wonbyyou

[wonbyyou]

fuck toy - jakehoon

you wants to fuck jake, sunghoon lets you. he fucks you afterwards, twice.

The stale beer and old wood scent of Jake’s cramped bedroom was thick, overlaid now with the humid perfume of sex.

You were sprawled across his rumpled sheets, the rough cotton catching against your sweat-slicked back. Jake loomed above you, his powerful hips moving between your spread thighs, his thick cock plunging deep into your clutching pussy with a relentless, wet rhythm that stole your breath.

Each brutal thrust jolted you up the mattress, the headboard thudding a frantic counterpoint against the wall. His hands dug into the soft flesh of your hips, holding you pinned for his use, his eyes dark with predatory focus as he watched your face contort.

And across the room, perched casually on a worn armchair like he was watching a particularly absorbing film, sat Sunghoon. Your Sunghoon. Your sweet boyfriend who’d found you biting your lip one too many times watching Jake’s muscles ripple under his t-shirt.

Who’d surprised you tonight by leading you here with a knowing smile and a whispered, "Go on, baby. Show him how pretty you look when you’re desperate."

Now, his gaze was a tangible weight, tracing the flush creeping down your chest, the frantic rise and fall of your breasts, the obscene glide of Jake’s cock in and out of your glistening pussy.

Shame warred with dizzying arousal, making your skin burn hotter than Jake’s touch. You squeezed your eyes shut, a whimper escaping your throat as Jake bottomed out with a grunt, stretching you deliciously full.

"Look at her, Sunghoon," Jake rasped, his voice rough, never breaking his punishing pace. Sweat dripped from his brow onto your collarbone.

“Pretty little thing’s soaking wet just from being watched while she gets used."

He punctuated his words with a particularly sharp thrust that made you cry out, your walls fluttering wildly around his invading thickness. You felt exposed, dissected by their combined stares, your most intimate parts on shameless display.

Sunghoon shifted in the chair, the leather creaking softly. His voice, when it came, was honey poured over velvet, but it only intensified your blush. "Sweetheart?" he called softly. You couldn’t bear to look at him, turning your face into the pillow.

“You enjoying yourself? Look at me, baby,” His command was gentle but undeniable. Slowly, trembling, you peeled your eyes open, meeting Sunghoon’s dark, intent gaze.

He looked utterly calm, a slight smile playing on his lips, but his eyes burned with a possessive heat that stole your breath anew. "Tell me. Are you enjoying yourself getting wrecked by another man’s cock?"

Words tangled in your throat, choked by embarrassment and overwhelming sensation. You opened your mouth, but only a shaky gasp emerged, your cheeks flaming crimson.

Sunghoon stood then, moving with that deliberate grace you adored. He walked to the edge of the bed, his presence a new layer of intensity in the charged room. His knuckles brushed lightly over your flushed cheekbone, then trailed down the column of your throat, over the swell of your heaving breast, skimming your trembling belly.

His touch was a brand compared to Jake’s rough handling. He let his fingers drift lower, ghosting over the sweat-dampened thatch of curls before sliding one fingertip through the slick mess where Jake was relentlessly plunging in and out.

He gathered your arousal on his finger and brought it to his lips, tasting it slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Mmm. She’s answering me loud and clear down here, Jake," Sunghoon murmured, his voice thick with approval.

"Damn right she is," Jake growled, snapping his hips harder, making you arch off the bed with a choked sob. "Fucking greedy little cunt’s sucking me dry. Made for taking dick, aren’t you?" His crude words sent a jolt of humiliated arousal straight to your core, your inner muscles clenching hard around him involuntarily.

Sunghoon leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. His breath was hot. "He’s right, baby," he breathed, his praise a stark contrast to Jake’s degradation, yet somehow amplifying it.

“Look how beautiful you are taking him. So open. So good. Taking that cock so deep and pretty for him.”

His hand slid down again, this time pressing firmly against your lower belly as Jake hammered into you.

"Feel that?" he whispered. "Feel how deep he goes? How he fills you up just right?" You could only nod frantically, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming mix of sensations. The brutal invasion below, Sunghoon’s possessive touch above, the searing heat of their combined attention.

Jake’s rhythm started to fracture, his thrusts becoming shorter, more desperate. A groan rumbled deep in his chest. Sunghoon’s eyes snapped to him, then back to you, his gaze burning even brighter. "Baby?" His voice was low, laced with dark promise. "You want it? Want Jake to pump his cum deep inside that sweet pussy? Want him to fill you up right here while I watch?"

The question shattered what little composure you had left. Your eyes flew wide, locking onto Sunghoon’s. Shame warred violently with a desperate, primal need.

You wanted it so badly. The claim, the heat, the utter debasement of being used and filled right in front of your boyfriend. But voicing it…? A frantic whine escaped you. You managed a jerky nod, biting your lip hard enough to sting.

