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crazy in love

han taesan x reader

this is so silly. i luv the idea of taesan being an annoying yapper bf and yn being a silly silly gf <3 lowercase intended, some cuss words, pls ignore any spelling mistakes/grammatical errors. enjoyy!

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"be honest with me right now...would you still love me if i was a worm?"

han taesan's laugh echoed against the walls of his cozy apartment, the one he shared with yn ln, the idiot who had asked him the question.

"darling, you know i'd love you even if one day you woke up to find yourself a monstrous vermin!" he'd exaggerate and she'd giggle, calling him a nerd for the obvious line he stole off of franz kafka's book, to which he'd respond with: "if you got the reference, you're just as much a nerd as i am!"

yn gets up and heads over to the kitchen, pouring herself her fifth iced-coffee of the day. "you know you'll get sick if you drink too much coffee, darling" the boy said, chuckling lightly when she rolled her eyes at him, joining him back on their living-room couch. "oh please, you're telling me this like you don't drink just as much!"

it wasn't unusual for the young couple to bicker this way. especially because of how similar they were; two yappers - or at least that's what their friend woonhak called them - who happened to fall in love. the living room was their favourite spot in the whole flat. on off days like this one you would find the pair snuggled up on their soft sofa, a blanket each - because sharing one would almost always end up in an argument.

the wide-screen tv played whatever movie from the late 2000s they decided to re-watch - partly because they enjoyed the routine, mostly because everything that was new didn't quite compare to the "classics". that didn't really matter though, because they'd end up forgetting all about the movie anyways, preferring to entertain each other instead. it could be anything. something as simple as a conversation about what silly prank riwoo pulled the other day, or what kind of an ugly outfit the girl had seen on a mannequin. sometimes they didn't care to talk at all; sometimes they'd kiss, and other times they'd do way more than that.

"darling, how many times have we seen this movie?" taesan asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the familiar scene appeared on the television. "i mean it's not even christmas time yet? why are we watching 'love, actually' again?" his girlfriend gasped in disbelief, looking at him as if the answer was obvious.

"for baby thomas brodie-sangster."

the boy scoffed, "oh please, the man is like- in his mid-thirtees now and he still looks like a baby!" she rolled her eyes again, "well duh! that's his charm! now shut up, you're annoying" she said, glaring at him coldly. it didn't last long though, the minute he shot her that stupidly adorable smile of his, she had forgotten all about how annoying her boyfriend was. her eyes went soft, the pout on her lips turning into a smile of its own.

"what?" he asked, tilting his head unconsciously to the side. he already knew the answer though, just because this has had happened countless times before. his hand moved to caress her cheek, the warmth of his touch making her blush. and then he said, in a voice so proud and almost cocky:

"falling in love with me all over again?"

he expected a nod, an agreement from her, but what he got instead was the shake of her head and an obnoxious giggle. "no...just wondering how i ended up with you- i mean a billion fish in the sea and i ended up with han-can't keep his mouth shut-taesan-ow!" taesan grinned as his girlfriend smoothed her palm against her head where he had jokingly slapped her.

"no, babe that one actually hurt" yn said, putting an end to his glory. his gaze softened and he was quick to react. "shit! i'm so sorry, darling..." he spoke softly this time, just above a whisper, and he pulled her close towards his chest. the boy pressed about a million kisses over the same spot on her head; again and again and again. it was sweet at first, the girl was just about to forgive him- well, until the innocent kisses became ticklish.

"tae...taesan...stop! it tickles!" those were the only few words she managed to muster out in between her laughs. in his usual menacing ways, the boy pretended not to hear his pleading girlfriend. instead, he thought it'd be a great idea to just straight up tickle her on purpose.

"haha! this is what you get, baby. i'm not stopping until you admit you're crazily in love with me...or until i get tired, whichever comes first" taesan taunts as his fingers continue to poke at her sides. "ah! never!" yn yelled, using all the strength in her body to flip him over, landing him on his back. she used his strategy against him, fingers rapidly tapping against his lower abdomen. "fuck..." she stopped and cussed, sitting completely still on his lap.

"you're not ticklish?"

he shook his head, a stupid smirk gleaming against his lips. "ugh, i hate you" she mumbled, giving up and falling down against his chest. his arms wrapped around her waist, her head nuzzled into his neck. "i win...now say it" taesan spoke, stroking her hair sweetly and tucking a couple strands away behind her ear. yn sighed dramatically as she sat up again.

