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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ۫ 𓈒 PUNISH ME, OFFICER ♩

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ────𝗐𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌

警告 : smut, sensory deprivation, porn, bondage, p in v, unprotected sex, dildo fucking, edging, over stimulation, blowjob, organism denial, degradation 2893 for my pretty waifu @kikidoul. actually wrote this for jeno a while back but never posted so now its revamped + edited ><

ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ( ៸៸ ´ `) 𝑜 ──── REBLOG FOR A KiSS !

"babe, i'm home," sunghoon called out as he kicked off his boots, the heavy thud echoing through the quiet apartment. he hung his keys by the door, the metal jingling against the wooden board, and tossed his uniform jacket onto the nearby chair. he had come home earlier than expected, hoping to surprise you with a romantic dinner before his shift started again.

no response? weird, you must be in the bathroom.

as sunghoon approached the bedroom, the faint sound of running water grew louder. he could hear the steady rhythm of the shower echoing through the hallway. he sat on the bed as his gaze fell upon your laptop, lying open on the bed. the screen was alight with a video that made his eyes widen in shock and his heart quicken in a mix of arousal and disbelief. a girl, handcuffed to the bed, was being thoroughly ravished by a man dressed in police gear.

his mind raced as he watched the scene unfold. this was your dirty little secret? seems like his pretty bimbo wife is not so innocent after all.

suddenly, the sound of the shower turning off snapped him out of his trance. your bare feet pattered against the cold tiles, water dripping onto the floor. you emerged from the steamy bathroom, your skin glowing and your hair plastered to your body under a thin white towel. your eyes widened when you saw sunghoon sitting on the bed, his gaze glued to the laptop screen. "oh, sunghoon, you're home already?" you squeaked.

mortification crawled up your spine as you realized what he must be watching. your cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and your breath hitched in your throat. the video was still playing, the woman's moans filling the room like an awkward soundtrack to your humiliation. you fumbled with the towel, trying to cover yourself more, as sunghoon's eyes flickered from the screen to your flustered face and back.

"i, uh, i can explain," you began, your voice trembling slightly. but the words got caught in your mouth like a mouthful of cotton. the sight of his strong, authoritative figure sitting there, his eyes dark with a mix of emotions, made your knees wobble.

sunghoon's gaze didn't waver from the screen, the man's handcuffs glinting under the artificial light. "you've been watching some… interesting content." he replied dryly as if you hadn't been caught watching porn about his damned profession.

you stumbled over your words, trying to come up with a coherent explanation, but your mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions. the air in the room grew thick with tension as the video played on, the woman's cries growing louder with each passing second. "i never knew you had a thing for… this," he said, gesturing towards the laptop, his voice a cocktail of surprise and accusation.

sunghoon's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. you could see the gears turning in his head as he processed the scene before him. your heart hammered in your chest as he closed the laptop with a firm snap, the sound reverberating through the room like a gunshot. the sudden silence was deafening, only the dull throb of your pulse and the faint sound of your breath filled the space between you.

he stood up, inching closer to you, his movements deliberate and controlled. you took a shaky step backward, the coldness of the wall against your wet skin sending a shiver down your spine. your eyes remained glued to his, searching for any hint of what was coming next.

sunghoon leaned in, his warm breath ghosting against your neck. "who could've guessed my sweet innocent wife had such wild fantasies," he murmured, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. your body responded with a shiver of anticipation. was he mad? was he… intrigued?

before you could say another word, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you easily and pushing you back onto the bed. the mattress dipped under your weight, the towel slipping away to reveal your naked form. you felt exposed and vulnerable, but also… excited?

his hand reached for the nightstand drawer, and you watched with bated breath as he pulled out a set of handcuffs, the metal cold and unyielding. your eyes went wide as he held them up, the glint of them catching the light from the bedside lamp. "i guess it's time to play," he says huskily, sending a thrill through your core.

before you could even process his intentions, sunghoon had grabbed your wrist and secured the first handcuff around it, the cold metal biting into your skin. your pulse raced as he leaned over you, his gaze never leaving yours as he reached for the other wrist, cuffing it to the opposite side of the bedframe.

his eyes searched yours for any sign of protest, but all he found was a blend of surprise and desire. "you're okay with this?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. you nodded frantically, unable to form words. he smirked, knowing full well you'd never be able to hide your desires from him again.

sunghoon then stood up, the mattress springing back to life with his release. his footsteps were heavy as he approached the closet, the wood of the floor creaking under his weight. the door swung open with a low groan, revealing your most intimate secrets. his eyes scanned the contents, resting on the monster dildo you had hidden at the back. a smug smile spread across his face as he reached for the shelf, his hand wrapping around the thick base.

how did he even know about it?!

his eyes gleamed with a newfound hunger as he approached the bed. your heart thumped against your ribcage, the anticipation building to an almost unbearable crescendo. you watched as he unbuckled his belt, the leather whispering against the fabric of his pants. his zipper was the next to give way, revealing the bulge that had formed in his boxers.

sunghoon grabbed the dildo, stroking it almost lovingly as he climbed onto the bed. he positioned himself between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. you felt the mattress shift and sink beneath his weight as he leaned over you, the dildo's tip brushing against your sensitive folds. you gasped, the sensation sending a bolt of electricity through your body.

