and making shivers run down your spine. His thumb quickly found your clit, running a gentle circle over it and you whimpered out, thighs twitching slightly on instinct. He looked up at you again, a half-smile curving his lips as he leaned down and took a slow lick up your slit.

"Fuck-" you heard yourself say, breath hitching. Your body seemed to be so sensitive to anything he did and it was just not fair. You didn't want to lose so easily.

On the other hand, he looked annoyingly pleased by that. It didn't take much longer for him to get into his task and it didn't take you much longer to simply not be able to hold back soft whimpers and moans. His tongue did miracles between your legs and the louder you got, the more diligent he was. Your hand reached up and tugged the ribbon away from his hair, then your fingers threaded through the now released locks, holding onto him to keep yourself steady. His eyes never left you, carefully observing your every twitch and expression. You felt yourself getting closer, your body gave that way. Until Hyunjin suddenly pulled away and you whined out.

"Do me a favor, love" he said softly, licking his lips slowly as if demonstrating how much he enjoyed the taste of you on them. You wanted to cry at the sight. "Look ahead". You did and your eyes met… your eyes met your own reflection in a mirror right across from you. Despite the dimmed lightning, you could still see the effect he had had on you. You looked back at him quickly, but he shook his head. "I want you to watch yourself as I make you cum. Can you do that for me, princess?" His tone was so soft and soothing, and somehow it just pushed you deeper into the agony of the orgasm that he was currently delaying. You felt yourself nod before your mind even had the chance to process what you're agreeing to and he smiled. "Good girl"

And with those words, he leaned down again, starting off as if he had never stopped. Moaning, you forced yourself to look up ahead, your reflection greeting you. You looked completely fucked out. Your fingers were holding tightly onto his hair and your thighs were twitching every so often. You looked like a complete wreck and, despite feeling like one, now that you could see it, it would be so much harder to pretend like you had not been affected after he was done with you.

Hyunjin's blessed (or cursed) tongue and lips were still working on you, teasing your clit, gently pushing at your hole, the sounds of him licking getting louder as if he was getting messier with it. Soft groans escaped him from time to time, sending vibrations down your core. For a second you wondered if he was enjoying this as much as you were. And then you could see in the reflection one of his hands moving. And then you felt the tips of his fingers pressing against your hole, tongue focusing solely on your clit now.

You saw the way your body shook as one of his fingers pushed inside you slowly. It was getting too much. Feeling all of this was already too much, but watching it was even worse. Your eyes watered from the pleasure and the effort you put into keeping them on the mirror. You couldn't help but close them as your high crashed over you all of a sudden. A loud moan of his name slipped past your lips and you tugged onto his hair harder than you even knew you had the strength to. Your moan slowly turned into a soft whine, then whimpering as he still was licking at your core, although softer and gentler.

You weren't sure how long it was before he pulled away and you could open your eyes again, looking down at him as you tried to catch your breath. Once again, he made a show of licking his lips, reaching up to wipe your wetness off his face with his sleeve. You pulled your hand away from his hair, fingers trembling slightly. Your other hand had been gripping the bed sheets way too tightly as well so you relaxed your hold, clenching and unclenching your fist a few times to try to get back some feeling into them.

"I am going to assume I am doing quite well so far," Hyunjin grinned and you were still too dazed to even think of denying it or talking back. He stood up and leaned down so his face would be in front of you. "Don't worry though, I'm still not done"

"Please tell me I won't have to look in the fucking mirror anymore," you wheezed out, in genuine disbelief that he had made you do that to begin with.

"No, that's fine," he laughed out, amused by your reaction. "You can only look at me from now on"

"Lucky me," you rolled your eyes at his statement, hands reaching down to adjust your skirt a little - you were starting to feel a little too open now that your high was wearing off.

You tried to look around, avoid his eyes, mainly pretend that you're getting bored when your eyes stopped on his crotch. The visible bulge in his pants made you smirk.

"Oh, poor baby boy, look at how worked up you've gotten just from eating me out," you teased, reaching up to squeeze him slightly and you looked up again to meet his eyes. "Did I tug on your hair too harshly? Or was it just the right amount of pain that gets you off?"

