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[arxiwon]

Punishment | yjw ⋆˚࿔

Pairing: Jungwon x Reader

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Possessive Jungwon, Dirty Talk, Light Choking, Manhandling

Jungwon had been ignoring you for a week.

No calls, no texts, no stolen touches. He wasn’t acting cold—just distant, like he was testing your patience. And you hated it. You knew he was busy, but this? This felt deliberate.

So you decided to get his attention.

It wasn’t hard—Jungwon was always watching, even when he pretended not to. You let another guy get close, let his hand rest on your lower back, let him lean in too much when he talked to you. And, of course, you made sure Jungwon saw every second of it.

It only took ten minutes before you felt that familiar, heated stare from across the room. And then, before you could even react, a firm grip wrapped around your wrist, yanking you away from the guy mid-laugh.

“What the hell—” you started, but Jungwon’s hold tightened, his steps never faltering as he dragged you out of the club.

You barely made it to the car before he shoved you against the door, his body caging you in. His chest pressed against yours, the heat radiating off him in waves. His expression was unreadable, but his jaw was clenched so tight you thought it might break.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low, a dangerous edge creeping in.

You blinked up at him, feigning innocence. “Getting attention since you weren’t giving me any.”

The second the words left your mouth, you felt it.

Jungwon’s hand shot out, pressing flat against your chest before shoving you back against the car door. Not hard enough to hurt—but hard enough to make you gasp. Hard enough to make your heart race.

“You think this is a fucking game?” He leaned in, his breath hot against your lips. “You think I don’t see you? Don’t want you?” His hand slid lower, pressing against your sternum before trailing down your stomach, his touch burning even through your dress.

You swallowed, refusing to back down. “If you wanted me, you wouldn’t have ignored me for a week.”

His lips curled into a smirk—but there was no amusement in his eyes. “Oh, baby,” he murmured. “You just made the biggest mistake of your life.”

Before you could respond, he spun you around, pressing your chest flat against the car door. His hands gripped your waist, his front flush against your back. You could feel him—hard, hot, and ready.

“You wanted my attention so bad?” he breathed, his lips brushing against your ear. “Then take it.”

He kicked your legs apart, his knee nudging between them. You shivered as his fingers slid up your thighs, pushing your dress higher. His hands moved with purpose, rough and possessive as they grabbed at you, squeezing, teasing—never gentle.

“Jungwon—”

A sharp slap landed on your ass, making you yelp.

“Shut up.” His voice was sharp, dripping with authority. “You don’t get to talk after what you pulled tonight.”

You whimpered, pressing your palms against the car, your nails digging into the cool surface. His fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties, yanking them down in one swift motion.

“Look at you,” he mused, his hand sliding between your legs, pressing against your soaked heat. “Already dripping for me.”

You let out a breathless moan as he teased you, rubbing slow circles against your clit, his touch infuriatingly light. Your hips bucked instinctively, but he pulled his hand away just as quickly.

“Pathetic.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back so his lips were right against your ear. “You let another man touch you, and yet you’re fucking desperate for me.”

“I—I wasn’t—”

Another slap—this time against your chest. Your breath hitched as his palm pressed against you, pushing you harder against the car. The dominance in his touch made your head spin.

“Not another word.”

Then, without warning, he unbuckled his belt, the sound sending a shiver through you.

Your heart pounded as he positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He didn’t give you time to adjust, didn’t ease in—he just thrust inside in one sharp movement, stretching you open with a brutal pace.

You cried out, your fingers curling against the car as he fucked into you, each thrust rough and punishing. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back onto him with each movement, forcing you to take every inch.

“This is what you wanted, huh?” His voice was dark, teasing. “To be fucked like a slut?”

You could only moan in response, the pleasure overwhelming.

Jungwon wasn’t satisfied. His hand slid up, wrapping around your throat as he pulled you back against him, his chest pressing against your back. “Say it,” he demanded.

“Y-Yes,” you gasped, barely able to form words.

He chuckled, his grip tightening slightly. “That’s right.” His pace quickened, his cock hitting deeper, harder. “You’re mine. You don’t fucking look at anyone else. You don’t let anyone touch you. Understand?”

You nodded frantically, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. “Yes—yes, only you.”

His hand moved lower, finding your clit again, rubbing harsh circles that had you unraveling in seconds. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body trembling as you came hard around him.

Jungwon groaned, his pace stuttering as he chased his own release. “Fuck,” he growled, burying himself deep inside you as he spilled into you, his grip never loosening.

For a moment, the only sound was heavy breathing, both of you spent. Then Jungwon leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of your neck.

“Never pull that shit again,” he murmured, his voice rough but affectionate.

You let out a shaky breath, a smirk playing on your lips. “Then never ignore me again.”

He chuckled, his hands still gripping your waist. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your ear. “After tonight, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”

[secret-moonstruck]

My brother's bride | n. rk

Weekly challenge: Obedience/Curse (secret-moonstruck x callmemonster68)

— Pairing: Ni-ki x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: "- But we have a few weeks until my sentence. -  Y/N came out of the river and got dressed leaving Ni-Ki there, he smiled at the thought of having her again."

— Genre: smut

— Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, praising, cum inside, making out, clit play, begging, hickeys, cum eating, overstimulation.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

Y/N's world shattered when she heard her father say that the king wanted her as a hostage and demanded her marriage to his eldest son, Seojin.

She spent days in a panic thinking about how her life was ruined, and if there was any way to escape this, but she couldn't think of any way to escape or anything, and it all got worse when she found out that even though the wedding wasn't for a few weeks, they wanted her living in the palace immediately.

Y/N's crying was the only thing that could be heard in her room that night, so when her door opened abruptly she screamed in fright. A terribly scary woman entered, followed by two other women. She was a shaman, she was sent with a purpose, to curse Y/N.

The curse was simple but cruel, Y/N could never disobey an order from that family, she would be the perfect puppet who would have to obey every order, and be totally submissive to her husband.

A few days trapped in the palace and Y/N had already found a way to escape at least from her room, luckily it was a remote and isolated place, as it was temporary, she would soon get married and have to live with Prince Seojin.

When she got out she saw that there were no guards, it was easy to get out to a small river at the back of the palace, she thought she could run away, but when she thought about it her chest hurt terribly, suffocating her, the curse proving real, she couldn't run away, but at least that far she could go.

The place was peaceful, and she knew that no one would go there, so she took off her clothes and entered the water, the silence calmed her, she relaxed there for a while, her eyes closed enjoying her small moment of peace.

- You shouldn't be here, you know that, right? - The male voice scared her, but at the same time a shiver passed through her body.

Y/N tried to cover herself by hiding under the water looking for where the voice was coming from, that's when she saw him.

Standing on the riverbank, with a smile on his handsome face as he watched her, he was beautiful.

- Who are you? Why are you here? - Y/N's voice was shaky and she hated it, it made her sound weak and scared. - Get out of here now. Are you some kind of pervert by any chance?

- I'm Ni-Ki, I imagine you're Y/N, my little sister-in-law, right? - Ni-ki started removing his clothes to enter the river, while speaking. - Maybe I'm just a little perverted, but you're the one swimming naked here. Very inviting.

In the mind of Y/Didn't stop for a moment, the right thing would be to tell him to leave, she herself should get away from there...she didn't even know him, and it was obvious what he was planning...but she also thought about how her life was already completely ruined, she would soon be married to a monster, in addition to being cursed to serve him...at least that, she should live her life even if it was just once, and also...her fiancé would obviously freak out with anger, the thought made Y/N smile.

- And you will apparently accept the invitation. - Y/N's tone was totally different when she spoke again, sounding challenging.

Ni-Ki paused for a moment as he watched Y/N's change in attitude, it was a matter of seconds for her to change from a scared girl to a bold one, he smiled at her sudden change.

- I thought you would run away, but apparently you are a little bitch. - He laughed in derision. - That rubbish of my brother bragging on have you under control, apparently he is mistaken.

Y/N's eyes followed Ni-Ki's every movement as he finished taking off his clothes, entering the river soon after. He was heading towards Y/N when he was surprised that she closed the distance by going to him.

- You don't like your brother. - The statement was followed by a devilish smile. - You know Ni-Ki, he'll probably hate knowing that his fiancee was from someone else before him.

Y/N's fingers run over Ni-Ki's chest and abdomen causing him to shiver. She was right, his brother would die of rage, he would ensure that, and in the most pleasurable way possible.

Ni-ki shuddered, a sigh leaving her lips when Y/N's hand grabbed his dick, a smile on her face, her eyes were fixed on his as she pumped him, feeling him getting harder and harder under her touch, she slowed down the pace a little making him irritated, and she smiled when he grunted.

- Hmmm, do you want me to continue? - She applied a little more pressure, feeling the veins pulsing against her hand. - Or do you want to end this another way? You know Ni-Ki, river water is not the only thing leaving me wet.

- Damn Y/N you are a teasing bitch.

- Oh, so you don't want to? - She threatened to walk away from him. - Okay. So goodbye Ni-Ki.

Y/N had barely turned to walk away when he pulled her back, her back slamming against his body, he held her tightly, she felt his erection against her, as he attacked her neck kissing and nibbling. A low moan left her lips as he grabbed her breast, his other hand sliding down her body to her pussy, his long fingers entering directly into her hot hole.

- Is it fun to tease others? - He whispered with his hoarse voice in her ear, while his fingers moved inside her. - You think I can't take care of a bitch like you?

His fingers never gave her hole a rest as his thumb played with her clit, making her arch against his body, but he stopped when he felt her clenching around his fingers.

- Do you want me to continue, or do you want me inside you? - He provoked her with the same question she had asked.

