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Request for Anon (sub!Younghoon x f!reader) 12.4k, heartbreak, tears, abuse, manipulation, smut, fingering, penetration, handjob, pet names, mommy kink, choking, suffocation, yandere

“Hello, welcome to…”

Younghoon trailed off when he saw you, mesmerized by your beauty. Thankfully you didn’t notice his awkwardness, merely scanning the menu above his head.

“I’m kinda in the mood for something sweet, what would you recommend?”

“Sweet… I have the perfect thing.”

�� Younghoon somehow managed to swallow his nerves, preparing a special drink for you. He put all his efforts into it, presenting you with a very pretty pink drink in the end. His anxiety came back as you took a sip, hoping he didn’t upset you. Instead a big smile appeared on your face along with a look of amazement.

“Wow, this is so good. What is it?”

“Well… it’s not on the menu… it’s custom made…”

“Ah, well thank you very much for sharing it with me…” You looked at his name tag. “Younghoon. Have a good day.”

“You too.”

Younghoon couldn’t hide his smile. He had never made that drink before for anyone, only for himself, and he was glad it was received well. Thanks to that interaction he had a smile on his face for the rest of the day.

❤

“Excuse me, is Younghoon here?”

“Huh? He doesn’t work today, he has class.”

“Oh…”

“Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m good, thank you.”

“He’s in tomorrow for the mid shift, if you’re looking for him that is.”

“I see. Thanks, have a good day.”

“You too.”

❤

Younghoon sulked into work, exhausted from staying up last night, but also just tired in general. As he got settled in he was suddenly grabbed by a coworker. An arm was wrapped down and he was bent over, someone giving him a noogie.

“Ya! Ya! Let go!”

“Your girlfriend came to see you yesterday.”

“My what!”

“Chanhee, don’t be ridiculous, he doesn’t have one.” Hyunjae stated. “If anything she came to complain about him, but she wanted him here for the scolding.”

“What are you talking about? And can you let me go!”

Chanhee released him, letting him get up. Younghoon rubbed his neck, annoyed but most of all confused.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“We know.”

“So what are you talking about?”

“Some girl came in yesterday asking about you.” Hyunjae explained. “Didn’t order anything, but I did tell her you’d be here today.”

“Why!”

“Cause I wanna see what happens. So, who is she?”

“How would I know? I don’t even know who you’re talking about!”

“Well, she should come by soon, so I guess we’ll see.”

Now Younghoon was nervous for whatever it was that would happen. Every time the bell rang as the door opened he looked up, seeing who had entered. No one really looked familiar to him, but maybe he was just nervous. Anyone could just walk up and complain about him. He ran through many interactions in his head, trying to figure out what he did wrong, but in the moment everything in his mind was a problem. He probably wasn’t gonna make it through the shift with this level of anxiety.

“Younghoon?”

“Huh?”

Younghoon was so lost in his head he didn’t realize the bell ring, that is until he heard his name. He looked up and his eyes met yours, seeing the bright smile on your face.

“Hi…”

“Hey, I was hoping to see you again.”

“You were?”

“Yeah, where else can I get the sweetest pink drink?” You laughed. “I hope it’s no bother to ask for it again. I really liked it.”

“Oh… it’s no bother at all.” Younghoon smiled. “I’ll get right on it.”

In an instant the fear and anxieties washed away. He was happy to see you again, and more than happy to make his custom drink for you. As he prepared it he started to wonder if you were the person Hyunjae had mentioned before, and there was only one way to find out. When he finished he handed over your drink.

“Thank you.”

“Can I… can I ask you something?”

“Uh, yeah, what’s up?”

“Did… did you come by yesterday? Asking for me?”

“Oh, yeah, I wanted the Younghoon special, but you weren’t here, so I came today.”

“Ah, I see. My drink is that good, huh?”

“Pretty much. It can really pick up my mood, besides it’s like my little secret. I mean, you don’t make it for anyone else, do you?”

“No, no, it’s just for you.”

“Makes it all the better.”

“I’m glad my drink can bring you lots of joy.”

“It’s great. Thanks again, I’ll see you around.”

Younghoon watched as you left with a little skip in your step. Although soon after he was in a headlock again. Chanhee laughing.

“So you do have a girlfriend!”

“She’s just a customer! I don’t even know her name.”

“But she came all the way here just to see you.”

“She just wanted a sweet drink.”

“Wait, you gave her your pink concoction?”

“She wanted something sweet…”

“I had no idea you had the guts to make such moves.”

“I’m not flirting with her!”

“Everything I heard begs to differ.”

“Shut up!”

“Let him go already.” Hyunjae said. “He’s still on the clock. We all are.”

Younghoon couldn’t drop the smile for the rest of his shift, making himself his custom drink to enjoy on the way home. He didn’t really think there was any flirting going on with either party. He was just happy he could make someone else happy. It was just a bonus that you were so pretty. On days that dragged at work, or whenever he was down, he’d remember you, your smile, your voice, your everything. It never failed to pick up his mood, even if for a little bit. He looked forward to the day you’d meet again, but he had no idea what was to come.

❤

Younghoon stood at the counter, wiping it down for the fifth time, bored from the lack of customers. The place was empty, and quiet, except for the low hum of the machines and the soft music playing over the speakers. At least he’d be closing soon, but when he heard the door open he perked up with a smile on his face, although it quickly faltered when he saw you. The clothes you were wearing, they were way too nice for a casual night, and he could see your eyes were a bit puffy. Still you put on a smile, relieved to see him.

“Hi…”

“Your… your usual?”

“Please.”

“Of course.”

Younghoon got to making the drink, occasionally glancing back at you. He could hear your quiet sobs, clearly trying to not break down. He felt bad, he was worried as to what could have happened to upset. When he finished he held out the drink, but he didn’t let go.

“Are you… alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Your eyes are red and-”

You broke down there, letting go of the drink and squatting down. Younghoon quickly put the drink down and rushed over to lock the door, switching the sign to close and lowering the blinds. He didn’t want anyone seeing you like that, he was sure you wouldn’t either. He slowly approached you, getting down on his knees.

“Hey… are you-”

Younghoon was surprised when you hugged him, crying into his shoulder. He didn’t move at first, eventually reaching up to hug you back, gently patting your back. He wasn’t sure for how long you cried, or how long he held you, but he didn’t mind. He just hoped everything would be okay. As you finally began to calm down you pulled away, wiping away the last of your tears. You sat down, leaning against the counter, a small chuckle escaping your lips.

“I’m sorry for…”

“Don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong.”

“You closed up the cafe cause of me.”

“It was dead anyway…” Younghoon explained, sitting next to you. “And it was also closing time soon.”

“Ah… lucky me… oh, my drink.”

You reached up to the counter to grab your drink, taking a little snip and smiling.

“I should make you a fresh one.”

“Oh, no, you don’t-”

“It’ll be quick.”

Younghoon quickly got up and behind the counter, remaking your drink. He rushed back over when he was done, holding it out to you with a smile. You were a bit reluctant but took the fresh drink anyway, Younghoon taking the other and sitting back down.

“Thank you… for… this…”

“No problem… so… are you… okay?”

“I feel better… if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“What happened? I mean if you… wanna talk about… it…”

You sighed. “It’s not much… just got dumped…”

Younghoon listened as you went over the night. The dinner date that you had with your boyfriend of five months. He had shown up, but instead of taking a seat he told you things were over, loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear. You were in shock, thinking you were just hearing things, but when he walked away you knew. You chased after him, asking for a reason, all he told you was that there was someone else. The tears started flowing then, but you didn’t want to be seen. You got into a taxi, not wanting to go home, and the only place you could think of was here, the cafe Younghoon worked at.

