Seductive Strokes-(m)

seductive strokes-(m)

⚜ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ. poolshark!sunghoon x staff!reader

⚜ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ. suggestive,smut. w/c;5.6k+

⚜ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ. It was not unknown to anyone that sunghoon would use tricks up his sleeves to win,at any cost,given that he was a first-rate billiards player,you were aware of it too. He came to this club too often.He always had a reason to come back,perhaps,this time,his intentions were not meant for practice only.

⚜ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ. use of foreign object(s),teasing,cursing,smut,petnames,sunghoon is a menace,feeds off of your stuttering body. i think that's bout it.

⚜ ɴᴏᴛᴇ. something we talked(gushed) over in our dms...@sungvrhs i hate you for sparking this idea in me.. a reel can lead to many things and this fic is one of them. anyways,this is for you,my twin, i hope you enjoy this. we basically spoiled the whole plot in the dms but who cares imma still write it for you<3 my precious bff <3

Another entry for Diary 2024: #15240822 and my twin @sungvrhs comments and reblogs are appreciated^^<3 there's no taglist for this event. and as we might post for every month looming around the dates 22nd and 24th,please support!!

“Right here,sir” the head staff straightens his hand in a polite manner,leading sunghoon to an even secluded area in the club,just like the latter had asked of. Places like this did come at a hefty price but it was nothing for the said man. Money could make the cruelest thing on earth kneel,it was indeed remarkable. 

When he takes a seat,a nutty-chocolatey smell invades his nostrils,like that of an old bar from the 90’s. His eyes wandered off to the entirety of the place he rented,looked good,smelt just right,only wishing for the night to go out as perfect as it was in his head.

“Do you need anything,sir?” a hoarse voice chimes in the air,making sunghoon apathetically shakes his head,”the bell’s right beneath the table,call us in if you’re wanting anything” they older male takes his leave,letting the fine young man be. 

For tonight, Sunghoon had intentions,a solid blueprint of fulfilling his desires.Only a quarter of his plan just got ticked off,he was still left off the main show. You. 

Months ago, he was invited for a drink and hangout with his colleagues in this very same club. But back then,sunghoon was never this vocal as much as he was currently,let alone talking to the manager about renting the whole place for his own use. Really,it wasn’t a bother to him. 

But then,the clicks of your heels sets a rhythm,caught by the corner of his eyes,and in an instant,lighting the room up,and maybe his heart included as well. His head whips to get a better view of your figure walking in closer to their table with a tray of glasses.

God must really love me. 

One of his companions nudges the awestruck man with his elbow,failing to gain the latter's eye to detach. Sunghoon’s trance is only broken when you softly cough and place the glasses of liquor in front of them,your petite frame bending by the slightest. And it gave him a really good view of your almost-exposed rear. Gosh, did they not take care of how their workers dressed?

But then maybe,sunghoon was grateful for that as well. His gaze pierces through your back,which you choose to ignore,but the weight of it makes your heart drop. You know. You have seen this man walking in here many times. Yet, never have the depth of his black orbs intimidated you like it did now. 

You cannot find it in you to glance back at him,recalling that it would always send tingles to your stomach,it’s almost as if he is waiting for you to catch him staring at you. Any approximation of getting involved with this particular pool shark can’t be seen.

Let’s be honest,he’s all in one,he has it all. Looks, assets,and more assets. Your wages were further down below than his. One word from him to your manager,and you’re on the roads,or even worse. You knew better than to not mingle with the air he breathes even.

At present, he was sitting comfortably on one of the cushioned chairs,eyeing up the board and locating the cue sticks beside it. The table was neatly arranged,the light blurry tints of yellows,lemon chiffon combined with cream,spread perfectly around the room. 

It was about time you appeared. The more he waits,the more he wonders what the fuck was that guy doing?he had one simple job of assigning you to sunghoon’s mercy. Looking back to where he previously heard that the bell would be,he was close to considering using it.

Just as he was about to take action,his ears picked up the familiar clicks of heel,making its way towards his room. Looking at you from the corner of his eyes now,feels so less. He turns his upper body to bask in the entirety of you,no trays,nothing in your grip,just you,your uniform,which is about to come off very soon,and your fiddling fingers.

The sight carves out a smirk from his lips,as he watches you looking down to the floor,searching for any dust particle. “My manager said you asked for me-”

“Come to me”

“Excuse me?” you reply dumbfoundedly,registering his words in your head again. But instead of giving you any verbal reply,he curls in his index at your face,motioning you to come forward. Your brows furrowed in confusion but you hesitantly take a few steps ahead. 

The voices in sunghoon’s head were anything but decent. The way you walked to him when he asked you to,the way your cleavage is shown off because of the tightness of your top,pretty strands of hair nestling on the junction of your neck,he has to fan himself mentally,but it won’t be of any help,he's already gone at the way he senses you getting nervous..he wants to bury his face on your neck,but with time,he tells himself.

You never got to query him about why the whole place is so void of any companies. Normally,the place at this hour is to remain buzzed and not so empty. The suspicions in your head start to heighten when you feel his hand lifting your face by the chin. “This..... is no way appropriate”

“Then tell me to move away” you couldn’t. Words are badly tangled up in your throat as you fail to deliver anything,even a mere whisper. “Thought so..” perhaps you could rely on your fantasies for tonight,hoping events would take turns to surprise you,and make you step back willingly. But who's gonna tell you that you were not going to be getting such scope?not when he's involved.

This was the first ever physical interaction with Sunghoon you had so far,and that too,him standing not so distant from you. Your lashes bat at him,struggling to look at him in the eye properly,but not him though. Seeing your gaze flicker from time and time,he chuckles. “All I ask of you is…” “Do you know how to play?” oh this man.. First he calls you all alone,then he pulls you closer,takes your breath away just by grabbing your chin,and now this? Sunghoon preferred giving you a small clip of what you were going to get yourself into,and he promised to himself that it was going to be one of the best nights of your life.

“I– uhh,I know,a bit” you confess,and finally,he chooses to move away from you,making way to the table. He grabs a cue stick and hands it to you.seriously? He called you over,made you cancel all of your shifts just to…..play pool with him?

Before you can reply,he is striding to you,and with an inch of a distance from your side,he bends down and kisses the upper of your cheeks,spreading warmth and red hues effortlessly. You cannot even protest that,he had you too weak,as if he already casted a spell on you with his mellow voice and subtle touches. 

“Give me a good game,sweetheart” he whispers right into your ear,shivers instantly creeping down your spine. His words, coated with the thickest threats,affected you deeply. As much as you want to run away from this man,the way his voice latches onto every pore of your skin,you feel yourself more drawn to him.

Oh honey of course not…..we’re not just gonna play….

Focusing on the cue ball seemed an impossible task,not because of the lighting,not the chilling temperature dawning the room as well,it could be seen as a great distraction,from none other than park sunghoon. You don’t yet give him any ounce of your attention as your eyes blur between the cue ball and his dashingly handsome face across the table,from you.

With a bit of power,you strike the cue ball,which sends another one rolling,rendering it close enough to sink. But it doesn’t happen,and you fail to notice the male smirking.

“Not bad,pretty” a blush again,crept up to your cheek at the use of such a name,but you can’t lose composure yet. It has just begun.