Y/N didn't respond, she just turned to him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she kissed him, that was the best response, he grabbed her legs, locking them around his waist as he penetrated her, both of them moaning into the kiss, his movements quick and precise while she moaned desperately, her head falling back exposing her neck, which he didn't hesitate to fill with marks.

- Such a dirty bitch, look at this pussy swallowing my dick. - He moaned against her skin, increasing the pace, making her moan more and more desperate for him.

- Yes Ni-Ki I'm a dirty bitch, you dirty bitch Ni-Ki.

He couldn't take it anymore, his cock twitching inside her as ropes of cum filled her. Y/N trembled in his arms as she came soon after, her pussy clenching against his cock making him moan.

- I don't know if I want to hand you over to my brother... - Ni-Ki said, still holding her. - I want more of you Y/N.

- That's not our decision, is it? - Y/N walked away from him, she was getting irritated remembering that she would soon be with that disgusting guy. - But we have a few weeks until my sentence. 

Y/N came out of the river and got dressed leaving Ni-Ki there, he smiled at the thought of having her again.

It became a routine for Y/N and Ni-Ki to meet, at first it was just to have sex, but soon it wasn't just that, they started talking, and that's when everything started to go wrong, Ni-Ki started to feel the desire to free her from her brother, and soon he started to want to protect her, then to want her for himself, and without realizing it, he ended up falling in love.

Y/N felt increasingly sad, she had already accepted her fate, but now? She ruined herself that day at the river, if she had left when Ni-Ki showed up, she wouldn't now be scared at the thought of leaving him to be with his monster brother.

Y/N smiled looking at herself in the mirror, it had already gotten dark, she would go to Ni-Ki's room to meet him as always, the wedding was approaching, but she forgot that when she was in his arms.

Y/N opened the door and was scared when Seojin was there waiting for her, he pushed her inside.

- Going to see Ni-Ki? - He pushed her against the wall, threatening her. - Dirty bitch, is that what you've been doing? You should be mine, not his. Who do you think you are to deceive me?

Y/N was shaking scared, she was afraid he would do something to Ni-Ki.

- You remember that you must obey me, don't you? For you will kill your dear Ni-Ki. Go on, be your usual bitch and then kill him, here take this dagger and you will stab him in the heart yourself. This way he will learn not to covet something that doesn't belong to him. 

When Y/N arrived at Ni-Ki's room he pulled her into his arms kissing her, internally She was suffering, fighting, she wanted to get out of there fearing what she was going to do, but she couldn't, she also couldn't express and warn him.

As time passed and she was there with him, she relaxed, thinking that maybe the curse wasn't controlling her, after all she had been there for some time and nothing happened.

As Ni-Ki kissed her, she began to forget her fear, it was difficult to think about anything when she was with him.

He didn't know what was tormenting her, but he could see that she was restless, he wanted to calm her, and he knew very well how to do that.

Making her lie down on the bed he began to kiss her, even his softest kiss was still hot and hungry as he stripped her of her clothes, followed by kisses all over her body, leaving marks on her thighs, she could feel his hot breath against her wet core, his tongue sliding over her wetness savoring every drop, he loved devouring her pussy, he moaned as his tongue played with her, the vibrations making Y/N's body arch, she held tightly to his hair in desperation, her thighs trying to close but his firm hands kept her away, he passed a hand under her thigh pulling her body more and more towards his face while his mouth devoured her hungrily.

- So good. - His hoarse voice sounded almost tearful.

Ni-ki loved it, being between his legs, his taste, his moans, everything was an addiction for him. His fingers sliding inside her as he sucked on her clit.

- Damn Ni-Ki. - Her voice was almost a sigh.

Y/N's body arching on the bed, him licking every drop from her making her more and more desperate, closer, he could feel her shaking, her breathing getting heavier, when she came in his mouth, he grunted, his tongue never stopping.

- Ni-Ki stop, please, it's too much. - She was too sensitive, but he didn't want to stop, he wanted to take her to the limit, and then go beyond it.

He continued, his mouth torturing her sensitive pussy, tears already streaming down Y/N's face as he took her to the edge again, her body agonizing beneath him as he never stopped, his tongue licking, playing and teasing her more and more, she begged, disjointed words leaving her lips as she came again, he continued licking every drop from her wet pussy, she feared he wouldn't stop, but he pulled away.

- I could do this all night. I can't get enough of you. - He quickly removed his own clothes. - But I can't take it anymore, I need you Y/N.

Ni-Ki turned around on the bed pushing her down, Y/N didn't know if she would be able to keep herself firm, when he entered her without warning, his cock sliding easily through her wet walls.

- So tight, but it swallows my cock so well.

He took no pity on her as he pounded her insides frantically, the sounds echoing through the room as his hips moved faster and faster, only to slow down and slam into her insides before speeding up again, he held Y/N's hips while his other hand was stuck in her hair making her back arch.

Y/N's trembling voice begging for him. He pulled her up, her body against his, his hand clamping around her neck, his fingers tightening around her throat, making her pussy clench around him.

- Really a bitch. - He said when he felt her contract, pressing his hand making her lean more against him. 

A prolonged moan left Ni-Ki's lips as he came undone inside her, his hips losing a little rhythm as he gave firmer thrusts while filling her, Y/N reached climax soon after feeling the hot liquid dripping from her pussy. But she knew it wasn't over, she knew Ni-Ki well enough to know he wanted more.

While Ni-Ki slept next to her, Y/N took the dagger crying, she trembled trying to fight against the order, she was about to plunge the dagger into his heart, she doesn't know where, but she got strength and managed to go against the curse. She screamed and pulled the blade turning towards her own chest, the tip was millimeters from her heart when Ni-Ki's hand stopped her.

- What are you doing? - He threw the dagger away and hugged her. - Why are you doing this?

Y/N crying clinging to him, shaking in his arms.

- He sent me, he told me to kill you, he found out about us, I can't, I can't do that.

- And you tried to kill yourself? - He was furious. - Would you die to not kill me?

- It was the only way, either that or I would have to kill you. 

Ni-Ki was furious he He wanted to kill his brother but he couldn't leave Y/N there in that state.

After calming her down and getting her to sleep, he left and went to talk to his father. But it was useless he and Seojin were on the same side. He was about to call the guards to get rid of Ni-Ki but the king didn't expect him to have the dagger they gave to Y/N, Ni-Ki stabbed the king in the chest, he had no remorse or anything, that man was always terrible to him and was doing the same to Y/N.

Ni-ki returned to her room, and when she opened the door her blood boiled, Y/N was lying on the bed, her clothes partially torn and Seojin on top of her, she screamed trying to get rid of him, her face covered in tears.

It took less than a second for Ni-Ki to cut Seojin's neck, his blood splattering across Y/N and Ni-ki. He pulled Y/N away from his brother's body.

- You're fine, he won't do anything to you. - Ni-ki tried to calm her down. - It's over.

There was no more curse, they felt relieved after destroying those responsible for all that. A slight smile on her lips before Ni-Ki pulled her to kiss her, it was desperate, and hot, it showed how much they finally belonged to each other without the fear of being separated, now Y/N belonged only to him.

Next challenge: Fantasy x Aphrodisiac

[deer-hunter]

JUNGWON: daydream (d awards)

(video by upperjw)

[nfly5]

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[jjungwons]

[heartsriki]

LOVE SOUNDTRACK⌇음악

FLIRT ALERT! series⌇NI-KI | Prev

pairing ᝰ ni-ki x fem!reader | word count: 2k+

⌇ … warnings & genre ↺ friends to lovers, lots of beating around the bush, no other warnings I think.

synopsis — Riki creates a playlist for you, each song reflecting your shared moments. As you listen, you uncover his hidden feelings and the confession tucked within the final track, leading to a sweet, music-filled moment where your love story plays out in perfect harmony.

lee's ₊˚⊹ ᰔ comment ┊the ot7 series is done :( BUT NOW I CAN WORK ON LONGER AND DETAILED PROJECTS HURRAYYYY, hopefully yall like those when they come out!

The playlist shows up on your phone one evening without warning.

You’re sprawled across your bed, textbooks pushed to the side, a half-empty coffee cup perched precariously on your nightstand. The dorm is quiet except for the distant murmur of voices in the hallway. You’re mid-scroll through your music library when you notice it—For Y/N.

Your thumb hovers over the screen.

Weird. You don’t remember making this.

Curious, you tap on it, and the first song begins to play.

A soft melody hums through your earbuds, and immediately, something tugs at your memory. You know this song. It’s the one that you played in your dorm last winter, the night you and Riki sat by the window watching the first snowfall of the year.

You close your eyes, and the memory comes back in vivid detail.

“You think it’ll stick?” you had asked, blowing on your hot chocolate. The glass pane beside you was fogged up from the warmth inside, but beyond it, the snowflakes swirled under the streetlights.

“Doubt it,” Riki had said, drawing random doodles on the glass window like a kid. He had been watching the snow too, his expression calm. Then, he smirked. “But hey, if it does, I’ll let you abuse me with snowballs as a reward.”

You had laughed, rolling your eyes. “Like I need your permission for that.”

Now, lying in bed, you wondered about the playlist and its meaning.

Wait how did it even get on your phone?

The next day drags by in a haze of half-heard lectures and restless thoughts.

You barely remember getting dressed, barely remember grabbing your bag, and now you’re here—seated across from Riki at your usual table in the campus café, fingers curled around a cup of coffee that’s gone lukewarm.

And he says nothing.

Not a single word about the playlist.

You watch him, searching for any sign that he’s waiting for you to bring it up. But Riki is as casual as ever, scrolling through his phone between bites of his croissant, occasionally glancing up to make some offhand comment about a ridiculous campus rumor or the professor who showed up to class with the worst fashion sense ever.