"Say it," Sunghoon commanded softly, his thumb stroking your lower belly as Jake slammed into you with renewed vigor. "Tell him. Tell him where you want his cum."

"Y-y-yes!" you finally gasped out, the word strangled and high-pitched. "P-please! Inside! J-Jake… please!"

That was all the permission he needed. Jake snarled, a sound feral and triumphant. He slammed home one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside your pulsing channel with crushing force.

His body shuddered violently above you as he locked you in place. You felt it, the hot cum directly against your deepest walls, flooding your inner depths in relentless pulses that seemed to go on forever. It was scalding, primal, a claiming that resonated through your entire body.

Your own climax ripped through you then, triggered by the volcanic heat spreading inside and the raw intensity of the moment, being pinned, filled, watched, shattering you into a million pieces with a silent scream.

As the last tremors of Jake’s release faded into thick spurts within your sensitive depths, he groaned deeply, slumping slightly but keeping himself lodged inside you.

Before you could even catch your breath, before Sunghoon could speak again, Jake leaned down abruptly. His mouth crashed onto yours in a rough, possessive kiss that tasted of sweat and salt and something deeply masculine.

It was bruising, almost punishing, a final brand sealing his use of you as his cock still pulsed weakly within your well-fucked pussy.

Above you, Sunghoon watched it all unfold, his hand resting possessively on your hip over Jake’s grip, his expression unreadable except for the smoldering satisfaction in his dark eyes. The only sounds were your ragged breaths, Jake's low groans against your mouth, and the slick drip of spent desire onto the sheets beneath you.

Jake pulled out with a slick, obscene sound, leaving you gaping and aching. He didn’t linger, merely swiping a rough hand over his glistening cock before grabbing his jeans off the floor. "Y'all finish up," he grunted, not even looking back as he stalked out, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving you trembling, sticky, and profoundly empty on the damp sheets.

Sunghoon hadn't moved, his dark eyes tracking Jake’s departure before settling back on you with unnerving intensity.

Your chest heaved, your thighs sticky with Jake’s release, dripping slowly onto the rumpled cotton beneath you.

The flush hadn’t receded from your skin; if anything, it deepened under Sunghoon’s silent appraisal. Shame prickled hotly across your scalp, your gaze dropping to where Jake’s cum glistened between your trembling thighs.

You felt utterly used, a vessel emptied and discarded, yet the ache deep inside wasn’t just emptiness. It was a raw, pulsing need reigniting under Sunghoon’s watchful stare.

His fingers, cool compared to the heat radiating off your skin, traced the outline of Jake’s bite mark high on your thigh. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low thrum that vibrated straight to your core. "All messy. All mine."

He didn't ask permission. He simply hooked his hands under your knees, spreading your legs wider, exposing the glistening mess Jake had left behind. The cool air hit your sensitized flesh, making you gasp, but Sunghoon’s gaze was locked on the sight, dark and possessive.

He leaned down then, not towards your core, but towards your swollen, aching breasts. His breath fanned over one tight nipple, puckered and desperate for attention. "Made him lose control, didn't you, baby?" he breathed against the flushed peak.

Then his mouth closed over it. Hard. Not a gentle suckle, but a claiming pull, his teeth grazing the hypersensitive bud. You cried out, arching off the bed, your hands flying to tangle in his dark hair instinctively. "Ah! Sunghoon!"

He sucked harder, his tongue swirling roughly over the crest, sending electric shocks straight down to your throbbing clit. He switched breasts, lavishing the same rough attention on the other nipple while his fingers slid through the slickness coating your inner thighs, gathering Jake’s cum mingled with your own arousal.

"Could see you clenching around him," he growled against your damp skin, his voice thick with lust.

"Heard you begging for his seed. Watched him fuck you like a cheap toy..." His finger found your slick entrance, pressing against the swollen, sensitive flesh, but not pushing in yet. Just teasing, circling, making you whimper and writhe. "Didn't know my sweet girl could be so... greedy."

He finally pulled his mouth from your nipple with a wet pop, leaving it throbbing. He rose to his knees between your thighs, his own need painfully evident in the straining bulge beneath his dark jeans.

He unfastened them with sharp, efficient movements, freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang free, glistening at the tip, longer than Jake’s and just as thick, but somehow seeming more deliberate in its hardness. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You see this, baby?" he rasped, his voice tight. "See what watching you get fucked, watching you come undone begging for another man’s cum... see what that did to me?"

He leaned forward, bracing one hand beside your head, his cockhead nudging insistently against your slick, stretched opening. "You made me this hard. Just from watching."

The blunt pressure was electric. You were still loose from Jake's rough use, but the intimate stretch as Sunghoon began to push inside was different. Deeper, slower, infinitely more claiming.