Looks like you really need a hand,and what better way than him teaching you.

Then, it’s his turn. His eyes scan the board professionally,which he was to begin with. But the way his eyes zero in with such confidence,you could tell what was about to occur…and it does. 

He perfectly sinks the one which you left for him,and furthermore,he sinks the next three hits as well,a bit too perfectly. You roll your eyes at him,just wanting nothing more than getting this over with. There was no point in doing something which he was an expertise in,why did he even think of this in the first place–

“Sweetheart, eyes on the board” his annoyingly sweet yet deep voice brings you back to reality,reminding you that it’s now your turn. Your frame bends again,leaning onto the table’s edge.

Not knowing what really caught his eye when you started aiming,you felt a sudden increase in temperature behind you,the up of your hand being engulfed by a gentle grip. When you realize what position you’re both in,it’s too late. 

Your rear is almost pressing up against the material of his slacks,you could feel it all too well. This is wrong, this is so fucking wrong. The mid-deep v-cut shirt underneath his black suit does little to nothing to hide his chest,it’s all hot skin,and it’s clashing on your back,as if it was his sole purpose of doing so.

His minty breath tickles the skin of your neck and jaw,indicating that he’s ushering his body too close to yours. “S-sir-”

“Hmm?Is there something wrong,pretty?” his upper body slowly sinks into your back,now both of your arms and clothes having zero millimeters between them. You shake your head at the feel of it,but you can say nothing even when he carelessly slots one of his legs in between yours,barely and more or less grazing past your clothed pussy.

His fingers grip the stick which is now faintly held by you,making the pair tighter. It elicited a gasp from you. “What’s gotten you so distracted hmm?”his voice drops two octaves low, he presses onto you more when you don’t answer and guides your hand to aim the wooden stick at the cue ball,face dropping by your neck,lips so close to brush against your skin.

“Focus on the cue ball,sweetheart” how could you when he was toying with your body like this?The need to push him away rose even more when he jutted his thigh up,dangerously grazing on your crotch. Your body felt hot all over,breathing started to get shaky.

Never have you ever prayed for yourself to get in this situation where you’re going to be used as a man’s fill for his sexual desires. The idea alone disgusted you to your guts. Then why does it not feel indifferent when Park Sunghoon has you grinding on his thigh?Why do you want him to do more than just make you cum with his thighs…. 

Pulling the stick backwards,he pushes it along with your hold,the sounds of the blue and white spheres colliding echoes in the air shortly. Only when he sees another one sink in,he parts from you for a moment before attaching himself with your front,he turns you to face him. “Why don’t you talk to me,baby?”

Because if i do,i’ll fucking moan…and that’s the last thing i’ll ever want.

“So you’re not gonna let me hear you?Is that it?” his hands drop down to scatter over your hips and above,fingers spreading on the vast of it,eyes holding a longing for your answers but he gets nothing but your parted lips.

“Don’t you at least want to know where that’s gonna get you?” his left hand travels up to the hem of your top,fisting it softly,but threatening. “W-what are you doing–” your tone betrays you and pushes out a whine. “What I should’ve done sooner” he concludes and acts fast.

The cue stick gets long forgotten,standing above the ground,leaned onto the said table he has you caged against,a sharp and musky scent slowly evades your nostrils wholly,welcoming you. His rough fingers move smooth, crinkling the material underneath his heated touches,eyes solely boring into your hazy ones. “Fucking finally..” 

In this very short moment of pure softness,he lovingly looks at the way you bite your lower lip,batting your lashes at him,looking up at him to take in his perfect and handsome features,soft black strands parted in the middle,leaving his forehead much exposed,your eyes slowly trailing down to his lips,as his follow yours,catching you in the act of doing so..

“Waited so long for this” he leans in to peck your lips once,then again,”waited so long–” and again,”to taste your lips,devour you” his words ignite a spark in you,a one which you cannot ever bring yourself to resist,and let it take it’s reign over you,and he just makes it worse for you,irresistible for you,it’s too much,that you have to jut back each time.

“Baby… kiss me back” his voice raspy,and this time,when his lips come in contact with yours,you obey,kissing him back feverishly,moving your lips against his as slow as possible. Thick arousal rises up his gut,holding you close urgently. Maybe he intended for this to end this way. And the way you kiss him back with so much love– he knew of how you felt for him. And it only brushes his ego. “Such an obedient girl already” he praises.

Anything could work when money was involved. Let it be getting branded deals,let it be getting the fanciest champagnes in the world,let it be a whole billiards club up to yourself to fuck and ruin the girl of your dreams…let it be bribing her manager to make her work after hours for the man himself…

He didn’t care as long as he had his fingers laid on you,and in you,deep. He came with an intention of claiming you,and he won’t step out of the place until you’re shaking on his now pulsing cock,coming undone while you scream for him.

What was once a day to imagine,was finally coming to life,starting with bruising your lips in a roughly moved kiss.Hot breathes make their escapade past his now wet lips,fingers playing with the straps of your bra,sliding them down to let them flail,eyes burning with lust and desire. 

The slow and sensual kisses turn into a heated makeout session as his body has your small frame encaged between him and the edge of the pool table.one of his hands hooks itself under your knee,covered biceps flex as he raises your leg up to slot his pelvic in between your legs fittingly. “What about you is it that keeps pulling me towards you?”

One word,fascinated. Sunghoon was awestruck,when you came by his table to serve his drink,he deeply regretted dismissing you the first time,too captivated by your beauty to even let an answer out,which resulted in you slowly slipping away from his grasp. 

He absentmindedly checked you out from the back,he really didn’t care if he missed the shot,he only ordered another glass despite not finishing the previous glass of whiskey. Which was a terrible excuse according to everyone of his friends,just to see you again. You came in again,with his order,but something felt odd.

You looked up cautiously only to be met with sunghoons anthracite orbs staring back at you. Your cheeks flushing red,you avert your gaze and place the glass down to the table nearby,muttering a small ‘sorry’ and taking your leave. You swore,your back felt like it was getting burnt with holes,now very aware of who could be the reason.

You thought,who were you kidding,it was sunghoon. The park sunghoon. He had his own adventures and business to be minding about,that he had absolutely nothing to do with you. Which might be the reason you shrugged all the thoughts off about him further. Big mistake.

Oh honey,only if you knew.

“Everything about you makes me want to keep loving you more and more” the tone in his voice drops lower,sending shivers down your spine,as your body vibrates against his,making him faintly smirk. “Keeps me wanting more of you” he hums,sinking his lower body closer to your clothed crotch. "renders me into suffocation if i don't"

This way,his bulge shamelessly gets forced to make you feel how hard,throbbing,and how big he must be. The tent forming in his pants gets very evident with each lick he he jabs into your mouth,tongues dancing together,when he purposely pushes it a tad bit far,earning breathy gasps and moans from you whilst he kisses you messy. “So pretty” your lips feel the vibration of his words,lashes hitting softly on your cheek at the sensation.

Grunting softly,he forces deeper,hands coming up to cup your face firm. Bringing him even closer by his neck,you try to match the intensity of his rough kisses,but to no avail,he was quick enough to grip your wrists and hold them secured behind you.  "you make me want to worship every corner and curve of you"

His growing obsession with your tiny gasps and moans solidifies the more you give in,that is,letting him touch you,grope you in the most inappropriate ways,so easy,like putty under his palms.

