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diving in | tbz eric sohn

pairing » the boyz eric sohn x fem!reader

trope/au » established relationship, non-idol au!

genre »​ smut 18+ (PLEASE MDNI!!) 🔞 (kinda) surfer eric, some fluff

word count; estimated reading time » 1970; ~8 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » dom!eric, sub!reader, public sex (on a surfboard in the ocean, quite far away from the rest of the crowd), praising (reader receiving), dirty talk (not explicit), begging (reader to eric), pet name (baby girl, pretty girl), nickname (buff puppy; reader to eric), fingering (reader receiving), marking and kisses on skin (reader receiving), reader has medium-long hair, reader wears a bikini, eric is shirtless, eric and reader are the same height, eric implied to have a bigger build, orgasm denial (once), cum tasting (eric to reader)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

happy birthday bubba @mosviqu 🥰 just a little something for you 🫂 thank you for proofreading and helping with warnings last minute @sanaxo-o 🥰

In between your chaotic university schedule and unhelpful teammates in your group work, came Eric's idea to take a day at the beach. You're more than enlightened at the idea, already sorting the day's wardrobe in your head.

Now, the toasted sand tickles between the crevices and around your bare feet, but you don't flinch, feeling your muscles relax instead. Your exposed stomach and back bask in the sun, delightful at the kiss from the sun. Eric walks beside you, his right hand protectively landing on your waist, pulling you closer to him; reminding the others around you to stop looking at your lower cheeks and upper chest which makes him scowl.

"You're looking hot but I hate how others can see you like this." Tucking his hand on the aide waistband on your bottoms and letting the material slap your skin.

You raise an eyebrow at him, your head dipping and rising at his exposed chest, "Speak for yourself, you buff puppy."

There and then comes Eric's light and golden smile that had you since day one, that only seemed all the more attractive with the limited skin contact that you share due to your light blue bikini and his pink swimmers. For Eric, it's the fact that the sight of you like this makes him want to take you right then and there, but he needed to stay civil in the public place.

You made your temporary post in the crowded space, spreading your beach towel and your belongings under the beach umbrella that you recently bought. Eric sticks his surfboard onto the sand next to where you would be sitting, creating more walls from the setting yet still scorching sun. You both settle in, popping off the cap of your sunscreen.

"Need help?" Knowing well enough that you will accept it.

A generous amount is applied to his palm and Eric guides you to sit between his spread legs as he begins applying the lotion starting from your shoulders and along your spine. You should've known that he was plotting something for even though you couldn't see the spreading grin on his face, his hands did all the talking. From the curve of your shoulder, coming to curve to your chest.

Slightly turning your head around, you shoot him a raised eyebrow but he feigns a straight face. His fingers go beneath the shoulder strap, following the line to your breasts. At least, you thought he would be groping you over the clothing but were proved wrong when your hardened buds were between his fingers that swiped and tugged making your back straighten.

"E-Eric---" Looking around at the oblivious children and parents. You couldn't help but squirm into him, the tip of his finger now circling your sensitive buds.

A hand flies to cover your mouth and Eric only shoots you a smile at the way your lips tremble in pleasure. "Good girl." Oh, he's crazy to call you that in public. "Looking all pretty for me."

"Oh..." His fingers tap teasingly towards your clothed mound, making your legs close instinctively. Eric clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval, to which you shakily open your shaking legs once more to him. You know where this is going and you should probably keep some public dignity but how could you when the length of his fingers covers your slit, brushing you in an upwards motion, proud of the dampening fabric that he's created?

Your head falls back onto his shoulder, gasping for the air above. The whimpers that you let out are now clearer and closer to your boyfriend’s ears and once again, it takes Eric everything to not turn you around, tug both your underwear down and guide your surely pooling arousal around his hardening part.

But he’s got better ideas than what you both usually do behind closed doors. The fact that you’re gripping onto his forearm, gasping for air and his touch despite only having a minimal amount of coverage to the world around you makes the idea in his head all the more interesting to try. Without another word, Eric retracts his arm, scooting backwards before standing up.

Your furrowed eyebrows contrasted with the cute jut of your lower lip as your head turned, eyes following to see him retrieve his surfboard from the sand, tucking it below his arm. Eric winks at you and before you can protest your disappointment about the building orgasm, he crouches eye level with you, stealing a peck from your lips. 

“Come on,” he tilts his head towards the body of water, “you said you wanted to surf with me. Let me show you something while I’m at it.”

You couldn't see through that mischievous smirk and that annoyingly charming wink sent once again. Even though you rolled your eyes and heaved a heavy sigh, he knew that you would accept the hand that he has put out for you. Just like before, his fingers curve around the side of your waist, the surfboard from before under his arm as you both make your way to the crowded ocean.

At first, everything is civil. You both cupped your hands together to splash the salty liquid on each other’s faces, innocent and beaming in the summer. Eric would use the board as a barrier from your attacks and in turn, you would shout at how unfair he was being in the fight. The cooling water around you and the way the sand below you would most probably get between your feet when you walk back. The particles of sand would also be around your body, stuck between the gap between your bikini and your skin. But it’s fun and spending this time to just forget about your priorities is great, especially when you can do it with the love of your life. 

It’s true when people say time passes by fast when you have fun for with each passing splash to each other’s faces, the sun sets and the temperature drops even more, and Eric’s love and warmth for you becomes all the more evident. As you have fun together, you’ve reached a part of the area where it’s more secluded. The laughter of the families, squealing children and somewhat worried parents were quite a distance---it’s enough for you both to be moderately loud together; whatever those noises may be from. Eric pulls his body onto the floating board, legs straddling on each side, eyes forward towards the horizon and sunset. You gazed up at him with adoration, resting your arm onto the unoccupied part of the board as you gaze at the scene too. 

He admires the scenery in front of him, alternating between that and you next to him still in the water. You're left still in the water until he acknowledges you once more with a kiss, slotting his lips between yours. His thumb and index trap your chin, controlling the flow of the kiss. Eric smiles at the swipes of his tongue that would make your eyes slightly roll back. Your hands grip his thigh, slightly pushing him down in an attempt to dive into the kiss further. To the shaky movement, Eric tightens his hold on your chin, separating your wet lips with an innocent shake of his head.

“Don’t make me fall, baby girl,” He warns you softly. “Come here.” He pats on the board in front of him, instructing you to get on the board with minimal movement. 

Because of your lack of experience with the surfboard and everything about surfing, it was a little bit of a struggle to get on the rocky surface. The natural waves didn’t help you either. But Eric’s skilful balancing skills, tilting his upper body to the opposite side of the board of where you are to maintain his drying hair eventually made you both succeed in sitting together to watch the sunset in his arms. With his hands on your waist, he pulls you and himself closer, loving the feeling of your exposed back on his defined chest.

You exhale at the feeling, leaning and putting your weight onto him. To be honest, you could fall asleep to the sound of the waves, Eric’s humming and the way his thumb caress your skin. But Eric did not want you to fall asleep---he wanted the opposite of your snores and relaxed brain. His hands start to trail down, following the downward curve of your thigh, again towards your core that you couldn’t tell if it was your arousal or the sea. You gasp at how he didn’t bother to tease you from above your underwear, tugging cloth to one side, inserting one finger straight into your pooling hole.

“You can be louder,” he encourages the whiny moans that you started to voice, “They’re all away from us.” Referring to earlier when you were in a ‘more’ crowded place. 

Eric made use of his mouth, opened lips landing on the area between your neck and your shoulder. He makes his mark along the slide, sucking open-mouthed kisses while his fingers start to increase the pace, driving you to your wave. Your thighs start shaking, just like your ragged breaths and the slight thrashing of your head resting laid on his shoulder. Just like he wants, your voice becomes louder, not only because you’re right next to him but because you’re starting to not care about the setting you’re in.

“Keep still,” he reminds you of the uneven surface, “if you keep moving so harshly, you won’t be able to cum.” With this, his hand that has tugged your underwear away lets go and the elastic slaps to his retracting hand increase its pace and stretch your hole as he inserts another finger.

Your hands grip his wrists, hazy eyes gazing down to see the trembling of your thighs that have started to grip the blue board as you feel the increase of your release building up. Eric syncs your moans to the plunging of his fingers inside you. The tip of his fingers reaches your sweet spot, hitting that spot each time to leave you all the more breathless. Another finger is inserted and you can’t help but lean almost all your weight onto Eric now, losing your mind at how Eric constantly hits the spot that he knows all too well.

“Faster,” you beg to compensate for the orgasm he took away from you earlier. “Please don’t stop.” 

Eric complied with your request, turning his head towards the crook of your neck and littering soft small kisses to the back of your ear. Each time he pulls away from another peck comes another encouraging praise from all the “You’re taking me so well” to the “My pretty girl” to the dirtier words that encourage to finally coat his fingers with a layer of you. He didn’t stop at your orgasm, letting the surge of relief travel all over your body, only beginning to slow down when your breathing normalises. 

Eric’s gaze on your side profile is adoring, his hand coming back to cover your spent core. His face comes up to nudge and trace along your jawline and he lets out a soft chuckle. “You alright?”

You chuckle back, turning your head to nudge your nose against his, “Yeah. You?” He nods and kisses you still with a wide smile. “Amazing balance you have here, Mr Sohn.”

“I know,” he wiggles his eyebrows playfully, “I am amazing.”

You couldn’t argue with that statement. Eric Sohn is the love of your life after all.

“You know what else is amazing?” You raise an eyebrow at the question. Eric gives that mischievous smirk again, lifting the three fingers that made you gasp for air a few minutes ago, “Open up.” 

Diving in once more.

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 tags (send a dm/ask if you would like to be here!): @deoboyznet 📢❤️ @k-labels 💙🤍 @k-films 🤎🎞️ @kflixnet 📺🍿 @sanaxo-o

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diving in | tbz eric sohn

pairing » the boyz eric sohn x fem!reader

trope/au » established relationship, non-idol au!

genre »​ smut 18+ (PLEASE MDNI!!) 🔞 (kinda) surfer eric, some fluff

word count; estimated reading time » 1970; ~8 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » dom!eric, sub!reader, public sex (on a surfboard in the ocean, quite far away from the rest of the crowd), praising (reader receiving), dirty talk (not explicit), begging (reader to eric), pet name (baby girl, pretty girl), nickname (buff puppy; reader to eric), fingering (reader receiving), marking and kisses on skin (reader receiving), reader has medium-long hair, reader wears a bikini, eric is shirtless, eric and reader are the same height, eric implied to have a bigger build, orgasm denial (once), cum tasting (eric to reader)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

happy birthday bubba @mosviqu 🥰 just a little something for you 🫂 thank you for proofreading and helping with warnings last minute @sanaxo-o 🥰

In between your chaotic university schedule and unhelpful teammates in your group work, came Eric's idea to take a day at the beach. You're more than enlightened at the idea, already sorting the day's wardrobe in your head.

Now, the toasted sand tickles between the crevices and around your bare feet, but you don't flinch, feeling your muscles relax instead. Your exposed stomach and back bask in the sun, delightful at the kiss from the sun. Eric walks beside you, his right hand protectively landing on your waist, pulling you closer to him; reminding the others around you to stop looking at your lower cheeks and upper chest which makes him scowl.

"You're looking hot but I hate how others can see you like this." Tucking his hand on the aide waistband on your bottoms and letting the material slap your skin.

You raise an eyebrow at him, your head dipping and rising at his exposed chest, "Speak for yourself, you buff puppy."

There and then comes Eric's light and golden smile that had you since day one, that only seemed all the more attractive with the limited skin contact that you share due to your light blue bikini and his pink swimmers. For Eric, it's the fact that the sight of you like this makes him want to take you right then and there, but he needed to stay civil in the public place.

You made your temporary post in the crowded space, spreading your beach towel and your belongings under the beach umbrella that you recently bought. Eric sticks his surfboard onto the sand next to where you would be sitting, creating more walls from the setting yet still scorching sun. You both settle in, popping off the cap of your sunscreen.

"Need help?" Knowing well enough that you will accept it.

A generous amount is applied to his palm and Eric guides you to sit between his spread legs as he begins applying the lotion starting from your shoulders and along your spine. You should've known that he was plotting something for even though you couldn't see the spreading grin on his face, his hands did all the talking. From the curve of your shoulder, coming to curve to your chest.

Slightly turning your head around, you shoot him a raised eyebrow but he feigns a straight face. His fingers go beneath the shoulder strap, following the line to your breasts. At least, you thought he would be groping you over the clothing but were proved wrong when your hardened buds were between his fingers that swiped and tugged making your back straighten.

"E-Eric---" Looking around at the oblivious children and parents. You couldn't help but squirm into him, the tip of his finger now circling your sensitive buds.

A hand flies to cover your mouth and Eric only shoots you a smile at the way your lips tremble in pleasure. "Good girl." Oh, he's crazy to call you that in public. "Looking all pretty for me."

"Oh..." His fingers tap teasingly towards your clothed mound, making your legs close instinctively. Eric clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval, to which you shakily open your shaking legs once more to him. You know where this is going and you should probably keep some public dignity but how could you when the length of his fingers covers your slit, brushing you in an upwards motion, proud of the dampening fabric that he's created?

Your head falls back onto his shoulder, gasping for the air above. The whimpers that you let out are now clearer and closer to your boyfriend’s ears and once again, it takes Eric everything to not turn you around, tug both your underwear down and guide your surely pooling arousal around his hardening part.

But he’s got better ideas than what you both usually do behind closed doors. The fact that you’re gripping onto his forearm, gasping for air and his touch despite only having a minimal amount of coverage to the world around you makes the idea in his head all the more interesting to try. Without another word, Eric retracts his arm, scooting backwards before standing up.

Your furrowed eyebrows contrasted with the cute jut of your lower lip as your head turned, eyes following to see him retrieve his surfboard from the sand, tucking it below his arm. Eric winks at you and before you can protest your disappointment about the building orgasm, he crouches eye level with you, stealing a peck from your lips. 

“Come on,” he tilts his head towards the body of water, “you said you wanted to surf with me. Let me show you something while I’m at it.”

You couldn't see through that mischievous smirk and that annoyingly charming wink sent once again. Even though you rolled your eyes and heaved a heavy sigh, he knew that you would accept the hand that he has put out for you. Just like before, his fingers curve around the side of your waist, the surfboard from before under his arm as you both make your way to the crowded ocean.

At first, everything is civil. You both cupped your hands together to splash the salty liquid on each other’s faces, innocent and beaming in the summer. Eric would use the board as a barrier from your attacks and in turn, you would shout at how unfair he was being in the fight. The cooling water around you and the way the sand below you would most probably get between your feet when you walk back. The particles of sand would also be around your body, stuck between the gap between your bikini and your skin. But it’s fun and spending this time to just forget about your priorities is great, especially when you can do it with the love of your life. 

It’s true when people say time passes by fast when you have fun for with each passing splash to each other’s faces, the sun sets and the temperature drops even more, and Eric’s love and warmth for you becomes all the more evident. As you have fun together, you’ve reached a part of the area where it’s more secluded. The laughter of the families, squealing children and somewhat worried parents were quite a distance---it’s enough for you both to be moderately loud together; whatever those noises may be from. Eric pulls his body onto the floating board, legs straddling on each side, eyes forward towards the horizon and sunset. You gazed up at him with adoration, resting your arm onto the unoccupied part of the board as you gaze at the scene too. 

He admires the scenery in front of him, alternating between that and you next to him still in the water. You're left still in the water until he acknowledges you once more with a kiss, slotting his lips between yours. His thumb and index trap your chin, controlling the flow of the kiss. Eric smiles at the swipes of his tongue that would make your eyes slightly roll back. Your hands grip his thigh, slightly pushing him down in an attempt to dive into the kiss further. To the shaky movement, Eric tightens his hold on your chin, separating your wet lips with an innocent shake of his head.

“Don’t make me fall, baby girl,” He warns you softly. “Come here.” He pats on the board in front of him, instructing you to get on the board with minimal movement. 

Because of your lack of experience with the surfboard and everything about surfing, it was a little bit of a struggle to get on the rocky surface. The natural waves didn’t help you either. But Eric’s skilful balancing skills, tilting his upper body to the opposite side of the board of where you are to maintain his drying hair eventually made you both succeed in sitting together to watch the sunset in his arms. With his hands on your waist, he pulls you and himself closer, loving the feeling of your exposed back on his defined chest.

You exhale at the feeling, leaning and putting your weight onto him. To be honest, you could fall asleep to the sound of the waves, Eric’s humming and the way his thumb caress your skin. But Eric did not want you to fall asleep---he wanted the opposite of your snores and relaxed brain. His hands start to trail down, following the downward curve of your thigh, again towards your core that you couldn’t tell if it was your arousal or the sea. You gasp at how he didn’t bother to tease you from above your underwear, tugging cloth to one side, inserting one finger straight into your pooling hole.

“You can be louder,” he encourages the whiny moans that you started to voice, “They’re all away from us.” Referring to earlier when you were in a ‘more’ crowded place. 

Eric made use of his mouth, opened lips landing on the area between your neck and your shoulder. He makes his mark along the slide, sucking open-mouthed kisses while his fingers start to increase the pace, driving you to your wave. Your thighs start shaking, just like your ragged breaths and the slight thrashing of your head resting laid on his shoulder. Just like he wants, your voice becomes louder, not only because you’re right next to him but because you’re starting to not care about the setting you’re in.

“Keep still,” he reminds you of the uneven surface, “if you keep moving so harshly, you won’t be able to cum.” With this, his hand that has tugged your underwear away lets go and the elastic slaps to his retracting hand increase its pace and stretch your hole as he inserts another finger.

Your hands grip his wrists, hazy eyes gazing down to see the trembling of your thighs that have started to grip the blue board as you feel the increase of your release building up. Eric syncs your moans to the plunging of his fingers inside you. The tip of his fingers reaches your sweet spot, hitting that spot each time to leave you all the more breathless. Another finger is inserted and you can’t help but lean almost all your weight onto Eric now, losing your mind at how Eric constantly hits the spot that he knows all too well.

“Faster,” you beg to compensate for the orgasm he took away from you earlier. “Please don’t stop.” 

Eric complied with your request, turning his head towards the crook of your neck and littering soft small kisses to the back of your ear. Each time he pulls away from another peck comes another encouraging praise from all the “You’re taking me so well” to the “My pretty girl” to the dirtier words that encourage to finally coat his fingers with a layer of you. He didn’t stop at your orgasm, letting the surge of relief travel all over your body, only beginning to slow down when your breathing normalises. 

Eric’s gaze on your side profile is adoring, his hand coming back to cover your spent core. His face comes up to nudge and trace along your jawline and he lets out a soft chuckle. “You alright?”

You chuckle back, turning your head to nudge your nose against his, “Yeah. You?” He nods and kisses you still with a wide smile. “Amazing balance you have here, Mr Sohn.”

“I know,” he wiggles his eyebrows playfully, “I am amazing.”

You couldn’t argue with that statement. Eric Sohn is the love of your life after all.

“You know what else is amazing?” You raise an eyebrow at the question. Eric gives that mischievous smirk again, lifting the three fingers that made you gasp for air a few minutes ago, “Open up.” 

Diving in once more.

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 tags (send a dm/ask if you would like to be here!): @deoboyznet 📢❤️ @k-labels 💙🤍 @k-films 🤎🎞️ @kflixnet 📺🍿 @sanaxo-o

#📋 izzy's writing feedback #eric sohn smut #eric sohn x reader #eric sohn imagines #eric sohn fluff

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diving in | tbz eric sohn

“you said you wanted to surf with me. Let me show you something while I’m at it.”

pairing » the boyz eric sohn x fem!reader

trope/au » established relationship, non-idol au!

genre »​ smut 18+ (PLEASE MDNI!!) 🔞 (kinda) surfer eric, some fluff

word count; estimated reading time » 1970; ~8 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » dom!eric, sub!reader, public sex (on a surfboard in the ocean, quite far away from the rest of the crowd), praising (reader receiving), dirty talk (not explicit), begging (reader to eric), pet name (baby girl, pretty girl), nickname (buff puppy; reader to eric), fingering (reader receiving), marking and kisses on skin (reader receiving), reader has medium-long hair, reader wears a bikini, eric is shirtless, eric and reader are the same height, eric implied to have a bigger build, orgasm denial (once), cum tasting (eric to reader)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

happy birthday bubba @mosviqu 🥰 just a little something for you 🫂 thank you for proofreading and helping with warnings last minute @sanaxo-o 🥰

In between your chaotic university schedule and unhelpful teammates in your group work, came Eric's idea to take a day at the beach. You're more than enlightened at the idea, already sorting the day's wardrobe in your head.

Now, the toasted sand tickles between the crevices and around your bare feet, but you don't flinch, feeling your muscles relax instead. Your exposed stomach and back bask in the sun, delightful at the kiss from the sun. Eric walks beside you, his right hand protectively landing on your waist, pulling you closer to him; reminding the others around you to stop looking at your lower cheeks and upper chest which makes him scowl.

"You're looking hot but I hate how others can see you like this." Tucking his hand on the aide waistband on your bottoms and letting the material slap your skin.

You raise an eyebrow at him, your head dipping and rising at his exposed chest, "Speak for yourself, you buff puppy."

There and then comes Eric's light and golden smile that had you since day one, that only seemed all the more attractive with the limited skin contact that you share due to your light blue bikini and his pink swimmers. For Eric, it's the fact that the sight of you like this makes him want to take you right then and there, but he needed to stay civil in the public place.

You made your temporary post in the crowded space, spreading your beach towel and your belongings under the beach umbrella that you recently bought. Eric sticks his surfboard onto the sand next to where you would be sitting, creating more walls from the setting yet still scorching sun. You both settle in, popping off the cap of your sunscreen.

"Need help?" Knowing well enough that you will accept it.

A generous amount is applied to his palm and Eric guides you to sit between his spread legs as he begins applying the lotion starting from your shoulders and along your spine. You should've known that he was plotting something for even though you couldn't see the spreading grin on his face, his hands did all the talking. From the curve of your shoulder, coming to curve to your chest.

Slightly turning your head around, you shoot him a raised eyebrow but he feigns a straight face. His fingers go beneath the shoulder strap, following the line to your breasts. At least, you thought he would be groping you over the clothing but were proved wrong when your hardened buds were between his fingers that swiped and tugged making your back straighten.