He filled you with agonizing deliberation, inch by thick inch, his gaze boring into yours, watching every flicker of sensation cross your face. He sank to the hilt with a low groan that vibrated through your joined bodies, pressing Jake’s release deeper inside you.

“Christ, baby," he breathed, his voice ragged. "Still so fucking tight. Still mine." He pulled back slowly, almost entirely out, the drag exquisite torture on your sensitized walls, slick with the mingled fluids. Then he slammed back in, hard and deep.

He set a rhythm that was immediately punishing; deep, grinding strokes that dragged against every nerve ending Jake had frayed. Each powerful thrust forced a gasp from your lips, your hands scrambling for purchase on the sweat-damp sheets.

Sunghoon leaned down again, his lips finding your ear. "Feel me?" he hissed between thrusts that rocked the bed frame. "Feel me filling the space he left?" He captured a nipple again in his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue flicking rapidly over the peak while his hips moved relentlessly.

The deep, grinding friction inside and the sharp, insistent pull on your nipple shattered any remaining coherence. You babbled, nonsensical pleas falling from your lips, tears of overwhelmed pleasure stinging your eyes.

"That's it," he growled around your nipple, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. "Take it. Take my cock deep. Show me how well my greedy girl takes what’s hers."

He lifted his head, his eyes blazing down at you. Sweat dripped from his brow onto your flushed chest. "You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna come on my cock while I remind you who really owns this sweet, used pussy?"

You couldn't speak, could only nod frantically, your eyes wide and pleading. The coil inside you, wound impossibly tight by Jake's brutality and Sunghoon's possessive claim, was about to snap.

Sunghoon saw it, felt the frantic flutter deep inside you. He leaned down, kissing you roughly, his tongue plunging into your mouth, tasting your desperation as his thrusts became shorter, harder, driving relentlessly against that spot that made you see stars.

“Come on," he commanded against your lips, his voice a guttural rasp. "Come for me. Now."

It hit you like a freight train. Your body seized, arching violently off the mattress as wave after wave of pure, blinding ecstasy ripped through you. Your inner muscles clamped down on Sunghoon’s driving cock in frantic, rhythmic spasms, milking him mercilessly.

A scream tore from your throat, muffled against his mouth as he kissed you through it, swallowing your cries.

Sunghoon groaned, deep and primal, as your pulsing grip triggered his own release. He slammed home one final time, burying himself impossibly deep, his body shuddering violently against yours.

You felt the hot, thick pulse of his cum deep inside you, adding to Jake’s spend, a scalding flood that seemed to go on forever, filling you to overflowing. He collapsed onto you, crushing you into the mattress, his breaths hot and ragged against your neck, his cock still buried deep, twitching weakly as the last pulses emptied into your well-filled depths.

Sunghoon hadn’t let you rest, hadn’t let the trembling aftershocks fade. He’d pulled you roughly up onto your knees facing him while he sat back on the edge of the worn armchair, dragging your slick, messy thighs to straddle his lap. Your back was to the room, to the damp imprint of Jake’s body on the mattress.

Sunghoon’s hands were iron bands on your hips, guiding you down onto his waiting hardness. His cock, still thick and heavy from his last release but undeniably hard again, pressed insistently against your swollen, overstimulated entrance.

"Easy now, baby," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr against your ear as he pulled you close. "Take me slow this time. Show me how well you remember how I like it." He guided you down, the broad head of his cock stretching your tender opening with deliberate, agonizing slowness.

You gasped, your hands flying to his broad shoulders for balance, fingers digging into the damp cotton of his shirt. It was a different kind of fullness; deeper, more consuming than Jake’s frantic pounding, a claiming that resonated in your bones as he seated himself fully inside you, your hips flush against his.

You felt impossibly full, stretched and stuffed not just with him, but with the lingering, cooling evidence of Jake’s possession deep within.

Sunghoon let out a satisfied groan, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs immediately finding your tight, sensitive nipples.

He rolled them roughly between his fingers, making you whimper and arch into his touch even as you tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being so profoundly filled again.

“That’s my girl," he breathed, his lips brushing your temple. "All filled up good now, aren’t you? Both of us… deep inside that greedy little pussy." His hips gave a subtle upward thrust, grinding the base of his cock against your clit, sparking fresh lightning through your nerves. "Talk to me, baby. Tell me something pretty."

Your mind was fogged, pleasure and exhaustion warring. "S-Sunghoon," you stammered, the word shaky and breathless.

"Mmm, that’s a start," he rumbled, pinching a nipple just shy of pain, sending a sharp jolt straight down to where you were joined.