“He’s an idiot.” You chuckled. “I’m serious. He left such an amazing girl like you. The dumbest move anyone can make.”

“You barely even know me.”

“You’re a good person from what I can tell.”

“Thanks… I should probably help you clean up.”

“What?”

“You still have to close up properly, and you’re staying late because of me.”

“It’s alright. I’ll just say I lost track of time.”

“I should help you.”

“I don’t want you to ruin your clothes, besides, you’ve already had a hard time.”

“Yeah…”

“Let me call you a cab.”

“No… I don’t wanna go home yet… and I don’t wanna leave you alone either…”

“Ah, well…”

“Can I just stay here… until you leave…”

“Sure. I don’t mind the company.”

“Thank you.”

Younghoon set down the drink on the counter, letting you sit in one of the booths while he wiped down all the tables. When he needed to clean the back he left the door open so you could see him, saving the machines at the counter for last. He noticed you were dozing off, finding you cute. He almost didn’t want to wake you, but you both needed to get home. He gently shook you.

“Hey… I’m done.”

“Hm… oh, okay.”

The two of you walked out together, Younghoon grabbing what was pretty much his drink now, and he locked up for the night. He walked with you to the bigger streets so he could get you a cab.

“Younghoon.”

“Hm?”

“Can I have your number?”

“What?”

“I don’t wanna ask your coworkers for your schedule, and maybe… we could hang out sometime.”

“Oh, okay.”

You exchanged numbers, and that’s when Younghoon finally got your name, y/n. You texted each other a quick message to make sure the numbers were right. He then hailed you a cab, opening the door for you.

“Get home safe.”

“You too… and thanks… for tonight.”

“No problem, good night.”

“Night.”

Younghoon saw you off, staring until you were out of sight. Without thinking he took a sip of the drink in hand, tasting a bit of salty with the sweet. It was the one you had been drinking out of before, and he didn’t want to just throw it away. He didn’t really mean to drink it, but the taste was unlike anything he had before. Most of all it was you. His lips had touched something that yours had, and it made him smile, although he felt a bit embarrassed too.

He made his way to the bus stop with a skip in his step, for once the commute home was not a drag. He’d take a few more sips along the way, kinda wishing this drink would never end, but he couldn’t keep it. Although he could keep the cup. It was probably stupid to wash it considering it was meant to be recycled, but he wanted to keep it as a souvenir of that night. The night he got a pretty girls number, the night he kinda had a first kiss. Even if he was exhausted and home much later than usual he didn’t mind. Laying in bed with a smile on his face. He’d have nothing but good dreams this time.

❤

Younghoon stared at your number, had been since you gave it to him. He hadn’t heard anything from you since that night, and he didn’t think it was a good idea to message you first. Although he was getting desperate enough that he might, but he didn’t want to bother you either. So he was stuck just staring at his phone, wondering if he should make the first move or not. Although apparently staring at his phone long enough would finally manifest a message.

'Hey, wanna grab lunch?'

Younghoon’s eyes went wide and he screeched gleefully, so glad to finally hear from you. Although his joy was quickly cut down.

“Younghoon.”

“Ah… yes professor?”

“If you’re going to get distracted, try not to interrupt the rest of the class.”

“Sorry…”

He lowered his head, but his smile returned as he stared at your message. It wasn’t a simple greeting, but an invitation, and that made it all the better.

'Sure. When?'

'Whenever you’re free?'

Younghoon had never gone out to lunch with someone, so he was certainly nervous. You had set a date and a place to meet up. He did his best to dress well, digging through his closet for anything decent. He even showed up early, trying not to let his nerves get the best of him.

“How long have you been here?”

“Not… not long…”

“Good. I was afraid I was keeping you waiting. Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Huh? We’re here.”

“What?”

You gave him a smile and took his hand, dragging him into the restaurant he had been standing outside of. He was at a loss for words, fumbling his steps but somehow still managing to follow. You have your name to the hostess, who confirmed your reservation and led you to a table. You sat across from each other, and now that Younghoon was seated he started looking around, feeling out of place.

“Are you okay?”

“You… you sure I should… be here?”

“Why not?”

“I don’t… belong here…”

“Says who?”

“…”

“Ah… sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable… I wanted to treat you to something nice after what you did for me…”

“What I did?”

“That night at the cafe… you gave me a shoulder to cry on and… I owe you for everything that night…”

“Oh… but you don’t need to do this much for me.”

“We can go somewhere else if you want. I really should have gone over this with you.” You stood. “I just thought it’d be a good surprise and-”

“No!” Younghoon grabbed your hand. “We can stay, you picked this spot after all.”

He quickly let go when he realized what he was doing, giving you a nervous smile. You slowly sat back down.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I guess I just feel under dressed.”

“You look way better than some of the people I’ve seen come here, trust me.”

“Is this one of your favorite spots?”

“Yup, the food is amazing. And today is on me, it’s a gift, so don’t worry about the prices.”

“I’ll try not to.”

“Good.”

A waiter came over, pouring you each a glass of water and handing you some menus. You both ordered a drink, needing some time to figure out what to eat. Younghoon tried not to freak out over the prices, telling himself this was a once in a lifetime experience. He should enjoy it, that is what you wanted too. After ordering you two got to talking.

“So, you’re in school?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you studying?”

“Nothing really, not sure about the path I wanna take.”

“What year are you in?”

“First, so I do have time.”

“Oh, I’m on my second.”

“So you’re older than me.”

“Yup.”

“Sorry, I’ve been talking casually and-”

“It’s okay. Not like we established anything before today. We saw each other sporadically.”

“True, but… could I call you Noona? I’ve never had anyone to… you know…”

You chuckled. “Sure, I don’t mind.”

Once the food arrived the conversation slowed down a bit. You enjoyed watching Younghoon eat, he was really enjoying the food, and you made sure to tell him he could order as much as he wanted, but to also save room for dessert. After all the food you both lounged around, talking and letting everything settle down. Once you were both ready to leave you made your way out. Younghoon tried to take a peek at the bill but you refused him, not wanting him to worry about it one bit. Although as you got to the front you realized it was pouring outside.

“Oh wow, I didn’t think it would rain.” You commented. “Let me get someone to help us get a cab.”

“It’s okay, the bus stop isn’t that-”

“I’m not letting you get soaked. Come on, we can share a cab.”

You went off to find some help before Younghoon could object. He thought about leaving, but as he dared to step towards the door a loud crack of thunder startled him. It was best to just wait. You came back a while later, having one of the staff with an umbrella escort you both out to the streets. Younghoon was amazed by the accommodations this place had, but given the food and everything, somewhat expected. A cab was hailed and you moved into it, but Younghoon was hesitant.

“I could just-”

“Don’t start.”

You reached out to grab Younghoon and yanked him into the cab. You handed the staff member some money for his help and then the two of you were on your way. You had Younghoon give the cab driver his address so he could be dropped off first, you didn’t really wanna go home just yet. As you stared out the window to enjoy the rain, Younghoon couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Even if it was quiet, the radio providing some music, you still had your arm hooked around his, holding him close. The trip wasn’t a long one, and when you came to a stop Younghoon thanked you for the meal, opening the door, but he didn’t step out.

“Younghoon?” You wondered. “Is everything okay?”

“Do you… do you wanna come over?”

“What?”

