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Red Dress and the things in between

Pairing: Friends with benefits! Sunghoon X Rich girl Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞 (Minors DNI), fluff, a dash of angst, friends with benefits to lovers, porn with plot, mutual pining.

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap), oral (female receiving), Dom! Sunghoon with a biker history, Sunghoon calling reader ‘princess’ multiple times, Sunghoon has a thing fucking you in pretty dresses, alcohol consumption, smoking (weed and cigarettes), profanities/ lots of cursing, dry humping and mention of voyeurism, mc having rich girl problems, hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else.

Summary: You’ve yet again escape from one of the lavish parties your parents hosted, hoping to find an safe heaven in another party that includes drunk and horny students in a frat house, and maybe from certain someone as well.

“The red dress looks good on you.”

“Thanks, I dyed it with the blood of my enemies.”

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Word count: 7,012 words

Everything feels suffocating.

It was ironic that you think that— puffing out a single drag from the cigarette between your lips, feeling the smoke reach your lungs whilst escaping through your mouth and nose. The window of your car was slightly open, letting in the gush of wind flailing the strands of your messy hair that was once an elegant bun.

You keep one hand steady on the steering wheel, while the other carefully removes the cigarette to tap the falling ashes at the end outside the window sill. The muscle in your body immediately relaxes, sucking in the sentiment of the nicotine coursing through your veins.

Your eyes glance at the time on your dashboard.

1:04 a.m.

You pressed on the gas paddle a little harder. The acceleration was something you were used to. You were always running late to meetings, events and blind dates that your parents set up, including right now— driving to the location of the frat party a few blocks away. In a way, it was on brand for you to be fashionably late to circumstances like these (which was something your parents absolutely loathe).

The frat house in sight was already looking disarranged. You park your Roll-Royce among the common cars that belong to the students inside. As if that wasn’t the only thing that made you stood out; the red delicate couture gown you wore showed skin with it’s spaghetti strap details, the fitting clinched to your waist and flared out to show silver heels adored with rhinestones that clatter against the stone pavement of the walkway

Overdressing is something, you can proudly say, is your expertise.

Last time, you wore a full set vintage skirt-suit to the convenience store, earning you some curious stares. The black and white tweed detail compliments the dark sunglasses you adored, busying yourself with some instant Ramyeon and a can of beer after a very exhausting dinner meeting at some exclusive restaurant.

Don’t get her wrong, the food was exquisite; the chefs have trained for years to perfect the art of culinary and gastronomy in a single plate that could, unfortunately, feed a tiny mouse. At least you were accompanied by some enjoyable wine but with a not so enjoyable company of your parents and their business partners.

When people see you, the only daughter from a family of Nouveau riche, striding through the crowd in a caricature attire from the norm (some call it inappropriate); you’ll know that she had yet again, escaped from the clutches from a terrible evening reception or gala held by her family.

You didn’t even bother the stares and glares from other students as you walked in. How could you? The clothing you wore was magnificent and glamorous, and they deserved to be worn.

“Bitch!”

You grinned when your best friend, Sieun, squealed in shock when she saw you. You didn’t blame her, you did say there was a chance you won’t be able to attend the frat party but here you were, giving her a hug as she pulled you into her arms, a red cup of booze still in her hands.

She pulled you away for a second to look at you up and down. “You look like you came straight out of—”

“—Hell? Yeah, that was the kind of vibe I was going for.” You twirl around to show her your dress, a smug and proud smirk tugging at your lips at your choice of attire.

“I have a feeling your mom did not like that.” Sieun gave you an impressed expression, almost approving of what you had done.

You lean into her with a devilish smile. “She was fucking furious.”

The fit of giggles was befitting between you and her. Sieun had been your best friend since high school; coming from a normal family with a normal beginning. The relationship was rocky at first; she saw you as everyone did back then, a snotty brat from a rich family that could buy their way in every aspect of life.

It wasn’t until she took a part-time job as a waiter at one of the events your family held, did she truly see the real person behind the mask everyone painted you to be. A small mistake leads to spilled champagne on a guest’s dress and Sieun ends up being degraded by the young women.