his hand moved the toy in slow, teasing circles around your clit. "h-hoonie, please," you whimpered, your body arching off the bed, begging for more. the handcuffs dug into your skin as you struggled to get closer to the sweet torment he was inflicting upon you.

sunghoon chuckled low in his throat, a dark, sexy sound that sent shivers down your spine. "patience, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "i want to hear you beg."

his grip on the dildo tightened, and he began to apply more pressure. you could feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding to his touch despite the handcuffs that kept you helpless. he dragged the toy along the length of your slit, teasing you mercilessly. your hips bucked, trying to get more friction, but the cold metal of the handcuffs kept you in place, taunting you with their unforgiving embrace.

sunghoon watched your reactions with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with the power he now held over you. "nngh, please," you whimpered, the word barely audible. he leaned down and whispered, "i want to hear you scream." with that, he pushed the dildo inside you, the intrusion making you gasp.

you felt yourself stretch around the thickness, your body clenching and unclenching, trying to adjust to the unyielding object. sunghoon's movements were deliberate and slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, letting you feel every inch of the toy. your eyes squeezed shut, your teeth gritted, as he edged you closer to the precipice of pleasure. the handcuffs bit into your wrists as you tried to grab onto the bed, seeking any purchase to control the sensations overwhelming you.

his hand moved in a steady rhythm, the sound of the dildo's base slapping against your skin echoing in the room. you could feel your orgasm building, a coil of tension tightening in your belly. your breaths grew shorter, your chest rising and falling rapidly. "h-hoon," you begged, your voice a desperate whine. "i'm so close."

with each thrust, the dildo hit that sweet spot inside you, the pressure mounting until you thought you might shatter. your eyes watered, not from pain, but from the intensity of the pleasure that was building, threatening to consume you whole. "please, hoon, i'm gonna…" your voice trailed off into a high-pitched whine as he continued to drive the toy into you.

then, just as you felt the beginnings of your climax, he abruptly pulled the dildo out, leaving you gasping and quivering. your eyes snapped open to meet his, the betrayal and need reflected in them. "please," you choked out, your voice thick with desperation. "please, let me cum."

his smirk grew wicked as he reached for his own zipper, pulling it down slowly. his erection sprang free, thick and heavy, making your mouth water and your pussy ache for his touch. "not yet," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours. "not until i say so."

he grabbed the handcuffs attached to the bedframe and rattled them playfully. the sound sent a jolt of excitement through your body, mixing with the frustration of being so close to release and yet so far.

sunghoon climbed off the bed and removed his clothes, revealing his toned chest and abs, the muscles rippling as he moved. his cock stood erect, a testament to his arousal from watching you squirm under his control. you bit your bottom lip, unable to take your eyes off him as he sits infront of you, his eyes never leaving yours.

he flicks the dildo back on and the gentle hum of the vibration fills the room. you feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he takes a moment to admire the toy glistening with your arousal. "so wet for me, aren't you?" he says, his voice gruff with need. "so desperate to get fucked like a slut."

sunghoon strokes his cock, his eyes never leaving yours as he watches you squirm. the sight of his strong hand wrapped around his shaft, moving in rhythm with the dildo inside you, sends waves of heat through your body. you bite your lip to stifle a moan, the frustration of being so close to climax yet denied it by his teasing driving you wild.

his grip tightens, his strokes becoming more erratic as he watches the dildo move in and out of you, your juices coating it with every thrust. you can see the veins in his neck bulging, his pupils dilated with lust. the handcuffs dig into your skin as you try to hold onto the bed, your body begging for release.

his eyes never leave yours as he jerks his cock, the precum glistening at the tip. "you like being my little fuck toy, don't you?" he asks, his voice a gravelly whisper. you nod, unable to form words as the pleasure builds within you.

just as you feel the first spasm of your orgasm, the telltale sign of release, sunghoon reaches over and flicks off the dildo. the sudden absence of the vibration leaves you panting, your body strung tight like a bow ready to snap. "n-no, hoon, please," you whine, your voice desperate.

his eyes dance with mischief as he watches your frustration, his hand still stroking his own cock, now slick with pre-cum. "not yet," he repeats, his voice a dark promise. your hips buck involuntarily, trying to find any semblance of the pleasure that was just snatched away from you. the handcuffs rattle against the bedframe, a taunting reminder of your helplessness.

sunghoon then leans in, placing the tip of his cock against your parted lips. the heat of him, the smell of him, sends a thrill through you. your eyes widen, but you don't dare move. his hand reaches behind your head, threading through your damp hair, and he pulls you closer, guiding his length into your mouth. you gag slightly as he pushes deeper, filling your mouth with his hardness.

his grip tightens, the handcuffs biting into your wrists as you struggle to accommodate his size. your eyes water and your jaw aches, but you don't dare pull away. you know he's watching you, watching the way your mouth stretches around his cock, watching the way you fight to take him all in. the taste of him is intoxicating, the salty tang of his precum coating your tongue as he starts to fuck your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.

his hips rock back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of your lips. you can feel the head hit the back of your throat with each thrust, the sensation making your eyes water even more. your hands are bound and useless, leaving you completely at his mercy. you moan around his shaft, the vibrations sending a new wave of sensation through your already overwhelmed body.