He started moving then, a slow, deep grind rather than thrusts, dragging his cock along your inner walls with exquisite friction. "Now tell me… did you like watching Jake leave?" His voice was deceptively casual, conversational almost, as if asking about the weather while his cock relentlessly worked your depths. "See him walk out after using you? After filling you up?"

The question sent a fresh wave of heat flooding your face. You squirmed in his lap, but his grip tightened, holding you firmly impaled. "I… I d-don’t…" you tried, the words tangling on your tongue.

"Don’t what, baby?” he prompted, his grinding rhythm intensifying slightly, making your breath hitch. His thumb circled your other nipple slowly, deliberately.

"Did you like seeing him satisfied? Knowing you did that? Made him lose control and spill deep inside what’s mine?" He punctuated the question with a sharper upward surge, forcing a choked moan from your throat.

"Y-yes!" you gasped, the admission torn from you. "He… he looked… pleased."

Sunghoon chuckled darkly, a low vibration you felt through your core. "Pleased is one word for it. Looked like a man who got exactly what he wanted."

He shifted his hands, one sliding up to cradle the back of your neck possessively, the other still teasing your nipple. "And what about you? When he was pounding into you… rubbing his scent all over you… holding you down like you were just a hole… what did you feel?" His deep, measured strokes continued, each one dragging against your sweet spot with devastating accuracy.

The directness, the brutal honesty he demanded while buried deep inside you, was shattering. Tears pricked your eyes again. "F-Full," you managed, your voice cracking. "So full… a-and… used." Shame laced the word, but also a raw, undeniable thrill. "Like… like I w-was… his toy."

"His toy?" Sunghoon repeated slowly, his grip on your neck tightening fractionally. His grinding became slower, deeper, more deliberate, maximizing the friction on every nerve ending. "But whose toy are you, baby?" His voice dropped to a velvet-wrapped threat.

"Who lets you be used like this? Who watches and enjoys it? Who owns this sweet, stretched-open cunt taking cock after cock?"

The overwhelming physical pleasure coiling tight again deep in your belly, and the relentless psychological pressure of his questions pushed you towards the brink. You babbled, words spilling out incoherently between gasps and whimpers. "Y-you! S-Sunghoon! It’s yours! Always y-yours! Let me… let me be used f-for you… please! F-feels… somuch… Jake’s c-cum… and you… inside… oh god!"

He kissed you then, hard and demanding, swallowing your fractured pleas. His tongue plunged into your mouth in time with a particularly deep grind of his hips. When he pulled back, his eyes were black with lust.

"That’s it," he growled. "My good girl. Taking it all. Taking what I give you." He shifted his hand from your breast down between your sweat-slicked bodies. His thumb found your clit, swollen and throbbing, and pressed down hard in firm circles as he ground up into you.

"Look at me," he commanded. You forced your tear-blurred eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. His thumb worked magic on your clit while his cock ground relentlessly inside you. "One last question, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with impending release. "You want me to fill you up again? Pump my load right on top of his? Mark you twice over? Claim this messy little cunt all over again?"

The coil snapped. The combination of his words, filthy, possessive promises and the expert pressure on your clit and the deep, claiming grind of his cock inside your overflowing channel detonated your climax instantly. "YES! PLEASE! SUNGHOON! INSIDE! FILL ME! NEED IT! NEED YOU!"

The words ripped from you in a desperate scream as your body convulsed violently around him. Your inner walls clenched and spasmed in a vice-like grip around his driving cock, milking him relentlessly.

With a moan that echoed in the small room, Sunghoon slammed you down hard onto him one final time, burying himself impossibly deep as his own release tore through him. You felt it, another scalding flood erupting deep within your already saturated core, jetting hot and thick against your trembling walls, adding a fresh layer of heat and possession to Jake’s spend.

He held you there, impaled and overflowing, his body shuddering against yours, his grip on your neck possessive and unyielding as pulse after pulse of his cum emptied into your well-fucked pussy. His breaths came in ragged gasps against your hair, whispering dark praise.

"Perfect… mine… so damn perfect…" as the last tremors of shared ecstasy slowly subsided, leaving you boneless, dripping both men's release onto his thighs, utterly claimed and overflowing in the heavy silence.

[wonbyyou]

pornstar | park sunghoon

synopsis: you get a chance to work with the pornstar sunghoon and you take it

You splashed cold water on your face, staring at your reflection. Sunghoon. Just the name sent a jolt through you. The industry’s golden boy. The one everyone whispered about—his intense gaze, his sculpted body, and the legendary size that supposedly made co-stars weep.

Now, you were about to be paired with him. Your agent had practically screamed with excitement. "He asked for you, honey! Said he liked your look." It felt unreal.

The air on set 3 hung thick and expectant, smelling faintly of ozone from the hot lights, expensive leather from the vintage chaise longue, and the tang of nervous sweat.

