GUYS ANTONS HAIR???? Almost Just Made A Mess Of Myself (sorry, Too Much? )

GUYS ANTON’S HAIR???? almost just made a mess of myself (sorry, too much? 😞)

See now I want to read about desperate Hoon that busts quick because he just feels so good but he doesn’t give up after just one round..

I want to read that too🤭

warnings. masturbation, fleshlight use, overstimulation, virgin Hoon, wet & messy

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“Wait, so you’re telling me your twenty-one year old brother has never had sex? Bullshit.”

“Dude, he’s such a virgin.” Your friend says in a disgusted manner. Peering across the room at her younger brother. “I pity him.”

“I don’t get it, he’s not that bad.” You ponder out loud, squinting at Sunghoon’s outfit. “He looks.. like he at least washes his ass now.”

“Ew.” She slaps your arm, shoving you. “Don’t be gross, he’s still my little brother.”

“Right right, I’m just saying.” Between a yawn and a laugh, you shove her back. “I can crash here tonight right?”

“Yeah, take the couch though. My beds gonna be a little too full.” She winks mischievously. Waving you off before turning away to find her toy for the night.

“Better than the floor,” you trail off, continuing to watch your friend's brother shove his way toward the stairs to his bedroom. “But a bed is always better.”

Leisurely taking your time to push your way through the throngs of people still partying and drinking, you watch him reach the top of the staircase. Jogging off to his long time unused bedroom after months away at college. It’d been awhile since you’d last seen Sunghoon. More filled out now, braces long gone, the baby fat that used to mask his jawline melted off. 

He looks.. good. Good enough to entertain you at least. That’s what has you tiptoeing up the stairs, aimlessly wandering down the hallway in search of a bathroom to accidentally stumble into. 

This door at the end of the hallway must be the bathroom, not the open one you just passed that clearly had a visible sink and toilet from the corner of your eye. Certainly not the same bathroom you’ve used nearly every week since high school whenever visiting your friends house. No, it’s definitely this one, the only closed door up here.

“Oh my God.” You screech, gripping the doorknob tightly. “Sunghoon?”

A loud thud resounds before his anguished groan can follow, reaching for the back of his head to rub at a bump quickly developing. He scrambles to grab at his blanket, a pillow, anything to cover his lower half with. Not moving fast enough for you to miss the flesh-colored flashlight shaped rod rolling by his thigh. “Shit!” He mutters, breathing heavily and slamming a pillow onto his boxer clad hips. “Can’t you knock!”

“Sorry!” You jump nervously, stepping inside of his bedroom to shut the door behind your back. “I was looking for the bathroom!” 

That’s a lie, of course. With an arched eyebrow, you lean against the door. “Remember me Hoonie?”

The look he gives you couldn’t be more awestruck, already stammering before he can even get a word out. “Wh-what?” He questions, voice cracking.

“Don’t think I’ve ever actually been in your room.” Pushing off the door, you strut toward his bed. “All these years knowing your sister, and you’ve never once invited me inside of here.”

“Wh-why would I?” Sunghoon’s lips part open, digging his hand into the pillow to keep it secure against his hips. “The bathroom is uh.. on the left.”

“Don’t have to go anymore.” Sitting down on his bed, you fight back an amused smile. Quickly snaking your hand to the space by his thigh to grab the stem of the toy he did a poor job of hiding. “What were you doing with this?”

“Oh my God.” He gasps, shaking his head. “N-nothing! I don’t even know what that is!”

“It’s already lubed up.” You snort, pointing the entrance of the fleshlight in his direction. “Did you really ditch this party your sister threw to welcome you back home for the summer to come fuck your pocket pussy?”

“She didn’t throw this party for me!” He squeaks, angrily reaching for the toy you keep swaying in his face. “None of my friends are even here!”

“Your friends are losers, that’s why.”

“Hey!”

“What were you about to do with this Sunghoon?” Pointing the fleshlight at his face, you sit up on your knees. “What’cha hiding under that pillow, huh?”

“Ugh, w-why are you doing this!”

Shrugging, you prod the fleshlight closer to his mouth, forcing him to lean away. “Never seen a guy use one of these, this party's boring. I don’t need a reason.”

“I wasn’t going to use it!” He whines, pushing up the bed to rest his back against the headboard he just hit when you busted into his room. “My stupid friend, he left it here!”

“You guys all fucking this thing? God, your sisters right..”

“What?”

“You’re really a virgin?”

“What!”

Tossing the fleshlight at him, you settle comfortably onto his bed. “Go on, don’t mind me.”

Sunghoon gulps, watching the fleshlight roll back and forth on the pillow on his lap. Dropping his head back with a grimace, he uses his free hand to rub over his face. “I’ve never used it before.”

“You’ve never done a lot of things before.”

“Shut up!!” He cries, making a laugh rumble up your chest. 

“Cute.” Reaching to pat his knee, you pull on the edge of the pillow. “I’ll help you.”

“What?!”

“I’ll help you.. can’t be too much different from the real thing..”

Sunghoon lets out a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut a few times trying to talk himself out of this situation. “You won’t tell anyone?”

Studying the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down, you shrug. “Your secrets my secret.” Reaching for the pillow, you tug on it again. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

Taking a few more heavy breaths, he allows you to slide the pillow off to his side. Prominent bulge coming into frame, struggling against his boxers. 

This up close look at his crotch shoots heat between your own thighs. Clenching together as you position yourself more comfortably.

“Do you have to stare like that?” He whispers weakly, grabbing onto the hem of his boxers.

“I wanna see..”

Cursing under his breath, he slowly rolls the material down. The tip of his length popping out into view. Standing hard between his hip bones the more he releases himself.

“Woah..”

“What?!” He panics, ready to cover himself with the pillow again. Grabbing it before he can, you push it behind yourself. 

“N-nothing, I didn’t think you’d..”

“What? What!”

“You’re big.” You swallow, nodding, running your palms up and down your thighs. “Didn’t expect that.”

“That’s good, right?” Biting down on his lip, he continues to shimmy out of his boxers. Successfully getting his jeans and underwear under his balls, ass naked on the bed. 

“Yeah.. s’good..”

“Cool.” He mumbles, eyebrows furrowed together. 

“You’re uhm—“

“What now?!” Sunghoon nearly whines again, biting down on his plump bottom lip to stop himself. Pulling his shirt up on his stomach enough for the head of his cock to not leave a mess on the cotton material. 

“You’re so wet.” You note, sounding shocked. Having to cool your dry throat with a thick swallow of saliva. “Did you p-prep yourself or something?”

“N-no… I always get like this.”

“Oh.” Oh wow, fuck. A shiver runs up your spine, unable to look away from the visual between his parted thighs. Thick veiny cock full of blood, pink and enlarged at the tip. Glistening with precum down to his smooth practically hairless sack. 

“Not normal?” He asks apprehensively, grabbing onto the fleshlight. 

“Not abnormal..”

“What do I do?” He sits up straight, looking at the fleshlight. 

“Put it inside.”

“Put wha—“

“Your cock baby, come on, you know what to do.” You inform, nodding for him to move it closer.