Your back slightly arched against the wood at the weight of his upper body leaning in,hips starting to make pace. Your hands eagerly grab his collar sliding down further to take his jacket off,the only thing left on his built body is his black see through shirt. Which you take no time to unbutton without breaking the kiss you both share.

He helps you toss the clothing away,hands sliding in to tug your top till it meets the same fate as his ones. His chest heaves,lust taking over his hooded lids,he licks his lips when your bare chest is presented to him. You could feel yourself getting wet at the intense gaze,a pool of embarrassment curling up in your chest at the realization.

Your gaze shies away when you watch his hungry eyes linger on the valley between your bust,a gaze that sets your stomach coiling already. Giving your consent through pulling him closer to clash your lips with his,he hums in satisfaction. It all alone gave sunghoon a raging boner,a one which tightens the material of his boxers.

Even if you would have put up a fight,he was ready to manhandle you,talk you into it,anyhow. Moreover,when there’s no resistance for him anymore,flicks up a switch inside of him. His eyes fall shut,lips eagerly moving against yours while he gets rid of your tight clad skirt. Your heart was about to burst anytime soon,his lips were too soft for your own good,it had you feeling tense,excited,aroused,all combined.

Before he could lose his restraints over himself,he forcefully tears himself apart from you,the smacking sound of your lips following through,his right arm reaching beside you to collect the long-forgotten cue stick,halting for a moment to toy with the smoothened tip of it, a teasing smirk emerges when he looks back at your puzzled and panting face. You look sickeningly cute when you pout. He notes mentally.

“Sit on the table” he demands,a tone too deep,too erotic.You lift yourself up and situate yourself comfortably as he asked you to. Your breath hitches when you feel the coolness of his palm prying your thighs apart by the knee and he walks in between,but not too much.

You flinch,tears sting your eyes when you feel the narrow end of the stick being poked at your now soaked cunt, “Don’t– please,no” even your pleads are so pretty,your small frame shakes as he stays unmoving,observing,ravishing every stretch and pull of your expressions while pushing the wooden object inside of you inch by inch.

Your resolve shatters terribly as you feel your walls giving up on being resistive,welcoming the foreign feeling,along with the pace of which it’s moving,all under sunghoon’s supervision. You moan out loud as your back arches,nails seething in beside you,drawing out small flakes of wood. “No– fuck,no please”

“Sweetheart, what are you even begging for?” he was right,what were you even wanting? To have him leave you disorientated?or to beg him to keep the pace steady,if not,faster? A surprised gasp escapes your lips when you feel the thing punchering your insides at speed,now more than a quarter of it drenched and coated in your slick.

Sunghoon doesn’t dare slow down,continuing to harvest those delicious sounds out of you and collecting it in his ears,fuck,he felt himself getting harder everytime he pushes it in you,and it gets slid out with even more of your produce,and the sounds coming along with it is just as nasty and beautiful. “Look at yourself,fucking back on it so shamelessly”

Seeing your stomach pop out,he knew that you were very close to letting it go. Your brows creased in together,eyes shut tight,your jaw slack open,melodies strumming gracefully in your vocal chords,he could just cum from that alone.

Just when you’re about to thrust back on it again,he pulls it out immediately,and a chain of whines is heard from you,you look at him with a glint of neediness in your orbs. “Couldn’t let you cum that easily,not before I do” he menacingly assures you of it,closing in on you.

His words hang up in the air as an open threat,as you watch him sticking his tongue out to lick all of your juices from the stick's end till where it cascaded down to. "You taste so sweet like nectar”sunghoon’s voice rasps,he smears some of your arousal all over his upper and bottom lip,diving in without a single thought and crashes on your puffy ones,making you taste yourself.

He sucks and nibbles on the low of your lip,groaning when you boldly slip your tongue in his cavern,you saw no threats in giving up,and it felt safer than to have him force it out of you. That would be the last thing you’d want.

There was no way in hell you were going to be able to take him fully. Because when he mumbles into the kiss,wanting you to take his boxers off,your fingers impatiently slide the clothing down,freeing his erection,you feel every vein protruding on it,warm on your touch,he hisses when the tip of your fingers linger around till the base of it.

His eyes burn with sexual desires as he watches you lunge forward to grind against his,hands finding their way to take support on his shoulder for doing so. He lets you do whatever you want,enjoying it as much as you were,though the thoughts at the back of his mind scream at him to take you,which he would,but he has to get you all lubed up for him first.

His hands lead down to the supple skin of your waist,guiding you in sensual directions,holding you in the motion as he fucks you dry and dampened.

He holds nothing back in his throat,nor does he let you do the same,his lips hungrily latch onto the column of your neck,suckling,biting,marking it all over as you try your best to swallow your sounds. He grunts in annoyance when he cannot hear you properly,gripping down on you,denser,that for sure gets him what he wanted,a pretty moan ripped from your pretty lips, he bucks his hips faster.

He kisses you one last time before tapping the red and angry tip into the divide of your puffy pink opening,all the way down to your quivering opening. A sharp gasp cuts through as he barely gets to accommodate himself inside you,met with your walls refusing to accept the sudden and brutal intrusion,instead of waiting,he pushes and pushes,till he’s more than an inch in. fuck.

His cheeks flush this time,a rough groan follows through as he thrusts forward,now with more power,it has never felt this constricting,hot and bothering,tingling,he is forced to halt to take in how fucking good your walls wrapped around him felt. 

Even his moans keep staggering with the way you clench back on him the more he enters,”Baby” he growls low,and deep enough to earn himself another euphoric melody from you. “Fuck,keep doing that”

He distracts you by searing your lips with a lewd kiss,one involving swirling of tongues,exchange of spit,and lips devoured,bruised if he could list on. When he’s made sure he’s buried to the hilt,the smirk on his face goes anywhere but down. As if he was finally where he’s supposed to be,too deep in for you to even think.

Your breath gets snatched away just as he starts propelling into you,and to his delight,you do more than just yelp and whine,”fuck!...please–”you scream almost,slowly feeling yourself melting away to the way he fucks you,so full,so far down.

“Sunghoon–”he moans,caging himself in the grips of your thighs,your feet dangling loosely behind his waist,”call me sunghoon”he finishes,fists landing beside you,the table slowly rattles at the pace he’s ramming you. Hands weakly refuge another ounce of support on his exposed biceps,nails forming small crescents as they dig through faintly.

The pain mixed with pleasure is everything he’s ever wanted with you, biting back hard on your lips,holding onto dear life,feeling yourself losing to him,the look of utter defeat in your irises,everything turned him on,for you to hurt him as much as he’s both pleasuring you and returning you the favor of it. 

“You’re loving this aren’t you?” hoarseness coats his mellow voice,you flutter your eyes open as you watch his sweaty hair strands stick to his forehead,sweat dripping to the side of his face till his jaw,only then you get to take note of the air con giving up on its purpose.

You nod fervently,feeling his harsh jabs aimed perfectly at your sweet spot,making your tits bounce. You yelp in surprise when you feel one of your nipples getting nipped in between his pair of whites,”yes” your whimpers get weaker,your body drowning into a pool of heat in which he controls everything about it. “Sunghoon” you hoarsely whine,voice strained,pleasure blinded,your hips snap back at the same intensity as his. 