Meanwhile, your thoughts are a tangled mess.

The playlist. The songs. What do they mean?

Your heart slams against your ribs just thinking about it.

Does he know you listened? Does he want you to say something?

You grip your coffee cup a little tighter, clearing your throat. “So… did you do anything interesting last night?”

It’s a test. A chance for him to bring it up naturally.

Riki hums, still staring at his phone. “Not really. Just played some games with Jake, went to bed late. You?”

You blink. Your fingers tighten around the cup.

Seriously?

He’s going to act like nothing happened?

Your eyes narrow, and you wait—wait for the moment he cracks, for the smirk, for the teasing remark, for anything that shows he knows exactly what he did.

But nothing comes.

“Just slept,” you mutter, forcing yourself to take a sip of coffee, even though it tastes bitter now.

The silence stretches between you.

It’s unbearable.

Your mind races through possibilities. Maybe he sent it by accident. Maybe it wasn’t meant for you at all. Maybe—

Riki stretches lazily in his seat, his hoodie slipping off his shoulder. “Oh, by the way,” he says, and for a second, your breath catches. Finally.

But then—

“Wanna grab ramen after class?”

You stare at him, your stomach flipping.

That’s it? That’s all?

Your grip tightens on your cup as you force a nod. “Yeah. Sure.”

Riki grins, completely oblivious to the storm raging inside you.

And as he goes back to his phone, casually sipping his drink, you realize—

If he won’t bring it up, you might just have to.

but of course Riki doesn’t bring up the playlist over ramen either.

You sit across from him in the crowded little shop just off campus, the air thick with the scent of broth and spices. The steam from your bowl curls between you, but it does nothing to chase away the tension sitting heavy in your chest.

You’ve been waiting—waiting—for him to say something, to acknowledge what he sent you. But instead, he slurps his noodles like it’s just another night, like he didn’t put together an entire playlist filled with memories.

And it’s driving you insane.

“You’re quiet today,” Riki remarks, his chopsticks hovering over his bowl as he watches you. His tone is light, but there’s something in his gaze—curious, a little teasing. Like he knows something is up.

You set your spoon down a little too forcefully. “Am I?”

His lips twitch like he’s holding back a smirk. “Yeah. So weird too. You usually don’t shut up.”

Your jaw tightens. Unbelievable.

If anyone else had made that comment, you’d have thrown a napkin at their face. But right now, you can barely focus on coming up with a comeback.

Your stomach flips just remembering it.

The worst part? Riki looks normal. Like none of this is affecting him at all.

Fine. If he wants to play it cool, two can play that game.

You lean back in your seat, feigning nonchalance. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say.”

Riki quirks a brow, tilting his head slightly. “That’s new.”

Your fingers tighten around your chopsticks. Say something. Bring it up. Ask him.

But just as you open your mouth, he reaches over, stealing a piece of your fish cake right off your plate.

You slap his hand, scowling. “Excuse me?”

He just grins, chewing obnoxiously. “What? You looked distracted. Figured you wouldn’t notice.”

You do throw a napkin at him this time.

And just like that, the moment passes. The conversation shifts to something else—an upcoming test, some campus drama, a new game he’s been obsessed with.

But underneath it all, the tension lingers.

Because you know the truth.

Riki put together that playlist for you.

And no matter how hard he tries to pretend it’s nothing, you know.

The only question is—when are you going to make him admit it?

That night, you give in.

You’re lying in bed again, phone resting on your chest, screen glowing softly in the dark. Your thumb hovers over For Y/N, heart hammering like it’s some kind of forbidden secret.

Riki still hasn’t said a word about it.

But you can’t let it go.

With a quiet breath, you press play.

The next song starts slow, familiar guitar chords filling your ears. The moment it plays, you recognize it—it’s from that weekend trip to the beach last summer.

Your lips part slightly as the memory washes over you.

The sun had just started to set, painting the sky in soft pinks and oranges. You and Riki had been sitting in the sand, sneakers discarded, the distant sound of waves blending into the music playing from his speaker.

“If I had to pick a favorite sunset, this would be it.” You had stretched your arms behind you, leaning back, letting the breeze tangle in your hair.

“You say that every time.” Riki had scoffed, but his voice was softer than usual.

“Because it always feels true in the moment.”

He hadn’t responded right away. You remember that part clearly. He had just looked at you for a second, something unreadable in his gaze. Then, instead of saying anything, he had reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before quickly looking away, pretending like he hadn’t just done it.

You had pretended, too.

Now, lying in the dark, you exhale shakily.

You’re not imagining this. You can’t be.

These songs—they’re not just random picks. They’re moments, his moments, things that must have meant something to him.

And the more you listen, the clearer it becomes.

You need to talk to him.

The next day, it happens by surprise.

Because of you.

You’re sitting outside the café on campus, staring at your untouched drink, mind replaying the song over and over, when Riki slides into the seat across from you with a lazy grin.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he teases, stealing one of your fries without asking.

You don’t respond. Just stare at him, long enough that the grin fades slightly from his lips.

“What?” he asks, chewing.

“Why won’t you admit that you made it?.”

His chewing slows. “Made what?”

You inhale sharply. “The playlist.”

Silence.

Riki freezes for half a second—so quick you almost miss it—before he forces a shrug, looking off to the side. “Yeah, so what? I made it.”

You blink, caught off guard by the casual admittance. “So what? You weren’t ever going to bring it up?”

He scoffs. “Didn’t know I had to.” Then, before you can say anything else, he pushes his phone across the table toward you, screen lighting up with his music app. “Just—listen to the last song.”

Your stomach twists. “Riki—”

“Just listen.”

And the way he says it—quiet, firm, almost nervous—makes you reach for his phone without another word.

You hesitate for only a second before pressing play.

The song starts slow, just like the last one—soft piano notes trickling in, delicate and familiar. It takes only a few seconds before you recognize it.

Your breath catches.

This song—it’s from that night.

The night it rained.

You remember it so clearly now, like the memory has just been waiting to resurface.

You and Riki had been caught in the sudden downpour, running through the empty streets, your shoes slapping against the wet pavement. You had been laughing, breathless, soaked to the bone, and Riki had grabbed your wrist, pulling you under the awning of a closed bookstore.

“We suck at checking the weather.” You had panted, pushing your dripping hair out of your face.

“No, you suck at checking the weather,” Riki had corrected, shaking out his arms like a wet dog.

You had rolled your eyes, shivering slightly. Without a word, Riki had tugged off his soaked hat, shaking off the rain before draping it over your head.

“Riki—”

“Just wear it,” he had muttered, avoiding your eyes. “Protects you from the rain a bit.”

The moment had stretched between you, heavy despite the laughter that had just filled the air. You remember how his fingers had brushed against yours when he adjusted the hat, how close he had been, how the rain had clung to his lashes when he finally looked at you.

And now—this song.

It had been playing from the small speaker outside the bookstore, blending into the sound of raindrops and your pounding heart.

Back in the present, sitting across from Riki in the café, you slowly set his phone down.

He’s not looking at you, gaze fixed on the table, fingers tapping against his cup.

Your chest feels impossibly tight.

“This song,” you whisper. “I remember it.”

Riki lets out a quiet breath, barely a laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah? thought you wouldn’t with your short term memory.”

Your heart stutters. “Why—” You swallow. “Why put this one last?”

Finally, he looks at you. There’s something in his expression you can’t quite place—something cautious, something vulnerable.

“Because that’s when I knew.”

Your stomach flips. “Knew what?”

He exhales sharply, shaking his head like he’s frustrated with himself. Then, he meets your gaze, eyes steady.

“That I liked you.”

The words hang between you, weighty and real.

“Me too” you responded.

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SUNOO - Beyond Appearances ( smut )

You always thought Sunoo was just your gay friend—sweet, trustworthy, harmless. But after a little accident in the bathroom, he started acting different...

Pairing: Sunoo X FemReader (Masterlist)

Genre: Smut

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises

Y/N and Sunoo have always been inseparable. He was that friend who broke into your house without warning, stole food from your fridge and threw himself into your bed without ceremony. Your conversations ranged from gossip about each other to spicy details about your crushes – well, your crushes, since Sunoo never seemed very interested in anyone.

Y/N: Don't you have a type? (he asked, throwing a grape in his mouth while the two watched a reality show)

Sunoo: Oh, I don't know. Not a guy interests me that much. (he responded with a shrug, without even taking his eyes off the screen)

For Y/N, this only confirmed what she always knew: Sunoo was gay. After all, he loved skincare, danced to TikTok videos better than anyone and knew how to combine colors like no one else. And, of course, he had never shown interest in any girl.

You were so intimate that he would enter the bathroom while you were brushing your teeth, going through your clothes to help you choose a look and even giving you his opinion on your new lingerie.

Sunoo: This one screams "eat me now" (he said it once, holding up a lacy red ensemble)

Y/N: Exactly what I want it to scream. (replied with a mischievous smile)

They both laughed, as always. No tension, no ulterior motives. Because for Y/N, Sunoo was safe.

Until one day, something changed.

It was a day like any other. Y/N had just gotten out of the shower, the towel stuck to her body as she looked in the mirror, playing with her damp strands.

That's when Sunoo entered the bathroom without warning. As he always did.

Sunoo: Hey, did you see my…

The towel slipped off the instant the door closed behind him.

Time seemed to stop. Y/N stood completely naked in front of him.

Sunoo froze. His wide-eyed gaze swept over her body in an involuntary reflex before he forced himself to look away, turning around with such haste that he banged his elbow on the door.

