#enhypen heesung

[r-eatyourfriends-n]

Collide | l.hs 이희승 | pt. 1

best friend!heesung x best friend!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), pwp (plot's there if you look hard enough), unprotected sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation (sort of?), nipple play, heesung is cocky but only for a bit, no use of "y/n". It got sort of fluffy at the end?

synopsis: you've been having hookups for a while, but none of them have been memorable, much less good, so heesung decided you change that. Although his intentions might not be 100% pure.

wc: 5k.

a/n: this is by far not my first smut (it's literally all I write lol) but I've never posted for the enhypen fandom although I've been delusional about heesung and jake for a good while now. I have decided to break my silence. pls let me know if there are any mistakes and for sure let me know if you liked it! I actually quite enjoyed writing this as I began working on part two as soon as I finished. Also English is not my first language, I'm certain I revised this enough to avoid any grammar mistakes but thought I'd give y'all the heads up.

You arrived at Heesung's apartment late that night, just like you had warned him that you would. Given that your last date's place was near Heesung's, he had offered you to come over after your night out so that you didn't have to take a cab home. He said he'd be up playing anyway since it was a Friday night.

When you knocked, he had stood by his word. It took a few knocks and missed calls but eventually, the door opened, showing Heesung in a plain white tshirt and grey sweatpants. He welcomed you with a gentle smile, quiet as the noise rang through his headset. You nodded at him in acknowledgement and he took a step to the side to let you in.

As usual, you left your things on the couch. You signaled towards his bathroom and he nodded again, then left you alone to finish his game. You took a towel from his closet and one of his longer shirts and headed to the shower, head hanging low, letting the water run down your body when you stepped in, standing still under it, eyes closed.

Your date had been a mess.

The guy was nice; he held up to the bare minimum requirements of kindness and politeness, he payed for the bill even when you insisted for him to at least let you split it. Then he held your arm and guided you to his car like a true gentleman, where he took you to his house, layed you on his bed, and gave you the most boring, cunt-drying head and sex of your life. It felt criminal, really, that a man so handsome and well put together was such a boring and dull fuck. But there he had been, dirty blond hair parted to the side, stuck to his forehead as he sweat and heaved like a fucking pig white fucking into you, paying no mind to what you were feeling, only chasing his high.

Heesung, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about the look on your face when you stepped inside. Nor could he stop thinking about the marks that he hoped to god would be gone by morning, or your messy hair and out of place clothes, and the fact that you were willing to pull through with the plan of going to his apartment instead of staying with the guy. He picked you up, fucked you poorly (most likely), and couldn't even drive you somewhere else?

Ever since you became confident enough to put yourself out there, you've had quire the few hookups, which was unsurprising to Heesung. You were pretty, charming, and kind, and he saw those things every day. However, heesung wasn't stupid. He knew that at the end of the day, there was a good reason as to why men overall didn't have a good reputation during sex. And Heesung was someone who would love to show you a good time, but he didn't want to lose you over it.

He dreamed of it. Fantasized about it so many times— about all the ways in which he would fuck you, so good that no one else could even compare. To have you come back to him each time you even so much as think about trying to sleep with some other guy that isn't him. He'd give you the slow, teasing version of it first, taking his sweet time with each and every inch of skin until you were shaking just from the mere anticipation of feeling his cock push in, dragging out the pleasure in slow waves, praising you for enduring such intense feelings. Make you feel so good you'd cry.

If you wanted, Heesung could be rough, too. Bend you over every single piece of furniture of his apartment and yours. In his car as well, he would be lying if he said he never imagined putting you on your hands and knees on the backseat of his car whenever he picked you up from a party; have claw at the leather and leave your mark on it. Park somewhere dark and let you ride him on the driver's seat.

To be quite frank, it drove him crazy; to know that you were in his bathroom— naked in his house, and he couldn't just walk in and press you against the wall, ready to hold your weight when your knees begin to shake and buckle.

Heesung shook his thoughts away, going back to his game and trying to act normal. He unmuted himself to yell at Jake and Yeonjun, who were performing even worse than him. As they went quiet again, he heard the water stop and the bathroom door open. Your reflection appeared on his second monitor, your hair in somewhat of a low ponytail over your shoulder with a few strands on the front. Some parts of your body were clearly still damp, and his shirt stuck where there were still drops of water gathering on your skin. Heesung licked his lips, desperate to end the game and go to you, who layed comfortably on his bed, scrolling through your phone with a cold expression.

You sighed while you stared holes into Heesung's stiff back and shoulders. You showed up to his apartment knowing that he was going to be gaming with his friends, but a part of you still hoped that he would've dropped everything for like he had done sometimes, especially since today had been particularly frustrating. Still, you waited for him, just rather impatiently.

He didn't bother to say goodbye to his boys, he only turned off his computer and took his headphones off, rubbing at his red and sore ears. He turned on his chair and smiled.

“I'm done.”

“Did you win?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Heesung shook his head. “I wasn't focusing.” He shrugged. “How bad was it?"

“How'd you know it was bad?"

“You're here, aren't you?” He chuckled.

Your shoulders dropped in defeat, quietly admitting your best friend was right. Heesung's eyes softened, displaying pity as your hands came up to rub your face, leaving a red trail of pure frustration.

“He was so handsome and sweet,” You groaned into your palms. “But he barely even kissed me, or touched me.”

He gritted his teeth, eyes landing on the small, purplish spots on your neck. “You're all marked up though,” he said, trying not to let his jealousy seep into his words.

“I practically had to beg him to do anything,” you admitted, embarassed that those words even came out of your mouth.

Begged?, Heesung thought, you had to beg a random guy to do what he had been dying to do to you? He scratched at the back of his neck.

“I don't know where you keep finding these scumbags.” He stood up, walking towards the bed to sit next to you.

“Maybe they're all scumbags and I should give up, because I didn't even get to finish.”

Heesung pressed his lips together, making a thin line. He tried to think about what to say next, but words were out of his mouth before he could consider all outcomes.

“Do you still want to?”

“Want to what?” you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

“Come,” he responded, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Do you still want to come?”

Heat crept up your cheeks, your body beggining to deter from his gaze. Neither of you had ever been shy about discussing sex, or each other's sex lives—though he was much more reserved about it than you were—, but something in the atmosphere made you nervous. Something in his tone as the words came out of his mouth, something about heesung saying those words to you.

You huffed. “Well, who doesn't, right?”

His pupils were blown out in an instant. “Then let me help you.”

“Help me what?” you rolled your eyes at him, exasperated. Although he wasn't being as cryptic as you perceived him, you were just in a bad mood.

Heesung just shrugged. “Come,” he repeated, leaning closer to you. “Let me make you come.”

The whole world stopped for you, or at least that's what it felt like. Your face contorted, a thousand thoughts rushing through your mind.

Yes, it was your best friend, who you barely recognized at the moment. But you would be lying if you said his words didn't have an effect on you, his offer making you shiver. Still, you had some level of skepticism because again, he was your best friend.

“Stop playing, I'm not in the mood.” Was all you managed to push out, not feeling like being teased.

Unable to back down now —or not wanting to—, heesung took a deep breath.

“Do I look like I'm playing?”

You turn to face him, and looked for a hint, or even such as a glimpse of him being the teasing asshole that he had always been, however, he never faltered. If anything, he seemed impatient for an answer.

“I think you deserve to know what a good night feels like,” He continued.

“You think you're good?” You scoffed mockingly, already feeling your body heating up at his promises. A good night? Yes, you were in desperate need of one of those. It was nothing Heesung wasn't already aware of.

“I know I am,” he smirked.

His confidence set off something inside of you. If it turned out that he was all talk, then, you'll be damned, because god, did he know how to talk. Not only using his words, but also his whole body, as he leaned foward to press his face closer to yours. Had he always been like this or were you just noticing?

For the time you had known Heesung, you never knew him for one to sleep and mess around. He was a flirt, sure, he loved to lean in during parties to make the women around him flustered. More often than not, he would brush past them with a hand on their waist and watched as they blushed, but despite his good looks and undeniable charisma, you've never heard about him constantly hooking up, nor doing it often like you did.

Regardless, wether it was seldom or not, Heesung fucked. It was a fact, even if it seemed like he was too busy gaming and working, he had managed to fit some fun time in his packed schedule of work hours and consoles. You couldn't deny you've heard about him, given that he had unknowingly slept with two of your coworkers. It wasn't something you told him, and until this very day, he was still unaware of the fact.

But you were very aware of what had been said about him, because you heard them discuss in great detail about how good the sex had been. They had talked about everything, from the size of his cock to how he knew how to eat out a woman—and how good he looked doing it—, how many times they came and what not. It had been weird to hear about how good your best friend was in bed, but you still grew curious, dying to know if the rumours were true, and if he was the well built roman sex god they made him out to be.

He was your best friend, yes (how many times had you said it already?). Still, you weren't blind nor stupid, you could see how gorgeous he was, how hot he looked, having been flustered by him one too many times. Certain feelings harvested in you that you had pushed to the side, thinking that you would bully them away by telling yourself than a friend who just so happened to be stupidly handsome. And you had managed quite well, that until today, with Heesung infront of you, willing to give you what you wanted.