The nickname rolls tremors through his limbs, peering at you beneath his dark eyelashes. He grips onto his cock around the base, pursing his lips shut to hold in his moans. The lips of the fleshlight feel cool to the touch, grinding the backs of his teeth together as he slides it over his tip. 

“That’s good Hoonie.” You almost moan, bending in closer for a better view. “Now push inside, slowly, take your time.”

Sunghoon tries, he really tries to move slow, to feed his cock inside inch by inch. But the second the fleshlight wraps around his cockhead and sucks him in, he loses his breath. Eyes rolling up to the back of his skull as he thrusts up and penetrates the entirety of his length fully inside of the toy. “Ooh—oh my fuc-fucking—“

“S-slow down Hoon—“ you whisper, lips covered with spit. Mesmerized by the slap of his balls hitting the shaft of the toy. Fucking the fleshlight up and down his length at a maddening speed right off the jump, he groans loudly. Moaning prettily between his broken grunts and bitten down shouts. 

It only takes a few minutes before he’s clenching his ass, falling flat to the bed. Failing to turn away as he jerks the toy up and down his cock faster. “Fuck! Fuckfuck!” Sunghoon’s shattered moans shiver through your chest, grabbing onto his knees as you lower closer, huffing noisily. 

“I c-can’t! Can’t!” He barely even tried, immediately fucking himself without restraint. Getting his cock slippery and hot inside of the fleshlight, losing himself more and more with each light touch of your hand on his body.

Stilling his hand on the toy, he arches up prettier than a girl. Small waist dipped in, cock shoved deep inside the fleshlight. Releasing spurts of cum, so much cum, spilling out of the toy onto his pelvis with another weak thrust.

“You came so much.” You gulp, mouth hung open. Inching closer to his stomach covered with white gooey liquid. The glossiness coating his tight abdominal muscles, trembling between the crevices with every twitch and convulsion. The room fills with his panted heavy inhales and exhales, trickling heat down your spine. It’s so hot, so fucking hot to see up close like this. How desperate and weak he looks, fat cock jerking against his stomach.

“You’re still hard.” You mumble in disbelief, wiping at the drool forming at the corner of your mouth. “Fuck.”

“Y-yeah.” He nods rapidly. “Takes..awhile.”

“You.. you should..” eyeing the fleshlight stick tightly gripped in your hand, you hold it over his length. Jaw hung as his cum dribbles out onto his size. “You should.. d-do it again.”

“Huh?” He coughs, head shaking. “N-no—ahh!”

Before he can protest, a wad of spit slaps his length. Gripping him at the base to place his tip against the fleshlight. “You need to Hoonie..”

“N-no s’okay!” He writhes, sitting up on his elbows with wide eyes. “F-fuck!”

Shamelessly directing his cock between the fleshlights lips, you practically salivate. Lowering your mouth closer to his sack. “You can do it..”

“Okay! Okay!” He agrees, head falling back against his pillows. Planting his feet on the bed, he thrusts up against your hand wrapped around the toy. Letting out a shout undoubtedly drowned out by the parties music blasting from downstairs. 

“God, this is crazy.” Mumbling under your breath to yourself, you help him as much as you can. Wrapping one of your arms around his calve, fucking his pounding cock back with the fleshlight. The friction against his length so wet, it gushes around the room. Loud and sticky, clapping his drenched cum-coated balls against his ass. “S-so hot, fuck.”

Sunghoon shouts between gritted teeth, digging his fingers into the bedding by his hips. Crying out, he ruts up faster, shaking the bed under his weight. The fleshlight nearly slipping from your grip. “N-no! I’m cumming!”

Even faster than the first time, he stills, sock covered feet curled into the bed. Head thrown back fully exposing his long veiny throat. 

“Fuck Hoon, this is—“

“Nnnghh..” he groans, collapsing against his bed. Head tossed side to side letting out harsh ragged breaths. 

“How are you still so hard?” You ask, pupils blown wide. Fully expecting his limp cock to slip out of the fleshlight. “Can you go again?”

The maniacal look you give him brings his knees together, shaking his head against the bed. “N-no.”

“Don’t lie to me Hoonie..”

“R-really can’t.” Letting his eyes fall shut, he sighs. Exhaustion absorbing him after emptying himself one after the other. He can usually spend hours at it, filling up sock after sock and failing to edge himself longer than 5 minutes. The fleshlight felt too good though, milking and sucking his cock exactly how a real pussy would, at least he assumes..

“Hoon..”

Blinking his watery eyes open, he gasps, mouth hung open. The tears hanging at the corners of his eyes pouring down his face as he takes you in above him. Kicking his legs open with your knees as you sit up and lift your top off. “Can you?”

Opening and shutting his mouth, he shakes his head with a ‘no’, words unwilling to leave his lips. Sinking deeper into his bed as you crawl forward and bracket his head with your arms. “Good boy.”

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ECSTACY | psh

PAIRING : loser!hoon x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS : “He watches you like he wants you to wreck him, like he wants you to make him your most remarkable one, the kind you would think about during the nights you’d spend writhing under other men.” He's just down bad for you.

WARNINGS : SMUT, p in v, kissing, grinding, unprotected s.ex, teasing? begging, reader is kinda mean, dry humping, making out, hickey.

wc : 2.3k+

MDNI

a/n : Try to ignore any and all grammatical errors and typos if possible!! This hoon is for the history books because the glasses!??? THE BLACK SHIRT!??? SIR!? I'm on my knees. ALSO OMG TAGLIST FOR FUTURE WORKS ANYONE??

Sunghoon’s gaze falls on you. The gentle overhead lights of the lecture hall bounce off the gloss on your lips. You sit with your legs crossed and perched up on a desk, the skirt riding up your already exposed thighs and Sunghoon feels the air get knocked out of his chest. 

He walks into the room and hopes he gets to walk out without garnering any notice from you. Because any and every interaction with you left him pathetically holed up in his room with his hands down his pants and the image of your gloss staining his twitching cock clouding his head.

“Nerd party’s over?” you ask- your voice an echo. Your eyes fall on Sunghoon, his back to you, the black shirt stretching just right across the span of his shoulders. You pretend it doesn't strike up something inside you. 

Sunghoon turns to look at you, “Facilitation ceremony” 

You let his words run through and out your ears and walk down the stairs towards him. “Same thing” you shrug, disinterest coats your words. 

“Right” he mumbles a quick tight-lipped response and goes back to shuffling around with papers on the lecturer's desk. 

Walking around the desk you come to lean by the edge, your eyes trailing on Sunghoon the entire time. “Ugh, you're literally no fun,”  you say, your head lolling back. 

Oh, Sunghoon could be fun but he didn't want to come off as a creep so he stands back with the response behind his lips. Instead, he leans in, and the distance between the two of you fogs with tension, “What makes you so fun” His tone doesn't hide a whole lot of what he was feeling but it rattles you just fine. 

“A lot of things Hoon” You inch closer, your thighs now on the desk, your legs brushing against his. But Sunghoon’s mind is point-blank, the touch of your skin against his pants leaves him dodging your gaze. But when he finally meets your eyes you find his gaze growing dark. 

“Show me” 

And so you do. 