“No, wait, sorry, that’s stupid. It’s still pouring and I don’t have an umbrella and-”

“I wouldn’t mind.” You interrupted. “I could dry off at your place until the rain stops.”

“You… you sure?”

“I don’t really wanna go home anyway, and I’d love to see your place.”

“Okay.”

Younghoon couldn’t believe he had actually said that, and that you agreed. You paid the driver and the two of you got out into the rain. Younghoon took your hand and the two of you ran to his place, going up the stairs to his rooftop home. You were both giggling when you made it inside, definitely soaked.

“I should get you a towel.”

“Sure, sure, I’ll wait here so I don’t get your place so wet. You should change into some dry clothes as well.”

“Alright I’ll be quick.”

It wasn’t until Younghoon was drying up his hair that it all finally settled in. He had a girl at his place, he had you at his place, and the smile that appeared on his face quickly made his face turn red. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been this happy. He needed to be cool about this, not a nervous wreck. He took a few deep breaths and calmed himself before grabbing a towel and going out to meet you.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You smiled. “I’ll try not to get anything wet.”

“It’s alright. I don’t have much.”

“But it’s yours.”

You dried yourself off as best you could before stepping further into his place, looking around at everything. Younghoon was already trying to clean things up, seeming a bit nervous, which just made him all the more cute. You settled down on the floor near the window, staring out at the rain, letting the pitter patter of raindrops play a soothing melody for you. At one point Younghoon found himself staring at you, still in awe that you were here.

“Do you live alone?”

“Yeah. I moved out here for my studies, so I haven’t been here long.”

“It’s still impressive. I like it. It’s nice and cozy.”

“It’s a mess.”

“Who’s place isn’t a mess?”

“I bet yours isn’t.”

“Well… I don’t really have my own place, I live with my parents.”

“Oh, that must be nice.”

“I guess, although I wish I could have my own place.”

“So why haven’t you moved out? If you don’t mind me asking… I mean, sorry, that was probably rude to say…”

“No, you’re alright. My parents just want me to… they don’t think I’m ready to leave the house.”

“So, what’s the criteria for being ready?”

“I’m not entirely sure myself.”

“Well… you’re welcome to come over whenever you like.”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Can I get you a drink or something?”

“Do you have any juice?”

“Yeah.”

Younghoon wound up turning on the TV to fill a bit of the awkward silence, at least on his end, you were just enjoying the rain. You told him if there was anything he needed to do that it was okay, you were more of a quiet guest in his home today. He had a few assignments to work on so he did that. You scooted over to take a peek, seeing what he was working on. You made some light conversation, losing track of time, not even noticing when the rain stopped. You stayed late, only realizing the time when your phone chimed with a message from your brother.

“Oh shit, I have to get home.”

“I’ll walk you to a cab.”

The two of you headed out into the night, Younghoon making sure you avoided any puddles. When you got to the street he hailed you a cab, getting the door for you.

“Younghoon.”

“Hm?”

“Thanks for today. I really enjoyed it.”

“Me too. Get home safe, message me when you arrive.”

“I will. Good night.”

“Good night.”

He saw you off, a smile growing on his face. He definitely felt high as he made his way back to his place, collapsing on the couch. After a while he found himself staring over at the window, where you had been seated. He hoped to see you again soon.

❤

For the most part the two of you texted casually, life keeping you both busy, at least on his end with school, and work, and bills to pay. In fact he was dreading the next billing cycle. He was unfortunate enough to owe tuition and rent around the same time, so he always dreaded looking at his account that day. He laid in bed, staring at his phone for a while before finally grabbing it and checking his bank statement. His eyes went wide with fear and he quickly made a call, anxiously shaking.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Younghoon. I wanted to apologize, I don’t know how the payment didn’t-”

“Payment? The month has already been paid, the next few in fact. I know I’ve always been hard on you about paying on time but this was unexpected.”

“Wait… my rent is paid?”

“Yes. Don’t worry about it. I do have things to get to so if that’s all.”

The line went dead and Younghoon remained frozen in place. That didn’t make sense, but he didn’t have time to ponder on it, needing to make another, equally terrifying, phone call. Now he was pacing around his home, waiting for a response.

“Hello, you’ve reached-”

“I need to confirm my invoice for tuition.”

“Oh, of course, can I get your name and student ID number?”

Younghoon complied, anxiously waiting. He knew there was a late fee for tuition, and he was already trying to figure out how much that would leave him with if that was the case. Instead, he was told that his tuition had been paid in full, for the rest of the year actually. He was dumbfounded by the news, asking how this happened. There wasn’t much to tell besides the fact a woman had come into the finance office asking to pay the tuition of a friend. Not like the university was going to deny the money they were given.

“… wait…”

There was only one conclusion that came to mind, even if it did seem crazy. After the university he made another call, now extremely anxious about possibly making a fool out of himself.

“Hello?”

“Can we meet?”

“Uh… yeah I can make some time. Text me a time and place.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Younghoon took a deep breath, having not thought through his request at first. He quickly texted you a place to meet, suggesting a time that you agreed with. Now he had to get ready and figure out what he wanted to say. He had his ideas, but he could be completely wrong. Just like before he arrived early, trying to calm his nerves. He looked around for you, relieved to see you and waving, running over to approach you.

“Hey, what’s-”

“Did you pay off my tuition and rent?”

“I… I did…” You swallowed nervously. “I probably should-”

You were cut off as Younghoon hugged you tight. You didn’t move at first, but then you slowly hugged back, rubbing his back when you heard little sniffles.

“Are you… are you okay?”

“Why… why did you… how…”

“Ah… well, when I was at your place… I saw some bills on your table and thought… I still owe you for that night…”

“Y/n, paying off-”

“You work so hard, I thought I could help you focus on your studies…”

“I’ll pay you back.”

“No, no this is a gift.”

“Y/n-”

“You can just treat me to food sometime. I’ll consider that as payment.”

“Can I take you out right now?”

You laughed. “Sure, on one condition.”

“Anything.”

“We order take out and hang out at your place.”

“I can do that.”

“Awesome.”

You hooked your arm around Younghoon’s, already talking about food and what you were in the mood for. Younghoon recommended a place near his house, and it sounded good so you caught a cab. Once you had the food you two walked to his place. You were already talking about how good the food smelled and wondering what you should do while you ate. Younghoon recommended watching movies, perhaps something the other hasn’t seen yet. You liked the idea and were all the more excited for this little movie date.

You helped Younghoon get plates and utensils, the both of you settling down on opposite ends of the couch. You had picked the movie, something you said Younghoon had to see. The two of you enjoyed the movie, and the food, taking some time after to talk about it. It was still early in the day so you opted for another movie, this time something you hadn’t seen that Younghoon recommended. The two of you spent the rest of the day together, always finding another movie to watch, eventually dozing off from all the food and mindless TV.

❤

Younghoon groaned as he started waking up, snuggling against his pillow. He opened his eyes, seeing the TV still on, and realizing he was at a rather weird angle. He looked over and jumped up when he realized where he was resting his head.

“Hm… finally awake…” You giggled. “Did you sleep well?”

“I’m… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep… there…”

“Where?”

“You know…”

“You looked so comfy and happy on my chest.”

“I… I’m sorry…”

“It’s fine. I was asleep too and you kept me warm.”

“I still don’t… I’m sorry…”

“Stop apologizing. I didn’t mind anyway.” You yawned. “I should probably head home.”

“Home? It’s like 3 in the morning. At least stick around until sunrise.”

“Good point.”

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“A glass of water would be nice.”