His hardened abdominal muscles brush against your navel and clit,toying with your orgasm as there’s push and pull constantly. “You’re taking it so good” he chuckles darkly after,you never recall adjusting yourself to having someone as big and rough as the man in between your legs,he’s harsh,fucks into you like you love,but he doesn’t know of it,not until your nails rake the skin of his hips,your drenched heat sucking till the base of him so perfectly.

Tension rises in the pits of your stomach,tightening viciously,warning his twitching cock that you were too close. His tip almost breaches the middle,the passage to your womb,your eyes shot open as you scream lewdly. “That’s it,scream for me”his evil grin takes over your mind, your head lolls back,shivers running free around your body,especially your legs,belted ever so tightly around his waist.

With a single sharp thrust or two,whites cover his eyes,head falling back,he again deprives you of your awaited release,manhandling you to your knees,and jerks his length off near your mouth. The slight heaviness of the tip pushes your lips apart,ready to mess your mouth with his cum. You happily invite him whole,once again finding yourself bobbing your head,eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel the tip prodding the end of your throat with no mercy.

You gag,moan,wet your lashes,your nose touches his skin when he’s stuffed your mouth,restricting your airways,leaving less than millimeters of space for oxygen to pass,he shudders,finally.

When you think he would be making you swallow all of his load,your swollen and messy lips get detached by a rough grip at the back of your head,soft and sweat-dewy hair fisted and tugged. “The game’s not over yet sweetheart” his seductive whisper tingles the shell of your ear as he maneuvers your back flush against his chest,legs parted. “Let’s not forget why you thought I called you here,hmm?” 

Oh this fucker..

He doesn’t bother pulling himself out of you,helping your hand reach the cue stick resting on the table edge,the slight shifting of his still throbbing cock has you hissing and gasping. Your mind cannot stay poised at the way he carefully thrusts back into you,holding you in place as you moan and align the long wooden stick,your juices from earlier dried up on the surface of it,”now,this is how we’re gonna play” he starts raspily,contrasting the way he’s snapping his hips agonizingly slow,the squelching sounds taking over the silence of the room rapidly.

“You’re going to sink the ones i tell you to” his tone drops to a mischievous one,as he adds,”if you are a good girl,you’re going to be cumming hard on my cock…..and if you hold it back” voice thicker this time,his veiny arms lock around your throat,”i will pump my cum to the very depth of your womb till it leaks and i have to push them all back in you” 

You can’t form any words,only nodding weakly,as he renders you speechless with a strike on your ass,sending your body jolting forward due to the overwhelming pleasure. You plead,with strings of tears running down your cheeks,connecting with the board,forming small dots. "words baby,words"

"m-mhm"you speak with a needier pitch,desperation.

“You don’t want to cum?Is that it baby?” he teases you,defeat evidently written all over your face and movements,it draws out a coo from him,watching his pretty girl suffer. his filthy and wretched thoughts does him no justice,only coaxes the carnal lust in him to explode.

“You’re m-making it hard–” you manage to scowl,eyes watery,while his own darken,all of a sudden slamming past your abused barriers. “Sunghoon!” He works into you thoroughly,chasing to get a grip on your orgasm,to get you to fall to pieces.

What does it feel like when you try to take him?does the stretch make you feel obscene as much as he did?Clearly you haven't had the best fuck like this in ages,otherwise you would've been hella loose,who wouldn't want to pound this delicious pussy?sunghoon wonders,focusing on the way your walls maintain an anaconda grip on him,refusing to let any inch of him slide out.

You cannot bear to hold back any longer,the pressure which he forcibly built up in your stomach gets threatened to be uncoiled,unchained. And him hitting your sweet spot with such perfection, had your legs squeezed shut. Sunghoon somehow manages to bite back a loud moan,biting onto his lower lip instead,almost too hard to make it bleed,almost. 

He was at his peak pleasure point just as much as you are,but he wanted to feel entirety of you,meaning,he wanted to see every single way you could be coming undone on him,it didn’t matter if he got to cum or not,he wants to see your eyes screwed shut,mouth hung open with your tongue lolling,to fulfill his nasty desires about you,stored in his mind like a to-do list.

You weakly grab the wood pole,eyesight blurred and head dizzied with the amount of pleasure coursing through your veins,the edge of the thing cautiously hitting the demanded sphere he asked you to target. His hooded lids latch on the way your ass jiggles,hands roaming around every curve and dips of your body,tipping his orgasm further.

An excited glint reflects on his orbs when he hears the sound of victory,small but loud thumps echoes,he smirks deviously.

You succeeded. 

Good fucking girl

Without a second thought,he fastens his pace,drilling into you like his life depended on it,your whole frame shakes violently at the brutality of his thrusts,a continuous chant of ‘please’ ruptures from your throat,devoting your orgasm centered by his wish. “Are you close sweetheart?”he coos

His orgasm crashes through his will to hold on any longer,a pornographic moan tuned out from him,painting your walls with spurts of his hot leak,followed by a stream of cusses from you both. His fingers quickly reach down in between your legs to roll your bud,close to calling it a set of pinches and drags,sending your hips thrusting back and forth,struggling to stay still,”that’s right,cream my cock” feeling your runny arousal drip to all lengths of his softening muscle,he hums satisfied. 

“Fuck stay still” you do,voice brokenly utter a groan when a finger is pushed inside,stopping from his hard work spilling out of your pink and spent hole. Fingers drizzled with the mixture of you and him,he brings it up to his lips,eventually sucking onto his fingers,licking it all clean,as if it was his last meal.

DO NOT COPY/REPOST/STEAL,CONTENTS BELONG TO @ diorsyun ON TUMBLR,2024

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTOO HOT

SOMAR𝒊O the weather's warm but your boyfriend's hot ; drabble, sunghoon x female reader, est.relationship, 0.5k.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 skinship, kissing, fluff, slightly suggestive LiBRARYㅤ

“It’s too hot.”

Humidity piled into the room, creating a heavy atmosphere despite the joy of your boyfriend coming over to visit. Moving across your apartment, you grabbed hold of the remote that controlled the air con, attempting to put it on the highest setting to get rid of the sticky feeling coating your entire body. 

 “This damn air con isn’t working.” You complained, hitting the remote against your leg to try and get it to work. The oversized shirt you were wearing that was supposed to help airflow, benefitted nothing and instead stuck to your sweat-coated body. 

A groan of disappointment erupted from Sunghoon’s throat as he rose to feet abruptly. Turning to face him, you watched as he peeled his shirt off of his body, exposing his glimmering abs. 

“Didn’t know you liked my body that much.” He spoke, unknowingly pulling you out of your daze. Heat coated your cheeks when you realised that you had been mindlessly gaping at his upper body. “Don’t say it like that,” You snapped, attempting to defend yourself. “You make me sound like a pervert” 

Stepping in your direction, he effortlessly towered over you, radiating body heat. “But don’t you think I’m hot?” He questioned, fanning his warm breath over your lips, inching nearer. 