You push him lightly, his body slumps down in an empty chair, his hands lay on his thighs, gaze on you. He watches you like he wants you to wreck him like he wants you to make him your most remarkable one, the kind you would think about during the nights you’d spend writhing under other men. So when Sunghoon lets you climb him you take it upon yourself to make this the best he’d ever had, the best he could ever have. 

You fall into his lap, your fingers running over his shoulder blades, tracing every curve. “Touch me” Your tone leaves it as a whispered request, it's almost like you're asking him to take you, keep you all for himself. 

You look up at him, feigning innocence and Sunghoon feels the pressure build up. 

“We don't want that” his voice touches an octave that makes you quiver. 

“Why baby” Your fingers move over his nape and slide into the brunette mop of his hair, your nails lightly scratching against his scalp. 

“Not here” he mutters, “not now”, his words echo a warning and you feel yourself grow eager and restless at the rumble of his voice. 

A chuckle sits at the edge of your throat but you bite your lips to keep it in. Sunghoon watches your teeth sink into the flesh of your lower lips and he realizes he's lost all his mind to the pink of your lips and the feel of your body pressing into his. 

His hands move until they find your ass and when they do you feel his fingers dig into your skin. Him squeezing your ass in the slightest earns him a low groan out of you and you hate how easily you gave it away.

The corner of his lips turns up, a smirk sits on the edge of his mouth and you want to wipe it off the second you see it turn into a cocky grin. So you do what you'd been dying to do- even though you would never actually admit to having such emotions, and dive in. 

It catches you in a great deal of surprise when Sunghoon's lips meet yours halfway through, so eager, so ready. His glasses slip over the bridge of his nose and he grabs them the second he realizes it hinders your movements. The glasses lay askew on the nearest desk, long forgotten. 

“But I liked them,” you say, your lips curving into a pout while you try to be as convincing as possible. But Sunghoon could see right through you and as much as he wanted to believe your words he decided against it.

“Whatever” and with a frustrated mumble of words he lifts his hips to reach for the discarded pair of glasses, slipping them back on. You catch his lips in a haste the very next second. 

You smile against his lips but Sunghoon was too busy fighting for entrance to notice. His teeth pull at your lower lip, almost begging for you to open up and let him in. 

So when you do, your tongue meets his in a fiery haste and you let his lustful rage take a hold of you. His hands inch upwards and stop at the dip of your hips and you feel his grip on you, the blunt curves of his nails marking your skin and that drove you right over the edge. 

Your lips leave his and you feel your body vibrate with the low growl of his pants. Your fingers- still tangled in his hair, pull on the strands until his head falls back and leaves the skin of his neck exposed. 

You attach your lips to his jaw and leave sloppy kisses on your way down to his neck. When you hear him groan, you suck harder hoping it wouldl leave marks and bruises too noticeable to hide because at that moment you wanted him all to yourself. 

Your fingers inch lower until your nails bump against his belt and you pull on it the moment you get a hold of it. Sunghoon lightly thrusts his hips into you in response and you moan as his bulge pushes into the wetness of your core. 

He loved feigning innocence and you realize at that moment that he wanted to make you beg for it. So you tug on his belt a little harder whilst digging your tongue into his mouth and you feel him chuckle against your lips the next second. 

“Fuck you” 

Your words are hurried, annoyance drips off your lips and you look at him with your eyebrows furrowed. But Sunghoon is simply dumbstruck by the swell of your wet lips, the red of flushed skin. 

“Yeah?” his voice scratches against his throat, the word a question, almost taunting. 

“Yeah” you respond as your lips dive into him but Sunghoon catches them with ease. When your teeth find his bottom lip, they sink into it and sink until the taste of iron coats both your tongues. 

You feel him play with the hem of your skirt and watch his hands disappear underneath the black cloth. His eager fingers reach you and you gasp into his mouth at the press of his knuckles against your throbbing core. 

“You like that”, the bite in his voice leaves you breathless and you take it upon yourself to conceal every sound that would fall over your trembling lips henceforth. 

Your body leans on his, your weight balanced over his tensed shoulder as your fingers fiddle with the buckle of his belt. They slip and miss every time and your growing frustration simply gets a chuckle out of Sunghoon. 

“Say it” 

“Need you” the rasp in your voice makes Sunghoon take notice of the bulge in his pants, straining against the fabric, coming away slightly wet. 

You move to catch his jaw with your lips while your hands inch lower until your palm presses against him. Sunghoon’s head is thrown back the moment you press down on his bulge a little more, the pressure making his eyes roll. 

When you feel your patience wearing thin you let him hear what he'd been wanting to hear, you let him hear your desperate whimpers, you let him hear the “please Hoon” you whisper into his ear. 

And you know it worked when moments later you find him shuffling and moving under you, unzipping his pants. You feel the tip of his cock push into the cloth of your underwear but you make no attempts to slip out of it anytime soon. So you lower yourself until you feel the wetness stick to your inner thighs. 

“Oh god please” he is a whimpering mess underneath you. Your gaze runs over his squirming self, eyes rolled to the back of his head, skin red, dotted with the purple bruises of your teeth and you love it, love how for the night he's yours to keep. 

You abruptly leave his lap and the loss of your warmth jerks Sunghoom out of the undying splendor of your body pressed against his. You stand still, your chest heaving up and down as your push out labored breaths of air. 

Sunghoon has never had anything drive him THIS wild so when you lift your skirt to rid yourself of your underwear he wonders if all of it was real because he's never been in a trance this intense. He loses all his consciousness to you, to your thighs, to the feel of your nails digging into him as you climb into his lap and slowly lower yourself onto his cock. 

“Fuck”, spots dot Sunghoon’s vision, his nails dig in deeper, leaving half moons engraved on your skin. He feels your walls stretch around him as he slides in with ease. 

The sound of your wetness blanketing his cock was his unwinding. Your body jerks lightly in his hold and it makes him raise his hips in response. You bite into the taut muscles of his neck as he thrusts into you without thought and increases the pace by lifting you up and lowering you on him.

Sunghoon couldn't wrap his head around the press of your chest against his, the sting of your bite on his neck, the marks of your nails over his clothed back. He was ecstatic and in a daze and he wouldn't have wanted it any other way. 

When you move with a slightly desperate and hurried pace Sunghoon watches your tits as they bounce behind your black buttoned top, the fabric stretching around the buttons, waiting to be ripped open. So that is exactly what he does, he rips it open.

Your vision is dotted with the buttons of your top flying around and you feel his lips on the exposed skin of your chest the very next second. 

He sucks on it like he wants the taste to linger and find home on his lips. His hands on your hips speed up and you are lowered on him harder. You let a strangled moan out when you feel the tip of cock hit your cervix, the pleasure makes your back arch leaving Sunghoon with more of your tits exposed. 

He loves how it drives him to insanity, how when he moves to leave blooming marks of purple on your chest, he comes away tasting vanilla and how when you grab his jaw and make him kiss you in an attempt to stifle the sounds that fall out of you, he pulls away with the taste of strawberry on his lips. 

“Oh god just there” your words don't make sense to you anymore but Sunghoon catches every syllable and is always left wanting more. So when he rocks his hips upwards and feels his cock reach new depths, you are groaning into his mouth wanting more too.