“Got it.”

The two of you stayed up talking again until sunrise. You thanked him for the fun night, and he walked you out to the streets and saw you off. Now that Younghoon was alone he screamed at himself. He had no idea how he wound up falling asleep on top of you but this was certainly the most embarrassing moment of his life. More so by the fact he was quite comfortable and you didn’t scold him over it. You were probably just keeping your composure, and surely this was the end of any sort of friendship you had. Either way, he couldn’t bring himself to message you afterwards.

❤

“Oh, Younghoon!”

You had been going to the cafe Younghoon worked at when you noticed him out in the alley. He seemed surprised by your sudden presence, but happy to see you nonetheless. You rushed over to him although you quickly stopped when you realized the injuries on his face.

“What happened to you!”

You approached him and reached over to examine his wounds, although he tried to hide his face.

“I’m fine…”

“But your face… who did this to you?”

“No one, I just fell and scraped my face.”

“Like that?”

“I know… I can be very clumsy…”

“Come with me.”

“I’m at work.”

“Take your fifteen, we won’t be long.”

Younghoon couldn’t really say anything as you took his hand, leading him out of the alley. You merely went to a nearby store and bought some ointment, making sure to treat Younghoon’s wound. It stung a bit, but you apologized for it.

“Thanks…”

“You should be more careful.”

“I’ll try to be. So, what are you even doing here?”

“Came to visit you, and you know… get a drink.”

“Ah, just here for my talents.”

“For you too.”

“Too?”

“I’m sorry I’ve been busy with stuff lately. You must be too since we haven’t talked.”

“Ah… sorry about that, school…”

“Figured, you’ve got less things to worry about.”

“I still can’t believe you paid off my tuition for the year.”

“Just be happy about it and treat yourself more often.”

“And the rent?”

“I… I spend a lot of time at your place, so consider it me paying for my stay.”

“You planning on being there for months?”

“Well… your place is better than mine.”

“Is it? Your family is rich.”

“But yours feels like an actual home.”

“I see.”

“Anyway I should get you back to work, and get a little something.”

“Sure.”

“What do you even call your special drink?”

“Hm, I haven’t named it actually, you got any ideas?”

“Uh… it’s pink… it’s delicious… Pink Swirl?”

“Pink Swirl… I like it.”

“Then can I have one Pink Swirl please?”

“Sure, sure.”

You stuck around for a little bit, enjoying your drink and watching Younghoon. He did his best not to show how flustered he was, but he enjoyed your company. Things didn’t feel so awkward anymore, and things went back to the way they were. Unlike normal friends who went out into town to spend time together, you were more content at his place, playing games or watching TV or just talking for hours and hours. Younghoon loved every moment he spent with you, and he hoped it would never end.

❤

“I swear my brain is rotting from all this studying.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and agree with your friend, studying could really kill brain cells. You had just finished up your last class for the day, planning to go out to eat with friends when you noticed a familiar face. You excused yourself for a moment and rushed over.

“Younghoon! How did you find me?”

“Ah well…” Younghoon shyly showed you his phone. “When I had a chance I secretly downloaded this app on your phone… and mine… it lets you keep track of your friends, just in case… and… well I can only use it to surprise you once…”

“Trying to keep tabs on me huh?”

“I just wanted to surprise you, I swear.”

“A very cute surprise.”

“And I didn’t come empty handed.” Younghoon revealed what he had in his other hand. “For you.”

“Pink Swirl!”

You excitedly took the drink and had a sip, your mood immediately picking up. Younghoon laughed at how cute you were.

“Care to join me for lunch?”

“Sure, just give me a sec.”

You went over to your friends and told them they could head off without you, promising to hang out with them some other time. They had noticed Younghoon, giving you cheesy smiles and thumbs up. You had to hide your embarrassment and calm yourself down before going back over to Younghoon.

“So, what are we in the mood for?”

The two of you had lunch together and then went over to Younghoon’s place. It was like your home now, and you plotted on the couch with a big smile on your face.

“Long day, huh?”

“I told you classes are hell.”

“I know that.”

“Don’t you have homework?”

“Don’t you?”

“Shall we have a little study session then?”

“Sure. I got some snacks we can munch on.”

Even if you were studying different things, it was nice to have someone with you. The two of you helped each other where you could, eventually just lounging around with some snacks.

“Oh, that reminds me.” Younghoon said. “I have a present for you.”

“A present?”

“Yeah, wait here.”

You were quite curious as to what he could have gotten you. When he returned with a little box your mind instantly went to jewelry, which you hoped was wrong because he shouldn’t be spending his money like that on you.

“Open it.”

You smiled at him and opened up the box, a curious look appearing on your face. You pulled out a key from the box.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a… key to my place.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… you’re here a lot, since you like it, so I figured I’d give you a key so you can come by whenever you like.”

“So… does this mean we’re dating.”

“What?”

“Well… usually when you give someone a key to your place… you tend to give it to your partner…”

“I don’t mean for it to come off that way I just-”

You thought Younghoon was so cute trying to explain this gift, but you couldn’t help yourself. You got up and went over to him, kissing his cheek. Younghoon immediately froze, slowly looking over at you. He was burning red.

“Maybe I want you to be my boyfriend…”

“Re…really…”

“You don’t have to an-”

Younghoon pressed his lips against yours, kissing you for the first time, something he had been dying to do. He kept his eyes closed as he pulled away, slowly opening them to see your reaction. It had been so sudden, and now that he was thinking he was worried he was going too fast. Instead he saw a smile on your face, eyes still closed. He carefully reached over, caressing your cheek.

“You’ve never kissed a girl before, have you?”

“No… was it bad?”

“No, I just wanted to know if I was your first.”

You opened your eyes and took Younghoon’s hand in yours, feeling giddy. He definitely made you happy in a way you hadn’t been for a while now. You were glad he made the first move, sort of. You guys were already pretty close, so this just gave you all the more reason to see each other. More visits to his workplace, you even using that tracking app to surprise him once at school. He was very excited to see you that day. And of course with a key to his place, you had all the more reason to be there. Especially unannounced.

“Noona? What brings you here?”

“Uh…”

Younghoon had gotten home after an early shift, pretty tired, but he soon perked when he found you laid out on his couch. He set down his things and crawled on top of you, resting his head on your chest, getting a chuckle out of you as well as head pats.

“What’s wrong?”

“My brain is melting.”

“How come?”

“I took an exam this morning… I swear I lost brain cells.”

“But you’re really smart, and you studied a lot. I’m sure you passed.”

“I think so too, but you never know.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? Shall I order food?”

“No, I don’t have an appetite yet. But maybe there is something you can do…”

“What?”

You gently grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled his head up. He seemed confused, but he didn’t protest, wanting to see where this went.

“I have a few ideas in mind.”

As you sat up you pushed Younghoon back until you could press your lips against his. He eagerly kissed back, loving where things were going.

“Do you know what I mean?”

“Maybe… can you show me more?”

“If you behave.”

You shoved Younghoon back, your original positions reversed. You looked down at him with a smirk, taking your shirt off and unhooking your bra. Younghoon’s eyes were wide. The idea had crossed his mind, but he wasn’t entirely sure this is what you meant.

“Do you have a condom?”

“Uh… no… I could-”

“Ah, right, you’ve never been with someone before. That’s okay, I have some.”

“You do?”

“Little boys like you can be silly sometimes, so I’m always prepared.”

“I see.”

“I’ll be gentle, I can imagine it’s your first time.”

“Yeah…”

“You’re so cute.”