Your response was cut off by his lips consuming yours, knocking air out of your lungs. Warmth coated your already sweating body as you tried to push him away from you. Humid wind brushed against your bodies as if the temperature itself wasn’t hot enough. 

“It’s too hot.” You murmured against his lips, feverish from the weather. Moving your hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, you paused abruptly, feeling the rapid pacing of his heart against his smooth skin. Pulling away from you, he shot a grin in your direction. 

The sound of your ringtone drowned out his remark, serving as the perfect distraction from the temperature that you were more than willing to avoid. “Hi, mum.” You spoke, smiling audibly through your words. 

Leaning his arm above you, he pressed a kiss on your jawline. “This evening?” Doing your best to avoid sounding breathless, you tried dodging your boyfriend’s radiating body heat. “Of course.” You grinned, pinned in position against the wall and toiling against the sweat dampening your frame. 

“See you later.” Moments after ending your call, your lips were pulled into his while his hands casually rested on your waist.

Humming into your lips, he pulled back. “Who called?” 

“My mum. She’s coming over in the evening which means you have to stop leeching off my neck.” You spoke, trying to pry him away from you.

“Just five more minutes.” He persuaded, trailing ticklish kisses to your collarbone. Seeing that his persuasion wasn’t working, he moved his hands to your stomach, digging lightly into your flesh and tickling your stomach, causing an eruption of giggles to sound through your throat. 

Moving away from the wall, you toppled over the bed, your fit of giggles never ceasing. After catching your breath, you caught your boyfriend’s eyes through the dark curtain of hair covering them. 

“Is that a yes then?” He questioned, his grin matching your own. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you pulled a face. “Five minutes max.” 

Moving his lips to the shell of your ear, he softly muttered. “We’ll see about that.” 

note. thank you so much for reading! all rights reserved, ©️ angelqie 2024.

MOONSTRUCK , ⋆｡°✩ 𓈒𓈒 crazy over you

𖥔 PRECIS. In which, sunghoon’s feelings for you start to feel like more than he can handle… PAIRING. smitten!sunghoon x tipsy!reader GENRE. fluff, suggestive WARNINGS. skinship, mild kissing, mentions of drinking

authors note ୨୧ I have nothing to say. get into it hoon!

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You were… tipsy. Sunghoon knew that much. The proof was in the flush that colored your cheeks, a vivid contrast against your bonze-toned skin.

Despite the alcohol in both your systems, it didn’t take away from the fact that his mind was reeling.

The two of you had been in attendance for Jake’s birthday trip. A small , cozy gathering at his grandparent’s lakehouse for the weekend.

After a day filled with laughter, games, and a few drinks, the group had winded down for the night.

It was late, and you and Sunghoon were the last ones still awake, sitting on the porch talking under a shared fluffy blanket. It was nice… comforting. Just the two you, sharing quiet laughs and whispered stories under the stars.

But, Sunghoon couldn’t defy the nagging urge at the back of his mind to tell you. Tell you he was in love with you, so in love that it hurt.

It had started to get chilly, and with the others already asleep, you had both decided to move inside to a guest room with two twin beds—it was the only available space left.

Too relaxed to worry about where else to go, you agreed to take up the two beds, facing each other with drowsy eyes and lingering smiles.

As time passed, still laying in silence, Sunghoon couldn’t help but begin to toss and turn with the intention of sleep. The silence that was strangely comforting before, had started to become deafening, heavy with unspoken words.

Finally, Sunghoon rolled over to face you, his breath catching as he took in the sight of you blinking slowly, eyes glazed over yet intensely focused on him.

“You know…” His voice broke the silence, low and hesitant, almost drowned by the pounding of his own heart.

“Hm?” Your eyebrows arched, your gaze still locked on his, those large, innocent eyes piercing through the darkness.

“It’s… it’s nothing.” The courage he had mustered slipped away like sand through his fingers.

“What…?” your voice was soft, the edges frayed with weariness.

“I… really, it’s nothing.”

The silence returned, thicker this time, a suffocating blanket that wrapped around you both.

“Can you sleep now…? Are you sleepy…?” he murmured, voice hushed as though even in the solitude, someone might overhear.

“Mm…” you nodded, pushing yourself up to a sitting position, rubbing your eyes with a pout that made his heart tighten.

“I think I’ll sleep there.”

Sunghoon’s heart skipped a beat, then raced ahead as you slipped from your bed and into his own with a graceful clumsiness that only you could achieve.

When you landed with a soft thud, your noses were mere inches apart, your hushed giggles mingling with his own chuckles as you adjusted yourself under the covers, and rolled over so your back was pressing against his chest.

Warmth flooded Sunghoon’s senses, as if the bed weren’t already small enough. He prayed you could feel the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat against your back…

Feel how fast it was racing. How honest would that be?

You were so warm…

“Use my arm as a pillow…” he offered, his voice barely a whisper as you lifted your head to rest on his arm.

“Why…?” you asked, your voice a breathy murmur.

“So we can be closer…” he answered, the words tumbling out in a rush, his heart still pounding.

You stayed like that, the quiet punctuated only by the sound of your breathing, soft and steady. You shifted again, clearly in discomfort, and a breathy chuckle escaped Sunghoon’s lips.

“Why didn’t you bring your pillow over…?” he teased, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you.

You glanced dismissively at the abandoned pillow on your abandoned bed before your gaze snapped back to him, piercing him to the core.

Your glassy eyes glittered under the moonlight streaming in through the window, long lashes casting delicate shadows on your flushed cheeks as you blinked slowly.

You were… breathtaking. Sunghoon’s heart constricted painfully at the sight of you.

Slowly, you reached up to smooth down your own bedhead, and without thinking, Sunghoon followed suit, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with trembling fingers.

Your eyes never wavered from his, tracing his every feature, studying him with an intensity that left him breathless.

What were you thinking? He could never tell, and as of right now… he was desperate.

You blinked slowly, your lips parting as you finally broke the thickening silence.

“Is this… not a good idea?” your voice was soft, laced with innocence yet tinged with a challenge, your doe eyes searching his own for an answer.

“No…” His voice was hoarse, his throat dry, but he kept his gaze steady on yours.

“It’s good.” He added, pulling the comforter snugly around you both.

“Hm?” you hummed, your eyebrows lifting ever so slightly in curiosity.

“It’s definitely good…” he repeated, his words barely more than a breath.

You smiled then, a fleeting, gentle curve of your lips before your expression softened once more, your eyes large and unblinking.

Sunghoon fought to contain himself, the air between them thick with tension, every innocent thought he tried to hold onto slipping away. God, you were divine.

So pretty, it hurt.

You pulled the covers tighter around your chest, your hands disappearing beneath them. Just then, Sunghoon could feel your cool, slender fingers intertwining with his.

The touch seemed almost electric, almost overwhelming, as you slowly and carefully guided his hand down the length of your body, the soft fabric of your sleep shirt barely a barrier to the heat of your skin, which felt like a burn the moment you guided his hand beneath it.

His heart thundered in his chest, anticipation and desire warring within him, but he never broke eye contact.

Your gaze dared him, testing his resolve with a demure boldness that sent shivers down his spine.

His breath caught as your hand guided his lower, fingers brushing the waistband of your shorts. He watched your expression shift ever so subtly, your lips falling open the slightest bit more, your eyes darkening with something he couldn’t quite name, and yet the innocence remained.

