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[jlheon]

𝓜𝐒. & 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐒𝐇

(𝓹airing) — psh x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓯renemies to lovers ; fluff, profanity, & lots of kissing (𝔀ordcount) one-thousand five-hundred forty 𝓹eng's note. these pics. #iWantThat 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. seeing your ex in public leads to hiding in a small photobooth with your annoying student council vice president park sunghoon

“you’re late,” sunghoon says in the most agitating voice possible as you walk through the classroom door.

“i wouldn’t be late if you did your job,” you huff, walking right up to the desk he sat at and dropping the bags of decorations you had picked up from the party supplies store.

“hey! i said i would pick those up!” he says annoyed, sifting through everything you brought.

“mrs. kim said we needed them by today! why the fuck were you just sitting around?” 

“geez, loosen up,” the boy gets up from his seat, his tall body looming over yours. “let’s just go decorate the gym.”

the two of you split up the bags of party supplies and headed towards the gym where the rest of the council and student volunteers were waiting. 

setting up for the fundraiser was easy until you and sunghoon started yelling at each other over which color streamers should be used over the doorway. 

jake had to drag you away by the shoulders to come to help him with the balloons. sunghoon felt a bitter taste when he saw jake with his arm around your shoulder but decided to ignore it. 

“hoon,” jungwon calls out. “we’re out of balloons!”

“that’s why i should have bought the decorations…” sunghoon mutters under his breath before walking up to where you and jake were giggling. 

sunghoon walks up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder. “we have to go back to the store.” he whispers in your ear. 

you freeze at his touch but nod and say goodbye to jake. he lets go of you and the two of you walk out the exit leading to the parking lot.

the two of you get into sunghoon’s car and he drives off to the mall. 

there’s an awkward silence between the both of you, which you can’t decide if you like bantering with him over it. there’s so much tension due to sunghoon’s lingering touch from earlier.

once inside the mall, you quietly walked side by side into the automatic doors. 

only a few feet from the party supplies stores you halt. spotting your ex-boyfriend and old friend seemingly on a date.

“sunghoon,” you whisper, tapping on his shoulder. “do you see what i see?”

he rolls his eyes at you finally breaking the silence but then looks up to see for himself. once he does that the two seem to have had the same idea, making eye contact with the other.

“oh shit they saw us,” he panics, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the photo booth you were conveniently standing next to.   

the photo booth is small. way too small. sunghoon is already sitting as you uncomfortably sit on the ledge with your legs peeking out from the curtain. 

“get up,” he instructs. 

“what?” you raise an eyebrow. “i’m not letting them see me again! especially not with you!”

“i meant like come here,” sunghoon grabs you and settles you on his lap, so the both of you fit into the small space.

“oh my god, what if they come over here!” you panic resting your hands on his shoulders. “this is bad! especially since i’m with you of all people-”

“with me?” sunghoon questions. 

“well, like when we were dating, he always thought you had a crush on me, which isn’t impossible! i had to keep reassuring him but he never believed me! like me and you are barely even friends-” you ramble, balling sunghoon’s shirt in your fists as you freak out. 

“woah, calm down,” he tells you, prying your hands from his uniform so you don’t wrinkle it. “it’s not like they’ll come to talk to us.”

just as the words left his mouth the sound of two sets of footsteps were picked up by your ears. you started to become overwhelmingly nervous. it was the first time seeing your ex-boyfriend since the split and the fact your childhood best friend was on a date with him. 

even if you drifted, shouldn’t she have some sense of girl code?

“you’re shaking,” sunghoon stares at you. 

“no i’m not!” you shake your head, your heartbeat being undeniably fast. “but like i haven’t had a date since him and that’s kind of sad for me-”

“i swear i saw her,” the familiar voice of your old friend says, sounding so close. “it could have been anyone though.”

“no, i saw her and that motherfucker,” your ex hisses. 

“wow, i’m ‘motherfucker’,” sunghoon whispers, rolling his eyes.

“if he made a move on her i swear.”

“hey, i have an idea,” he says in your ear. 

sunghoon reaches for his phone out of his pocket, holding you close as he leans over slightly to pay the machine for a photo. the screen activates after processing his card and he selects a random frame. 

the camera starts going and you sit confused as sunghoon starts posing. you can’t help but watch him. he always looks pretty but you must admit he knows how to pose. 

you peek over to the curtain to see two pairs of legs standing outside the photo booth. you can only assume it’s them. 

“you weren’t looking in any of them,” sunghoon recalls, pressing print on the screen. 

“oh, sorry,” you turn your attention back to him. 

“it’s fine, let's do another one,” he says nonchalantly as he pays for another photo strip.

this time sunghoon shifts in his spot, making it so that your face can be seen on the screen without having to turn you around in his lap.

you awkwardly copy sunghoon’s poses until by the second to last picture you hear him again.

“that fucker is in the photo booth,” the male voice outside says, seeing as he drops the photo strip back into where it fell from. 

“come closer,” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“fine,” you lean onto him. “but don’t show my face too much. i’m not wearing concealer today.”

“you look just as pretty,” sunghoon leans closer so your lips barely brush the others. “maybe even prettier than usual.”

he brings his thumb to your bottom lip, gently stroking it before closing the gap. 

you hate to admit it but kissing sunghoon was everything you expected and more. you’ve caught yourself daydreaming about his lips on yours during one-on-one meetings in the conference room. when his hair is still damp from his after-shower practice and his face is still slightly flushed.

park sunghoon can make you mad, especially when he got secretary over you in freshman year. but you cannot deny that even when bitter about the council's choice you wanted to kiss that proud smile on his face. 

he made you mad when he stole your posters when you were running for secretary again the next year. but after he found you crying in the far stairwell he explained he only did that because he thinks you should run for president instead. sunghoon even pulled out another stack of flyers he made for you that he spent the whole night doing.

the sunghoon that got you both kicked out of a council meeting for arguing with each other is the same sunghoon with his lips molded perfectly against yours. 

the same boy that had you studying your ass off when class ranks came out, since he’s your only competition, is the same boy in front of you now with his lips locked on yours.

you start to feel dizzy by the decreased amount of air in your lungs by the minute but you can’t bring yourself to let go just yet. when you start seeing black specs dotting your vision you finally pull away to see a heavily panting sunghoon with a flushed face. 

“sorry,” sunghoon apologizes as he catches his breath.

your heart sinks. he only kissed you to distract you and probably so your ex will see the photos when they print.

“oh,” you fight the frown threatening to appear on your face. “it’s okay. he’s probably gone now.”

“i would have asked for your permission but you looked really stressed and i thought it would help you get your mind off your asshole ex.”

“thanks,” you say with a pout sunghoon finds adorable.