It wasn’t until you arrived, clayed in another defying attire that distinguished you from the rest, strutting through the crowds of wealthy people who had watched the incident happen. Sieun swore she felt something change in her, watching you take the bottle of champagne from the tray and pouring it on top of the lady’s head.

Your best friend was baffled, almost star-struck when you grabbed her hand hastily by the wrist; the sound of the young woman screaming at the top of her lungs after being humiliated mixed together with your mother’s distant angry shouts. It echoed in the cumbersomeness of the mansion as you swiftly eloped with her from the place.

From there, everything was history.

“Baby! There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Sieun’s boyfriend appeared behind, slinging a hand around her shoulder with a beaming expression. While the two enjoy a moment of affection (too much pda for your taste), you clear your throat awkwardly before things could escalate further than your eyes can bear.

“Your highness,” Jihoon bowed in your direction in an almost taunting manner. “What brings the princess here to generously grace us with her presence?”

Sieun nudged him on the stomach with her elbow, causing the male to let out a groan. You let a giggle when Sieun rolled her eyes, winking at your direction at her boyfriend’s stupid antics.

“Just kidding,” Jihoon emphasized in agony through gritted teeth, rubbing his stomach with his palm from the impact. “But seriously though, I thought you had a super duper important rich people event that you needed to go to.”

“I ditch that clown show,” You scoffed, letting out a winded sigh after. “So I came straight to the party for something to relish on.”

“Oh yeah! princess gone wild yet again.” A huge grin made its way on his face, bringing his palm up to high-five you. Though the action was childish (and very boorish for your own etiquette), you reluctantly reciprocate back; trying to hold back the small smile on your lips.

Jihoon might be the embodiment of incompetency (you had always describe him as a himbo which for some reason, causes Sieun to swooned over him even more) but he was also one of the few people who treated you unexpectedly normal, despite the reputation you have— which you sort of form an endearing affiliation to him.

“You guys go and have fun,” You observed the way Jihoon’s arm slipped down to circulate around his girlfriend’s waist, maybe itching to go lower with the way it kept fidgeting around. The way he was pulling her flush against his side— it caused you to purse your lips in an impish manner, slowly reaching out to grab the forgotten red cup in Sieun’s hand. “I’m gonna leave before his boner scars me for life.”

You can see the panic rise in his eyes, but Sieun shooed you away before you could tease him even further— the flush on her cheeks were apparent with the way she turned you around by the shoulder and hastily pushed your back, leading you in the opposite direction.

“Goodbye, y/n.” Sieun promptly answered, unamused at the way you crackled when her flush deepens. You let her push you until you were out of sight— but her last words caught you off guard that you almost trip on your heels.

“Sunghoon would be looking for you if he knew you came.”

And she left you alone to dwell on your thoughts. Of course he would— this frat party after all, was held by the fraternity he belongs to. Belift House made up of many infamous names; Jake Sim, the Australian Math Major known to be the biggest flirt; Lee Heeseung, the elder Music Major with an alluring voice; Jay Park, a Business Major and only son from a family of old money and Park Sunghoon, a Dance Major who happens to be your friend with benefits.

Your relationship with Sunghoon was an unlikely dynamic.

You’ve known each other since high school when he accidentally bumps into you— witnessing a pack of cigarettes tumbling out of your hand on the floor in front of him. This was the time where you still staged an ugly façade of a quiet obedient rich daughter in front of everyone, including your parents, teachers and students alike.

He was the foremost person to realize the act you’ve put out, forming an affable exchange between each other throughout high school. You showed him who you really are while he didn’t mind the real you being shown. His reputation as a troublemaker in school caused him to be secluded from the rest— a student in the morning and an illegal bike racer at night. It seems the both of you were similar one way or another.

The trust you built with him for years solidified when you took each other’s virginity after graduation, and you broke the character you’ve endured to appease your family— which ultimately leads to the current shattered mess of a relationship you have with your parents.

After entering University, both of you continued to sleep with one another several times, more than you can count for the past years. But for some reason, it didn’t break the strong friendship you’ve shared, even if there were other partners coming and going in between.