sunghoon groans, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fucks your mouth with increasing urgency. you can feel his cock swelling, the muscles in his thighs tensing. his grip on your hair tightens as he starts to thrust harder, faster, his hips snapping against your face.

he pulls out, his cum spurting across your face and chest. it's hot and sticky, painting your skin in ropes of white. you watch, wide-eyed and panting, as he continues to come, his cock pulsing with each spurt. your tits were coated in sticky white ropes.

sunghoon then sits back, panting heavily, his cock still twitching. his eyes never leave yours as he reaches out, wiping the remaining cum from your face with his thumb, and pushes it into your mouth. "suck it clean, slut."

you obey, your tongue swirling around his digit, tasting the salty bitterness of his release. the humiliation only serving to heighten your arousal.

sunghoon's eyes flare with desire as he watches you clean him up. he reaches down to remove the handcuffs, releasing you from your restraints. your arms fall limply to the side, the skin around your wrists red and slightly bruised. you look up at him, your eyes glazed with need.

his cock is still semi-hard, and he uses the cum that's on his hand to lubricate himself, spreading it down his shaft. sunghoon grabs your ankles and pulls your legs apart, your pussy glistening and begging for his attention. you're trembling with need, your body aching for his touch. he climbs between your legs, his eyes dark with desire.

without another word, he plunges into you, his cock filling you up in one swift motion. you scream, the mix of pain and pleasure making your toes curl. your pussy stretches around his girth, your walls tightening around him like a vice.

sunghoon's eyes never leave yours as he starts to move, his hips pistoning into you. every stroke hits that perfect spot, the one the dildo had been teasing all along. your breath comes in ragged gasps as he fucks you.

his hands are everywhere, grabbing at your hips, your breasts, your throat. his teeth bite into the flesh of your shoulder, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. you arch up to meet him, your nails digging into his back, leaving trails of red against his pale skin.

his strokes are deep and punishing, his cock claiming you in a way that you never knew was possible. you're so wet that you can hear the wet smack of his skin against yours, the sound echoing in your ears like a dirty mantra. your orgasm is a tight coil in your belly, winding tighter and tighter with every thrust.

sunghoon's movements become more erratic, his breaths coming in harsh pants. you can feel his muscles tense, his body poised on the edge of his own release. you're so close, so close…

and then, it happens.

you squirt, your body letting go of the pent-up pleasure that had been building since the moment he first touched you with the dildo.your pussy spasms around his cock, the muscles clenching and releasing as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls over you.

the sensation is so intense that you scream his name, your voice hoarse from the restrained moans and pleas of the past few minutes. sunghoon's eyes widen in surprise and delight, his pace never faltering as he continues to pound into you. the warmth of your release coats his cock, making the sensation of him moving inside you even more exquisite.

his own climax follows shortly after, a growl ripping from his throat as he empties himself into you. the feeling of his hot seed filling you sends another shockwave through your body, making you come again.

sunghoon collapses onto the bed, his weight pressing you into the mattress. your legs are still wrapped around his waist, his cock still buried deep inside you.

you have never been more glad to have left your laptop open before going to shower…

── : @rikkesttz @nics-fxy @woniesbae

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hoonstqr · 10 days ago

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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ𑂅 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗦 ৴ ۪

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( ៸៸ ´ `) 𝑜 ─── my texting skills haven't improved nor has my humour but i hope u like this!! reblog to support ><

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ۫ 𓈒 SCREAM, CAUSE WE WANNA GO FASTER ♩

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖾 ? 𝗆𝗋. 𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾

warnings. smut. noncon, knife play, dacryphilia, choking, blood, petnames usage, oral (f!), biting + if i missed smth lmk word count. 2099 vampire bites: please don't read if it makes you uncomfortable. i know noncon is not everyone's cup of tea so if you don't like it, don't read it and scroll past. i won't tolerate any hate comments nor asks.

── : @rikkesttz @nics-fxy @woniesbae @jk1601 @starrias @rikiiimeow @drmsrina | @kikidoul @jaylaxies

“you’re not coming,” you said, eyeing the halloween decorations with a hint of distaste. jake had invited you to the mirror maze, of all places, and you had reluctantly agreed. halloween was never your thing. but here you were, dressed in your last-minute costume, a pair of cat ears perched awkwardly on your head, feeling like you’d walked into a cheesy horror movie.

“i’m sorry,” jake croaked over the phone. “i’ve got the flu. i can barely get out of bed.”

you stared at the phone, disbelief etched on your face. “you’re kidding, right?”

“i wish i was. listen, you don’t have to go. i know you hate halloween.”

“no, i’ll go. i’ll be fine.”

‘i’ll be fine’ my ass.

you’d been wandering the mirror maze for what felt like hours but in reality it’d only been a few minutes, the cold glass walls reflecting your panic at you in a hundred distorted versions. the twists and turns of the corridors played with your mind, leaving you disoriented and on edge. each reflection taunted you with a different outcome: a dead end, a turn you’d already taken, or a fleeting glimpse of an exit that never seemed to get closer. your heart hammered against your ribs, and the echoes of your footsteps were the only company you had.

suddenly, a masked figure emerged from the chaos of reflections. you froze, your breath catching in your throat as the world around you narrowed to just the two of you. he was tall, with a knife glinting in his hand and a sinister grin beneath the jagged teeth of his mask. your legs trembled, but you forced them to hold you upright as he approached, your mind racing for a way out of this nightmare.

stop overthinking, he’s probably just another person lost in the maze. that’s all... but then why do you feel so uneasy?

his stride was deliberate, the clack of his boots against the tiles like a metronome counting down to your doom. you swallowed hard, trying to convince yourself that this was just a part of the halloween attraction, but the knife was too real, the glint in his eye too malicious for comfort.