“you still seem sad,” he pokes at your sides, making you squirm in his hold. “maybe another kiss?”

“maybe,” you say shyly. 

sunghoon is out forty dollars by the time you and he are done kissing in the photo booth. he kept mindlessly swiping his card as his lips stayed on yours to prevent anyone from kicking you two out since you were there for a considerable amount of time.

you’re interrupted by sunghoon’s phone ringing profusely. 

“where are you two?” jungwon asks in a panic. “we need those balloons.”

“traffic,” sunghoon says as you plant a line of kisses down his neck, hands tangled in the hair at his nape.

“hurry up,” jungwon advises him.

you and sunghoon return to school an hour and a half after you originally left. with a bag of balloons and a stack of photo strips. most of them capturing purely just of you two making out.

when stepping foot in the gym and you go over to hand jungwon the balloons he so desperately needed. he quickly notices the matching hickeys forming on both your necks and how disheveled your uniforms and hair appear.

“traffic huh?” jungwon asks as his eyes flicker between both of you.

"lots," you nod as you walk away to help minjeong tie balloons.

[yeossemble]

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[arminzblackbimbo]

the girl is mine

blackfem!reader x suicide squad joker

tw: mdni, kinda dark nothing too crazy, rough treatment, slow sex, missionary, choking, reader is kinda a crybaby, biting, hair pulling, nipple play, boob slapping ??, “doll” used as pet name, reader calls him "jay", bruising, blood mentioned, blood sucking, begging, dom joker, they are both kinda masochist, grinding, and bad spelling !!

"doll stop crying" he is holding your shaking form, your head in the crease of his neck. you can hear him gruff out in your ear, he gives you all of these gifts and presents and all he gets in return is tears. no thank you's or kisses.

all you wanted was to get another necklace to add to your jewelry collection, from when he does his nightly robberies he always brings you something back. something shiny that makes you swoon over him. you’ve always wore gold jewelry but just mere minutes earlier joker gave you a silver necklace, knowing you can't stand that color.

you have tears coming down your cheeks, hyperventilating as your face comes out of hiding in his neck to look at him. you can his silver teeth grinding because he is annoyed. " jay, i-i-i’m sorry but i just don’t want that necklace " you stammered out, not getting a chance to collect yourself before he grips the sides of your neck tightly making you a little light headed. you grip his wrist, tears coming down a little faster. your eyes getting glossy while he rolls his.

your chest heaves even with your air flow constricted you let heavy breaths out. watching you as you scratch at his hand at your throat. satisfied to see you gasp out. "be grateful doll, i could snap your neck since your being so rude" he loves how pretty you look when he holds you throat. it makes him harder in his pants. he finally lets you go when he sees your eyes slightly roll back. smiling watching you cough out trying to speak again.

when you speak again your still sniffing, but your voice is now a little raspy. "i just wanted some gold" all the things he does for you and you have the nerve to pout and cry. he is sick of it, the hand that was just at your throat going to grip your hair tightly, causing "ow's" to leave your lips when he uses your hair to move you from the living room to the bedroom

he just laughs while he drags you down the hallway, doing his classic clown laugh that scares you especially when he gets like this. " your just a spoiled thing, ain't you cupcake ?" pulling your hair harder when he shuts the door of your shared bedroom. your lips pouting when you can feel your head throb as he pulls you onto the bed, laying you down next to him

loving how your whine when he presses his fingers into your scalp “jay that hurts” he dismisses your pain.

covering your lips with his hand that has that smiling mouth on it. that he loves to tease and antagonize you with. “smile more doll” laughing more at you. playing with your feelings. moving his hand to start kiss your pouting lips roughly to stop your cries.

he loves to act like you annoy him when really he is happy with anything that you do. deep down he cares for you deeply and you both know that, its why you act like this. he finally lets your hair go as he lays you down flat on your back. still keeping his lips locked on you while he puts his weight heavily on top of you.

feeling your legs wrap around his waist and arms wrap around his neck tightly. the position making your body start to tingle your done crying, now your body feels hot. his length starts to throb as his tongue moves with yours and spit starts moving past your lips. he is messy with the kisses wanting them his way not slow like how you like them. "please jay" you gasp when your lips pull apart from each other.

"i shouldn't give you anything, always begging and crying" he grumbles against your lips, biting the skin to see you wince. his blue eyes burning into yours watching you intense biting harder into the soft skin of your lip to see the discomfort. he lets you go your lips swelling from the assault.

giving you one last kiss making it sloppy before he is pecking down your neck, where he begins to bite that already bruised skin from his rough hold, his teeth bruising you even more. even though it hurts so bad it feels so good. you’ve grown the love the feeling “jay, i need you please” your pulling him closer to you. holding him securely against you.

he grabs your face between his hand squeezing your checks tightly together “shut up” he mumbles out, coming to look you in the eyes, he can still see the tear marks that are etched into your face. he almost wants to roll his eyes how lovesick he really is, rolling his tongue along your face to collect your dried tears “all the whining im sick of it”

he has to pry your hands off him to help you take your shirt and pants off so he has all the access he needs to mark you up as much as he can. you can feel his silver hit your skin first before anything it makes you shiver with how cold the metal is. running your hands through his soft green hair to just touch him.

he starts his focus near your collar bone where he bites hard enough to make you draw blood, blood that he has to suction his lips around to collect. making you wince and gasp, looking down to the purple pains that are starting to spread across your skin. really when you plead and beg for him it makes him stiffen more in his pants, but he can’t let you know that.

your body wrapped around him again as you crave the attention of his body. he positions his mouth right by your ear “don’t play soft with me sweetheart, i know you like it rough” his voice raspy in your ear when he bites the shell of it while you hiss and whine. running his tongue in the ridges, lifting under you back to help take your bra off. letting it fly across the room when he starts kissing you against your chest, sucking on the skin of your breast

you slightly tug on his hair and he moans so sweetly. you feel the start of you sweating, the arousal giving you a temperature like feeling. your body starting to grind and roll up into him feeling how stiff he is, giving you so much pleasure and he not even inside you yet.

you nearly jumpstart when he suddenly bites your nipple the pain making you jump running his tongue over the pebble and suctioning his lips to soothe the pain. “feel so good” you whispers gripping his hair tighter when he switches to your other breast. sinking his teeth in harder to hear those pretty noise he loves working his hips to build a rhythm into you

letting your breast go, he lifts his head up to just admirers your naked body, reaching his hands to touch all the welts he created. your so cute it makes him aggressive for some reason. sometimes he just wants to squeeze you against him til he can’t anymore.