You move on his cock with a newfound energy and Sunghoon takes it as a sign to move faster because he'd do anything you would ask of him if it got him the sight of your whimpering self bouncing on him. 

His neck is lined with imprints of your bites, the skin around them red and wet but Sunghoon shows no signs of pain because he'd let you bite into him until you drew blood, until you grew enough of him. 

You feel the muscles in your abdomen contract, your walls clenching around him and your hold on his shoulders tightens. Sunghoon feels the vibrations of your groans seep into his body but he wants more, he wants to hear you scream his name so he lifts you up and drives you down on him until he hears his name whispered into his ears. 

“Oh my- ” you're crying out, “Sunghoon”, his name falls over your lips in between pants and when you move to hide in the crook of his neck you feel his lips against your cheeks, curve upwards. He lets you take the lead, lets you decide the pace and you move until you feel the knot in your stomach unwind. 

The warmth of your release coats the both of you but Sunghoon wasn't done. So he thrusts into you, into your overstimulated hole until he feels his cock twitch inside of you. 

When you feel his cum drip down your inner thighs you move in an attempt to climb out of his lap. But his hands on your hips cage your movement, “Let go” you say staring into his eyes with vague interest but Sunghoon gazes back at you with a glint in his eyes. 

All energy had been drained right out of you so you don't give it a fight and simply drop back into his lap. Your eyes feel heavy and your limbs hang at your sides so you give into the forthcoming sleep and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. When you feel kisses being pressed against your earlobe you let sleep take over you.

Sunghoon watches the subtle rise and fall of your chest as you lay against him and makes it a point to memorize the gentle slope of your nose bridge, the sound of your breathing and the feeling of you pressed against him.

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dangerous when wet (p. sh)

more of this—> pairing. sunghoon x female reader genre. best friends little brother AU, virgin loser sunghoon, older y/n, pwop, filthy smut, unintentionally a little soft💀, M/F, one shot

warnings. profanity, alcohol mentioned(they don’t drink), smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 6.7k

now playing. wet dreams//artemas

smut warnings. masturbation, sex toy use, loads of cum, wet & messy, somewhat submissive Sunghoon, loss of virginity, oral, pleasure from pain, overstimulation, unprotected sex, etc

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“You let her fuck you with this thing?” 

“She didn’t fuck me, she just..” Sunghoon trails off, licking his lips repeatedly out of nervous habit. “Held it, while I—you know.”

“While you fucked it.” Heeseung grins, smacking his friend's arm with the now cleaned off fleshlight. “Can’t believe you almost had sex.”

Sunghoon’s mouth opens to respond, quickly shutting it as he thinks about what his friend just said to him. He almost had sex? With you? Since when?! Wait— did he almost have sex?! With you?? His older sister’s hot sexy gorgeous best friend?!?

“An older woman,” Heeseung whistles, waving the fleshlight in his face. “Nice..”

“It’s not like that.” He says in a fast speech, overwhelmed the more he considers the circumstances. You did technically get him off.. sort of touched him.. complimented him? 

“She.. left after, maybe it was my fault.” He pouts, remembering how he couldn’t cum again when you asked. He tried—tried to keep his momentum going, feeling more insecure by the second as the spark in your eyes diminished the more he struggled away from your touch. “Maybe we could have.. gone further.”

“I don’t have much experience.” Heeseung admits, cheeks flushed. Sitting down on Sunghoon’s bed where you’d just frowned at him a couple of days ago before telling him that it was okay, and that you should probably head out anyway. “But, what happened? Couldn’t get it up?”

“No no,” Sunghoon sighs, plopping onto the bed next to him. “I think I just ran out of steam, I mean she was..”

“Sounded like she was pretty uh..” Heeseung rubs at his nape with a shy smile. “Rough with you? Sort of?”

“I didn’t mind it..” playing with his dry cuticles, he frowns and slumps over. Hunching his back to express how disappointed he feels. “Never thought a girl like that would ever show any interest in me.”

“You into her?”

Sunghoon shrugs, glancing at his friend. “I guess, but you know.. she’s my sister’s friend, and older.”

“What? Like two, three years?”

“I think twenty-three.”

“That’s not a bad thing.” Heeseung hums, resting back onto his elbows in thought. “Maybe she can..”

“What?”

“Help you.”

“Help me with what?” Sunghoon questions, turning to look at his friend. 

“Lose your virginity.” 

“I doubt that.” Sunghoon nervously scoffs, biting on his bottom lip. “Probably thinks I’m a loser.”

“You are a loser.” Heeseung scoffs, shoving into his side. “But I don’t know, she could be into that.”

“Well my sister invited people over again tonight.” He sighs, flopping back onto his bed. “Think she’s just throwing parties everyday since my parents decided to go out of town once I got home.”

“Crazy how you have such a popular cool older sister, and you’re.. you know, you.”

“That helps my confidence a lot, man.” Sunghoon glares at him, lips tight and face full of agitation. “Thanks.”

“Well it should! Means that she’s into you regardless of that, for some reason..” Heeseung hums, sitting up straight. “If any of your sister’s other hot friends feel desperate and bored.. I’m available.”

“What do you think I should do if she’s here tonight?” Sunghoon ponders out loud, dropping flat with a huff and staring at the ceiling. His dark eyebrows scrunch together, puffing his cheeks out angrily. “Should I act cool? Like unbothered? Or.. maybe talk to her first.”

“Hmm.” Heeseung clears his throat, grabbing onto the hem of his friend's t-shirt. “Well first of all, don’t wear this.”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?!”

“It’s a Spongebob Square Pants shirt dude..”

“And?!”

“You’re never going to get laid.”

“Hey!”

“I want you to get some ass, man!! Take my advice on this.” Heeseung splutters, pointing toward his closet. “You’re 21, you have to have at least one plain black shirt.”

“Yeah. I can change.” Pushing himself to sit up, he mutters under his breath about how nothing’s wrong with his outfit choice. Shoving his closet door open in search of this old button down top he had to wear for his Grandpa’s funeral a couple of years back. It’s not quite his size anymore, a little snug now given the growth spurt he’s experienced these last couple of years. “Basically, try to look like a normie.”

He glares at Heeseung in the mirror, buttoning his shirt all the way to the collar. 

“Well, maybe don’t do that..” he grimaces, nodding toward his chest. 

“It’s too small.”

“Dude, just leave it open. You look fine with your tank top showing.”

Scandalized by the idea of walking around with his undershirt on display, he wraps his arms around his chest. This is probably a dumb idea anyway, why would you come into his room in the first place and do.. what you did.

“There.” Heeseung interrupts his inner monologue, fixing the collar of his shirt. “You almost look like some teen heartthrob about to play the lead role in a Netflix show.”

“Am I giving John B?” He asks hesitantly, ruffling his bangs in the mirror.

“Yeah sure.” Heeseung shrugs, mumbling a short mantra into his shoulder to please get his friend laid tonight. Sunghoon’s damn near hopeless, always tensing up around girls even if he’s not attracted to them. Voice cracking and stuttering if they so much as blink in his direction. He needs this more than anyone he knows. “Think your sister will get mad if I stick around for the party?”