Sunoo: M-my God! (voice was shaky, breathing was uneven)

Y/N laughed, pulling the towel back leisurely, completely comfortable.

Y/N: Oh, Sunoo, there's no need to despair (he joked) That doesn't even interest you.

Silence.

She expected him to respond with a mocking comment, something like "of course not, darling" or "please, I've seen better bodies." But he didn't say anything.

Y/N frowned.

Y/N: Sunoo?

He was still on his back, his shoulders tense, his breathing a little too heavy. When he finally turned to face her, there was something different in his dark eyes.

Something that has never been there before.

The bathroom incident should have been just that: an accident. But after that day, Sunoo started acting... strange.

Nothing blatant, nothing too obvious. But Y/N knew him too well not to notice.

Before, he plopped down on the sofa next to her without ceremony. Now, there was a subtle hesitation before sitting down, as if he was too aware of the closeness between the two.

Before, he helped her choose clothes without blinking. Now I avoided looking at her for too long when she asked, "Is that dress too short?"

Before, he joked about his encounters, his experiences, his adventures. Now he was silent when she talked about other guys.

But it was when Y/N started to tease him that the reactions became more interesting.

One night, while packing her clothes to go out, she changed into a skintight dress and turned to him with a mischievous smile.

Y/N: And then? Too vulgar? (he asked, turning on his heel)

It was an old game. Sunoo always gave a sharp comment, sometimes exaggerated, sometimes dramatic.

But this time, instead of rolling his eyes and joking, he blinked slowly, as if he was having a thought he shouldn't have.

Sunoo: It's… beautiful.

The tone of voice was not mocking. It was low. Serious. As if he had forgotten for a second that he was "just a friend."

Y/N raised her eyebrow, crossing her arms.

Y/N: Just pretty?

He licked his lips, looked away, and for a split second he looked uncomfortable.

Sunoo: What do you want me to say? (he retorted) That you look hot?

It was an ironic comment, but the problem wasn't what he said. That's the way he said it.

As if he was thinking about it.

The silence that followed was longer than it should have been.

Sunoo cleared his throat and stood up too quickly.

Sunoo: I'll get some water (he said, disappearing from the room before she could question anything else)

Y/N stood there, feeling the energy in the air.

Something was different.

And she wanted to know exactly what it was.

Y/N noticed the changes in Sunoo, but in her head, there was only one explanation: he must be going through something. Maybe he was confused, maybe he was dealing with insecurities, or maybe… he was discovering himself in a way that she didn't yet understand.

But that didn't mean she wasn't going to have some fun.

So he started testing.

Nothing too obvious. Just little teases.

Like when they were watching a movie together, and she decided to lie on his lap instead of the couch. Normally, Sunoo would absentmindedly run his fingers through her hair, comfortable in their intimacy. But this time, he was tense. Hands still, rigid at his sides.

Y/N: You're feeling strangely stuck today. (he joked, looking up)

Sunoo forced a laugh.

Sunoo: I'm just tired.

Liar.

And she started noticing more signs.

The next day, Y/N wore a tight crop top and short shorts while putting on makeup. Sunoo was lying on her bed, on his cell phone, as usual.

Or at least that's what she thought.

When she turned to pick up some lipstick, she caught him looking at the reflection in the mirror.

It was fast. But it was enough.

She smiled, having fun.

Y/N: Help me choose the color? Red or nude?

Sunoo looked away too quickly, picking up the first lipstick without even looking.

Sunoo: Whatever.

Y/N to them.

Y/N: Since when do you have no opinion on makeup?

He pursed his lips.

Sunoo: Since you started interrogating me for everything.

Y/N narrowed her eyes, moving closer and crossing her arms.

Y/N: Are you hiding something from me?

Sunoo: For God's sake, Y/N.

She laughed, tossing the lipstick aside and turning back to the mirror.

She still thought he was gay.

She just didn't realize that he was making everything more and more difficult for him.

Sunoo was acting strange.

Not the way he used to, when he just hesitated or was uncomfortable with some situations. Now, he was actually avoiding Y/N.

The answers were short. Messages took longer to be responded to. When she asked him out, he made excuses.

And Y/N started to feel uncomfortable.

On Wednesday night, she was sitting at a bar, tapping the end of her straw against her glass as she vented to Jake, the only mutual friend they had.

Y/N: He's avoiding me. (she mumbled, throwing her head back)

Jake arched his eyebrow.

Jake: Are you sure?

Y/N: Yes! Before, was acting strange. Now he practically runs away from me!

Jake took a sip of his beer and frowned.

Jake: Did you do something?

Y/N: No! I just... (she stopped, biting her lip) Okay, I kind of started testing him.

Jake: Test?

Y/N: Yes. Like… he was all weird after that day in the bathroom.

Jake: What day in the bathroom?

Y/N sighed and told everything. About how Sunoo had seen her naked by accident, how he reacted differently, and how he had since seemed uncomfortable around her.

Y/N: But he's gay, so it doesn't make sense! (she concluded, exasperated)

Jake was silent for a moment, just looking at her.

And then he asked, calmly:

Jake: Y/N… did he ever say he was gay?

She blinked.

Y/N: What?

Jake: Did he ever tell you that? Or did you just… assume?

She opened her mouth to respond, but no response came.

Because, for the first time, doubt arose.

Y/N always assumed Sunoo was gay. For the cute clothes, for the sharp personality, for the extravagant manner. He never talked about liking women, so she just concluded that he didn't.

But…

She never asked.

Jake laughed softly when he saw her expression change.

Jake: Guess you have some conversations to have, huh?

Y/N spent the next two days mulling over the conversation with Jake.

She tried to recall a time when Sunoo had confirmed that he was gay. Some conversation, some sentence, anything. But all he found were his own conclusions.

And now he was running away from her.

If before she just wanted to tease him for fun, now it was a test by fire.

And she wanted answers.

So, that Friday, she decided to take action.

Sunoo was sitting alone in the college library, concentrating on his notebook, as if he was trying to become invisible. It was ridiculous.

Y/N approached silently, sliding into the chair next to him as if nothing was happening.

Y/N: Hi, missing (he hummed, resting his chin in his hand)

Sunoo tensed his shoulders, but didn't look at her.

Sunoo: Hi.

The coldness in his voice only made Y/N smile even more.

Y/N: Are you avoiding me?

Sunoo: No.

She laughed.

Y/N: So that means if I do this...(she ran her fingers down his arm, very slowly, as if she were distracted) You won't freak out?

Sunoo froze.

And that's when she realized.

He didn't move away.

But he didn't look at her either.

Interesting.

Y/N: It's getting hot in here, right? (she commented innocently, pulling her own coat and leaving her shoulders exposed. Then, she leaned closer, right next to his ear) Or is it just me?

Sunoo took a deep breath.

Sunoo: Y/N…

Y/N: What happened? (she whispered, making her voice purposefully sweet)

He clenched his fists.

Sunoo: You need to stop.

She pulled away a little, blinking her eyes with false innocence.

Y/N: Stop what? We've always been like this, Sunoo. You always let me touch you. Never bothered.

Sunoo finally looked at her.

And it was there, in that dark look filled with something that Y/N still didn't fully understand, that she felt like maybe she was playing with fire.

But did that make her want to stop?

Not at all.

Y/N: Come to my house for dinner today (suggested casually, leaning over to pick up her cell phone on the table, but purposely leaving her cleavage visible for a second longer)

Sunoo looked away so quickly he almost broke his neck.

Sunoo: I can't (he muttered, closing the notebook suddenly)

She laughed, tossing her hair back.

Y/N: Oh, yes you can. You always can. It's going to look weird if you start saying no now.

Sunoo clenched his jaw.

Y/N noticed.

She also noticed when he sighed in defeat and nodded, somewhat reluctantly.

Sunoo: It's OK.

That's how, a few hours later, they were in her apartment. As they have always been so many times before.

But nothing was the same as before.

Sunoo knew this. Y/N knew that.

She prepared a simple dinner as usual. But as he stirred the food in the pan, he made sure to do everything at the slowest pace possible, his hip movements exaggeratedly lazy, knowing that Sunoo was there, sitting at the counter, watching.

He didn't speak. He just stood there, touching his own glass, without looking at her directly.

Y/N smiled to herself.

After dinner, they plopped down on the couch to watch a movie, like they always did. But now she wanted to test it a little more.

So, instead of sitting in the opposite corner like Sunoo clearly wanted, Y/N lay down on the couch, with her head resting on his lap.

It was there that she felt it.

Sunoo's breathing became slower, almost heavy.

He was tense again.

Y/N closed her eyes and sighed.

Y/N: I love that we have this freedom (mumbled) It's so good to have a friend who will never look at me any other way.

Sunoo swallowed.

She noticed.

And smiled.

Y/N: Like, I can lay on your lap like this and it will never mean anything. (she continued, stretching a little more, feeling his body lock under her)

Nothing. He didn't say anything.

She bit her lip.

Y/N: That's why I always knew you were gay (said, without filter) You never looked at me differently. It was never dull. You never bothered with me around.

Now he moved.

Sunoo slid a little on the couch, as if trying to create a distance that simply didn't exist.

Sunoo: I'm going to get water (he said suddenly, pushing her away with a sudden movement and practically fleeing to the kitchen)

Y/N laughed softly.

She was sure now.

And she wasn't going to stop until he broke it completely.

Sunoo didn't return to the sofa.

After getting the water, he stayed in the kitchen for too long, leaning against the sink, with his back to the living room, as if he needed to catch his breath.

Y/N took advantage.

She stood up silently, walking over to him.

Y/N: Sunoo...(called softly, stopping right behind him)

He remained motionless.

She smiled.