"E-Eric---" Looking around at the oblivious children and parents. You couldn't help but squirm into him, the tip of his finger now circling your sensitive buds.

A hand flies to cover your mouth and Eric only shoots you a smile at the way your lips tremble in pleasure. "Good girl." Oh, he's crazy to call you that in public. "Looking all pretty for me."

"Oh..." His fingers tap teasingly towards your clothed mound, making your legs close instinctively. Eric clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval, to which you shakily open your shaking legs once more to him. You know where this is going and you should probably keep some public dignity but how could you when the length of his fingers covers your slit, brushing you in an upwards motion, proud of the dampening fabric that he's created?

Your head falls back onto his shoulder, gasping for the air above. The whimpers that you let out are now clearer and closer to your boyfriend’s ears and once again, it takes Eric everything to not turn you around, tug both your underwear down and guide your surely pooling arousal around his hardening part.

But he’s got better ideas than what you both usually do behind closed doors. The fact that you’re gripping onto his forearm, gasping for air and his touch despite only having a minimal amount of coverage to the world around you makes the idea in his head all the more interesting to try. Without another word, Eric retracts his arm, scooting backwards before standing up.

Your furrowed eyebrows contrasted with the cute jut of your lower lip as your head turned, eyes following to see him retrieve his surfboard from the sand, tucking it below his arm. Eric winks at you and before you can protest your disappointment about the building orgasm, he crouches eye level with you, stealing a peck from your lips. 

“Come on,” he tilts his head towards the body of water, “you said you wanted to surf with me. Let me show you something while I’m at it.”

You couldn't see through that mischievous smirk and that annoyingly charming wink sent once again. Even though you rolled your eyes and heaved a heavy sigh, he knew that you would accept the hand that he has put out for you. Just like before, his fingers curve around the side of your waist, the surfboard from before under his arm as you both make your way to the crowded ocean.

At first, everything is civil. You both cupped your hands together to splash the salty liquid on each other’s faces, innocent and beaming in the summer. Eric would use the board as a barrier from your attacks and in turn, you would shout at how unfair he was being in the fight. The cooling water around you and the way the sand below you would most probably get between your feet when you walk back. The particles of sand would also be around your body, stuck between the gap between your bikini and your skin. But it’s fun and spending this time to just forget about your priorities is great, especially when you can do it with the love of your life. 

It’s true when people say time passes by fast when you have fun for with each passing splash to each other’s faces, the sun sets and the temperature drops even more, and Eric’s love and warmth for you becomes all the more evident. As you have fun together, you’ve reached a part of the area where it’s more secluded. The laughter of the families, squealing children and somewhat worried parents were quite a distance---it’s enough for you both to be moderately loud together; whatever those noises may be from. Eric pulls his body onto the floating board, legs straddling on each side, eyes forward towards the horizon and sunset. You gazed up at him with adoration, resting your arm onto the unoccupied part of the board as you gaze at the scene too. 

He admires the scenery in front of him, alternating between that and you next to him still in the water. You're left still in the water until he acknowledges you once more with a kiss, slotting his lips between yours. His thumb and index trap your chin, controlling the flow of the kiss. Eric smiles at the swipes of his tongue that would make your eyes slightly roll back. Your hands grip his thigh, slightly pushing him down in an attempt to dive into the kiss further. To the shaky movement, Eric tightens his hold on your chin, separating your wet lips with an innocent shake of his head.

“Don’t make me fall, baby girl,” He warns you softly. “Come here.” He pats on the board in front of him, instructing you to get on the board with minimal movement. 

Because of your lack of experience with the surfboard and everything about surfing, it was a little bit of a struggle to get on the rocky surface. The natural waves didn’t help you either. But Eric’s skilful balancing skills, tilting his upper body to the opposite side of the board of where you are to maintain his drying hair eventually made you both succeed in sitting together to watch the sunset in his arms. With his hands on your waist, he pulls you and himself closer, loving the feeling of your exposed back on his defined chest.

You exhale at the feeling, leaning and putting your weight onto him. To be honest, you could fall asleep to the sound of the waves, Eric’s humming and the way his thumb caress your skin. But Eric did not want you to fall asleep---he wanted the opposite of your snores and relaxed brain. His hands start to trail down, following the downward curve of your thigh, again towards your core that you couldn’t tell if it was your arousal or the sea. You gasp at how he didn’t bother to tease you from above your underwear, tugging cloth to one side, inserting one finger straight into your pooling hole.

“You can be louder,” he encourages the whiny moans that you started to voice, “They’re all away from us.” Referring to earlier when you were in a ‘more’ crowded place. 

Eric made use of his mouth, opened lips landing on the area between your neck and your shoulder. He makes his mark along the slide, sucking open-mouthed kisses while his fingers start to increase the pace, driving you to your wave. Your thighs start shaking, just like your ragged breaths and the slight thrashing of your head resting laid on his shoulder. Just like he wants, your voice becomes louder, not only because you’re right next to him but because you’re starting to not care about the setting you’re in.

“Keep still,” he reminds you of the uneven surface, “if you keep moving so harshly, you won’t be able to cum.” With this, his hand that has tugged your underwear away lets go and the elastic slaps to his retracting hand increase its pace and stretch your hole as he inserts another finger.

Your hands grip his wrists, hazy eyes gazing down to see the trembling of your thighs that have started to grip the blue board as you feel the increase of your release building up. Eric syncs your moans to the plunging of his fingers inside you. The tip of his fingers reaches your sweet spot, hitting that spot each time to leave you all the more breathless. Another finger is inserted and you can’t help but lean almost all your weight onto Eric now, losing your mind at how Eric constantly hits the spot that he knows all too well.

“Faster,” you beg to compensate for the orgasm he took away from you earlier. “Please don’t stop.” 

Eric complied with your request, turning his head towards the crook of your neck and littering soft small kisses to the back of your ear. Each time he pulls away from another peck comes another encouraging praise from all the “You’re taking me so well” to the “My pretty girl” to the dirtier words that encourage to finally coat his fingers with a layer of you. He didn’t stop at your orgasm, letting the surge of relief travel all over your body, only beginning to slow down when your breathing normalises. 

Eric’s gaze on your side profile is adoring, his hand coming back to cover your spent core. His face comes up to nudge and trace along your jawline and he lets out a soft chuckle. “You alright?”

You chuckle back, turning your head to nudge your nose against his, “Yeah. You?” He nods and kisses you still with a wide smile. “Amazing balance you have here, Mr Sohn.”

“I know,” he wiggles his eyebrows playfully, “I am amazing.”

You couldn’t argue with that statement. Eric Sohn is the love of your life after all.

“You know what else is amazing?” You raise an eyebrow at the question. Eric gives that mischievous smirk again, lifting the three fingers that made you gasp for air a few minutes ago, “Open up.” 

Diving in once more.

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Hey! I've been following you since you posted that Juyeon smut and I wanted to say you are a really talented writer! There's just one thing I wanted to bring to your attention, not trying to hate or anything but just something to keep in mind as you write future fics. Some parts of your writing are not very inclusive, and as a darker skinned person I would appreciate if you could be more mindful of that when you're writing.

Mentioning the colors of the bruises in general is not very inclusive because those colors don't show up on every skin tone. This also goes for saying things like "red cheeks", because not everyone has a visible blush. Talking about the color of body parts is harmful too because not everyone has pale skin!

Also, if you're going to mention size differences then please specify it in the notes section! In your Juyeon fic you make references to how small the reader is compared to Juyeon. This is not the case for everyone because it fails to take into account readers of different size and height.

I'm not saying it's wrong to write those things, but just make sure to leave a warning so we know exactly what the target audience is for your fics. I hope you can incorporate these things into your writing so your smut can be more considerate of people of different types. Thank you and sorry for the long message!

Hi, I answered a similar ask here. Please check it out. I apologise for making you feel excluded in my stories and for getting to this ask late.

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about my writing and works!!

Even though I am planning to write all my stories in 'x reader' form, please keep in mind that most of my writings are very self-indulgent (as I mentioned before here, I write for myself)—especially when it comes to the 'especially to you...' series!

Because of this, unconsciously, I may add attributes that mirror me as a person in real life. I understand that this may not be suitable for everyone and I'm trying my very best to add these attributes in the warnings/genre sections in all of my stories. I haven't been the best at this and I apologise for that.

As it is reader-inserted stories, I will try my best to reduce (and find other words to convey the same meaning) the use of the attributes and add appropriate warnings/genres either way as I continue to write what's best for me. I would like to apologise if anyone has been made uncomfortable, that was never my intention.

I ask for your understanding as I keep improving and learning with my creative writing, especially with my reader-inserted stories!

Thank you for bringing these subjects to my attention, reading my stories and for your support!!

(post is based on this ask)

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perfect for you | the boyz choi chanhee | new

“Will you trust me even if I break you?”

» ​PAIRING: tbz choi chanhee (new) x fem!reader » TROPE/AU​: established relationship au!, non-idol au! » GENRE​: smut 18+ (mdni!!) 🔞 fluffy sex, chanhee is a really caring and attentive boyfriend » WORD COUNT: 2263 » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~9 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): soft dom!chanhee, sub!reader, pet names (baby girl), marking (reader receiving), fingering, clit stimulation, piv sex, creampie, sex on table, praising (chanhee to reader), slight dirty talking (chanhee to reader), not proofread

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happy birthday @sanaxo-o!! a bit (a LOT! 😭) rushed but i hope you find a way to enjoy this 😘

"Chanhee!" 

It's a usual occurrence for your boyfriend to sneak up behind you and give you a big, warm hug. His chuckle that can be heard after your exclamation, and the way he wraps both his arms around your shoulder always undoubtedly made you feel like the happiest girl in the whole wide world.

"Come to bed." He whispers next to your left ear with a whine after, "I don't want to sleep without you."

"I will." You directed your attention back to the neatly stacked pile of books. You are so ready to push all these smelly, slightly brown, definitely creased-up pages in preparation for your final economics exam tomorrow, "I just finished." 

Before you can even push the book even further away from your body, another arm pushes it away first. "Good." No more words were said after because he flips you around and steals a kiss from your lips. Chanhee catches you by your right upper arm when you stumble slightly at his actions, smiling fondly at your flustered state. "I got you, don't worry."

You chuckle, breaking the kiss for a bit, "You've always got me since day one."

Another chuckle is heard from his lips before he leans down to you once again, closing the gap between his hungry lips and your still innocent one immediately. It continues passionately and you can tell that he intends to keep it that way for a lot longer. The way his slender hands cup your cheeks delicately unlike how his tongue swipes your bottom lip leaves you gasping incoherent words straight down his throat. You couldn’t hold your eyes open any longer, already too lost in the way that Chanhee was physically pouring out all his love to you.

His left hand slithers behind your lower back, crashing your bodies onto each other and you can no longer control how your knees shake, the same way your lips tremble whenever he pulls away to give you some more oxygen to inhale. You would have hit the floor if it wasn’t for the way his other palm traces along, the tips of his fingers just barely touching the bare skin of the side of your left thigh before putting a bit of force, landing and gripping on the dip of your waist. 

“Here?” You whisper between breaths. Between the session, your hands already had a mind of their own, scrunching up the oversized pink sweater that doesn’t even belong to you up to your waist, your underwear already in full view for the dominating eyes who peer down at you with lust.

He pulls away for longer this time, actually putting a bit of a distance between you both. If your cheeks weren’t red enough before, it’s now definitely flaring under his intense gaze, especially with the wet string that still comfortably hung in the air on your bottom lips. 

It held your everything, the same way that he has your everything.

“If you’re up for it.”

The way you quickly nod to his invitation is what sends Chanhee’s once soft grip on your arm down straight to your clothed core. He watches thoughtfully at the way you crane your neck backwards, cursing into the warm air. Taking this open opportunity, he moves his fingers painfully slow, particularly finding the wet and darker spot on your pink panties. It sends you squirming and over the edge almost too quickly, your back arching off the counter and he keeps his hand still and lets you moan freely when you push against the tips of his fingers.

“Oh God…”

“Raise your head, bubs. I want to kiss you.”

But you physically can’t. Not with the way he whispers it so seductively and not with the way his index and thumb hook around the crotch of the fabric that keeps on getting damper as time passes by. Chanhee didn’t need to know anymore, knowing well that your body couldn’t hold on for any longer, desperate for a release to take place—for him though, he has other things that he wants to do to you before that.

First, the marks around your clean neck need to be fixed. When he did lean forward so did the way his two fingers underneath you pull the fabric down and release it, slapping your sensitive clit as a result. You couldn’t even scold him for it because your neck suddenly felt cold with the way he ran his tongue on your collarbones and the added little touches and nudges from his nose on the crook of your neck is the reason why you started to tear up.

“Stay still for a bit.” 

Knowing very well that you couldn’t though, Chanhee takes it upon himself to place a hand behind your nape, straightening your posture. Oh, how he wished you picked a better outfit for this as well because the neckline of his top is too tight for him to easily expose more skin around your neck. However, when Chanhee wants to place kisses on your neck, he must, he will and he has always succeeded. Just like now as he uses his chin to anchor the fabric down to trap you between two forces: his harsh sucks from his pretty lips and the harsher grip that he has behind your neck.

“C-Chanhee, move your fingers please.”

Finally, the begging begins and you could curse him out for the momentary smirk against your skin before he lunges in once more to the other collarbone, this time using his teeth to mark his love bites on your still clean skin. Down where your aching, lonely pussy was in his hands that still ghost the opening of your body. There is a lot of self-control happening here for both of you, especially for Chanhee because he has never left you this deprived of his touch before for such a long time during sex.

The thoughts make your head spiral and the tears finally roll down your flushed cheeks. When you open your eyes for a second, you see the moment of hesitation and the way his lips parted in surprise.

“No, no.” You quickly rebut. Your hands fly up to wrap around his neck, pushing him back down to your neck, “I’m fine, please keep going.”

“How far are you willing to take this, baby girl?” There goes the pet name that is reserved for you only within private settings. This makes you excited and Chanhee feels this with the way you let out a gush of lubrication on his fingers. He pushed back against the strength of your arms, staring straight at your half-hooded eyes. Stealing another kiss and licking the drool off your lips, you know your moans aren’t enough for him to continue, “Tell me or else I’ll stop right now.”

“Chanhee…” In all the previous sex sessions together, he always treated you gently. The way his hands would knead the sides of your waist against the mattress, kissing down your stomach to the insides of your thighs, all so perfect for him and you. But you can tell through the flash that runs across his eyes that he has wanted to be more rough on you, use more force and what happened just then, you know is the first step towards his hidden desires. You shyly smile at your boyfriend, cupping his cheek and reassuring him. “Do whatever you want to do. I trust you.”

“Will you trust me even if I break you?”

“You can break my body if you want to,” Your side of your index finger traces down his jawline before turning its finger pad on his chin to act as a hook, bringing his face closer to you. You realise now that he is panting…pretty hard, “but that will never break my trust for you.”

That’s all it takes for him to let go of his worries.

Unfortunately for your aching core, he snaps the fabric once more and you gasp sharply at the feeling. You should’ve maybe known that the gasps would increasingly get louder in the next few seconds. Chanhee lifts you by your ass, plopping your body down to the shorter side of your rectangular study desk and he makes himself comfortable between your legs that he had to forcefully separate. 

His fingers continue to rub against your folds, hushing whilst telling you to let go all over him. With your eyes rolled back and your neck falling backwards, Chanhee praises you for the first mess of the night.

The increasing darkness in his eyes should have been enough indication for you because, without another warning, your exposed stomach and bra are now visible to his eyes. Further, he couldn’t wait any longer to see you fully, hooking one of his fingers to the centre gore of your bra, seeing the slight bounce of your breasts as they breathed free in the chilling air.

Chanhee licks his lips, scanning your topless figure, grunting at the sight of everything that he has ever wanted in his life. He didn’t waste another moment and you didn’t even bother to bat an eye when you saw your laptop being pushed away from the corner of your eye, almost at the edge of the table by how desperate the two of you are for each other. A little push was given to your shoulder and you lay your heated back on the small desk. The sudden change in temperature makes you want to curl up to conserve your body heat, including your knees that have started to rise but failed to when they get pushed back down. 

"Shit." There was that little nudge behind the thin fabric of his pants that made your entire body shake. “God, you’re so…ugh…” 

“Don’t know if you should be muttering his name when I’m right here.” Determination courses through his body when the visible tip of the tent from his pants makes contact with your aching core. You whimper and twist your body to the side, unable to handle the newfound pleasure that he’s giving you.

Chanhee keeps a grip on your shuddering body by your arms, communicating for you to keep still under him from his eyes. You get the message, clashing your lips with his to devour every bit of him. He keeps your mouth busy as he rolls your panties down just enough for you to kick it off somewhere in the room and takes care of his pairs afterwards.

A hand supports his long shaft, Chanhee purposely nudges the tip of the head onto your swollen clit, pushing and pulling to hear the moans release from you whenever he does so. You're still very sensitive with your senses heightened and he's using that to his very advantage.

There's a smirk painted on his lips but the hand that cups your face says that he’s still willing to stop if you give him any indication. But fuck that because there's no way you would tell him to stop. Not when he lays his forehead to yours and starts pushing himself into your dripping hole. 

“Good girl,” Chanhee kisses the sweat dripping down the side of your face. “I’m going to keep going.” And he starts to push in deeper through different angles, moving through your velvet walls at the pace that you like.

It’s times like these when you remember once more that Chanhee is the only one for you: his hand that holds the curves of your waist, the other reaching the base of your neck but never hurting you, gripping your flesh with the right possessiveness, his moans that rile you up even further, the way he controls the rolling of his hips with yours so that he can touch the spot that makes you delirious, how he tries his best to keep his eyes open not only because he wants to see you under him but also to make sure you’re alright despite wanting to deprive the sensory information so that he can focus on the feeling where your bodies meet—he’s so perfect for you.

“C-Chanhee…” Your nails lightly scratch the surface of his arms, feeling the familiar wave of pleasure growing closer and closer to you. “I’m so close!...”

“Me too.” He groans and feverishly kisses your lips. “I want you to focus on the sensations from your lower body parts.” He buries his lips in the crook of your neck, biting and pulling your skin with his teeth. “Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” His pelvis continues to do his work on your body, his hold on your hips keeping you from moving too far away from his thrusting. His thumbs swipe your skin, a silent plea for you to release first. “Come on, baby girl.” He grits his teeth, his neck veins visible, “Let go all over me.”

Within a few seconds, you come undone under his hold and Chanhee releases his love for you deep inside your body. His arms give out immediately, burying his face into your chest, gulping and relishing how your liquids mixed, taking in the drip that escapes and runs down from your hole. Chanhee still lets out praises, kissing every part of you that he can, smiling at your pants and ‘thank you’s.

“You’re so perfect.” Whispering to the shell of your ear, patting your head and soothing you from the passionate session. “You did so well.”

“I love you.” It comes out a bit croaked but the genuine emotions from it didn’t get lost.

“I love you too.”

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deep | tbz kim sunwoo

» ​PAIRING: tbz kim sunwoo x fem!reader » TROPE/AU​: enemies with benefits 2 lovers, non-idol au » GENRE​: smut 18+ (mdni!!) 🔞 fluff because there are a couple of 'i love you's being thrown in hehe, momentary angst » WORD COUNT: 7899​ » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~29 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): dom!sunwoo, sub!reader, cum play, rough sex, hate sex, mentions of public sex, spit (?) play, reader to sunwoo, usage of slut, pet names (princess, baby girl, baby boy), unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, anal sex (reader receiving), oral sex (both receiving), edging, orgasm denial (not in detail), rapid proofread once

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hi @itsbeeble !! it's ⭐ anon! thank you for reading this all and giving me advice on my writing 🥺 are you surprised it's me...? I'M SORRY FOR NOT JUST ASKING YOU UPFRONT I'M SHY 😭

The neck sits comfortably between the curves that join your pointer and middle finger. Your wrists circle the sweet red, coating the walls in the alcohol for a brief moment. Your other arm encircles around the neck of your ‘date’ as you offer your exposed cleavage as a place for his head to rest.

“You smell good today.” Younghoon compliments you, his hand growing nearer and nearer to your clothed mound. He smiles into your chest with satisfaction with how your manicure scratches his head, letting a small exhale to your neck. “God, I want to ruin you.”

But the smirk you gave him is all for show.

You’re bored in this booming party.

Even though you’re literally sitting on one of the hottest guys in the year group with his growing bulge only getting more evident each time you shift against him purposefully, your eyes are well focused on the other black hair across the room.

Kim Sunwoo looks back at you, jaw tense with gritted teeth. You see how he lets out a scoff when you press a delicate kiss to Younghoon’s forehead, eyes still locked with his. All of a sudden, the girl that is littering kisses on his neck makes his growing erection soft. Anger, confusion and envy (though he would never admit it to your pretty face) swarm and mix evidently in his face. 

God, he hates you so much.

From your soft straight long hair to the push-up bra that you’re wearing that makes your chest all the more appetising to him. From your sharp jawline that he has marked many times in the locker room, the sports equipment room and the empty classroom after school hours. From your short skirts and no safety pants that you wear at parties like this one, hiking up to show the new panties that he has never undressed you from. 

But you guess, with the many times that you have let Sunwoo in your pants, he has probably fucked you enough times to know your wardrobe at this point.

Sunwoo’s eyebrows furrow with the way you spread your legs further, publicly letting Younghoon’s hand hide there, his thumb now trapped between your slit that slowly becomes wetter. It makes Sunwoo furious that even though Younghoon is probably moaning like a disgusting starved man, you still dared to throw him that look: swiping the tip of your tongue on your upper lip, accommodating the move with a slow wink.

It riles him up and he groans at how fuckable you look with your two braids that he has pulled on before as he took you on all fours that one time in his car.

Though his throat lets out a dismissive hum at the girl giving him the same look as you across the room, his eyes are still on your black dainty spaghetti straps, the muscles of his fingers curling slightly at the sight of your exposed shoulder.

“Look at me.” She drags the final syllable, pulling Sunwoo’s attention back to her by the hem of his collar. “I want you.” a harsher tug. “So bad.”