You grabbed a condom from your bag on the coffee table, playfully putting it in his mouth. He blushed, looking away for a second before somehow managing to maintain eye contact with you.

“Hold onto that for me. We’ll need it later.”

You slipped off your bra, your hands then going under Younghoon’s shirt to feel his chest. He squirmed from your cold touch, but he had to admit it felt nice, especially as your fingers played around with his nipples.

“You’re so sensitive, aren’t you? Never been touched before?”

Younghoon nodded, getting a kiss on the cheek from you in return. That’s when you began to grind your hips down on his crotch, feeling a little something poking up at you. He got shy again, turning away, which you just took as an invitation to pepper his neck with kisses. He wound up dropping the condom, a slight moan escaping your lips. You chuckled.

“Didn’t I tell you to hold onto that?”

“Sorry…”

“It’s okay, we’ll work on your behavior.”

You sat up, getting Younghoon out of his shirt, reaching down to unzip his pants. Although he did stop you, asking if this should be moved to the bedroom.

“Hm… I suppose you should be comfortable, come on.”

You grabbed the condom off the floor, putting it in his mouth again and taking his hand, leading him to the bedroom. You shoved him on the bed tugging down his pants, seeing the little tent in his briefs, gently rubbing it, seeing how Younghoon squirmed.

“You like that?” He nodded. “Good, cause there’s more to come.”

You pulled off his briefs, exposing him completely, taking in what you had to work with. Although you noticed Younghoon getting shy again. You took his head into your hands, having him face you.

“Don’t get shy, baby, you’re wonderful.”

You grabbed one of his hands and guided it over between your legs, having him rub you between your panties.

“See, I’m already wet because of you. Do you wanna feel more?”

You moved his hand away for a second as you took your panties off, letting him touch your bare cunt. His hand was a bit cold which made you shiver in a good way. You returned the favor by grabbing his length, pumping it gently while he just rested his hand against your core, clearly very new to all this.

“Baby…”

“Hm?”

“You’re supposed to do something.” You giggled over his distressed noise. “Just slide your fingers back and forth. Like this.”

You moved his hand as you said, letting him get into the motion. While he did that you had his other hand rest on your breast.

“Now squeeze.” You mewled. “Good boy.”

He stopped on occasion, getting distracted by his own pleasure. Before remembering you were supposed to feel good too. He could feel his own precum dribbling down his shaft and coating your hands. Once again the condom slipped from his mouth and he leaned forward to kiss at your neck, trailing down to your breast and sucking on it.

“Mommy…”

You immediately grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back. He looked dazed more than anything, but he did manage to look up at you and somewhat focus.

“Did you just call me mommy?”

Younghoon’s eyes went wide, his face burning once again. He quickly averted his gaze, but you tugged on his hair to make him look back at you.

“Don’t be shy… I kinda liked it… do you want mommy to make you feel good?” He nodded shyly. “I didn’t hear you baby?”

“I want… I want you…”

“Me?” You gripped his length a little harder. “Who am I?”

“… mommy…”

“That’s right. And what does my little boy want from mommy?”

“… want… want to feel good…”

“What’s the magic word?”

“… please… mommy…”

“Good boy.” You leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “Tell me if you ever want to stop, okay?”

“… okay…”

“Now, where were we? Ah, right, my little boy was trying to get some milk.”

You guided Younghoon back over to your chest, letting him continue where he left off. You took his hand away from your core, pushing him down on the bed while he kept his lips on your breast. For a virgin he certainly had natural talents with his tongue. You climbed on top of him, making sure you could still rub at his length with your core, letting your juices mix together, but you didn’t want him cumming just yet. You pulled his hands above his head, keeping them there as you pulled away, seeing him struggle to try and reach your breast again, whining.

“Easy baby, I want you to be comfortable, besides, someone needs to get ready for the main show. Do you need help?”

Younghoon nodded, still whining. You released his hands, quickly putting a hand on his chest when he tried to sit up. You shook your head and told him to behave, getting the condom. If he didn’t have any, and hasn’t been with someone before, you were sure he didn’t even know how to put one on.

“Some other time mommy will show you how to put this on properly.”

You had him properly lay back on the bed, placing a few gentle kisses on his shaft, getting a taste of both of you before getting the condom on. He made such precious sounds, and once he was all set you left a trail of kisses on his chest as you climbed up to him, pressing your lips against his.

“How do we taste?”

“… good…”

“Are you ready?”

“… yes…”

You pumped his shaft a few good times for good measure before getting yourself ready. You played with yourself a bit, already so wet from all the teasing and sucking. Younghoon watched eagerly as you swallowed him whole, inch by inch disappearing into you. When he was completely in he threw his head back, feeling how you squeezed him and held him. You reached over and held his hands.

“Look at me sweetie.” Younghoon slowly looked over. “You feel so good… are you ready?”

“… yes…”

Younghoon bit his lip, so many things were running through his head. This was certainly something he never imagined for his first time, but he was glad it was with you.

❤

Now Younghoon understood how one got sore after sex. Although maybe his experience was a bit more different than others. Still, that was certainly a night to remember, and the shower after was just as sweet. You had been very attentive, making sure he was alright and cleaned up properly, even if you had to help him in some areas. Now the two of you laid on some fresh sheets, exhausted, you having borrowed some of his briefs to wear, so you had something clean. You rested on his chest, unaware he was awake at first until he started playing with your hair.

“How are you feeling?”

“High… is that normal?”

“For your first, I suppose. Did you have fun? I didn’t get carried away did I?”

“No, no, that… was an experience.”

“A memorable first time.”

“Very.”

“Good.” You sighed, snuggling against him. “So, where did mommy come from?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“You’re so cute. We’ll work on some things later on.”

“Was I bad?”

“No, you took it all so well. Just talking about you listening to what mommy says, how many times did you drop that condom?”

“Sorry…”

“Aish, you don’t need to apologize, but you have to be very good if you ever want to feel my insides without a condom.”

“Yes mommy.”

You chuckled. “Good boy.”

You suddenly heard your phone buzzing from the nightstand. Younghoon got it for you, and handed it over, watching you turn off the alarm you had set.

“What’s the alarm for?”

“I don’t know… but maybe I should get going.”

“No, let’s just stay together today and cuddle.”

Younghoon wrapped his arms around you, playfully trapping you against his body. You giggled, kissing at his chest.

“A lazy day sounds nice.”

“Let’s just stay together like this.”

“Alright, here, put my phone back.”

You handed over your phone, Younghoon putting it on silent before setting it down and cuddling you. The two of you somewhat drifted off to sleep again, but you couldn’t completely go to sleep.

“Younghoon…”

“Yes?”

“I’m hungry…”

“Shall I cook, or order?”

“I wanna taste your cooking.”

“Okay, you just stay here, okay?”

“Yeah. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.”

Younghoon kissed your head before getting out of bed, not bothering with a shirt or pants, just going off to cook in some briefs. A huge smile was plastered on his face as he looked at the ingredients he had, figuring out what to cook. He had started when he suddenly heard a crash from the bedroom, rushing over. He frantically found you getting dressed.

“What happened? What-”

“I have to go.”

“Huh? But we’re-”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. I totally forgot about today. I have so many missed calls and messages.”

“About what? You-”

“Rain check on our lazy day, okay? I’ll make it up to you.”

You finished getting dressed and kissed Younghoon before heading out. He nearly followed you out before realizing he didn’t have pants on. He quickly got some, struggling to put on a shirt as he ran out. Although all he managed to do was see you get into a cab, driving off. He watched you go for a moment before running back to his place. He started dressing himself to go out, using his phone to track yours. He had to know why you left in such a hurry like that, no matter the reason.