Once he invited you to watch him race one night— he strode towards you with the utmost confidence and a smirk when he won, clad in a leather jacket with sweat dripping down his forehead. The adrenaline rush you felt watching him race was parallel to his, knowing that you were watching him win.

At the height of that, he brought you to a secluded racing garage and proceeded to fuck you hard against his bike until there were bruises on your skin the next day (he did apologise afterwards). If there was one thing you know about Sunghoon is that being cocky and prideful was the fuel to this roughness, something you can’t deny that turns you on and gets your heart beating.

There was one time you invited him over to one of your private villas with a pool during summer break. The time you spent together was enough for him to notice and realize the male neighbor next door who was clearly interested in you— peering at you from a distance from the windows while you were clad in a revealing bikini while swimming in the pool.

With a smudged smirk, Sunghoon dry hump you from behind in the waters, rubbing his hard clothed dick against your ass while whispering dirty things in your ears about your neighbor who was watching him grinding you like a dog in heat at the side of the pool. His wet swimming trunks rubbing against your bikini bottom had you weak on the knees, but he was enjoying showing off to your neighbor about the things that he can do to you.

As much as Sunghoon liked to put on a show outside, he continued to fuck you in the guest bedroom of the villa, not wanting to give the sick bastard the satisfaction of seeing you in pleasure.

His touches and actions were rough, lips muttering teasing and mocking words to provoke you while his hips were moving in and out of you in a feral manner. Bites and hickeys married your skin, manhandling you in a way that he could ignite the deepest pleasure that gets you mewling and crying in a mess for him.

But the aftercare was immaculate, he did his best to clean you— attending to your needs and wants because Sunghoon himself acknowledged how aggressive and rowdy he can be with you.

It’s gradual, but you’ve noticed how different he holds you from before— his movements are more slow and sensual, kisses on your skin lingering with subtle softness and gentleness. When he releases into you, he prefers to face each other when cumming. Thick eyebrows in a furrow and tender gaze never leaving your eyes, you’ve never cummed so hard at how unnerving he was looking at you.

The butterflies in your stomach never ceased even after he left to run a bath for the both of you.

You don’t deny the attraction you had with him, the sentiment you felt every time you were with him was unfamiliar to you; though you had a suspicion of what that emotion means, the last thing you loathe the most was to be vulnerable, even it means suppressing that feeling described with only four letters.

Even among the hundreds of drunk, sweaty students in the frat house, you could pinpoint the male among the crowds even with the obvious silver dyed hair. He don his typical attire of a black t-shirt paired together with dark pants, exuding an captivating aura that lures you in with a single glance, decipher by the flock of interested people surrounding him.

You didn’t keep your gaze on him for too long before climbing up the stairways to the third floor, where you could chamber yourself in a familiar room you’ve been in way too many times.

You didn’t notice the darted glance from Sunghoon watching you from afar.

Sunghoon’s room was always kept tidy and neat in comparison to the other frat boys. You collapsed on the sofa the minute you entered, taking off your heels that were aching your toes. You’ve been in them for far too long during the party that your mother hosted, standing like a piece of statue just mindlessly sipping on wine.

You let out an exhausted sigh, stretching your legs on the coffee table and leaning your head on the shoulder rest of the sofa. You bask in the light scent of Sunghoon’s room that surges and wanes; delicately soft yet elegantly sweet that reminds you of fresh laundry with a hint of his body soap and shampoo in between.

You wonder if you’ve spent too much time in his room (or arms) to be able to distinguish it.

The plan was to hang around until any of the escorts hired by your parents were able to track you down, going from place to place until you were cornered and forced to surrender. So, you weren’t planning on staying for long in the frat house, taking only temporary refuge until you were ready to rendezvous out.

The silent atmosphere of the room soon falters as the sound of the door opening cuts through. You didn’t need to look to know who had entered.

“What are you doing here?” you sang, watching as Sunghoon closed the door and made his way to the sofa.