“She won’t notice us. Our kind don’t exist in her perfect world.” Looking over at his friend, he sighs and shoots him a thumbs up. “Tonight is the night.”

Forcing a smile on his face, he shoots his friend a thumbs up back in return.

God, please let tonight be the night.

—————————-

“I’m not good with alcohol.” Sunghoon rushes to say as Heeseung fills up a red solo cup with chilled beer.

“You’ve never tried any, how would you know?” 

The gold fizzy liquid taunts him, held up near his nose by his friend's hand tempting him to drink it. “It’ll help you, you know,” he nods in your direction. “To approach her.”

It’s been two hours now of standing around, making small talk with his friend as they holed up against a wall and watched a slew of muscle head gym rats infiltrate the living room; swarmed by girls way out of their league.

“If I can’t approach her sober, I doubt this will help.” He mutters, taking the cup with a sour face. “She hasn’t looked at me once.”

It’s true, you’ve been across the room by the hallway flirting with some tall good looking guy. He must be your type given the amount of times you’ve playfully slapped his chest and leaned in closer to him to let him whisper in your ear. Sunghoon can’t even muster up the courage to stare at you for longer than a minute despite the fact that you haven’t noticed his presence.

“Take her that beer.” Heeseung taps the cup. “She hasn’t been drinking anything, maybe you can break the ice that way.” 

“You want me to talk to her?!”

“Talk to her or stay a virgin until you die.” The ultimatum his friend gives him rings through his ears. Eyeing the beer in his hand one more time before glaring at Heeseung. He straightens his shoulders and makes his way across the house. 

Every muscle in his body screams at him to stop. Each step feels like what he can only imagine walking through a pool of molasses would feel like. Working to control his breathing when he finally makes it over to you. 

“Hey!” He clears his throat. Standing there wide-eyed, frazzled akin to an innocent wild animal caught in headlights.

“Hoonie?” You squint, gaze dragging down from his face to the space of his chest that’s exposed. “What are you doing here?”

“I—I live here.” He coughs, holding the red cup out toward you. “I saw you over here and thought you might—“

“Oh no, none for me tonight Hoonie.” Waving your hand to dismiss him, you give him a small smile. “I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, Hoonie.” A deeper voice mocks. The guy that’s been talking your ear off all night mocks him, dragging out the nickname you keep using.

Sunghoon quickly nods, fast to turn around before clenching a fist at his side and spinning back around to face you. “I can do it!”

“What?” You ask, eyebrows knitted. “Do what?”

“The thing..” he whispers, eyeing the guy standing between the two of you. “I can do it.. more.”

“Oh yeah?” You grin, sizing him up again. “Been practicing?”

“What’s going on here, why are you still bothering her.” The guys speaks up again, shoving Sunghoon’s shoulder. “Get out of here twerp.”

“I have been.” Looking into your eyes, he quickly nods and takes a few steps back. 

“Who cares, go away loser.” The guy shoves him again, making his shoulder ache. Sunghoon groans, nodding at you before rushing out to the backyard door for fresh air. His face feels hot, palms sweaty, head throbbing. Talking to you like that.. saying that to you, he can’t believe himself. 

He crouches down on the back porch, taking in deep breaths to calm down his racing heart. This entire experience has been humiliating, from when you accidentally entered his bedroom to whatever the hell he just tried to pull right now. So humiliating.

“Hey you.” The light tap of a foot nudges into his lower back. Slowly he lifts his wet eyes to find you shutting the sliding door shut behind your back. “What are you doing down there?”

Sunghoon sniffles, slowly dragging his nose across his forearm to wipe the snot that's started to drip as he holds back tears. Pouting pathetically from his crouched position, he tilts his head back to look up at you. “Felt dizzy.”

“You drunk?” Squatting down by him, you cup his chin. Turning his face side to side, soft eyes checking him to see if he’s fine. 

“No.” He mumbles pitifully, dropping his cheek to sit in your palm. “Embarrassed.”

A light snort passes through your nose, caressing his cheekbone. “Have you really been practicing?”

Only my entire life. Sunghoon has to stop himself from blurting out. Blinking bashfully as his cheeks warm up under your touch. “Not really, but I know I can do it again, and longer..”

There’s a beat of silence between the two of you, gently tracing up his face to smooth out his eyebrows and push back his bangs, you nod. Tight lipped as you look him over again. “Your sister can’t find out.”

Sunghoon’s eyes light up, sitting up straight out of excitement and landing on his knees. “Really?!”

“Ugh, don’t sound too excited.” You scoff and laugh. Grabbing onto him to get up with you, you nod toward the house. “Before we go inside.. I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything.” He says too eagerly again, cringing at himself. “What is it?”

“Come here.” You motion, leaning back against the wall close to the backyard door. “You know, your sister told me to stay away from you. She must think I’ll be a bad influence.”

“She’s wrong.” Sunghoon chokes out, beginning to feel chilly from the nighttime air. He steals a look inside, spotting Heeseung trapped in a conversation with two of his sister's other friends.

“I’m risking my friendship for you.” Sliding your hands onto his stomach, you gather the fabric of his open shirt between your fingers, slowly moving up toward his chest. “Hardly recognized you tonight.”

“Really? It’s an old shirt..” he says shyly, gulping hard. Dropping his head to focus on your pretty hands opening up his top, moving onto his chest. 

“When did little Sunghoon Park start getting so buff?” You ask flirtatiously. Smoothing your palms up from his chest to his neck. Slowly gliding behind to his nape to cup around him. “And tall, lost all that baby fat from your face. What happened to your big round cheeks?”

Already knowing the cheeks in question are beat red by now, he huffs out a breath, grateful for the cold night air now. The only salvation he has now as his body heats up and his heart beats so loud he fears you can hear it. “I guess a few months ago..” 

“You’re seriously a virgin? No bullshit?”

Sunghoon sighs, twisting his face and nodding. “Not by choice.”

“A twenty-one year old male virgin, I’m sure it’s not by choice baby.” Scratching at his nape, you chew on your bottom lip. “Are you sure about this?”

“A-about?” His eyebrows lift, nodding much too fast. “I’m more than sure about this! I—I’d even beg.”

He’s not past groveling, not anymore. The small touches you’ve been giving him already have him sprouting to life between his thighs. Drowning in his fear that last time was a fluke, that you may never touch him again. Maybe he did edge himself in the shower a few times this morning, and maybe he jerked off a few times after to make sure he could actually handle it. But admitting that would be more mortifying than anything.

“Can you show me again?” You ask mischievously, the tip of your tongue dragging between your teeth. “Show me how you touch yourself?”

Sunghoon visibly swallows, grabbing your hands from his neck to head inside. Pulled back by you hooking onto his elbows and dragging him away from the door. “Right here.”

“W-what?!” He asks exasperatedly, gawking at you in disbelief. “Someone could see!”

“Eh, no one in there cares.” You shrug, taking a hold of his hands. Swinging them side to side with a sleek smile. “Come on, if you expect me to believe you’re down for this then you shouldn’t have a problem. I’m sure you’re hard already.”

“But, why?”