makes him do things like pressing your breast together roughly. your so adorable he can’t help it, you have to arch your back up for some relief. watching the flesh spill from in between his fingers. he lets them free loving how their decorations he has added to your skin, he pulls his hand back and smacks the mounds of flesh

the static feeling has you jumping, trying to run away from the unique state he has you in when he starts to twist your sore nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. holding them tightly to stretch them as far as they can go. slapping your breast again while he watches them jiggle

he’s infatuated with you, how your body reacts to him, even your crybaby ways. sliding your panties off. “you ready for me doll ?” distracting with a question so he can strip himself of his clothes, waiting for your answer. your mouth to busy watering looking at his body, it’s so sculpted and the different images on his body has you tracing them with your fingertips while you wait for him to finish undressing

your eyes locking on his bobbing thickness when he pulls himself free. “so ready for you” you can feel the wetness leaking from you just looking at him. positioning your body so that your legs are wide open your feet laying on the bed. wide open for him so he can see everything, so he can see you

joker just sees you spread out and it’s like he gets hypnotize. running his hands over your legs to comfort you preparing you. moving closer to your body adjusting to lightly tap the tip of him onto you to feel the stickiness between your folds. “i should punish you, shouldn’t fuck you at all. should make you beg all night” the cream covers him when continues with the motion, your wetness coating him “huh, since you don’t like my gifts ?” he questioned you, working his length between your puffy lips. the moisture helps him when start to roll into you not yet penetrating you. your clit being hit with his spitting head of precum

“jay im sorry” you mew he can already see those tears that he hates so much at the corners of your eyes. “you forgive me ?” you reach out to him your hand running on his flexing core. trying to seduce him to comply with your wants

he ignores you knowing your trying to get him to fall into your trap. he shoves you hand out the way voice gruff. positioning himself to poke into you slowly, you can feel your walls seperating when he moves deep, sucking him in. causing his moans to be animalistic almost sounding like he is growling. and he is still pushing his thicknesss into you.

you feel like you can’t breathe when he meets his pelvis with yours. he can’t even relax, because of your walls gripping him. your plushy walls pulsing while he is inbetween them “doll, your squeezing me so tight” he kisses your check softly. pulling his arms under you to pull you closer to him pressing your chest against his.

you crave the feeling of his soft kissing when he lays his head in your neck. kissing your neck tenderly touching the bruises and letting his tongue roll over them when he starts a gentle pace into you. “j-j-jay your so deep” your mouth right by his ear where he can hear you take ragged breaths

even though he grabs your hair hard making your head throb, makes you throat sore from him always squeezing his hand around it, from him bruising you in bites all over. but whenever he is inside of you he contradicts himself moving slowly. never being rough when he is inside your snug walls. instead he wants you to be rough with him.

his eyes rolling back when you start to grab at his back. your nails dragging on his skin and letting the burning feeling take over body. “scratch me harder baby” his voice light as he begs while he is humping you is so rhythmic the when the top of him catching in the back of your walls on that special spot which makes you grant his wishes. your nails dragging down his skin rougher

your legs have to stay open to make sure you can feel him. feel him almost reaching your cervix, blood coming from his fresh line wounds on his skin. he loves the pain it brings him pleasure, it over takes his body. he craves it from you whenever your walls consume him

he is moving slowly and steadily, making you desperate for just a little more. your fingers running through his soft strands. your fingers are doing the same thing your toes are doing, curling. pushing your fingers into his scalp grabbing tightly at his hair pulling his head back hard

you can see his lip move with each roll of his hips. he is talking to himself quietly, only speaking louder to praise you. he can’t collect himself, the burning in his scalp makes his eyes flutter and his lip come between his teeth. whimpers coming out to your ears.“harder, please fuck me harder” you beg you can feel a simmering feeling in your body

his head whips froward when you let his soft locs go “you know i can’t doll, you know…” his words jumbling together, you only catch the beginning. your legs coming to wrap around to keep him close. your back arching up when he angles his hips just right to hit the back of your walls, his groin rubbing on your clit.

he has to collect his breath when you look so eternal laid out and moaning for him. you wetness coating him so much he has use his knees so that he has proper direction and doesn’t slip into you. he can feel your legs starting shake around his waist. "come on baby you don’t wanna do your favorite part ?”

he knows you have so much love for wrapping your hands around his throat, dominating him makes you feel in charge. but really it’s his favorite part. having to use all your focus to bringing your shaky hands to cut his air supply off holding his neck, not yet adding pressure. "harder doll" his hips still stroking you slow and steady.

he can feels his blood pulse to his length when your cut his air flow off. threatening an early release from him that he has hold you tightly to not spill to quickly. he likes the pain it makes his body buzz. causing the new found piston of his hips.his hips rolling deeply into you while your body start shake more. pressing your thumbs almost makes it seems like your trying to touch the back of his throat.

noticing the whites of his eyes slowly taking over his pupils from the lack of oxygen. his pale neck turned purple with how hard he had you holding him. your hands letting him go watching him gasp and groan. legs around his waist while he strokes you so consistently. his milky skin and his tattoos make you dizzy.

the long strokes makes you start to feel the pit in your stomach, the high creeping up on you. grabbing his lower back with both hands scratching near the base of his back. “jayyy”

your consuming him, controlling him from how your plushness surrounds him, from your nail creating pleasure. the first reaction of you when you can feel the sensation reaching from the tip of your toes to you the ache in your pelvis, from how deep his hips work into yours. is to bite him like how he does you, sinking your teeth in his shoulder

“ugh cupcake, your trynna k-” he shakes on top of you. your both almost at your peak, biting him harder when you can feel the tingles all over your body while your moaning into his skin. “your trynna… trynna” he mumbles more feeling the quake in his loins. while your thighs are trembling faster

you both coming to your high at the same time, pulling him so close to your body, letting him free from your teeth. moaning more “j-jay please” your eyes rolling back when you let your body go. letting the euphoria take over. your whole body shaking while he can feel your walls taking his cum in.

he kisses you to swallow your moans, the sounds vibrating against each other. your arsoual at the same time makes your souls combine together he lets your lips go when your body stopped buzzing. seeing your eyelids flutter close when he pulls out of you

when you wake up from you sex induced nap. your meet with three gold necklaces and 6 golden bracelets gracing your wrist, making you smile dreamily

[sxgarhan]

i  dreamed a  long ,  long  dream.  in the  dream ,  the  fairytale had  a  perfect  and  beautiful ending.