“Do I need to have a reason to enter my own room?” he raised his eyebrow, sitting down on the space beside you so close to that the skin on your shoulder brushed against the fabric of his shoulder. “I brought a peace offering.”

You curiously glance at the side when he holds a piece of joint between his fingers, the brunt bud at the end emits smoke that disintegrates into the air. You were a bit surprised seeing the rolled weed between his lanky fingers; Sunghoon was adamant that smoking was not allowed in his room which includes cigarettes as well, considering that he didn’t want the scent to stick to his sheets and bed.

Or maybe it was a way for him to bribe you to stay longer, already used to your nomad tendencies whenever you came after escaping your parents. Either way, it was a treat for you.

You let out a small smile, leaning forward to capture the end of the joint on your lips when he held it out to you. “Offer accepted.”

Sunghoon watches you take in a long drag, the red hues of your lipstick staining the paper. His eyes darted down to the exposed skin of your shoulder, the loose necklace around your neck dangling with soft movements, and the way you leaned in gave him a perfect view of your ample cleavage due to the low cut nature of the dress.

“Eyes up here buddy.” you blew out the smoke out of your mouth into this face, causing him to smirk at your antics.

“You certainly dressed aptly for the occasion. The red dress looks good on you.” he leans into the sofa, hands outstretched on top of the backrest behind you. He took the time to take a puff himself.

“Thanks, I dyed it with the blood of my enemies.” you could feel the small movement of his arms behind you, feeling the substance reaching your brain to your bloodstream; muscles relaxing after a few seconds. You don’t usually indulge in such substances, only occasionally enough to not get you addicted. But you do enjoy the euphoric effects it had on you.

“So,” Sunghoon dragged out, letting out a puff of smoke. You could tell it was his first joint of the day by how sober he looked and acted. “Aren’t you going to tell me what happened?”

You let out an amused but strained chuckle, resting your head gently on his shoulder. “My parents were going to announce my supposed engagement without my knowledge.”

Sunghoon’s eyebrow twitched at the news. Something in him felt uncomfortable hearing that but he chose to stay nonchalant about it but inside, he was fuming. He knew there comes a time where your parents would arrange a forced marriage for alliance but hearing it coming out of your mouth, his heart squeezed with agony.

“Who’s the lucky man?”

The side glare you gave him caused him to chuckle. It was obvious he said that as a joke but Sunghoon wanted to know the potential male that your parents had set you up with, probably to appease his ego that he was definitely superior in other criteria than the male even though wealth was not in his favour.

“Justin Woo, you know him right?”

“Never heard of him.”

“Sunghoon,” you pressed, annoyed by his adamant answer. “He's literally from your department, how could you not know?”

He pushed back the bangs of silver hair out of his face. You didn’t catch the way his lips curved into an annoyed smirk. Of course he knew who he was, and that pissed him even more knowing that the guy was definitely equal— if not superior to him if you take money into account.

“And what does he have to do with what happened?” Sunghoon insisted. You decided to ignore his whole ordeal before continuing with your story.

“Basically, he was on the same page as me. He found out about the secret announcement from his nosy sister, practically begging me to do something about it. Poor boy had a girl of his dreams already.” you said.

You remember the way he pulled you to the side, away from the prying eyes from the guests, ignoring the cold stare you were giving him. Justin Woo was not the worst option your parents wanted, there were a couple of other options who were pretty much garbage for your taste. You knew because of the stupid dates your parents forced you to attend.

The others practically sees you as just an object to win over, either it was some stupid bet between their rich boy circle to hang you like an medal or an order from mommy and daddy to seal an alliance with your family.

Justin Woo at least had the decency to read the room and decide to just take you out on a simple dinner date, respectfully announcing that he had no intention of advancing on you. Now you know why, clearly he was not interested in you due to being occupied with another girl.

But the only thing about him was the fact that he didn’t like to defy his parent’s wishes (which peeved you the most). Although he was against the idea of marrying you, he was too much of a coward to handle the disappointment. So with his last resort, he had to ask you to pretty much do anything to stop this from happening.