“hey, are you lost too?”

it was a feeble attempt at conversation, your voice wavering and high-pitched, but it was the only thing that came to mind as the masked figure approached, his knife still poised and menacing. he stopped, tilting his head slightly to the side as if considering your words. the silence was thick and heavy, and the only sound was the pounding of your heart in your ears.

“actually, i’m exactly where i want to be,” he said, the grin beneath his mask growing wider, “and it looks like you're exactly where i want you to be.”

his voice was low and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine. you tried to back away, but your legs felt like jelly, trapped by the walls of the mirrored corridor. “please, don’t do this,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the thunderous beat of your heart.

he stepped closer, the tip of the knife pressing gently against your neck. “now, now, no need to be dramatic. i’ll give you a little game, okay? run, hide, and if you can find your way out of here in five minutes, you’re free to go.” the cold steel dug in slightly, and you winced. “but if i catch you…” his words trailed off, leaving the grisly threat hanging in the air.

you nodded frantically, your eyes wide with fear. “okay, okay,” you managed to murmur. the masked figure released you with a shove, and you stumbled backwards before catching yourself. “starting... now,” he said, and you didn’t wait for him to finish. you bolted down the corridor, your heart racing as you searched for an escape. the mirrors stretched on forever, your panic-stricken face multiplied into an infinite number of terrified reflections.

the sound of his laughter echoed through the maze, sending chills down your spine. your breath came in ragged gasps as you turned corner after corner, hoping to find an exit. the walls seemed to shift and close in on you, the reflections playing tricks with your vision. the floor was slick with the sweat from your palms, making it difficult to get a good grip as you pushed yourself faster, ignoring the burning in your lungs.

the mirrors grew more and more distorted, twisting your reflection into a monstrous caricature of fear. you stumbled into a dead end, your back slamming against the cold, hard surface. a whimper escaped your lips as you frantically searched for a way out, your eyes darting from one warped reflection to another. the walls of the maze felt like they were closing in, suffocating you.

your ears picked up the sound of heavy footsteps, growing louder and closer with each passing second. you knew the masked figure had found you. the game was over. your heart pounded in your chest, so loud that you thought it might shatter the mirrors around you. you had no escape. no one to save you from this hell.

his hand clamped down on your shoulder, spinning you around to face him. his grin was wider now, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “time’s up, kitty,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation. the knife pressed against your throat once again, and you felt the warmth of your fear trickle down your neck.

you trembled, your eyes searching the mirrored walls for any sign of hope, any reflection that didn’t show his twisted smile. “please,” you choked out, your voice barely a whisper.

his grip tightened, the knife digging in slightly. “shh, no one’s going to save you now,” he said, his voice a sinister purr. the echoes of his laughter danced around the maze, taunting you, making you feel like you were drowning in a sea of terror.

he leaned in, his eyes locked onto yours in the mirror. you felt his hot breath on your cheek, a stark contrast to the cold metal of the blade. with a quick, surprising movement, he lifted the bottom of his mask and licked the tears that had been streaming down your face. his tongue was rough, the taste of his saliva making your skin crawl. “you’re so delicious when you're scared,” he murmured, the sound sending a jolt of fear through your body.

you flinched at the contact, trying to pull away, but his grip was iron-clad. your eyes widened in horror as you watched the distorted reflection of his tongue dart out again, this time tracing the line of your jaw. you could feel the sticky wetness of his saliva on your skin, mixing with your fear. “please, no,” you whimpered, the words barely escaping your trembling lips.

his grin grew wider, and you could see his eyes sparkle with delight in the mirror. “oh, but i like it when you beg,” he said, his voice a low, dark whisper that sent chills down your spine. his free hand reached out, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back to expose your throat further. “it makes it so much more... interesting.”

his tongue darted out again, and you felt it trace the line of your neck, following the path of the knife. it was wet and rough, and you couldn't help but gag at the sensation. you struggled against him, trying to free yourself from his grip, but your movements only seemed to excite him more. his hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your air supply, and you felt the world start to spin around you.

you could see stars in the mirrored walls, your vision fading as his mouth moved closer to yours. your eyes were wide with panic, searching for escape, but the walls just reflected your desperation at you. your breaths grew shallower, and your chest tightened as he leaned in, his breath hot and rancid against your face. you tried to scream, but only a strangled sound escaped your throat.

then, with a sudden jerk, he pulled the knife away from your neck and dragged it downward, slicing through the fabric of your costume. the cold blade grazed your skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. you felt the fabric fall away, exposing your bare chest to the chilly air. your breasts heaved as you struggled for air.

his eyes followed the path of the blade, lingering on your exposed flesh with a hunger that made you feel violated. “now that’s what i’m talking about,” he murmured “much better.”