Hearing the words from a different girl than you did him wonders and he hates that the lips pressed against his aren’t yours. Though Sunwoo is known to work his wonders on many different women, you were the first one that made his body crave more. You’re the first one who rode him in all different types of positions while the others prefer to be laid and fucked with him doing all the work—but if it's you, he would gladly do everything for you. Whenever his length meets the pressure of your walls, he embarrassingly could’ve tapped out then but his ego allows him to keep going, making sure that you have some relief first.

He’s always prioritised you.

So why were you being such a brat, with that googly eyes but sharp stare on him while you act like a slut on someone else’s dick?  Why did you slip your hands between the space of his two school blouse buttons, plunging your nails and marking his skin as if he's the only one for you? Why did you always kiss him so passionately whenever he pulled you by the waist even though he’s being a gentleman and making sure that you don’t get trampled by the other students in the filled hallway?

He hates that you’re the only one his body, heart and mind want.

All the rushing thoughts only deepen his lust for you especially when he sees your head now tilted up, mouth gaped open and eyes almost fully rolling back when you straddle Younghoon’s hips.

Unfortunately for the other needy girl, Sunwoo puts too much force when he takes her off his body and makes a determined beeline towards your flexed shoulder blades as you continue to do your magic on Younghoon. Letting his body take control, his hands roughly pull on your shoulder, successfully getting you on your feet. Your back hits his chest and you know with just the way he tilts your chin sideways that you won the game of cat and dog. 

“Looks like we have some things to figure out.” The leftover vodka hits your nose delightfully and the slight growl he gives out when you just bat your eye makes you melt a little bit.

Sunwoo grips your waist, turning you around and kicking the back of your shoe as a non-verbal order to start walking and leave the flabbergasted boy behind; Younghoon doesn’t deserve you but he definitely deserves to know how it feels like to be left high and dry by you.

“Lost your cool?” 

The provocation makes Sunwoo click his tongue against the back of his teeth, slamming your back on a nearby door. His hand slaps the wood, close to your ear. He couldn’t help but grin when you blink at the slapping sound.

“You’ve been insufferable for the last month.” The side of his pointer finger trails the jawline he misses most. “What’s your game, Princess?” stopping at your chin, “How many counts did you manage to increase since we last fucked?” directly to your cleavage, “How much makeup did you use to cover the evidence, hm?”

His face dives closer to yours, his breath tickling your plumper lips, ready to have the first clash and contact with him in months. Sunwoo initiates the kiss, slotting and hissing when he tastes the aged grape on your tongue. Your mewls are the reason why the wall behind you breaks, the creaking of the door opening and closing as soon as possible, Sunwoo skillfully flicks the lights on as he keeps the breathless kiss with the support of his hand.

“This fucking dress.” He curses due to how tight it is—bodycon and hot on you but too tight for him to reach anything intimate on your body. “Younghoon, huh?” He remarks when the back of your knees hit the edge of the owned mattress.

Sunwoo still devours your lips, strings of saliva hanging in the air. “Hungry?” You croaked out between the small gap of air. “Or horny?”

“Shut the fuck up.” With a push of his fingers, you’re laid down and the distance allows you to droll over the boy who’s knees dug onto the mattress next to your waist. “That mouth of yours.” He handles your cheeks roughly, shaking your head from side to side, a dark gaze filling him. “The only things that you can say are my name,” he spits inside the hole he made, “scream, shout, moan and mewl.” He releases you, eyes menacingly telling you to swallow, “Make sure the house knows who’s breaking you inside out.”

It’s like a dream for him to finally have you under him again. The weight of his hips traps yours below, rubbing his bulge skillfully on your growing needy clothed pussy. The position couldn’t even make your knees raise to rest your ankle on the softer surface and it’s when you realise that Sunwoo would not go easy on you tonight.

He’s planning to break you and he most probably will.

“Put your slutty legs down.” Open-mouth kisses land on the left side of your neck and they leave you gasping at how Sunwoo stretches your skin between his teeth but also by just leaving his teeth marks on your skin. “That’s it.” He encourages you, swiping the abused area before going to another one, sucking and making sure purple and pink paint your pale skin.

It’s satisfying knowledge for your dripping cunt to know that Sunwoo is still just like how you remember him. His hands fly to your straps, snapping the thin fabric and ignoring your exclamations of curse words. Your dress and bra are rolled down to the bottom of your boobs, Sunwoo once again salivating at the delicious sight. His head plays the scenes from before where Younghoon found himself comfortable at the same chest that he now claims as his and he snarls, the memory motivating him to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck!” The pain surges when his fingers pinch your sensitive left, pulling it up, letting it go and repeating while the other is nibbled, sucked and twirled around its circumference with his wet muscle. “Shit! Why are you so fucking rou—” The free hand flies to cup your mouth, muffling your moans and wails as you feel the tears forming around the corners of your eyes. 

“I don’t recall letting you complain.” Consistent with the bright blemishes on your neck, Sunwoo places similar ones around both of your boobs; underside, very close to your areolas and the valley that Younghoon’s nose was in. “Take it or I’ll leave you here and I’ll make sure you’ll be crying and begging me to let you cum.”

Sunwoo leaves your body for a while and though spent, your eyes quickly take in the best person who knows your body. Some of his front bangs are stuck to his forehead, hair overall messy. The cross on his chain makes you smile, knowing that God should look away at the sins that he will soon commit to your body. Before you can observe his shirt, he discards it and throws it carelessly in the room leaving you to observe the perfect lines of his abs.

“A warning for you,” he kneels before your soaking south. You thought that Sunwoo is amazingly hot but when he hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls you down the bed, you really could have cummed there. Sunwoo rests your thighs on his shoulder, his nose swooping into the collected scent of your arousal, his eyes rolling back with a loud moan, “if you cum without permission,” He literally drinks your arousal, sucking the soaked fabric, slurping any of your precum and filling his throat in the appetiser.

“No—Sunwo—Fuck!!” Your ripped panties are now stuffed in your mouth, an effective way of getting you to quiet down for the next sex activity. Your hands are no longer free, trapped wrists held together with just one hand. 

“Forget it,” he chuckles, nose brushing on your slit, “less talk.” His tongue rapidly flicks against your clit, two fingers inside your gummy walls immediately. “More screaming.”

You did scream and your upper body thrashed around the bed, twisting and slowly unravelling by the touch of Sunwoo’s hand. For a second, your restrained hands on your stomach caught his hair but Sunwoo literally weakens you by pushing your abdomen down, your fingers twitching harshly.

“Fuck, Princess.” He devours every drop, slurping the ones that escaped down your hole and ones that trickled down his arm. He blows on your clit, making you squirm in his hold. “You're so wet.”

How could you not be? With his perfect fingers just slipping through, stretching you out while also hitting the spot that no one else has ever reached. The squelching of your pussy with his actions is the reason why your body burns and thighs start to shake and your hips roll against his face more.

Sunwoo smiles against your flesh, continuing to race your high. “Don't you hate it that I'm the only one who fucking knows,” and he goes fast; insanely fast. “how to make you feel good?”

“Hmph!” The only response, stopping your head from giving the satisfying nod that he wants.

Frustrated at your actions, the cloth is taken out roughly, burning the sides of your mouth at the yank.

“Answer me properly.” His fingers hook down on your body, wiggling and stimulating you more. “Beg.” Hypnotising you by biting the skin of your stomach.

You gasp for air, your hairline deep in the pillow, “Sunwoo.” You had to give an indication, “Please!”

It's a puny request but he'll settle with it for now. “Do it.” He taunts, “cum all over me.”

The rope inside of you breaks, liquid arousal spilling uncontrollably on the sheets and it was so strong that it even reached his chest.

For a second Sunwoo feels bad for whoever the owner of the bed is but then jealousy takes over him again because when you squirt, your goodness will leave the owner curious and he generalises the fact that they would take a sniff of his hard work. But hey, bless them because you do taste amazing. 

That’s as close as anyone could ever get to you though. 

His mouth covers your hole, determined to gatekeep you from anyone. Trembling lower body, Sunwoo takes the vibration to his advantage, strategically alternating between little prods, kitten licks and longer slurps on your pink clit, the overstimulation making you close your legs and trap him in your scent. 

“Fuck! Give me a break!” A second wave comes over you and you let your volume double with the fast second release.

“You did it to yourself.” Sunwoo drinks all the evidence he can, the taste more addicting and melting than scorching forty-percent from downstairs. “Don't get all tired and hate me now.” Fabric rustles against skin and your hooded eyes catch sight of Sunwoo climbing to the bed once more.

“What about you then?” Trying to distract his lust to catch your breath, “How many girls have you downed?”

“Jealous that they weren't you?” It's sickening how caring he became while asking that. It's even more crushing when the back of Sunwoo’s hand caresses your red skin from his actions before. “You need to be thoughtful to other people.”

“Yeah well,” you exhale, focusing on the cooling effect the sweat had on your chest, “you ruined my dress and I'm walking home without pants.”

The comment snaps him back to the sex in the air. Your eyes widen when he gives you a soul-crushing kiss, biting on your bottom lip successfully easing you back into the atmosphere. Your hands fly to his shoulders, pulling him deeper and you taste yourself in his mouth.

“Oh, you're not going home tonight.” Instantly Sunwoo makes you sit up and he cradles you in his hands as he sits comfortably to the edge of the bed. “Make me cum.” He adjusts your position for your recovering body, folded knees straddling him. 

You see this green light pass his eyes for a second and knowing Sunwoo, beneath that fuckboy image he has, he has trouble containing his feelings whenever another male touches you. You see it in the way his eye twitches and the public display of kissing; you learnt that all from him whether he notices or not.

Deciding to somewhat thank him for the lessons that got you laid when you wanted, your hips move slowly, dragging forwards and your ass jiggles when it relaxes backwards.

“I'm not even yours.” It takes everything in Sunwoo not to kiss your pretty lips and stop your words, “yet you fuck me like I am.”

Why didn't he remove his boxers? He had no strength to do it now, a hand holding the back of your neck while the other guides and supports your thrusts, picking the pace up himself.

“When the fuck did you become so good at riding?” Who the fuck did you practice on to be this good? The tip just prodding on your entrance, almost engulfed at the thrust in before popping out when you back away.

That's usually how you break Kim Sunwoo. Pulling away after giving him a taste of you. Oh how you enjoyed the way he grips your waist, his hand engraved on you.

The building up for him continues intensely when you return the marks that cover your neck on his. He whispers to the shell of your ear with each sucking and cursing, fueling your body to thrust against him harder.

The way your hands brush his pectoral and your thumb swipes on his nipples only makes his clothed cock rub against yours faster. The speed increase makes your eyes shut, focusing on the rubbing feeling whilst pushing through to mark his clean skin, burying your head snugly into the crook of his salty neck.

You know within the second that Sunwoo hisses and bites on your ear that the wetness below is mostly due to him, especially with how the veins of his neck become apparent as he breathes through his nose.

“My turn to have fun.” 

It sends Sunwoo’s brain into a frenzy when you kneel before him, both his hands supporting the bed. Through his eyelashes, he lets you pull the last clothing to the ground, covering your small fist on the base of his growing cock.

Your lips pucker, covering the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. Here and there, your tongue swipes down on the centre line, collecting the precum on your tongue. 

“Don't tease, slut.” He warns you and you just shrug nonchalantly, whipping your braids out of your way. “I'll wreck your mouth.”

“Try me, loser.”

Because you quickly took control. Your cheeks hollow and within seconds, the head that you took care of is at the back of your throat, reflexively gagging you—so maybe you forgot how big Sunwoo is because it makes you riled up that you can't take his dick just like all the other guys you fucked.

A deep chuckle resonates, two hands around your neck. “Looks like someone is having trouble.” The feeling stretches when Sunwoo pushes you in further, your lips now meeting the base of his cock.

He hisses at the pulsing feeling of your constricting throat and the fingers digging into his inner thigh. Mercilessly, your throat is used as his cock sleeve, the way he doesn’t bother adding movement killing every bit of you. The tears finally escape your eyes and Sunwoo lets out the sweetest coos and swabs the trace of your mascara clean, kissing your scalp and pulling you away mid-way before forcing his length down your throat again.

“Scream.” He commands you, doing the same thing once more, “Let's hear who’s taking me so well.” fingers running on your shoulders to pull you deeper, “Ah, but I guess not because someone can't even suck me off properly, hey?”

Your blood boils at his smirk and the way he cracks the tension in his neck. Sunwoo raises an eyebrow, winking at you and waiting for you to move. Blowjobs have always been like this for you. You would underestimate his girth, provoke him (and yourself), bring him full to your mouth, realising it's too big and you freeze trying to adjust to his size.

His massive cock transferred from his matching ego—you hate that your body is too small for him.

It takes him by surprise when you start to let out moans, the vibration of the noise making his dick straighten and harder. His voice croaks, realising that you've found another way to make him cum other than your hands.

His breath hitches but his chest relaxes, “Show me what you got.”

He wouldn’t lie if he said his gut was wrenching in anticipation; the girl who knows his body the best is getting to know his body more. The thought makes him pull your twin braids down when you start to bop your head and suck his length. You cry at the tug, the stinging on your scalp only propelling your body to wreck Sunwoo more. 

Within seconds, your saliva fully coats the veins of his girth. Sunwoo goes through the motion, the cool air hitting him before being replaced by your hot mouth.

“Look who’s taking me so well,” he takes a glance down at you, once again wiping the tears from your eyes. “Doing amazing, Princess. Just like that.”

Sunwoo’s moans intensified and so did your grip on his inner thighs. The final grunt is the sign of his cum that drenches your mouth seconds after that. The sight of you successfully taking him after all those past rounds of fucking made him feral, swooping you back into his lap for him to kiss, your arms dangling by your side.

It's strange, the way he kisses you. It's like he doesn't want to let you go. With the way, his tongue swipes over your upper lip as a way to ask for permission. How his arm wraps around your back way too carefully for you to second guess if he hates you or not.

The pads of his thumb clean you of his mess on the corners of your mouth and just beneath your nose. Sunwoo smirks when you throw your head back in relief after giving space to breathe even though his palms are wrapped around your neck—this is the Sunwoo you're used to.

The kiss elicits a hateful remark. “You taste disgusting.” Sunwoo ignores it. His thumb swipes on the corner of your lip where a little bit of him managed to slip away, collecting and pushing his thumb back past your teeth. 

“Look at you swallowing without command.” He swoops right in for another taste of himself, nodding and evaluating the comment you said. “I taste amazing, thank you very much.”

“Is that what the other girls sa—”

Your breath hitches when the pad of his fingers gives multiple but definite slaps on the surface of your slit. The shaking breaths are beginning to show, and the glare that you put on is still somewhat strong.

“Oh, baby.” His hand grips on the dip of your waist, pushing you down for control. “How many times have you cummed?” Three fingers group together and slip into your needy cunt, “Why are you still so tight?”

“Shut the fuck u—”

His hand rips away from you, the stretch unsatisfyingly gone and the string tightens once more.

“You really have to find another insult to use.”

You let him do his job, throwing you face down to the bed. His hand snakes to your chin, turning it to the side before he completely lays on top of you, defined abdomen on the surface of the back. With every movement, he proceeds to make sure that his dick is near your entrance, knocking on the depths of heaven.

“Beg and you'll get it.” Rolling his hips with yours. “You think you can take control when you're literally soaking this bed.” The hair covering your face is moved to expose the sweat dripping down your neck. “You've had your fun.” 

“Just fuck me.” You feel Sunwoo getting faster with his humps, your fist taking homage by taking the fabric of the sheets into your fists. “Jesus fucking Christ, Sunwoo you know you need me too.”

The fact that his length springs up shows the truth. He does in fact want you—probably more than you want him. It does his heart many ways but for now, with you all splattered underneath him, he knows he has to do more to make you cry for his body.

That's his objective at this moment: to hear you cry for him. 

Sunwoo’s bang fell over his eyes and if only you knew of how much he's been wanting you, you probably wouldn't have been so taunting with your words. No words could describe the feeling of when Sunwoo pushes his body up, turning you around to your back, folding your knees and entering the smaller hole out of the two on your south.

The sudden play runs electricity through your body. Your breasts are squeezed under his palm and he uses the body part to control the intensity of his swing

Ear-piercing screams are what make Sunwoo smirk, stretching you out more. He no longer cares about your tears tainting your pale face, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Seems like someone has been here not too long ago.” Calculated and strong. His arm muscles flex to put your scooting body in place at the strength of his hips. “It's not as tight as I thought.”

“Oh my God.” 

Miraculously answering between your sobs. Your fingernails scratch his back, shouting and whimpering moans most probably louder than the wasted party downstairs. The pain stimulates Sunwoo to grow deeper, faster against you, to fill the whole house with your melody.

“If only I could breed you through this hole.” 

Can this man shut the fuck up?

“Don't you like the idea of carrying a little me?”

Gasping for air, the pleasure of him reaching untouched territory from the last month makes you wheeze, the added stimulation around your neck firing you up.

“This.” Like before, your legs rest on his shoulder. His arms press against you, buckling and trapping your knees as he continues to pant through the slams in the new angle.

“Is what happens.” Another grunt from you as you feel your ass unable to fully contain the bulge inside of you, your cervix receiving the pleasure and making you closer and closer to blacking out. 

“When you don't beg enough.” He mixes his cum with the rhythm of your squirtings orgasm, the two mixing into a cloudly liquid on both of your lower areas, a string attaching the both of you as Sunwoo continues his pounding until he hears you audibly take a breath.  

“Ready to say the right words, Princess?” 

Your hole milks him, constricting around the neck of his shaft. The pressure is a bit tight for his liking but Sunwoo could care less about that when you're speechless to even say anything.

He's doing it again. 

Destroying you and then putting you back together. If only you could speak telepathically, you would ask why he bothered to warn you as he pulled out of your dripping hole. You would ask why he bothers to wipe your forehead clean and press a meaningful kiss afterwards. You would ask why he bothers to put a hand under your head, freeing the strands of hair that were disgustingly stuck on your nape.

He frees your legs, setting your foot down and reliving the ache at the back of your thigh from earlier. And now, he offers you those sweet and disgusting eyes that make you forget about how he was showing you how he would rearrange your guts more.

The knuckles of his hands sweep across your cheek, the soft circular motion across your skin rendering you breathless.

“What are you doing?” The question comes out croaked.

“Just wanted to make sure my little baby is still aware of her surroundings.” The smug on his face didn't match the whisper from his lips. “Gotta make sure she's aware when I fuck her again.”

The provocation to ruin you involuntary makes your knees buckle but it never reaches because Sunwoo slots a leg there, his knee purposely nudging on your still throbbing clit.

“S-Sunwoo.” 

Your brain is melting with how Sunwoo’s eyes get darker and darker. He hovers above you, the veins running down his arms trapping you between the sides of your head. 

What he offers you is conflicting, his head zooming down to steal a kiss from your plump lips, mumbling sweet nothings as he chews and pulls on your bottom lip in satisfaction with the shuddering moans you give. Desperate for stimulation, your hands even push down on his nape, crushing his plump lips onto your face. 

“Woah.” Sunwoo smiles in content. “Easy, Princess.” But he didn't take his advice, roughly entering his tongue into your mouth, wiping and exploring the insides of your cheeks and the roof of your mouth.

He's never done that before. 

Usually after biting your lower lip, Kim Sunwoo would just spit down the inside of your throat, a hand wrapping on the outside as he forces the liquid to stay trapped in you as he cums inside your dripping hole. The order is now wrecked and you didn't know what to expect anymore.

Kim Sunwoo continues to devour you, a hand leaving the sheets and taking hold of the side of your neck. You anticipated that he would grip onto you but he didn't, instead his thumb brushes over your collarbones, curving down to your waist—he even dares to stroke your dip with his skinny fingers. He separates from your swollen lips, again with a strand connecting your session as he moves on.

Similar to the treatment you got earlier, Sunwoo gapes his lips, attacking the neck that he held soothingly earlier. He alternates the sucking with his teeth, determined to mark you up again for the world to see.

“W-What—Sunw—” Truly a wonder he's being right now. The hand on your waist makes its way up again and you feel breathless at the lack of strength he's exerting.

“Stay still for me.” Before diving to make another mold of his teeth on your skin. Trails of purple and blue make their way visible on the other side of your neck, Sunwoo now burying his nose between the valley of your breasts. The tip of his nose ghosts the space between, his cooler skin hitting your burning skin making you gasp. 

“Why are you…” but the words die when Sunwoo grunts and starts to contrast the fingers that danced on you before. 

This is it. This is the Kim Sunwoo you know.

The one that's nibbling on your right just like before, swirling on top of your enlarged buds to the point your back arches further towards his mouth. But his fingers weren't like the oral session from earlier, the one seconds before he enters into you, but more like the seconds just before he places the marks on your neck. The other hand just rests on your left side, not doing anything but pushing your back down on the drenched sheets.

The sexual tension increases but so do your frustrations about the way he's handling you so slowly and sensually. Before, you relished in his smug face, smirking at the way his cock entered into you, but now he's not even smiling, just closing his eyes as he nurses you slowly.

It was so slow and understimulating that you could speak normally.

“You’ve gone soft on me, Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo hums, not minding your words.

“I tried to contact you so many times during the past month.” And that's when he froze. “What were you doing?”

He knows that he couldn't avoid the question any longer but he has rehearsed for this conversation. Sunwoo smiles against his work of art, releasing your nipple with a final kiss. You're an idiot to think that he would answer you properly and you regret loving the smirk on his face.

“Why? Couldn't get any good fucks?”

But there's an emotion behind his eyes that you didn't miss. A strike similar to a shooting star, or basically a rock that passes through that makes your eyebrows furrow. Sunwoo swipes his thumb across the growing crease between your eyebrows and he listens to the pounding of his heart when he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. 

“Sunwoo.” 

You call him out once more. The boy crawls away from you with a smile that you can't help but question. His knees shift away to the end of the bed but he still manages to steal another smooch from you, leaving another one on the tip of your nose.

“I'll give you my hoodie.” 

When he said that, you expected him to chuck it to you, grimacing and telling you to cover yourself up. So you're more than surprised when he quickly puts his pants and top on, his hair messily attractive and sits on the edge of the bed next to you. 

His orbs hypnotised you and for the first time, your heart clenched at the way he gave you a forced slight tug of his lips. Sunwoo manages to slip his oversized hoodie as well as the panties that had a little bit of him onto your leg, even propping you up so that he can secure the elastic nicely around your hips.