“So I marched straight to where Mrs. Woo was and told her I was not going to marry his son and that her husband had been snooping around with a younger woman behind her back.” you continued. “I said that not because I wanted to but because Justin thought it would be something extra that could completely put the engagement to an end.”

The way Mrs. Woo's face turned into an ugly shade of red at your words— the moment made you fear for your life until you saw a look of acceptance in her eyes before she left in search of her cheating husband. It finally dawned on you that she must have suspected an affair a lot earlier, and your words only fueled her suspicions even more.

You left early before the storm, and the plan that you and Justin conjured up in alliance worked when the announcement was never made in the party. Let’s just say the agreement between the parents was not fulfilled due to the commotion and you were sure your mother had permanently removed the Woo family’s son from the marital candidates in hopes of avoiding further issues in the future.

Sunghoon snorted, “That was something, alright.”

“He must have really loved that girl to be able to ruin his parent’s marriage like that.” you mused absentmindedly, falling into a headspace of your own. Sunghoon observed you from the corner of his eyes, watching the way you were picking at the cuticle of your thumb.

“The marriage was ruined the moment his father decided to cheat,” Sunghoon said. “It was only a matter of time before he got caught, which unfortunately for him, by his own damn son.” you nodded in agreement at his words, resting the back of your head on his forearm behind you.

You hated talking about relationships, especially marriages. Your whole life, your mother has set you up with countless potential suitors from different families. Jay would often joke that he might be on that list as well, considering how your mother was poaching for connections at such incredible lengths.

You, on the other hand, did your absolute best to ruin your mother’s plan. You did everything you could to be perceived as an undesirable marriage candidate. Even if it means using the media as a form of material, involving gossip blogs to front pages of paparazzi tabloids; you were the pinnacle of a troubled lady.

Because of this, you were able to delay any form of engagement, but you were sure that your mother had not given up just yet by the looks of it. You don’t want to admit it but, it’s getting to you that she might just succeed.

“Talking about relationships and marriages is a pain in the ass.” you scooch closer to his side, eyes trained on the joint between his finger that was still burning before reaching out with one arm. “I need another smoke.”

“Woah, slow down there. Not so fast.” Sunghoon raised his arm, making sure it was far away from your reach. You place a hand on his shoulder to balance yourself, practically sitting on his lap at this point.

“What the hell! You said it was a peace offering.”

“I take it back.” Sunghoon secured an arm around your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap.

The front part of your body was flushed against his, feeling his body heat radiating and the smell of his musky cologne was intoxicating. He leaned enough until you could count his lashes— faces so close that you could make out the way his eyes were trained on your lips before staring back into your eyes.

“If you want some, you’ll have to cooperate with me. Alright, princess?” Sunghoon taunts, voice almost a sultry whisper. You had to stop yourself from shivering when he called you with that nickname, the sort of edge that hypnotized you the moment he utter those words.

“Fine.” you swallow down the pride clawing out of your throat, causing Sunghoon to lick his bottom lips in satisfaction.

You watch him bring the rolled joint, now almost an inch long, around his lips— dragging a long puff before leaning into your face with expectation. It wasn’t until his nose bumps into yours did you understand his intention, closing the distance and capturing his lips in a kiss.

Both of your hands grips onto his board shoulder, feeling the smoke transfer from his mouth to yours, the substance reaching your brain until you feel lightheaded. Sunghoon’s palm at your back pushes you closer to him, deepening the kiss until it elicits a soft whine from your lips.

It seems that the both of you have forgotten about the small bud that had fallen somewhere on the floor, basking in each other’s mouths until every mass of smoke had escaped, either into your system or in the air around the room.

The way his lips moved in a sensual motion against yours, tongue exploring the cavern of your warm mouth until you could taste a hint of alcohol on your taste buds. His arms nestle on your hips, enjoying the feeling of your fingers tugging at the hair on his nape.

The kiss soon turns sloppy and rough, saliva coating the entrances of each other’s mouth— he was sucking on your bottom lips until you had to forcefully lean back to break the kiss, leaving you gasping for air at the intensity.