you tried to fight, but the lack of oxygen had made your body weak. your fists connected with his chest, but it was like hitting a brick wall. he didn’t even flinch, only chuckled darkly, his breath hot against your skin. “you can try,” he said, “but it won’t do you any good.”

his grip on your hair tightened, forcing your head back even further, and the knife trailed down to your stomach. your legs buckled, and you would have fallen if not for the wall behind you.

his other hand roamed over your body, his cold, calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. his touch was invasive, and you felt a tear slip down your cheek, landing with a soft plop on the floor.

you watched in the mirror as his hand moved down to the hem of your skirt, slowly pulling it up. the fabric slid over your thighs, exposing them to the chilly air. you could feel his gaze on you, drinking in your fear like it was a sweet elixir. the knife was still at your stomach, the tip digging slightly into your skin.

a small trickle of blood began to escape from the shallow cut he’d made, painting a crimson line down your body. it was enough to sting, but not enough to cause any real harm—yet. your eyes widened with horror as the masked man took in the sight of your blood with a look of twisted delight.

then, without warning, he reached up and ripped off his mask, revealing the face of lee heeseung, someone you recognized from the brief moments you’d spent with jake’s friends. shock registered on your face, your eyes blinking rapidly as you tried to make sense of what was happening. he’d always been a bit of an oddball, but you’d never expected this.

“heeseung?!” you gasped, the name barely a whisper on your lips. the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. the mask fell to the floor, revealing the face of the person you had hoped to never cross paths with again. his dark hair fell over his eyes, the same eyes that had once held a friendly spark but now gleamed with malice.

his grin grew wider at your recognition, a twisted sense of pleasure lighting up his features. “yes, it’s me,” he said, his voice still low and taunting. “i knew you’d remember.” his grip on your hair loosened slightly, but his hand remained firmly on the knife pressed against your stomach.

the revelation of his identity sent a new wave of terror crashing over you. you had always felt uncomfortable around him, but had dismissed it as mere awkwardness. now, you realized that there was something much more sinister lurking beneath his quiet demeanor.

heeseung’s hand moved away from the knife, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. with a swift motion, he pushed aside your panties, exposing your most vulnerable area to the cold air. your legs trembled as his fingers trailed over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

his mouth moved to your neck, kissing and nipping as he moved downward, his breath hot and erratic. your stomach twisted in a mix of fear and revulsion. you felt his tongue slide over your skin, tracing the path the knife had taken moments before. your eyes were squeezed shut, trying to block out the sight of your reflection, but the mirrors offered no escape.

as heeseung’s mouth reached your collarbone, you felt a strange, unwanted sensation—a twitch of arousal. the horror of the situation warred with a traitorous part of you that responded to the dominance and danger of his touch. you felt sick for actually enjoying the way his teeth scraped against your flesh, for the way your body betrayed you in that moment of sheer terror.

his hand moved from the knife to cup your breast, squeezing it roughly. your nipples tightened in response, and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips. the sound seemed to encourage him, his teeth grazing your skin harder, his hand squeezing tighter. you felt a warmth spreading between your legs, and you hated yourself for it. this wasn’t supposed to be sexy—it was supposed to be terrifying. but your body had other ideas, a primal instinct that responded to the thrill of the chase despite the fear.

his mouth moved lower, kissing and biting as he went, leaving a trail of fire across your stomach. the knife was forgotten now, his focus solely on the intimate dance of his mouth and hands. you felt his tongue flick against your clit, and despite the horror, your body jolted with pleasure. his teeth sunk into your inner thigh, and you had to bite down on your lip to keep from crying out.

his tongue delved into your folds, tasting and teasing. you were soaking wet, your juices coating his face, and the realization of your arousal only made you feel more ashamed. your legs shook, your knees threatening to give way, but his hands held you in place, his grip unyielding. your thoughts were a jumbled mess of fear and confusion, your body responding in a way it shouldn’t to the monster before you.

his mouth worked with a fervor that belied his earlier calm demeanor, his tongue swirling around your clit before dipping into your pussy, tasting you deeply. you felt his fingers dig into your thighs, his nails scraping against your sensitive skin as he held you open for his feast. the sounds of his mouth on you echoed through the maze, a symphony of licks and sucks that filled the air.

your hands found their way into his hair, not to push him away but to pull him closer, to grind yourself against his face. the fear was still there, a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach, but it was mingling with something else now—desire, pure and raw. his tongue was relentless, flicking and probing, bringing you closer to the edge with every stroke.

you moaned, the sound echoing through the maze, bouncing off the mirrored walls. your hips rolled, trying to get more of him, trying to get away from the painful pleasure that was building inside of you. you didn’t want this, but your body was screaming for more.

his hands moved to your waist, holding you still as his tongue danced around your clit. you felt the pressure building, your breaths coming in pants. oh no, no, absolutely not, you were not supposed to enjoy this... but your body was betraying you, your pussy clenching around his tongue, begging for release.

his eyes flicked up to meet yours in the mirror, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “you like it, don’t you?” he murmured, smirking smugly. you tried to shake your head, to deny the pleasure he was coaxing from you, but it only served to make your hips rock against his face more desperately. “liar,”

his grip on you tightened, his tongue swirling faster, pressing harder. your legs were trembling so badly you weren’t sure how much longer you could stand. your breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, your chest heaving. you didn’t want to cum for him, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you lose control, but your body was spiraling, inexorably closer to the edge.