@awwriri

[cupcek]

❀ * ˚⁺ ͙۪ ❀ pastel de fresas

[bunnycheekgirl]

[thevoidisback]

Ok, I'll keep that in mind but I don't use gacha life 2

I still use gacha club

Gacha life 2 is too difficult for me

Gacha club is much easier for me

;w;

Void: Don't worry! Our narrator is still using gacha Club or Gacha glitch from itch.io so you'll be fine :∆

[jlheon]

𝓢𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐓 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐒𝐇

(𝓹airing) ── psh x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓬lassmates to lovers ; fluff, kissing, & nonsexual shower 𝔀ordcount ( 1600 ) 𝓹eng's note. my kiss scenes suck! they move too fast i reckon! 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. while patroling at night on a class field trip, you catch sunghoon swimming fully clothed past curfew

unlike the rest of your peers, you hate going on school trips, especially overnight ones.

it was tiring to patrol the hotel late at night when everyone was supposed to be in their rooms at curfew. you were exhausted from being in charge of making sure everyone had a room once arriving.

and now you had to do one extra lap around the whole building before you could knock out on your bed.

but that was just your job as class president, you loved it, but you must admit sometimes you wish your vice president was given some of your tasks.

luckily for you, as you finished your lap around the floor everyone was staying, nothing seemed out of place.

you sighed in relief as you unlocked your room with your keycard, about to fall asleep in the same clothes you arrived in due to so much fatigue until you heard a huge splash coming from your balcony.

you groan as you walk up to the curtain and push them aside, only to reveal park sunghoon fully clothed swimming around the pool.

angry and tired, you quickly slide open the glass door leading to your balcony and lean over the railing to shout. “sunghoon! get inside! curfew was an hour ago!”

the boy looks up at you on your balcony and smirks, getting further into the deep end.

he goes below the water's surface and when he emerges his hair is dripping wet. shaking the wet strands out of his face. his white shirt sticking to his skin, giving you a glimpse at his toned chest.

“park sunghoon i will come down there and drag you out myself,” you huff, glaring at him.

“i’ll be waiting,” he teases, diving back under the water.

you aggressively shut the glass door and slip your slippers back on. sprinting towards the elevator and getting down the ground level, not wanting to waste any more time that could be used for sleeping.

when you enter the lobby it’s not empty, families and couples still wandering about, but thankfully none of your classmates were up but sunghoon whom you knew of.

“how long is the pool open for?” you ask the front desk.

“for another hour,” the woman behind the desk tells you, “do you need any towels?”

“one please,” you say, watching park sunghoon swimming around from the window.

you make your way out to the pool deck after thanking the woman, pushing the door open to see his head bob up from the water to stare at you.

“i brought you a towel,” you inch closer to the pool, “go to your room.”

“that’s sweet of you ms. president,” sunghoon coos, “but i’m not done swimming yet.”

“seriously, go to bed,” you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance.

“the pool doesn’t close for another hour,” he reminds you, “if you join me i’ll go inside.”

“it’s cold and it’s late,” you cross your arms.

“i guess i’m not going inside then,” he shrugs, getting ready to dive under the water again.

you groan in defeat, setting the towel on the closest pool chair and slipping off your slippers. walking towards the pool stairs and dipping your toes in. cursing at the temperature, you walk a couple of steps down just so the water touches below your shorts.

“are you happy now,” you roll your eyes as his drenched figure approaches you.

“come deeper,” sunghoon extends his hand.

you reluctantly place your hand in his and let him pull you deeper into the pool. the water seeping through your thin shirt and shorts.

sunghoon notices you shivering and pulls you closer by your waist.

“can we go now?” you say quietly, placing your hands on his chest.

“you just got in,” he fakes a pout, tightening his grip on your waist so you can't retreat now.

if someone told you this morning that you would be waist-deep in the hotel pool at eleven at night hugging park sunghoon, you would have punched them in the face.

your head leaning on his shoulder as you stand in the middle of the water.

you’ve never been this close to sunghoon, though you’ve talked to him many times. he was your deskmate in freshman year in biology and you two had gotten considerably close.

though that faded when you had no classes together in sophomore and now junior year, but it’s not like you two were strangers.

but you would never expect to be practically molded to him instead of getting the well-needed rest required for the activities you and the council had planned tomorrow.

sunghoon notices the chattering of your teeth as you cling to him in search of any heat. your lips quivering as you hug him close.

“you still cold?” he softly asks, his wet hand running through your hair.

“mhm,” you hum, staring at the blue water surrounding you two.

“want me to warm you up?” sunghoon says teasingly, lifting your chin with the tip of his finger.

you tilt your head at him in confusion before he leans down and presses his lips on your cold ones.

the kiss is slow yet deep as he places a hand on your neck to tilt you at just the right angle. your hands find his nape and thread your fingers through the wet hair.

you break away to catch your breath and collect your thoughts when sunghoon gives you no time to recover.

his lips smashing against yours once again in a more passionate kiss. filled with desire as he gently nibbles on your bottom lip, silently begging for entrance.

you obliged, parting your lips so his tongue could slip inside. exploring your mouth as you stand there unmoving.

when sunghoon finally breaks free for air your cheeks are flushed and you are embarrassed by your lack of kissing experience.

“that was my first kiss,” you blurt out as sunghoon’s chest heaved up and down.

“what?” sunghoon says a little stunned, not that he’s complaining, he’s glad to be your first kiss. but how has nobody ever kissed you before?

“yeah,” you uncomfortably giggle, “sorry if i was bad or anything, you were good though!”

“you were good,” sunghoon pats your head, pecking your cheek.

you bury your head in sunghoon’s neck as your cheeks continue to heat up. he can’t help but smile to himself at your adorable antics.

a minute later one of the hotel staff walks out to inform you two that the pool is now closed. sunghoon splashes you as you run away from him to exit the pool. wrapping yourself in the towel you had brought.

“i only brought one towel.”

sunghoon chuckles before unwrapping the fabric from around you and fixing it to cover both of your cold bodies.

you both rush into the elevator, pressing the button to your floor. sunghoon walks you to your room before kissing you goodnight.

though minutes later when you’re sat on your floor trying to process whatever just happened, there’s a knock at your door.

sunghoon is back with his phone and a change of clothes, still dripping onto your carpet.

“sunghoon?” you look at him confused.

“thought we could spend some more time together.”

you find yourself under the warm shower head with sunghoon behind you, gently shampooing your hair.

your drenched clothes are now laid on your balcony to dry.

the warm water hits your back as you wash his hair. steam engulfs the whole bathroom, fogging up the glass door, and the mirror.

the body wash you both lather on diminishing the scent of chlorine that followed you from the pool now replaced with strawberry and coconut.

it’s weird to think you and sunghoon are in such an intimate position after not talking for nearly a year and a half but it feels right.

the way he kisses you between rinsing his body makes an uncontrollable amount of butterflies erupt in your stomach.

you both get out of the shower, sunghoon shaking his hair like a wet dog, droplets of water hitting your face.

sunghoon gets changed into the clothes he brought from his room while you find something to wear in your suitcase.

he brushed your hair and blow-dried it for you as you did your skincare in the bathroom mirror. you spin around to apply some of your moisturizer to his pretty face.

you both finally crash onto your bed at a quarter to one in the morning. a time not ideal for your set alarm of six that will go off in a mere five hours. but that doesn’t seem to matter to you when you have your head rested on park sunghoon’s chest as his arms are around you, lips brushing against yours in one final kiss before the both of you fall into a deep sleep.

in the morning you realize you’ve hit snooze too many times when there's a loud pattern of knocks on your door. startling both you and sunghoon.

you instruct sunghoon to stay in bed while you answer the door.

your annoyed vice president is the one outside your door, storming past you and into your room only to notice sunghoon asleep on your bed.