“I wanna see you do it without that pussy pocket to help you.”

Sunghoon’s chest flutters, eyeing the sliding doors. He steps away to the corner you’re against. Biting down on his lip, he reaches for his belt to undo his bottoms and wrap his digits around his length. They’re cold to the touch compared to the warmth that’s begun to fill his dick, the contrast immediately setting off surges of excitement through his nerves. He hisses and pulls out his palm to blow on it. “Cold..”

He eyes you wearily, nervously rubbing his hands together when you move to stand in front of him and motion for him to lower his pants. “I said I wanna see.”

If he didn’t feel humiliated before, he certainly does now. Shoving his pants and boxers under his ass, he sucks at his teeth as his bottom presses against his parents house. His thick length bounces out, dangling up close to his stomach. Blowing into his palms again, he lathers them with a coat of saliva and reaches down to grip himself. “Like this?”

“Just do it how you usually do baby.” You say softly, leaning against the porch fencing. Concentrated eyes stay on his lower half, surprising yourself with how much you enjoy this. He’s just so pathetic, almost submissive with how desperate he is for you to touch him. It’s almost scary how addictive the thought of taking his virginity has become. Fully consuming your head since the other night. 

Sunghoon starts to stroke his length with timid movements. Easing the motion up and down his size, he squeezes the more he reaches the tip. Guiding more and more blood up to his cockhead, painting a brush of red splotches behind on his fair skin. His pretty cock starts to darken, shining at the tip so wet just like last time.

“You really always get that wet?” You question mindlessly. In awe that he’s just been hiding this in his pants all of these years. A virgin with a fat wet cock sounds like something straight out of fiction(ahem)..

“Yeah, I told you it’s—“ he says between ragged breaths, working himself up as his eyes drag up and down your smooth legs. Picturing the different ways he’d kiss up your thighs, maybe even leave a few bite marks behind. “Always wet like this, I didn’t k-know it wasn’t common.”

Uncommon is an understatement. His cock basically drools out precum, glistening all over the tip as he palms himself and spreads the liquid down his rod. “Go faster.” You demand, surprising yourself. Finding his equally confused gaze, you lift your chin nodding for him to do as you say.

Sunghoon grunts, tugging harder at himself. He hunches and pulls from the base to the tip. The ridiculous amount of precum dribbling from his opening glides his palms easily. Suffocating himself as he squeezes tighter and drives his hips to aid his fist fuck. He bites down on his teeth to control his moans, upper half trembling from how hard he exerts himself to work faster.

It’s even crazier to watch knowing that he’s doing all of this because you told him to. Jerking himself off like there’s no tomorrow out here in the cold.

“Are you close, Hoonie?”

“Y-yeah I’m—fuck.” He grits. Pulling and cupping the tip of his cock. Clamping his hand down on the base. He looks at you with enlarged glossy eyes, teeth chattering.

“Hold it.” Glancing toward the house, you move in a few more steps until your chest is pressed to his. Gathering the bottom half of your dress together with one hand as you snake your other down to circle his length. Sunghoon gasps, would’ve bursted if he wasn’t gripping around the base so tightly. 

“Can’t leave a mess behind.” You whisper against his lips, directing his cock past the front of your panties. You ease him inside to rub his tip against your clit. Mouth hung open panting against his. 

“S-shit.” He cries out, rubbing himself against you once. His cockhead shoves between your wet folds, eyes rolling back. Warm sticky seed paints the seat of your underwear. Weighing heavy on the cotton material already drenched in your wetness. 

“Hoon—“ Sunghoon’s eyes shut tightly. Closing off the minuscule space between your lips and his. He presses in, met with soft plump warmth. So fucking soft. The contact spreads electricity through his chest, pulling back a centimeter to find your eyes shut. 

He slams his mouth back against yours more eager, catching your bottom lip between his. The cold air around him grows hotter with each small movement, gliding his tongue between your lips. Cock still rock hard where it stays inside of your panties getting covered with his own cum.

“H-hoon, Hoonie.” You pull back, mouth already appearing swollen. “Your room—“

He nods enthusiastically, drawing himself away from your core with a hiss and pulling on his bottoms. The wetness flooding his boxers makes him grimace, shaking off his legs. “I’ll meet you there.” 

Grabbing onto the back of your neck, he goes in for another impatient kiss. Hungry and desperate to get another taste of your soft lips that feel as if they could melt into his. He groans when you shove at his chest and he pulls away. Apologizing before rushing inside so fast that he trips on the stairs on the way to his bedroom. Cursing and scrummaging to get himself down the hallway inside of his bedroom before you make your way up.

“Oh my God this is happening.” He says in a panic. Searching for a lighter on his messy drawer, he lights up a candle to make his room smell pleasant, something you’d hopefully like. Turns to look at himself in the mirror, dragging his fingers down his cheeks while staring at his lips wide-eyed. 

They’re so pink, a little swollen, and more pouty than usual. This is really happening, he’s going to have sex. “Oh God.” He wails, spinning around to fluff up his bed. Throwing anything off of his nightstand that could be too embarrassing. 

“What if I’m bad?!” He murmurs to himself in a panic. Sitting down on the edge of his bed staring at his door. “What if I’m the worst she’s ever had?!? What if she tells everyo—“

A light knocking at his door stills the world around him. Listening to his heavy breath, picking up on the rise and fall of his chest. He gets up, walking through quicksand to reach the door handle. Taking in a deep breath, he opens up and finds your bright smile, rocking back and forth onto your tiptoes. “Can I come in?”

Sunghoon can’t believe his eyes and ears, not only is a girl asking to come into his room, but it’s you. An older, cute and sexy girl that by and realistic social ranking should never even be aware of his existence. “Please.” He steps aside, directing you to his bed before locking the door and following you.

It’s more awkward than last time, not that he invited you inside last time. Definitely recalling that he yelled at you to get out of his room instead..

“You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.” Reaching for his knee, you try to break the tension building between you. “We can try other things, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“N-no, I,” he sighs, sucking at his bottom lip. Looking at you apprehensively, he turns to his nightstand and pulls out the fleshlight that Heeseung had just been smacking him with some hours ago. Holding it up and shrugging at you. “I told you, I can do it.”

There’s an obvious shift in your eyes when he displays the fleshlight to you. Reminding you of how hot it was last time, maybe even the hottest sexual encounter you’ve ever experienced. “Can I do it for you?”

Sunghoon almost chokes on his saliva, coughing and sitting up. He beats at his chest to clear his lungs, holding the toy out to you and scrambling back onto his bed. Maybe it’s embarrassing how eager he is, but any sense of shame seems to evade his body. Instead he lays back against his pillows, chewing at his bottom lip. “Go ahead.” 

It’s impressive how he moves faster than a trained dog at your command. Grinning as you kick off your shoes and move onto your knees to get between his legs. “You’re still hard, right Hoonie?”

“Yes, v-very.” His hips kick up to allow you to drag his pants and boxers back down. Sighing out of relief to have his dick free again. He pulls at his tank top and rolls it up under his pecs. The hint of muscles lining his stomach deepening with each deep breath he takes. 