Your head tilted back faintly, almost in a pleading nod when he pressed his fingers down to apply pressure, his palm settling on your lower belly. 

Feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his touch, the tension in the air was almost unbearable.

Finally, Sunghoon tore his gaze from yours, letting out a shaky breath as his head fell back onto the pillow you now shared, his hand slipping from your grasp.

You watched him, silent, your chest rising and falling with a matching intensity.

You were nervous, scared…? Excited?

Sunghoon raked a hand through his hair, a pained laugh escaping his lips as he groaned in frustration, draping a heavy arm across your waist.

“(Y/n)…” he whispered, your name like a prayer on his lips.

The bashful grin on his face failed to go away, he could feel the warmth of a fresh blush dancing across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears.

You said nothing, simply turning your head away and closing your eyes, seeking solace in sleep, an escape from the tension threatening to suffocate you both.

Sunghoon lay still, staring into the dimness of the room, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

He tugged at the covers, fidgeting restlessly, squeezing his eyes shut in a desperate bid for sleep.

But the racing of his heart wouldn’t let him rest.

He sat up once more, needing air, needing water, needing…

And then, your eyes fluttered open as you looked up at him again. Without a word, you grabbed his chin, pulling him down into a kiss that stole his breath away.

Sunghoon’s heart nearly exploded, a small sound of surprise catching in his throat as he melted into the kiss, your soft hum of pleasure reverberating through him.

Suddenly you shifted, and it was Sunghoon lying on his back, your lips never leaving his until you broke away, straddling him with careful, deliberate movements, as if afraid of causing him harm.

His heart swelled with emotion as he gazed up at you, completely captivated by the girl who had just turned his world upside down.

“Did I keep you waiting…?” you whisper, expression filled with worry despite your rose dusted cheeks.

“So long… I waited so long.”, Sunghoon teased, squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs as you giggled softly and captured his lips again.

𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝘂 ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.

genre: fluff, crack, humor, smau

pairing: heeseung x reader

warnings: cursing, terrible jokes, little bit of bullying, heeseung calls jake a slut (!)

sorry if there's a few typos during this smau 🥹🤍

puppy love - 심재윤

in which jake makes the most if his (expensive) visit to the vet.

tags: fluff, vet!reader, layla’s not overweight irl but for the sake of the plot let’s say she’s been eating a little too well;;

author’s note: idk i wrote this in like an hour bc of a sudden burst of motivation. no proofreading bc it’s 3am LOL. first fic woo!! enjoy!!!

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jake’s worried. panicking, even.

layla’s laying down next to him in the back of the taxi, her eyes shifting around nervously. jake’s leg is bouncing up and down as anxiety courses through his veins. layla had slipped and fallen down the stairs while he was home and her sharp whining whenever she walked afterwards made him uneasy. so, he was quick to call up the nearest vet clinic and book the soonest appointment for a consultation.

he’s really, really worried though. layla’s never had any bad scares like this one, so he’s not sure what to expect. what if it’s worse than he thinks? what if they tell him layla’s broken a bone? what if layla has to go through surgery? oh god - jake thinks he might throw up.

he’s interrupted from his thoughts as the taxi driver stops the car and announces they’ve arrived. thanking the driver, jake exits the car and gulps nervously as he surveys the exterior of the clinic. it feels ominous.

a bell rings as he pushes open the door, and the girl at the front desk looks up from the computer screen. “welcome in! how may i help you?”

“uh… i have an appointment at 11:30. for layla.” jake responds.

“awesome, i see you in our calendar. please hold tight while i let the vet know you’re here.” she smiles kindly, but it does little to ease jake’s nerves. still, he manages a tight-lipped smile and curt nod in response.

—

jake watches as someone emerge from the back, looking at a clipboard in their hands. “layla?”

he stands up right away, prompting layla who had been laying by his feet to do the same. “yes, that’s us.”

you look up at the source of the voice and send him a pleasant smile. walking towards him, you reach out your hand and he shakes it, but not before quickly swiping his palm on his jeans. “nice to meet you. i’m dr. l/n, and i’ll be taking a look at layla today. how about we head inside so i can take a better look at her?”

jake nods earnestly and gently tugs on layla’s leash to have her follow him into the consultation room in the back. once inside, you ask if he could kindly place layla on the table - a request he readily complies to. you’re impressed at how little he struggled given the fact that layla is a fairly big dog. clearly, he was strong. and maybe kind of cute, too.

“so,” you begin, “what seems to be the issue?”

“she had a bit of a bad fall and she’s been limping and whining a lot since then… i’m worried she might’ve broken a bone or something like that?” jake explains as he runs his hand comfortingly through layla’s fur.

you nod as he speaks, reaching over to assess any damage. after checking her heartbeat with your stethoscope, you flex her hips, gently press on her legs, and check on her paws.

as you do so, layla’s continuously making noises of discontent. initially, you had believed that her right front leg was causing her discomfort since she’d barked sharply when you touched it. however, she’d done the same thing for every other limb you’d touched as well. smiling, you turn your attention to her owner.

“i don’t see anything wrong with layla. her legs are fine, i’d say the shock of the fall is probably what made her respond like that. us people tend to coddle our pets a lot when they get injured, and dogs especially like that attention so they exaggerate it to make it seem worse than it is.”

jake is dumbfounded. “so you’re saying layla was just being dramatic?”

you smile apologetically. “yes… i know it’s not the news you were expecting, but that’s a good thing! means she’s not injured.”

you’re right, jake supposes. but that means i brought her all the way here because she’s a drama queen?!

you note the way jake sighs heavily, and it makes you want to try and console him by making his trip to the clinic seem somewhat worthwhile with basic medical advice.

“however, i would recommend putting her on a bit of a diet. she seems to be just a little bit over the ideal weight, and that can cause unnecessary strain on her joints.” you explain and jake nods, hanging on to every word coming out of your mouth. “after all, we want layla to live a long and healthy life, don’t we?” you coo, reaching out to ruffle her neck.

jake smiles. cute.

wait, what?

he takes this chance to finally look at you. he’d been too occupied previously with worry that he hadn’t been able to actually register what you looked like. now, he can see that you are, in fact, cute. you look around his age, and he’s impressed that you’re a vet this young. you suit the scrubs, but he wonders what you’d wear outside of work.

you pull away from layla and jake snaps back to reality. he’s glad layla’s okay. still, he sternly faces her and points his index finger toward her snout. “alright missy, you’re going on a diet starting today. consider it punishment for scaring me like that.”

chuckling, you turn to face him and he mirrors your action. there’s not much left to say, so he thanks you quickly and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. you stay since you have to log layla’s information in your computer. as you’re wrapping up, you add one more thing in layla’s “additional information” section.

additional information: super cute, looks exactly like owner

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jake silently mourns on his way back home. again, he’s glad layla’s okay. he really is. but he had to pay an extraordinarily large amount of money just to be told that she’s fine. and a little fat.

he glares at layla, who looks back at him with sparkling eyes. his heart melts at the sight, and he sighs as he pets her. jake thinks of you and the fondness in your eyes as you petted the same fur moments prior. maybe something good did come out of his visit to the vet.

suddenly, he gets an idea. he paid a lot of money for this consultation, so he could be a little greedy. as a client, he could ask for your number, right? after all, what if something truly serious happened next time? he’d rather skip the formality of booking an appointment through the website and speak directly with you instead.

so, he pulls up the clinic’s information and calls the number on their website. a girl — likely the same one who welcomed him in — answers and asks what she could do for him.