Y/N: What happened? (she teased, dragging her fingers down his spine, lightly, only to see his body stiffen) Why are you so nervous lately?

Sunoo: I'm not nervous.

Y/N: No? So look at me.

Silence.

Sunoo didn't turn around.

And Y/N took advantage of that.

She moved even closer, pressing her body to his, her arms slipping around his waist as if it were something innocent.

Y/N: You look weird, you know that? (she whispered close to his ear) Before, you didn't care about anything I did. Now it seems like he can barely stand near me.

She felt him hold his breath.

Y/N: Why are you running away?

Nothing.

Sunoo looked like a statue, holding onto the counter as if his life depended on it.

Y/N smiled against his skin and raised her hands a little higher, running her fingers over the lower part of her belly.

Y/N: That doesn't interest you, remember? (she whispered, cruelly reminding him of what she had said that day in the bathroom)

And that's when it happened.

Too fast.

Too brutal.

Sunoo suddenly turned around, catching her by surprise, holding her by the wrists and pinning her against the kitchen counter.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat.

His eyes were different.

Dark.

Sunoo: Stop (he growled, but his voice sounded anything but firm)

Y/N looked at him, at his heavy breathing, at the grip on his wrists.

And then she smiled, mischievously.

Y/N: Or what?

Sunoo closed his eyes tightly, as if he was fighting an internal war.

Y/N licked her lips.

She didn't know if he would finally give in or if he would run again.

But now, anyway…

She knew he wanted it.

Sunoo was still holding her wrists. Strong but hesitant.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on hers as if trying to find a way out.

Y/N noticed this.

And he decided he wouldn't let him get away.

Y/N: What happened? (she whispered, her voice oozing venom and sweetness at the same time)

Sunoo didn't respond.

Then she leaned in a little more, touching her nose to his chin, feeling his warm breath against her skin.

Y/N: You're holding me like you're going to do something (he continued, his eyes shining with provocation) But I know you won't.

His grip faltered for a second.

And that's when Y/N decided to end him once and for all.

She moved her hips slightly, the touch almost imperceptible, but enough for him to feel it.

Sunoo held her breath.

She smiled.

Y/N: None of that interests you, right?

It was the last straw.

In an instant, he let go of her wrists.

In the next second, he grabbed her waist and pushed her sharply, placing her against the kitchen counter.

Y/N barely had time to react.

Sunoo moved closer to her even closer, his fingers digging into her skin, and when he looked at her this time, there was no more hesitation.

Sunoo: Shut up.

His voice sounded hoarser than ever, as if he had ripped something inside him.

Y/N's eyes lit up.

She licked her lips, sliding her hands slowly down his chest, feeling every tense muscle beneath her fingers.

Y/N: Are you going to shut me up? (provoked, defiant)

Sunoo took a deep breath, holding her face with both hands.

Y/N felt his breath tremble against her mouth.

And then…

He gave in.

The kiss was fierce.

Hunger contained. Anger. Lust. Everything mixed into a burning contact.

Y/N grabbed his hair, pulling hard, and that's how it felt: the shiver running through Sunoo's body, the muffled moan against his lips, the way he gave himself as if he were hungry.

He was lost.

And she finally got what she wanted.

But now…

Now, she wanted more.

The kiss was still burning on Y/N's lips when Sunoo pulled away abruptly, her eyes wide as if she had just committed a crime.

Sunoo: Shit... (he whispered, putting a hand to his mouth, as if to erase what just happened)

Y/N watched as he took a step back.

And I knew right away that he was going to run away.

But this time, she wasn't going to let him.

Before he could move any further, Y/N grabbed his wrist and pulled him back closer, forcing him to face her.

Y/N: Where do you think you're going? (he asked, his voice calm but sharp)

Sunoo swallowed hard, looking away.

Sunoo: That was a mistake… (mumbled)

Y/N laughed, sarcastically.

Y/N: A mistake? So tell me why you're shaking.

He didn't respond.

She tightened her grip on his wrist.

Y/N: Answer me, Sunoo.

He closed his eyes tightly, his shoulders tensed, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Sunoo: I don't... I can't do this to you.

Y/N: Do what? Want me?

He clenched his jaw.

Y/N: Don't you want me?

Silence.

Sunoo didn't deny it.

And Y/N noticed.

She let out a low laugh, pulling him even closer, so close that she felt his breath hitch against her face.

Y/N: So tell me, Sunoo… Why did you let me believe all this time that you were gay?

He remained motionless.

His dark eyes, full of guilt and something else he was trying to hide.

Y/N: Say.

He closed his hands into fists.

Sunoo: Because it was easier that way.

Y/N frowned.

Y/N: What do you mean?

Sunoo took a deep breath, her lips trembling before finally releasing the words:

Sunoo: Because I always wanted you. From the beginning.

Y/N felt her heart race.

But Sunoo didn't stop.

Sunoo: But I knew I would never have a chance. You always saw me as your gay friend, your harmless best friend. If I tried anything, you would push me away. So I let you believe that.

The confession fell heavily between the two.

Sunoo looked exhausted, as if he had just been stripped of a secret that had been consuming him for years.

Y/N bit her lip, feeling a wave of excitement and adrenaline course through her body.

Y/N: And now? (she whispered)

Sunoo looked up.

His eyes were wild, but still filled with fear.

Sunoo: Now... (he murmured, his voice hoarse) I can't stop anymore.

Y/N sorriu.

Y/N: Then don't stop.

Sunoo was completely still.

The chest rising and falling quickly, the mouth half-open, the eyes still carrying that internal conflict.

But Y/N didn't want any more conflict.

She wanted him to give in.

She wanted him to beg.

She wanted him to take her without thinking.

And to do that, I needed to push him until there was nothing left but pure desire.

Y/N: You can't stop anymore, can you? (she whispered, her fingers sliding down his chest, feeling the tension pulsing under his skin)

Sunoo didn't respond.

He just swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on her as if he already knew where this was going, but was still trying to fight it.

She smiled.

Slowly, she ran her hands over his shoulders and up to his neck, her fingers lightly playing with the strands of hair on the back of his neck.

Y/N: So don't stop, Sunoo...

He held his breath.

Y/N leaned in more, placing her lips on his jaw, feeling the tremor that ran through her body at the same moment.

Y/N: You've wanted me for so long... (she murmured against his skin, leaving slow kisses along his neck) Why are you still hesitating?

Sunoo's hands went to his waist, squeezing tightly, but he remained still, as if he needed one last push.

Y/N smiled against his skin.

Y/N: Or do you want me to beg?

And then, she slid her leg between his, pressing her body against him, feeling the undeniable proof that he wanted her.

Sunoo let out a muffled moan, his fingers digging deeper into your waist.

Y/N looked up and met his eyes.

They were different.

There was no more hesitation.

Just hungry.

And that's when he finally broke.

In an instant, he grabbed her face and kissed her again, but this time, there was no retreat.

The kiss was wild.

Desperate.

His fingers tightened around her body, pulling her closer, as if he wanted to feel every inch of her pressed against his.

Y/N smiled against his lips.

She won.

And now, Sunoo was completely hers.

Sunoo kissed her as if he were hungry, as if every second he spent holding back now needed to be made up for.

His fingers explored her body without hesitation, and Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine when she realized how strong and firm he held her.

She smiled against his lips, sliding her hands down his chest, pushing him back slightly.

Y/N: Calm down, Sunoo… (she murmured, provocatively, her eyes shining) I thought you were more… sweet.

Sunoo stood still for a second, breathing heavily.

Then he tilted his head, watching her with something different in his eyes.

Something dangerous.

Sunoo: Sweet? (he repeated, a slow, dark smile appearing on his lips)

Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach.

Before she could react, Sunoo grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly, putting their bodies together again.

Sunoo: You spent so long thinking I was safe, harmless... (he whispered, his lips brushing the skin of her neck) But do you know what happens when someone holds back their desire for too long?

He lightly bit the sensitive spot below her ear, making her body shudder.

Sunoo: It explodes.

Y/N barely had time to process the words before she was forcefully spun around and pressed against the wall.

Sunoo held your wrists above your head, his breath hot against your skin.

Sunoo: You teased me for so long, challenged me, tested me... (he laughed quietly, the sound hoarse and sinful) Now you'll have to deal with the consequences.

Y/N opened her mouth to respond, but any words died when she felt his teeth dig lightly into her skin, followed by his hot tongue sliding in, soothing the burning.

She gasped, feeling her entire body throb.

Sunoo was different.

He wasn't just her best friend anymore.

He was a man who had been restrained for too long.

And now, finally released, he seemed determined to make her pay for every provocation.

Y/N wanted to test her limits one last time.

Y/N: What if I don't want to deal with the consequences? (she whispered, a defiant smile on her lips)

Sunoo looked up, eyes burning into hers.

He tilted his head, his smile widening.

Sunoo: Oh, you will.

And then, he took her completely.

Sunoo looked at Y/N as if her teasing had ignited something deep within him. There was no longer any hesitation in his eyes. There was no more retreat. Just an insatiable hunger that grew by the second.

In one swift movement, he grabbed the back of her neck, his firm fingers pressing into her skin, and pressed his mouth to hers with a fierce urgency. The kiss was rough, with no room for softness, no chance for resistance. His tongue invaded your mouth with force, as if he was tasting something that should have been his all along.

Y/N tried to maintain control, tried to reverse the situation and provoke him again, but Sunoo didn't give her space. He pressed her against the wall, his firm body pressed against hers, letting her feel every inch of his response to the desire that consumed her.

Sunoo: You wanted to play with me this whole time, didn't you? (he whispered against her lips, his breathing hot and heavy) Now you're going to have to deal with what you've awakened.

