Sunghoon’s hands moved with a certain, unhurried intent, slipping down to the waistband of Heeseung’s pants.
With a swift motion, he unbuttoned them and eased them further down Heeseung’s legs.
Heeseung barely noticed, still determined to focus on his essay, typing half hearted sentences as he fought the growing distraction.
His breathing quickened, but his hands continued their work on the keyboard, desperate to maintain some semblance of control.
Sunghoon lifted Heeseung slightly, supporting him as he slipped the pants further down, holding Heeseung up enough to give him access.
Sunghoon’s focus never wavered, and with a quiet, deliberate motion, he grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount on his fingers.
The slick sound of the liquid was soft, but it felt loud in the still room, cutting through the tension that was now thick in the air.
With Heeseung still seated, Sunghoon tugged at his shirt, crumpling it in his fist and pulling Heeseung just high enough off the chair.
Heeseung shifted, his body instinctively reacting to the sudden movement but trying to stay still.
Heeseung bit his lip, his fingers hovering over the keys as he forced himself to type something, anything.
Then, without hesitation, Sunghoon pressed two slick fingers inside him.
Heeseung gasped, his head jerking back slightly, but his hands didn’t leave the keyboard.
He trembled, his body trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion as Sunghoon’s fingers moved deeper.
His mind was a mess, torn between the pleasure creeping through him and the stubborn desire to finish his work.
Heeseung's fingers hovered shakily over the keys, the letters blurring together on the screen as his breath hitched.
"S-Sunghoon."
He stammered, trying to keep his voice steady.
"I-I told you..I need to finish this."
Sunghoon leaned forward, his lips brushing against Heeseung’s ear as he whispered.
"Shh… Just keep writing. Don’t stop."
Heeseung bit down on his lip, his focus rapidly dissolving under Sunghoon’s touch.
"How am I supposed to-"
He let out a soft gasp as Sunghoon’s fingers pressed deeper, his body instinctively leaning back into Sunghoon’s chest.
"You're doing fine." Sunghoon murmured, placing a kiss on Heeseung’s neck, his free hand sliding under Heeseung's shirt.
"Just let me take care of you. You don’t need to worry about anything else."
Heeseung's hands faltered on the keyboard.
"Sunghoon, I-"
His voice broke off into a quiet moan as he felt Sunghoon curl his fingers inside him, hitting a spot that made his whole body shudder.
"Keep going." Sunghoon urged softly, his tone gentle yet firm.
Sunghoon continued his rhythmic motions, his fingers pressing deeper into Heeseung with a slow, deliberate pace.
Heeseung’s legs began to tremble, struggling to hold steady.
Every breath he took felt shaky, his body growing weaker from trying to sit still.
Noticing the strain, Sunghoon shifted slightly, his hands moving to unbutton and unzip his own pants, pushing them and his underwear down just enough to take his dick out.
Without a word, he grabbed Heeseung’s hips firmly, lifting him up just enough to align him.
Before Heeseung could protest or even realize what was happening, Sunghoon pulled him down into his lap, his dick pushing into Heeseung in one smooth, unrelenting motion.
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my favorite stalker | heehoon
Fanfiction"The police won't do anything, Heeseung. You have no proof, just messages. Besides, they won't understand us." "There is no us. You're delusional. I don't want this. You need to stop." "You don't get to decide when it stops. I do." Stalker Sunghoon...