The mockery in your voice, of course, was not genuine. You enjoyed having something to hold against him in this game of pushing all of your buttons. And truthfully, you wanted to annoy him the same way he had annoyed you on purpose earlier just to get a reaction.

Then his hand was on your throat, fingertips gently digging into your skin. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened and he tsked quietly, shaking his head.

"I didn't really expect you to be the bratty type," he said, somehow his voice was still soft and gentle as his hold tightened. As he took in your surprise, a smirk curved his lips once again and he leaned closer to your ear. "It's your mistake for assuming that I would only enjoy being on the receiving end of choking, princess"

You whimpered out and he pulled back a bit, concern flashing in his eyes for a second. You felt his grip relax and despite how lightheaded you felt right now, you realized that Hyunjin was probably worried that he might be pushing past where he's allowed. So you took a shallow breath and leaned up slightly, lips brushing his.

"Maybe you could try and see what would happen if you did that while you're fucking me," you suggested, pulling away once again and standing up.

You used the moment to unzip and take off your dress, as well as your bra, doing your best to make at least somewhat of a show out of it. Hyunjin's eyes were fixed on you as you did that and he licked his lips. He seemed to take that as his cue, as he also began undressing. You observed him as his long fingers quickly worked the buttons of his shirt and pants. In the dim light in the room, you could see the lines of his body, the outline of defined abs on his stomach, as well as a little piece of metal that sparkled a little. You raised your eyebrows, not expecting that he'd have a belly button piercing, but really at this point you should have been prepared for anything.

Soon, his pants joined the pile of unneeded clothes as well and you bit your lips at the sight of him almost fully naked in front of you. Walking up to him again, you took the initiative this time and crashed your lips against his, pushing him down on the bed and falling on top of him yourself. Straddling his lap, you rolled your hips down on him and he groaned in your mouth. Your core was still sensitive and the friction from grinding down against the fabric of his underwear made your skin burn. His hands squeezed your ass as he let you lead the kiss for a while.

When you pulled away, he looked up at you. His eyes were deep and there was a feeling in them that overwhelmed you.

"You're beautiful" he whispered, it sounded almost as if he was just thinking out loud, rather than talking to you. One of his hands cupped your cheek again.

"Hyunjin, I appreciate it, but now's maybe not the time," you forced yourself to chuckle. All of this was meant to be strictly sexual, definitely not sappy romantic. Him making your heart flutter with the way he was looking at you was definitely not part of the deal. So you did your best to keep being a brat and annoy him out of whatever soft space he was in. "I won't close my eyes and make an exception if you lose the bet because you were acting whipped for me"

You seemed to have achieved your goal, as he rolled his eyes and his hand left your face. Just for a second, you missed the feeling. But then he turned you both around, pinning you down against the bed as he hovered over you. The softness in his eyes was gone and replaced with something dark. He seemed… Angry? Or maybe upset?

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're just using me to get you off," he said in a low tone, licking his lips. You scoffed in response. "But fine, if you want me to fuck you like a whore, I will."

Before you knew it, two of his fingers were pushing into you and spreading you open. A moan left your lips and your back arched slightly. His fingers pumped in and out of you fast, making your brain malfunction from the sudden shock. Yet another thing you hadn't expected. But you weren't complaining.

"If only you could look at yourself again," he hummed above you and your eyes opened to meet his. "Spread out on my bed, soaking wet and already so fucked out, all for me. You talk back a lot, yet you're so compliant to everything I say or do"

Your toes curled as his fingers pushed deeper into you and your mind registered what he had said. You weren't sure if the heat spreading down your body was from the pleasure that he was making you feel or the embarrassment that flushed over you at his words. It was probably both.

"Hyunjin, please-" your voice came quiet and out of breath, but you couldn't even think about the huge blow your indifferent facade had just taken. You were almost scared that he'd decide to punish you for the way you spoke, yet a smile curved his lips.

"Don't worry, princess, I got you," he said sweetly, leaning down to press a soft peck on your forehead as he pulled his fingers out of you.