Would the sex outweigh any possible bad outcomes that may come from hooking up with the person you trust the most? Only time would tell.

“Okay,” you whispered, feeling shy under his impatient gaze.

He reached out his hand, softly cupping your chin. His thumb caressed your jawline.

“I'll be gentle.”

Your brows furrowed. “I'm not a virgin, Heesung.”

“Do you need to be a virgin for that?” He laughed, dumbfounded by your words. “Just lay back and let me make you feel good.”

Promises, promises, promises. “Are you all talk or do I have to beg you too?”

Heesung smirked. “Don't give me ideas.”

Any hesitation any of you might have still had vanished the minute your lips pressed together. Heesung moved slowly, almost forcing you to follow his lead and you obliged, sighing into the kiss. You held his nape to pull him closer, it was the only thing he let you do. He allowed you to guide him on top of you, and you spread your legs so that he could settle himself between them to kiss you deeper.

His tongue pushed against yours without a warning and you whimpered. Just the kissing had your heart threatening to shoot a hole into your chest from the inside out. Heesung had inviting lips for sure, but god, did he know how to use them.

You were desperate to have him touch you but still whined and protested when his mouth began to make its way down, stopping by your neck first, biting just below your jawline. Your hands trembled, trying to find something to hold on to until you figured the best thing to sink your nails into were his shoulders.

Heesung loved it, to know his skin would welcome anything your body gave. So mesmerized by the way you reacted to his touches, so receptive and sensitive to him. He couldn't believe it yet, that he had you on his bed, kissing you breathless.

Your back arched into him when he sucked on the skin, making sure to leave more visibly, longer lasting marks over the ones you already had. He watched as your skin became stained with a darker purple, his cock throbbing at the sight; at the thought of seeing you on his clothes, your body littered in his marks.

He raised your shirt over your breasts. You reached for the hem of the shirt to pull it over your head to give him more space to do what he wanted more comfortably. He stopped you immediately, though.

“I wanna fuck you in my shirt,” he confessed, trying not to show his desperation.

His words almost were enough to make you moan, and you realised you weren't turned off by the idea of being owned in some way, especially if it was Heesung who did. Or perhaps you were just incredibly horny, and he had started to play with one of your nipples between his fingers, the other one going into his mouth.

With your hand gripping his head tightly, you pushed him towards your chest. He swirled his tongue around the bud in acknowledgement of your actions, which made you buck your hips up in an attempt to get some sort of friction. You could feel your panties sticking to your skin, was it normal to be this wet just from kissing?

It was probably how it should have been with your date, or with any of the other guys you had slept with. But only you had managed to get yourself to that state, alone in your room with your fingers, and now Heesung with his skilled mouth licking and swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples, his hips pressed against your cunt to keep you from squirming or pressing your legs together. You took the opportunity to grind yourself against him, feeling the outline of his already hard cock on your shorts. The whine he let out was long and needy.

“Heesung,” you moaned, nudging at his shoulder to push him away. “More.”

Heesung's knees buckled at your pleads.

“Beg a little more, baby.” He instructed. He pressed a soft kiss between your breasts, where a drop of sweat had begun to roll down. “Say my name again.”

Heesung found himself hypnotized by the way you moaned out his name. The way you tried to shove him down to get him to go between your legs just made him want to tease you more.

“heesung please, please, fuck—,” you babbled. “God, stop teasing me.”

“No god here, just me,” Heesung smirked at you.

Thankfully, what you said had been enough. He made his way down slowly, ghosting his hands over your waist as he directed his kisses from your abdomen until his lips met the hem of your shorts. He pushed them to the side and stared at your white panties now turned transparent from the wetness. And he almost couldn't believe it was for him. A bunch of thoughts passed through his mind that he didn't dare to voice; how he had wanted this for so long, how he was hoping you would come to your senses and realize how much better he was than all the other guys you had gone out with. How he hoped this would absolutely ruin you, and make you feel like you will never find something out there that could compete. The thought of this possibly being a one time thing, and that you could run off to some other douchebag was nauseating.

He offered himself up expecting that, by the end of the night, he'll own you.

It wasn't something that he wanted to keep thinking about. All he wanted was to hear more of your pretty sounds. You gasped when he yanked down your shorts, leaving on your underwear just to mess with you and make you desperate for him. He glided his thumb over your cunt, occasionally putting pressure on your clit but never quite staying there. Your legs and hips twitched, your pathetic attempt to guide his finger. Loud moans and whines kept pouring from your lips as you tried to get him where you wanted.

“Have any of those assholes ever gone down on you?” he asked, sort of absent.

Had they? You weren't really sure. Sometimes they would kiss between your legs, a few licks here and there before they pushed their cock in, but never like what your friends have told you it was like. Jealousy burbled in your stomach whenever you heard them talk about it— the unimaginable pleasure, the look on the man's face he ate them out like his life depended on it. You have had a glimpse, a very bad one, but you had almost felt what it was like. However, at the end of the day, it was mostly you on your knees with your mouth stuffed.

Ultimately, you decided to tell him exactly that. “Yeah, but not really. It's usually me who does.”

Heesung clicked his tongue, completely displeased by your answer. It pissed him off, sort of, at least enough to pull your panties down and finally beginning to live up to his promise. He flicked the tip of his tongue over your clit, to which your body immediately reacted, forcing a whimper out of you.

His hands forced your legs open as far as they would go, taking full control, leaving you defenseless under his relentless mouth and tongue. Same tongue he pushed inside you, thrusting it into your hole, feeling you squeeze him. The way your walls tightened around his tongue turned him impatient, dying to get that same feeling on his cock. But you were his priority right now, and he would have time to feel you soon enough.

The orgasm that you had been longing for since you accepted your date felt closer than ever, with heesung's nose hitting your clit, and his tongue moving inside you. He then reached up to suck on your clit that kept getting more and more swollen the more his lips would close around it, rolling his tongue over it. As he kept playing with it, he teased his finger on your entrance, gathering your slick on it and sliding it in with little to no effort, your body welcoming him instantly. He found himself stretching you further in no time, slowly pushing in a second finger and curling both of them.

“Feel good baby?” he mumbled. It was uncommon for him to ask those types of questions, since he would rather have girls show him. But from you, he wanted to hear it, he needed to hear it.

The question almost sounded stupid in your ears.

“So fucking good,” you breathed out. “So fucking close.”

All of the rumours were true, and Heesung absolutely looked hot pleasuring a woman, smiling to himself, looking drunk and fucked out just from it, his only goal to have you finish thanks to him. He was good, exactly like he said he was, making your eyes roll back, a thing you had only thought possible in porn, and just by using his mouth. And he still had yet to fuck you.

The pace of his fingers and tongue quickened, your moans got louder along with it. Edging you was something he considered, feeling you so close, having the power to just stop all at once and leave you hanging.

Your orgasm came crashing down on you before he could make a decision, and fuck if it wasn't one of the hottest things he had ever witnessed; how your back arched and your feet lift off of the bed as the highest peak of pleasure you had ever felt invaded your body in waves, body convulsing onto his hand in time with the loud, borderline screams of his name. It had gotten to the point you had to kick at his shoulders for him to pull away, sensations quickly turning painful.

If that's how you were gonna feel on his cock, he was certain that he was not going to last long.

“Shit, Heesung, that was—”

"I'm not done with you, sweetheart,” he interrupted. “I barely just started.” He chuckled, begging to pull down his sweatpants, revealing the wet patch of precum on his underwear. “Look what you did to me.”

Your eyes never stopped following his hands as he hooked his fingers om his boxers to finally free his cock from being smothered by the fabric, standing proudly against his abdomen, heavy. Something in your stomach fluttered with a twisted exciment of what was about to happen, especially when he wrapped his hand around it to stroke it slowly, almost teasing himself.

And you let him, watching him try to relieve himself; his mouth open, panting, so focused on aliviating his arousal that he almost forgot you were there. That until both of your eyes met, the atmosphere in the room getting heavier by the minute

Heesung stopped moving his hand. “Come spit on it, baby,” he instructed. “Get it ready.”

A breath got stuck in your throat at his words. That hadn't been the nastiest thing you heard, you had been said and called way worse. But the way he look and sounded while he made his request, knelt in front of you, hair out of place and lips dark pink and glossy from eating you out made him look and sound so utterly dirty, so much so that your body reacted way before you did, already crawling to him before he could finish that sentence fully.

You looked straight into his eyes as you opened your moth, a long string of saliva falling from your tongue in slow motion until it met the head of his cock. He looked right back at you as he spread it across his length. Heesung muttered curse after curse as you laid back down, and was quick to settle himself between your legs once more.

His tip pressed against your entrance, and you felt the stretch almost immediately, hissing and putting your hand on stomach as a reflex. He held your wrist gently, used his grip to pull your hand up to his face, pressing a soft kiss on your palm. His eyes fluttered shut as your warm skin came into contact with his lips. And when you moved to cup his cheek, he leaned into the touch instantly. You began to tease his bottom lip, running your thumb over it, and as he sunk himself even further, he caught it between his teeth, gently grazing them against your semilong nails, until he finally closed his mouth around it. He hummed.

