𑣲 sunghoon .ᐟ

Sunghoon is staring up at the ceiling, dazed, his heart beating at what feels like a thousand miles an hour. He's exhausted and sweaty, but this time it isn't due to hours of hockey practice. No. This time it's because of his needy girlfriend, who's been driving him insane with pleasure for the last hour. "I think you killed me... I'm dead." Sunghoon just barely manages to get the sentence out, between how breathless you've left him and how foggy his brain is from the number of times he's cum, it's surprising he could even formulate a single coherent thought.

You laugh as you climb off the bed, walking over to Sunghoon's hockey jersey, which had been thrown onto a nearby chair in the heat of the moment. Sunghoon propped himself up on his elbows, ready to ask where the hell you were going so quickly after basically ruining him. But just as the first syllable of his question left his lips, his eyes took in the sight of you slipping on his jersey. The sight of his name spread across your back shouldn't have made him become rock hard after cumming just a few minutes ago, but it did.

He's off the bed in seconds. You don't even get the opportunity to turn around because he's already pressing up against your back, his hands resting on the desk on either side of you, effectively trapping you between his body and the piece of furniture. "Really? This is why you ran off so quickly?" He nuzzles his face against the side of your neck. "You could've just asked me for it; I would've gladly gotten up to get it for you." His hands slide up the sides of your thighs, pushing up the hem of the jersey as he continues to caress your skin.

You give him some sort of snarky remark about how he was too drained to move an inch, but Sunghoon doesn't really catch it. He's too busy trying not to bend you over the desk and take you until your legs give out. "Come here." His lips are on yours the moment he turns you around. His fingers thread through your hair, tugging slightly to keep your head tilted so he can continue to taste your lips. You're caught by surprise when you fall back onto the bed, but you happily welcome the moment. Your hands go down to pull off the jersey you were wearing, only to have Sunghoon suddenly pin your arms down to the mattress.

"You're not too tired, right?" You raise an eyebrow at Sunghoon's sudden question. He doesn't give you much time to remain confused, though. He quickly flips you onto your stomach, his hands coming up to grab your hips, pulling them up so you're face down with your ass in the air. The hem of his jersey just barely covers your ass in this position. "You're keeping this on." He pushes the fabric up just enough so it's gathered around your waist. "I wanna see my name on you while I make you scream it."