“you spent the night with sunghoon?” jungwon gasps.

“shut up!” you shove him, “he’s still sleeping!”

“well, you need to get him back to his room before we head out to the city,” jungwon argues.

“oh my god! can you just cover for me for once?” you plead with the underclassmen, “just give me like an extra hour of sleep and we’ll meet you there!”

“fine, but if mrs. kim catches sunghoon in your room it’s all on you,” jungwon sighs, exiting your hotel room.

you let out a breath of relief as you climb back into bed with sunghoon. setting another alarm before slipping under the duvet and back into his strong arms.

you pray that nobody notices the two of you showing up late to the café for breakfast at the same time, with park sunghoon smelling like your signature scent of strawberries and coconut.

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no more (baby i'ma do right)

part (੭̲᱖)

armin alert x blackfem!reader x connie springer

tw: mdni, poly relationship, oral (male r.), backshots, boy x boy moments, exhibition, missonary, taking turns, "bubba" as an endearment, spit, no plot just smut, sweat licking, three person kiss, lots of talking, begging, choking, a lil long again, whining and pouting, different perspectives, grinding, and praise

connie who watches while armin has you in a deep arch and gives you his all. his thumbs pressing into your back while he thrust deeply. his pelvis making hard contact with your soft ass. armin's consistent strokes being buried into you for the last 20 minutes, not letting up.

connie loves watching armin fuck you. he loves watching his hips swing into you. hearing those high pitched moans leave him, and seeing his skin have a slight red hue. the sight makes him start to buzz in his skin.

connie sits next to you in bed and rubs your back and whispers encouragement into your ear. while he watches you, he sees your body shake while the blonde strokes you deeply.

"you can do it baby, doesn't it feel good ?" connie encouraging you with his words. his breath against your ear adds to your senses. your drooling against the bed just nodding to answer connie's question.

your lips trembling together. "he's being t-t-too rough con' " your hands grip onto the sheets. armin keeps hitting so deeply inside you while you try and twist and turn in his hold. pushing into you so deeply you can feel him in your stomach.

"your ok baby, your ok " the words relax you just a little, enough for the burn in your stomach to take over. the electric like feeling make your toes curl and back arch in more, to relish in the pleasure.

your whine into the sheets feeling your legs start to tense up. the muscles shaking with how much you've clenched up. " connie-connie" you hands reach to grab him. pulling him close when you feel the clear liquid leave you and cover the silk sheets. you can feel your eyes cross to the back of your head while your moan into the night air

armin is behind you red in the face, mouth open letting out his whines and whimpers from your soft walls choking him. "bubba, i'm bout to cum" he speaks to connie, his face flush red as he looks connie in the eyes. armin know connie likes to swallow him. likes to capture the seed of him.

connie is so happy to swallow his cream he positions his chin on your butt, to catch armin in his mouth. sticking his tongue out when he watches armin pull out of you. your sticky fluids sticking to his girth. his mouth starting to a salivate, ready for the taste.

immediately starting to suckle on his tip when armin sticks it in his mouth. sucking softly to draw his orgasm from him. pushing more into his mouth to collect his semen and swallow. connie's mouth still sucking when he has nothing left to give him.

connie needs more, the taste frying his brain making his hunger grow. while he pushes more and more of armin into his mouth. loving how the girth stretches his mouth.

armin is gripping your waist while connie drains him. connie loves having the taste of you and armins essence at the same time. "ugh connie i-i- " armin is overwhelmed. he just had your walls hugging him. now connie is swallowing him, pushing him to the back of his throat.

you tiredly lay there while armin holds your hips, and listen to their exchange. from connie's spit as he moves up and down armin's length to armins loud moans and whines. you love listening to armin whines.

he made you feel so good and the liquid that left you has your eyes start too droop. all the physical intimacy making your body slump and breath to even out, armins hands holding you steady in a deep arch.

connie kissing the pink tip as it soften in his hands. "thank you baby, thank you so much for your cum" he swipes his tongue in armins slit to taste the last few droplets to quench his thirst. "mmm i love you, my pretty boy" connie rasps out. while he moves to the base of him and lick all of your juices off him.

looking up too see those tired baby blues, connies kisses his way up armins soft stomach. licking the droplets of sweat that rolls of him. the saltiness had him wanting more when he works his way up to his neck. licking and sucking all the hard work off him.

"i wanna kiss" armin pouts out. the tone making connie's length jump in his shorts. his body responding to his whines and begs.

connie trails his tongue up to his flushed face to collected all the sweat that sweeps from his pores. letting the taste hit his tongue "you always pouting bubba. use your manners"

"please gimme a kiss" he puckered his lips awaiting for those pillow soft lips. watching connie smile with those perfect teeth just shaking his head.

he chuckles a little, giving armins lips a teasing peck. watching when armin chases his lips when he pulls away "you and (୨୧) are so spoiled" pushing his lips to give him his wishes. swallowing his moans with his mouth.

swiping their tongues together, armin can taste his release on connie's tongue he loves how it's mixed with your juices. the taste making his eyes roll back. he moves his lips faster, wanting more, the sounds of their lips smacking almost making his soft length grow until connie's pulls away.

"you did so good baby, you gonna let me have her too ?" connie ask before he sees the blonde tiredly shake his head up and down. they share one last kiss before they part, letting spit web between their lips.

you jump when connie hits you hard on the soft skin of your butt. the smack ringing off you skin. making you open your eyes wide when your hear those words "wake up, baby" your body is tired. armin was so rough with you, your tender everywhere

you whine out into the sheets "bubba 'm tired" you can't even catch your breath with this two. you can feel connie replace where armin was holding your hips strong making your flinch.

"you not gonna let me get a taste baby" his hands that were holding you is now rubbing your hips. "hmm, come on baby you gotta talk to me" he wants to hear your pretty voice. hear you stagger out the answer he wants to hear so bad. he pushes you flat on your stomach and gently flips you over.

your heavily breathing on your back. seeing connies light eyes watch you intensely. waiting on a answer from you. you just pucker your lips looking at him with low eyes.