It took Heesung a while to bottom out inside you, and you moaned and whined all the way through it; from the pain of being stretched open and from the pleasure of being stretched open. He moaned as well, as his hips met your pelvis, with your walls fluttering around his cock. His thoughts were going at a thousand miles, all of them screaming at him to really, really fuck you into the mattress. But he stayed put for the sake of your enjoyment, he had promised you a good night and he was going to drag it out as much as he could for your and his enjoyment.

Still with your thumb between his lips, he began to slowly move his hips, barely pulling out before pushing back in to get you used to his girth. You gripped his bicep with your free hand, scratching down on his skin until the sting started to dissipate. You took notice of the way he held his breath as the speed began to increase, moaning and groaning when you squeezed him in.

It was dizzying, how you felt him everywhere. In your hand, with his moans vibrating on your palm; inside you as he dragged his cock, barely managing to pull out an inch before diving back in, pressing himself against you as much as he could so that he was fully settled inside your walls. Due to his cocky attitude, you didn't take him for the type of guy to be vocal. But there he was, whining louder and louder, almost uncontrollably, and that only turned you on more. The fact that you, too, were making him feel good and he was not afraid to show it.

You weren't usually this pliant and submissive, preferring to put up a little bit of a fight, managing to make guys submit to you instead as you took the lead. With Heesung, though, it was different, whether it was because was mesmerizing or because you had never felt such heightened pleasure, it was clear that he had control from the moment he got closer to you before he made his offer. And you could take control, probably, but you didn't want to. You wanted Heesung to do the work, to prove himself.

Which he was, taking on a pleasurable rhythm that had you moaning louder than him. One of his hands found the plush of your hips and gripped onto it for leverage to angle himself. The other one traveled from your chest all the way down to your clit, rubbing messy circles with his thumb, making you throw your head back into the pillows, along with a cry of his name.

The echo of his skin hitting against yours fueled him. Heesung didn't know where he should be looking at, if at your beautifully contorted face, with your eyes closed shut and your lips parted, or down, to where a white ring of your slick began to sorround the base of his cock each time he pulled out, noises growing increasingly wetter.

“You're driving me fucking insane,” he grunted.

There was no response from you, only whines of pleasure as you neared your second release. His thumb circled faster, not too hard, but enough to send all of your senses into overdrive, encouraging you to reach your climax, dying to know if you'd feel as good on his cock as you did on his fingers. And although he was dying to kiss you, he held back his urges just to see your face as you came, with your legs closing around his waist, your body slightly convulsing off the bed. It was nothing short of delightful.

You attempted to catch your breath, but heesung didn't give you time to process your intense orgasm as he flipped you onto your stomach. He pressed your cheek into the mattress and accommodated your lower half as he pleased. You were barely able to hold your ass up in the air for him, your knees weak as he entered you again. Only then did you register that you had come twice already, but had yet to see or feel a single drop from him.

“You are fucking insane,” you groaned, teary eyed.

He chuckled, movements coming to a halt. “I made you come twice and you still complain? Tsk. Greedy.” He dug his nails into your hips, making you wince. “Sorry you're tired, but it's my turn now.”

With that, his thrusts resumed, opting for a quicker, rougher pace than before, clearly turning a bit more selfish and now after his own release. The new position allowed him to reach deeper, making you press yourself back onto him to meet him halfway, chasing the sensation despite the pang of pain from having orgasmed so recently.

Heesung leaned down to bite onto your shoulder, in the pace where his tshirt wouldn't cover, making sure to engrave his teeth into your skin, hoping the next man you tried to sleep with would be turned off by the markings. He let go when you complained, kissing and licking onto it instead, whispering more soft apologies, although both of you knew that he wasn't sorry at all.

After a while his thrusts became more erratic, losing any pacing he tried to maintain. The grip on your hips was bruising, but you thought you wouldn't have it any other way.

“Touch yourself for me,” he commanded in between his moans.

You reached down between your body and the matress, struggling to reach your clit as Heesung's thrusts moved and pressed you against the sheets. Your motions were slow and light despite the harsh snapping of heesung's hips, slowly building up the pressure in your lower stomach until any discomfort you felt was gone, your fingers now matching his speed, mindless of the way your cunt tightened around him almost painfully.

He didn't stop nor slow down, not even as he came. Loud moans spilled from his lips, attempting to drag out his release as much as he could. And you followed soon after, body giving out under heesung to lay flat onto the bed, breathing heavily. He spread your legs carefully to not miss the way his cum oozed out of you, dripping down onto your folds. You turned your head back as best as you could, and through the mess of hair on your face, you still caught the way he smiled to himself as he watched.

“This is video worthy,” Heesung murmured, dragging his fingers up your cunt to fuck his cum back into you. “You're gonna make me hard again.”

You squirmed away from him, kicking at his sides. “Stop it,” you whined, then whined again as he pulled his fingers out languidly, the sight so painfully naughty it almost made you ask him to fuck you again. However, you were too tired to even hold yourself up.

Heesung's whole demeanour changed, and he was back to being just him; playful and soft spoken. “Sorry,” he chuckled, the only time it sounded like he actually meant it. He hovered over you, moving your hair to place gentle kisses on the nape of your neck.

It made you sigh, muscles finally relaxing, and your hearbeat now back to normal. Or sort of normal.

For the sake of the moment, you tried not to think about anything; about the fact that you just had the most intense and amazing sex with your best friend, no other. And you had to admit that you were kind of sad about the fact that it was over, and that it was probably gonna be a one time thing to protect the friendship. So you allowed yourself to be held by him, pushing any and all thoughts to the back of your mind.

“You're beautiful, you know?” he whispered against your skin.

He was making it way too hard.

“Not so bad yourself,” you mumbled jokingly. Heesung was fucking beautiful, too. “M'gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that.��

“Sleep, then,” he smiled.

“Thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

“The dick, and the kisses.”

Heesung couldn't help but laugh, a loud but oddly comforting sound as you began to drift off.

“Anytime.”

[summerstarxzx]

heesung sunghoon - the literal definition of fine as hell 🔥

[rosesbxrry]

Gingerbread

Pairing: Boyfriend! Jake X Girlfriend! Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞(Minors DNI), established relationship! AU

Warnings: Dom! Jake, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), cream pie, heavy food play, fellatio (blowjob), throat fucking, making out, slight ass spanking, dirty talking, riding, slight slut shaming, Jake calling you a bunch a pet names (baby, baby girl, slut, doll, good girl), breast worshipping, praising/ degradation. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else. 

Summary: Gingerbread cookies; sweet and warm, perfect for the Christmas season as the smell overwhelms your shared apartment with Jake. However, what seems to be an innocent baking activity you spent with him for Chirstmas Eve turns into something more delectable than the confectionary.

A Holiday Special: ➜ Jake

| ➜ Heeseung | ➜ Jay | ➜ Sunghoon |

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Word count: 3,911 words

a/n: This was suppose to be posted 3 days ago but of course, in true fashion, I was late in writing it in time. I’m sure the mood for Christmas is already over but I’m determine to finish this as soon as possible (while enjoying writing it for u guys too). This would also be the second last fic for the holiday special so I hope u guys enjoyed it and Happy New year!

There is something special about the Christmas holidays that is imbued with a magical aura of warmth and happiness. It's a month filled with festive food, decorations, songs, and movies that overwhelm you with nostalgia.

You and Jake decided to celebrate the season together this year instead of choosing to be with your families and relatives separately. The plan was to spend Christmas Eve bundled up with blankets and matching pajamas, watching a bunch of movies on the couch while eating an unhealthy amount of snacks until Christmas morning. 

What initially begins as an innocent trip to the supermarket becomes a spontaneous shopping spree for ingredients to make gingerbread cookies. You weren't sure how the both of you ended up with that idea, but it proved to be regrettable further into the baking process. 

Jake is an awful baker (Jungwon would vouch for that), while you were manageable as long as the recipe was concise. Still, the odd pairing of each other's ability in the kitchen was bound to end in a mishap, which led to the scene of two people staring at a tray of cookies in the oven, hoping that it won't burn like the previous batch. 

By some miracle, you both persevere until the end; Jake places the last batch of perfectly baked cookies onto a drying rack while you whip some of the decorative vanilla icings to be placed on top of the confectionery. 

The large window of your shared apartment displayed the amount of time that has passed, the city night below illuminated as the moon and stars became the sole residents under the dark sky. Only a few windows appear lit at the blocks across, indicating the vacancy of the vicinity during the holidays. 

"We should never do this again next year." Jake groans beside you, pulling on his flour-stained apron around his waist. You chuckle when he plops down to rest his elbows on the kitchen counter, his chin on a palm while mindlessly in a daze with exhaustion on his face. 

You nudge at his side playfully, but he doesn't budge like a statue. 

"Did it take you that long to realize?" You said, gripping the whisk handle a little harder to work the powdered sugar and milk mixture together. 

He shook his head, and his wispy bangs followed his movement. "I knew the moment the first cookies looked like they belonged in the toilet." 

His deadpan response caused you to snort in amusement. 

"Why didn't you say anything?" 

He shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't want to ruin the mood." 