❤

You quickly got out of the cab when you arrived at your destination. You took a few deep breaths before entering the restaurant. As you were about to give your name to the hostess you were pulled aside.

“What the hell is wrong with you!”

“Sangyeon, I-”

“You can explain later. Here.” Sangyeon handed you a bag. “Go get dressed.”

“… thank you…”

You quickly hurried off to the bathroom, getting dressed and fixing yourself up. When you were done you went out to find your brother, seeing him entertaining your guests. You approached the table with a smile and apologized for being late.

“I hope my brother hasn’t been boring you to death.”

“Nonsense.” Sangyeon said. “I’m very entertaining. Anyway, y/n, this is Kevin, and his older sister, Stella.”

“A pleasure to meet you both.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Kevin smiled. “I’m glad to finally be meeting you in person.”

“Agreed. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“Only good things, promise.”

Thankfully this little get together was more of a brunch thing, so you being a little late wasn’t so weird. It wasn’t that all surprising that your brother engaged in business talk with both the Moon siblings here, leaving you to just quietly nod and pretend to be engaged with the conversation. Although you did notice Kevin occasionally stealing a glance your way, giving you an eye smile. You didn’t pay it too much mind, but you were certainly getting bored. You found your eyes wandering, glancing out the window, only to see a familiar face.

“Younghoon…”

“What?”

“Excuse me for a moment. I need some air.”

You rushed out despite Sangyeon trying to stop you. As you stepped out of the restaurant you looked around, seeing someone hurrying down the street. You ran after them, seeing that your hunch was right.

“Younghoon, it’s not what you think, it’s just-”

“A blind date?”

“… yeah…”

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“I know… because of your family… they’d never approve of someone like me… so they must be trying to set you up… with someone they like…”

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to hide this.”

“I understand.” Younghoon took your hands. “I’m not upset… I just wanted to make sure you were okay…”

“I wish I didn’t have to do these things…”

“Do you have to go back?”

“I do…”

“It’s okay… I know your heart belongs to me.”

You giggled. “Yes, yes it does.”

Younghoon walked you back, giving you a kiss on the cheek before letting you go back to your brother. You found yourself apologizing again for your actions. You snuck a glance out the window again, Younghoon smiling and giving you a wave before disappearing from your view. At least you felt better knowing you weren’t keeping something from him, even if it wasn’t your intention.

After brunch you said your goodbyes to the Moons, Kevin kissing your hand as a parting gift. You wanted nothing more than to go back with Younghoon, but Sangyeon shoved you into the car. He was quiet on the ride home, making you feel very uneasy. When you got home you just followed him inside. You did make an attempt to run off to your room but he caught your arm, holding you in place.

“What happened today?”

“Nothing. I just-”

“Spent the night with your boy toy?”

“What?”

“Don’t play coy, I know all about Younghoon.”

“Have you been stalking me?”

“Oh please, you’re my sister, I’m just keeping an eye on you.”

“What the hell!”

“What? You’re the one who started frequenting a coffee shop in the outskirts of the city, and coming home late or not at all. Was I not supposed to check up on you?”

“That’s still stalking.”

“So? You want me to tell mom and dad what you’ve been doing in your spare time?”

“I’m surprised you haven’t already.”

“And what? Upset them? They still can’t believe you and Juyeon broke up.”

“He dumped me for some other girl!”

“Exactly, you clearly weren’t good enough for him.”

“Ya!”

“Am I wrong? He wouldn’t have left you if you were better.”

“Don’t give me relationship advice when you haven’t had a single girlfriend this year.”

“Cause I’m not throwing myself at the first girl that’s nice to me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Sangyeon spat. “You found some lonely little college boy to befriend and be your rebound guy.”

“He’s not my rebound guy!”

“Does he know that?”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“No, you are. Mom and dad would never approve of someone like him. He’s nothing, and he will amount to nothing.”

“Shut up!”

“I know you’re dumb enough to go date some random guy that smiled at you, but I hope you’re not stupid enough to actually catch feelings for him.”

“…”

“Don’t forget who you are, and the responsibility you have to this family.”

“You mean increase our wealth? Find some rich boy and become his wife? Cause that’s all I can do, right?”

“Don’t get smart with me. I’m telling you all this so you do the right thing and break it off. Or I will tell mom and dad about this.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too.”

You glared and yanked your arm free from Sangyeon, heading for the door. Before you could open it he stopped you, holding the door closed.

“You better be going off to do the right thing.”

“Fuck off.”

“You know how this is gonna end, don’t make it worse.”

You shoved him aside and headed out, ignoring the car and heading out to the streets to get a cab. You hated your brother, you hated this family, and the fact you had no real freedom in your life. Perhaps it was predictable, but you went to the only place you could think of. Home, the place that felt like one.

“You’re back. How did-”

Younghoon stopped when you suddenly hugged him, your sniffles becoming apparent. He hugged you tight, rubbing your back.

“It’s okay… you’re okay…”

He didn’t want to ask what was wrong, at least not now. It was better for you to just let it all out. He held you until you started to calm down, gently pulling away.

“Can I stay here… for a few days…”

“Of course, of course. Just keep in mind you’ll look adorable in my clothes.”

You giggled. “That’s alright.”

“Come on. You should sit down. Can I get you anything?”

“Just some water.”

“Okay.”

You sat down on the couch, wiping away your tears. As Younghoon handed you a glass of water you noticed how you had stained his shirt with your makeup.

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s alright. I have plenty of shirts.”

“That reminds me, I owe you some clothes.”

“You do?”

“I said I’d get you some nicer clothes so you wouldn’t feel awkward when we went out to some fancy place again.”

“Ah, another time.”

“Yeah.”

Younghoon sat down next to you. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“It’s just dumb…”

“I’m here if you want me to listen.”

“No, it’s okay. Family drama, I’d rather you not get all tangled up in that.”

“Alright, but if you ever wanna talk, I’m here.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you wanna shower and clean up?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll go run to the store to get you some essentials, okay?”

“That’d be nice.”

“Good. As they say, mi casa es su casa.”

“What?”

“My house is your house… so make yourself comfy.”

“I’m already very comfy here.”

“That’s good. I won’t be gone long.”

You hopped into the shower, taking a little longer than normal before stepping out in a towel. You laid down in bed, making sure not to get anything wet, already feeling a bit better. Younghoon left the bag in the room by the door, wanting to give you some privacy. You found it cute. You looked through what he bought, giggling over the underwear he bought, he really did mean the essentials. You also noted to ask him when he figured out what size you wore. Besides that you went through his closet, finding a hoodie and some joggers to wear. Once you were dressed you headed out of the room, finding younghoon watching TV while working on assignments. You sat next to him and hugged him, kissing his cheek.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Younghoon kissed your cheek. “Love you.”

You smiled at him. “Love you too.”

❤

There was something nice about waking up with Younghoon, knowing you had nowhere else to be. He was so warm and cuddly, you definitely wanted to stay in bed today.

“Y/n…”

“Hm?”

“I’ll be someone…”

“What?”

“I promise, I’ll amount to something.”

“Huh? I never…” You immediately sat up. “Did my brother talk to you!”

“Uh-”

“I cannot believe him! Did he threaten you or something?”

“No, it’s not-”

“I’m going to call that bastard right now and-”

You reached over to the nightstand for your phone but Younghoon caught your arm, taking your phone from you.