Was he bipolar or something, you wondered for a moment. You watched quietly as he quickly discarded the last item of clothing that was still covering his body and your eyes couldn't help but fall on his dick. You had to admit, it wasn't a disappointing sight, hard and already slightly leaking. So you looked up to meet Hyunjin's eyes again and spread your legs a little, a silent invitation for him to ruin you. Apparently, that was more than enough for him as he got back on top of you. You felt the tip of his length brush against your core and a small shiver ran down your spine.

"Are you ready, princess?" he asked gently and you hummed, nodding in confirmation.

And so he slowly started pushing into you. A low moan escapes you as your eyes closed. Above you, you heard him groaning. Once he was fully inside you, you both took a second to get used to the feeling. It overwhelmed you in an amazing way. You loved the feeling of being full. Yet at the same time, you were already craving more. So you opened your eyes again and reached up, wrapping one of your hands around his neck.

"I'm okay, you can move, Jinnie" you assured softly, too late realizing how you had called him. Luckily, he didn't comment, instead, a small smile tugged on the corners of his lips.

And so he did what you had said. At first, he was slow, focused more on long and accentuated rolls of his body, drawing quiet but long moans out of you. Then he started speeding up, his thrusts getting harder and more precise. One of his hands reached up, taking a hold of one of your breasts and squeezing it gently, thumb teasing your nipple and making you squirm under his touch.

Then the hand moved up your chest and settled on your throat. You had forgotten the conversation from earlier and a shock wave rushed through you when you realized what he was doing. He was looking down at you, smirk on his face as his hips kept pushing you down into the bed. For a second you wondered how he looked so steady at a moment like this - you knew for a fact that you were a complete mess, but aside from his heavy breathing and the sweat covering his forehead, he seemed so unbothered.

"I love the necklace," you commented, voice kind of hoarse from moaning, and you smirked back at him with as much confidence as you could at the moment. "Does it come in smaller sizes?"

"Anything for you, my love," he chuckled and you felt his hold tighten around you.

His fingers were pressing into all the right places, making you dizzy and euphoric. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His thrusts were impossibly hard at this point, making you choke out on screams every time he hit new spots inside you, making you see stars. The skin of your thighs was burning from the harsh hits, your core was burning from the way you were spread out and filled up. Tears started pricking your eyes and you felt them run down your cheeks, accompanied by whispered moans of Hyunjin's name and curses.

Then his movements started getting messier and his hold on your throat relaxed. You looked up at him again, the calm and collected tease from before was now gone. Instead, he was frantic, biting his lips as if to hold whatever sound was caught in his throat. You wanted to hear him, you wanted to know what he sounds like when he's in pleasure. And you wanted to see what he would look like when he cums. So you did your best to push him to it, arms wrapping around his body.

"Fuck, Hyunjin," you allowed yourself to moan out as loud as you could, digging your nails in his back and throwing away all caution and attempts at pretending. "It feels so good! God, you fuck me so well, please, don't stop, I'm so close"

Your voice was strained from the pleasure, your words sounded more like a plea, a desperate cry. Yet it seemed like they were working miracles on him as a whine finally escaped him and his hips stuttered. You were feeding into his ego and you loved it. You loved the way his eyebrows scrunched in concentration, the way his lips parted, taking large gulps of breath, you loved the way he was losing control, groans and occasional moans escaping him more and more often, and the way he fucked into you even harder. You could feel yourself closer and closer to the edge with every second.

Suddenly you felt a warm liquid fill you up and his mouth dropped open as a beautiful sound left him. He looked gorgeous like this, you thought, biting your lips and whimpering. Your nails dug into his skin again as your walls clenched around his dick that was still moving inside you. He quickly brought the hand on your throat down between your legs, fingers moving over your clit with quick and harsh movements as his hips slowed down.

"Come on, princess, come for me," he whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck and somehow, that seemed to be enough to push you over as you reached your climax for the second time tonight.

It was all black for a moment, only interrupted by the fairy lights above your head. You didn't faint, but it felt like your mind was restarting and it took you a minute to get back to the here and now. Hyunjin was still buried inside you, but he had stopped moving and his hand was gently stroking your hair. When he noticed you come back to your senses, he smiled at you and carefully pulled away.