He leans down to your level to snuggle his chin on your shoulder, his nose slightly buried in the sweater you were wearing. A slight tilt of your neck to the side caused a bump of your head with his affectionately, continuing to work on the icing while he watched. 

"Well, when I'm done, we can cuddle on the sofa while we wait for the cookies to cool down. How does that sound?" You murmured. 

Jake nodded his head, but his chin clung to your shoulder, so you had to stifle a smile at how adorable he was. He looked like a puppy silently begging for his owner's attention but couldn't because he wanted to be a good boy and patiently wait for you to be ready. 

You've been dating for two years now, and you could interpret by the glint in his eyes when you suggested the offer that he was in dire need of some intimacy. 

Once the consistency of the icing satisfied you, the next step was to divide it into different bowls for the colouring process. At the same time, some of the icings had flown out of the mixing pot onto your index finger, which you instinctively brought to your mouth to lick it off casually. 

A disgusted grunt left your mouth, causing him to look at you curiously. 

"It's too sweet." You declared. "I think I put too much powdered sugar."

Jake watches your face and eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance, smacking your mouth as you inspect the flavour to find a solution to save it. His gaze was attentive on your lips, swallowing down the desire in his throat. 

"Can I have a taste?" 

"Sure, baby," You said without a second guess, reaching out to grab a teaspoon for him to use. "Let me just take—"

It took you by surprise when he grabbed your wrist before you could leave while his other hand held your jaw, bringing you closer to his face to kiss you. His plump lips capture yours as you close your eyes to relish how he moves to deepen the kiss. 

He tasted like warm bittersweet chocolate; the kisses candies he had a few hours ago still lingered. 

You reach out to cup his face, feeling his breath fan the high points of your cheeks. Jake tilts his head to the side, his movement firm as he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you close to his body as you moan softly when he bites at your lower lip.

He licks the nibbled area sensually, signalling you to open wide to let his tongue slip past the cavern of your mouth, caressing your taste buds as you share one breath with each other at the heated moment. 

It made you wonder if he could taste the icing in your mouth. 

Jake slowly loosens the connection, taking one last lap at your puffed lips before moving away. Through lidded eyes, you watch him tuck the cushion of his bottom lip between his teeth; laboured breathing fills the space of intense silence. 

"If I tell you a way not to waste the icing," He whispered close to your lips, hands sliding up the ends of your sweater. A soft sigh escapes your mouth when his calloused fingers smooth your stomach. "Would you be down to get a little dirty with me?" 

Your cheeks burned at his suggestive offer— imagining how sticky the substance would feel gliding up and down on each other's skin, especially when it would be his veiny and large hands stroking the cream filthy across your whole body as you writhed under his lubricated touches. 

You almost moan at the thought of rubbing the icing on each other's private areas. 

Something throbs in you at the obscene act, an arousing feeling that makes you tug his hair on the back of his neck to press his body closer to yours. 

You didn't need to verbalize the agreement; your action speaks louder than words as he smirks against your jaw, pulling at the strings of your apron on your back. 

"Then let's take off our clothes, yeah?" 

One by one, articles of clothing slowly piled on the kitchen floor, stripping each other naked until you realize how chilly the winter night felt biting your bare skin. However, the moment Jake's lips kissed you eagerly again, you felt the flame blooming inside warming you up. 

Jake mouthed sloppily, his tongue darting back and forth in your cavern forcefully as his nose bumped against yours. You hungrily push back, saliva collecting under your tongue that it was impossible not to make erotic wet sounds as the kiss turned messy. 

"Ahhh— Jake," You whined, throwing your head back when you felt the icing on his hand grope your breast. 

He had quietly gathered the sweet cream in his hand, smothering it on your chest in a circular motion. He smears some on your hardened nipples, feeling yourself melt when he fondles the nubs with his slick thumb with the right amount of pleasure.  

"Look at you, messy girl." He cooed. "Why don't you do the same for me, hm? Can my girl make me nice and dirty?" 

Slick was beginning to drip from your folds, the idea of food play turning you on more than you thought. You scope up a decent amount of cream on your palm before spreading it across his toned torso, and Jake immediately groans at the sensation. 

"Jakey, you're so hot." You drawled. 

You drag your hands up to his chest, grazing on his nipples as his hips jerk at the contact, breathy moans escaping his deliciously puffy lips. His bangs had fallen to cover the upper half of his closed eyes into an enticing view.  

With a covetous gaze, you gradually draw your touch lower past the dips of his hips before you rub his hardened cock, letting the icing coat his length deliciously. 

"Nghhh— fuck." He let his head fall into the crook of your neck, his abdomen tensing up as you started moving your hand up and down his thick and warm cock. 

Precum drools down from his head before it mixes with the cream, the mixture becoming agonizingly slippery against the underside of his pulsating veins as you fasten your pace, craving more friction to satiate his carnal desire. 

Jake's panting grew heavier against your skin and watching him completely crumble made you itch to ruin him more. A shaky moan slips from his throat, catching your wrist in a tight grip when you tease his swollen slit with your thumb back and forth, shuddering at the sudden pleasure shooting through his spine. 

"Shit— fucking tease…." His muffled accusation tickled your collarbone, whine an octave lower through gritted teeth. 

You wanted to laugh, but it died in your throat when one of Jake's hands grabbed your ass from behind. The harsh squeeze he had on the ample flesh got you whimpering in either pain or pleasure; at this point, you weren't sure anymore. 

"My cute girlfriend thought she could tease me and get away with it." He said, his nails slightly digging into the skin.

You wince at the prickly sensation but respond while feigning innocence. "You look like you enjoyed it, so I didn't want to stop." 

You gasped when he spanked your ass with enough power, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the space. You curl your toes in anguish as the stinging pain becomes waves of immeasurable pleasure. An incoherent moan poured out, your pussy clenching in its juices as you buck your hips with mouth agape at the way your clit was throbbing uncontrollably. 

It was an unexpected impact, enough to make you squeeze your shaky thighs together. 

Fuck, that felt so good you almost came. 

"Naughty girl thinks she can talk back now." He whispered directly into your ears, kneading the tender flesh with a satisfied look at your state after wearing his temper thin. 

The sticky residue of the cream did nothing but accentuate the desperation clawing in your stomach. 

"Should I occupy that little mouth of yours with something sweet? It looks a bit too empty." He kisses the underside of your neck, grinding his wet cock with icing against your stomach to show you what he means. 

"I thought I couldn't have dessert without dinner first?" You challenged him sweetly. 

Jake's chuckle is almost sinister, finding your taunted response amusing, although he already gave you a taste of punishment. Of course, you would use something he used to say against him at this moment. You love to do it to rail him up even more, and he also finds himself enjoying it. 

"I'll make it an exception this time." He baited, licking his bottom lip in anticipation. "So stop being a brat and get on your knees for me." 

You slowly descend to rest your weight on your knees on the kitchen tiles, kissing his bulbous head after wrapping your hand around the base of his lengthy cock. 

Jake leaned on the edge of the countertop, and lusty moans rambled in his throat when you took the tip in your hot mouth, tongue swirling around the slit to dart at the sticky mess. 

He tasted sweet in your taste buds. 

"You look fucking sexy down there, baby girl" He gathers your hair lightly, watching you from above with a dreamy look. "How does it taste? Good?"

"It tastes amazing…." You mumbled, leaning an inch lower to take one of his balls into your mouth, sucking at the tight and heavy sack like a treat while looking up at him with big and innocent eyes. "Wanna taste you some more." 

The visual of your lewd face and the sensation of you slurping his balls like a lollipop— his eyes rolled back at the pleasure, chewing at the inside of his cheeks as his length twitched and grew agonizingly hard. 

Jake took a fist full of your hair at the back, and you let him guide your mouth to take him, eyes squeezing shut as he pumps his dick in and out of your mouth. Your hand held onto his thighs for support, letting him hit his head at the back of your throat. 

"That's it, eat it up. Fucking take all of me in." He hissed. 

The force of his hips pistoning your mouth with his cock had you collapsing into a teary-eyed mess, but you persevered— bobbing your head to match his rhythm, suctioning to take more and more of him into your mouth. 

Every time he thrust in until your nose was flush against his pelvis, you ran your tongue all over his length— tasting the sweetness of the cream with an undertone of his bitter precum. 

Jake let out a frustrated growl, needing more stimulation to reach his high.

"Open your throat, baby girl— let me fuck it." 

You whimpered as he scraped his fingers harder on your scalp, mercilessly fucking your throat until the corners of your mouth spilt with the filthy mixture obscenely. Trying hard to relax your jaws and cheeks, you fought the urge to gag over his cock and squeeze his thighs hard as every inch of him was seated in your mouth. 

You were deepthroating the living daylights out of him, and Jake loved every second of it, his climax nearing its peak. 

"Swallow my cream like a slutty girl, got it?" 

His filthy encouragement only made you moan, and as soon his hip staggered with one final hard thrust, he came into your mouth. His hot seed spilt down your throat, swallowing the liquid with the remaining facial strength you had to spare. 

His grip on the back of your head softened, watching you drink up his cum as he held the base of his cock to milk out whatever he had left. 

"Fuck, such a good slut cleaning up her mess." His praises filled the silence. "She deserves to come on my cock, don't you think?" 