“You're hard.” you swallowed down, resting your forehead against his. You felt him poking at your inner thighs and Sunghoon couldn't help but chuckle, staring back at you with lust in his eyes. Something about seeing you with swollen lips glistening with saliva at such a close proximity got him hungry for more.

You felt his fingers snaking under the skirt of your gown, reaching to rub you against your panties. The action causes you to buck against his bulge for friction, feeling him stroking your folds against the fabric of your underwear.

“And you’re wet, princess.” Sunghoon mumbled close to your lips, feeling the wet patch sticking to his fingers. “So fucking wet just for me.”

You whimper when he thumbed your clit, drawing circles around the hard knob until your nails clawed his shoulder for support. He grunts when you move to grind on his bulge, watching you through hooded eyes as you let out a string of moans with mouth agape.

“God, you’re driving me crazy.” Sunghoon hissed when the tight confinement of his cock rubs against the material of his pants with every motion of your hips.

You gasp when he slips past the fabric of your underwear, two rough fingers rubbing earnestly on your damp folds that you had to lean your head back from the pleasure. Sunghoon welcomed the gesture, leaving open-mouth kisses on your exposed neck, loving the way the straps of your dress had fallen down delicately from its place on your shoulder.

Sunghoon’s dirty little secret was that he remembers every detail of all the dresses you wore after a party every time you’ve slept with him.

“I love this dress on you.” He said, pushing you by the shoulder until you lay flat on the sofa on your back. You watch him pull his shirt off, throwing it on the floor before proceeding to bunch the skirt of your gown at the waist. “I can’t wait to fuck you in it.”

He wasted no time tugging your underwear down your legs, shivering when the cold air hit your exposed core. He spreads your legs apart, diving straight into your wet cunt without a second to spare.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, unable to contain your moans as Sunghoon drags his tongue against your entrance, feeling the warmth of the wet muscle swirling itself in between your folds. Your legs were hooked to his shoulder, inner thighs squeezing the sides of his face when you wiggle in an attempt to grind down against his face.

“S-Sunghoon!” you gasped when his tongue prods you hole, the electrifying feeling causes your skin to break out into goosebumps. The weed in your system was causing you to be more sensitive than usual and combined with Sunghoon’s innate ability to know the right button to push your body into ecstasy, you can’t help but tighten your grip in his hair.

The action caused him to meet your eyes when you sneak a glance down at him, feeling the little smirk against your cunt when he saw your glossy eyes, skin flushed and lips panting at every movement of his tongue. With fingers digging into your thighs, Sunghoon drags you down further into his face, loving the smell and taste of your arousal intoxicating him.

“Taste so fucking good.” the way he mumbles— the vibration sending shivers down your spine and you rolled your eyes to the back when he started lapping your cunt with such intensity that the pleasure was overwhelming your senses.

“I’m so close—” the sob that spilled out of your slips was so deranged that Sunghoon had to fight back in keeping your hips down. The hot knot that was building up in you was about to burst— and you're waiting for one final push to make you come undone.

When he moves to inch higher— suctioning his lips around your clit, tongue pressed flat on the sensitive nerve, the orgasm that washes over had you cumming on his mouth with your back arch on the sofa. Your cries filled the empty space of his room as Sunghoon continued licking you through the aftershock of your high.

With one last kiss to your clit (which made you shiver), he softly rested his hands on your bent knee, lifting up from his kneeled position until the sofa deepens at this weight. The way he wipes the corners of his lips with the pads of his thumb, gazing at you straight in the eye and letting you watch him lick the excess slick of your arousal.

The desire that pooled in your eyes got him leaking with precum— as if his boxers weren’t damp already when he ate you out.

“I don’t have a condom with me,” he moved to unbuckle his belt, hastily unzipping his pants from the tight confinement before pulling down his boxers. “Are you on the pill or…?”

You nodded your head, already feeling impatient from his question. “Yeah, I’m on the pill.”

You let it sink in that he didn’t have protection on him. You wonder if he didn’t bring any knowing that you wouldn’t be able to attend the frat party. Sunghoon glance back at you when you fell silent and in an instant, he could already tell what was going on in your mind. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the weed in his brain but he was feeling a little more bold than normal, which was either a good or a bad thing at the moment.