Before she could respond, she felt his hands running down her body, without hesitation, without doubt. He held her waist tightly, pulling her closer, making a point of showing that there was no more room for escape. Y/N gasped, feeling her skin crawl under his touch, her mind trying to process what was happening.

Sunoo bit her lower lip before pulling it away slightly and looking at her with a smile filled with something dark.

Sunoo: Still think I'm the same? (he asked, his voice hoarse and low, sending shivers through her body)

Y/N didn't respond. I couldn't. His body was already reacting before he could even form any coherent thoughts.

Sunoo took that as an answer. His lips began to explore her neck, his tongue tracing a warm path to her collarbone. When he sucked on a sensitive spot there, she couldn't contain the low moan that escaped her lips.

He smiled against her skin.

Sunoo: That's it (mumbled) I want to hear more.

His fingers slowly descended, playing with the fabric of her clothes, as if he was testing the limits of her patience. But Y/N knew he wasn't joking. He was in control now.

And her?

She was about to lose hers completely.

Sunoo raised his face, his eyes fixed on hers, waiting for any sign of hesitation. But all he found was pure, uninhibited desire.

Sunoo: Good girl. (he whispered before finally leading them to a path of no return)

With a quick movement, he lifted her and sat her on the kitchen counter, her eyes dark and full of indecent promises. Y/N felt her heart race even more when Sunoo knelt in front of her, holding her thighs and spreading them firmly.

Sunoo: Now, I want to hear you even more (he murmured, his voice low and full of desire)

Without looking away, he pressed his lips against her exposed skin, trailing hot, wet kisses down her thigh until he finally reached her pulsing center. The first touch of his tongue made Y/N arch her back, a broken moan escaping her throat.

Sunoo smiled against his skin, pleased.

Sunoo: That… (he teased) I want your every sound for myself.

And then, without mercy, he took her completely into his mouth, making Y/N hold on to the edge of the counter, her eyes closed, as the intense pleasure consumed her.

When she finally gasped his name in pleading, Sunoo stood up, her eyes burning with lust. He held her waist tightly, turning her and leaning her slightly onto the counter.

Sunoo: You tortured me by telling you about other guys fucking you (he growled, his breathing heavy against your ear) But I'm going to fuck you so good that you'll never crave any other dick than mine again.

Before she could respond, he entered her at once, eliciting a loud moan from her lips. The shock of pleasure made her hold tight to the edge of the counter, her body already surrendered to the intense way he was taking her.

Sunoo held her waist firmly, guiding her movements without any hesitation. Each thrust was raw and deep and possessive, each thrust making it clear that he was leaving his mark on her.

He leaned over her, biting her shoulder and whispering, breathlessly:

Sunoo: I will never again let you doubt what I am capable of doing to you.

Y/N just lost herself completely in the overwhelming pleasure, knowing that after that night, nothing between them would ever be the same.

Sunoo: Look at you (he growled, his fingers squeezing her waist tightly, pulling her against him with each thrust) All wet for me... You like it like that, don't you? Being fucked by me like that?

Y/N could barely formulate a coherent response, only broken moans leaving her lips as pleasure took over every fiber of her body. But Sunoo wasn't satisfied yet.

He slid one of his hands down her body, down to her most sensitive spot, pressing with his thumb as he continued to thrust into her deeply.

Sunoo: I want to see you cum for me (he ordered, his voice full of lust) I want to feel you trembling on my dick while I fuck you so hard that you'll never be able to think about another guy other than me again.

And that's exactly what happened.

Y/N arched her back, a loud moan escaping her lips as her entire body contracted around him, pleasure exploding in overwhelming waves. Sunoo grunted as he felt her response, his own control crumbling as he buried himself into her one last time, panting, overcome with ecstasy.

They lay there, breathing heavily, their bodies still pressed together, their skin hot and damp. Sunoo slid his lips over her shoulder, leaving a possessive kiss before whispering against her skin:

Sunoo: I warned you that I would never let you see me the same way again.

Y/N smiled, still catching her breath, and turned her head to face him, her eyes shining with desire and satisfaction.

Y/N: And I promised myself I would tease you until you lost control.

Sunoo laughed, biting her bottom lip before pulling her into another hot kiss.

Sunoo: Then I hope you're ready to bear the consequences of this.

And he wasn't kidding.

Sunoo picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, throwing her onto the bed effortlessly. The wild gleam in his eyes made it clear that the night was far from over.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[hrthoons]

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[serenityluvz]

𝗘𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝗧𝗟: 𝗕𝗲 𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗦/𝗢 𝗕𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗔 𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀

⋆𐙚₊˚ˢᵉʳᵉⁿⁱᵗʸᴸᵘᵛᶻ

Most Likely

Jay – “As long as I’m the one making you feel good, I don’t mind at all.”

Jay has dominant energy and loves taking charge in the bedroom. If you’re the type to just lay back and let him do all the work, he wouldn’t mind—he’d probably take it as a challenge to make you feel even better. He enjoys the control, whether it’s slow and sensual or rough and intense. You’re lying there, panting, while Jay hovers over you with a smirk. "Tired already? I’m not done with you yet, baby." His hands grip your hips, keeping you in place as he moves, clearly enjoying watching you melt under his touch.

Heeseung – “You don’t have to do anything, baby, just let me take care of you.”

Heeseung is a giver—he gets off on making you feel good. If you’re the type to just lay there and take it, he’d probably love it, especially if you’re vocal about how good he’s making you feel. He’d tease you about being lazy but wouldn’t actually complain. Heeseung presses kisses along your neck as he moves, his breath warm against your skin. "You like just lying there, huh? Lucky for you, I love seeing you like this—completely at my mercy."

Jake – “You’re so cute like this, just letting me do whatever I want.”

Jake loves being in control but also loves intimacy. He’d be fine with you being a pillow princess as long as you’re responsive—moaning, clinging onto him, and showing how much you’re enjoying it. He’d take it as an ego boost, knowing he’s the one making you feel good without you having to lift a finger. Jake smirks as he watches you squirm beneath him. "You’re just gonna let me do all the work, huh? Good, because I plan on ruining you tonight."

Sunghoon – “I don’t mind, but don’t get too used to it.”

Sunghoon enjoys control and taking care of you, but he’d also want some effort from you every now and then. He’d indulge your pillow princess tendencies but would expect some reciprocation at times. Sunghoon rolls his eyes playfully as he leans down to kiss you. "You’re so spoiled. But since I like seeing you like this, I guess I’ll let it slide… for now."

Sunoo – “You’re so lucky I love you.”

Sunoo would enjoy pleasuring you but wouldn’t want to feel like he’s doing all the work every time. He’d be a mix of indulgent and teasing—he’d spoil you but also call you out for it. Sunoo kisses you deeply before pulling away with a smirk. "You really just expect me to do everything, huh? Good thing I enjoy watching you fall apart under me."

Jungwon – “I’ll do it… but you owe me next time.”

Jungwon would tolerate it but wouldn’t want it to be a regular thing. He enjoys taking charge, but he also likes balance in the relationship. He’d tease you about it and expect you to put in effort sometimes. Jungwon raises an eyebrow as he watches you lie back lazily. "You’re so spoiled. Guess I’ll have to teach you how to return the favor next time."

Ni-ki – “Nah, that’s not gonna fly with me.”

Ni-ki likes an interactive partner, so if you just lie there all the time, he might get bored. He wants some back-and-forth, whether it’s teasing, touching, or just showing that you’re engaged. He’d indulge you occasionally but wouldn’t love it as a long-term habit. Ni-ki huffs, running a hand through his hair. "You’re really just gonna lay there? C’mon, baby, give me something to work with."

Least Likely

[xo-iceprince-xo]

[arxiwon]

Hi! May I request a yandere PSH fic? I just saw this on TikTok: 'Imagine Sunghoon as the craziest patient everyone calls a monster, whispering your name like a prayer.' (I luv dark romance :))) THANK YOUUU 🤍

Sanctuary of Sin | psh

(Yandere Sunghoon x Reader | Dark Romance | Smut | Psychological Obsession | Horror Elements)

The asylum had always felt like a cage.

Not just for the monsters locked inside—but for you.

Every time you stepped past the heavy iron doors, you felt it—the weight of a hundred staring eyes, the whispers slithering through the halls like ghosts. The patients were unpredictable, their minds shattered beyond repair. But none of them scared you.

None of them except him.

Park Sunghoon.

Patient 207.

The one the nurses refused to speak about, the one even the doctors feared.

"Stay away from him," they warned. "He’s not like the others. He’s… something else."

But no matter how much they tried to keep you from him—he always found a way to pull you in.

Because every time you walked past his cell, you heard it.

Your name.

"Y/N… Y/N… Y/N…”

Whispered like a prayer, over and over again, lips curling around every syllable with a fevered devotion that sent ice crawling down your spine.

You should have ignored it. Should have kept walking.

But that night… you didn’t.

That night, something inside you snapped.

You stopped.

And that was your first mistake.

The second was looking into his eyes.

They were waiting for you in the darkness, pale silver, gleaming beneath the dim, flickering light of his cell. He was seated on the floor, hands in his lap, bound in metal restraints. He was supposed to be harmless, yet the way he watched you made your blood turn thick and heavy in your veins.

His lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile.

"You're finally looking at me."

His voice was hoarse, rough—like he had been whispering your name for hours. Maybe days. Maybe longer.

"You know me?" you whispered, throat suddenly dry.

A slow exhale left his lips. His head tilted, pure delight flickering across his face, strands of silver hair falling over his forehead.

"Know you?" A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Sweetheart… I breathe you. I dream you. I bleed you."