You hummed eagerly in response as you licked every inch of him sloppily— the way you knew he enjoyed it. 

Jake thought you looked breathtakingly hot as he pulled out to smear his sensitive tip on your lower lip. A deep flush on your cheeks, chest heaving up and down, a few tear stains evident on the corners of your eyes, and figure weakly slump down on your knees, soiled with residual icing. 

He tugged you by the arms to help you get on your feet. As he wraps his hands around your waist, you clutch onto his shoulder blades for support, resting your body against his at how weak your knees were. 

Jake gently snuggles on the crook of your neck to mumble close to your ears. "How would you like it? From the back? Or the front?" 

"Wanna ride you." You breathe out. 

He grinned like he had expected that answer. "Had a feeling you'll pick that."

Jake hauled his body onto the kitchen countertop, pushing away utensils that were in the way. With whatever miracle, he manages to manhandle your exhausted body up on the marbled surface, letting you straddle him as he lay flat on his back. 

It was an awkward position— his long legs dangled at the end with some visible remnants of the gingerbread baking situation left. Still, the way he gripped your hips to situate your pussy on his cock, rubbing your folds over his length, had you clawing at his chest. 

"Oh my god." You cried out, seeing stars as you rolled your hips harder, his cock rubbing hard on your cunt as the wetness started pooling on your inner thighs. 

The knot in your stomach was burning you on the inside. 

Jake chuckled darkly with his pupils blown out below you, albeit shivering at the overwhelming stimulation after just coming. 

"My good girl wants to use me like her personal fuck toy after I stuffed her mouth full with my cock, right?" He huffed out, rapturously gazing at how you moaned at his words. "You want that, don't you?" 

"Jaeyun—" You choked out when your clit made contact with his hot length so deliciously that you began humping him desperately like a dog in heat. Your pussy was clenching around nothing as the sensation made you dizzy with desperation, thighs burning at the fatigue. 

"Fuck, I need you. Please." You begged. 

"I know, baby girl." He whispered slowly. "I need you too." 

With one hand kneading your ass to lift you slightly in the air while the other gripping his shaft, he lines your slit with his tip and probes your entrance to let him in. 

"C'mere and ride me." 

With your pussy already drenched after sucking him off, Jake easily stretches you open as you descend his cock. The noises that came out your mouth were music to his ears, your gummy walls clenching around his girth so tightly as he buried himself deep inside your cunt. 

"So wet," He rasps, absolutely enamoured by the bliss overwhelming his body. "Move for me, baby girl." 

You start by bouncing lightly, palms resting on his chest as you move your hips. When you lift all the way up, you make sure to sink back down until his cock fills you to the brim. The pace was begrudgingly slow, still adjusting to his size as you moaned softly with every thrust. 

"That's it, doll." He said, thumb circling the apex of your hips soothingly. "You're so pretty— so perfect for taking me well." 

Your pace was getting faster and rougher, face flush at the way he poured sentiment words to fuel you up. It caused you to tighten your walls around him, making each drag of his cock going in and out of you much more gratifying. 

Jake soaked in your lovely features, his eyes moving down to watch your boobs bounce with the movement of your hips. Your tits were nice and hard— lusciously erect, urging him to twirl the nub between his fingers teasingly until you cried. 

It didn't help that some icing was still on your breast, dripping down when it mixed with your sweat. Jake had to bite down hard on his lips to prevent himself from melting on the spot. 

Call him juvenile, but it turned him on beyond reason at how pornographic the scene was, his slit dribbling out with more precum inside of you. 

You didn't understand the power you have over him, crying and choking in your speech as you grind over his cock shamelessly with your hands around your cute tummy. 

"Wanna taste this pretty set of tits." He said, and you pulled your legs apart as he sat up to fill the spot between your legs. 

He licks the swell of your breast before taking a nipple into his mouth, engulfing the peak with moist kisses and suckling. He kneaded the flesh tenderly with his other hand, flicking the other nipple with equal attention. 

"So sweet," He hummed, switching to the other pebbled nipple to tongue it as your mewls grew louder, rocking your hips to his pace. "My pretty girl tastes so good in my mouth." 

The lapping of his lips on your nipples had you hissing at the intensity, especially when he was still balls-deep in you.

His lips let go of your nipples after abusing the tender flesh, returning to lie down on his back, but this time, he made sure to keep your legs wide open, the sole of your feet resting on the surface for him to see your hole stuffed with his cock. 

"Ahhh—hahh–Jake–" You whined, leaning back to rest your palms on his thighs to balance your body. Although it did make you redden at how exposed you felt in this position. "Fuck, Jake. I can't— too deep….."

"I know, baby." He reassured you, holding your ankles to keep you at bay at his side. "But I need you to keep bouncing on my cock. My good girl can do that for me, right?" 

You nodded obediently, rolling your hips back and forth to continue fucking your slit with his cock. Your pace faltered with each minuscule movement of you going down on his dick, but Jake took this opportunity to thrust you up sharply to meet you halfway.

"Not yet," He groaned, noticing you show signs of slowing down. "A little bit more, baby." 

The loud and wet clapping of your ass hitting his thighs echoed in your shared apartment, and your face twisted in ecstasy when he took charge and slammed his cock into your sweet spot. He rammed the spot continuously, splitting your pussy open thrust after thrust. 

There was a reason why Jake needed you to be in this position; having access to play with your swollen clit as he pounded into you from below was sure to morph you into a blubbering mess. 

"So, close." You buck into his fingers when he thumbs your bundle of nerves, the knot in your stomach is keen to burst into millions of pieces as he switches between circling and tapping your clit with precision.

"Jake– Jakey, please fill me up." You break into a fit of sobbing, rolling your eyes back. 

Jake sighs in desperation as well. "Wanna see you cum, baby." He did everything he could to keep you high in the clouds with pleasure— his hips and fingers never ceased even for a second, utterly devoted to making you undone. "Wanna fill this sweet pussy nice and full with my seed." 

His voice coaxed the earth-shattering orgasm that ripped your body into shreds; the view of the ceiling was the only thing you see when you throw your head back when you come on his cock. 

Jake took a few more thrusts before he released his milky load into your cunt— your brain could barely register any ounce of rationality in your brain, body going limp as he rode your orgasm steadily. 

You lay down on top of him, feeling him pull his cock out to let his cum drip out of your tight hole. His hands found themselves around your body, pulling you into a sticky pile of embrace with him as you basked in the relief washing over you. 

You felt completely raw and fucked out that you could barely keep your eyes open. It was warm and sweaty, so different from the cold winter that prevails outside. 

"Jake," You swallowed, breathing through your nose as you tried to calm your beating heart. 

"That was…." 

"Intense?" He asked. 

You shook your head. "Amazing." 

His chest vibrates as he laughs, kissing the top of your head affectionately as pride swells in his heart at how spent you looked. 

The smell of cinnamon slowly wafted through the kitchen, reminding the two figures that they still had dozens of freshly baked gingerbread cookies that needed to be decorated. 

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A Holiday Special: ➜ Jake

| ➜ Heeseung | ➜ Jay | ➜ Sunghoon |

[paradoxxinvader]

DITTO - do you want somebody? like i want somebody?

pairing :: riki x fem!idol!reader

genre :: idol au, written + some smau when needed, unrequited love (just not in the way you think), strangers to something, fluff, angst, flipped one-sided love !!

synopsis :: yn, the leader of girl group trio ATTRACTION, has a major crush on ENHYPEN’s maknae, nishimura riki, since before her debut in 2022. she related to him, confided in his photocards, and befriended the idea of him, so much so that she fell in love with someone who barely knew of her. when she debuts under the same label as him, HYBE, the tables start to turn when she starts to realize that who he is isn’t the same person she fell in love with, all while nishimura riki starts to fall for her. what could possibly go wrong?

warnings :: parasocial relationships, kys/kms jokes, my horrible humor, will be unnecessarily dramatic, and idk more will be added for chapter specifics !!

featuring :: all of enha, hanni and minji from newjeans (as face claims), some txt, some le serrafim (more will be added later one !!!)

status :: ON HOLD UNTIL AUGUST 2023 !

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speaks :: hello everyone !!! welcome to my first fic !!! i’m very excited for this one, because i think it’s a pretty good idea + i’m in love with newjeans and ditto so yay !!! this will be starting very soon, hopefully in a week or two, but i’m not completely sure, because school and all :( however, i will be writing very soon and will write a bunch of chapters before publishing !!! pls keep in mind that english isn’t my first language, so there will definitely be a bunch of spelling and grammar issues, so sorry about that hehe

profiles ...

ATTRACTION? MORE LIKE ATTRACT-SHUN !!!!

EPIPEN

FRENS !!!! AND MORE

chapters ...

prologue - the debut

chapter one - stay in the middle

chapter two - like you a little

chapter three - don’t want no riddle

official playlists ...

DITTO

PHOTOREALISTIC

[rosie-rosem]

i know

❥ pairing: dad!husband!heeseung x mom!wife!femreader

❥ genre: fluff to angst to fluff, comfort, parents!au,

❥ summary: heeseung is a busy man, always gone at work or too tired to do anything but sleep. hyunjae, their son misses his dad, and so does y/n, so when she expresses her feelings to heeseung how does he react?