“I wasn’t planning on sleeping with anyone—” he felt the words slipping at the tip of his tongue, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to say the next words right now. With his mind still in a jumble and the fact that you’re looking at him expectantly, his mouth just rolled without much control. “—unless it was you.”

He immediately regretted saying anything.

Sunghoon couldn’t pinpoint the moment he fell in love with you— maybe it was the time you defended him during high school when the owner of the convenience store accused him of shoplifting, which he didn’t, or the time when you called him to whisk you away from a soirees with his motorcycle, driving under the night sky until you fell asleep on his shoulder.

Either way, he didn’t want you to feel obligated to come into terms with your feelings towards him. Pushing this new revelation would only burden you even more, especially when you've always come running into his arms when trouble hits. He didn’t want to take away that safe space from you— he was fine suffering with this affection alone, and he never wants to trade it if it means that you’ll leave his side once you know.

But talking about marriages, engagements, relationships and love? There was something itching in him that you’ll never be his until he tries, and watching you with another person that wasn’t him? Call him selfish but unless you were truly in love with the person and not some kind of agreement that your family did— he wasn’t going to let you go.

“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to say that.” you admitted. He watched you place an arm over your eyes, chest rising and falling as he waited for you to continue. “But I don’t know if I can.”

“I don’t expect you to.” He quickly added on.

“No, you’re mistaken. I want to— I want you so damn much.” you let out a shaky breath and Sunghoon can make out how your fingers were trembling. “But I don’t know if I can love you as much as you love me.”

You were on the verge of breaking down, the sting in your eyes was hurting but it doesn’t compare to the agonizing feeling in your heart. You were just waiting for his reaction but you didn’t expect the chuckle that slips through his lips. You felt his weight on you, callus fingers wrap around your wrist to move your arms away from your face.

“It’s funny you say that.” When you made eye contact with him, faces so close together and lips just a ghost away from each other; you had to hold back the tears in your eyes when he gazed at you with so much fondness that you couldn’t believe that anyone was capable of looking at you that way.

He smiled. “You didn’t even have to lift a single finger to make me feel loved.”

He guided your hand, letting it slip past the curve of his pecs before nestling it at the area where you can feel his racing heart. He thought of everything that you did that made him feel cared, adored, cherished and most of all, the things that you do to make him fall in love with you as the years go by.

It dawned on you, that his heartbeat was beating as fast as yours.

“Are you sure it’s not the weed talking?” you tried but it only caused him to laugh.

He leaned further until the bridge of his nose was touching yours. “If this is what it feels like every time you look at me, I must be high on you.”

He kissed you feverishly like nothing matters anymore; and you welcomed it, feeling the fire igniting in you burning brighter the more he leans forward to capture your lips. Sunghoon slowly descends down to trail kisses down your jaw to the column of your throat, lips so dangerously close to your pulse that it gets your fingers tangled in his silver locks.

It was wet, it was messy— but you love it.

“Fuck.” you can’t help but gasp out, feeling his mouth reaching the swell of your breast before tugging on the material of your dress together with your bra. Sunghoon wastes no time and attaches his lips on your hardened nipple, earning a well deserved moan from you that got him aroused.

“So soft and pretty.” he sucked on the pebbled nub, devouring it like a popsicle on a summer day while his finger played and flicker the neglected nipple. The pleasure got you shuddering underneath him, rolling your hips when you feel his hard cock rubbing against your leg, precum smeared on the underside of your thighs.

“Sunghoon— fuck, I want—” you whimpered when he grazed his teeth on your nipple, causing him to look up against your breast.

“What do you want, princess?” Sunghoon whispered, massaging your breasts with his hands and making sure to thumb the tender nipples in circular motion. “Tell me what you want with those pretty lips of yours.”

“I want you.” you begged, unable to hide the loud moan when he pinch your nipples and rolled them with his thumb and index fingers, holding onto his wrist as he continued to pleasure you with the motion. You move a leg to rub his hard, leaking cock against your thighs and feeling it pulsate. “I want your cock inside me, Sunghoon.”