And there he was. Sunghoon leaned against a faux bookshelf, dressed in dark trousers and an unbuttoned shirt that revealed the hard lines of his chest and abs. He looked effortless. Powerful. A small smile touched his lips as he saw you approach, genuine warmth in his eyes that instantly eased some of your tension.

"Hey," his voice was low, smooth, without a hint of the arrogance you'd half-expected. "Nervous?"

"A little," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled softly, stepping closer. "Don't be. We’re just playing pretend tonight, yeah? Professor and eager student… needing some extra credit?" The shift was subtle, a darkening in his gaze as he slipped into character, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "You do want to pass my class, don't you?"

His dark eyes as he tracked you, a slow, appraising sweep that started at your trembling hands and ended at your parted lips.

The director, a wiry man with a headset and sharp eyes named Marco, murmured into his mic, "Alright people, places. Camera A tight on Sunghoon’s expression when she walks in. Camera B get a slow pan up her legs. Let’s feel that anticipation." The crew moved with silent efficiency, lenses focusing like predatory insects.

"You look... appropriately flustered," Sunghoon purred, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the charged air. He pushed off the bookshelf, closing the distance with predatory grace. The shift was instantaneous; the charming co-star vanished, replaced by the stern, hungry professor.

His fingers, cool and strong, gripped your chin, tilting your face up. "Did you complete your reading assignment?" he demanded, his thumb brushing your lower lip with deceptive softness. Before you could answer, his mouth crashed down on yours. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a claiming.

His tongue thrust deep, tasting, dominating, muffling your gasp. One hand tangled roughly in your hair, pulling your head back to deepen the invasion, while the other slid beneath your prim blouse, finding the lace of your bra and then the stiffening peak of your nipple.

He pinched, hard and cruel, rolling the bud between thumb and forefinger until you whimpered into his mouth. "Silence," he commanded against your lips, breaking the kiss. A thin strand of saliva connected you. "Kneel. Now. Demonstrate your understanding of the subject matter."

The thick pile of the Persian rug bit into your knees as you obeyed. Marco’s voice crackled softly: "Camera C low angle on her descent. Focus on the hands shaking on the belt buckle." Your fingers fumbled against the cool metal of Sunghoon’s belt, your pulse pounding in your ears. The zip seemed impossibly loud in the hushed set.

Then, it sprang free. The sheer presence of his cock was staggering. Thick at the base, pulsing with heat and prominent blue veins snaking up the impressive shaft that curved proudly upwards. The mushroomed head, slick with pre-come and flushed a deep crimson, glistened obscenely under the lights. It looked less like flesh and more like carved marble—heavy, veined, and utterly intimidating.

"Open," Sunghoon ordered, his voice tight. You strained to take just the broad crown past your lips, your jaw already aching. The taste was musky and salty, flooding your senses. As soon as the thick head nudged the back of your throat, your body convulsed.

You gagged violently, tears springing instantly to your eyes. "Look at that," Sunghoon chuckled darkly above you, his hand tightening in your hair like a vise.

He pushed forward another relentless inch, stretching your lips wide, forcing himself deeper into the constricting heat of your throat. You choked again, saliva bubbling past your lips, dripping onto your chin and chest in thick, glistening strands.

"Christ, listen to her," he groaned, his hips giving a shallow thrust that made you retch. "Sloppy little thing. Can’t even handle the first chapter."

Marco’s directive was sharp: "Zoom in on the spit running down her neck, Camera B. Hold on those tears."

Sunghoon pulled back slightly, letting you drag in a ragged, wet breath before plunging back in, deeper this time. "Tongue flat," he instructed harshly. "Try to swallow it down. Show me you want to learn." He established a brutal rhythm: short, insistent thrusts that battered your gag reflex relentlessly.

Each push forced thick saliva to overflow, coating his shaft and your chin in a slick mess. The sounds were obscene—wet gags, choked whimpers, the slick slap of flesh as he fucked your mouth with increasing force.

"That’s it... gag harder... make it messy... fuck, your throat grips me like a greedy little fist..." His degradation was constant, filthy praise wrapped in scorn that only ignited the fire in your core.

Your jaw screamed in protest, your throat burned, tears blurred your vision completely, but the sound of his ragged groans, the feel of him thickening impossibly further in your mouth, the sheer humiliation captured by the unblinking cameras—it was perversely intoxicating.

"Alright, cut there for a sec," Marco announced. "Sunghoon, stay hard. Makeup, quick touch-up on her face—more sheen, keep those tears running clean."

Cold powder puffed against your flushed skin as a technician dabbed at the sweat and tears. Sunghoon didn’t move, his cock resting heavily on your tongue, throbbing. His eyes held yours, dark pools of pure heat. "You look divine when you cry," he murmured, only for you to hear.