“Hoon..” you smile and say his name so pretty, making his cock twitch. “I don’t know how you get this wet.” The touch of your fingers against the lining of his balls makes him arch up. Dragging your digits through the mess of precum and drying nut that’s covered him. You let out a pleased sigh, tracing the wetness up to his tip. “Don’t even think you need lube.”

The amused look on your face doesn’t help as you continue to coat his length in the precum that won’t stop leaking out of him. Softly jerking his cock in tandem with your gentle touches to get him wet everywhere. It makes his breathing pick up, sucking on his bottom lip hard enough for it to feel bruised. He tries to still his hips, tries to control himself.

“So sensitive.” You say, sounding much too pleased.

Sunghoon really tried to hold it in, to contain himself and not confirm what a loser he is in front of your face. But another rub around his sack to smear his arousal has his cock pulsating, spilling out another load onto his stomach with a shy moan. He bites down on his tongue, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Baby..” you croon, gripping around him to milk out the last drop. “That’s so cute, you cum so much.”

Fuck. He could easily cum again listening to you speak to him like that. Expecting you to laugh in his face instead of flattering and complimenting him for having no control over himself. He whimpers, still hard and so so wet now that you’ve rubbed his length against the hot mess that's filled up his navel and abdomen.

“Couldn’t hold it in.” He whimpers, he fucking whimpers. And he can’t wrap his head around anything anymore, not the shame that's melted down his sanity, not the painful way his cock twitches when he can feel your fingers gingerly circle around him. He turns into his pillow and lets out a deep whiny groan. Lifting his hips up for you to push his pants down even lower leaving him exposed from the knees up. 

“You’re still hard, baby. It’s okay.” 

Sunghoon thinks his head will spiral and fly off of his body if you call him baby one more time. Maybe he understands that Britney Spears song Jay’s always playing on guitar now, some shit about hit me baby one more time. 

He struggles to breathe, knowing that if he looks at your pretty hands wrapped around his dick he’ll probably prematurely cum yet again. He tries to think about anything else other than how squishy and soft your chest looks in that dress. How soft your palms are compared to his. How you keep saying such nice fucking his words about his cock and how wet he gets. It’s so humiliating that it feels good, so good. He falls deeper and deeper into the cloud you’ve created beneath him, gyrating his lower half up into your hands to fuck himself inside of your tightened fists.

“Good boy, you’re doing so good, Hoonie.” 

Fuckfuckfuck. You can’t talk to him like that, you can’t keep—

“So much better than last time, making me so proud.” You pant, dropping a wad of spit inside of the fleshlight. Sunghoon tosses his head back into his pillows letting out the loudest cracked moan. He has no idea what’s affecting him more, your soft tone, your lightweight gentle touches. Treating him so carefully, showing him that this means something to you with every cautious movement you make. Even the way you kept asking him and checking in with him to make sure he’s okay with this.

The thought that you could actually like him beyond sexual satisfaction erupts heat in his stomach and he cries out as you lower the fleshlight onto his cock. It’s even better this time, no lube to slicken the way down. The toy suction’s around him ferociously, rubbing the skin of his length harshly against the rubber insides as you move it down and bottom him out in less than 30 seconds.

“Fuck, you’re so big. Such a good boy staying hard for me.” You sound more ragged, breathing out in wheezes. And you firmly grip onto the fleshlight, getting onto your knees to begin pumping his stiff cock. “Hoonie, yes, keep going!”

He’s going insane, violently bucking his hips up. Thrusting into the fleshlight so deep, spilling out all of the precum that just won’t stop leaking out of him. His abdomen tightens, and one of your hands finds his thigh. Gripping onto the side of his muscular leg for leverage as you drag the toy up and down faster. 

“Your fucking fat virgin cock.” You hiss between clenched teeth. Working up a sweat, cunt pouring down your inner thighs crying out with desperate need to be touched.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Sunghoon’s eyes roll back. His long neck arches up, defined Adam’s apple poking out on full display. Wads of saliva collect in the back of his throat and he gags through his moans, struggling to find the ability to breathe properly and heat washes down his flesh in shivers. Bucking up one more time against your determined thrusting, he stills and cums deep inside of the fleshlight. His body spasming on the bed, reaching for his neck to help the cough of air trapped. He sucks in a harsh breath and collapses, spinning with the ceiling above him.

“Wow.” You swallow, popping the toy off of him. Holding it over his stomach to watch dollops of white hot cum pour out onto his stomach muscles. “Hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”

Sunghoon’s chest flutters, his fucking heart flutters. He blinks and coughs, wiping at the drool that dribbles out of his mouth and flattens on the bed, searching for your gaze. “I can do it again.”

He’s crazy, crazy to keep going. Never wanting you to stop touching him even if it hurts for him to cum now. His cock throbs and stays hard laying on his stomach in a pool of his release. It’s so much, trickling down the sides of his torso to his waist. Dangerous how wet he is, could even make you lose your damn mind.

A numb nod is all you can find to respond with, picking up the fleshlight only to throw it aside and pull the rest of his pants off of his legs. Leaving him free for you to spread his thighs open further and position yourself in between.

It’s not common that you ever want to stuff your mouth full of cock, but he looked so good fucking that fleshlight. All you can think about is getting a taste. Bending forward, you pick up his heavy length and test out your curiosity with a slap against your tongue.

He’s cum so much, the taste hits your throat immediately. Picking up layers of his nut with each slap against yourself. You groan and shock Sunghoon as you draw him inside of your mouth and suck around his tip like a lollipop. He lets out one of the prettiest anguished sounds you’ve ever heard. Somewhere between a cry, a groan, an intense call of pleasure. Arching from his waist, he pushes his ass against his bed and clutches at the pillows by his head. 

If he thought your mouth was warm when you kissed, he can only compare it to a hot stove now. When you stand by one for too long and your face heats up, lighting your cheeks on fire. The same thing happens to him now and he shakes his head side to side. He can hear it, how you slap his girth against your tongue and wet flesh on wet flesh claps throughout his bedroom. It hurts and feels so good, he throbs and aches. Nearly throwing himself off the bed when you not only wrap your lips around his bulbous tip, but powerfully suck around him. Gliding your tongue out under his cock and slurping up the stickiness coating him.

Nothing but the sounds of spit, arousal, your wet tongue lapping at his cock fills his head. He cries out loud when you grasp onto his waist and dig your nails in to hold him in place. Sinking your mouth down onto his cock lower and lower until he can feel the tip hit the back of your throat.

“A-ahh!!” He shouts, forced to stay in place. Leaving slices of your sharp nails dug into his alabaster skin, cutting pink and red marks along the sides of his stomach. His hips take control even so, ramming them upward until you’re gagging around him and you pull back. Spit violently lurches out, pouring down onto the soaked area between his hips.

“P-please, I’m gonna cum a-again!” He begs, just like he said he would. Begs so pretty, blinking his dark clumpy eyelashes at you. Fighting the burn behind his eyes.

“Are you ready?” You ask, smearing the spit on your chin. 

Sunghoon feels it again. The area between his eyebrows stretches, his head expands with air, his ears go numb. He watches you sit up and strip your clothing off. Cock throbbing against his hip bone at the unsnapping of your bra. He has to squeeze his eyes shut, shaking his head. He’ll cum too fast, he’ll disappoint you, he’ll ruin everything.