❥ warnings: crying?, grammar mistakes, not proofread

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WC: 2.2k

A/N: hope you enjoy :) i felt like making something like this all day, now i’ve finally pushed myself to do so.

“hi baby, how was your nap?” you ask you your sleepy son whom came from his room into the kitchen, he nods softly with pouted lips. You clean off your hands after tidying up a bit and walk over to him. “where’s daddy?” he asks. “it’s only 3 pm, he’s still at work” you answer him, he sighes. you sigh back then kneel down to him, “how about we got visit his office, hm?” you ask your pouty son. he shakes his head, “no” he quickly says while looking down. “why?” you turn you head to the side like a dog trying to get a better look at his face. “I don’t like him” his bottom lip quivers slightly. “he’s never never here, and he doesn’t love me.” he frowns once again, you body stiffens at the boy’s words about his dad. “hyunjae, your dad does love you, a lot! but he’s just extra busy with everything at work right now, okay?” you say to him, rubbing you cheek softly. he soon begins to cry, “does daddy talk to you at least?” he sniffles while speaking. “oh? why do you mean?” you wipe his tears, “he never really talks to me, but does he talk to you mommy?” he asks. you close your mouth and think for a bit, heeseung never really talks to either of you when he gets home. “a bit, yeah.” you lied, not wanting him to get even more upset. “well at least he talks to his wife.” he crosses his arms and you chuckle before patting his head.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you upset hun” you hug him softly, he returns the hug before saying “it’s okay, but i don’t really feel like visiting daddy.” he opens up. you nod “okay.” you understand how he feels, you’ve been ‘ignored’ the past few weeks as well, and it’s very difficult on your end too. yet, you want to keep a good attitude around hyunjae because he’s so important to you and seeing him hurt is painful.

you and hyunjae decided to watch a movie together before heeseung came home, just because. “what movie should we watch?” you ask him, “mm…cars!” he says, already spread out all over the couch, you chuckle “sounds good!” you put the movie on and you both snuggle close together while watching it.

it’s around 5 pm when the movie ends, and you begin to make dinner while hyunjae plays with some of his toys. heeseung still hasn’t gotten back from work, which is normal around this time, but you really are hoping he’ll come on time tonight. you were making a simple dinner, but one that both heeseung and hyunjae loved. hyunjae whined at not being able to eat it yet from it smelling so good. “we can eat when your dad gets home.” you chuckle at him while he pouts in return. “you’re a little pouty baby” you grab his cheeks, and he rolls his eyes at you. you gasp dramatically before grabbing him “who taught you this attitude?” you joke. “you” he says while leaning close to your face, “oh yeah.” you squint at him before tickling him until he screams and begs you to stop while his cute little giggles leave his mouth. once you stop, he catches his breath and kisses your cheek, “i love you, mommy.” he smiles, in return you kiss all over his little face, “i love you more” you say and he giggles in return.

after a long wait, it’s already 6:30 pm and heeseung still isn’t home, you and hyunjae already ate, knowing heeseung probably would be late and you both didn’t want the food to go cold. “it’s okay mommy, i’m sure he’s coming home soon.” your son assures you, you smile and nod back to him. once you both finish eating you both sit down on the ground in the living area and play together. “i’m going to use the bathroom mommy.” he says before rushing off. you fidget on you phone, looking at your messages with your husband, but there’s no texts from him at all. you sigh but soon hear the house door opening, you quickly stand up and walk over to heeseung and give a soft smile to him, to which he returned a somewhat fake one. “hi, how was your day?” you take his coat off for him, while speaking, “tiring” he sighs, you bite the inside of your cheek before rushing over to the kitchen, “I made your favorite, ramen.” you smile while offering it to him. his eyes look from the food to you, who looks pretty as always. “i’m not really hungry, sorry y/n” he says before walking somewhere behind you. ‘y/n’ it’s your name, yes, but not what he usually calls you.

“where’s jae?” he asks, “bathroom” you say, you quietly walk over to the kitchen once more to put away the extra food, while doing so you start to get a throbbing headache. “i’m going to do some paperwork” he pats your shoulder before leaving to the bedroom. you feel very upset afterwards, you sit on the couch and rub you head. “what’s wrong mommy?” hyunjae comes over to you after finishing up in the bathroom. “oh, i’ve just got a bit of a headache” you say, not wanting him to worry. “i’m sorry mommy.” he says, he looks around the room and sees his dad’s shoes by the door. “daddy’s here!?” he asks, you nod in return. “say goodnight to him because you need to be getting ready for bed soon.” you say, hyunjae nodding in response.

“daddy!” hyunjae burst’s into the room to see his dad, although he’s upset with him he still missed him. “hey bud” heeseung hugs his son. “you talked!” the boy says, excited. heeseung just sat there a bit confused by what he meant. “anyway i just wanted to see you before bed. goodnight, i love you” hyunjae says, “night son” heeseung responds. the truth is, hyunjae was hoping for an ‘i love you’ back but maybe he expected to much. he sighed before leaving the room.

after you put hyunjae off to bed you clean up a bit, although the headache and once that is done you decide to try to go to sleep early, so you head into your bedroom. “imma head to bed.” you walk over to heeseung while saying. he turned to you before nodding “okay, i’ll be quiet, night.” he’s says you just give a sad smile in return which he doesn’t notice. you hop in bed after doing the things necessary before so.

after trying to sleep for a while, you’re not able too. you have a lot on your mind, mainly about hyunjae and his feelings toward his dad at the moment, yours too. you were frustrated with heeseung, with how he was acting. you sat up, head still pounding. “heeseung, we should talk” you say, he spins his chair around to face you, “oh you’re awake? uh, i can’t right now, i’m a bit busy.” he bit his lip from the amount of work he had to finish. “i’m not asking you, i’m telling you.” you spoke sternly. “oh okay.” he says, “what’s up?” he turns his full attention to you, for once.

“listen, i get you’ve been busy with the company lately and all that, but i’ve been realizing that you haven’t been spending time with your family.” you share, “jae told me he thinks you don’t love him, which really breaks my heart because you do, i know you do, but it’s just..” your heart hurts during this, and so does heeseung’s, you can clearly tell just by the look on his face. “it’s just, hard. for both of us and jae is such a good kid, who deserves love from both parents, everyone does. but it’s like he has a dad, yet he doesn’t.” you began to tear up, you’ve been feeling so alone lately, it’s all hitting you now. “and i…i feel like i’m not even in a relationship anymore. i feel like i’m the only one in this relationship hee.” you cried to him, you were only thinking of negative thoughts. “do you…do you have someone else?” you asked while wiping some tears. “hey, what do you mean?” you says, sitting closer to you. you’re head felt like bursting, it’s hurt so bad, you just needed to lay down. “ i understand that none of this was planned, and we were young, we still are but it was so good at first and now it’s just…not” you messed with your hair, while heeseung was trying to take in everything you dumped on him. “i need to sleep, i have a really bad headache and i don’t think i can handle it any longer.” you rubbed your head and he just nodded, getting off the bed and back to the desk. he was so taken aback, it was obvious. you did feel guilty but you were in so much pain that at the moment all you could think about was sleeping.

you slept in that next morning because it was the weekend and you needed extra rest. as you are waking up you feel secure, a hand wrapped around your body pulling you into theirs. you sighed, not wanting to wake up heeseung you quietly got up and left the bedroom. you didn’t know why he was home, he usually works on the weekends so you were confused. you decided to not drink any coffee this morning and have some water instead because you still had a tiny bit of a headache but it was hardly noticeable. you let the boys sleep more and began to make some food.

you were making pancakes, jae’s favorite. the pan was sizzling from the batter getting pouring onto it, it smelt great but you felt upset the whole time you were awake from last night. you didn’t want to look upset in front of jae but at the moment you couldn’t help how you felt. while flipping the pancakes you feel two arms slide around your waist, and a head rest on your shoulder. it was silent, but you felt hot breathing on your neck which gave you goosebumps, and his fingers which would slightly twitch out of nowhere. “i’m sorry.” he spoke, which you clearly heard from his mouth being so close to your ear. you sighed. “i know.” you said, “i’m sorry too.” you apologized in return which made him confused. “why?” he turned you around after you slid the perfectly brown pancake on a different plate. you were facing each other “because i just dumped all that on you last night.” you felt guilty once again because of it. “i’m not upset at you because you told me how you felt. i’m glad you did.” he placed his hands on your cheeks and slowly rubbed them. “i’m glad because if you hadn’t i wouldn’t have know how my family felt” he sighed but gives a soft smile to you. “i know i’ve been busy, and will be but i promise to not only make it up to you guys but to spend more time with you both.” he moves his hands from your cheeks to your waist which he grabs and pulls you into a hug. you gladly return the hug.

once you hear the noise from the stove you quickly let out a gasp and turned around quickly causing you to accidentally hit your finger on the hot pan. “ahh ssss” you shriek in pain, heeseung sees and quickly leads you to the sink. “ keep it under the water, i’ll go get a bandage” he rushes, you just nod with your eyebrows furrowed from the pain. once heeseung comes back he helps you put ointment and a bandage on your finger. “thanks.” you smile he let out a soft laugh” of course. heeseung slowly backs you into the counter and leans in, trying to kiss you. you lean in also and when your lip were about to touch you both get interrupted. “good morning” hyunjae yawns. you walk away from your position with heeseung and walk over to jae. “morning baby.” you kiss his cheek he did the same in return. “morning jae” heeseung comes over and picks up his son. “morning dad” he said, formally. “dad? no daddy?” heeseung pouted, jae shakes his head in return. heeseung knows what this is about. “you know i love you hyunjae, right?” heeseung looks at jae with so much love and care in his eyes. “i know.” jae says, beginning the smile “i love you too daddy.” he giggles and heeseung gives him a happy smile in return. you smile at your boys. “mmm i smell pancakes” jae says while heeseung sets him back to his feet. “ yep! made then special for you, so go get dressed and then you can have as many as you would like” you tell him while playing with his bed head hair. he nods then quickly runs off to his room.

you look to heeseung and give him a smile, although he returns it with a smirk. he pulls you close to him from your arms then blocking you in by firmly holding your waist. “i missed you” you say. “i know” he says before kissing you, you smile into the kiss.