“Don’t. It’s okay, just good motivation.”

“I’m sorry… I said I didn’t want you in my family drama… but I see it has already caught up to you.”

“I’m fine, and like I said, I’ll be someone.”

“You don’t have to. I just want you to be happy.”

“And you make me happy… so I’ll do anything to keep you by my side.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You do.” Younghoon pulled you back down. “We’re meant for each other.”

You chuckled. “You’re so cute.”

“So… can today be our lazy day?”

“Sure. Staying in bed sounds way better. Until we get hungry.”

“Agreed.”

You snuggled against him, resting your head on his chest. He smiled down at you, gently petting your head. He reached over to the night stand, silencing his phone and turning yours off. He didn’t want any interruptions this time. The next few days were like lazy days, for you at least. Younghoon still went out to work and school, while you stayed home. You didn’t fall behind in class, getting notes from friends, and all the assignments were available online too. You also didn’t have a job to worry about, so you had it easy.

Younghoon didn’t care though. He loved coming home, knowing you were there waiting up for him. Eventually you had gone out to buy yourself some clothes and shoes, just to have while you stayed. Every message from your brother you ignored, and you of course let your friends know you were doing alright. They were glad for you to be standing up to your brother and doing what you wanted. Of course they also asked for all the details regarding your boyfriend. You didn’t give them too much, but they ate up every little bit.

“Where are you going today?”

“The girls wanna have lunch and hang out.”

“But why.”

“Cause we haven’t seen each other in a while.”

“No.” Younghoon trapped you in a hug. “Stay with me.”

“Baby. I have plans.”

“Cancel them.”

“Ya. That wouldn’t be nice.”

“But I want you to stay with me.”

“Younghoon-”

“Please, mommy…”

“Ah… what’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ll be a good boy…”

“How good?”

“Very.”

“Hm… fine, go to the bedroom and show me how good of a boy you can be.”

“Yes, mommy.”

Younghoon kissed your cheek before scurrying off to the bedroom. You giggled to yourself, texting your friends about not being able to make it before going off to find your little boy and see what he was up to.

❤

“Come on, today has to be the best!”

Younghoon was a bit surprised by your energy, but he knew the reason. He was more than happy to match it and follow along with whatever you wanted to do.

“It’s about time we got you some new clothes. And we can also find what you’ll wear for tonight, so we can match.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“I cannot wait to dress you up!”

Younghoon had never been shopping like this before, let alone in these types of stores. It was a new experience, and he was glad to be with you. He would have never known how much fun it could be to try one clothes and show them off. You practically enjoyed every outfit you put him in, but you wanted him to like it too. It got more fun as the two of you would get changed and then surprise each other. At one point Younghoon lost himself in you. He had gotten into a suit, seeing you in such a beautiful dress before the mirror. He snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek.

“You look beautiful.”

“You too.”

“I want you to be like this always, happy and so pretty.”

“As long as I have you, I have that.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Once you had some clothes picked out, and your outfits for the night, you two decided to get some lunch before heading home to get ready. You figured some cafeteria food from the mall would suffice so you just needed to agree on something. As you walked with your arms hooked together, discussing what to have, you were suddenly yanked away. Younghoon was quick to grab your hand before you slipped away, seeing what had happened.

“Sangyeon!” You yelled. “What are you doing here?”

“Taking you home.”

“How the hell did you find me!”

“We’re leaving.”

Sangyeon tugged on your arm, but Younghoon just squeezed your hand harder, holding you back. You were stuck between them, and now was when Sangyeon cared to give your boyfriend any attention.

“Let her go.”

“No.”

“I won’t ask again.”

“Noona.”

“Noona?” Sangyeon scoffed. “She’s no one to you.”

“Sangyeon!” You screamed. “You-”

“It’s our four month anniversary...” Younghoon mumbled, squeezing your hand tighter, making you whimper. “She’s mine.”

“Four months?” Sangyeon questioned. “You’re really that stupid.”

“Sangyeon…”

“We’re going home.”

“You can’t take her, she-”

Sangyeon didn’t hesitate to slap Younghoon, using enough force to shock the boy and knock him over. He didn’t care to see the reaction, just grabbing you and dragging you away from the scene. You tried to argue with him but he had a death grip on you, his security detail also making sure you didn’t get away from him. Still, you tried to look back at Younghoon, calling his name, but you didn’t see him again.

❤

“Stop crying.”

“Sangyeon-”

“I told you to end things with that boy, and instead you run away from home?”

“It’s not-”

“I let you have your time, figuring you were gonna set things straight, and then where do I find you? Shopping with him on your four month anniversary!”

“I-”

“You’re done.”

“But-”

“You are finished with that boy, do I make myself clear? Or do you want me to tell mom and dad everything, right now.”

“They-”

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Shut up!” You yelled. “You can’t just tell me who I can, and can’t date! I didn’t just catch feelings for some random boy! He’s-”

“Nobody! We’ve been over this.”

“He’s nobody to you, but he’s everything to me!”

“I will make him nobody if you keep this up.”

“What?”

“What? You think I can’t destroy everything he has going for him in a second?” Sangyeon spat. “Getting him kicked out of college is easy, getting him arrested and giving him a criminal record is just as simple.”

“Sangyeon!”

“It’s up to you whether or not he has a future.”

“You already threatened him once! This is just-”

“Excuse me? I had him looked into,sure, but today was the first time I’ve ever spoken to him. Don’t think I’d waste my breath trying to convince such a pathetic kid like him to leave you. A love sick puppy like him is as dumb as you.”

“…”

“So what’s it going to be?”

“No…”

“No? My gosh have you lost some brain cells? He’s not good for you anyway!”

“As if you-”

“You ran away from home, you’ve stopped attending classes, your friends haven’t even seen you in weeks now cause you keep blowing them off. You think they haven’t reached out to me to ask what was going on with you? And how much have you been spending on him? If anything he’s just been taking advantage of you because of who you are.”

“Younghoon is not like that!”

“It doesn’t matter, you two were never gonna work.” Sangyeon grabbed your phone and held it up to you. “End it, right now.”

“…”

“Or I end him.”

You swallowed nervously and took the phone, pulling up your messages with Younghoon. Your brother peeked over your shoulder, making sure you did what he asked. When you finished he took your phone and turned it off.

“I’m gonna tell mom and dad you should finish your studies abroad.”

“Sangyeon!”

“That’s final!”

“I hate you!”

“You’ll thank me for this one day.”

“Fuck you.”

You ran up to your room, slamming the door shut and then crumbling to the floor. You felt like a monster, but you also didn’t want to ruin Younghoon’s life. He had such a bright future ahead of him, and you couldn’t destroy that over something like love. All you could hope for was that Younghoon would have the strength to move on from this. No matter how painful it was.

❤

“This isn’t… she’s lying… she’s lying…”

Younghoon had stared at your message for hours, checking for your location but seeing that there was no signal. Eventually he smashed his phone against the wall, screaming in agony. There was no way you would just do this to him, you wouldn’t just break things off over a text after everything that happened. He wound up curled up on the floor crying uncontrollably. Things had been so good, they had been so perfect, and just like that you were gone. He couldn’t just accept this.

Somehow he managed to dress himself through the tears, heading out. Even if your location was off, he still knew where you lived, where you were kept prisoner. It was late into the night as he ran around the streets, just trying to get to you. None of this could be real, which was all the more reason he needed to see you, to make sure you were alright. He didn’t care how long it took, but when he was at your doorstep, out of breath with dry tears on his face, he felt some sort of relief. Then he desperately started ringing the doorbell. He was going to get a response, he knew that.