“Can you walk or did I destroy you that bad?”

“Wait,” you shake your head bewildered at his implications. “That's it?”

“Yeah?” Sunwoo answers as if he's not craving to go down on you once more. The gulp is dry down his throat and his hand is already on the door knob.

The door clicks shut again as soon as the outside light seeps through. Your palm stops the wood from separating from its frame and without thinking, your hands encircle his neck to pull him down into a sweet kiss, your back making sure the room stays private. Sunwoo hums into your mouth, closing his eyes in euphoria at the light tugs you give his scalp.

When you pull away, Sunwoo gives you a dazed look, a cloud forming from his eyes. “What's wrong?” His breath hitches when your fingers rake through his still sweaty hair but he focuses on the scent of your shampoo mixed with his cologne, trying to ignore how soft you're handling him. “Tell me, Woo.”

“Nothing's wrong.” He lies through lidded eyes. “You should go back to Younghoon. Left him with blue balls there.”

His demeanour only prompts you to kiss his chin up to his jawline where you whisper to him. “I don't care about him.”

“Oh?” Hoping you don't see through his teasing facade. “Hard to believe when you were grinding all over him back there.”

You're not giving into his jokes and he can tell with how the curiosity morphs into genuine worry. A soft palm encases his left blushing cheek and you give him what he thinks to be the cutest, most stunning smile. The room seems to be spinning and he holds onto your hips to steady himself. With it, he blurts out the start of his thoughts.

“I'm in love with you.” Sunwoo’s heart plummets when you stop the soothing rakes across his scalp. “But I know we're just fucking around and that I don't actually mean anything to you.”

You never knew that Sunwoo could appear so dejected. You're sure you didn't imagine the tears welling up in his eyes.

“You're in love with me?” You seek confirmation above the pounding of your heart. “Why?”

“Does there have to be a reason?” His shoulders rise only to flop back down again. “Nothing will change, will it?” It pains him that you'll never truly be his and he leans on your forehead, hoping that his genuine thoughts for you are passed through.

“I don't know.” You say truthfully, scared of the sudden words he's saying. “Do you want it to?”

A shaky inhale goes through his lungs and you stop your fingers on the outline of his jawline. “It's fine. Forget I said anyth—”

“No, Woo.” The pad of your thumb stops his rambling. “I know you want something from me.”

Sunwoo is greeted with the smile he's deeply fallen in love with, paired with the pearly white that he always looks for amid all the people at school. To say that he is crushing on you is an understatement. Above all the sex that you did, there were times when you both connected deeply. Above all the glares and provocation, he calls you whenever he needs comfort. Above all the marks he puts on your body, is the deeper want to have you only to himself.

“A date.” You kept your attention light on him, affirmatively humming even though he darted them away to the ground. “Not the fucking that we do and walk out after, but the ones where I come pick you up and give you flowers. And we go to the restaurant and you steal my food. The ones that innocent movies depict." 

And you’ve always known that Sunwoo is a romantic lover with the way he holds your hands in his or the way he just had to cup your face when you’re crying, his thumb wiping across the undersides of your eyes. “If my baby boy wants to go on a date with me, I can't refuse, can I?”

“W-What?” 

It's kind of cute to see the boy that you used to hate and vomit over so flustered. Your eyes form a crescent shape and you hide your blushing face in Sunwoo's chest. Sunwoo feels the fabric of his shirt crumpled behind and he swears he stops breathing when you press a wet kiss to his collarbone. “Date, time, location and dress code.”

The date went extremely well. 

Too well? Maybe?

No such things between you both honestly.

And also, was there any point in asking for the dress code when everything is going to be stripped away from you in the end?

Sunwoo knocks on the door of your empty house with a bouquet that covers his face. The sight woke the butterflies in your stomach that also kick you from side to side because this side of Kim Sunwoo, the one where the corners of his lips don't convey a smirk, the one where he tries to hold your hand hesitantly and the one who presses a still kiss as a greeting, is a new side that you'll get used to.

But for now, in your room, heaving from another ruined orgasm, Sunwoo is back to the rough person he is. The appearance of his lower face drenched in your juice makes your eyes roll to the back of your head instantly, the crown of your head deep in your pillow.

"You're fucking joking." Exhausted and throbbing with need, fingers itching to get a grip of him and pull him towards you.

"Not really." He mocks the contort of your face. "Those were needed, baby."

Being edged once made you breathless and Sunwoo loves how your pelvis grinds against the air for release, taking the look of your south clenching around nothing. It's even worse that he has positioned your legs folded, knees up, hands around your ankle, holding you down to the mattress as tears brim out from your eyes. 

And Kim Sunwoo is unrelenting.

“So,” going back down to your glistening buds, blowing air in short, sharp relays, “having fun?” the tip of his tongue starts on the hole he entered a few days ago, up to flicking your swollen clit.

“Please, baby boy, please.” You're desperate. “Let me cum.” Just something…

Intrigued, his eyes shot to yours. “What does my pretty girl want from me?” He offers you a simple flick of the tear rolling down your eyes. “Say it and you’ll get it.”

“Everything of you.” That’s all it took for Sunwoo to release the grip he has and for his chest to meet with yours, his lips offering you a passionate kiss as he spits a little bit of him, eyes dark to tell you to swallow. 

When you gulp, a hand rests on your collarbone but the pressure is just what you need to fall in love with him more. Sunwoo lets you catch a breath and he takes this time to see the beads of sweat on your forehead as the strands stuck on it, your whole face is red and your lips are heaving exhales but to him, you’re still the most beautiful person in the whole world. A hand cups your cheek and you focus on how he bites his lower lip, fascinated at how he looks at you intently with golden swirls in his orbs.

His heart swells at the way you brush your hands against his from earlier, first linking your pointer with his and gradually increasing until you take his whole hand. His heart remembers the way it thumps against his chest with the way your eyes shape into crescents, smiling with your lips. His legs remember intentionally taking smaller steps just so that he could have you by his side, his thump stroking your waist. 

His train of wholesome thoughts ends when you unexpectedly reach out to grab his dick, Sunwoo moaning out at the way you expertly handled him. Your hands enwrap on him, pulling up slowly before pushing back down as he gives into the pleasure, laying his forehead on yours.

A thumb swipes on the slit of his cock when you pull. His hisses and breaths hit your philtrum but you wouldn't have it any other way, kissing the tip of his nose as his face contorted slightly, close to his release.

“No,” he forces himself to stop, a vein clearly down his neck in impatience. “I want to cum inside you.” Furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of you increasing your speed.

“Paint me first.” How could he resist that offer when you bat your eyelashes so prettily? Deep grunts fill the room, the string of white spreading across your abdomen.

The mess he created only made Sunwoo riled up, his fingers brushing to collect his cum and he spread the liquid to your lips like makeup. It’s a new type of play for you both but you enjoy the kitten licks that you steal as he continues to clean you up in a different way. 

“Dirty.” Sunwoo grins proudly. His knees move closer to your hips and he holds your legs closed between them, his still hard length resting on top of your needy cunt—what comes with that is the prodding of your clit being swallowed between his slit.

The throbbing makes you squirm in his hold but Sunwoo just shakes his head, telling you to hold it for a bit longer. A hand reaches over the back frame behind you and his eyes scan through your pout, very contrasting to your erect nipples.

Kim Sunwoo loves you through and with his successful confession after your dinner date that led you to this bed, you know now that you love him too.

“I love you.” The way you cup and stroke his sharp jawline makes him weak and his hands slide down to take a fistful of the sheets.

“Is this your way of telling me that you want to cum, pretty girl?”

Your sound resonated and it was supposed to be light but the gripping he had on the wood only made him want to ruin you more.

“Please, baby boy?” Exaggerating the shine in your eyes. 

Both of his hands make their way underneath your thighs, folding you into position. Sunwoo collects his saliva and spits it down to your cunt. You're so sensitive that the liquid only made you even more desperate.

“Okay,” he affirms the glare and curse words. “I'm going to rock your world.”

Sunwoo finally plunges into your needy hole and the stretch is incredibly satisfying. You could tell that Sunwoo is finding pleasure in your pulsing walls as well and he could again, just release into the pressure of it all.

Your nails immediately find a place on his back, scratching it white as it fades to red as you grab a hold of him. Sunwoo plunges into you slowly and excruciatingly, he didn't ask you to beg though because he picks up his pace, the vibration rippling through your skin from your hips to your boobs that move in motion. 

“So fucking good.” The crown meets your pillow again. “Keep clenching on me, baby.”

“S-Sunw—ah…” You shut your eyes, directing all your attention to the wet noises of your bodies together, the squelching helping you reach closer and closer. “Please don't stop, I'm begging you.”

The fear is evident in your voice. “A new thing-fuck-to beg for, hey?”

In the back of your mind, you hope that one of the metal springs of the mattress could just hit his head but on second thought, that wouldn’t do any good for you. Let’s hope that the creaking of the bed isn’t a sign that the furniture is going to break apart anytime soon.

“Please, please just let me cum.” You continue.

“Fuck.” Lifting your legs to his shoulders to a new angle. This made you scream, “So fucking loud. Let the whole building know.”

“Baby boy…” Your nails imprint on his soft flesh, your teeth holding on to the bottom lip in ecstasy. “Baby…”

At the mention of the last word, Sunwoo goes faster, deeper, his tip touching deep, close to the beginning of your stomach, a bulge starting to become evident.

He's so deep into you that you're so deeply gone.

“Let's put a baby inside you, hm?” Oh, the thought of that… “A mini me or mini you.” Moaning louder. “Just innocent unlike how your body has been handled multiple times.”

Oh God…help your soul. 

“Even then,” a sharp, calculate thrust, “when we have kids running around,” another one, “I'll make sure to never stop fucking you dumb.”

Sunwoo feels the start of your release as your pussy grows louder even when he just keeps his consistent strength and pace. He's also close to the lines between his eyebrows saying so and the addition of your legs crossing behind his back in an attempt to break the band in your stomach draws him inevitably closer. Before he prompts anything out loud, Sunwoo takes your lips between his, making sure that his feelings are conveyed.

“I love you.” 

And though exhausted and broken, you whisper back with trembling lips. “I love you too.”

When the words sink in, he delivers his final offer to you, balls deep inside of you as he now paints your insides. You release along with him, shaking underneath his weight. You're nowhere near enough for him, overflowing even though he’s buried deep inside. 

The aftermath of the strong orgasm has you twitching and jolting, whining and whimpering with a bit of a chuckle. 

Sunwoo rests his forearm beside your face, staring down at you fondly. “Are you alright?” He pushes himself up more, about to pull up but you grab a hold of his arm before he moves further.

“No…” Enjoying the feeling of his softening dick inside yours. “I like it…”

“If my baby likes it,” Sunwoo doesn't increase the gap between you. He instead snakes his hands underneath your back, scooping you up and lays on his side with you. His hand pushes your face to the crook of his neck, smiling at your heaving that cools the sweat on his neck, “then I'm not going anywhere.”

Sunwoo waits for your breaths to even out a bit more but for old times' sake, he pushes his pelvis into you unexpectedly, making sure he’s deeply and comfortably inside you.

Just for his entertainment. 

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» ​PAIRING: tbz kim sunwoo x fem!reader » TROPE/AU​: enemies with benefits 2 lovers, non-idol au » GENRE​: smut 18+ (mdni!!) 🔞 fluff because there are a couple of 'i love you's being thrown in hehe, momentary angst » WORD COUNT: 7899​ » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~29 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): dom!sunwoo, sub!reader, cum play, rough sex, hate sex, mentions of public sex, spit (?) play, reader to sunwoo, usage of slut, pet names (princess, baby girl, baby boy), unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, anal sex (reader receiving), oral sex (both receiving), edging, orgasm denial (not in detail), rapid proofread once

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The neck sits comfortably between the curves that join your pointer and middle finger. Your wrists circle the sweet red, coating the walls in the alcohol for a brief moment. Your other arm encircles around the neck of your ‘date’ as you offer your exposed cleavage as a place for his head to rest.

“You smell good today.” Younghoon compliments you, his hand growing nearer and nearer to your clothed mound. He smiles into your chest with satisfaction with how your manicure scratches his head, letting a small exhale to your neck. “God, I want to ruin you.”

But the smirk you gave him is all for show.

You’re bored in this booming party.

Even though you’re literally sitting on one of the hottest guys in the year group with his growing bulge only getting more evident each time you shift against him purposefully, your eyes are well focused on the other black hair across the room.

Kim Sunwoo looks back at you, jaw tense with gritted teeth. You see how he lets out a scoff when you press a delicate kiss to Younghoon’s forehead, eyes still locked with his. All of a sudden, the girl that is littering kisses on his neck makes his growing erection soft. Anger, confusion and envy (though he would never admit it to your pretty face) swarm and mix evidently in his face. 

God, he hates you so much.

From your soft straight long hair to the push-up bra that you’re wearing that makes your chest all the more appetising to him. From your sharp jawline that he has marked many times in the locker room, the sports equipment room and the empty classroom after school hours. From your short skirts and no safety pants that you wear at parties like this one, hiking up to show the new panties that he has never undressed you from. 

But you guess, with the many times that you have let Sunwoo in your pants, he has probably fucked you enough times to know your wardrobe at this point.

Sunwoo’s eyebrows furrow with the way you spread your legs further, publicly letting Younghoon’s hand hide there, his thumb now trapped between your slit that slowly becomes wetter. It makes Sunwoo furious that even though Younghoon is probably moaning like a disgusting starved man, you still dared to throw him that look: swiping the tip of your tongue on your upper lip, accommodating the move with a slow wink.

It riles him up and he groans at how fuckable you look with your two braids that he has pulled on before as he took you on all fours that one time in his car.

Though his throat lets out a dismissive hum at the girl giving him the same look as you across the room, his eyes are still on your black dainty spaghetti straps, the muscles of his fingers curling slightly at the sight of your exposed shoulder.

“Look at me.” She drags the final syllable, pulling Sunwoo’s attention back to her by the hem of his collar. “I want you.” a harsher tug. “So bad.”

Hearing the words from a different girl than you did him wonders and he hates that the lips pressed against his aren’t yours. Though Sunwoo is known to work his wonders on many different women, you were the first one that made his body crave more. You’re the first one who rode him in all different types of positions while the others prefer to be laid and fucked with him doing all the work—but if it's you, he would gladly do everything for you. Whenever his length meets the pressure of your walls, he embarrassingly could’ve tapped out then but his ego allows him to keep going, making sure that you have some relief first.

He’s always prioritised you.

So why were you being such a brat, with that googly eyes but sharp stare on him while you act like a slut on someone else’s dick?  Why did you slip your hands between the space of his two school blouse buttons, plunging your nails and marking his skin as if he's the only one for you? Why did you always kiss him so passionately whenever he pulled you by the waist even though he’s being a gentleman and making sure that you don’t get trampled by the other students in the filled hallway?

He hates that you’re the only one his body, heart and mind want.

All the rushing thoughts only deepen his lust for you especially when he sees your head now tilted up, mouth gaped open and eyes almost fully rolling back when you straddle Younghoon’s hips.

Unfortunately for the other needy girl, Sunwoo puts too much force when he takes her off his body and makes a determined beeline towards your flexed shoulder blades as you continue to do your magic on Younghoon. Letting his body take control, his hands roughly pull on your shoulder, successfully getting you on your feet. Your back hits his chest and you know with just the way he tilts your chin sideways that you won the game of cat and dog. 

“Looks like we have some things to figure out.” The leftover vodka hits your nose delightfully and the slight growl he gives out when you just bat your eye makes you melt a little bit.

Sunwoo grips your waist, turning you around and kicking the back of your shoe as a non-verbal order to start walking and leave the flabbergasted boy behind; Younghoon doesn’t deserve you but he definitely deserves to know how it feels like to be left high and dry by you.

“Lost your cool?” 

The provocation makes Sunwoo click his tongue against the back of his teeth, slamming your back on a nearby door. His hand slaps the wood, close to your ear. He couldn’t help but grin when you blink at the slapping sound.

“You’ve been insufferable for the last month.” The side of his pointer finger trails the jawline he misses most. “What’s your game, Princess?” stopping at your chin, “How many counts did you manage to increase since we last fucked?” directly to your cleavage, “How much makeup did you use to cover the evidence, hm?”

His face dives closer to yours, his breath tickling your plumper lips, ready to have the first clash and contact with him in months. Sunwoo initiates the kiss, slotting and hissing when he tastes the aged grape on your tongue. Your mewls are the reason why the wall behind you breaks, the creaking of the door opening and closing as soon as possible, Sunwoo skillfully flicks the lights on as he keeps the breathless kiss with the support of his hand.

“This fucking dress.” He curses due to how tight it is—bodycon and hot on you but too tight for him to reach anything intimate on your body. “Younghoon, huh?” He remarks when the back of your knees hit the edge of the owned mattress.

Sunwoo still devours your lips, strings of saliva hanging in the air. “Hungry?” You croaked out between the small gap of air. “Or horny?”

“Shut the fuck up.” With a push of his fingers, you’re laid down and the distance allows you to droll over the boy who’s knees dug onto the mattress next to your waist. “That mouth of yours.” He handles your cheeks roughly, shaking your head from side to side, a dark gaze filling him. “The only things that you can say are my name,” he spits inside the hole he made, “scream, shout, moan and mewl.” He releases you, eyes menacingly telling you to swallow, “Make sure the house knows who’s breaking you inside out.”

It’s like a dream for him to finally have you under him again. The weight of his hips traps yours below, rubbing his bulge skillfully on your growing needy clothed pussy. The position couldn’t even make your knees raise to rest your ankle on the softer surface and it’s when you realise that Sunwoo would not go easy on you tonight.

He’s planning to break you and he most probably will.

“Put your slutty legs down.” Open-mouth kisses land on the left side of your neck and they leave you gasping at how Sunwoo stretches your skin between his teeth but also by just leaving his teeth marks on your skin. “That’s it.” He encourages you, swiping the abused area before going to another one, sucking and making sure purple and pink paint your pale skin.

It’s satisfying knowledge for your dripping cunt to know that Sunwoo is still just like how you remember him. His hands fly to your straps, snapping the thin fabric and ignoring your exclamations of curse words. Your dress and bra are rolled down to the bottom of your boobs, Sunwoo once again salivating at the delicious sight. His head plays the scenes from before where Younghoon found himself comfortable at the same chest that he now claims as his and he snarls, the memory motivating him to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck!” The pain surges when his fingers pinch your sensitive left, pulling it up, letting it go and repeating while the other is nibbled, sucked and twirled around its circumference with his wet muscle. “Shit! Why are you so fucking rou—” The free hand flies to cup your mouth, muffling your moans and wails as you feel the tears forming around the corners of your eyes. 

“I don’t recall letting you complain.” Consistent with the bright blemishes on your neck, Sunwoo places similar ones around both of your boobs; underside, very close to your areolas and the valley that Younghoon’s nose was in. “Take it or I’ll leave you here and I’ll make sure you’ll be crying and begging me to let you cum.”

Sunwoo leaves your body for a while and though spent, your eyes quickly take in the best person who knows your body. Some of his front bangs are stuck to his forehead, hair overall messy. The cross on his chain makes you smile, knowing that God should look away at the sins that he will soon commit to your body. Before you can observe his shirt, he discards it and throws it carelessly in the room leaving you to observe the perfect lines of his abs.

“A warning for you,” he kneels before your soaking south. You thought that Sunwoo is amazingly hot but when he hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls you down the bed, you really could have cummed there. Sunwoo rests your thighs on his shoulder, his nose swooping into the collected scent of your arousal, his eyes rolling back with a loud moan, “if you cum without permission,” He literally drinks your arousal, sucking the soaked fabric, slurping any of your precum and filling his throat in the appetiser.

“No—Sunwo—Fuck!!” Your ripped panties are now stuffed in your mouth, an effective way of getting you to quiet down for the next sex activity. Your hands are no longer free, trapped wrists held together with just one hand. 

“Forget it,” he chuckles, nose brushing on your slit, “less talk.” His tongue rapidly flicks against your clit, two fingers inside your gummy walls immediately. “More screaming.”

You did scream and your upper body thrashed around the bed, twisting and slowly unravelling by the touch of Sunwoo’s hand. For a second, your restrained hands on your stomach caught his hair but Sunwoo literally weakens you by pushing your abdomen down, your fingers twitching harshly.

“Fuck, Princess.” He devours every drop, slurping the ones that escaped down your hole and ones that trickled down his arm. He blows on your clit, making you squirm in his hold. “You're so wet.”

How could you not be? With his perfect fingers just slipping through, stretching you out while also hitting the spot that no one else has ever reached. The squelching of your pussy with his actions is the reason why your body burns and thighs start to shake and your hips roll against his face more.

Sunwoo smiles against your flesh, continuing to race your high. “Don't you hate it that I'm the only one who fucking knows,” and he goes fast; insanely fast. “how to make you feel good?”

“Hmph!” The only response, stopping your head from giving the satisfying nod that he wants.

Frustrated at your actions, the cloth is taken out roughly, burning the sides of your mouth at the yank.

“Answer me properly.” His fingers hook down on your body, wiggling and stimulating you more. “Beg.” Hypnotising you by biting the skin of your stomach.

You gasp for air, your hairline deep in the pillow, “Sunwoo.” You had to give an indication, “Please!”

It's a puny request but he'll settle with it for now. “Do it.” He taunts, “cum all over me.”

The rope inside of you breaks, liquid arousal spilling uncontrollably on the sheets and it was so strong that it even reached his chest.

For a second Sunwoo feels bad for whoever the owner of the bed is but then jealousy takes over him again because when you squirt, your goodness will leave the owner curious and he generalises the fact that they would take a sniff of his hard work. But hey, bless them because you do taste amazing. 

That’s as close as anyone could ever get to you though. 

His mouth covers your hole, determined to gatekeep you from anyone. Trembling lower body, Sunwoo takes the vibration to his advantage, strategically alternating between little prods, kitten licks and longer slurps on your pink clit, the overstimulation making you close your legs and trap him in your scent. 

“Fuck! Give me a break!” A second wave comes over you and you let your volume double with the fast second release.