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© rosie-rosem

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[binilpol]

🌸Shut Up And Hug🌸

Sunoo's steps were heavy as he walked through the front door, a combination of exhaustion and the weight of his day bearing down on him. As he entered their cozy apartment, he could hear the faint strains of a song he and Y/N had been listening to earlier in the week, a reminder of happier, carefree times.

The moment Y/N saw him, she couldn't contain her excitement. She rushed over, her eyes sparkling with love and anticipation, and flung her arms around him in a warm hug. Sunoo managed a weak smile, genuinely touched by her affection. He knew he was lucky to have someone who cared for him so deeply.

However, today was different. His body ached, and the fatigue threatened to engulf him entirely. Sunoo knew he couldn't give Y/N the enthusiastic response she deserved, not at this moment. In a gentle, almost apologetic motion, he guided her towards their bed, their sanctuary in the midst of the bustling world outside.

Y/N, sensing his need for rest, allowed herself to be led to the bed. Sunoo's touch was tender, and she could feel the weariness in his every move. With great care, he helped her sit down on the edge of the mattress before joining her.

As he settled beside her, Sunoo took a deep breath, the burdens of the day slowly dissipating. He wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close to him, their bodies fitting perfectly together like pieces of a puzzle. Y/N could feel his heartbeat against her chest, its pace gradually syncing with hers.

The room was now filled with a serene, comforting silence. Sunoo's head nestled against Y/N's shoulder, and she began to gently stroke his back, her fingers tracing soothing patterns. The tension in his muscles gradually loosened, and he sighed with relief.

After a while, Y/N couldn't help but voice her concern, her voice soft and filled with affection. "Sunoo," she whispered, "is everything okay? You seem a bit exhausted today."

Sunoo lifted his head to meet her gaze, his eyes reflecting gratitude and vulnerability. "I'm okay, Y/N," he reassured her, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just really needed to hug you, to feel your warmth and love. It's been a tough day, and being here with you makes everything better."

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling with love for him. She understood that sometimes words weren't necessary, that the simple act of being there for each other, sharing moments of silent comfort, spoke volumes in their relationship.

They continued to cuddle, their love and support for each other strengthening with each passing minute. In those quiet moments, they found solace, knowing that no matter how hectic life became, they could always come back to each other's arms for the comfort and love they needed.

[escapizm]

"Just the two of us, getting deeply moonstruck

Oh, you make me go crazy over you, you, baby"

- Enhypen, "Moonstruck"

[koreanboybands]

ENHYPEN <ROMANCE : UNTOLD -daydream-> Concept Photo (WHITE MIDNIGHT Ver.)

[kpop-tarot-predict]

Quick enhypen love life reading

I’ve gotten many requests so I’m gonna do a single post for all members except Jay, that you can find on my masterlist

SUNGHOON: Is he dating?

No, he’s thinking about a past relationship

SUNOO:

No, he’s alone, healing and resting

NI-KI:

He’s planning how to approach someone?

Jake:

Yes, he recently got into a new relationship

- I can’t add more pictures I’ve hit the limit damn app😭

Heesung:

The hanged man: no, he’s in a period of self-reflection and self-examination. I can’t tell if he took a temporary break in his relationship, or if he’s totally single

Jungwon:

Two of cups: he’s in a relationship, he’s happy and things are going well for them

[kpop-bbg]

[baribaaari]

Heesung has to have one of the prettiest smiles of all kpop

[summerstarxzx]

[dugiskoven]

Keep being the wanderer

[paradoxxinvader]

DITTO - do you want somebody? like i want somebody?

PROLOGUE - THE DEBUT

pairing :: riki x fem!idol!reader

synopsis :: yn, the leader of girl group trio ATTRACTION, has a major crush on ENHYPEN’s maknae, nishimura riki, since before her debut in 2022. she related to him, confided in his photocards, and befriended the idea of him, so much so that she fell in love with someone who barely knew of her. when she debuts under the same label as him, HYBE, the tables start to turn when she starts to realize that who he is isn’t the same person she fell in love with, all while nishimura riki starts to fall for her. what could possibly go wrong?

word count :: ~3k

warnings :: this is super weird i’m sorry. very cringe, mention of food, mentions of obsession (?), the general stuff idk i haven’t proof-read this

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“ATTRACTION is up next, manager park,” a female staff member said. “5 minutes,”

“ok, got it,” manager park turned towards the trio of girls who were getting the final touches of their hair and makeup. “you girls ready?”

“yes, manager park,” the girls said in unison. after a moment or so, when the stylists gave them the go-ahead that they were ready to leave, they walked towards the wings where they were to stand until they were to stand on stage. sungie clutched yn’s hand and gave it a firm squeeze, and the girls wrapped their arms around one another’s shoulders before starting their chant.

“i’m hot, you’re hot, we’re all hot, because this is ATTRACTION!” they shouted in unison, squeezing each other in a group hug.

they scurried onto the stage, bowing lightly to greet their sunbaes, before arranging themselves behind them. recording started not even a minute later.

“today we have some very special guests,” mc sunghoon starts.

“a girl group that debuted just today,” mc wonyoung continued.

“please welcome ATTRACTION!” both bank presidents exclaimed, sliding to the side, putting the girls front and center.

“anneyoung, lovelies! we are ATTRACTION,” the the trio exclaimed, bowing down before making finger hearts. 

“since it’s your first time on the show, please introduce yourself!” mc wonyoung said, smiling. the girls smiled wide, letting yn take the lead.

“anneyoung, lovelies! i’m leader yn, nice to meet you!” yn exclaimed, stepping forward a bit, bowing her head a little before throwing a kiss at the camera.

“hellooooo, i’m maknae sungie! i’m so excited to be on music bank!” sungie exclaimed, before making a confused expression, searching for something in the pocket of her brown school-skirt, before flashing a finger heart and an exaggerated wink towards the camera. yn and pae-ri, who were used to her antics, stifled a giggle, whereas sunghoon and wonyoung laughed silently yet uncontrollably, slowly backing away from the camera frame.

“annyeonghaseyo! i’m pae-ri, the main dancer of ATTRACTION!” pae-ri said, doing a dance move on the spot, before laughing a little from embarrassment. the music bank mc’s clapped before returning back to their places.

“please tell us a little about you debut mini-album, PHOTOREALISTIC,” sunghoon directed. 

“of course! PHOTOREALISTIC consists of five songs, which are ditto, still don’t know my name, love dive, hollywood, and omg!.” yn exclaimed, pointing one of her right-hand fingers up whenever she stated a new song title. “sungie and i have our own songs on the album as well! i collaborated with american artist, labrinth, on still don’t know my name. we both wrote and sung the song, and he produced it! sungie co-wrote and sung omg!”

“we collaborated on two songs on the album, as well! as yn said, we have labrinth on still don’t know my name, and the black skirts on hollywood!” pae-ri added.

“waah, that’s so cool!” wonyoung sunbae exclaimed, clapping excitedly. “can we get a little teaser off of your title track?”

“yes! five, six, seven, eight, stay in the middle, like you a little, don't want no riddle, malhaejwo say it back, oh, say it ditto, achim-eun neomu meol-eo so say it ditto~” the girls sung the chorus to ditto, doing a little bit of the choreography at the same time. 

wonyoung sunbae and sunghoon sunbaenim clapped and cheered, and attempted to do some of the choreography as well, but ended up unsuccessfully. 

“gosh, that’s so good!” mc sunghoon exclaimed, smiling wide. “what is your favourite song off of the album?”

“hmm, i really like hollywood! it’s a really soft-ish song, and it was so, so much fun working with the black skirts, and i think it matches the overall vibe of the album really well!” sungie answered first, after lifting her hand up. the girls hummed in agreement.

“i really like love dive! i love the choreography and it’s a really fun song to sing and dance to, so i can’t wait until we perform it on stage!” pae-ri exclaimed, clapping her hands a little.