"what do you say baby ?" he just shakes his head that you and armin act just alike. expecting him to understand you from the pucker lips your showing him

"can i get a kiss please bubba ?" he presses his body on top of yours. heavily on your chest, and in between your legs that he wraps around his waist.

he leans into you laying those pink lips on you. you love to taste armin's cum on his tongue. his tongue laps at yours softly, making light sucking noises.

his hands gripping on your naked thighs letting the flesh spill between his fingers when his lips touch yours you can taste armin on his tongue loving how he taste with connie's spit.

he loves kissing both of you, likes how your lips are so soft and hold him securely. his hips are inbetween your legs, only covered with his boxers. his length pressed against your bare front through the thin cloth.

you steadily roll into him, feeling the pulse between your legs grow from the soft kisses. you can feel the arousal start to prickle your skin. you pull away, feeling overwhelmed "gimme it, i want it now please"

he grabs at your thighs tighter. you can see those straight white teeth smile at you. " you sure, i thought you was tired baby ?" he pecks you lips one more time. looking at your pretty face demand him to touch your shaking body

"no-no i want you please bubba" you grab onto him you legs wrapping around him like tighter. legs wrapping around and hands clutching him tightly.

he unhooks your limbs from around him. positioning your body into a new direction. your pliable due to your exhaustion, it allows him to easily slide your knees to touch your shoulders. folding your body in half. he likes having you like this. in half so he can easily see his favorite parts of you.

you can feel armin lay next to you catching his breath while you are just prepped for connie. you see his body sweaty and relaxed, panting watching connie hold your body still.

connie can see armin was pretty rough with you causing your folds to be swollen. your clit sticking into the air and you pulse from the aftershocks and air hitting the area, causing juices to spill out of you. you walls are squished tightly around nothing. just fluttering waiting for connie's attention

he watched the liquid leave your walls and cover your puckered hole. he groans out at the beauty of the sight. he becomes impatient stripping himself of all his clothes.

pressing those knees tighter against your shoulders. he can see those puffy lips. fat from the assault of armins hips. he rubs his thick length between those swollen puffy lips, letting them cushion him as he catches the leaky head on your swollen clit. letting your leftover cream coat him in a even sheen.

"i want this pussy so bad, but you ain't begged enough for this dick" he grinds into you deeper. his hips dragging until all of his thick length is covered in your wettness. "you gotta beg for it baby" those light eyes stinging into you.

"hmm please please bubba i need you" you go to grab on his naked arms that hold your legs going to pull him to where he closer to you. "please i need you so bad"

he watches you beg for him as he hears the slick noises from below you. it makes him harder in between your legs. " you want it that bad baby ?" he feels your hands grabbing him.

connie still rubs himself on you. grinding into you harder slotting himself to hit your clit harder. you shake your head up and down. "yes, yes please" your bottom lip start to shake again. your always spoiled with affection when you don't get immediate attention for your begging your first reaction is to pout and cry.

he goes to grab your face into one of his hands. "stop all that crying, you gonna get this dick. alright ?" he moves to lay those lips on you again. giving you light pecks on your pushed out lips. his hands puckering your lips up. "just wanted you to beg a lil" he whispers against your lips

you can feel your stomach tighten at his words and his hips rolling into you. he groans as you start to coat him even more, "you ready baby ?" he's holding back when he sees you in a dazed out look. seeing your pupils dilated and just a slight string of drool hanging out your pushed together lips

you can't respond because of his hands holding your face. simply shaking your head and he accepts your pleas, his stomach clenches when he pokes his thick length into you. your tight muscles popping when he slips slowly inside.

he can almost easily settle inside thanks to armins rough thrust earlier. your ribbed walls wrapped tightly around him. it causes him to relax into you laying his chest on top of yours "shit (୨୧) you trynna kill me" the tip of him spreading you out with a slight burn

moving your legs from of your shoulders, the front of your chest bare so that his chest is on top of yours. the stretch sending you into overdrive. as he works slowly into you.

connie has always had trouble fitting inside you. his width always giving him a hard time. the thickness making your walls stretch unnecessarily. the feeling in your stomach has your calling out to him. almost overwhelmed

he rest his forehead on yours letting his heart beat connect with yours through your chest. lips slightly touching yours. "come on, let me in baby" his eyes so close to yours the eye contact has you shivering. your name rolling of his lips, touching yours.

you connect your lips with his just savoring the feeling of him between your legs. pushing till he is half way inside of you. the light thrust he does to get deeper into you has you squirming.

armin can see your lips wetting connie's while he relaxes next to you. he come close to you rolling to his side to watch connie hips work against yours. the small thrust warming you up, for the movement of his hips

he moves closer to both of you. watching while your lips connect softly. his hunger for you both growing. he wants a kiss from you both. armin moves to touch your body as his drift towards you, his face mere centimeters away from both of yours

watching intensely as your lips connect. wanting the feeling he sees. going to give you a small peck on your cheek to alert you that he is there. spreading more kisses that are slightly wet with his saliva.

working his lips til they are almost next to yours that move with connie's. he pecks the corner of skin of your lips. armin whines so that y'all can notice him when he squeeze his face in between both of yours he is almost to his wishes.

you and connie move your head to allow armins soft lips to touch yours. his body so close its molding with the both of your moving bodies. the three pairs of lips trying to find a right pace so that they are all can find pleasure.

start to move your lips slow so that armin can catch up with how connie is trying to stuff his tongue instead both of your mouths. loud smacking being made and eager licks toward each other.

the tangles of wet muscles and low groan from connie are the sounds your hear. armin swollen lips working against you both. the feelings of both their mouths on yours as you feel connie inch deeper and deeper inside almost flush to each other.

different techniques working together to find pleasure. sloppy letting the saliva coat each others lips. dripping down to your chin, teeth clashing. connie hips start a shallow pace making your toes curl as you feel the pressure in your stomach.

you lips still when he hits a certain spot in you. moaning against them letting them get carried with their own kiss while you relax into the deep strokes connie gives you. clutching him tighter against you. "mmm connie, feels so good" you pull your face into his neck as he occupies armin with his sweet kisses.

your stomach knotting with the deep strokes you feel. letting those long nails grip his back. shivering into connie's body, you see connie's teeth pull armins lip as he leans away from him. panting softly at the stamina he is working himself up too.

skin to skin feeling how your goosebumps cover your body. connie moves closer to your ear. "i wanna see you kiss armin baby" licking the skin on you face to collect the sweat that coats your skin.

your lips are swollen from the assault of both of theirs. you whine for armins mouth, after unlatching your self from connie's neck. groaning when armin rushes to push his tongue down your thoart. rushing your lips to move faster against his

connie lets armin distract with those kisses while he pokes you deeper, rolling his hips. hitting that spot that has your toes curling. pelvis to pelvis grinding into you. watching those pretty eyes flutter. your swollen clit catching onto the front of his base.