“You did it to yourself.” Sunwoo drinks all the evidence he can, the taste more addicting and melting than scorching forty-percent from downstairs. “Don't get all tired and hate me now.” Fabric rustles against skin and your hooded eyes catch sight of Sunwoo climbing to the bed once more.

“What about you then?” Trying to distract his lust to catch your breath, “How many girls have you downed?”

“Jealous that they weren't you?” It's sickening how caring he became while asking that. It's even more crushing when the back of Sunwoo’s hand caresses your red skin from his actions before. “You need to be thoughtful to other people.”

“Yeah well,” you exhale, focusing on the cooling effect the sweat had on your chest, “you ruined my dress and I'm walking home without pants.”

The comment snaps him back to the sex in the air. Your eyes widen when he gives you a soul-crushing kiss, biting on your bottom lip successfully easing you back into the atmosphere. Your hands fly to his shoulders, pulling him deeper and you taste yourself in his mouth.

“Oh, you're not going home tonight.” Instantly Sunwoo makes you sit up and he cradles you in his hands as he sits comfortably to the edge of the bed. “Make me cum.” He adjusts your position for your recovering body, folded knees straddling him. 

You see this green light pass his eyes for a second and knowing Sunwoo, beneath that fuckboy image he has, he has trouble containing his feelings whenever another male touches you. You see it in the way his eye twitches and the public display of kissing; you learnt that all from him whether he notices or not.

Deciding to somewhat thank him for the lessons that got you laid when you wanted, your hips move slowly, dragging forwards and your ass jiggles when it relaxes backwards.

“I'm not even yours.” It takes everything in Sunwoo not to kiss your pretty lips and stop your words, “yet you fuck me like I am.”

Why didn't he remove his boxers? He had no strength to do it now, a hand holding the back of your neck while the other guides and supports your thrusts, picking the pace up himself.

“When the fuck did you become so good at riding?” Who the fuck did you practice on to be this good? The tip just prodding on your entrance, almost engulfed at the thrust in before popping out when you back away.

That's usually how you break Kim Sunwoo. Pulling away after giving him a taste of you. Oh how you enjoyed the way he grips your waist, his hand engraved on you.

The building up for him continues intensely when you return the marks that cover your neck on his. He whispers to the shell of your ear with each sucking and cursing, fueling your body to thrust against him harder.

The way your hands brush his pectoral and your thumb swipes on his nipples only makes his clothed cock rub against yours faster. The speed increase makes your eyes shut, focusing on the rubbing feeling whilst pushing through to mark his clean skin, burying your head snugly into the crook of his salty neck.

You know within the second that Sunwoo hisses and bites on your ear that the wetness below is mostly due to him, especially with how the veins of his neck become apparent as he breathes through his nose.

“My turn to have fun.” 

It sends Sunwoo’s brain into a frenzy when you kneel before him, both his hands supporting the bed. Through his eyelashes, he lets you pull the last clothing to the ground, covering your small fist on the base of his growing cock.

Your lips pucker, covering the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. Here and there, your tongue swipes down on the centre line, collecting the precum on your tongue. 

“Don't tease, slut.” He warns you and you just shrug nonchalantly, whipping your braids out of your way. “I'll wreck your mouth.”

“Try me, loser.”

Because you quickly took control. Your cheeks hollow and within seconds, the head that you took care of is at the back of your throat, reflexively gagging you—so maybe you forgot how big Sunwoo is because it makes you riled up that you can't take his dick just like all the other guys you fucked.

A deep chuckle resonates, two hands around your neck. “Looks like someone is having trouble.” The feeling stretches when Sunwoo pushes you in further, your lips now meeting the base of his cock.

He hisses at the pulsing feeling of your constricting throat and the fingers digging into his inner thigh. Mercilessly, your throat is used as his cock sleeve, the way he doesn’t bother adding movement killing every bit of you. The tears finally escape your eyes and Sunwoo lets out the sweetest coos and swabs the trace of your mascara clean, kissing your scalp and pulling you away mid-way before forcing his length down your throat again.

“Scream.” He commands you, doing the same thing once more, “Let's hear who’s taking me so well.” fingers running on your shoulders to pull you deeper, “Ah, but I guess not because someone can't even suck me off properly, hey?”

Your blood boils at his smirk and the way he cracks the tension in his neck. Sunwoo raises an eyebrow, winking at you and waiting for you to move. Blowjobs have always been like this for you. You would underestimate his girth, provoke him (and yourself), bring him full to your mouth, realising it's too big and you freeze trying to adjust to his size.

His massive cock transferred from his matching ego—you hate that your body is too small for him.

It takes him by surprise when you start to let out moans, the vibration of the noise making his dick straighten and harder. His voice croaks, realising that you've found another way to make him cum other than your hands.

His breath hitches but his chest relaxes, “Show me what you got.”

He wouldn’t lie if he said his gut was wrenching in anticipation; the girl who knows his body the best is getting to know his body more. The thought makes him pull your twin braids down when you start to bop your head and suck his length. You cry at the tug, the stinging on your scalp only propelling your body to wreck Sunwoo more. 

Within seconds, your saliva fully coats the veins of his girth. Sunwoo goes through the motion, the cool air hitting him before being replaced by your hot mouth.

“Look who’s taking me so well,” he takes a glance down at you, once again wiping the tears from your eyes. “Doing amazing, Princess. Just like that.”

Sunwoo’s moans intensified and so did your grip on his inner thighs. The final grunt is the sign of his cum that drenches your mouth seconds after that. The sight of you successfully taking him after all those past rounds of fucking made him feral, swooping you back into his lap for him to kiss, your arms dangling by your side.

It's strange, the way he kisses you. It's like he doesn't want to let you go. With the way, his tongue swipes over your upper lip as a way to ask for permission. How his arm wraps around your back way too carefully for you to second guess if he hates you or not.

The pads of his thumb clean you of his mess on the corners of your mouth and just beneath your nose. Sunwoo smirks when you throw your head back in relief after giving space to breathe even though his palms are wrapped around your neck—this is the Sunwoo you're used to.

The kiss elicits a hateful remark. “You taste disgusting.” Sunwoo ignores it. His thumb swipes on the corner of your lip where a little bit of him managed to slip away, collecting and pushing his thumb back past your teeth. 

“Look at you swallowing without command.” He swoops right in for another taste of himself, nodding and evaluating the comment you said. “I taste amazing, thank you very much.”

“Is that what the other girls sa—”

Your breath hitches when the pad of his fingers gives multiple but definite slaps on the surface of your slit. The shaking breaths are beginning to show, and the glare that you put on is still somewhat strong.

“Oh, baby.” His hand grips on the dip of your waist, pushing you down for control. “How many times have you cummed?” Three fingers group together and slip into your needy cunt, “Why are you still so tight?”

“Shut the fuck u—”

His hand rips away from you, the stretch unsatisfyingly gone and the string tightens once more.

“You really have to find another insult to use.”

You let him do his job, throwing you face down to the bed. His hand snakes to your chin, turning it to the side before he completely lays on top of you, defined abdomen on the surface of the back. With every movement, he proceeds to make sure that his dick is near your entrance, knocking on the depths of heaven.

“Beg and you'll get it.” Rolling his hips with yours. “You think you can take control when you're literally soaking this bed.” The hair covering your face is moved to expose the sweat dripping down your neck. “You've had your fun.” 

“Just fuck me.” You feel Sunwoo getting faster with his humps, your fist taking homage by taking the fabric of the sheets into your fists. “Jesus fucking Christ, Sunwoo you know you need me too.”

The fact that his length springs up shows the truth. He does in fact want you—probably more than you want him. It does his heart many ways but for now, with you all splattered underneath him, he knows he has to do more to make you cry for his body.

That's his objective at this moment: to hear you cry for him. 

Sunwoo’s bang fell over his eyes and if only you knew of how much he's been wanting you, you probably wouldn't have been so taunting with your words. No words could describe the feeling of when Sunwoo pushes his body up, turning you around to your back, folding your knees and entering the smaller hole out of the two on your south.

The sudden play runs electricity through your body. Your breasts are squeezed under his palm and he uses the body part to control the intensity of his swing

Ear-piercing screams are what make Sunwoo smirk, stretching you out more. He no longer cares about your tears tainting your pale face, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Seems like someone has been here not too long ago.” Calculated and strong. His arm muscles flex to put your scooting body in place at the strength of his hips. “It's not as tight as I thought.”

“Oh my God.” 

Miraculously answering between your sobs. Your fingernails scratch his back, shouting and whimpering moans most probably louder than the wasted party downstairs. The pain stimulates Sunwoo to grow deeper, faster against you, to fill the whole house with your melody.

“If only I could breed you through this hole.” 

Can this man shut the fuck up?

“Don't you like the idea of carrying a little me?”

Gasping for air, the pleasure of him reaching untouched territory from the last month makes you wheeze, the added stimulation around your neck firing you up.

“This.” Like before, your legs rest on his shoulder. His arms press against you, buckling and trapping your knees as he continues to pant through the slams in the new angle.

“Is what happens.” Another grunt from you as you feel your ass unable to fully contain the bulge inside of you, your cervix receiving the pleasure and making you closer and closer to blacking out. 

“When you don't beg enough.” He mixes his cum with the rhythm of your squirtings orgasm, the two mixing into a cloudly liquid on both of your lower areas, a string attaching the both of you as Sunwoo continues his pounding until he hears you audibly take a breath.  

“Ready to say the right words, Princess?” 

Your hole milks him, constricting around the neck of his shaft. The pressure is a bit tight for his liking but Sunwoo could care less about that when you're speechless to even say anything.

He's doing it again. 

Destroying you and then putting you back together. If only you could speak telepathically, you would ask why he bothered to warn you as he pulled out of your dripping hole. You would ask why he bothers to wipe your forehead clean and press a meaningful kiss afterwards. You would ask why he bothers to put a hand under your head, freeing the strands of hair that were disgustingly stuck on your nape.

He frees your legs, setting your foot down and reliving the ache at the back of your thigh from earlier. And now, he offers you those sweet and disgusting eyes that make you forget about how he was showing you how he would rearrange your guts more.

The knuckles of his hands sweep across your cheek, the soft circular motion across your skin rendering you breathless.

“What are you doing?” The question comes out croaked.

“Just wanted to make sure my little baby is still aware of her surroundings.” The smug on his face didn't match the whisper from his lips. “Gotta make sure she's aware when I fuck her again.”

The provocation to ruin you involuntary makes your knees buckle but it never reaches because Sunwoo slots a leg there, his knee purposely nudging on your still throbbing clit.

“S-Sunwoo.” 

Your brain is melting with how Sunwoo’s eyes get darker and darker. He hovers above you, the veins running down his arms trapping you between the sides of your head. 

What he offers you is conflicting, his head zooming down to steal a kiss from your plump lips, mumbling sweet nothings as he chews and pulls on your bottom lip in satisfaction with the shuddering moans you give. Desperate for stimulation, your hands even push down on his nape, crushing his plump lips onto your face. 

“Woah.” Sunwoo smiles in content. “Easy, Princess.” But he didn't take his advice, roughly entering his tongue into your mouth, wiping and exploring the insides of your cheeks and the roof of your mouth.

He's never done that before. 

Usually after biting your lower lip, Kim Sunwoo would just spit down the inside of your throat, a hand wrapping on the outside as he forces the liquid to stay trapped in you as he cums inside your dripping hole. The order is now wrecked and you didn't know what to expect anymore.

Kim Sunwoo continues to devour you, a hand leaving the sheets and taking hold of the side of your neck. You anticipated that he would grip onto you but he didn't, instead his thumb brushes over your collarbones, curving down to your waist—he even dares to stroke your dip with his skinny fingers. He separates from your swollen lips, again with a strand connecting your session as he moves on.

Similar to the treatment you got earlier, Sunwoo gapes his lips, attacking the neck that he held soothingly earlier. He alternates the sucking with his teeth, determined to mark you up again for the world to see.

“W-What—Sunw—” Truly a wonder he's being right now. The hand on your waist makes its way up again and you feel breathless at the lack of strength he's exerting.

“Stay still for me.” Before diving to make another mold of his teeth on your skin. Trails of purple and blue make their way visible on the other side of your neck, Sunwoo now burying his nose between the valley of your breasts. The tip of his nose ghosts the space between, his cooler skin hitting your burning skin making you gasp. 

“Why are you…” but the words die when Sunwoo grunts and starts to contrast the fingers that danced on you before. 

This is it. This is the Kim Sunwoo you know.

The one that's nibbling on your right just like before, swirling on top of your enlarged buds to the point your back arches further towards his mouth. But his fingers weren't like the oral session from earlier, the one seconds before he enters into you, but more like the seconds just before he places the marks on your neck. The other hand just rests on your left side, not doing anything but pushing your back down on the drenched sheets.

The sexual tension increases but so do your frustrations about the way he's handling you so slowly and sensually. Before, you relished in his smug face, smirking at the way his cock entered into you, but now he's not even smiling, just closing his eyes as he nurses you slowly.

It was so slow and understimulating that you could speak normally.

“You’ve gone soft on me, Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo hums, not minding your words.

“I tried to contact you so many times during the past month.” And that's when he froze. “What were you doing?”

He knows that he couldn't avoid the question any longer but he has rehearsed for this conversation. Sunwoo smiles against his work of art, releasing your nipple with a final kiss. You're an idiot to think that he would answer you properly and you regret loving the smirk on his face.

“Why? Couldn't get any good fucks?”

But there's an emotion behind his eyes that you didn't miss. A strike similar to a shooting star, or basically a rock that passes through that makes your eyebrows furrow. Sunwoo swipes his thumb across the growing crease between your eyebrows and he listens to the pounding of his heart when he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. 

“Sunwoo.” 

You call him out once more. The boy crawls away from you with a smile that you can't help but question. His knees shift away to the end of the bed but he still manages to steal another smooch from you, leaving another one on the tip of your nose.

“I'll give you my hoodie.” 

When he said that, you expected him to chuck it to you, grimacing and telling you to cover yourself up. So you're more than surprised when he quickly puts his pants and top on, his hair messily attractive and sits on the edge of the bed next to you. 

His orbs hypnotised you and for the first time, your heart clenched at the way he gave you a forced slight tug of his lips. Sunwoo manages to slip his oversized hoodie as well as the panties that had a little bit of him onto your leg, even propping you up so that he can secure the elastic nicely around your hips.

“Can you walk or did I destroy you that bad?”

“Wait,” you shake your head bewildered at his implications. “That's it?”

“Yeah?” Sunwoo answers as if he's not craving to go down on you once more. The gulp is dry down his throat and his hand is already on the door knob.

The door clicks shut again as soon as the outside light seeps through. Your palm stops the wood from separating from its frame and without thinking, your hands encircle his neck to pull him down into a sweet kiss, your back making sure the room stays private. Sunwoo hums into your mouth, closing his eyes in euphoria at the light tugs you give his scalp.

When you pull away, Sunwoo gives you a dazed look, a cloud forming from his eyes. “What's wrong?” His breath hitches when your fingers rake through his still sweaty hair but he focuses on the scent of your shampoo mixed with his cologne, trying to ignore how soft you're handling him. “Tell me, Woo.”

“Nothing's wrong.” He lies through lidded eyes. “You should go back to Younghoon. Left him with blue balls there.”

His demeanour only prompts you to kiss his chin up to his jawline where you whisper to him. “I don't care about him.”

“Oh?” Hoping you don't see through his teasing facade. “Hard to believe when you were grinding all over him back there.”

You're not giving into his jokes and he can tell with how the curiosity morphs into genuine worry. A soft palm encases his left blushing cheek and you give him what he thinks to be the cutest, most stunning smile. The room seems to be spinning and he holds onto your hips to steady himself. With it, he blurts out the start of his thoughts.

“I'm in love with you.” Sunwoo’s heart plummets when you stop the soothing rakes across his scalp. “But I know we're just fucking around and that I don't actually mean anything to you.”

You never knew that Sunwoo could appear so dejected. You're sure you didn't imagine the tears welling up in his eyes.

“You're in love with me?” You seek confirmation above the pounding of your heart. “Why?”

“Does there have to be a reason?” His shoulders rise only to flop back down again. “Nothing will change, will it?” It pains him that you'll never truly be his and he leans on your forehead, hoping that his genuine thoughts for you are passed through.

“I don't know.” You say truthfully, scared of the sudden words he's saying. “Do you want it to?”

A shaky inhale goes through his lungs and you stop your fingers on the outline of his jawline. “It's fine. Forget I said anyth—”

“No, Woo.” The pad of your thumb stops his rambling. “I know you want something from me.”

Sunwoo is greeted with the smile he's deeply fallen in love with, paired with the pearly white that he always looks for amid all the people at school. To say that he is crushing on you is an understatement. Above all the sex that you did, there were times when you both connected deeply. Above all the glares and provocation, he calls you whenever he needs comfort. Above all the marks he puts on your body, is the deeper want to have you only to himself.

“A date.” You kept your attention light on him, affirmatively humming even though he darted them away to the ground. “Not the fucking that we do and walk out after, but the ones where I come pick you up and give you flowers. And we go to the restaurant and you steal my food. The ones that innocent movies depict." 

And you’ve always known that Sunwoo is a romantic lover with the way he holds your hands in his or the way he just had to cup your face when you’re crying, his thumb wiping across the undersides of your eyes. “If my baby boy wants to go on a date with me, I can't refuse, can I?”

“W-What?” 

It's kind of cute to see the boy that you used to hate and vomit over so flustered. Your eyes form a crescent shape and you hide your blushing face in Sunwoo's chest. Sunwoo feels the fabric of his shirt crumpled behind and he swears he stops breathing when you press a wet kiss to his collarbone. “Date, time, location and dress code.”

The date went extremely well. 

Too well? Maybe?

No such things between you both honestly.

And also, was there any point in asking for the dress code when everything is going to be stripped away from you in the end?

Sunwoo knocks on the door of your empty house with a bouquet that covers his face. The sight woke the butterflies in your stomach that also kick you from side to side because this side of Kim Sunwoo, the one where the corners of his lips don't convey a smirk, the one where he tries to hold your hand hesitantly and the one who presses a still kiss as a greeting, is a new side that you'll get used to.

But for now, in your room, heaving from another ruined orgasm, Sunwoo is back to the rough person he is. The appearance of his lower face drenched in your juice makes your eyes roll to the back of your head instantly, the crown of your head deep in your pillow.

"You're fucking joking." Exhausted and throbbing with need, fingers itching to get a grip of him and pull him towards you.

"Not really." He mocks the contort of your face. "Those were needed, baby."

Being edged once made you breathless and Sunwoo loves how your pelvis grinds against the air for release, taking the look of your south clenching around nothing. It's even worse that he has positioned your legs folded, knees up, hands around your ankle, holding you down to the mattress as tears brim out from your eyes. 

And Kim Sunwoo is unrelenting.

“So,” going back down to your glistening buds, blowing air in short, sharp relays, “having fun?” the tip of his tongue starts on the hole he entered a few days ago, up to flicking your swollen clit.

“Please, baby boy, please.” You're desperate. “Let me cum.” Just something…

Intrigued, his eyes shot to yours. “What does my pretty girl want from me?” He offers you a simple flick of the tear rolling down your eyes. “Say it and you’ll get it.”

“Everything of you.” That’s all it took for Sunwoo to release the grip he has and for his chest to meet with yours, his lips offering you a passionate kiss as he spits a little bit of him, eyes dark to tell you to swallow. 

When you gulp, a hand rests on your collarbone but the pressure is just what you need to fall in love with him more. Sunwoo lets you catch a breath and he takes this time to see the beads of sweat on your forehead as the strands stuck on it, your whole face is red and your lips are heaving exhales but to him, you’re still the most beautiful person in the whole world. A hand cups your cheek and you focus on how he bites his lower lip, fascinated at how he looks at you intently with golden swirls in his orbs.

His heart swells at the way you brush your hands against his from earlier, first linking your pointer with his and gradually increasing until you take his whole hand. His heart remembers the way it thumps against his chest with the way your eyes shape into crescents, smiling with your lips. His legs remember intentionally taking smaller steps just so that he could have you by his side, his thump stroking your waist. 

His train of wholesome thoughts ends when you unexpectedly reach out to grab his dick, Sunwoo moaning out at the way you expertly handled him. Your hands enwrap on him, pulling up slowly before pushing back down as he gives into the pleasure, laying his forehead on yours.

A thumb swipes on the slit of his cock when you pull. His hisses and breaths hit your philtrum but you wouldn't have it any other way, kissing the tip of his nose as his face contorted slightly, close to his release.

“No,” he forces himself to stop, a vein clearly down his neck in impatience. “I want to cum inside you.” Furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of you increasing your speed.

“Paint me first.” How could he resist that offer when you bat your eyelashes so prettily? Deep grunts fill the room, the string of white spreading across your abdomen.

The mess he created only made Sunwoo riled up, his fingers brushing to collect his cum and he spread the liquid to your lips like makeup. It’s a new type of play for you both but you enjoy the kitten licks that you steal as he continues to clean you up in a different way. 

“Dirty.” Sunwoo grins proudly. His knees move closer to your hips and he holds your legs closed between them, his still hard length resting on top of your needy cunt—what comes with that is the prodding of your clit being swallowed between his slit.

The throbbing makes you squirm in his hold but Sunwoo just shakes his head, telling you to hold it for a bit longer. A hand reaches over the back frame behind you and his eyes scan through your pout, very contrasting to your erect nipples.

Kim Sunwoo loves you through and with his successful confession after your dinner date that led you to this bed, you know now that you love him too.

“I love you.” The way you cup and stroke his sharp jawline makes him weak and his hands slide down to take a fistful of the sheets.

“Is this your way of telling me that you want to cum, pretty girl?”

Your sound resonated and it was supposed to be light but the gripping he had on the wood only made him want to ruin you more.

“Please, baby boy?” Exaggerating the shine in your eyes. 

Both of his hands make their way underneath your thighs, folding you into position. Sunwoo collects his saliva and spits it down to your cunt. You're so sensitive that the liquid only made you even more desperate.

“Okay,” he affirms the glare and curse words. “I'm going to rock your world.”

Sunwoo finally plunges into your needy hole and the stretch is incredibly satisfying. You could tell that Sunwoo is finding pleasure in your pulsing walls as well and he could again, just release into the pressure of it all.

