"dear, let me help here! we’ll go harvest this one!" your grandma called from outside. tou hurried over to assist her. once you both finished, your eyes landed on sunghoon standing across the yard. you straightened up and greeted him with a silent, "good morning." while waving your gloved hand.
his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets, his cap pulled low over his face. he stared directly at you, still high as hell from last night's cocaine session. he didn’t return the greeting, making your eyebrows furrow. didn’t wanting to overthink it, assuming he might be having a bad morning, so you understood instead. you followed your grandma back inside after that.
frustrated from the last night, sunghoon roughly pushed his hair back and headed inside. he hadn't gotten what he needed from you, like, exactly what he sought every night. eating you, cleaning that pussy full of cum with his tongue. making you come to him.
he grabbed a bowl, filled it with cereal, and poured milk over it. "damned, it could’ve been her cum," he muttered, sitting down, eating normally as if he hadn’t just said something strange for a morning greeting.
high sunghoon was a whole fucking mess to deal with. well, it's already 5 pm of the day, the sun's setting, and the drug still hasn't left him. looks like a rough night’s coming for him. for you. right now, he’s on it, still feeling it rip through every part of his body. it’s like it’s eating him alive from the inside. every breath’s a fucking high, his veins buzzing with shit that makes him feel untouchable, yet completely fucked at the same time. his mind’s spinning, thoughts scattered, yet everything’s too goddamn sharp, like the whole fucking world’s messing with him and he can't stop it.
sitting on the chair by his window, directly facing yours, he held his aching cock, throbbing like it wanted to break free. he could feel it, burning, insistent. his hand moved down, massaging himself as his flickering gaze stayed locked on your room, thoughts swirling with things only he fucking knew.
a bead of liquid surfaced, slicking his palm. he pushed his waistband lower, along with his underwear, giving himself room to stroke harder. "f-fuck... fuck you," he managed to gasp, breathless, voice trembling as pleasure surged through him. he wants to fuck you. he really mean that. "uuh— aa—ugh... yes, yes! FUCK!"
sweat clung now to his forehead after several relentless minutes of stroking himself, every motion desperate and consuming until the release finally tore through him. panting, he sat still there, gaze heavy as it drifted back to your window. lucky for you, you weren’t there this time. because if you were? he wouldn’t have felt a damn bit of shame, shameless enough to do it right in front of your naked eyes.
feeling worn out from helping your grandma more than you usually do, you dropped your body onto your bed. staring at the ceiling, your thoughts drifted aimlessly. the damp sheets incidents from another day? probably not something your mind had space to deal with right now.
turning your head to the side, you caught sight of sunghoon by his window, sitting there, chest rising and falling as if catching his breath, sweat glistening on his forehead. he hadn’t noticed you yet. his gaze was dropped low toward down, though the desk and the wall between your apartments kept you from seeing much else.
standing up, you made your way to the window. "sunghoon? you okay over there?" you asked with concern.
and that was the moment he snapped out of his absent-minded daze. his eyes met yours, and he shifted awkwardly. his pants were still undone, and despite the situation, his soft cock seemed to twitch slightly at the sight of you.
"yeah, just... tired, tried things." he smiled weakly.
fuck it, he hated this the most. he was so frustratedly sick of pretending everything was nice and he is too. he could’ve climbed through that damn space between your windows and fucked you right there, like 'here and now'. and god, he wanted to.
you tried to look down where he was looking earlier, but it was useless. "okay..." you replied shortly and slightly smiled.
"you seem too worn out?" he continued talking despite just finished masturbating and feeling weak at own state. his words felt like a distraction, though. he enjoyed the contrast between the cold air hitting his dick and talking to you.
nodding your head, you said, "there's more than what we expected huge purple cabbages in the yard."
"i could help," he bluntly replied. you smiled politely at his offer. "noted. tomorrow," you said, pointing to the direction of the garden with your index finger. "7 a.m. is that good for you?"
a sigh escaped his lips. he leaned more back in his chair, one hand on his pleading dick. he could feel it again. "y-yeah," was all he managed to reply. apparently, the second round of his own pleasure was rising again. a bit of pre-cum started to drip out.
8 o'clock at night. it was only 8 o'clock, but it's fucking him already. he couldn't wait any longer more from crawling back to you, getting a good look at you, caressing you, making you his. he knew your bedtime, and it wasn’t even that yet. well, isn’t there anything he doesn’t know about you yet?
as he paced back and forth in the room, the drug seemed to have worn off tonight. he cursed under his breath. he could take full advantage of it to gain strength and, you know, master the timing of making him more capable of doing "that" thing on you for much longer. he could use it to get so good you with his fingers and his face. if only it were holding onto more 'til later. if only.
sunghoon, the one with the "mean" look and opportunistic nature, was far, far away from the "decent man" that one might imagine. now, was making his way to your room, moving silently, careful not to get too soundly. he could do it easily, how many times had he done it already? thirty times? more like an endless number.
finally, he did it flawlessly. "shit, i missed that fragrance so much," he muttered, almost out of his mind. quietly, he positioned himself beside you. you were sound asleep, so recklessly unaware. picture it like this: he lay on his side, one arm above your head, the other serving as a pillow for his head. and you, oh you, in the soldier sleep position. unaware around.
sunghoon, had this habit of playfully playing with your hair, caressing your elbow, licking your jaw. anything. just anything that may give him a pleasure. damn him. he was all in, fully immersed in it.
without wasting time, he ripped off your panties. he was faster now, way quicker than before. maybe if it’s the two damn days he cannot touch you, felt like a lifetime to him. so, you better brace yourself for a rough ride with a meaner, hungrier sunghoon. like a seatbelt??? yep, definetly. made sure you were locked in, ready for the bumpy night ahead.
middle of the night, you were dead asleep when you felt someone creeping down there, trying to get 'down there'. you struggled to open your eyes, but you had no choice. when you finally managed to, you were horrified to see who was in your room, sunghoon. fucking sunghoon. a horny one.
and guess what he was doing to you? starting to work on that pussy of yours. his face was between your legs, hands gripping your thighs with enough force to make you squirm. you panicked, sitting up in bed, trying to shake off the situation, position.
right as he was about to start licking you, he felt you move. he looked up from between your legs, giving you that wicked grin.
oh you? you're terrified as hell. you tried to wiggle away, pulling your nightgown skirt down to your knees, but he stopped you, pushing you back to how you were before.
you kicked at him. "what the hell are you doing?!" you spat, though you knew damn well. he leaned in, hands still on your thighs tighter now, and he shot you a look that could kill. he sneered, "close. that. pretty. damn. mouth." eyes flashing with warning.
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