“Shit.” the desperate groan that elicits out between gritted teeth, bangs sticking to this forehead while he holds your thigh from moving any faster. Prominent veins protruding out from his neck to his forearms as he stared at you with a smirk. “As sexy as it is— if you do that again, you're gonna make me cum.”

Sunghoon relocated a leg to rest on his shoulder while he positioned himself to line up his cock against your folds. “Fuck— look at this pretty pussy. All fucking mine.”

Your finger grips on the material of the sofa when he rubbed the throbbing head against your soak folds. He had to physically stop himself from ramming straight into your hole when he saw your juices mixed together with his precum dripping down your pussy— instead, Sunghoon slowly pushed himself into you.

No matter how many times Sunghoon had fucked you, you couldn’t get used to how big he was— the stretch wasn’t foreign but you wince everytime he pushes into you little by little. The heat in your stomach was getting hotter the more you felt him sink into your walls, feeling his pelvic flush against yours as the pain slowly turned into pleasure.

“Is this okay? Too much?” Sunghoon’s voice was an octave lower, letting out heavy breaths every time your walls throb against his length, the heat felt like he was drowning in a molten sea.

“Feels so fucking good.” you moaned as Sunghoon began to move whilst gripping on your hips, strong thrust accompanied by his grunts got your hips moving to meet him halfway. The noises the sofa was making as he continued to railed you were drowned by the sound of skin slapping and heavy panting that seems to never stop as the intensity of the pleasure heightens.

“You’re sucking me in.” Sunghoon whines deeply. “So fucking tight even after all the times I’ve fucked you.”

He deeps down to rest his weight on you, forearms caging the sides of your face as you wrap your legs around his waist. The position causes your walls to clench against his cock harder, clawing at the muscles of his back with your nails as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot at an incredibly feral pace. You were a sobbing mess underneath him, every vicious thrust of his cock edge the knot in your stomach at its tipping point.

You swore you saw stars at this point.

“I’m gonna cum.” you sobbed, eyes clenched shut, feeling the edge of your orgasm teetering. Sunghoon pressed the side of his face close to yours, thrust turned more desperate and brutal as his own climax was near.

“I love you, y/n.”

The way he says those words— your own name slipping out of his lips, the genuine and heart-wrenching tone of his voice got you realizing, at this point, this was not your best friend with benefits fucking you— this was the man who cherished you from the moon to the back making love to you with his whole heart.

“I love you, Sunghoon.” you rasped out.

The orgasm that hits pulls you apart at the seams, thinning you into pieces of fragile threads that melts as constant waves of pleasure overwhelm your senses. Sunghoon smashed your lips with his— moaning loudly in your mouth that you felt the vibration in your throat, ropes of hot cum filling inside of you that got your fuzzy in the brain.

Your pussy spasm over and over again around his length that had him shuddering in rapture. Your words of confession to him played like a broken record in his mind, and Sunghoon wishes that the both of you could stay in this intimate position forever.

He continues his pace, hips rocking slowly with your body through each other’s high. You’re now seeping at his comforting warmth, fingers trailing soft caresses on the back of his skin. Labor panting soon dies down, and his hips come to stop. Although the high only lasted for a few seconds, the follow up was like bathing in a beautiful afterglow of a sunrise.

The muffled sound of the party was ongoing in the background but Sunghoon paid it no mind to kiss you gently on the cheek, lifting himself up from your body.

“Sorry,” Sunghoon swallowed thickly with guilt, pulling out at you. He gestures to the bunched and wrinkled material of your dress, specifically the skirt. “I think I got cum on your dress.”

You laugh, tugging him on the hand so that he laid beside you on the tight-fitted sofa. He pulled you in his arms, embracing you while you continued to giggle. “I think that’s the least of our worries.”

The both of you laid on your sides face-to-face, eyes fallen deeper and deeper with each other. Between lingering stares, the both of you completed each other like two pieces of puzzle, and the relationship the both of your possessed shared a solidified label—

He is yours, and you are his.

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