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Sunghoon had always been aware of the secret that set him apart from the other guys in his circle. Born with a pussy, it was a part of him he'd learned to hide meticulously, especially in the hyper-masculine world of his university's ice skating club. But ever since Heeseung found out through a drunken confession during a late-night hangout a few months ago, things had changed. Heeseung, with his sharp jawline, mischievous grin, and effortless confidence, had turned it into a game. A teasing, relentless game that left Sunghoon flushed and frustrated more often than not.
It started innocently enough with sly comments whispered in his ear during practice, like "Bet you're extra flexible down there," or lingering glances at his crotch when they changed in the locker room. Sunghoon would shoot him glares, his cheeks burning, but deep down, there was a thrill to it. Heeseung's attention was intoxicating, a mix of dominance and playfulness that made Sunghoon's heart race. They'd hooked up a few times since then, but Heeseung always pushed the boundaries, testing how far he could go.
Last night, after a particularly grueling skating session, Sunghoon's phone buzzed with a message from Heeseung. "Got something for you. Meet me outside the dorms in 10."
Curious and a little wary, Sunghoon slipped out, the cool night air nipping at his skin. Heeseung was leaning against his car, a small black box in hand, his eyes gleaming under the streetlights.
"What's this?" Sunghoon asked, taking the box with a raised eyebrow.
Heeseung's lips curled into that signature smirk. "Open it and see. And wear it tomorrow. All day."
Sunghoon peeled back the lid, his breath catching as he revealed the contents: a delicate black thong, the fabric sheer and lacy, but what made his eyes widen were the strings of pearls sewn along the crotch. They ran in a neat line, designed to press right against... well, right against him. "Heeseung, what the hell?"
"Thought it'd suit you," Heeseung said, stepping closer, his voice low and teasing. "Imagine those pearls rubbing against your pretty little pussy all day. Every step, every movement... tormenting you. You'll be thinking of me the whole time."
Sunghoon's face heated up, a mix of embarrassment and arousal stirring in his gut. "You're insane. I'm not wearing this."
Heeseung tilted his head, his hand brushing Sunghoon's arm. "Oh, come on, Hoonie. For me? If you do, I'll make it worth your while tomorrow during break. Promise."
The promise in his eyes was undeniable, and Sunghoon felt his resolve crumble. Heeseung had that effect on him, making the ridiculous seem tempting. "Fine," he muttered, shoving the box into his pocket. "But if it's too much, I'm taking it off."
Heeseung chuckled, pulling him in for a quick, possessive kiss. "Good boy. Can't wait to hear how it feels."
The next morning, Sunghoon stood in front of his mirror, the thong in hand. He hesitated, his fingers tracing the cool pearls. They were smooth, perfectly round, strung tightly along the thin strip of fabric. Sliding them on felt strange at first. The lace hugging his hips, the pearls settling right between his folds. As he adjusted them, a shiver ran through him. The pearls pressed gently against his sensitive skin, cool and unyielding.
He pulled on his jeans and shirt, trying to act normal as he headed to class. But from the very first step out the door, he knew it was going to be a long day. The pearls shifted with every movement, rolling slightly against his pussy, creating a subtle friction that was impossible to ignore. It wasn't painful, but it was insistent, a constant reminder, teasing his nerves awake.
By the time he reached his morning lecture, Sunghoon was already squirming in his seat. Sitting down made the pearls press deeper, nestling right against his clit and the entrance of his folds. He crossed his legs, then uncrossed them, trying to find a position that didn't heighten the sensation. But every shift only made it worse. The pearls would glide just a fraction, sending tiny sparks of pleasure through him. His mind wandered to Heeseung's grin, imagining the satisfaction on his face if he knew how worked up Sunghoon was getting.
During the break between classes, he walked to the cafeteria, each step a torment. The pearls rolled with his stride, rubbing rhythmically against his increasingly slick folds. He could feel himself getting wet, the moisture making the pearls slide more easily, amplifying the friction. It was maddening, like an itch he couldn't scratch, building a low hum of arousal that pooled in his belly. His thighs clenched involuntarily, trying to ease the pressure, but that only trapped the pearls tighter, pressing them against his clit in a way that made him bite his lip to stifle a gasp.
In the library that afternoon, studying for his upcoming exam, Sunghoon couldn't focus. He shifted in the hard wooden chair, the pearls digging in just enough to make his breath hitch. The sensation was relentless. Cool beads warming to his body heat, slick with his own arousal, teasing without mercy. Every time he leaned forward to write a note, they shifted, sending a jolt straight to his core. He pressed his thighs together, feeling the throb build, his pussy clenching around nothing.
God, he was soaked. He could feel the dampness seeping into the fabric. How was he supposed to last the whole day like this? Heeseung's texts didn't help, sporadic messages like "How's it feeling, baby?" and "Bet you're dripping for me already." Sunghoon ignored them at first, but the teasing only made the torment sweeter, a twisted mix of frustration and desire.