“hey, i was just at the clinic for an appointment with my dog layla. i hope this doesn’t sound weird, but do you think it would be possible to get the number of the vet who saw layla today? just in case anything happens to layla again. you know?”

jake physically cringes as he speaks. way to not sound weird.

“uhm… one moment please.” the girl responds. jake hears whispering on the other side of the call.

what he didn’t know was that you were right next to the girl on call, sorting through some paperwork before you saw your next patient.

“doctor! layla’s owner is calling and asking if he can get your number..?” your secretary whispers.

you whip your head towards her, not believing what you heard. layla’s owner? the cute, fluffy hair guy?

she looks as giddy as you feel, giggling as she raises her eyebrows suggestively. laughing at her, you give her a thumbs up and she’s quick to bring the phone to her ear again.

“hello? yes, the doctor said there’s no problem. do you have something to write with? okay. her number is…”

you smile to yourself as she recites your personal number. a bell rings throughout the clinic, notifying you of your next patient’s arrival. you greet them and lead them to your consultation room and as you close the door your phone buzzes.

unknown number: hi, this is jake. layla’s dad. thanks again for the help today. if you don’t mind, i’d like to take you out sometime?

you bite your lip to suppress your grin. quickly, you reply.

you: i’d love that. date and time?

CALLS OF CONVENIENCE⌇P. SUNGHOON ✶

( 📞 ) NOW RINGING » Park Sunghoon, an office worker with an odd knack for finding problems, has been calling you for assistance non-stop to address various issues in his office. Naturally, since it’s your job, you always stop by, but you’ve noticed that his problems are often simple to fix and don’t really require any help. So, it’s hard not to suspect that he’s just making excuses to see you.

Whether it’s a computer “glitch” or a “misplaced” file, Sunghoon’s requests for you seem more like opportunities for a chat than genuine emergencies.

PAIRING ✶ office-worker!sunghoon x assistant-fem!reader GENRE ✶ fluff, co-workers 2 lovers FEATURING ✶ jay from enhypen WARNINGS ✶ reader questions / teases sunghoon quite a bit, super obvious hoon 🫡 WORD COUNT ✶ 2.4K+

PICK UP? » this was inspired by something i had seen on tiktok … bits of it never left my mind since … all credits to it because that fueled me to write !! and i thought it suited him so … no thoughts just office worker sunghoon 🫠

"Hello, it's me again," his voice crackled over the line as you pressed the phone to your ear. You let out a small sigh, recognizing this as the third time he'd called just this week.

"Why, hello, Park Sunghoon."

“Huh—oh! You know it’s me," he said, sounding surprised, though you could hear the smile in his voice.

"You've been the only one calling my work number lately, Sunghoon," you replied. "And considering how many times you've called, it's normal to recognize your voice by now, don't you think?"

"I guess so…" he chuckled nervously. "Well, do you have time to come to my office? I need help."

"Help with what?"

"My computer is acting up—I don’t think it’s working properly. Can you help me, please?"

"Sunghoon," you sighed, glancing at the mounting work on your desk. "This is the third time this week. Are you sure it's not something simple?"

"Yes! I really do need your help," he insisted, a hint of sheepishness in his tone.

"Fine," you relented. "I’ll be on my way."

"Really?" His voice went up a notch, brimming with excitement before he cleared his throat. "Thank you so much, Y/N!"

Shaking your head, you stood up and headed down the hall to his office. As you walked, you couldn't shake the thought that there was no way he could be this unlucky.

When you finally arrived at his office, you knocked on the door and heard Sunghoon's voice from the other side inviting you in. As you entered, you saw him sitting at his desk, pretending to look frustrated with his computer.

“What is it?”

“Well, what a way to say, ‘hello’. Good morning to you too, YN,” Sunghoon replied, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“Considering how many times I see you in a day, I don’t have to say that all the time when I do.”

Closing the door behind you, you couldn't help but also comment, “You know, you really should call the IT department for tech problems.”

Sunghoon looked up, still smiling. “Why call them when you've been so great at solving my previous issues?”

"Issues, you say?” you replied, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

“Of course,” he said with feigned innocence. “I would never call you to my office if I wasn’t genuinely struggling.”

"Like how your computer screen froze? When all you could’ve done was just restart your computer?" you asked, giving him a pointed look.

“I didn’t want to mess up more things, so I had to call you,” Sunghoon replied, his face turning a shade of pink as he fumbled for an excuse. It was just so easy for a confident smile of his to dissolve into embarrassment, as if he didn’t set himself up in the first place.

“Okay then, how about the problem with your printer? When all you had to do was refill the ink?”

“I swear I had it refilled last week,” he protested, glancing away. “I wouldn’t have called if I knew that was really the cause of it.”

“And how about the time—the same day as your printer issue—you said you deleted a really important file?”

“Okay, that was a real problem!” Sunghoon said quickly, recalling the incident. “I really panicked when I couldn’t find it on my screen. And you were all I thought about—well, asking for help, that is! Don’t get it twisted!”

“I never said anything,” you teased, unable to hide your amusement. “And all you had to do was check your ‘Recently Deleted’ folder. There was also another copy of it in your downloads.”

“Okay, none of that matters anymore, it’s all in the past!” he brushed off, trying to direct your attention elsewhere. “What matters is that I wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for your great assistance.”

“You could’ve fixed it easily by yoursel—”

“Why don’t we turn our attention back to my computer, please?” he interrupted, eager to change the subject, his voice carrying a note of pleading.

You walked over to his desk, noticing how he seemed to tense slightly as you came closer. Ignoring that, you leaned over to check the computer, both of you staring at the black screen.

“Well, if you see this,” Sunghoon said, pressing the button multiple times to try to turn on his computer. “It doesn’t work.”

“Can you be more gentle?” you suggested, watching as he awkwardly backed away.

“Right, sorry,” he mumbled. “Can you fix this?”

“Sure, get out of your seat, please.” He quickly complied, moving to stand against the wall near his desk. You tried holding down the button, but the computer still wouldn’t turn on. Feeling a bit puzzled, you started looking around the desk. When nothing seemed amiss, you decided to check under the desk and soon noticed a cable...not plugged in.

Grabbing the wire, you held it out and looked at Sunghoon, who was nervously chuckling. “Oh…it was unplugged the whole time…”

You raised an eyebrow, struggling to keep a straight face. “Well, I suppose that explains it.” You plugged it back in, pressed the button once more, and the screen finally lit.

“Wow, who would’ve thought…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly burning up.

“Sunghoon,” you said, shaking your head with a teasing smile, “you know you could’ve checked this yourself.”

“Who would go ahead and unplug their own computer?” he mumbled, glancing away from your gaze. “I wouldn’t have done that on purpose or anything…”

“You’re really running out of excuses, aren’t you?”

“What…what do you mean?”

“You just want to see me more, don’t you?”