his eyes bore into yours in the mirror, watching your every reaction, feeding off your fear and arousal. the smirk on his lips grew as he felt your muscles tighten around his tongue. “that’s it,” he whispered, his breath hot against your sensitive skin, “cum for me, baby. let me hear you scream.”

his words were like a match to gasoline, igniting the fire that had been building inside you. you couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it. with a strangled cry, you climaxed, your body convulsing with the intensity of the orgasm that ripped through you. his tongue didn’t relent, riding out your pleasure, savoring every tremor that shook you to your core.

you felt the heat of his breath on your neck as he pulled away, his eyes gleaming with triumph. the taste of your fear and arousal lingered on his lips, and the sight of it in the mirror was almost too much to bear. “see, that wasn't so bad, was it?” he whispered, his voice a dark caress.

without warning, his teeth sunk into your neck, the sharp sting of pain followed by the wet warmth of your blood. your eyes watered as you felt the pressure. “see you again, baby, perhaps we can play another game,”

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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ · THINK I NEED SOMEONE OLDER ᮫ ⬭ ۫

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂'𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇

警告: smut, step-cest, dubcon, manipulation, dry humping, p in v, unprotected sex, cheating, dirty talk, degradation, daddy kink, age gap. 1068 wrote this when i was drunk but this has been rotting in my drafts for way too long now. daddy jay can fix me :(

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it was all your fault, wasn’t it? you had left your door unlocked again. you had always been so careless about that, but it had never been an issue before your mom started travelling for work. jay had always been civil, the perfect stepdad, or atleast tried to be.

but, fuck it, he was done playing the saint. his eyes had been glued to your legs, your chest, the way your clothes hugged your curves, and it was driving him wild. the way you unknowingly flaunted your legs around the house in your tiny skirts and the way your tits bounced when you walked up the stairs. he couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to fuck you.

so here he was, his hard on pressed up against your ass, his hand reaching around to cup your left tit as he nibbled at your ear.

you stir awake when you feel something strange and warm between your thighs. your eyes flutter open and your breath hitches in shock. his erection is pressing against your smooth skin. your mind races, trying to understand what’s happening as his hips begin to rock back and forth, his cock sliding along the crease of your thighs.

“d-daddy..?” you gasped, still half-asleep.

“yeah, baby,” he cooed. “like how i use you as a fuck toy?” the friction of his cock against your skin sending shivers down your spine. he squeezes your tits as he stroked himself faster, his breath hot and heavy on your neck and you could feel the precum leaking onto your skin.

his hand leaves your chest and grabs your hip, pulling you closer to him. “spread your legs, baby. let me in,” he whispers gruffly. your body reacts despite your mind’s protests as your legs part slightly, allowing him better access. jay’s hand slides down your stomach, and before you can fully comprehend his intentions, he’s pushed your panties to the side. the head of his cock is now directly rubbing against your wet pussy.

it’s so wrong, but so right at the same time.

“what would your mother think of you now?” jay whispers, his breath hot against your neck. “what would she say when she finds out how much of a slut you are for your daddy?”

you shake your head in response, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. “no, please,” you whimper, trying to push him away. but his grip on your hip is too strong, and the feeling of his cock against your pussy is too tempting.

“shhh, you want this,” jay murmurs as he gently bites your earlobe. “look at your little cunt, dripping for me.”

and before you know it, his finger slips into your tight cunt. you bite your bottom lip to keep from crying out. he pushes deeper, curling his digit to hit that spot inside of you that makes you arch your back in silent pleasure.

“so tight, baby,” jay groans. he starts to move his finger in and out, slowly, then faster and deeper, pushing in to the knuckle. “you’re so tight it’s like your cunt is trying to suck me in.”

your body betraying your protests with every little moan that escapes your lips. your heart is racing, your pussy pulsing around his digit. jay's other hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing it in a way that sends jolts of pleasure through your body. your hands are clutching the sheets so tightly that your knuckles turn white.

you try to keep your voice down, but the sensations are too intense. “oh, fuck,” you breathe shakilly. jay chuckles darkly at your response, his grip on your hip tightening. “that’s right, baby.”

his finger works inside of you faster, pressing down on your g-spot with each thrust. your thighs quiver, and your pussy clenches around his digit. the orgasm builds up inside you, and before you know it, you're riding the wave. your eyes squeeze shut, and your mouth forms a silent scream as your body shudders with pleasure. jay’s hand moves to your mouth, pressing down to muffle the sounds you can’t hold back.

his cock, still hard and desperate for release, slides along your wet folds, finding its way to your entrance. without warning, he pushes in. the pain is intense, but quickly overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness.

your body stiffens as jay’s thick shaft stretches you open. you bite down hard on the pillow to muffle the moan that escapes your lips. he doesn’t stop, pushing in further and further until he’s buried to the hilt inside of you. you can feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge as he starts to fuck you.

his hand leaves your mouth and moves back to your clit. the combination of his cock filling you and his relentless teasing sends you spiraling towards another orgasm. your body’s begging for release. jay’s breathing grows ragged as he fucks you harder, his hips slamming into you with an animalistic hunger.

his thumb circles your clit with a merciless precision that sends waves of pleasure crashing over you. your toes curl, and your legs quiver as you feel your orgasm building again. “daddy, i-i’m going to... nghh”

the words are barely out of your mouth when you cum again. your pussy clenches around his cock, and he groans deeply, his own climax approaching. your body convulses with the intensity of it, and jay’s hand grips your hip tightly to keep you in place. your moans are muffled by the pillow as you try to keep quiet.