“My gosh you are so pathetic.” Sangyeon stepped outside, shoving Younghoon down the steps. “Did you not get the message? My sister wants nothing to do with you, now get off my property.”

“Let me see her!”

“You’re in no position to make demands.”

“Y/n! Y/n! Talk to me, I-”

Sangyeon stepped down and pressed his foot down on Younghoon’s chest, watching the boy squirm under him, starting to have trouble breathing.

“Stay away from my sister. If I ever see you here again I will have you arrested.”

Sangyeon stepped off, having security throw Younghoon off the property, locking the main gates. Younghoon stuck around for a while, screaming himself hoarse wanting to see you, but he was ignored. His vision filled with tears again, and he knew he had no choice but to leave, despite how he felt. He still couldn’t believe it.

“She’s mine… she’s mine… she loves me… only me… she’s mine…”

Younghoon still couldn’t process the days events. Today was supposed to be special, it was supposed to be the best. But instead its ended like this. Somehow Younghoon wound up back home, his mind still lost. After all that he still didn’t see you, and he couldn’t help the panic he was feeling. This couldn’t be happening.

“She loves me… she wouldn’t… she’s mine…”

Younghoon wasn’t going to let things end like this. He needed to get you back, no matter what. He’d figure something out, multiple things, but he wasn’t going to give up on you, not like this, not ever.

❤

“Please let me see him…”

“The answer is still no.”

“He hasn’t stopped annoying you, right?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“You think he’s gonna listen to a text? It’s been a week, and look at him.”

“I’m not letting you near him.”

“I’m leaving tomorrow… and I’m not gonna let you ruin him… I just want to say goodbye properly…”

“You think I believe that?”

“Have I given you any reason to doubt me these last few days?”

“Hm… fine, but you only get an hour.”

“But-”

“One.”

“Fine… and my phone?”

“Don’t you know where he lives?”

“Whatever, give it back at the airport.”

“I’ll pay for a new one when you get abroad.”

“Asshole.”

“The clock’s ticking.”

You wanted to hit him, but if you really only had an hour before he sent his guards after you, it was best not to waste time. You got a cab and were on your way. The last couple of days had felt surreal, and somehow you had gotten through them. You could only imagine what Younghoon had been going through. Maybe it was a bad idea to see him, you could upset him, but either way, you just wanted to see him. As you stood outside his door you held up the key to his place. You took it off your key ring and opened the door. The worst case scenario was that he wasn’t home.

“Younghoon…”’

You heard a crash from the bedroom, and then some other noises before Younghoon came running over to you. You immediately noticed how red and puffy his eyes were, yet he was wearing a smile, in disbelief of your presence.

“Y/n… it’s really you.”

“Yes… I figured we should talk… I owe you that.”

“Did you talk to your brother? Did you-”

“Younghoon.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going abroad.”

“What?”

“I just wanted to make sure… before I left… that you were doing okay… you know… since the break up…”

“We didn’t break up.”

“Younghoon.”

“That wasn’t you! Your brother made you send that, right?”

“Younghoon.”

“I’m so happy to-”

Younghoon tried to go in for a hug but you held your hand out, pushing him back. He stared at you, clearly hurt by your actions.

“Mommy…”

“Don’t.” You took a breath. “I know you thought we were great and all that… but this was never gonna work out.”

“What?”

“I come from a very wealthy and prestigious family. Who I am with is very important, and I can’t just be with someone like you.”

“Like me?”

“There’s no simpler way to put this. We had fun, and thanks for helping me get over Juyeon, but this is it for us.”

“You’re lying.”

“Younghoon-”

“Liar!” Younghoon started breaking down in tears. “You don’t mean that… any of it.”

“I do.”

“You don’t!”

You tried to leave but Younghoon wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. You tried to fight him, but you could hear his sobs get louder and louder, doing your best to hold back your own tears.

“Let’s say you’re right… that you were just using me to get over your ex… but what about me?” Younghoon said. “You think I was just messing around with you? That the last couple of months meant nothing… they’re everything to me… you’re everything to me…”

“…”

“You can’t just leave me like this… not after all that… you can’t…”

“…”

“… say something…” Younghoon’s sobbing got harder. “… say something!”

Younghoon slipped to the floor, down onto his knees as he continued crying. You stayed put, eventually turning around and looking down at Younghoon. He reached over to grab one of your legs. You slowly knelt down, grabbing his chin and carefully lifting up his head. The tears kept pouring out of him. He tried to wipe them away, but more quickly replaced them.

“… don’t leave me… please…”

“Younghoon.”

“… please…”

You pulled him into a hug, holding him close. Despite what you had told yourself before, you couldn’t help but feel like a monster. There was so much history between you, so many memories, you couldn’t just let them go, you couldn’t just let him go.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

Younghoon wrapped his arms around you, trying to quiet his sobs. He held you tightly, afraid that you’d slip away again.

“… you won’t leave… right…”

“I don’t want to… I don’t…”

“… you’ll stay… with me… promise…”

“Younghoon…”

“… promise…”

“I won’t leave… I promise…”

Younghoon swallowed back his sobs, moving his arms to wrap them around your neck. He kissed the side of your head, leaning against you.

“… you won’t leave…”

“No…”

“… you’ll stay…”

“Yes…”

“… you promise…”

“Yes…”

“I love you…”

“I love you too…”

Younghoon took a deep breath, and then started squeezing. He moved slowly, embracing you tightly, and slowly getting tighter. You didn’t notice at first, understanding his desire to not let you go. You felt it too, but then it started to hurt, and you had trouble breathing.

“Young… Younghoon… you’re… you’re…”

“… you won’t leave…”

“Younghoon…”

“… I won’t let you…”

“… younghoon…”

“… you’ll stay with me… like you promised…”

“… I can’t… I… younghoon…”

“I love you.”

You weren’t really registering what was happening. You tried to pull away from Younghoon, but his grip was fierce. You clawed at his back to get him to let go, but he held on, and the edge of your vision started going black. You grew weak, your arms falling to your side. You tried to take in air, but you couldn’t. You struggled with words, unsure why this was happening, but by now it was too late to stop him. Despite your efforts, the void eventually swallowed you whole.

Younghoon felt as your body went limp in his arms, and he relaxed his hold. Your body slumped against his. He checked for a pulse, just to be sure, a soft smile decorating his lips when he found it. He kissed your head, gently caressing your cheek. After a moment he got up and took you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed. He wiped away the last of his tears, watching you sleep for a moment before crawling into bed. He had you here now, that’s what mattered, along with the fact that he wasn’t going to let you leave again.

“You’re mine…”

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

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

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

But the smirk you gave him is all for show.

You’re bored in this booming party.

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

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

God, he hates you so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s always prioritised you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lost your cool?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My turn to have fun.”

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

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

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

“Try me, loser.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that what the other girls sa—”

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

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

“Shut the fuck u—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh my God.”

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

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

Can this man shut the fuck up?

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready to say the right words, Princess?”

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

He's doing it again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“S-Sunwoo.”

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

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

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

He's never done that before.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ve gone soft on me, Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo hums, not minding your words.

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

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

“Why? Couldn't get any good fucks?”

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

“Sunwoo.”

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

“I'll give you my hoodie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W-What?”

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

The date went extremely well.

Too well? Maybe?

No such things between you both honestly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Kim Sunwoo is unrelenting.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh God…help your soul.

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

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

“I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just for his entertainment.

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