"han taesan, i am crazily in love with you!"

the boy couldn't help but smile, breaking into a loving set of laughter, his hand moving to cover his mouth out of habit. contagious, she smiled as well - even if she hated the fact that she had lost - "i love you too, yn ln...my darling" he grinned, leaning into her lips and closing off any of the excess space between them.

"mm~ i like the taste of this lip-balm...you know if you use it more, i'll kiss you more" taesan said, licking his lips as they parted with her cherry-flavoured ones. "liar...you'd kiss me just the same amount with or without!" she argued, "and what makes you think that?" he retaliated. "cause you're obsessed with me!" her statement makes him laugh, "and you aren't?" he chuckled when she didn't respond.

"that's what i thought"

yn just hummed after that, not really planning on arguing any further. partly cause she was tired from all the tickling, but mostly because she just couldn't. taesan was, correct! afterall, she is just...

crazily in love with him.

the end.

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this was supposed to be a sungho fic but i accidentally wrote it TOOOOO taesan so 😭 but i will write a sungho fic soon so yeppi fans don't sue me pls </3 anyways hope u enjoyed! sorry i havent been as active as i used to be :( tysm for reading, reblogs/feedback r appreciated!! love, kona.

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

i thought abt board student reader that smokes and one she goes outside to smoke and wonbin appears telling her that it's his spot but then they start smoking together and it leads to more.

thank you so much for your request🫶🏻 I hope I could write something as you wanted, enjoyy🤍

Just chatting with Wonbin while smoking<3

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You let out a sigh of relief when you finally had some free time. Being exposed to those people for a long time had tired you out, you had always been someone who liked being alone more. When you went out, you sat on a nearby bench, first inhaled the scent of the air, then took out your cigarette and put it in your mouth, you took the lighter but when you were about to light it... "What a shame you have to leave here." you looked up and picked up your cigarette, the person you saw was none other than Wonbin. You didn't talk to him much, but you heard his name a lot, mostly in a bad way. Everyone talked about how cold and egotistical he was, but you preferred not to listen to the others, as if they were very different.

"Why would I leave?" Wonbin sat down next to you and took out his own cigarette as he spoke, “Because this is my place, I usually smoke here, and you’re going to invade my private time.” You grinned. He had to be kidding, right? “We’re not in elementary school, are you really going to fight over bench?” Wonbin didn’t answer, he looked like he was looking for something, you knew exactly what he was looking for so you handed him your lighter. He looked at your face for a moment and then reached for the lighter but you pulled your hand back. “I’ll sit here?” You asked with raised eyebrows. It was sounded like a question but you weren't going to get up even if he said no. Wonbin rolled his eyes briefly and without saying anything, he grabbed the lighter from your hand and lit a cigarette, handing it back to you, but when you were about to take it, it was him who pulled your hand away this time. "You'd better keep quiet?"

You grinned, grabbed the lighter and lit your own cigarette, leaning back and looking around. Even though the first few minutes were quiet, "Do you take smoke breaks often?" when he heard your laughing, he frowned, not understanding what was funny, you turned to him, seeing his confused face amused you even more "You're the one who just told me to be quiet, and now you're trying to start a conversation?"

He didn't answer, he just took a drag on his cigarette. You did the same. "Usually, yes, I take a smoke break, but I don't see you very often.You?" He studied your face for a moment. "I'm almost always here, but I never noticed you either." He took a drag on his cigarette and continued, "Maybe it's because you haven't caught my attention yet." You were surprised by this statement but tried not to show it. You turned your gaze to the ground with a slight smile. Spoke in a sarcastic tone. "Maybe it's not that important to get your attention." He grinned "Is that so? Maybe I'm more interesting than you think."

The cigarette smoke dispersed in the air, Wonbin leaned his head back and looked up at the sky, today was cloudier than other days. Then he looked at you, you turned around and looked at him the same way. "I don't know if you're interesting, but all I've heard about you are comments about how cold and egotistical you are." Wonbin threw his head back and laughed at what you said, he didn't seem offended at all, he didn't have anything to be offended about "Not surprised, I hear this from many people, I just act cold around people I don't want to be around, which is quite natural."

You didn't comment, he was right, You didn't need people to love you, anyone who wanted to come would come and get to know the real you, Wonbin must be thinking the same thing.

The silence continued as a few more minutes passed, your first cigarettes were already finished. You handed him the lighter as you took out a new one, smiled slightly as he leaned his head towards the lighter, you lit his cigarette. "You're weird." He took a drag on his second cigarette. "And why is that?"