“fuck, yes,” jay grunts, fucking you through your second orgasm, “such a good girl, taking your daddy’s cock like that.”

his strokes grow deeper, his grip on your hip bruising as he chases his own release. your eyes are screwed shut, and your teeth are embedded into the pillow as your body rocks back and forth with the force of his thrusts.

with a guttural growl, jay cums inside you, filling you up with his hot seed. you feel it spurt inside of you, coating your walls as he holds himself deep within your pussy.

his cock twitches inside of you, sending little sparks of pleasure through your body. you’re overwhelmed with the feeling of being so completely filled. the reality of what’s happening crashes down on you, but it’s too late to do anything but lay there and accept it.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ۫ 𓈒 DESIRE────UNLEASHED ♩

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾

警告 : smut, virginity loss, whiny hoon, blowjob, p in v, unprotected sex, fwb(?), he's such a loser i love him 1904 for my sub enha truthers @byshens and @kikidoul. a hoonstqr fic without any degradation?! *gasps dramatically* lowk dont like this but fuck it we ball

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“you’re still a virgin?!” you exclaimed, your voice bouncing off the walls of sunghoon’s cluttered room.

his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, eyes darting around like a trapped animal looking for an escape. “yes,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own racing heart.

you leaned back against the pillows, a smirk playing on your lips as you studied him. his hands were fidgeting in his lap, and you couldn't help but wonder what it was about you that made him so nervous. “why are you so jumpy?” you asked teasingly.

sunghoon took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “i just... i don’t know how to do this,” he stuttered.

“do what?”

sunghoon’s eyes widened as he stared at you, his voice quivering. “this...this kind of thing,” he said, gesturing awkwardly between the two of you.

“you mean sex?” you said, as your smirk grew wider. you had a feeling that sunghoon was more than just a little inexperienced, but you didn’t realize he was a virgin. this was going to be interesting.

his eyes grew even wider, if that was possible. “y-yes,” he whispered, his voice so faint it was almost lost in the quiet hum of the air conditioner.

you leaned forward as you placed a gentle hand on his knee. he jolted at the contact, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his reaction. “don’t worry,” you assured him, your voice smooth and comforting. “i’ll take it slow. we’re just friends, right?”

sunghoon nodded, his knee felt like it was made of jello under your touch, and you could feel the tension radiating from his body.

you slid your hand up his thigh, watching his face closely for any signs of discomfort or objection. his breath hitched, but he remained still, his eyes locked onto yours. the fabric of his sweatpants grew tight as your hand reached the apex of his thighs, and you felt his erection growing beneath your fingertips. “see?” you whispered. “there’s nothing to be nervous about.”

sunghoon’s cheeks burned as he nodded, his eyes glazed over with a mix of excitement and fear. you gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze before sliding your hand away, giving him a moment to collect himself. “how about we start with something simple?” you suggested, standing up and moving closer to him. “like kissing?”

his pupils dilated, and he swallowed hard. “k-kissing?” he stuttered, his voice hoarse.

you nodded, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. “yeah,” you whispered, closing the distance between you. “just a kiss. to get us started.”

sunghoon’s breathing grew shallower as you leaned in, his eyes closing instinctively. when your lips met, it was like a spark had ignited between you. his body jerked, but you held firm, your arms sliding around his neck as your mouths melded together. your tongue slipped past his trembling lips, and you felt his whole body shiver in response.

his hands hovered in the air for a moment before finally settling on your hips, pulling you closer as he tentatively kissed you back. the kiss grew messier, more desperate, as your tongues danced together, exploring every inch of each other's mouths. your teeth clicked against his, and you felt his hard cock pressing against your stomach. he moaned softly, and the sound was like music to your ears.

you grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging gently as you deepened the kiss, your other hand sliding up to cup his cheek. his whimpers grew louder, and you felt a smug satisfaction knowing you were the one making him feel this way. your mouth left a trail of wet kisses down his jaw and neck, and his breath hitched as your teeth grazed his skin. sunghoon’s hands tightened around your hips, his nails digging in slightly as he tried to control his urges.

eventually, you pulled away, both of you panting and flushed. you looked into his eyes, dark with lust, and smirked. “now, i want you to show me how you jerk off,” you murmured, your voice low and seductive. sunghoon’s eyes widened, and he blinked rapidly, as if trying to process your words. “w-what?” he stuttered, his voice a high-pitched squeak.