Your nails immediately find a place on his back, scratching it white as it fades to red as you grab a hold of him. Sunwoo plunges into you slowly and excruciatingly, he didn't ask you to beg though because he picks up his pace, the vibration rippling through your skin from your hips to your boobs that move in motion. 

“So fucking good.” The crown meets your pillow again. “Keep clenching on me, baby.”

“S-Sunw—ah…” You shut your eyes, directing all your attention to the wet noises of your bodies together, the squelching helping you reach closer and closer. “Please don't stop, I'm begging you.”

The fear is evident in your voice. “A new thing-fuck-to beg for, hey?”

In the back of your mind, you hope that one of the metal springs of the mattress could just hit his head but on second thought, that wouldn’t do any good for you. Let’s hope that the creaking of the bed isn’t a sign that the furniture is going to break apart anytime soon.

“Please, please just let me cum.” You continue.

“Fuck.” Lifting your legs to his shoulders to a new angle. This made you scream, “So fucking loud. Let the whole building know.”

“Baby boy…” Your nails imprint on his soft flesh, your teeth holding on to the bottom lip in ecstasy. “Baby…”

At the mention of the last word, Sunwoo goes faster, deeper, his tip touching deep, close to the beginning of your stomach, a bulge starting to become evident.

He's so deep into you that you're so deeply gone.

“Let's put a baby inside you, hm?” Oh, the thought of that… “A mini me or mini you.” Moaning louder. “Just innocent unlike how your body has been handled multiple times.”

Oh God…help your soul. 

“Even then,” a sharp, calculate thrust, “when we have kids running around,” another one, “I'll make sure to never stop fucking you dumb.”

Sunwoo feels the start of your release as your pussy grows louder even when he just keeps his consistent strength and pace. He's also close to the lines between his eyebrows saying so and the addition of your legs crossing behind his back in an attempt to break the band in your stomach draws him inevitably closer. Before he prompts anything out loud, Sunwoo takes your lips between his, making sure that his feelings are conveyed.

“I love you.” 

And though exhausted and broken, you whisper back with trembling lips. “I love you too.”

When the words sink in, he delivers his final offer to you, balls deep inside of you as he now paints your insides. You release along with him, shaking underneath his weight. You're nowhere near enough for him, overflowing even though he’s buried deep inside. 

The aftermath of the strong orgasm has you twitching and jolting, whining and whimpering with a bit of a chuckle. 

Sunwoo rests his forearm beside your face, staring down at you fondly. “Are you alright?” He pushes himself up more, about to pull up but you grab a hold of his arm before he moves further.

“No…” Enjoying the feeling of his softening dick inside yours. “I like it…”

“If my baby likes it,” Sunwoo doesn't increase the gap between you. He instead snakes his hands underneath your back, scooping you up and lays on his side with you. His hand pushes your face to the crook of his neck, smiling at your heaving that cools the sweat on his neck, “then I'm not going anywhere.”

Sunwoo waits for your breaths to even out a bit more but for old times' sake, he pushes his pelvis into you unexpectedly, making sure he’s deeply and comfortably inside you.

Just for his entertainment. 

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» ​PAIRING: tbz kim sunwoo x fem!reader » TROPE/AU​: enemies with benefits 2 lovers, non-idol au » GENRE​: smut 18+ (mdni!!) 🔞 fluff because there are a couple of 'i love you's being thrown in hehe, momentary angst » WORD COUNT: 7899​ » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~29 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): dom!sunwoo, sub!reader, cum play, rough sex, hate sex, mentions of public sex, spit (?) play, reader begs to sunwoo a few times, usage of slut (reader receiving), pet names (princess, baby girl, baby boy), unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, anal sex (reader receiving), oral sex (both receiving), edging (reader receiving), orgasm denial (reader receiving, not in detail), hair pulling (reader has long, straight hair in braids), rapid proofread once

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The neck sits comfortably between the curves that join your pointer and middle finger. Your wrists circle the sweet red, coating the walls in the alcohol for a brief moment. Your other arm encircles around the neck of your ‘date’ as you offer your exposed cleavage as a place for his head to rest.

“You smell good today.” Younghoon compliments you, his hand growing nearer and nearer to your clothed mound. He smiles into your chest with satisfaction with how your manicure scratches his head, letting a small exhale to your neck. “God, I want to ruin you.”

But the smirk you gave him is all for show.

You’re bored in this booming party.

Even though you’re literally sitting on one of the hottest guys in the year group with his growing bulge only getting more evident each time you shift against him purposefully, your eyes are well focused on the other black hair across the room.

Kim Sunwoo looks back at you, jaw tense with gritted teeth. You see how he lets out a scoff when you press a delicate kiss to Younghoon’s forehead, eyes still locked with his. All of a sudden, the girl that is littering kisses on his neck makes his growing erection soft. Anger, confusion and envy (though he would never admit it to your pretty face) swarm and mix evidently in his face. 

God, he hates you so much.

From your soft straight long hair to the push-up bra that you’re wearing that makes your chest all the more appetising to him. From your sharp jawline that he has marked many times in the locker room, the sports equipment room and the empty classroom after school hours. From your short skirts and no safety pants that you wear at parties like this one, hiking up to show the new panties that he has never undressed you from. 

But you guess, with the many times that you have let Sunwoo in your pants, he has probably fucked you enough times to know your wardrobe at this point.

Sunwoo’s eyebrows furrow with the way you spread your legs further, publicly letting Younghoon’s hand hide there, his thumb now trapped between your slit that slowly becomes wetter. It makes Sunwoo furious that even though Younghoon is probably moaning like a disgusting starved man, you still dared to throw him that look: swiping the tip of your tongue on your upper lip, accommodating the move with a slow wink.

It riles him up and he groans at how fuckable you look with your two braids that he has pulled on before as he took you on all fours that one time in his car.

Though his throat lets out a dismissive hum at the girl giving him the same look as you across the room, his eyes are still on your black dainty spaghetti straps, the muscles of his fingers curling slightly at the sight of your exposed shoulder.

“Look at me.” She drags the final syllable, pulling Sunwoo’s attention back to her by the hem of his collar. “I want you.” a harsher tug. “So bad.”

Hearing the words from a different girl than you did him wonders and he hates that the lips pressed against his aren’t yours. Though Sunwoo is known to work his wonders on many different women, you were the first one that made his body crave more. You’re the first one who rode him in all different types of positions while the others prefer to be laid and fucked with him doing all the work—but if it's you, he would gladly do everything for you. Whenever his length meets the pressure of your walls, he embarrassingly could’ve tapped out then but his ego allows him to keep going, making sure that you have some relief first.

He’s always prioritised you.

So why were you being such a brat, with that googly eyes but sharp stare on him while you act like a slut on someone else’s dick?  Why did you slip your hands between the space of his two school blouse buttons, plunging your nails and marking his skin as if he's the only one for you? Why did you always kiss him so passionately whenever he pulled you by the waist even though he’s being a gentleman and making sure that you don’t get trampled by the other students in the filled hallway?

He hates that you’re the only one his body, heart and mind want.

All the rushing thoughts only deepen his lust for you especially when he sees your head now tilted up, mouth gaped open and eyes almost fully rolling back when you straddle Younghoon’s hips.

Unfortunately for the other needy girl, Sunwoo puts too much force when he takes her off his body and makes a determined beeline towards your flexed shoulder blades as you continue to do your magic on Younghoon. Letting his body take control, his hands roughly pull on your shoulder, successfully getting you on your feet. Your back hits his chest and you know with just the way he tilts your chin sideways that you won the game of cat and dog. 

“Looks like we have some things to figure out.” The leftover vodka hits your nose delightfully and the slight growl he gives out when you just bat your eye makes you melt a little bit.

Sunwoo grips your waist, turning you around and kicking the back of your shoe as a non-verbal order to start walking and leave the flabbergasted boy behind; Younghoon doesn’t deserve you but he definitely deserves to know how it feels like to be left high and dry by you.

“Lost your cool?” 

The provocation makes Sunwoo click his tongue against the back of his teeth, slamming your back on a nearby door. His hand slaps the wood, close to your ear. He couldn’t help but grin when you blink at the slapping sound.

“You’ve been insufferable for the last month.” The side of his pointer finger trails the jawline he misses most. “What’s your game, Princess?” stopping at your chin, “How many counts did you manage to increase since we last fucked?” directly to your cleavage, “How much makeup did you use to cover the evidence, hm?”

His face dives closer to yours, his breath tickling your plumper lips, ready to have the first clash and contact with him in months. Sunwoo initiates the kiss, slotting and hissing when he tastes the aged grape on your tongue. Your mewls are the reason why the wall behind you breaks, the creaking of the door opening and closing as soon as possible, Sunwoo skillfully flicks the lights on as he keeps the breathless kiss with the support of his hand.

“This fucking dress.” He curses due to how tight it is—bodycon and hot on you but too tight for him to reach anything intimate on your body. “Younghoon, huh?” He remarks when the back of your knees hit the edge of the owned mattress.

Sunwoo still devours your lips, strings of saliva hanging in the air. “Hungry?” You croaked out between the small gap of air. “Or horny?”

“Shut the fuck up.” With a push of his fingers, you’re laid down and the distance allows you to droll over the boy who’s knees dug onto the mattress next to your waist. “That mouth of yours.” He handles your cheeks roughly, shaking your head from side to side, a dark gaze filling him. “The only things that you can say are my name,” he spits inside the hole he made, “scream, shout, moan and mewl.” He releases you, eyes menacingly telling you to swallow, “Make sure the house knows who’s breaking you inside out.”

It’s like a dream for him to finally have you under him again. The weight of his hips traps yours below, rubbing his bulge skillfully on your growing needy clothed pussy. The position couldn’t even make your knees raise to rest your ankle on the softer surface and it’s when you realise that Sunwoo would not go easy on you tonight.

He’s planning to break you and he most probably will.

“Put your slutty legs down.” Open-mouth kisses land on the left side of your neck and they leave you gasping at how Sunwoo stretches your skin between his teeth but also by just leaving his teeth marks on your skin. “That’s it.” He encourages you, swiping the abused area before going to another one, sucking and making sure purple and pink paint your pale skin.

It’s satisfying knowledge for your dripping cunt to know that Sunwoo is still just like how you remember him. His hands fly to your straps, snapping the thin fabric and ignoring your exclamations of curse words. Your dress and bra are rolled down to the bottom of your boobs, Sunwoo once again salivating at the delicious sight. His head plays the scenes from before where Younghoon found himself comfortable at the same chest that he now claims as his and he snarls, the memory motivating him to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck!” The pain surges when his fingers pinch your sensitive left, pulling it up, letting it go and repeating while the other is nibbled, sucked and twirled around its circumference with his wet muscle. “Shit! Why are you so fucking rou—” The free hand flies to cup your mouth, muffling your moans and wails as you feel the tears forming around the corners of your eyes. 

“I don’t recall letting you complain.” Consistent with the bright blemishes on your neck, Sunwoo places similar ones around both of your boobs; underside, very close to your areolas and the valley that Younghoon’s nose was in. “Take it or I’ll leave you here and I’ll make sure you’ll be crying and begging me to let you cum.”

Sunwoo leaves your body for a while and though spent, your eyes quickly take in the best person who knows your body. Some of his front bangs are stuck to his forehead, hair overall messy. The cross on his chain makes you smile, knowing that God should look away at the sins that he will soon commit to your body. Before you can observe his shirt, he discards it and throws it carelessly in the room leaving you to observe the perfect lines of his abs.

“A warning for you,” he kneels before your soaking south. You thought that Sunwoo is amazingly hot but when he hooks his hands under your thighs and pulls you down the bed, you really could have cummed there. Sunwoo rests your thighs on his shoulder, his nose swooping into the collected scent of your arousal, his eyes rolling back with a loud moan, “if you cum without permission,” He literally drinks your arousal, sucking the soaked fabric, slurping any of your precum and filling his throat in the appetiser.

“No—Sunwo—Fuck!!” Your ripped panties are now stuffed in your mouth, an effective way of getting you to quiet down for the next sex activity. Your hands are no longer free, trapped wrists held together with just one hand. 

“Forget it,” he chuckles, nose brushing on your slit, “less talk.” His tongue rapidly flicks against your clit, two fingers inside your gummy walls immediately. “More screaming.”

You did scream and your upper body thrashed around the bed, twisting and slowly unravelling by the touch of Sunwoo’s hand. For a second, your restrained hands on your stomach caught his hair but Sunwoo literally weakens you by pushing your abdomen down, your fingers twitching harshly.

“Fuck, Princess.” He devours every drop, slurping the ones that escaped down your hole and ones that trickled down his arm. He blows on your clit, making you squirm in his hold. “You're so wet.”

How could you not be? With his perfect fingers just slipping through, stretching you out while also hitting the spot that no one else has ever reached. The squelching of your pussy with his actions is the reason why your body burns and thighs start to shake and your hips roll against his face more.

Sunwoo smiles against your flesh, continuing to race your high. “Don't you hate it that I'm the only one who fucking knows,” and he goes fast; insanely fast. “how to make you feel good?”

“Hmph!” The only response, stopping your head from giving the satisfying nod that he wants.

Frustrated at your actions, the cloth is taken out roughly, burning the sides of your mouth at the yank.

“Answer me properly.” His fingers hook down on your body, wiggling and stimulating you more. “Beg.” Hypnotising you by biting the skin of your stomach.

You gasp for air, your hairline deep in the pillow, “Sunwoo.” You had to give an indication, “Please!”

It's a puny request but he'll settle with it for now. “Do it.” He taunts, “cum all over me.”

The rope inside of you breaks, liquid arousal spilling uncontrollably on the sheets and it was so strong that it even reached his chest.

For a second Sunwoo feels bad for whoever the owner of the bed is but then jealousy takes over him again because when you squirt, your goodness will leave the owner curious and he generalises the fact that they would take a sniff of his hard work. But hey, bless them because you do taste amazing. 

That’s as close as anyone could ever get to you though. 

His mouth covers your hole, determined to gatekeep you from anyone. Trembling lower body, Sunwoo takes the vibration to his advantage, strategically alternating between little prods, kitten licks and longer slurps on your pink clit, the overstimulation making you close your legs and trap him in your scent. 

“Fuck! Give me a break!” A second wave comes over you and you let your volume double with the fast second release.

“You did it to yourself.” Sunwoo drinks all the evidence he can, the taste more addicting and melting than scorching forty-percent from downstairs. “Don't get all tired and hate me now.” Fabric rustles against skin and your hooded eyes catch sight of Sunwoo climbing to the bed once more.

“What about you then?” Trying to distract his lust to catch your breath, “How many girls have you downed?”

“Jealous that they weren't you?” It's sickening how caring he became while asking that. It's even more crushing when the back of Sunwoo’s hand caresses your red skin from his actions before. “You need to be thoughtful to other people.”

“Yeah well,” you exhale, focusing on the cooling effect the sweat had on your chest, “you ruined my dress and I'm walking home without pants.”

The comment snaps him back to the sex in the air. Your eyes widen when he gives you a soul-crushing kiss, biting on your bottom lip successfully easing you back into the atmosphere. Your hands fly to his shoulders, pulling him deeper and you taste yourself in his mouth.

“Oh, you're not going home tonight.” Instantly Sunwoo makes you sit up and he cradles you in his hands as he sits comfortably to the edge of the bed. “Make me cum.” He adjusts your position for your recovering body, folded knees straddling him. 

You see this green light pass his eyes for a second and knowing Sunwoo, beneath that fuckboy image he has, he has trouble containing his feelings whenever another male touches you. You see it in the way his eye twitches and the public display of kissing; you learnt that all from him whether he notices or not.

Deciding to somewhat thank him for the lessons that got you laid when you wanted, your hips move slowly, dragging forwards and your ass jiggles when it relaxes backwards.

“I'm not even yours.” It takes everything in Sunwoo not to kiss your pretty lips and stop your words, “yet you fuck me like I am.”

Why didn't he remove his boxers? He had no strength to do it now, a hand holding the back of your neck while the other guides and supports your thrusts, picking the pace up himself.

“When the fuck did you become so good at riding?” Who the fuck did you practice on to be this good? The tip just prodding on your entrance, almost engulfed at the thrust in before popping out when you back away.

That's usually how you break Kim Sunwoo. Pulling away after giving him a taste of you. Oh how you enjoyed the way he grips your waist, his hand engraved on you.

The building up for him continues intensely when you return the marks that cover your neck on his. He whispers to the shell of your ear with each sucking and cursing, fueling your body to thrust against him harder.

The way your hands brush his pectoral and your thumb swipes on his nipples only makes his clothed cock rub against yours faster. The speed increase makes your eyes shut, focusing on the rubbing feeling whilst pushing through to mark his clean skin, burying your head snugly into the crook of his salty neck.

You know within the second that Sunwoo hisses and bites on your ear that the wetness below is mostly due to him, especially with how the veins of his neck become apparent as he breathes through his nose.

“My turn to have fun.” 

It sends Sunwoo’s brain into a frenzy when you kneel before him, both his hands supporting the bed. Through his eyelashes, he lets you pull the last clothing to the ground, covering your small fist on the base of his growing cock.

Your lips pucker, covering the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around the head. Here and there, your tongue swipes down on the centre line, collecting the precum on your tongue. 

“Don't tease, slut.” He warns you and you just shrug nonchalantly, whipping your braids out of your way. “I'll wreck your mouth.”

“Try me, loser.”

Because you quickly took control. Your cheeks hollow and within seconds, the head that you took care of is at the back of your throat, reflexively gagging you—so maybe you forgot how big Sunwoo is because it makes you riled up that you can't take his dick just like all the other guys you fucked.

A deep chuckle resonates, two hands around your neck. “Looks like someone is having trouble.” The feeling stretches when Sunwoo pushes you in further, your lips now meeting the base of his cock.

He hisses at the pulsing feeling of your constricting throat and the fingers digging into his inner thigh. Mercilessly, your throat is used as his cock sleeve, the way he doesn’t bother adding movement killing every bit of you. The tears finally escape your eyes and Sunwoo lets out the sweetest coos and swabs the trace of your mascara clean, kissing your scalp and pulling you away mid-way before forcing his length down your throat again.

“Scream.” He commands you, doing the same thing once more, “Let's hear who’s taking me so well.” fingers running on your shoulders to pull you deeper, “Ah, but I guess not because someone can't even suck me off properly, hey?”

Your blood boils at his smirk and the way he cracks the tension in his neck. Sunwoo raises an eyebrow, winking at you and waiting for you to move. Blowjobs have always been like this for you. You would underestimate his girth, provoke him (and yourself), bring him full to your mouth, realising it's too big and you freeze trying to adjust to his size.

His massive cock transferred from his matching ego—you hate that your body is too small for him.

It takes him by surprise when you start to let out moans, the vibration of the noise making his dick straighten and harder. His voice croaks, realising that you've found another way to make him cum other than your hands.

His breath hitches but his chest relaxes, “Show me what you got.”

He wouldn’t lie if he said his gut was wrenching in anticipation; the girl who knows his body the best is getting to know his body more. The thought makes him pull your twin braids down when you start to bop your head and suck his length. You cry at the tug, the stinging on your scalp only propelling your body to wreck Sunwoo more. 

Within seconds, your saliva fully coats the veins of his girth. Sunwoo goes through the motion, the cool air hitting him before being replaced by your hot mouth.

“Look who’s taking me so well,” he takes a glance down at you, once again wiping the tears from your eyes. “Doing amazing, Princess. Just like that.”

Sunwoo’s moans intensified and so did your grip on his inner thighs. The final grunt is the sign of his cum that drenches your mouth seconds after that. The sight of you successfully taking him after all those past rounds of fucking made him feral, swooping you back into his lap for him to kiss, your arms dangling by your side.

It's strange, the way he kisses you. It's like he doesn't want to let you go. With the way, his tongue swipes over your upper lip as a way to ask for permission. How his arm wraps around your back way too carefully for you to second guess if he hates you or not.

The pads of his thumb clean you of his mess on the corners of your mouth and just beneath your nose. Sunwoo smirks when you throw your head back in relief after giving space to breathe even though his palms are wrapped around your neck—this is the Sunwoo you're used to.

The kiss elicits a hateful remark. “You taste disgusting.” Sunwoo ignores it. His thumb swipes on the corner of your lip where a little bit of him managed to slip away, collecting and pushing his thumb back past your teeth. 

“Look at you swallowing without command.” He swoops right in for another taste of himself, nodding and evaluating the comment you said. “I taste amazing, thank you very much.”

“Is that what the other girls sa—”

Your breath hitches when the pad of his fingers gives multiple but definite slaps on the surface of your slit. The shaking breaths are beginning to show, and the glare that you put on is still somewhat strong.

“Oh, baby.” His hand grips on the dip of your waist, pushing you down for control. “How many times have you cummed?” Three fingers group together and slip into your needy cunt, “Why are you still so tight?”

“Shut the fuck u—”

His hand rips away from you, the stretch unsatisfyingly gone and the string tightens once more.

“You really have to find another insult to use.”

You let him do his job, throwing you face down to the bed. His hand snakes to your chin, turning it to the side before he completely lays on top of you, defined abdomen on the surface of the back. With every movement, he proceeds to make sure that his dick is near your entrance, knocking on the depths of heaven.

“Beg and you'll get it.” Rolling his hips with yours. “You think you can take control when you're literally soaking this bed.” The hair covering your face is moved to expose the sweat dripping down your neck. “You've had your fun.” 

“Just fuck me.” You feel Sunwoo getting faster with his humps, your fist taking homage by taking the fabric of the sheets into your fists. “Jesus fucking Christ, Sunwoo you know you need me too.”

The fact that his length springs up shows the truth. He does in fact want you—probably more than you want him. It does his heart many ways but for now, with you all splattered underneath him, he knows he has to do more to make you cry for his body.

That's his objective at this moment: to hear you cry for him. 

Sunwoo’s bang fell over his eyes and if only you knew of how much he's been wanting you, you probably wouldn't have been so taunting with your words. No words could describe the feeling of when Sunwoo pushes his body up, turning you around to your back, folding your knees and entering the smaller hole out of the two on your south.

The sudden play runs electricity through your body. Your breasts are squeezed under his palm and he uses the body part to control the intensity of his swing

Ear-piercing screams are what make Sunwoo smirk, stretching you out more. He no longer cares about your tears tainting your pale face, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Seems like someone has been here not too long ago.” Calculated and strong. His arm muscles flex to put your scooting body in place at the strength of his hips. “It's not as tight as I thought.”