you hands grabbing armin. legs wrapping around connie tightly keeping him from going anywhere. while your lips tangle with armins. you can feel connie's grunts vibrate through your chest.

you come up for air, gasping as you feel connie hitting that spot that has you whining. you feel connie strong hand come to hold on your neck applying pressure that has you squeaking out at each thrust

"ugh gimmie this pussy" he is so vulgar letting those dirty words leave his mouth. opposite of you and armin who are rather shy. he can't help the filthy things that leave his mouth when he plows deeper into you.

armin tiredly lays next to both of you turning to his side licking his swollen lips and watching connie's hip dig into yours. now he sees why connie loved it so much. he can see both of your faces morphe into those euphoria like features. watches while connie hand grips your neck as he uses your throat as an anchor to work into you

seeing the sweat dripping of his body when it connected with yours. seeing your nail dig into his back sure to draw blood. while he hears your voice coo out into his ear "it's too big bubba, too big c-c can't do it"

your still sensitive from armin roughness your walls tender clenching around him when he pushes his length rougher into you. letting his hand squeeze against your throat tighter. "you love this big dick, don't be like that baby" kissing along the side your neck beside his hand. "mmh don't you love this dick ?"

"yes yes i love it !" he moves his hand away backing away from your chest. giving himself room to get a taste. seeing your chest bounce and glow from the sweat your body is producing. hooking his hands under your back to arch you up. he lowers his head to attach himself to you. sucking softly and getting the sweet sweat that comes with it.

you moan feeling him flick his tongue, loving the sensation of every feeling your release come early. feeling that static start to spread throughout your body, his hips working in a steady rhythm, helping you towards that feeling.

armin comes along too, your breast making his mouth water he can't resist himself. he working his mouth on the fat of you breast sucking along the flesh. suctioning his lips so that color of the skin underneath changes due the pressure. armin working hard to cover your chest with hickes

you feel the electricity through your body the frizzy feeling in you toes making you start to shake everywhere. your waist shaking connie holding you harder, legs flaring and shaking as armin helps to hold them down while connie hips still roll into you.

"armin imma cum, i'm cumming bubba, ugh" you say armins name grabbing with him with grabby hands. even though connie is the one that's hitting your cervix with accuracy. your eyes starting to roll, with those body tremors and tightness. you hear the wetness before you feel it.

hear it spray connie stomach with he continues his assault going harder to prolong your juices spraying out. "mmm" as you can say, feeling the relief. mouth open as even more start to splash out. also the cream coming out of you is in abundance coating his thickness sliding easily out of you.

you can still feel them sucking on you the hickies armin making spreading to your neck telling you praises as you start to calm down and you start to breathe heavily when you vision becomes clearer. "you did so good sweetheart, so good" armin saying through his light voice.

connie lets your chest go, groaning while he tries to move gently but your so soft inside he start to feel an early arivval. start to feel his calf's lock up with the way he is tensing.

laying back on top you skin to skin working his hips gently to feel the locking in his thighs, but what send him over the edge is when armin places his lip in the one spot that cause him to go feral. making connie grip his chest closer to yours. while you start to drool and feel like your in a cloudy space

"mm i'm cummin, " he groans picking up his pace when it shake his whole body. let the ropes of cum hit your cervix grinding to make sure you get every drop. while he shudders on top you. the feelings becoming to much for him. both breathing heavily

armin kissing you both on the cheek and saying he running a bath. cleaning all the messes while your both relax.

connie kissing into cheek, whispering to you trying to bring you back. trying to get you talk to him, you only whine back eyes closed while body remains still. but when armin comes and says the bath is ready trying to separate you two.

you instantly tighten your legs around he has to slowly pop out of you working your legs off of him when armin scoops you up too carry you to the bath

you lay on armin chest when you lay in the bath while connie is behind you starting to wash your legs and armins. your feel the sleep take you away trusting them to clean you up and tuck you in for bed.

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[jlheon]

౨ৎ — who ru ? (lhs)

pairing. situationship! lee heeseung x fem! reader synopsis. enha try to figure you out genre. fluff & est. relationship at end wc. 2069 notes. ft. enhypen library.

none of heeseung’s members knew your name. 

which was ironic since they saw you nearly every day off they had. usually passing by heeseung’s slightly ajar door and taking a double take after seeing a female figure, then realizing it's just you, and wondering if you were heeseung's girl-friend or girlfriend.

they had grown used to your presence in the almost six months of you constantly around their home. yet nobody could ever figure out your name and who you were. 

despite running into you in the dorms multiple times none of the six had ever muttered anything more than a mere ‘hi’ or ‘sorry’ while passing. 

they always saw you around the dorms at least two times a week. though never once did they recall seeing you enter or leave. their eldest never brought you up, feeding into the idea you were some imaginary person.

heeseung was good at everything, including sneaking you in and out.

all of them being scared to say anything to you. acting like your identity was classified when they could just ask heeseung or you who you were.

but of course, riki loved to make anything and everything into a competition. 

after betting with his hyungs’ on who could figure out your name first, he spotted you in the house, residing in heeseung’s lap while he did some work on his computer. face buried in his neck while he typed away. 

riki camped out in the bathroom, with the door open, pretending to be cleaning the mirror. scrubbing the same corner repeatedly for almost ten minutes, waiting for you to use the bathroom. surely you would need to get up soon.

when he concluded that he couldn’t clean the mirror forever, he picked up his toothbrush and brushed his teeth. 

after brushing his teeth for a solid three minutes his plan was finally set into action. 

“hi riki,” you knocked on the open door. “how long do you need to brush your teeth for?”

“howdoyouknowmyname-” he spit out the toothpaste in shock. 

“riki, i’m here all the time,” you replied. “and you’re also a famous idol.”

“oh yeah..” he wiped his face with a towel from the counter. “why don’t i know your name though.”

“you’ve never asked,” you shrugged your shoulders at the younger boy covered in toothpaste. “do you mind if i wash my face, i think you’ve brushed your teeth thoroughly enough.”

“yeah of course,” riki set his toothbrush back in its holder and moved towards the door.

“you missed a spot by the way,” pointing to your chin to show where the toothpaste was left on him, lightly shutting the door.

riki’s plan had failed. 

the next to try and talk to you was jake.

he was confident that he could get your name out if you. maybe he’d even be good enough to figure out if you were heeseung’s girlfriend or not.

it was the day after riki had run into you in the bathroom. since it was their break before the long comeback season jake knew that you would probably be sleeping over. giving him the perfect opportunity to ask heeseung and you if you both wanted to eat ramen with him.

once the time on his phone read 11:15 he knocked on heeseung’s door.