"Back in five... four..." Marco counted down.

Sunghoon pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop that echoed. A thick rope of spit snapped and landed on your cheekbone. In one fluid motion, he hauled you up by your hair and shoved you face-first over the plush back of the chaise longue.

"Camera D get overhead," Marco directed.

Your skirt was yanked up brutally. You heard the sharp rip of lace as Sunghoon tore your panties aside, exposing you completely to the cool air and the hungry lenses. The broad, blunt head of his cock pressed against your soaked entrance—an impossible pressure, hot and insistent. You felt absurdly stretched already, just by its presence.

"Professor doesn't believe in shortcuts," he growled, his voice thick with strain. One hand pinned your hip to the leather; the other guided his cockhead. With deliberate, agonizing slowness, he pushed.

The stretch was searing, breathtakingly intense as the massive crown began to breach you. Inch by devastating inch, he forced himself inside, your body protesting violently, clamping down on the invading girth. You cried out, a high-pitched sound muffled by the leather.

Marco’s voice was a low hum: "Camera A tight on penetration... beautiful resistance... keep rolling..."

Sunghoon paused when he was barely halfway sheathed, buried impossibly deep already. He leaned over you, his chest hot and slick with sweat against your back, his breath hot on your ear. "Tight little cunt," he rasped. "Never taken anything like this before, have you? Feels like you're being split open."

He withdrew slowly, almost completely, letting you feel every ridge of him dragging against your sensitized walls, then slammed back in to the same impossible depth with one powerful thrust that punched the air from your lungs. "Fuck!" he grunted.

He began a relentless rhythm: deep, deliberate strokes that reached depths untouched before. Each withdrawal was an aching loss; each penetration a shocking fullness that bordered on pain but vibrated with pure pleasure.

The chaise groaned under their combined weight and force. Sunghoon’s grip on your hip was bruising, fingers digging into flesh as he pulled you back onto him with every powerful drive of his hips. Sweat dripped from his brow onto the small of your back.

After several minutes of this deep, piston-like fucking that had you mewling incoherently into the leather, his free hand snaked around your hip.

His fingers found your swollen clit instantly. Not teasing. Not gentle. He rubbed hard, fast circles directly on the hypersensitive nub in perfect counterpoint to the deep pounding inside you.

"Oh god... please..." you sobbed, lost in the overwhelming sensation—the profound stretch and drag of his enormous cock filling you utterly, and the sharp, electric fire his fingers sparked on your clit.

"Please what?" Sunghoon demanded, his thrusts becoming sharper, deeper still. He pressed down hard on your clit with his thumb while two fingers rubbed fiercely side-to-side. "Beg properly. Tell me what you need."

"I... I need to come!" you cried out, shamelessly grinding back against him and into his hand.

"Not yet," he growled, deliberately slowing his thrusts while maintaining the ruthless pressure on your clit. The denial was exquisite torture. He held you right on the knife-edge for agonizing moments as the crew watched silently, cameras drinking it in.

"You come," he snarled, punctuating each word with a deep, grinding thrust that made you see stars, "when... I... fucking... tell... you... to... come!" His fingers became a blur on your clit.

It was too much. The denial shattered like glass. An orgasm detonated within you unlike any other—a primal wave of pure ecstasy that tore through every nerve ending. Your back arched violently off the chaise as if struck by lightning.

Your inner walls clenched around Sunghoon’s buried cock in frantic, rhythmic spasms so intense they were almost painful.

A scream ripped from your throat as the climax seized you utterly, wave after wave of blinding pleasure washing through you, milking his cock with relentless pressure. It went on and on, leaving you trembling uncontrollably.

Sunghoon moaned loudly above you as your violent contractions triggered his own release. He slammed home one final time, burying himself impossibly deep as hot jets of come pulsed forcefully inside you in thick, rhythmic spurts that seemed endless.

He held himself there, pressed flush against you, both bodies shuddering through the aftershocks for long moments, slick and panting.

He finally pulled out slowly, a slick, obscene sound accompanying the sudden emptiness that felt cavernous. He turned you gently onto your back on the chaise.

His expression was a mix of fierce satisfaction and something almost like awe as he looked down at your wrecked state: tear-streaked face still smeared with drying spit and fresh sweat, lips swollen and reddened from stretching around him earlier, eyes glazed and unfocused, thighs glistening with sweat and arousal and his release leaking onto the leather.

Marco murmured, "Hold on that close-up... gorgeous devastation." Sunghoon leaned down close again, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as cameras whirred.

Sunghoon swiped a thumb through the mess on your cheekbone where spit and tears had mixed. "Perfect performance." His eyes held yours for a beat longer before he straightened up under the unforgiving lights.

"Cut!" Marco yelled. "That's a wrap! Holy hell." But Sunghoon’s gaze stayed locked on yours for a second longer than necessary.