"So how did I do?" he asked, grinning at you.

Instead of replying, you rolled your eyes, tsking loudly. And gave him your name. For a little bit, he wasn't sure what you meant, then realization lightened up in his eyes and he grinned, laying down next to you.

You turned on your side to face him. Though you could feel his semen kind of run down your thigh, so you glanced down.

"Let me go clean up-" you started but he shook his head and took your hands in his, thumbs drawing small circles on your skin.

"I promise, I will personally help you wash up later, just stay with me like this for a little, okay?" he asked, sounding almost childish. Obviously, you couldn't say no.

Hyunjin's arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer, your head resting against his chest. He pressed his lips in a gentle kiss on your forehead and you hummed softly. This was nice. This was very nice.

"Is this the part where you tell me your dumb friends dared you to seduce me or something and that's why you were interested in me to begin with?" you asked once he pulled away and Hyunjin raised his eyebrows.

"You read way too much fanfiction" he retorted, a teasing smirk curving his lips. "There's no bet. Just someone who didn't look at me like I am some god gracing humanity with my existence"

"I'm pretty sure you seemed like you're very much into people doing that," you pointed out and for the first time, you saw his expression go serious.

"When I approached you at first, I simply had the intention to make sure you're okay, princess," he said, his voice soft and you couldn't help but look at him in surprise. "I didn't know who you were but you looked lonely so I wanted to check if everything is alright. Yet you were so insistent on letting me know how much you dislike me. If I had told you that I don't really enjoy having the whole campus objectify me, would you have listened?"

You had to admit that he had a point. Maybe you had judged him too quickly.

"Yeah, I am used to people acting like I'm a blessing sent from above and, well, I do sometimes make use of that. And I guess that does mean I'm a bit of an asshole-"

"Glad we're on the same page already," you hummed and he rolled his eyes, yet chuckled quietly.

"You remember what you said back then? No one really talks about me like I'm an actual person. I kept bothering you, because I liked seeing a genuine reaction, instead of someone trying to please me"

You looked at him silently for a long moment. Thinking about it, maybe it did really make sense. You had been the first one to bite anyways. You opened your mouth to apologize to him for judging him without knowing him really, but he spoke up again before you could.

"I have another bet for you if you're interested?" You hummed, waiting for him to say more. "Bet that if you go out with me, I can convince you that I'm not just the asshole you think?"

"If you lose, would you cut off your hair?" you asked, a playful smile curving your lips.

"And if I win, can I keep dating you?" he asked back, grinning, a soft genuine smile.

You knew you had already lost. But it didn't sound like a bad thing anymore. So you grinned back and stretched out your arm.

"Seems like we have a deal, pretty boy".

[sunwoohu]

Practice room

Genre: smut with slight fluff in the begining

Pairing: Sunwoo&fem reader

Sinopsis: You come to visit The Boyz as they practice but things between you and Sunwoo escalated quickly

Warning: english is not my first language so I apologise for mistakes. This is an super old fanfic and it's kinda bad... I still like the storyline so I wanted to post it anyways. I promise I write better now♥️

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The Boyz were working their asses off all the time and today was no exception. You wanted to see your boyfriend so you decided to come and visit them while they were busy learning their new choreography. You didn't want to bother them too much but you missed them all, especially Sunwoo. That's why you decided to bring them some snacks.

The security let you in and you entered the building. You were caring 4 bags of food cause let's be real feeding 11 people isn't easy. As you got closer to the door you could hear the music and their voices. That itself made you happy cause you haven't seen them in such a long time.

You tryed to knock on the door but due to the loud music, they didn't hear you. A sigh of frustration left your lips as you realized that you will have to open them all by yourself.  But with all those bags this simple task seemed impossible. You leaned on the door and tryed to open them with your elbow but suddenly they opened and you fell into someone's arms. Before you could realize what happened, you heard everyone yelling your name. As you managed to get back on your feet, you were greeted with the smile you wanted to see the most.