“I do not! I mean, as much as I do enjoy your company, I wouldn’t play tricks just to see you,” he said, rambling nervously. “You’ve just been a reliable person I can trust with these office issues.”

Not fully convinced, you said, “Well then, now that your ‘issue’ is fixed, I will take my leave.” You started to get up from his chair, about to walk away, when Sunghoon abruptly jolted.

“Wait!”

His sudden outburst startled you, and you watched as he frantically rummaged through his desk drawers, pulling out two overstuffed folders. “Can…can you help me sort these out? I mean, since you’re here, and you’re so good at handling things, it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for you to help me with my work…right?”

He looked at you with hopeful eyes, his usual composure replaced with a hint of desperation. His attempt to maintain a professional demeanor faltered as he fiddled with the papers, clearly trying to cover up his real intentions. You could see through his act, but the genuine earnestness in his voice made it hard to resist.

“Fine, but only because I’m already here,” you said, with a small smile. As you took the folders from him, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was more about the company than the paperwork.

Sunghoon’s eyes lit up slightly as he grinned and quickly got a chair for you. As you both began organizing the chaotic stack of papers, a comforting silence settled in.

“You know, Sunghoon, I’ve always thought of you as an organized person,” you remarked, glancing at the disarray before you.

“Well, I am,” he chuckled, taking your comment as a compliment. “It’s just that I’ve been swamped with meetings lately, so I haven’t had a chance to sort everything out.”

“I don’t know if I believe that,” you hummed, flipping through the papers. “You still would’ve made sure everything was in the right place.”

“Oh…really?” Sunghoon’s voice held a hint of nervousness. “So, you’ve noticed, huh?”

“Am I not supposed to?” you asked with a playful smile. “Aren’t I the assistant you always call for to fix all your issues?”

“Okay, if you think I made this mess on purpose just to keep you around, you’ve got it all wrong!” Sunghoon quickly defended himself, though his flushed face betrayed his words. “And you know me, I wouldn’t torture myself with a mess just to see you.”

“Relax, I was just teasing. Why don’t you work a bit faster then, hm?”

“You don’t have to remind me about my work, YN,” he pouted slightly, eliciting a soft chuckle from you.

He couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at you every now and then, marveling at the way you carried yourself, the subtle expressions you made as you worked—all of it made it difficult for him to concentrate.

To him, you were the prettiest person he’d ever laid eyes on. His eyes would linger on your features—just looking at your focused expression alone was always enough for him to get lost in the moment, or rather, admiring you. And every single time—without a fail—each look would send a flutter of excitement through his chest.

Sunghoon would catch himself in a daze, realizing he’d been staring a little too long again. He'd quickly snap out of it, giving himself a mini pep talk in his mind.

Get it together, Sunghoon. Focus.

He shifted in his chair, trying to redirect his attention to the task at hand, but it was no use. Every time he glanced up, Sunghoon mentally kicked himself for being so easily flustered. It was ridiculous how just being near you turned him into a nervous wreck. His usual confidence seemed to vanish whenever you were around, replaced by a nervous energy that made it hard to concentrate on anything else.

He tried to distract himself by focusing on his work, but his mind kept wandering back to you—how you laughed, the way you rolled your eyes when he said something silly, and the way you seemed to understand him without needing to say much.

Sunghoon knew he was obvious, but he never failed to deny it. Despite the countless times he’d told himself to just say it, he was afraid he’d only continue to humiliate himself even more. Every time he opened his mouth, the words got tangled in his throat, and he’d end up making some excuse instead.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that you might already see through his intentions and were just waiting to reject him once he finally confessed. The thought made his heart race with fear, and it was enough to keep him from doing anything.

But he pushed his many thoughts aside, trying to focus on the task at hand. He shuffled through the papers on his desk, pretending to concentrate. His nervousness lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the tension he felt whenever you were near.

After another moment of silence, he broke it with a hesitant question. “So, YN, what’s your… go-to coffee order?”

“Hm?” you looked up, slightly puzzled.

“Just… curious! Yeah, that’s all,” he said quickly, his voice a bit too casual.

“I don’t see how my coffee order is relevant to your office problems or work,” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, yes, but I thought it might be nice to know,” Sunghoon stammered. “After all, if I’m going to be a bother, I might as well get you something you like. The least I could do is make up for, you know, troubling you.”

“And what if I don’t drink coffee?”

“Huh? I saw you drinking coffee with Jay the other day—”

“Watching me now, are we? That’s a bit unprofessional for a work setting, don’t you think?”

“No, wait! I wasn’t—I just happened to notice you while I was on my break,” Sunghoon rushed to explain. “And asking Jay would’ve been awkward. So—ugh, nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, noticing his flush deepening. He truly couldn’t hide it well.

“Yes, ignore me and continue helping me, please,” Sunghoon replied, the pink blush on his face becoming way more evident than before. Was he that painfully obvious with his tactics?

Either way, he wanted to get out of there—this was becoming too much for him, and his usual ways of calming down weren’t working. You couldn’t help but slip a small giggle at his discomfort.

“Well, I’m actually done now,” you said with a playful smile.

“Wait—already?!” His astonishment was clear as he glanced at his side of the desk compared to yours. His papers were still scattered in disarray, while yours were neatly organized and back in their folder.

“Yep. While you were busy being a nervous wreck with your, well, overwhelming thoughts, I managed to focus and finish up,” you explained, sliding the organized folder back to him.

“Oh, right,” he mumbled, still taken aback by how efficiently you handled the task. He should have anticipated it, considering your ability to get things done swiftly—one of the many reasons he admired you. “Thank you, YN.”

“Do you have anything else you need help with?” you asked, your tone friendly.

“Uh, no, thank you,” Sunghoon replied, his cheeks still burning. He was mortified by the series of blunders he’d made in such a short time, and the embarrassment made him wish he could just disappear. He couldn’t believe he’d made such a mess of things.

“Listen, YN,” he started, sounding unusually earnest, “I’m really sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused. I didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries with my questions or requests. And for all the office issues—silly as they might seem—I genuinely appreciate your help. So, um, you can leave now. Thank you again.”

“You don’t need to apologize, Sunghoon. I promise you’re fine,” you reassured him. His expression softened at your words, though he seemed still lost in thought about his mistakes earlier. “You haven’t done anything to make me uncomfortable, and if you had, I would’ve told you.”

As you stood up from the chair and walked toward the door, you glanced back at him. His gaze darted away from the door, though it was clear he was trying to sneak a look as you left.

“Caramel macchiato,” you said.

“Huh?”

“My coffee order,” you clarified. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Wait—” Sunghoon’s surprise was palpable. “Oh, oh—! Noted! I’ll make sure to remember!” he stammered.

“See you tomorrow, Sunghoon.” You flashed him a final, warm smile. Despite knowing he’d probably call you again, and he knew you knew, you still left him a bit flustered but smiling. He shyly nodded, silently whispering a thanks to you again.

As you closed the door behind you, you heard him mutter to himself, struggling to regain his composure. You could hear the muffled noises of his excitement and embarrassment as you walked away, and it made you chuckle.

You left his office with your heart lighter and your mind buzzing with the possibility that maybe these calls meant something more. Finally getting the answers to the questions you’d always had in mind, it became clear to you that Park Sunghoon was undeniably charming.

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