Your breath hitched.

Then—he lifted his hands.

Your name was carved into his flesh.

Deep, jagged letters ripped into his own skin, fresh blood trailing down his wrists.

You stumbled back.

"Wh—what the hell—"

"Shhh…" His voice was soothing, almost sweet. "You don’t have to be afraid. This… This was meant to happen."

Your heart slammed against your ribs. "You're insane."

His smile widened.

"And yet, you’re still here."

The air shifted.

A loud BEEP.

Then—darkness.

The power shut down.

The iron restraints around his wrists clicked open.

And then—he moved.

Before you could even scream, he was on you.

A blur of motion, cold fingers wrapping around your throat, pinning you against the wall. The breath was knocked out of you, the sheer force of his body pressing flush against yours.

Your legs trembled. He was strong. Too strong.

But what made your blood run cold—was the look in his eyes.

"Finally," he whispered, thumb caressing your pulse. "You’re mine."

Your breath hitched as his lips brushed against your jaw, his nose dragging painfully slow over your skin.

"Sunghoon—"

"Shhh…" His grip tightened, forcing your head back, exposing the vulnerable curve of your neck. His mouth hovered just above your pulse. His breath was cold, but the way his lips parted—hungry, desperate—sent fire licking through your veins.

"You smell so sweet," he murmured. "So warm. So… delicate."

A slow drag of his tongue over your pulse.

A low, satisfied groan against your skin.

You should have fought him off—but your body betrayed you.

Heat coiled deep in your stomach, your thighs clenching on their own as his fingers traced down your sides, slow and deliberate.

"Are you wet for me, sweetheart?" His voice was nothing but sin.

You choked on a gasp. "You’re insane."

His fingers dipped lower. Slid between your thighs.

And then—pressed against your core.

Through the thin fabric of your pants, he felt it.

The dampness. The heat.

His lips curled.

"You are."

Your whole body burned.

With shame. With fear.

With something else.

"You want me," he whispered, dragging slow circles over your clit, just enough to make you tremble. "Even if you’re too afraid to say it."

Your hands gripped his wrists, trying to push him away—but he was relentless. His fingers slipped past the waistband of your pants, dipping beneath your panties, and—

"Fuck—"

A satisfied chuckle against your throat.

"So warm," he murmured, sliding a finger through your slick folds. "So fucking wet."

His finger pushed inside, slow, teasing, curling against that sweet, aching spot.

Your whole body arched.

He felt it. Heard the tiny, broken gasp that escaped your lips.

And his eyes darkened.

"You’re squeezing me so tight, sweetheart," he groaned, pumping his finger deeper, pressing right against that spot that made you whimper. "You like this, don’t you?"

His thumb rubbed slow, lazy circles over your clit, building the heat, driving you insane.

"I could make you come just like this," he whispered, licking against your ear. "So messy. So desperate."

Your thighs trembled around his hand, your body betraying you.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he purred. "Let me hear you."

And then—he bit down.

His teeth sank into your neck, the sharp pain colliding with the pleasure—

And you snapped.

The orgasm tore through you, waves of heat crashing over you as you shuddered in his grip. Your breath hitched, a broken moan spilling from your lips as he licked over the fresh bite, soothing the wound with his tongue.

His chest rose and fell, breath ragged, his cock pressing against your stomach, aching for more.

"I told you, sweetheart."

His fingers lifted, coated in your release.

"You belong to me."

The air was thick—dense with the scent of sweat, metal, and something primal.

Your body was still trembling from your orgasm, your breath coming in ragged, broken gasps as you sagged against the wall.

But Sunghoon wasn’t finished with you.

Not even close.

He was still pressed against you, his chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths. His silver eyes were blown wide with hunger, his lips parted—slick with your taste and your blood from where he had bitten you.

But it wasn’t enough.

It would never be enough.

"Look at you." His voice was low, taunting, thick with dark amusement. "Already falling apart, and I haven’t even fucked you yet."

His hands tightened around your hips, his fingers digging into your skin brutally, leaving marks—evidence of his claim.

Your thighs clenched instinctively, trying to press together—trying to gain control over the heat still burning between your legs.

But Sunghoon saw.

And he smirked.

"No, no, sweetheart," he murmured, forcing your legs apart with his knee. "Don’t hide from me. Not when I already know how fucking wet you are."

Your breath hitched as his fingers ghosted over your inner thighs, teasing, taunting, not nearly enough.

You hated him.

You hated him for making your body react like this. For making you ache for his touch.

"Tell me you want me." His voice was smooth, intoxicating, but underneath it was something sharp, something dangerous. "Say it, or I won’t give you what you need."

You clenched your jaw, refusing.

But then—he pressed against your clit again.

Your body jerked, a choked gasp escaping your lips as he rolled slow, lazy circles over your sensitive bud.

His smirk widened.

"Stubborn little thing."

He suddenly ripped your pants down your legs, the cold air hitting your soaking folds, making you shudder.

And then—he dropped to his knees.

You barely had time to react before his tongue was on you.

A sharp cry tore from your throat, your hands flying to his hair, trying to push him away—but he didn’t budge.

His hands were iron around your thighs, locking you in place as his tongue dragged through your slick folds, slow and torturous.

"Fuck—" you gasped, back arching against the wall.

Sunghoon groaned, the sound vibrating straight through your core.

"Taste so fucking good," he murmured against you, voice wrecked. "Better than I ever imagined."

His tongue flicked over your clit, sharp and relentless, his lips sucking, his teeth scraping just enough to make you cry out.

You were losing it.

Your fingers clenched in his hair, tugging, but instead of pulling away—he moaned against you, the vibration sending another wave of heat rolling through your body.

"Go on," he purred, licking up your slick before plunging his tongue inside you, "Use me."

You were already so close again, your thighs shaking, your breaths coming in sharp, shattered gasps.

"Sunghoon—"

"Mmm, say my name just like that when you come, sweetheart," he rasped, voice hoarse. "Let me hear you."

His tongue pressed deeper, curling inside you—

And then—you snapped.

The orgasm crashed over you, your body trembling as your moans echoed through the empty halls.

Sunghoon groaned, lapping up every drop, his fingers bruising into your thighs as he held you in place, drinking in every shake, every whimper, every breathless cry.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were glistening, his eyes wild.

"So pretty when you fall apart for me," he murmured, standing up, towering over you. "But I’m not done with you yet."

His hands grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he kicked your legs apart.

Your breath hitched. His cock was pressing against your entrance, thick and aching, the heat of it making your head spin.

"You want me to be gentle?" His voice was soft, teasing—mocking. "You think I’m going to take my time with you, make love to you?"

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

"No, sweetheart."

His lips brushed against your ear, his next words sending a shiver down your spine.

"I’m going to ruin you."

Then—he thrust inside you.

A strangled gasp tore from your lips, your walls stretching to accommodate him, the brutal, unrelenting stretch sending white-hot pleasure crashing through your veins.

"Fuck—" Sunghoon groaned, his grip tightening on your wrists. "You’re so fucking tight, baby."

He pulled out almost completely—

Then slammed back in.

Your head threw back, a guttural moan escaping your lips as he set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours with raw, unhinged hunger.

"You were made for me," he growled, his lips biting into your neck. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, taking me so fucking deep."

Your nails dug into his back, your legs wrapping around his waist as he drove into you, the friction so intense it had you seeing stars.

"More—" you gasped, barely able to breathe. "Sunghoon, please—"

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"Begging for me already?" He snapped his hips forward, hitting so deep you screamed. "That’s right, sweetheart. You belong to me. Only me."

His fingers found your clit again, rubbing tight, relentless circles, dragging you closer, closer, closer—

"Come for me," he ordered, voice dangerous. "Now."

And you did.

Your orgasm hit like a freight train, your whole body arching, shaking, your walls clenching so tight around him that he cursed, hips stuttering—

Then, with a deep, wrecked groan, he spilled inside you, his warmth filling you to the brim.

He didn’t move for a long moment, his breath ragged, his lips pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw.

"Mine," he whispered again, soft, but firm. "You’ll never leave me, right, sweetheart?"

You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t even think.

But Sunghoon just smiled.

Because he already knew the truth.

You were his.

And you always would be.

[secret-moonstruck]

How you see me? | k. sn

— Pairing: sunoo x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: Y/N and Sunoo were just friends, even though she liked him, she never had hope because her friend was gay…what chance would she have.

— Genre: smut

— Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, praising, cum inside, making out, clit play, begging, hickeys, cum eating, overstimulation.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

When his friends told Sunoo to take a drunk Y/N to the shower, he tensed up, he should have said no, but what was he going to say? So he just did as he was told.

- No, it's cold, stop. - Y/N's voice was tearful as the cold water began to fall on her.

Sunoo's hands continued to hold Y/N as she tried to get out of the shower, but she could barely stand, but it was difficult for him to keep her there, the cold water falling not only on her, but on him as well, which made him feel a little sorry for her, it was really very cold, but she needed to be at least a little sober.

Y/N was too dizzy, her legs had no strength, her body fell onto Sunoo's, he froze, too close, she was too close, he could feel the heat of her body against his and it made him nervous, he's been like this for weeks, he can barely look at her, but why is he feeling like this? It's not normal, he's never felt this way about any girl.

- Warm... - Y/N whispered as she hugged him, she inhaled his scent, settling more and more against his body. - You smell so good.

Sunoo managed to come to his senses, so he pushed her away a little, her eyes closed, her face flushed, he couldn't help but look down, her clothes stuck to her body marking every curve, he felt more and more confused.

- It's sticking. - Y/N complained about her clothes that were glued to her body. - Who bathes with their clothes on?