"Hi y/n nice to see you." Sunwoo said as he pulled you into a hug. You wanted to hug him back but once again those bags interrupted your plans. "Okay okay, Sunwoo can you let her come in? She didn't come just to see you. We exist too you know" Eric said while collapsing on the floor, trying to catch his breath. As soon as Sunwoo let you go Haknyeon was already by your side, taking the bags from you."I smell food!" He exclaimed

"Yes, I brought you food. I know you guys work hard so I thought you might need a little break and a snack" As you finally stepped inside, Sunwoo went to close the door while all of them sat on the floor next to Eric. "Long time no see y/n! How are you, we missed you." Jacob asked and flashed you a smile. "I'm much better now that I'm here. I have been pretty busy with my studies, that's why we couldn't hang out more" With Sunwoo sitting down next to you, you finally started eating the food you brought.

"You are the best!  Sunwoo you have a keeper right here." Sangyeon said and looked at you first, then at Sunwoo. "I know I do and I will never let her go." He put his hand on top of yours squeezing it slightly. You looked at him shyly as he greeted you with the sweetest smile. Every time you locked your eyes with him you'd get lost in his, feeling like you were the only people in the world. All you could do was smile back at him but suddenly you felt his face coming closer to yours.

"Oh come on guys get a room" Kevin's words brought you back to reality and you looked at the floor feeling your cheeks burning. "We will" before you could process anything, Sunwoo was already up, dragging you outside the practice room. He was practically running through the hallway, trying to get to the studio room as quickly as possible. He opened the door and pushed you in.

"Sunwoo what was that" you heard the door closing and when you turned around Sunwoo was already only inches away from you. He cupped your cheeks in his palms and smiled. "I just want to spend some time alone with my girlfriend... Oh, and I want to do this" he said and kissed you.

It was a light peck but his soft lips made a 1-second kiss feels like magic. He pulled away but kept his hands on your face. You looked him in the eyes for a brief second before your gaze fell onto his lips.

Sunwoo chuckled and kissed you again. This time it was a longer kiss. You put your hands on his waist to keep him closer to you. Your lips slowly moved together. He pulled away but tugged your bottom lip on his way away. The kiss wasn't intense but it still left you breathless. He had his eyes closed and pressed his forehead onto yours gently.

"I love you. I really love you" his words made you smile. "I love you to Sunwoo" you wanted to stay like this forever; just him and you. Holding each other. "Sunwoo, Y/N! Sorry to interrupt but we should continue our practice. Sunwoo we need you there" Changmin's voice came from the other side of the door followed by a knock.

"Okay, I'm coming" you were sad that this moment had to end but you understood. Sunwoo took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers. "Will you stay and watch? We shouldn't stay much longer. And then later we can grab a drink." he asked while opening the door for you. "Yes of course." you two walked out of the room and headed to the practice room. When you entered it the rest of the boys were already in their positions. Sunwoo ran to them and you just sat down on the floor trying to see if there is any food left.

They continued their practice and let's be real they all are amazing performers but you just couldn't take your eyes of Sunwoo. He was so focused on getting the move right and you loved it. You have seen him practice a lot of times but today something was hitting differently. The way his hair got all wet cause of the sweat... The way his shirt got glued to his body and revealed his muscles... The way his heavy breathing sounded... It just made you think the most inappropriate things. He was so hot.

You started feeling all kinds of feelings in your stomach and to be honest, it was painful to watch him at this point. You just imagined all the things you wanted to do to him. But you knew you couldn't do anything for a couple more hours. That practice was a torture for you. "Okay, guys that is it for today. Yall did well. See you tomorrow" Sangyeons words sounded like heaven to you.

"Okay y/n I will be with you in a second and we can go wherever you want. I just need to change and fresh up a little" The sight made you smirk. He took his shirt off and he was drying his face with a towel. You stood up and went to lock the door since all the other members already left the room.

You came closer to him. He didn't see you at first but as he lovered the towel he saw your face in the mirror. "Hey, I will be done in a minute just wait a little" his sweet smile was back. "But I don't want to wait another second." you were looking at him through the mirror and came closer to him.