"If you ask, everyone in here knows you but they talk badly about you, at the same time there is a part where you are loved by everyone, they say you look very cold but I see you laughing and having fun most of the time." He listened to what you said without interrupting, the slight smile on his lips never left, he looked at you when you finished your sentence. "Am I being watched or do you do this to everyone?"

The question that caught you off guard made you silenced, no it wasn't actually like that, on the contrary the person you saw everywhere was Wonbin, like something fate was trying to put together but you both rejecting this. When he saw that you were silent, he laughed with his cigarette in his mouth and came forward from the bench he was leaning against. Leaned forward and turned his head towards you, you looked at him the same way. "As I said, I'm only like this with people I'm close to, I may be too cold towards other people but honestly I don't really care what they think of me."

You nodded, not taking your eyes off each other, awkward silence and staring at each other continued for a while. "You're not cold to me, but you don't know me either." This time, Wonbin was the one caught off guard by the unexpected question, he just smiled, averting his gaze to the floor "How am I if I'm not cold?" You tilted your head slightly and thought about Wonbin’s question. It seemed like you wanted to say something about him, so you chose your words carefully. "I don't know. Maybe distant...But it's like there's something else behind that distance."

These words caught his attention. He didn’t take his eyes off yours, his expression becoming a little more serious. "You realized that in such a short time?" You smiled slightly. "Maybe. I like to observe people. But most of the time you only see their surface. I don't know if it's the same with you." Your words made him think for a while, you watched him inhale his cigarette, how he brought it to his lips. "You may want to understand things, but have you ever thought about letting go?"

'Letting go' wasn't something you were familiar with, you had always lived your life planned, maybe every second, but what was different today was that your break time was already over. But you were still here, continuing to chat with him. This new but intense conversation between you had opened the door for both of you to be more open and honest with each other. "Well... if you're curious, maybe one day I can show you what's beyond that distance."

You frowned slightly. “Is that an offer?” Wonbin spoke in a low voice, turning his gaze away from you. "Maybe. Or maybe I'm just allowing some boundaries to open." You sensed a hidden invitation behind Wonbin’s words. You wondered if you were ready to open up more. Silence, but this time it was more meaningful and intense. After a while, you put out your finished cigarette and stood up. He looked up at you and noticed the smile on your face.

"One day I'd like to see what's beyond those boundaries." A slight smile appeared on Wonbin's face as he thought about what you said. He watched you as you walked in, he knew you were different, you had always caught his attention but now his ideas had changed, he definitely wanted to get to know you better, he wanted you.

Hey pookie!!!!

I know you aren't taking asks, but I just wanted to torment you a bit😂🤭. Imagine Heeseung taking viagra on purpose or by mistake...........

I'll leave the rest to your imagination 🙂‍↕️

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warnings. big giant cock Heeseung, he can’t get it up, dubcon, y/n to the rescue, viagra use, smut

“You wouldn’t get it.”

“Heeseung, you’re 22, how bad could it be??”

“Bad.” He sighs, throwing his head back against your computer chair. “Like, real bad.” Spinning around to not see your face, he whispers under his breath. “I’m impotent.”

Ah, you really shouldn’t laugh. Knowing that is probably the absolute worst reaction you can possibly have right now. Not that you can control the boisterous abdomen crunching howling laugh that escapes you immediately, falling back onto your bed clutching your stomach. “Hey!” He rasps, turning back around to glare at you. “Cut it out!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You wheeze, folding your legs in to calm yourself. “Oh God I’m sorry, but you’re such an idiot!”

“I shouldn’t have told you.” He snaps, pulling that pissy brat face he’s been wearing all week.

Another failed date, another failed attempt of getting laid. This is his 3rd this month so far, and it’s only two weeks in. 

“Is that the issue? You can’t get it up?”

“I can!” He splutters, sitting up straight. “I just..”

“Can’t keep it up?” 

“Yeah..”

“Maybe you’re gay.”

“Fuck off.” He mutters, finding the closest plushie around your bedroom to chuck at you.

“Well! It’s possible!!” Rolling onto your stomach, you size him up with a curious glint in your eyes. “I can help.”

“How?”

Instead of answering him, you stand up and snap your fingers. “We’re gonna need some energy for this, I’ll grab you a soda.”