“Hoonie?” 

The same soft tone you’ve used all night shakes him out of his thoughts. Blinking open to you waiting for him with the sweetest smile. Your breasts sit perfectly, waist calling to his hands. He takes a minute just to admire you, to convince himself that this isn’t a dream. It’s too good to be a dream.

“I’m scared.” He says in his head, feeling his lips move.

“It’s okay, we’ll go slow.” You reassure, rubbing up his thighs. “At your pace.”

This is it, his first time. The first time he’ll ever have sex, and it’s nowhere near anything he’s ever imagined. It’s terrifying, making him feel hyper aware of everything. The sheer look of terror on his face must be obvious because you lay down beside him and kiss him. 

Your lips that were just wrapped around him, still so soft. Still filling his gut with heat as he presses in and deepens the kiss by grabbing onto the back of your head. Shifting his hips to one side to throw his leg over yours. He can’t believe how good it feels to kiss you, weighing the thought that this is enough. He could keep kissing you all night, sex isn’t necessary.

But as he pulls away, he looks into your eyes and knows that it's not necessary, but he wants to do this. He wants to do this with you.

“Ready.” He nods, and turns to straddle your hips. Testing out the new position, he places his hands on your shoulders and slowly drags them down. Fingertips run down your collar to the swell of your breasts, your pert nipples, your velvety skin. He takes a deep breath and grabs onto your waist softer than you had grabbed his, evident by the marks blossoming on his skin. Settling his knees between your thighs, he stares between your bodies.

“Tell me everything.” You whisper, reaching for his chest. “Don’t be scared.”

“Can I—“

“Yes.”

Languidly lifting his eyes to find yours, he wraps around his girth. Biting down on his sore bottom lip as he begins to direct his length between your folds, met with a wet gush of arousal kissing around his size. Sunghoon knows sex can hurt for a girl when she’s a virgin, but he never knew it would be him hurting the first time.

The tip of his cock prods around between your folds, lowering to your entrance. He shakes above you, gaze locked on yours, and he’s finally met with your wet cunt trying to suck around his tip. Fluttering his eyes to keep them open, he begins to push in.

“Nnngh..” you moan, breaking eye contact to watch him enter you. The wetness between your bodies glides his cockhead in with ease, clamping down on his thick size regardless. You reach for his stomach, digging your fingers into his sore sides.

Sunghoon hisses, eyebrows furrowing together, and he whimpers again. The suction around his size is not only tighter than the fleshlight, but hotter, and so fucking wet. He can’t handle the immediate pleasure that shoots up his spine. Arching forward inadvertently shoving himself inside of you a few inches deeper. He cries out again, more broken and throaty. “H-hurts.” 

“Slow, Hoonie. You’re doing good.” You moan, digging your thumbs into his stomach muscles. “You’re so big baby, you feel so good.”

“I do?” He asks, sounding genuinely shocked. Wide eyes staring at the rest of his length as he struggles to thrust forward. The skin of your cunt snapping around him hurts and drives him crazy. Becoming addicted to how the tight pain grips the veins lining his length, sucking around him. “Y-youre really—wet.” He whines, rolling his hips forward experimentally.

A couple of inches remain outside, and Sunghoon arches forward groaning. “It’s too m-much.” He says breathlessly. His hearts races, pounding through his chest and roaring in his ears. If this is really sex, then he knows nothing else will ever compare. Nothing will come close to how real you feel, how your pussy pulsates and squeezes around him. The scent of your arousal hitting his nose, the moany gasps you keep letting out. The small moans of his name, baby, your nails scratching down his sides.

That’s all too much, and it feels so good. He’s driving the rest of his cock inside of you. He’s screaming through his teeth. “Hoonie, ahh, you’re so deep.”

“Unnghh..” he wants to agree. Wants to tell you how fucking amazing it feels to be this deep inside of you. It feels unreal, like he’s never been human, never been real. Only this has ever felt real, your body trembling beneath him. The fast rising of your chest, his wet cock sliding back out to the tip. 

Blazing heat pours down his face, wrinkling his nose and mouth together. He thrusts back in savoring the way each inch gets sucked inside. This has to be the heaven they’re always preaching about in church. The hell you have to go through to reach a place too good to be true. This is it.

“Feels—“ he says shakily, voice cracking. “F-feels ahhh!—“

Dropping his hips down faster, he becomes absorbed. Jaw hung open, completely dissolving into the pleasure that’s taken over his body. He builds up a faster rhythm, squeezing around your waist and sinking down lower. “O-oh my God,” he groans against your lips. Dropping his face into the crook of your neck. His back muscles strain and he digs his knees into the bed. Throwing his hips into action the closer his orgasm builds. “F-fuck!”

An extra wet squeeze around his cock stills him. Stuttering in place as you let out a quivery moan and your cunt painfully suctions around him. Breaking a sobbed groan from his throat as he drives his hips forward through your orgasms and his lower half loses balance, sloppily thrusting in a few more times with your slick orgasm splatting out. 

“Oh—my fucking God!” He howls out, breaking off into a mewled whimper. Pouring out more cum than he has all night, he can’t contain it. The creamy wetness trickles out past his width, spilling onto his bed and down between your buttcheeks. The two of you groan in unison, falling limp together as he continues to jerk for a minute and his cock finally softens. Stretching you full with his release.

“Hoon..” you murmur, letting out a long-winded breath with his weight crushed against your chest. “Baby.”

Slowly nodding, he presses a light kiss to your sweaty neck and turns to the side. Leaving the space between your thighs gaping, pouring the rest of his cum out onto your thighs. It takes minutes or who knows how long for the two of you to catch your breath, silently processing everything that just happened. You let out a weak laugh and reach for his hand.

“I don’t know what we’re gonna do.” You mumble by his side, throat dried up after all your moaning and screaming. 

“Huh?” Sunghoon asks lazily, already feeling himself fall asleep. Not that he should with all of this dry cum on his stomach and between his ass cheeks..

“I think we have to tell your sister.”

“What?!” He sits up, more grossed out now by how crunchy the skin on his abdomen feels. “Why?!”

Blinking up at him, you raise an eyebrow. Eyes half-lidded, nodding at your hand in his and squeezing around his fingers. 

Looking back and forth from your intertwined hands to your face, he tilts his head in question. “Hoon, come on.. we have to do this again. Obviously.” You smile shyly, lifting his hand to your lips. 

“Really?!”

“Ugh.”

“Sorry.” He sighs, laying back down with a smile. He stares at you wide-eyed in disbelief even still after losing his virginity to you. “I’m new to this.”

“I know, it’s cute.” 

He blushes, hiding his face in your shoulder. “I’ll tell her it was all my fault.”

“We’ll figure it out.” You yawn, glancing at the time. “We can still sneak in a shower before the parties over. You wanna?”

“Together?”

“Sunghoon.”

“Okay, sorry sorry.” Lighting up with a huge smile, he sits up and waits for you to move. Eyeing him up and down, you smile too. Swiping your hand down from his shoulder to his chest. 

“Think you can go again?”

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