“come in,”

“hi,” jake opened the door. “i was wondering if you wanted ramen, her too..”

this was perfect. surely heeseung would call you by name when he asked if you were hungry. everyone would owe him dinner for the week.

you and heeseung were on his bed. you cuddled up into his side while you both watched tiktoks on his phone. 

“baby are you hungry?” heeseung leaned down next to your ear. 

baby was not your name. jake frowned.

“no i’m okay hee,” you mumbled. “you can go eat though.”

he kissed your forehead before getting up from his bed to follow jake to the kitchen. 

jake’s plan had also failed, but the fact heeseung had called you a pet name gave him some idea that you weren't just a friend.

the uprise of interactions with the members confused you. they went from running away from you and avoiding looking at you every time you were within six feet of them to constantly seeking you and heeseung out. though it relieved you in a way since you were convinced that heeseung had strictly told them to act as if you didn't exist in the months you had spent together.

you and heeseung were in fact not an item, even though you both wished you were. you've known him since his nerdy bowl cut days in middle school, you weren't close before but after running into you years later that changed.

you knew that he had become an idol, it was hard not to notice when you saw his face on ads. never listening to his group but being able to recognize him if you were asked.

one day when you were on shift, at your then job as a barista at a small place. you had recognized him as you took his order. you didn't want to sound like an obsessed fan if he didn't remember you, so you simply bit your tongue the entire time. he had decided to tip you for bringing him his drink, which made you even more on edge when he left a stray napkin on his table with his number.

after that incident it was clear he recognized you from school, which was more worrying than relieving as he started to show up to your work even more.

eventually, his visiting you at work was not ideal anymore as he stuck out like a sore thumb with how tall he was paired with the black mask and sunglasses he never dared to take off.

alas, he had asked you to hangout somewhere else. now you no longer worked at that cafe and spent all of your free time off from classes being snuck into a kpop boy-group dorm to hang out with a boy who acted like your boyfriend but wasn't. awesome!

after your first encounters with riki and jake everyone followed after.

jay came in to ask if you had any allergies because he was making some lunch, again heeseung addressed you as anything but your real name.

two days later sunoo had sat down next to you on the living room couch and offered you a face mask. you nodded and you guys spent an hour together as heeseung and jay were gone filming for a variety show. right as sunoo was finally confident you guys were casual enough to ask you for your name heeseung walked in.

you jumped up from the couch making your way over and throwing yourself at him. holding onto him like a koala when he picked you up. he greeted sunoo, and brought you all the way to his room. shutting the door behind him.

you didn’t even get the chance to thank sunoo for hanging out with you.

within the same hour jungwon had barged into heeseung’s room, the door banging against the wall. 

“jungwon what the hell!” heeseung scolded, though keeping his voice at a whisper. “don’t you know to knock?”

“this is me exercising my leader privileges,” jungwon crossed his arms and fixed his posture.

“you could have woken her up..” heeseung stroked your hair, as you laid passed out on his chest.

“woken who up?” jungwon said mischievously, heeseung had to say your name now. 

“don’t act dumb, you can literally see her sleeping.” heeseung deadpanned. 

you started to shuffle in your sleep, beginning to wake up. 

“hee?” you grumbled. 

“it’s nothing, baby,” he answered. “just go back to sleep.”

heeseung sent jungwon a glare, shooing him out of the room. so much privacy for having only single room.

right when you thought it was over, it was finally sunghoon’s turn to figure you out. he contemplated creating a list of names that you kind of looked like and just shouting them throughout the house until you answered to one.

but after hearing jungwon explain how heeseung looked like he was about to chase him out of the dorm onto the street after he woke you up, sunghoon decided against his original idea.

he was sat on his bed for almost an hour thinking about what he could do. 

he concluded he should just be straightforward and ask you already. why hadn’t anyone else just asked you?

he let out a horrendous evil laugh that sunoo had given him a weird look for as sunghoon thought about how his plan was foolproof. he was about to be picking dinner every night for everyone.

sunghoon created a list in his head from what he gathered from all the other boys' failed attempts :

knock LIGHTLY on the door

make sure he is not interrupting anything

ask you NOT heeseung

get that free dinner

he waited for everyone to get to their rooms after dinner to make his way to the eldest’s room. you surely couldn’t have possibly fallen asleep yet as the sun had only just set. using his right hand, he softly knocked on the door. heeseung opened the door enough to show you sitting at his desk. 

“hoon?” heeseung questioned.

“i have a question.” sunghoon said firmly, keeping his chin up high, making himself look cocky in the process.

“shoot,” heeseung replied dryly, yawning at the end of his sentence.

“not for you,” sunghoon recalled the list floating around in his head, he pointed at you. “for her.”

overhearing their exchange, you took your attention away from the game you were playing on heeseung’s computer and spun the chair towards sunghoon. heeseung had no choice but to move aside and let the boy in as you had already taken note of his presence. 

“what’s your name? oh, and are you heeseung’s girlfriend?” he smiled, fist-bumping himself in his head as he finally did what the others couldn’t.

“i’m ____,” you grinned, finally happy someone had asked you directly like you and heeseung were hoping for. “i don’t know about the girlfriend part though.”

“____ i swear i was just about to talk to you about that soon-”

“i’m kidding hee!” you giggled. “i don’t understand why it took you guys so long, i’m always here.”

“i don’t know either,” heeseung agreed.  

“yeah right. you strictly told us not to look at her the first time jake caught her inside the dorm,” jay said as he walked into the room. 

one by one the rest of the group filtered into the room. sunghoon gives a whole speech about how he is truly the smartest and the first thing he wants for dinner is steak. which was nothing different from the usual but he was happy that he got to decide. the whole group talked for a few hours in heeseung’s bedroom.

once heeseung saw you yawn he quickly got up and ushered all the guys to get out as you were tired. while he was busy forcing riki to leave you collapsed on his bed and waited for him to join you.

“so girlfriend huh?” you teased as he climbed into the empty spot next to you. 

he scratched the back of his head with a nervous laugh before turning off the lamp on his bedside table. when the lights were off and you could barely make out each other's faces in the dark he spoke up.

“can i be your boyfriend?” he asked, his voice dripping with gentleness. he snuck an arm under your head and pulled you towards his chest.

“i mean i guess so,” you joked, causing heeseung to tickle your sides. 

you squirmed in his grip trying to bite him until he finally gave it a rest. 

you tilted your head up towards his trying to find his lips to give him a short kiss. ultimately missing due to the darkness and kissing his chin instead. the both of you giggled. heeseung then used his free hand to trace around your face to find your lips, bringing his head down to finally connect your lips to his.

the last thing you remembered before drifting off was the sound of heeseung lulling you to sleep with a song he had been working on for their upcoming album.