Heeseung scoffs, refocusing on your setup to finish installing a new game you asked him to pirate. He’s good at that stuff, he’s mostly good at everything.. except fucking. 

He keeps going for the wrong girls, the same stereotypical waifu Barbie in a pleated skirt and pigtails. Maybe he needs to switch it up and try something new.. 

Or maybe be just needs some fucking viagra. Before heading to the kitchen, you make a stop at your parents bedroom. Unfortunately, you know exactly where your dad hides a bottle of pills for what can only be erectile dysfunction. Squeezing your eyes shut with a grimace, you steal a handful and make your way to the fridge. 

Heeseung would probably call you crazy for offering him viagra.. if he could just try it first and see how easily medication like this could help him stay hard, he wouldn’t lash out at you like a total brat for making the suggestion. 

Really, he’ll thank you later.

“Coca Cola for your troubles!” You announce, setting down an extra bubbly glass of iced Coke. 

You didn’t crush all of the pills into his drink, only a few. The bottle instructed to take two, three would definitely be enough! The rest would be for later, after he thanks you for assisting him with his problem.

“Thanks.” He mutters, too focused on coding to break into this game to even glance at the cup. He reaches for it without a second thought, chugging down half of the caffeinated drink and following it with a loud belch.

Shit. Caffeinated.. hopefully that doesn’t mess with the viagra. 

His drinks emptied in less than 10 minutes, eyeing the empty cup he sets back down while loudly chomping on ice. You lay back and continue to scroll through your phone, informing him of what’s happening inside of the online world on your device.

He sighs and reaches his arms up high to stretch, cracking his knuckles. “Alright, you’re all logged in and ready to battle.”

“Sweet.” 40 minutes flew by fast. Sitting up nervously you keep a close eye on him. “So uh, what have you been playing as of late?”

“League, you know that it’s always league.” He huffs, glaring at you. “Do you not have the air turned on?”

“Are you hot?”

“Are you kidding me right now?! Feels like a boiler room.” Heeseung gripes, tugging on his shirt collar. His cheeks flush and get pinker by the second, licking at his upper lip. He shifts in your chair, lifting his hips up side to side one at a time. “I’m sweating my ass off.”

“Do you feel okay?” You squint, moving to get up and check his temperature. Shoving back his bangs to press the back of your hand against his forehead. He visibly shivers, clutching onto the chair’s arms when your skin rubs against his, eyes fluttering shut, lips parted open. “Dude, did you just moan?

“What?!” He pushes back, hitting the chair into your computer desk. “Ah—shit, no! I didn’t.”

“You know Hee,” you drawl out, slipping down to your knees with your hands perched on his upper thighs. “I know you’re going through a tough time, all these girls turning you down.”

Heeseung’s Adam's apple bobs up and down, spit collects at the back of his throat. His big brown eyes blink open and shut slowly as they stare down at you and he tries to not nod in agreement. “I told you, I can help. As a friend, you know? Think of it as a thank you for helping me today.”

“H-how can you help me?” He mumbles, chewing on his bottom lip. Gaze darting back and forth over your hands that begin to inch their way higher up his thighs. “That—that’s not the problem, I’m already hard.” He admits, cupping himself through his sweats for you to see the visible prominent shape of his cock. “I.. I dunno why.”

“Then—“

“I can’t keep it up.” He sighs, leaning against the chair. Blowing up a puff of air to get his bangs away from his forehead. “I’m too..” he pauses, lowering his eyes. Sweaty eyelids shut for a moment, collecting his breath and nodding to himself. “I’m too big.”

“Wh-what?” Stilling your curious hands, you sit down on your legs and fold your ankles together beneath your bottom. “You’re not serious.”

Heeseung quietly chuckles and drops his head forward. Reaching in past the waistband of his sweats into his boxers to ease his length out.

“Shit.” You nearly whimper, tilting your head to get a clear look at the thick vein lining the underside of his cock. “You’re not big.. you’re fucking massive.”

“T-tried to tell you.” He stutters, lifting his ass from your chair to shimmy his sweats lower. “I’m too big, my dick just..” letting go of himself, he watches with you as his cock stays half-mass. Unaware of the supplement you added to his beverage, he lets out a confused sound. “Maybe it’s too heavy but I get soft after a while.”