“Oh my God.” 

Miraculously answering between your sobs. Your fingernails scratch his back, shouting and whimpering moans most probably louder than the wasted party downstairs. The pain stimulates Sunwoo to grow deeper, faster against you, to fill the whole house with your melody.

“If only I could breed you through this hole.” 

Can this man shut the fuck up?

“Don't you like the idea of carrying a little me?”

Gasping for air, the pleasure of him reaching untouched territory from the last month makes you wheeze, the added stimulation around your neck firing you up.

“This.” Like before, your legs rest on his shoulder. His arms press against you, buckling and trapping your knees as he continues to pant through the slams in the new angle.

“Is what happens.” Another grunt from you as you feel your ass unable to fully contain the bulge inside of you, your cervix receiving the pleasure and making you closer and closer to blacking out. 

“When you don't beg enough.” He mixes his cum with the rhythm of your squirtings orgasm, the two mixing into a cloudly liquid on both of your lower areas, a string attaching the both of you as Sunwoo continues his pounding until he hears you audibly take a breath.  

“Ready to say the right words, Princess?” 

Your hole milks him, constricting around the neck of his shaft. The pressure is a bit tight for his liking but Sunwoo could care less about that when you're speechless to even say anything.

He's doing it again. 

Destroying you and then putting you back together. If only you could speak telepathically, you would ask why he bothered to warn you as he pulled out of your dripping hole. You would ask why he bothers to wipe your forehead clean and press a meaningful kiss afterwards. You would ask why he bothers to put a hand under your head, freeing the strands of hair that were disgustingly stuck on your nape.

He frees your legs, setting your foot down and reliving the ache at the back of your thigh from earlier. And now, he offers you those sweet and disgusting eyes that make you forget about how he was showing you how he would rearrange your guts more.

The knuckles of his hands sweep across your cheek, the soft circular motion across your skin rendering you breathless.

“What are you doing?” The question comes out croaked.

“Just wanted to make sure my little baby is still aware of her surroundings.” The smug on his face didn't match the whisper from his lips. “Gotta make sure she's aware when I fuck her again.”

The provocation to ruin you involuntary makes your knees buckle but it never reaches because Sunwoo slots a leg there, his knee purposely nudging on your still throbbing clit.

“S-Sunwoo.” 

Your brain is melting with how Sunwoo’s eyes get darker and darker. He hovers above you, the veins running down his arms trapping you between the sides of your head. 

What he offers you is conflicting, his head zooming down to steal a kiss from your plump lips, mumbling sweet nothings as he chews and pulls on your bottom lip in satisfaction with the shuddering moans you give. Desperate for stimulation, your hands even push down on his nape, crushing his plump lips onto your face. 

“Woah.” Sunwoo smiles in content. “Easy, Princess.” But he didn't take his advice, roughly entering his tongue into your mouth, wiping and exploring the insides of your cheeks and the roof of your mouth.

He's never done that before. 

Usually after biting your lower lip, Kim Sunwoo would just spit down the inside of your throat, a hand wrapping on the outside as he forces the liquid to stay trapped in you as he cums inside your dripping hole. The order is now wrecked and you didn't know what to expect anymore.

Kim Sunwoo continues to devour you, a hand leaving the sheets and taking hold of the side of your neck. You anticipated that he would grip onto you but he didn't, instead his thumb brushes over your collarbones, curving down to your waist—he even dares to stroke your dip with his skinny fingers. He separates from your swollen lips, again with a strand connecting your session as he moves on.

Similar to the treatment you got earlier, Sunwoo gapes his lips, attacking the neck that he held soothingly earlier. He alternates the sucking with his teeth, determined to mark you up again for the world to see.

“W-What—Sunw—” Truly a wonder he's being right now. The hand on your waist makes its way up again and you feel breathless at the lack of strength he's exerting.

“Stay still for me.” Before diving to make another mold of his teeth on your skin. Trails of purple and blue make their way visible on the other side of your neck, Sunwoo now burying his nose between the valley of your breasts. The tip of his nose ghosts the space between, his cooler skin hitting your burning skin making you gasp. 

“Why are you…” but the words die when Sunwoo grunts and starts to contrast the fingers that danced on you before. 

This is it. This is the Kim Sunwoo you know.

The one that's nibbling on your right just like before, swirling on top of your enlarged buds to the point your back arches further towards his mouth. But his fingers weren't like the oral session from earlier, the one seconds before he enters into you, but more like the seconds just before he places the marks on your neck. The other hand just rests on your left side, not doing anything but pushing your back down on the drenched sheets.

The sexual tension increases but so do your frustrations about the way he's handling you so slowly and sensually. Before, you relished in his smug face, smirking at the way his cock entered into you, but now he's not even smiling, just closing his eyes as he nurses you slowly.

It was so slow and understimulating that you could speak normally.

“You’ve gone soft on me, Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo hums, not minding your words.

“I tried to contact you so many times during the past month.” And that's when he froze. “What were you doing?”

He knows that he couldn't avoid the question any longer but he has rehearsed for this conversation. Sunwoo smiles against his work of art, releasing your nipple with a final kiss. You're an idiot to think that he would answer you properly and you regret loving the smirk on his face.

“Why? Couldn't get any good fucks?”

But there's an emotion behind his eyes that you didn't miss. A strike similar to a shooting star, or basically a rock that passes through that makes your eyebrows furrow. Sunwoo swipes his thumb across the growing crease between your eyebrows and he listens to the pounding of his heart when he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. 

“Sunwoo.” 

You call him out once more. The boy crawls away from you with a smile that you can't help but question. His knees shift away to the end of the bed but he still manages to steal another smooch from you, leaving another one on the tip of your nose.

“I'll give you my hoodie.” 

When he said that, you expected him to chuck it to you, grimacing and telling you to cover yourself up. So you're more than surprised when he quickly puts his pants and top on, his hair messily attractive and sits on the edge of the bed next to you. 

His orbs hypnotised you and for the first time, your heart clenched at the way he gave you a forced slight tug of his lips. Sunwoo manages to slip his oversized hoodie as well as the panties that had a little bit of him onto your leg, even propping you up so that he can secure the elastic nicely around your hips.

“Can you walk or did I destroy you that bad?”

“Wait,” you shake your head bewildered at his implications. “That's it?”

“Yeah?” Sunwoo answers as if he's not craving to go down on you once more. The gulp is dry down his throat and his hand is already on the door knob.

The door clicks shut again as soon as the outside light seeps through. Your palm stops the wood from separating from its frame and without thinking, your hands encircle his neck to pull him down into a sweet kiss, your back making sure the room stays private. Sunwoo hums into your mouth, closing his eyes in euphoria at the light tugs you give his scalp.

When you pull away, Sunwoo gives you a dazed look, a cloud forming from his eyes. “What's wrong?” His breath hitches when your fingers rake through his still sweaty hair but he focuses on the scent of your shampoo mixed with his cologne, trying to ignore how soft you're handling him. “Tell me, Woo.”

“Nothing's wrong.” He lies through lidded eyes. “You should go back to Younghoon. Left him with blue balls there.”

His demeanour only prompts you to kiss his chin up to his jawline where you whisper to him. “I don't care about him.”

“Oh?” Hoping you don't see through his teasing facade. “Hard to believe when you were grinding all over him back there.”

You're not giving into his jokes and he can tell with how the curiosity morphs into genuine worry. A soft palm encases his left blushing cheek and you give him what he thinks to be the cutest, most stunning smile. The room seems to be spinning and he holds onto your hips to steady himself. With it, he blurts out the start of his thoughts.

“I'm in love with you.” Sunwoo’s heart plummets when you stop the soothing rakes across his scalp. “But I know we're just fucking around and that I don't actually mean anything to you.”

You never knew that Sunwoo could appear so dejected. You're sure you didn't imagine the tears welling up in his eyes.

“You're in love with me?” You seek confirmation above the pounding of your heart. “Why?”

“Does there have to be a reason?” His shoulders rise only to flop back down again. “Nothing will change, will it?” It pains him that you'll never truly be his and he leans on your forehead, hoping that his genuine thoughts for you are passed through.

“I don't know.” You say truthfully, scared of the sudden words he's saying. “Do you want it to?”

A shaky inhale goes through his lungs and you stop your fingers on the outline of his jawline. “It's fine. Forget I said anyth—”

“No, Woo.” The pad of your thumb stops his rambling. “I know you want something from me.”

Sunwoo is greeted with the smile he's deeply fallen in love with, paired with the pearly white that he always looks for amid all the people at school. To say that he is crushing on you is an understatement. Above all the sex that you did, there were times when you both connected deeply. Above all the glares and provocation, he calls you whenever he needs comfort. Above all the marks he puts on your body, is the deeper want to have you only to himself.

“A date.” You kept your attention light on him, affirmatively humming even though he darted them away to the ground. “Not the fucking that we do and walk out after, but the ones where I come pick you up and give you flowers. And we go to the restaurant and you steal my food. The ones that innocent movies depict." 

And you’ve always known that Sunwoo is a romantic lover with the way he holds your hands in his or the way he just had to cup your face when you’re crying, his thumb wiping across the undersides of your eyes. “If my baby boy wants to go on a date with me, I can't refuse, can I?”

“W-What?” 

It's kind of cute to see the boy that you used to hate and vomit over so flustered. Your eyes form a crescent shape and you hide your blushing face in Sunwoo's chest. Sunwoo feels the fabric of his shirt crumpled behind and he swears he stops breathing when you press a wet kiss to his collarbone. “Date, time, location and dress code.”

The date went extremely well. 

Too well? Maybe?

No such things between you both honestly.

And also, was there any point in asking for the dress code when everything is going to be stripped away from you in the end?

Sunwoo knocks on the door of your empty house with a bouquet that covers his face. The sight woke the butterflies in your stomach that also kick you from side to side because this side of Kim Sunwoo, the one where the corners of his lips don't convey a smirk, the one where he tries to hold your hand hesitantly and the one who presses a still kiss as a greeting, is a new side that you'll get used to.

But for now, in your room, heaving from another ruined orgasm, Sunwoo is back to the rough person he is. The appearance of his lower face drenched in your juice makes your eyes roll to the back of your head instantly, the crown of your head deep in your pillow.

"You're fucking joking." Exhausted and throbbing with need, fingers itching to get a grip of him and pull him towards you.

"Not really." He mocks the contort of your face. "Those were needed, baby."

Being edged once made you breathless and Sunwoo loves how your pelvis grinds against the air for release, taking the look of your south clenching around nothing. It's even worse that he has positioned your legs folded, knees up, hands around your ankle, holding you down to the mattress as tears brim out from your eyes. 

And Kim Sunwoo is unrelenting.

“So,” going back down to your glistening buds, blowing air in short, sharp relays, “having fun?” the tip of his tongue starts on the hole he entered a few days ago, up to flicking your swollen clit.

“Please, baby boy, please.” You're desperate. “Let me cum.” Just something…

Intrigued, his eyes shot to yours. “What does my pretty girl want from me?” He offers you a simple flick of the tear rolling down your eyes. “Say it and you’ll get it.”

“Everything of you.” That’s all it took for Sunwoo to release the grip he has and for his chest to meet with yours, his lips offering you a passionate kiss as he spits a little bit of him, eyes dark to tell you to swallow. 

When you gulp, a hand rests on your collarbone but the pressure is just what you need to fall in love with him more. Sunwoo lets you catch a breath and he takes this time to see the beads of sweat on your forehead as the strands stuck on it, your whole face is red and your lips are heaving exhales but to him, you’re still the most beautiful person in the whole world. A hand cups your cheek and you focus on how he bites his lower lip, fascinated at how he looks at you intently with golden swirls in his orbs.

His heart swells at the way you brush your hands against his from earlier, first linking your pointer with his and gradually increasing until you take his whole hand. His heart remembers the way it thumps against his chest with the way your eyes shape into crescents, smiling with your lips. His legs remember intentionally taking smaller steps just so that he could have you by his side, his thump stroking your waist. 

His train of wholesome thoughts ends when you unexpectedly reach out to grab his dick, Sunwoo moaning out at the way you expertly handled him. Your hands enwrap on him, pulling up slowly before pushing back down as he gives into the pleasure, laying his forehead on yours.

A thumb swipes on the slit of his cock when you pull. His hisses and breaths hit your philtrum but you wouldn't have it any other way, kissing the tip of his nose as his face contorted slightly, close to his release.

“No,” he forces himself to stop, a vein clearly down his neck in impatience. “I want to cum inside you.” Furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of you increasing your speed.

“Paint me first.” How could he resist that offer when you bat your eyelashes so prettily? Deep grunts fill the room, the string of white spreading across your abdomen.

The mess he created only made Sunwoo riled up, his fingers brushing to collect his cum and he spread the liquid to your lips like makeup. It’s a new type of play for you both but you enjoy the kitten licks that you steal as he continues to clean you up in a different way. 

“Dirty.” Sunwoo grins proudly. His knees move closer to your hips and he holds your legs closed between them, his still hard length resting on top of your needy cunt—what comes with that is the prodding of your clit being swallowed between his slit.

The throbbing makes you squirm in his hold but Sunwoo just shakes his head, telling you to hold it for a bit longer. A hand reaches over the back frame behind you and his eyes scan through your pout, very contrasting to your erect nipples.

Kim Sunwoo loves you through and with his successful confession after your dinner date that led you to this bed, you know now that you love him too.

“I love you.” The way you cup and stroke his sharp jawline makes him weak and his hands slide down to take a fistful of the sheets.

“Is this your way of telling me that you want to cum, pretty girl?”

Your sound resonated and it was supposed to be light but the gripping he had on the wood only made him want to ruin you more.

“Please, baby boy?” Exaggerating the shine in your eyes. 

Both of his hands make their way underneath your thighs, folding you into position. Sunwoo collects his saliva and spits it down to your cunt. You're so sensitive that the liquid only made you even more desperate.

“Okay,” he affirms the glare and curse words. “I'm going to rock your world.”

Sunwoo finally plunges into your needy hole and the stretch is incredibly satisfying. You could tell that Sunwoo is finding pleasure in your pulsing walls as well and he could again, just release into the pressure of it all.

Your nails immediately find a place on his back, scratching it white as it fades to red as you grab a hold of him. Sunwoo plunges into you slowly and excruciatingly, he didn't ask you to beg though because he picks up his pace, the vibration rippling through your skin from your hips to your boobs that move in motion. 

“So fucking good.” The crown meets your pillow again. “Keep clenching on me, baby.”

“S-Sunw—ah…” You shut your eyes, directing all your attention to the wet noises of your bodies together, the squelching helping you reach closer and closer. “Please don't stop, I'm begging you.”

The fear is evident in your voice. “A new thing-fuck-to beg for, hey?”

In the back of your mind, you hope that one of the metal springs of the mattress could just hit his head but on second thought, that wouldn’t do any good for you. Let’s hope that the creaking of the bed isn’t a sign that the furniture is going to break apart anytime soon.

“Please, please just let me cum.” You continue.

“Fuck.” Lifting your legs to his shoulders to a new angle. This made you scream, “So fucking loud. Let the whole building know.”

“Baby boy…” Your nails imprint on his soft flesh, your teeth holding on to the bottom lip in ecstasy. “Baby…”

At the mention of the last word, Sunwoo goes faster, deeper, his tip touching deep, close to the beginning of your stomach, a bulge starting to become evident.

He's so deep into you that you're so deeply gone.

“Let's put a baby inside you, hm?” Oh, the thought of that… “A mini me or mini you.” Moaning louder. “Just innocent unlike how your body has been handled multiple times.”

Oh God…help your soul. 

“Even then,” a sharp, calculate thrust, “when we have kids running around,” another one, “I'll make sure to never stop fucking you dumb.”

Sunwoo feels the start of your release as your pussy grows louder even when he just keeps his consistent strength and pace. He's also close to the lines between his eyebrows saying so and the addition of your legs crossing behind his back in an attempt to break the band in your stomach draws him inevitably closer. Before he prompts anything out loud, Sunwoo takes your lips between his, making sure that his feelings are conveyed.

“I love you.” 

And though exhausted and broken, you whisper back with trembling lips. “I love you too.”

When the words sink in, he delivers his final offer to you, balls deep inside of you as he now paints your insides. You release along with him, shaking underneath his weight. You're nowhere near enough for him, overflowing even though he’s buried deep inside. 

The aftermath of the strong orgasm has you twitching and jolting, whining and whimpering with a bit of a chuckle. 

Sunwoo rests his forearm beside your face, staring down at you fondly. “Are you alright?” He pushes himself up more, about to pull up but you grab a hold of his arm before he moves further.

“No…” Enjoying the feeling of his softening dick inside yours. “I like it…”

“If my baby likes it,” Sunwoo doesn't increase the gap between you. He instead snakes his hands underneath your back, scooping you up and lays on his side with you. His hand pushes your face to the crook of his neck, smiling at your heaving that cools the sweat on his neck, “then I'm not going anywhere.”

Sunwoo waits for your breaths to even out a bit more but for old times' sake, he pushes his pelvis into you unexpectedly, making sure he’s deeply and comfortably inside you.

Just for his entertainment. 

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» ​PAIRING: tbz lee juyeon x fem!reader » TROPE/AU​: established relationship au, non-idol au » GENRE​: smut 18+ (mdni!!) 🔞 just a tinge of fluff cause juyeon is momentarily shy after (...hehe) » WORD COUNT: 1764​ » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~7 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): food play (ice cream), temperature play (cold), fingering (reader receiving), literally a second of anal fingering, soft dom!juyeon, momentary mean dom!juyeon, cum eating, dirty talk, slight size kink, unprotected sex (be safe everyone!!)

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happy birthday, lee juyeon!!

head empty...no thoughts...

i'm so shy right now bye—

This was not how you thought the Neapolitan ice cream cake would be used.

There's no sweet taste in the valley that splits your breasts. Nothing but the taste of sweat and Juyeon’s fragrant exhales, the remnants of his birthday treat from his mouth, as he buries his face between your freed chest. He kisses your skin softly, roughly contrasting to the movements of his trailing hands from your stomach, down to your covered core.

He wastes no time, hooking the crotch area of your panties aside with his middle finger, plunging his pointer inside of you, and trudging the inside of your walls. The touch that his skin gave lingers on your dripping cunt and the top of your head meets the marbled countertop once again.

Your hands fly to the side of your body, trying to grab something from the pleasure building as Juyeon unhooks the middle finger to follow the motions of his pointer.

Pulling out slowly, pushing it back in even slower but deeper each Juyeone.

“Oh my God.” Finding nothing to grab so you mess up his still product-filled hair. Your hardworking boyfriend didn’t even bother changing out of his work clothes, opting to work on your body as soon as you greeted him. In fact, you’re surprised that he at least threw his collared button out, his black everyday tie on top of the puddle of clothing.

It sucks that he did that because maybe then if any of the ice cream colours stain his white shirt, maybe he could explain the backstory to his workmates.

Your closed eyes allow your senses to be directed to the warmth that his body gave yours: Juyeon’s tongue that leaves wet, messy suctioned kisses from your chest all the way to your navel, his one free hand that grips the side of your thigh, the other hand bringing you closer to the end as the pad of this thumb presses and circles on your sensitive clit. His pinky is what drove you feral, frozen halfway in your other hole and the other three fingers pushed you closer to your climax.

“Oh, you're so fucking…” Juyeon groans at your mewls, feeling the painful grip that his pants held onto his growing cock. “You’re drenched, bubs.”

“J-Juyeon.” You gasp his name, begging for more of his touch.

Your boyfriend shakes his head, still smiling at you sweetly. He detaches his face from your abdomen and makes eye contact with you. If it wasn't for the way you're laid tiredly but still very much horny, for the way that both your chests are exposed to each other, for the way that Juyeon snakes an arm behind you to get you to sit prettily at the edge of the counter, then his twenty-sixth birthday would have been so innocent.

But here he is, kneeling on the floor, a spoonful of the dessert in his hand as he trails the metal edge on the inside of your thighs. It trails from your midthigh, his tongue following closely behind the ombre colours, reflexively making your legs close. 

The temperature makes you squirm, an added unexpected stimulation that you are enjoying. 

“I see.” Juyeon takes a mental note of the added list of things that leave you breathless.

Finally, the back of the curved utensil hovers above your aching clit. Juyeon looks up, giving the most bright yet lust-filled gaze at you. His thumb stops his abuse for a second, replacing it with the cold instead—thank God the edge of the table is within reach, or else you would have melted already.

If it wasn't enough seeing you all ruined, Juyeon straightens his legs, his mind already wanting to see something else coated in the dessert—coat your hardened nipples the same way that he did just before. For a second, he steps back to admire his work, admiring your half-lidded eyes and rapid breathing.

“Oh.” He coos, his hand below going faster on you. “Ohh,” he says once more, feasting on the chocolate, strawberry and vanilla on your nipples.

A palm presses onto your back, plunging you to the crevices of his face. “Shit!” It's when you realise that he suspends your buds between his teeth along with the aggressive sucking that alternates between. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Not another warning is given as your insides give up, the liquid squirting to make a cloudy pink and brown mess on his hand. Juyeon grunts at the sight, now finished with his appetiser.

“Baby.” He warns, and you see the darkness in his eyes. “Did I tell you to let go?”

“I-I’m—” Your back hits the surface again. “J-Ju—” A hand presses on your collarbone, keeping you in place as your hands fly to wrap around his veiny, muscular arms.

You're greeted with the sight of Juyeon’s bangs covering his hungry desire and when your eyes lower past his defined abs, you salivate at the way he pulls his cock out from his half-down trousers and the way it is immediately enwrapped in his fist. 

“I haven't even gotten a taste of you yet and you're already making a mess.” It's frustrating to him as it's something that he's been wanting for so long. “You're not such a good girl, after all.”

The precum leaks from the slit of his penis, the foreskin coming up and down to coat the natural lube on the rest of his length. He forces you to look at him, the fact of the mess that you've created.

“Do something, please.”

“You bet I will.” 

Juyeon's fingers dig into your skin, and you scream at how he matches the force with his hips. He rams into you, not caring about adjusting your small size to his humongous one.