[wonbyyou]

Monster | lee heeseung

synopsis: you want heeseung to be rough with you, he does.

You were perched on the edge of his massive mahogany desk, the wood cool even through the thin silk of your dress, watching him pace. Outside these soundproofed walls, he was a storm—Enha syndicate’s youngest pakkyu, the heir apparent whose name made hardened men flinch.

Whispers spoke of knuckles scarred from brass knuckles, of rivals disappearing into the Han River’s murky depths. But here, with you? He moved with the deliberate grace of a panther circling its most treasured possession.

His gaze, usually sharp enough to cut glass, softened whenever it landed on you. You were his sanctuary, his secret weakness, the only soul who saw the tremor in his hands after a long night, the only one he brought gardenias for, their white petals stark against the dark velvet of his couch.

He’d fallen first, fallen hardest. A chance encounter in a rain-slicked alley where you’d been foolishly brave, facing down a debt collector harassing an old vendor. Heeseung had intervened, not out of charity, but because your defiant spark, even drenched and shaking, had struck him like lightning.

He’d pursued you with a terrifying, single-minded intensity disguised as old-world romance—handwritten poems slipped into your bag, chauffeur-driven cars appearing just as the rain started, velvet boxes containing jewels that felt too heavy, too dangerous. His love was an opulent cage, suffocatingly gentle.

Especially in bed. He worshipped your body like sacred ground, all slow kisses, reverent touches, whispered devotions that made you feel cherished… and achingly unfulfilled.

Tonight, the frustration simmered beneath your skin. He’d been distracted all evening, fielding hushed, urgent calls, his jaw tightening with each interruption. The barely leashed violence he wore like a second suit was palpable, vibrating in the air.

Yet, when he looked at you, it melted into that infuriating tenderness. You wanted the storm. You craved the monster everyone else feared.

"Heeseung," your voice was deliberately light, cutting through the low murmur of his latest phone conversation. You swung your legs, letting the silk dress ride scandalously high on your thighs. His gaze snapped to you, the phone momentarily forgotten. You saw the flicker—possessiveness, hunger, instantly banked.

"Does talking to Jungwon always make you look like you want to break something?" You tilted your head, a slow, challenging smile playing on your lips. "Or someone?"

He ended the call abruptly, his expression unreadable. "Don't talk about him," he said, his voice low. He walked towards you, stopping mere inches away. His hand lifted, not to strike, but to gently trace the line of your jaw. "You shouldn't provoke me, baby."

"That's just it," you breathed, leaning into his touch but keeping your eyes defiant. "Maybe I want to. Maybe I'm tired of you treating me like spun glass." You slid off the desk, standing tall before him, pressing your body flush against his. You could feel the hard ridge of his arousal beneath his impeccably tailored trousers, the tension coiling in his muscles. "Scared you'll actually feel something?"

His hand dropped from your jaw. The shift was instantaneous. The softness vanished from his eyes, replaced by a dark, predatory intensity that sent a thrill of pure fear and desire straight to your core. A low growl rumbled in his chest. "You have no idea what you're asking for," he warned, his voice dropping into a dangerous rasp.

"Show me," you dared, your voice trembling slightly despite yourself. "Or are you all talk, baby?"

That did it. The word baby, usually a term of affection, dripped with mocking challenge. He moved faster than you could blink. One hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back with a sharp, delicious sting that made you gasp.

The other ripped the delicate silk strap of your dress, tearing it down your arm and exposing your breast. No gentle worship now. His mouth crashed down onto your nipple, hot and demanding. He sucked hard, drawing the peak deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking ruthlessly against the sensitive bud.

Then he bit down, not enough to break skin, but a sharp, possessive pressure that arched your back and tore a ragged cry from your lips. Pleasure-pain sparked like fire along your nerves. "Fuck! Heeseung!"

He lifted his head, his lips glistening, his eyes burning into yours. "You wanted rough, baby?" he snarled, his voice thick with unleashed desire.

"You wanted the monster?" Without ceremony, he spun you around, bending you forcefully over the polished surface of his desk. Ledgers and a sleek laptop clattered to the floor.

He shoved the ruined silk dress up around your waist, his fingers tearing at the flimsy barrier of your panties before roughly pushing them aside. His fingers plunged into your wet heat, finding you drenched, swollen, aching. He growled again, a sound of pure satisfaction.

"Look at you," he hissed, working his fingers brutally inside you, curling them against that sweet spot. "Begging for it like a whore. So fucking wet just from me biting your pretty tit." His words were harsh, degrading, stripping away the cherished princess persona, and the raw honesty of them, the ownership in them, made your inner muscles clench desperately around his invading fingers.

He withdrew his fingers, slick with your arousal, and smeared it across your lips. "Taste yourself," he commanded, pushing his fingers into your mouth.