Big is a fucking understatement, he’s packing a third arm between his legs wondering why he can’t pack a punch along with it. You have to slurp at the drool filling up the corners of your mouth, control your itching hands from reaching out to squeeze his girth. He’s so thick, painful just to look at, riling heat up between your legs the more you admire the glossy precum hanging from his slit. “Okay maybe uh, tell me more.” You can hardly focus with your heartbeat filling your ears. Licking your lips and salivating when he clutches around the base of his size. “Your last hookup, like uhh.. foreplay, what’d you do before fucking?”

“Foreplay?” He questions, hissing at how painfully engorged his cock feels. “I dunno, made out for a few minutes.”

“What?!?” You ask so scandalized, shaking your head. “No way you’re just shoving that thing inside of someone without prep.”

“They’re always wet. That’s not the problem.” Heeseung swipes the precum beginning to trickle down the bulbous head of his cock. Already appearing angry and red, so full of blood.. that has to be the viagra. 

You hate to not scoff, but the way your thighs rub together akin to matches could start up a fire. Not that it would matter with how gushing wet you are, skin stuck to your panties like glue despite how each pulsating clench has you pushing out more slick arousal. “You need foreplay, especially with a titanic of a cock like that..”

Heeseung’s cheeks light up an embarrassed red, his length violently twitches in his hold. Listening to you talk about his private area in such a lewd way seems to affect him more than he’d been aware of up until now. He gulps again and sinks into the seat. “Okay, like w-what?”

“Don’t think I can handle all of that in my mouth but..” scooting in closer between his thighs you drape your elbows and upper arms onto his legs for balance. Dragging your eyes up slowly to find his carefully watching your every move. “I can touch you?”

“Please.” He croaks, tucking his bottom lip in and releasing the hold he had on his dick. “Go ahead.”

Fuck, it’s the first time you’ve ever had to use both hands to jerk a guy off. The weight of his fat cock strains against your wrist as you gently wrap around him and he lets out a deep hiss. Clutching onto the armrests when you test out his sensitivity and squeeze your fingers around his girth. “You have big balls too.” You blurt out, moving in closer until your nose is practically dragging underneath his length.

Heeseung’s hips jump up, furiously nodding. “Uh y-yeah.”

“You keep throbbing harder—“ you say between panted breaths, using your hands in tandem to stroke and squeeze him at the same time. “When I do this.”

“F-feels nice.” He struggles to say, his lower half growing a mind of its own. Twitching and writhing off of the computer chair each time you drag over the slit of his cock. When you spit at him and stroke him faster. How you keep staring at his broken expression, pained by how good it feels when you moan about how big he is.

“How can anyone fuck you with a cock this big?” You tease, opening your mouth and lolling your tongue out.

“I-I don’t k-know..” he whimpers, shaking his head. “I’m close.”

“Then cum, right here.” Smacking the underside of his cock down on your tongue, you let out a loud moan. Rolling it upward to the tip. “Show me what this big dick can do.”

Heeseung’s stomach clenches, sucked in with his tailbone glued to the chair. He grips onto the armrests hard enough to loosen the nails holding them in place. Jaw hung open as a deep guttural groan spills from his lips and wads of white strings shoot out. Most landing on your tongue, aimed perfectly at his target as you finish him off and jerk his cock through it. 

“Holy shit.” He gasps, collapsing back down. Head spinning as he works to catch his breath and try to understand how a fucking hand job made him cum faster and harder than anything he’s done before.

“You’re still hard.” You grin, kissing his wet tip.

“I swear, that never happens..” he blinks wide-eyed and full of shock. Stunned to see that he’s not only still hard, but full mass. His length standing up fully hard against his stomach completely hiding his navel, and he’s still so fucking horny.

“Maybe you just like me.” You shrug and wink at him, knowing the truth. 

“I like how you touch me..” he admits feebly, looking away. “Of course, I like you too.”

“Good because,” leaning back, you discard your top and raise an eyebrow at him. “We’ve barely just started.”

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check your window, he's at your window...