He quickly turned around to face you with confusion on his face. You put your hands on his shoulders. "I need you now, here" the lust came into his eyes as soon as you said that. "Here? You don't want to wait until we come home? I am shu...." 

"NO, I can't wait that long. This whole practice was a real torture." You smashed your lips together. The kiss was sloppy and full of need. He put his hands on your waist and pressed your bodies together. You both turned around so that your back was pressed against the mirror. He put his hands on your butt and you jumped up to wrap your legs around his waist.

You broke the kiss to catch breath and Sunwoo went to attack your neck. "And why exactly was the practice such a torture, what did I do?" you felt the smirk on his lips as he placed kisses on your neck and collar bone. You tilted your head back to give him more access and your fingers were buried into his hair. "Your heavy breathing reminded me of some things I would love to do to you" your breath got heavier with every word you said. "Do it then" His lips left your neck and his smirk was bigger than ever.

You jumped down and got on your knees, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers just enough to pull him out. Your eyes meet again and you put him in your mouth. Sunwoo groaned at the contact and put one of his hands on your head. As you started to bop your head up and down you felt him getting harder and harder. Sunwoo's moans started to roll off his tongue.

"S...stop... I won't last much longer if you continue" but you just looked at him through the mirror ignoring what he just said. He had his eyes closed and his lip trapped between his teeth. Suddenly you felt his grip on your hair tighten and you were pulled up. "You never listen, don't you? Well then I could not listen to you and just go home now and make you suffer"

"No no no no I'm sorry I rea...." your words got replaced with a groan as Sunwoo put his hand in your pants and started rubbing you. You pulled him in a kiss but as you felt him push a finger inside, you couldn't help and moan into the kiss. Your fingers were pulling his hair at the nape of his neck as he added another finger in.

"Sunwoo... Please... I need you" he looked at you dead serious, pulled his hand out, and licked his fingers. Just the sight itself almost made you cum. He went to his bag and pulled out a condom. "So you just walk around with condoms in your bag?" "Well when you have such a hot and needy girlfriend you don't have much of a choice"

"Me? Needy?" it came out more like a moan than a normal sentence cause at that moment he looked at you and pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek while slowly walking back to you. Even though you were trying to deny it, both of you know he was right. You were needy and right now you were fighting the urge to just jump on him and fuck him already. He pulled down your pants and underwear and turned you around so that you were facing the mirror. You put your hands on it and Sunwoo grabbed your hips.

"And the needy girl always gets what she wants," he said as he entered you. Soon the room was filled with yours and Sunwoos moans. Now and then you would search for Sunwoos reflection in the mirror. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, his veins on his arms popped up cause he was holding you so tight you were sure he will leave some marks.

He was thrusting at a fast pace until his eyes meet yours. He slowed down and pressed himself onto your body. One of his hands traveled under your shirt to your breasts. He kissed your neck and got to your ear. His teeth gently bit your earlobe and he whispered: "Turn around sweetheart" You did as he said and faced him.

He placed one of your legs on his hip and started to thrust again. His other hand went to your clit rubbed it. You were holding onto his body so tight. "I love you y/n" he kissed you. It was a passionate kiss. Even though at this point you were a moaning mess you managed to keep it all in and not break the kiss. "I love you too Sunwoo" it didn't take you long to cum and Sunwoo followed you shortly after. You both were out of breath.

Sunwoo pulled his sweatpants back up and handed you yours. You quickly got dressed. "You know you should visit me here more often" his shirt was back on and he packed his bag. "I should but don't expect this to happen every time I visit" He grabbed your hand and headed to the door. "Well... We'll see about that" he said and winked at you.

[sunwoohu]

hyunjin ♡ artist of the month

[sunwoohu]

Hi guys. So this is my first time ever trying to post my work here on thumbr. I used to post on wattpad and Instagram and decited to try out my luck here.

I'll mostly write about The Boyz since they are my ults; Sunwoo to be more specific. I recently got back into Stray kids so I'll write about Hyunjin since he is my bias.

I don't know if I will take requests yet. I have to see how all of this will work but I hope I'll be able to do that one day as well.