“i want to know what you do when you think about me.”

his hands trembling slightly. slowly, he reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, his eyes never leaving yours as he revealed his hard, throbbing erection.

fuck. he was big, no, huge. his dick was standing at full attention, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of it. “go ahead,” you said, your voice thick with lust. “touch it.”

sunghoon’s hand shook as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock. his thumb brushed over the slit, spreading the precum around the head. you watched, mesmerized, as he began to stroke himself, his movements jerky and uncertain. his breathing grew ragged, and he bit his lip to stifle his moans.

the precum was slick on your fingers as you reached out and touched him, feeling the warm, velvety skin of his cock. sunghoon’s eyes shot open, and he gasped at the sensation of your hand on him. you took over, matching the rhythm of his own touch. you felt his dick throb in your hand, and knew he was close.

“fuck,” he whispered, his hips bucking slightly. you could feel the heat of his cum spurt into your hand as you stroked him. sunghoon’s body went limp. his cheeks were a deep scarlet, and his eyes were squeezed shut tight. “i-i’m sorry,” he stuttered, his voice shaking. “i didn’t mean to...i couldn’t…”

“shh, it's okay,” you cooed, leaning in to kiss his cupid's bow. “that was pretty hot.”

his eyes flew open, meeting yours. “really?”

“really, you’re so sensitive, it’s adorable.”

“i-i guess,” he mumbled, his voice still shaky.

you smirked, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the bed. “let’s see how quickly you can cum again.”

sunghoon’s eyes widened in surprise as you straddled his thighs. you reached down and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned abs and a well defined v-cut.

you leaned in and kissed his neck, feeling his pulse quicken beneath your lips. your chest brushed against his bare chest, and he gulped, his hands hovering around your waist. “touch me,” you whispered.

his trembling hands slid up your shirt, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just above your waistband. you arched your back, pushing your tits into his chest, and felt his erection twitch in response. “like this?” he asked, his voice shaking with anticipation.

you nodded, biting your lip as you felt his hands move up to cup your breasts. “uh-huh,” your eyes clamped shut as he squeezed gently. his thumbs brushed over your nipples, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. his touch was clumsy, but earnest, and it was turning you on more than you cared to admit.

you pulled your shirt off over your head, tossing it aside. your bra followed, and sunghoon’s eyes went wide at the sight and his breathing grew heavier. you could feel his cock throb against your thigh.

“you like that?”

you whispered against his ear, your breath hot and tickling the sensitive skin there. sunghoon’s nod was jerky, his eyes squeezed shut as if he was trying to hold onto the last threads of his sanity.

he was still hard and glistening from his previous orgasm. you couldn’t resist taking it in your hand again, feeling the rough skin and the way it filled your palm so perfectly.

you straddled his hips, his erection poking against your thigh. “do you want me to ride you?” sunghoon's eyes snapped open, his pupils dilating even further. “r-ride me?” he stammered.

you smirked, your hands sliding down to grip his cock once again. “yeah,” you murmured, your voice dripping with desire. “wanna feel you inside me.”

sunghoon’s eyes rolled back in his head as you lined him up with your entrance, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “p-please,” he whimpered, his hips bucking slightly.

you smirked as you slid down onto his length. he was so thick that it took some effort to take him all in, but the way he filled you up was exquisite. you threw your head back, a moan tearing from your throat as your body adjusted to the new sensation. “fuck,” you breathed out, the word echoing in the quiet room.

sunghoon’s eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth clenched as he tried to hold back his own moans. he knew it hurt women when they lost their virginity, but the way his cock felt being squeezed so tightly was a pain unlike any other. it was a mix of pleasure and pain, like a delicious agony that had him panting and writhing beneath you.

his eyes rolled back in his head and his teeth clenched as he felt you stretch around him. his hands dug into your hips, urging you to move faster, deeper. you began to rock back and forth, feeling his cock hit all the right spots inside of you. each movement sent waves of pleasure through your body.

the pain was intense for sunghoon, but the way you were gripping him so tightly, he’d never felt anything so incredible, so all-consuming. he could feel the head of his cock rubbing against your cervix, and it was driving him wild.

his hips bucked up to meet your movements, his body begging for more. you leaned down, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss, your tongue delving into his mouth as if you were claiming him. your teeth nipped at his bottom lip, and he couldn’t help but whimper into your mouth.

he’d heard about it from his friends, and saw it on twitter, but nothing had prepared him for the reality of it. the way your tight cunt gripped him like a vise was both agonizing and incredible. every inch of his cock was enveloped in your warm, wet heat, and it was a sensation that was driving him to the brink of madness.

his hips jerked upward, meeting your movements with a desperate need to be deeper. the pressure was building, and he could feel his balls tightening.

“y-you’re so...tight,” he stuttered, his eyes squeezed shut. you could see the veins in his neck bulging with the effort of holding back. his body tensed and his grip on your hips tightening as he felt his orgasm approaching. he threw his head back, as he came inside of you. the feeling was so intense, so overwhelming, that his vision swam with white heat.

you watched him, your own arousal spiking at the sight of his pleasure. his cock pulsed and throbbed, sending spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into your cunt. your walls clenched around him, eager to milk every drop from him.

your moans grew louder, your body trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. sunghoon’s eyes widened in surprise as he felt your pussy clench around him, your orgasm ripping through you like a storm.

you collapsed onto his chest, both of you panting and trying to catch your breath. sunghoon’s heart hammered against your chest, and you could feel his cum trickling out of you. “you really are a quick shot.”

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