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content: this is strictly for the bitches that are sick & afraid of their own mind like ME, little to no dialogue, stalking, dub con/non con, hitting, choking, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, etc etc...

a/n: I recommend listening to "she" by tyler the creator while you read. this work was written with that song in mind, hence the name. ideas, constructive criticism, and compliments are always welcome. thanks for reading <3

It rained all day. streets slippery with rainwater and mud, the earth outside your window was the same. big, chunky, steel toed boots sinking in the ground beneath them. he should've been more careful, removed his boots before he came in. maybe then he would've spared you the horror of finding muddy footprints inside of your home. 

he was sure that would be the last time he saw you. that you'd do the most obvious thing and call the police, tell them about the footprints, the squeaking floorboards in the middle of the night, the letters. or that time you woke up unexpectedly, peeked out the window to find him there. 

had he not blinked, you probably wouldn't have known. you wouldn't have screamed either, forcing him to flee. 

had he been in his right mind, he would've stopped hanging outside your window then. had you been in your right mind, you would've made sure your blinds were shut before you slept. you would've called the police. 

instead, you made him greedy. wanting to believe you might actually feel the same way, the notes became more frequent, longer, more passionate. he'd watch you read them too, swearing he could see a smile on your face each time you read one. swearing he might actually have a chance with you. 

he knew it when you made it easier for him to get in. he knows you purposefully left your back door cracked. in fact, he watched you. watched you contemplate between locking it, leaving it unlocked, or keeping it just a tad bit open. 

endless nights of following you home, memorizing your routines and schedules, watching you sleep, watching you unknowingly undress in front of your window, even those nights when you touch yourself under your covers, writhing and squirming until you finish. 

all those nights have finally paid off. he thinks that maybe, it was fate that he left those footprints on the floor outside your bedroom. after all, you’ve finally accepted him.

so why are you screaming? 

he couldn't figure out why you weren't happy to finally see him. why you were so surprised when he told you that you two would be together soon. he didn't understand why you fought him off either. 

he watched you frantically reach for your cellphone on your dresser, and had you not been shaking so much you probably could've made the call while you had him stunned. but your mistake gave him enough time to recover. he made sure to break it before he came back for you. large hands covered by black gloves dragging you back to your mattress, forcing you on your back. 

he'll never forget the way you looked at him. eyes wide as if you've seen a ghost, body trembling yet frozen in your fear, frantically trying to make your eyes adjust so you can see the figure above you.

frozen when he reached into his pants, eager to finally be inside you after weeks of watching and waiting, after dealing with your endless teasing. you'd mumbled a plead for him to wait that fell on deaf ears, sunghoon too occupied with getting his cock free and forcing your legs open. 

"wait! w-wait! don't!"  he'd heard that one, but it was weak, barely audible even. had you really wanted him to wait or even stop, you would've screamed like you did just minutes before. you would've made it harder for him to force your hands away. 

you wouldn't have put on this skimpy little night gown either. you made it too easy for him for him to shove a hand between your legs and push the damp fabric to the side. didn't even try to hide your ecstasy when he finally got himself inside you. 

it was all he dreamed of and more. so much better than sneaking in under the guise of the night and getting off by himself after pulling your covers back. never once did he think he'd actually be on top of you, buried deep inside of your cunt instead of using your hand while you're sleeping.

much different to see you squirming, mouth hung open as you release sounds of pleasure despite your feeble attempts at trying to resist. your legs kick in the air, arms pressed to your chest as sunghoon keeps up with his ruthless thrusting. he's used to having you so easily pliant, and at his disposal. 

didn't expect you to be so coy, instinctively moving to cover your chest as if he hasn't seen everything already. he surely didn't expect you to reject his kiss just moments after, going as far as biting him.

"fuck!"

it makes him draw back, the metallic taste in his mouth making him realize you actually drew blood. it infuriates him, and his hand cocks back and comes across your face before you have time to dodge. he wraps a hand around your throat to serve as a warning, thumb and forefinger squeezing around your artery. 

it's just enough to force you into submission for the time being. enough for sunghoon to lean back in and kiss you properly this time. sloppy open mouthed kisses against your lips, leading down to your chest. he makes sure to leave marks along the way. whether its around your neck, across your chest, at your hips, your wrists— anywhere to make sure you don't forget this eventful night. 

his thrusts are rough enough to do the same, sure to leave you sore in the morning, maybe even the days following.

he only lets go of your neck when tears form at your eyes and you begin to claw at his wrists. a loud gasp fills the air, followed by a choked and frantic "stop, stop!"

had you not began to convulse beneath him and cry out sounds of pleasure in the immediate seconds following, he just might have. 

he has to swallow back a laugh when he glances between your legs to where the two of you meet. skin of your thighs and the fabric of his jeans saturated in your orgasm. all the more reason for him to believe you want this just as much as him.

he's just a few more thrusts behind you, stifling back his own groans as his hips begin to stutter, cumming inside of you without warning shortly after.

this is something he’ll truly never forget. he’ll make sure you don’t either.

just as long as you continue to keep your door open.