Marking you on your neck and jawline, going past his unfinished dessert on your nipple—on an urgent mission to make it bright purple and blue to the point where you'll have to sit for hours in front of your makeup to cover them up.

It makes you scream each time he degrades you, calling you his “favourite slut” as if he had another woman to fuck. He whispers seductively to your ear, grunting each time his balls hit your ass. “Enjoying this a little bit too much?”

“N-No.” You lie, biting your bottom lip with the top row of your teeth. “Juyeon! Oh my fucking God!”

“You're so pretty.” Ramming into your body harder and faster. “You're so small that I can see my body inside you.” To prove his point, he pushes on your stomach and you whine at the press, feeling his girth deep inside even more.

“Fuck!” Your legs ran out of strength and Juyeon menacingly smiled, throwing your limbs to rest on his shoulder. “You fucking---”

He presses his lips to yours, stopping your dirty mouth from finishing. “It's not nice to curse the birthday boy on his day, bubs.”

The endearing name would've been great if you were not literally folding against him right now.

“But yes, I will make sure I fuck you,” Your grip his shoulder knowing what's next.

“and I'll fuck you,” Juyeon’s hands cage your waist, pulling you to the edge of the furniture for easier access to your womb.

“so hard,” a thrust, one that makes you drool.

“and so fast,” your boobs move and jiggle faster as he picks up his pace, following the pulls and pushes that he exerts on your half-ruined body.

“to the point that you'll pass out faster than the ice cream cake.” 

Juyeon does work on your body, squirming at your tight grip, listening to your screaming for a certain Holy figure and a bunch of affirmative words spilling out of you as he finally finishes licking your chest clean.

“I'm so close.” You manage to announce between your pants. The sweat trickles down from your back, the arch of your posture cooking you. “Let me cum, Juyeon. Please, please, please.”

“If you cum now, I’m cumming inside of you,” A smirk plays on his lips as you roll your eyes, your legs trembling. Juyeon dips his chest down to yours, allowing him to bury himself into your tight body each he’s fully in. “Though it seems like something you want.”

And then…

“Cum for me, you destroyed slut.” 

Juyeon physically feels the way your body loosens, mixing your release with his inside your pussy. The feeling is serene and peaceful, perfect after the seemingly long marathon that always leaves you craving more of him every time. He hums and smiles on your skin with satisfaction when you smile at him after you've fully come down.

With the last few energy in him, he attaches your lips with his, muffling and swallowing your moans as his softened member slowly pulls out while his hand closes on your hole to contain the remnants of his love for you.

“Juyeon?” You ask through your fluttering eyelashes.

He hums, pressing a quick kiss once more before dropping his knees to the ground, worshipping the beautiful mess he created. His opened mouth encircles the opening of your vagina, and his throat sucks you clean.

“Oh.” You gasp out pleasurably, the loose strings being cleaned with just enough pressure. It satisfies you even more when his nose nudges on your overstimulated clit, his tongue swiping across fastly right after to clean the small bit of ice cream that still hung on for him to lick.

Juyeon stands before your tired body, his palms resting on the table next to your waist to support his body and though he broke your body in the best way possible, your elbows successfully bring you closer to him. It amuses you when the redness of his cheeks makes its way onto his face, and you giggle before resting your forehead on his.

“Don't be shy.” You reassure him, arms making their way around his neck. “That was amazing.”

His eyes shape into crescent moons, glad that you enjoyed the moment as much as he did. Juyeon pressed his lips against yours, inviting your own to automatically separate. But just when you could relish the passionate but innocent kiss at what you thought was to be the end of the lust-filled day, Juyeon pushes the mixed juice of your lower bodies into you. His tongue swipes where he can reach and he keeps emptying the load inside his throat into yours, pushing the sweet taste down with the help of gravity when he tilts your head up.

“Happy Birthday to me.” 

Before his hand picks up his straightening cock once more.

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...i'm okay

god he's so fucking pathetic. what a god damn loser. (insane with lust)

#i'm not okay #the wips are...overflowing...

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hehe 🤭 thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts!! i appreciate you so much!! 🫶

[22:58] | tbz lee juyeon

» ​PAIRING: tbz lee juyeon x fem!reader » TROPE/AU​: established relationship au, non-idol au » GENRE​: smut 18+ (mdni!!) 🔞 just a tinge of fluff cause juyeon is momentarily shy after (...hehe) » WORD COUNT: 1764​ » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~7 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): food play (ice cream), temperature play (cold), fingering (reader receiving), literally a second of anal fingering, soft dom!juyeon, momentary mean dom!juyeon, cum eating, dirty talk, slight size kink, unprotected sex (be safe everyone!!)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

thanks for helping with the reading @sohnric, @winterchimez !!

head empty...no thoughts...

happy birthday, lee juyeon!!

head empty...no thoughts...

i'm so shy right now bye—

This was not how you thought the Neapolitan ice cream cake would be used.

There's no sweet taste in the valley that splits your breasts. Nothing but the taste of sweat and Juyeon’s fragrant exhales, the remnants of his birthday treat from his mouth, as he buries his face between your freed chest. He kisses your skin softly, roughly contrasting to the movements of his trailing hands from your stomach, down to your covered core.

He wastes no time, hooking the crotch area of your panties aside with his middle finger, plunging his pointer inside of you, and trudging the inside of your walls. The touch that his skin gave lingers on your dripping cunt and the top of your head meets the marbled countertop once again.

Your hands fly to the side of your body, trying to grab something from the pleasure building as Juyeon unhooks the middle finger to follow the motions of his pointer.

Pulling out slowly, pushing it back in even slower but deeper each Juyeone.

“Oh my God.” Finding nothing to grab so you mess up his still product-filled hair. Your hardworking boyfriend didn’t even bother changing out of his work clothes, opting to work on your body as soon as you greeted him. In fact, you’re surprised that he at least threw his collared button out, his black everyday tie on top of the puddle of clothing.

It sucks that he did that because maybe then if any of the ice cream colours stain his white shirt, maybe he could explain the backstory to his workmates.

Your closed eyes allow your senses to be directed to the warmth that his body gave yours: Juyeon’s tongue that leaves wet, messy suctioned kisses from your chest all the way to your navel, his one free hand that grips the side of your thigh, the other hand bringing you closer to the end as the pad of this thumb presses and circles on your sensitive clit. His pinky is what drove you feral, frozen halfway in your other hole and the other three fingers pushed you closer to your climax.

“Oh, you're so fucking…” Juyeon groans at your mewls, feeling the painful grip that his pants held onto his growing cock. “You’re drenched, bubs.”

“J-Juyeon.” You gasp his name, begging for more of his touch.

Your boyfriend shakes his head, still smiling at you sweetly. He detaches his face from your abdomen and makes eye contact with you. If it wasn't for the way you're laid tiredly but still very much horny, for the way that both your chests are exposed to each other, for the way that Juyeon snakes an arm behind you to get you to sit prettily at the edge of the counter, then his twenty-sixth birthday would have been so innocent.

But here he is, kneeling on the floor, a spoonful of the dessert in his hand as he trails the metal edge on the inside of your thighs. It trails from your midthigh, his tongue following closely behind the ombre colours, reflexively making your legs close. 

The temperature makes you squirm, an added unexpected stimulation that you are enjoying. 

“I see.” Juyeon takes a mental note of the added list of things that leave you breathless.

Finally, the back of the curved utensil hovers above your aching clit. Juyeon looks up, giving the most bright yet lust-filled gaze at you. His thumb stops his abuse for a second, replacing it with the cold instead—thank God the edge of the table is within reach, or else you would have melted already.

If it wasn't enough seeing you all ruined, Juyeon straightens his legs, his mind already wanting to see something else coated in the dessert—coat your hardened nipples the same way that he did just before. For a second, he steps back to admire his work, admiring your half-lidded eyes and rapid breathing.

“Oh.” He coos, his hand below going faster on you. “Ohh,” he says once more, feasting on the chocolate, strawberry and vanilla on your nipples.

A palm presses onto your back, plunging you to the crevices of his face. “Shit!” It's when you realise that he suspends your buds between his teeth along with the aggressive sucking that alternates between. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Not another warning is given as your insides give up, the liquid squirting to make a cloudy pink and brown mess on his hand. Juyeon grunts at the sight, now finished with his appetiser.

“Baby.” He warns, and you see the darkness in his eyes. “Did I tell you to let go?”

“I-I’m—” Your back hits the surface again. “J-Ju—” A hand presses on your collarbone, keeping you in place as your hands fly to wrap around his veiny, muscular arms.

You're greeted with the sight of Juyeon’s bangs covering his hungry desire and when your eyes lower past his defined abs, you salivate at the way he pulls his cock out from his half-down trousers and the way it is immediately enwrapped in his fist. 

“I haven't even gotten a taste of you yet and you're already making a mess.” It's frustrating to him as it's something that he's been wanting for so long. “You're not such a good girl, after all.”

The precum leaks from the slit of his penis, the foreskin coming up and down to coat the natural lube on the rest of his length. He forces you to look at him, the fact of the mess that you've created.

“Do something, please.”

“You bet I will.” 

Juyeon's fingers dig into your skin, and you scream at how he matches the force with his hips. He rams into you, not caring about adjusting your small size to his humongous one.

Marking you on your neck and jawline, going past his unfinished dessert on your nipple—on an urgent mission to make it bright purple and blue to the point where you'll have to sit for hours in front of your makeup to cover them up.

It makes you scream each time he degrades you, calling you his “favourite slut” as if he had another woman to fuck. He whispers seductively to your ear, grunting each time his balls hit your ass. “Enjoying this a little bit too much?”

“N-No.” You lie, biting your bottom lip with the top row of your teeth. “Juyeon! Oh my fucking God!”

“You're so pretty.” Ramming into your body harder and faster. “You're so small that I can see my body inside you.” To prove his point, he pushes on your stomach and you whine at the press, feeling his girth deep inside even more.

“Fuck!” Your legs ran out of strength and Juyeon menacingly smiled, throwing your limbs to rest on his shoulder. “You fucking---”

He presses his lips to yours, stopping your dirty mouth from finishing. “It's not nice to curse the birthday boy on his day, bubs.”

The endearing name would've been great if you were not literally folding against him right now.

“But yes, I will make sure I fuck you,” Your grip his shoulder knowing what's next.

“and I'll fuck you,” Juyeon’s hands cage your waist, pulling you to the edge of the furniture for easier access to your womb.

“so hard,” a thrust, one that makes you drool.

“and so fast,” your boobs move and jiggle faster as he picks up his pace, following the pulls and pushes that he exerts on your half-ruined body.

“to the point that you'll pass out faster than the ice cream cake.” 

Juyeon does work on your body, squirming at your tight grip, listening to your screaming for a certain Holy figure and a bunch of affirmative words spilling out of you as he finally finishes licking your chest clean.

“I'm so close.” You manage to announce between your pants. The sweat trickles down from your back, the arch of your posture cooking you. “Let me cum, Juyeon. Please, please, please.”

“If you cum now, I’m cumming inside of you,” A smirk plays on his lips as you roll your eyes, your legs trembling. Juyeon dips his chest down to yours, allowing him to bury himself into your tight body each he’s fully in. “Though it seems like something you want.”

And then…

“Cum for me, you destroyed slut.” 

Juyeon physically feels the way your body loosens, mixing your release with his inside your pussy. The feeling is serene and peaceful, perfect after the seemingly long marathon that always leaves you craving more of him every time. He hums and smiles on your skin with satisfaction when you smile at him after you've fully come down.

With the last few energy in him, he attaches your lips with his, muffling and swallowing your moans as his softened member slowly pulls out while his hand closes on your hole to contain the remnants of his love for you.

“Juyeon?” You ask through your fluttering eyelashes.

He hums, pressing a quick kiss once more before dropping his knees to the ground, worshipping the beautiful mess he created. His opened mouth encircles the opening of your vagina, and his throat sucks you clean.

“Oh.” You gasp out pleasurably, the loose strings being cleaned with just enough pressure. It satisfies you even more when his nose nudges on your overstimulated clit, his tongue swiping across fastly right after to clean the small bit of ice cream that still hung on for him to lick.

Juyeon stands before your tired body, his palms resting on the table next to your waist to support his body and though he broke your body in the best way possible, your elbows successfully bring you closer to him. It amuses you when the redness of his cheeks makes its way onto his face, and you giggle before resting your forehead on his.

“Don't be shy.” You reassure him, arms making their way around his neck. “That was amazing.”

His eyes shape into crescent moons, glad that you enjoyed the moment as much as he did. Juyeon pressed his lips against yours, inviting your own to automatically separate. But just when you could relish the passionate but innocent kiss at what you thought was to be the end of the lust-filled day, Juyeon pushes the mixed juice of your lower bodies into you. His tongue swipes where he can reach and he keeps emptying the load inside his throat into yours, pushing the sweet taste down with the help of gravity when he tilts your head up.

“Happy Birthday to me.” 

Before his hand picks up his straightening cock once more.

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 tags (send a dm/ask if you would like to be here!): @deoboyznet 📢❤️ @k-labels 💙🤍 @k-films 🤎🎞️ @kflixnet 📺🍿@heemingyu @snowflakewhispers

#📋 izzy's writing feedback #the boyz smut #juyeon smut #lee juyeon smut #juyeon x reader

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[22:58] | tbz lee juyeon

» ​PAIRING: tbz lee juyeon x fem!reader » TROPE/AU​: established relationship au, non-idol au » GENRE​: smut 18+ (mdni!!) 🔞 just a tinge of fluff cause juyeon is momentarily shy after (...hehe) » WORD COUNT: 1764​ » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~7 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): food play (ice cream), temperature play (cold), fingering (reader receiving), literally a second of anal fingering, soft dom!juyeon, momentary mean dom!juyeon, cum eating, dirty talk, slight size kink (juyeon is bigger than the reader), unprotected sex (be safe everyone!!)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

thanks for helping with the reading @sohnric, @winterchimez !!

head empty...no thoughts...

happy birthday, lee juyeon!!

head empty...no thoughts...

i'm so shy right now bye—

This was not how you thought the Neapolitan ice cream cake would be used.

There's no sweet taste in the valley that splits your breasts. Nothing but the taste of sweat and Juyeon’s fragrant exhales, the remnants of his birthday treat from his mouth, as he buries his face between your freed chest. He kisses your skin softly, roughly contrasting to the movements of his trailing hands from your stomach, down to your covered core.

He wastes no time, hooking the crotch area of your panties aside with his middle finger, plunging his pointer inside of you, and trudging the inside of your walls. The touch that his skin gave lingers on your dripping cunt and the top of your head meets the marbled countertop once again.

Your hands fly to the side of your body, trying to grab something from the pleasure building as Juyeon unhooks the middle finger to follow the motions of his pointer.

Pulling out slowly, pushing it back in even slower but deeper each Juyeone.

“Oh my God.” Finding nothing to grab so you mess up his still product-filled hair. Your hardworking boyfriend didn’t even bother changing out of his work clothes, opting to work on your body as soon as you greeted him. In fact, you’re surprised that he at least threw his collared button out, his black everyday tie on top of the puddle of clothing.

It sucks that he did that because maybe then if any of the ice cream colours stain his white shirt, maybe he could explain the backstory to his workmates.

Your closed eyes allow your senses to be directed to the warmth that his body gave yours: Juyeon’s tongue that leaves wet, messy suctioned kisses from your chest all the way to your navel, his one free hand that grips the side of your thigh, the other hand bringing you closer to the end as the pad of this thumb presses and circles on your sensitive clit. His pinky is what drove you feral, frozen halfway in your other hole and the other three fingers pushed you closer to your climax.

“Oh, you're so fucking…” Juyeon groans at your mewls, feeling the painful grip that his pants held onto his growing cock. “You’re drenched, bubs.”

“J-Juyeon.” You gasp his name, begging for more of his touch.

Your boyfriend shakes his head, still smiling at you sweetly. He detaches his face from your abdomen and makes eye contact with you. If it wasn't for the way you're laid tiredly but still very much horny, for the way that both your chests are exposed to each other, for the way that Juyeon snakes an arm behind you to get you to sit prettily at the edge of the counter, then his twenty-sixth birthday would have been so innocent.

But here he is, kneeling on the floor, a spoonful of the dessert in his hand as he trails the metal edge on the inside of your thighs. It trails from your midthigh, his tongue following closely behind the ombre colours, reflexively making your legs close. 

The temperature makes you squirm, an added unexpected stimulation that you are enjoying. 

“I see.” Juyeon takes a mental note of the added list of things that leave you breathless.

Finally, the back of the curved utensil hovers above your aching clit. Juyeon looks up, giving the most bright yet lust-filled gaze at you. His thumb stops his abuse for a second, replacing it with the cold instead—thank God the edge of the table is within reach, or else you would have melted already.

If it wasn't enough seeing you all ruined, Juyeon straightens his legs, his mind already wanting to see something else coated in the dessert—coat your hardened nipples the same way that he did just before. For a second, he steps back to admire his work, admiring your half-lidded eyes and rapid breathing.

“Oh.” He coos, his hand below going faster on you. “Ohh,” he says once more, feasting on the chocolate, strawberry and vanilla on your nipples.

A palm presses onto your back, plunging you to the crevices of his face. “Shit!” It's when you realise that he suspends your buds between his teeth along with the aggressive sucking that alternates between. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Not another warning is given as your insides give up, the liquid squirting to make a cloudy pink and brown mess on his hand. Juyeon grunts at the sight, now finished with his appetiser.

“Baby.” He warns, and you see the darkness in his eyes. “Did I tell you to let go?”

“I-I’m—” Your back hits the surface again. “J-Ju—” A hand presses on your collarbone, keeping you in place as your hands fly to wrap around his veiny, muscular arms.

You're greeted with the sight of Juyeon’s bangs covering his hungry desire and when your eyes lower past his defined abs, you salivate at the way he pulls his cock out from his half-down trousers and the way it is immediately enwrapped in his fist. 

“I haven't even gotten a taste of you yet and you're already making a mess.” It's frustrating to him as it's something that he's been wanting for so long. “You're not such a good girl, after all.”

The precum leaks from the slit of his penis, the foreskin coming up and down to coat the natural lube on the rest of his length. He forces you to look at him, the fact of the mess that you've created.

“Do something, please.”

“You bet I will.” 

Juyeon's fingers dig into your skin, and you scream at how he matches the force with his hips. He rams into you, not caring about adjusting your small size to his humongous one.

Marking you on your neck and jawline, going past his unfinished dessert on your nipple—on an urgent mission to make it bright purple and blue to the point where you'll have to sit for hours in front of your makeup to cover them up.

It makes you scream each time he degrades you, calling you his “favourite slut” as if he had another woman to fuck. He whispers seductively to your ear, grunting each time his balls hit your ass. “Enjoying this a little bit too much?”

“N-No.” You lie, biting your bottom lip with the top row of your teeth. “Juyeon! Oh my fucking God!”

“You're so pretty.” Ramming into your body harder and faster. “You're so small that I can see my body inside you.” To prove his point, he pushes on your stomach and you whine at the press, feeling his girth deep inside even more.

“Fuck!” Your legs ran out of strength and Juyeon menacingly smiled, throwing your limbs to rest on his shoulder. “You fucking---”

He presses his lips to yours, stopping your dirty mouth from finishing. “It's not nice to curse the birthday boy on his day, bubs.”

The endearing name would've been great if you were not literally folding against him right now.

“But yes, I will make sure I fuck you,” Your grip his shoulder knowing what's next.

“and I'll fuck you,” Juyeon’s hands cage your waist, pulling you to the edge of the furniture for easier access to your womb.

“so hard,” a thrust, one that makes you drool.

“and so fast,” your boobs move and jiggle faster as he picks up his pace, following the pulls and pushes that he exerts on your half-ruined body.

“to the point that you'll pass out faster than the ice cream cake.” 

Juyeon does work on your body, squirming at your tight grip, listening to your screaming for a certain Holy figure and a bunch of affirmative words spilling out of you as he finally finishes licking your chest clean.

“I'm so close.” You manage to announce between your pants. The sweat trickles down from your back, the arch of your posture cooking you. “Let me cum, Juyeon. Please, please, please.”

“If you cum now, I’m cumming inside of you,” A smirk plays on his lips as you roll your eyes, your legs trembling. Juyeon dips his chest down to yours, allowing him to bury himself into your tight body each he’s fully in. “Though it seems like something you want.”

And then…

“Cum for me, you destroyed slut.” 

Juyeon physically feels the way your body loosens, mixing your release with his inside your pussy. The feeling is serene and peaceful, perfect after the seemingly long marathon that always leaves you craving more of him every time. He hums and smiles on your skin with satisfaction when you smile at him after you've fully come down.

With the last few energy in him, he attaches your lips with his, muffling and swallowing your moans as his softened member slowly pulls out while his hand closes on your hole to contain the remnants of his love for you.

“Juyeon?” You ask through your fluttering eyelashes.

He hums, pressing a quick kiss once more before dropping his knees to the ground, worshipping the beautiful mess he created. His opened mouth encircles the opening of your vagina, and his throat sucks you clean.

“Oh.” You gasp out pleasurably, the loose strings being cleaned with just enough pressure. It satisfies you even more when his nose nudges on your overstimulated clit, his tongue swiping across fastly right after to clean the small bit of ice cream that still hung on for him to lick.

Juyeon stands before your tired body, his palms resting on the table next to your waist to support his body and though he broke your body in the best way possible, your elbows successfully bring you closer to him. It amuses you when the redness of his cheeks makes its way onto his face, and you giggle before resting your forehead on his.

“Don't be shy.” You reassure him, arms making their way around his neck. “That was amazing.”

His eyes shape into crescent moons, glad that you enjoyed the moment as much as he did. Juyeon pressed his lips against yours, inviting your own to automatically separate. But just when you could relish the passionate but innocent kiss at what you thought was to be the end of the lust-filled day, Juyeon pushes the mixed juice of your lower bodies into you. His tongue swipes where he can reach and he keeps emptying the load inside his throat into yours, pushing the sweet taste down with the help of gravity when he tilts your head up.

“Happy Birthday to me.” 

Before his hand picks up his straightening cock once more.

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 tags (send a dm/ask if you would like to be here!): @deoboyznet 📢❤️ @k-labels 💙🤍 @k-films 🤎🎞️ @kflixnet 📺🍿@heemingyu @snowflakewhispers

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