Sunoo's panic increased when Y/N let go of him, only to start taking off her clothes, he was supposed to stop her but he couldn't, he just stood there, petrified as he watched her undress. He felt so wrong in leaving, but it was too tempting, he couldn't help it, just as he couldn't help what he was feeling, seeing her there half naked in front of him was making him excited, that's when he came to his senses, she was drunk, she didn't know what she was doing. Then he stopped her, his hands firmly holding her wrists.

Y/N's eyes opened, a smile appearing on her flushed face, little by little she wasn't so unconscious anymore, which was worse. 

- Instead of my wrists because it doesn't squeeze my neck. - That was clearly the alcohol an intrusive thought leaving Y/N's lips. 

The grip on his wrists lessened, Sunoo tried to understand if he had heard right, no, his mind could only be playing a trick on him, Y/N wouldn't say that so suddenly, not to him.

But it was clear he heard her right as she approached, her breathing heavy as her eyes were fixed on his, their lips almost touching, so close, so tempting… but he left her there, alone, she jumped in fright when the door slammed just as he ran out of the bathroom.

When Y/N woke up she didn't need to open her eyes to know that she was in Sunoo's bed, she knew his smell very well, she snuggled closer against her pillow, while smelling the scent of the covers, she wanted it to be him there. From the day she met him she liked him, she soon realized that he was ridiculous and useless, she would never have any chance with him. If he only liked girls, maybe then she would have a small chance.

Sunoo was in the room and finally he had managed to sleep, after spending the night trying to understand his mind, trying to control his thoughts. No girl so far had left him like this, he was too confused about Y/N.

At first he tried to convince himself that it was normal. He to feel jealous when one of her friends was too close to her? Normal, she was your friend so it was normal to be jealous of your friends, right? Miss spending comfortable time while watching together snuggled up against each other? Normal, then again she was your friend so why would it be weird? There were so many things about her that he used this excuse for, but starting to have hot dreams about her no longer seemed so normal, much less that he liked it. And it was even less normal when he woke up and found himself thinking about what it would be like to kiss her, what it would be like to touch her, what she would taste like, what it would be like to have her body writhing beneath his? What would it be like to hear her moaning his name? 

These thoughts had been tormenting him for weeks, and last night, that situation in the bathroom, that was his limit. He knew what he felt, he knew what he wanted, he knew what he needed. Y/N, just Y/N. What he felt about her, he never felt about anyone. And he needed to deal with this situation.

The day went by normally, at least in the eyes of others.

Y/N didn't seem to remember the bathroom scene, and the others had no idea what had happened, but for Sunoo the day was hell.

He couldn't take his eyes off Y/N, the anger when she was being too friendly with others, how she laughed while they played video games together. He couldn't get closer to her, at the same time his eyes remained on her all day, he couldn't get close, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control his body, his hands.

When night fell, Y/N was going to sleep in Sunoo's room again, but she felt bad about letting him sleep in the living room.

- Please Sunoo, I'll feel guilty if you sleep there again. What's wrong? Come, sleep comfortably in your bed.

He hesitated for a moment, but he wanted to know if she was teasing him or really didn't remember what happened in the bathroom.

They were watching, Sunoo had to cover herself, it was difficult to control her thoughts while Y/N was only wearing the shirt he lent her to sleep in.

She should have put something underneath too, but she didn't. He didn't know if he thought she was naive in not seeing the harm in being like that in front of him, if he thought she was belittling him as a man, or if she was doing it on purpose.

- About yesterday... - He started to ask, he needed to know. - Do you remember anything?

- Hmm, just being in the restaurant drinking afterwards I don't remember anything else.

- And why did you drink so much? 

He was a little disappointed that she didn't remember, he was worth so little to her that she didn't even remember trying to kiss him? Of trying to get naked in front of you? Damn... how could she ask him to choke her? He tried so hard to avoid thinking about it, but now the thought was there again.

- Oh, that? Sorry, I was just angry, a guy indirectly rejected me, but that doesn't even really bother me, no guy ever likes me anyway.

He hated how she said things like that, belittling herself. But he ended up smiling without realizing it, happy that the guy rejected her, he felt relieved.

- I like. - He whispered without thinking but without regret.

- Thank you, but I'm not talking about that, I mean it in the sense of a MAN like you know.

His blood boiled at that moment, he hated how she highlighted the word man, did she really not see him as a man?

- That's exactly what I'm talking about Y/N, I AM a man, and I like you.

- Sunoo, I don't... -She was confused by his answer. - There's no way you...

- How do you know? You can't decide for me whether I like you or whether I desire you. - He was clearly angry.

To like? To wish? She couldn't be hearing right.

- But Sunoo, how? I mean, you're GAY. - Y/N laughed nervously, trying to hide her confusion, maybe he was joking or just trying to cheer her up?

Hearing her say that angered him. He never had a problem with it, but why did it come out of her mouth so offensive?

He doesn't know what happened to him, anger took over his body, when he realized it was over Y/N, his hands holding her against the bed, her eyes wide, looking at him in surprise. But there was something more, it wasn't just surprise, she liked it, he could see how her eyes were shining, she was happy, she seemed satisfied as if she had been waiting for this, as if she had wanted this for a long time, to be under his body.

- Are you sure of what you said? - He whispered, pressing her closer to the bed. - You didn't seem to think that way yesterday in the bathroom, when you tried to kiss me, when you asked me to choke you.

- What did I do? - Y/N was surprised she thought she had dreamed it. - I'm sorry...

- You must really apologize, how can you say these things, if you couldn't even stay awake properly? Leave me like that? Having to end this alone, again?

- Again? - The glow that covered Y/'s eyesThey weren't visible. - Do you think of me like that?

Y/N felt Sunoo's grip on her arms relax a little, then she stood up, her hands pressed against his chest pushing him gently.

- Do you feel like thinking about me? - Y/N asked softly, with a smug smile. - Show me, I want to see.

- What? No. - Sunoo's cheeks turned red. Y/N smiled, he looked confident just a few seconds ago and now he looked so sweet with his flushed face.

- Show me Sunoo, I want to see how much you like me. - Y/N continued pushing him as she crawled under him until he lay back against the soft pillows. She left a soft kiss on his lips, before taking off his shirt, running her fingers gently over his body making him tense, she walked away smiling.

- Come on Sunoo, touch yourself for me. - Y/N took off her own shirt, exposing her body to him.

It was the second time he saw Y/N half naked, and this time he didn't need to run away.

He took off the rest of his clothes, and blushed even more when he noticed Y/N's gaze on his erection, it was strange doing this in front of her, but at the same time...it felt good.

He took his member, his fingers running over the tip spreading the precum before starting to pump, he noticed how Y/N's breathing became heavier, how she seemed restless as she watched him, at the same time he felt embarrassed, he liked her reaction, he wanted to tease her.

- Y/N…Noona. - He moaned slyly, his hand moving slowly, but it was tortuous for himself, his movements accelerated, his breathing becoming irregular. - Please noona, help me.

Sunoo was very close, his movements faster, Y/N couldn't stop looking at how he looked so beautiful, desperate, his face flushed, how he looked so tearful calling for her.

She moved closer, replacing his hand with hers, when she touched him he trembled under her touch. Her name coming out in whispers from his mouth, he couldn't take it anymore, soon ropes of cum covered his abdomen and her hands as he came, his eyes closed enjoying the moment, when he opened them he saw Y/N licking his hand, he swallowed hard at the scene in front of him.

- Damn Y/N... - He cursed when she bent over, her tongue passing over his abdomen, cleaning it before he felt her mouth around his cock, cleaning up the drops. 

- You look so cute like that. - She said as she got up, dragging herself to sit on his lap, while touching his red face.

Y/N saw the change in expression on his face. How could she call him cute in a situation like that? He became angry, his eyes narrowed, a wicked smile on his face.

- Is the sweet little fox going wild? - She joked, but soon a small scream left her lips, when it suddenly penetrated her.

- Do you still think I'm sweet and cute with my dick buried inside you? - The tone of his voice was as threatening as his gaze, this was definitely a side of him that she never thought existed.

Sunoo turned her on the bed, getting on top of her, his hand holding her waist while the other raised her thigh, pulling her more and more towards him, while his hips moved quickly against hers, the thrusts rhythmic eliciting moans from her lips.

She gasped in surprise when she felt his fingers around her neck.

- You like that, don't you? You asked yesterday, how many times did you imagine me choking you while fucking you?

His smile was almost devilish as he pressed into her neck, his movements becoming faster and faster. He felt her tightening around him every time he applied pressure to his fingers, suffocating her a little. It didn't take long for him to fill her with cum inside her, as his name came out as a whisper, he continued the movements until he made her come around him.

When he withdrew from inside her, he lowered himself between her thighs, his tongue passing gently over her sensitive hole cleaning her, while Y/N trembled feeling his hot tongue, she was sensitive and it was torturous, he moaned as he devoured her, she was tearful as his mouth tortured her, her hands clinging to his hair when she came again, he smiled, as she came violently shaking.

The room was silent the next morning when Jake opened the door.

- You're not coming for coffee... - Jake froze at the sight before him. - You two? No.

Y/N and Sunoo could hear Jake running around gossiping to the others.

- They will tease me so much about this. - Sunoo complained, cuddling up to you like a cute puppy.

- Well, I don't care about leaving here anytime soon.

- Me either. - He stood up a little just so he could kiss her. 

[deer-hunter]

HEESEUNG: daydream & no doubt (d awards)

(video by intersectionhs)

[iceprince-psh]

Jungwon intro for the XO performance changed the trajectory of my life, the instrumental, the background everything's beautiful oh no I'm falling in love! 🩷