You sucked them obediently, the musky tang of your own desire mingling with the faint salt of his skin, the degradation sending another bolt of heat to your core. He unfastened his trousers, the sound of his zipper loud in the sudden silence. The thick, heavy head of his cock pressed against your soaked entrance.

"Tell me you want it," he demanded, grinding himself against your slick folds, teasing but not entering.

"Please, Heeseung," you gasped, writhing against the desk. "Fuck me! Please!"

With a groan, he slammed into you in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The stretch was immense, breathtaking, driving the air from your lungs in a choked sob. He didn't pause, didn't gentle. He set a punishing rhythm, moving his hips, driving you hard against the unforgiving wood with each deep plunge.

The desk creaked ominously. His hand tangled back in your hair, holding you down, keeping your face pressed against the cool mahogany. His other hand snaked around your hip, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, relentless circles.

"You take my cock so well," he grunted, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, each one jolting your body. "Like your greedy little cunt was made for it. Made for me." He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "Cum for me, you filthy little thing. Cum all over my cock."

The combination of his brutal fucking, the harsh words vibrating against your skin, and the skilled assault on your clit was too much. Your orgasm detonated, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your vision whited out and your body convulsed wildly around his invading length, milking him desperately.

He felt your inner muscles clamp down and roared, thrusting even harder, losing his rhythm in pure, animalistic need. "Fuck! Yes! Squeeze me, you perfect slut!" Just as the last tremors of your climax subsided, he abruptly pulled his cock from your clenching heat.

Before you could register the sudden emptiness, his hands were on your shoulders, hauling you off the desk and forcing you down onto your knees before him. His cock, glistening with your combined slickness, stood thick and furious, veins pulsing.

"Open your mouth," he commanded, his voice ragged, breathless. His hand fisted in your hair again, tilting your face up. "Stick out that pretty tongue." You obeyed, trembling, your tongue darting out. His eyes, dark with primal possession, locked onto yours as he gripped his cock at the base.

With a final, deep moan, thick ropes of pearly white cum erupted from him, splattering hotly across your tongue, your lips, your cheeks. You kept your mouth open, your tongue out, accepting every drop as it painted your face. A tear, born of overwhelming sensation, tracked through the mess on your cheek.

The silence that followed was broken only by Heeseung's harsh breathing. He looked down at you, kneeling before him, his release marking your face, your hair tousled, your dress torn. The terrifying fury in his eyes vanished, replaced by a dawning horror, then a profound, aching tenderness that made your heart clench. He sank to his knees in front of you, his hands trembling as they gently cradled your face. He wiped at the tears and cum with his thumbs, his touch impossibly soft now.

"Oh, baby," he breathed, his voice cracking, thick with remorse and adoration. "My sweet, brave, foolish girl. Look what I did." He pressed fervent, apologetic kisses to your forehead, your eyelids, your sticky cheeks. "Forgive me. Please, forgive me. I lost myself… seeing you want… that…" He couldn't even articulate the roughness he’d unleashed.

You caught his frantic hands, bringing them to your lips and kissing his knuckles. "Don't," you whispered, your voice hoarse. You met his terrified gaze, a small, satisfied smile touching your swollen lips. "It was perfect. Exactly what I wanted. What I needed." You leaned forward, kissing him deeply, tasting yourself and him on your tongue. "You're my monster."

He shuddered, pulling you fiercely against him, burying his face in your neck. His arms locked around you like iron bands, possessive, protective, reverent. "Always yours," he murmured against your skin, his voice muffled, thick with emotion.

"Only ever yours. My perfect, dangerous girl." He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you away from the wreckage of his desk towards the plush couch where the gardenias waited, their scent a fragile promise against the lingering musk of sex and power.

He cleaned your face with trembling hands and a damp cloth fetched from the adjoining bathroom, his touch infinitely gentle once more, punctuated by soft kisses and whispered apologies mixed with fierce declarations.

Later, curled against his chest on the velvet, the city's distant pulse the only sound, you traced the sharp line of his jaw. The ruthless pakkyu was gone, replaced by the man who brought you gardenias and looked at you like you held the moon and stars. But the phantom ache between your legs, the faint sting on your nipple, the memory of his harsh voice calling you his filthy little thing… that was the thrilling secret you both now shared.

The monster was yours, and you’d awakened him. Heeseung pressed a final, lingering kiss to your temple, his thumb brushing over the faint bruise forming on your hip. "Mine," he breathed, the single word holding both the gentleness of a prayer and the terrifying weight of an unbreakable vow. Outside, the city feared him. Inside, with the scent of gardenias and sex hanging heavy, he worshipped the mark he’d left on you, the proof that even his darkness belonged to you.

[wonbyyou]

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