By late afternoon, during practice on the ice, it was pure agony. Skating required fluid movements and each one made the pearls dance against him. A simple crossover had them rolling firmly over his clit, nearly buckling his knees. He messed up a routine twice, earning curious looks from the coach, but all he could think about was the building ache between his legs. His pussy felt swollen, sensitive, every pearl a tiny tormentor. Sweat trickled down his back, but it was nothing compared to the heat pooling lower. He was desperate for relief, for Heeseung's touch, anything to quench the fire the thong had ignited.
As the day dragged on, Sunghoon's thoughts fixated on the promise Heeseung had made. The teasing had worked. He was a mess, needy and aching, counting down the minutes until their break.
Finally, the break arrived after their afternoon classes. Sunghoon spotted Heeseung in the hallway, that knowing smirk already in place. Without a word, Heeseung grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward a rarely used storage room at the end of the corridor, a small, dimly lit space crammed with old equipment and forgotten supplies. The door clicked shut behind them, Heeseung twisting the lock with a satisfying snap.
"Couldn't wait any longer, huh?" Heeseung murmured, backing Sunghoon against the wall. His hands were on him immediately, one sliding up Sunghoon's shirt to tease his nipple, the other cupping his ass possessively.
Sunghoon gasped, the contact electric after a day of pent-up frustration. "You have no idea... that thong... it's been driving me crazy."
Heeseung's eyes darkened with lust. "Tell me. How did it feel?"
"Like torture," Sunghoon admitted, his voice breathy. "Every step, the pearls rubbing against me... getting me wet, making me ache. I couldn't think straight. During practice, I almost fell because they pressed right on my clit."
Heeseung groaned, his lips crashing onto Sunghoon's in a hungry kiss. He wasted no time, unbuttoning Sunghoon's jeans and yanking them down, revealing the thong. The pearls glistened slightly, evidence of Sunghoon's arousal. "Fuck, look at you. Soaked through. You did good wearing it for me."
He dropped to his knees, hooking the thong aside with one finger. Sunghoon's pussy was flushed, swollen from the day's teasing, lips parted and slick. Heeseung leaned in, his breath hot against the sensitive skin, before diving in. His tongue lapped at Sunghoon's folds, broad strokes that made Sunghoon's knees weaken. He sucked gently on the clit, swirling around it, tasting the sweetness that had built up all day.
Sunghoon moaned, his hands tangling in Heeseung's hair. The relief was overwhelming. The warm, wet pressure of Heeseung's mouth after hours of cold, unyielding pearls. Every flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, his hips bucking involuntarily. "Heeseung... oh god, yes... right there."
Heeseung hummed against him, the vibration adding to the intensity. He ate him out with fervor, tongue delving inside, lapping up every drop. Sunghoon's legs trembled, the sensations building rapidly after the prolonged tease. Heeseung's hands gripped his thighs, holding him steady as he worked, alternating between sucking and licking, driving Sunghoon to the edge.
Just as Sunghoon felt the orgasm coiling tight in his core, his body trembling on the edge of release from Heeseung's relentless tongue, Heeseung pulled back abruptly. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a wicked grin spreading across his face, his lips still glistening with Sunghoon's arousal. "Not yet, baby," he murmured, his voice husky and commanding. "I want to feel you come around me, clenching down on my cock like you were made for it."
Sunghoon let out a frustrated whimper, his pussy throbbing with unmet need, slick and aching from the day's torment and the sudden denial. His legs felt weak, barely holding him up against the wall, but the promise in Heeseung's eyes sent a fresh wave of heat through him. Heeseung stood up swiftly, his hands moving to shed his pants in one fluid motion. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the tip already beaded with pre-cum, veins pulsing along its length. Sunghoon's mouth watered at the sight, a mix of anticipation and desperation flooding him. He needed this, needed to be filled after hours of empty teasing from those damn pearls.
Instinctively, Sunghoon turned around, bracing his hands against the rough wall of the storage room, arching his back slightly to present himself. His thong was still hooked to the side, the pearls dangling uselessly now, but they brushed against his inner thigh occasionally, a faint reminder of the buildup. Heeseung stepped closer, his body heat radiating against Sunghoon's back, one hand gripping Sunghoon's hip while the other guided his cock to Sunghoon's entrance. He rubbed the tip slowly up and down the slick folds, coating himself in the wetness that had gathered there, teasing the sensitive opening without pushing in.
"You ready for me, baby?" Heeseung asked, his breath hot against Sunghoon's ear, his free hand sliding up to pinch a nipple through his shirt.
"Please," Sunghoon begged, his voice breaking, the day's relentless friction from the thong having left him desperate and raw. "I need you inside me... fill me up, Heeseung. I can't take it anymore."
With a low groan, Heeseung obliged, thrusting in slowly at first, inch by torturous inch. Sunghoon gasped sharply as the head breached him, the stretch immediate and intense, his pussy yielding to the intrusion but clenching instinctively around it. It felt so good, so right. After the cold, unfeeling pearls that had only teased the surface all day, this was warmth and fullness, Heeseung's cock hot and alive, pulsing as it sank deeper.
Sunghoon's walls fluttered around him, accommodating the girth, every ridge and vein dragging against his sensitive inner flesh in a way that made his toes curl. The sensation of being filled was overwhelming, a deep and satisfying pressure that pushed out the emptiness he'd endured, replacing it with a delicious burn that bordered on too much but was exactly what he craved. His body trembled, slick easing the way as Heeseung bottomed out, their hips flush together, Heeseung's balls pressing against him.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Heeseung growled, his fingers digging into Sunghoon's hips hard enough to leave marks. He held still for a moment, letting Sunghoon adjust, but the pause only heightened the feeling, the way Sunghoon's pussy hugged him perfectly, warm and wet, like velvet gripping steel. "All that teasing with the thong paid off, huh? You're dripping, clenching around me like you never want to let go. Feel that? That's you, baby, so needy for my cock."
Sunghoon could only moan in response, the pleasure already building to a fever pitch. He felt impossibly full, stretched to his limits, every inch of Heeseung buried deep inside him, pressing against that sweet spot that made his vision blur. It was a mix of relief and intensification. The pearls had kept him on edge, sensitive and swollen, but this... this was completion, his body thrumming with the rhythm of Heeseung's heartbeat through his cock.
Heeseung began to move, setting a rhythm that was deep and steady at first, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. Each thrust sent jolts of ecstasy through Sunghoon, his pussy clenching greedily, the friction igniting every nerve. The pearls from the thong, still displaced, occasionally grazed his skin with the motion, adding erratic sparks to the steady pounding. Heeseung's hands roamed, one sliding around to Sunghoon's front, fingers finding his swollen clit and rubbing in firm, matching circles. The dual sensation was electric, thrusts filling him from within while the external pressure built the coil tighter.
The room filled with the lewd sounds of their coupling. The wet slap of skin on skin, Heeseung's guttural grunts, Sunghoon's high-pitched whimpers and pleas. "Harder... please, deeper," Sunghoon gasped, pushing back to meet each thrust, the fullness making him feel owned, claimed in the best way. His walls fluttered with every drag, the heat building low in his belly, spreading outward until his whole body was alight.
It didn't take long for the climax to hit. Sunghoon came hard, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave, his pussy spasming wildly around Heeseung's cock. He cried out, toes curling, body shaking as waves of ecstasy pulsed through him, milking Heeseung with rhythmic contractions. The fullness amplified everything; he could feel every twitch of Heeseung inside him, the way his cock throbbed against his clenching walls, drawing out the pleasure until he was boneless and gasping.
Heeseung followed moments later, his thrusts growing erratic before he buried himself as deep as possible, spilling inside with a deep groan. Sunghoon felt it all, the hot rush of cum flooding him, painting his insides, the warmth spreading and filling every crevice. It was intimate, possessive, being filled like this made him feel marked, the liquid heat pooling deep within, a tangible reminder of Heeseung's claim. His pussy clenched weakly around the softening cock, savoring the sensation of being so utterly full, cum mixing with his own slick.
Panting heavily, Heeseung pulled out slowly, inch by inch, and Sunghoon whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and exposed as the cum began to drip out, trickling down his thighs. But Heeseung wasn't done. From his pocket, he pulled out a small vaginal plug, smooth silicone, tapered for easy insertion, with a flared base to keep it secure.
"Can't have you leaking all over the place," Heeseung said, his voice still rough with satisfaction, a teasing edge returning. He pressed the tip against Sunghoon's entrance, sliding it in gently but firmly.
Sunghoon gasped as the plug settled into place, the cool silicone contrasting with the warmth of his abused pussy. It wasn't as thick as Heeseung's cock, but it provided a steady, unyielding fullness, sealing the cum inside and preventing any escape. The pressure was satisfying, a constant presence that kept him aware of every shift, his walls hugging the plug snugly.
It felt naughty, secretive, like carrying a piece of Heeseung with him, the cum sloshing slightly with movement, warm and sticky against his insides. There was a subtle ache from the stretch, but it was laced with pleasure, a low hum that promised more teasing to come. His clit throbbed faintly against the base, and he clenched experimentally, feeling the plug hold firm, trapping everything inside.
Sunghoon adjusted his clothes carefully, the plug a hidden weight between his legs as they slipped out of the room. Heeseung kissed him softly, lingering. "Wear that the rest of the day too. For me."
Sunghoon nodded, his body still buzzing, already anticipating the next layer of torment mixed with bliss.