“i think i really like still don’t know my name. i wrote that song with labrinth literally in almost no time- the song basically wrote itself. he’s our producer’s friend, and he was in seoul for, like, two-ish weeks, and we somehow ended up writing the song together! it’s a really honest and raw song, about both of our experiences, so, yeah! i think that’s my favourite!” yn rambled, moving her hands a lot.

“please do tell what the meaning behind PHOTOREALISTIC is!” sunghoon oppa exclaimed, motioning the girls to talk. 

yn spoke up, given that she wrote most of the songs off the album. “it’s essentially a story about how someone paints a picture of a person that’s so realistic that it becomes real to them. essentially the picture becomes so photorealistic hehe-” she threw a wink at the camera. “-that when they meet the person they painted a picture of, all of their ideas are met with negativity and the entire picture they painted is ruined, and all of the feelings that were there aren’t there anymore,” she rushed out, trying to explain the entire concept to the mc’s.

“very cool! we and music bank wish you good luck with your debut!” wonyoung sunbae exclaimed.

“we will performing the lead song off of our album PHOTOREALISTIC, which is ditto, here as music bank, so stay tuned to watch it!” pae-ri exclaimed.

“now off to the stage!” sunghoon sunbaenim declared.

“...and CUT!” the director said, and, one by one, all five idols left the frame. once out of frame, the girls let out a breath of relief, laughing a little.

“jesus, i was so nervous i thought i was gonna pass out,” yn panted out, hands on knees and all, as if she was out of breath.

“nooooo yn you did amazing,” wonyoung said, before hugging her.

“thank you, unnie,” yn smiled. “you, too, sunghoon oppa,”

“good luck with your stage!” sunghoon said, patting sungie’s, pae-ri’s, and yn’s heads. “we’ll let you guys get ready,” wonyoung nodded.

“thank youuu,” pae-ri said, latching onto yn from the back. 

their sunbaes left the room the girls finally let themselves freak out, letting the fact that they’ve debuted finally sink in. they jumped in their place a little, before yn stopped them- “you’ll wrinkle your clothes and ruin your hair,” she scolded.

after ATTRACTION came ENHYPEN, with their comeback stage for MANIFESTO: DAY 1, their stage being paradoxxx invasion. yn’s eyes stayed on a certain maknae who has a passion for dancing. when he accidently looked her way- y’know, as one does-, she averted her eyes from him to someone else, like jungwon sunbae or sunoo oppa- yn and pae-ri were friends with them because of the amount of times they had run into one another in the dance studios and the HYBE cafeteria. they were close enough that they had exchanged numbers and private twitters. 

once ENHYPEN got off stage, the trio of girls praised the septet of boys for their performance and their comeback, and they congratulated the girls on their debut. 

riki’s eyes lingered on yn for a moment or two, but he was out of her vision, so she paid no heed to him, despite how much she wanted to.

HYBE and BELLE had a joint debut party for ATTRACTION, the night of their mini-album release. it was a small party, with the trio, the managers, and some other 4th gen idols and groups- yn could’ve sworn that she saw p1harmony and jeongin from stray kids on the guest list. 

the girls of ATTRACTION got ready together in their shared dorm- pae-ri was in charge of hair and makeup, sungie was in charge of wardrobe, and yn was handling the music as the dj. she connected her phone to a speaker and put one of her dance playlists on shuffle. they had decided on the theme of the party together- only the keywords of ‘whimsical’ and ‘dreamlike’ supplied on the invite. 

they all wore dresses that resembled the album cover- pae-ri wore a pale blue, sungie an off-white, and yn a sea-foam green. sungie was holding an eyeshadow palette and was delicately applying eyeshadow on pae-ri’s lids, humming omg! under her breath, while yn was working her locks through a hair curler. after letting out a small sound of satisfaction when finished and applied a light coat of hair spray and turned the straightener on for sungie. she then started to part pae-ri’s hair to braid it. 

after an hour or so of getting ready, the girls were all sitting in the room where the party was to be held, just about fifteen minutes before it was going to start. in the meanwhile, they all just took pictures of one another, posing in front of the large banner that spelt out ‘ATTRACTION’S PHOTOREALISTIC DEBUT PARTY !!!’ in large words, that was graffiti-fied with gold and silver paint markers, from yours truly. they also got manager park to take a picture of all three of them together, in various silly poses, just basking in enjoyment before everyone else came.

not even minutes later, soobin sunbaenim and jungwon oppa barged in with their respective groups, popping blue and green confetti cannons, with the rest of their groups wearing party hats and holding kazoo’s, with the older ones playing the latter as well. 

“yah, let’s get this party started!” yeonjun oppa screamed.

one by one, the guests came in, more people than originally estimated, and the room was filled to the brim. the album was playing in the background while everyone ate cake and ice cream that the girls had cut, and the staff handed it out to everyone. 

different idols came and went, congratulating the girls and giving really positive feedback to them, some of their sunbaes even giving their phone numbers for any advice or questions that needed to be asked. 

eventually, most of everyone left, eventually leaving the girls alone with ENHYPEN and LE SSERAFIM. the latter gave the girls a big, big hug, leaving a kiss on each cheek, before saying that they’ll meet the girls tomorrow at lunch. after they left, junwon and sunoo gave the girls a hug as well. jay and sunghoon struck a conversation with pae-ri about a recent runway that happened, and heesung and jake got sungie to take a few pictures of them together, as well as a few selfies of all three of them together, in front of the banner- all while jungwon and sunoo left to “get a quick little surprise for you three! you’ll love it i swear!” that left yn alone with riki, who was pretty much quiet for the entire party. 

“yn, right? um, congrats on your debut,” riki said, clapping a short, few times. yn’s ears turned red ever-so slightly, hoping that he wouldn’t notice, and thanked him profusely, smiling sweetly at him, to which he returned. 

“ah, thank you, thank you,” she exclaimed, ignoring the fact that he had to confirm her name from her.

“it’s really impressive how you’ve written most of the songs- you’re what, 16? it’s really cool how you managed to do that!” riki grinned, while yn’s smile faltered a little. well, yes, it was impressive, it just didn’t necessarily sound like a compliment. 

“oh, uh, thanks!” she said anyways, and jungwon and sunoo barged in right then and there. she thanked whatever deity was up there, and turned her attention towards them. 

“yah, what’s this?” pae-ri asked, as the duo struggled to balance a large, black box in between this. 

“be patient!” sunoo playfully scolded, letting the box rest down on a large table. the girls shuffled closer, and jungwon removed the top only to reveal-

“dudes, you struggled to pick up this? together?” sungie exclaimed, albeit happily, taking out a plain, black sweatshirt, snuggling into it. 

“it’s heavier than it looks-” sunoo starts, but was cut off by jungwon.

“it’s ok, hyung,”

the box was filled with three pairs of black hooded sweatshirts and sweatpants, and three bulky duffel bags that had toiletries in them, as well as other bits and bobs, like energy drinks and snacks. there was also an envelope in the middle, which when opened, showed a bunch of fast food coupons. 

“it’s for your practice sessions! it’s our good luck present to you!” heesung exclaimed warmly.

“ahhh, thank you so much!” yn said happily. she picked up a duffel bag, something that she has been meaning to get, a new one and store the one that she had been using since her trainee days.

“nice, there’s gatorade in here as well,” pae-ri whispered to herself.

“there’s no need to thank us! you guys supported us a lot during our comeback, even though you haven’t debuted, and so it was necessary that we do, too!” jake said, hugging sungie, who was closest to him.

the girls bowed deeply, thanking them a few more times, until jungwon told them to stop, because he was starting to get embarrassed.  

“but in all seriousness, thank you so much, i don’t think you realize how much this means to us,” yn gushed, thanking them again.

“it was no big deal, we promise,” sunghoon said, patting their heads.

they all then said their goodbyes, and left one by one, leaving the girls alone. riki lingered for a moment or two- or had yn imagined it all? - but left behind his hyungs. 

the girls were silent, engulfing one another in a big group hug, and manager park had said that she and the staff will get everything cleaned up and that the girls could rest and tuck in for the night. 

they managed to pick up the box together- and, bless his heart, sunoo was right. it was heavier than what it looked like. still, they managed to lug it to the lobby and into the trunk of one of the company cars, which was driving them to their dorms.

they were silent for most ride, with sungie sitting in the middle and leaning her head on yn’s shoulder, dozing off slowly. pae-ri was watching a dance video and yn was listening to a random playlist on spotify. she was gazing out of the window, passing the streetlights and lampposts.

yn opened up her phone, making sure that sungie was completely asleep before selecting a few photos from the party that she took on her phone. she scanned each and every photo, making sure that the brunet dancer was in frame and in focus in the photo, before shifting them to a locked album that was titled ‘nk’. she went through the album once, skipping to all the way up, to which when she saved screenshots of the idol from when he was on i-LAND, and saved twitter and pinterest posts of pictures of when he was younger, much younger.

one thing that most people don’t know about yn is that when she got obsessed with something, she would get obsessed, so much so that she would make it her entire life. most of these obsessions were short lived, not exceeding more than a couple of months, but it was different this time. this obsession had lived for just about two years, perhaps even more. maybe it started when she was a trainee at BELLE and was visiting the HYBE head office for something she didn’t remember, and she saw him in the lobby. maybe it was when she saw him on screen for the first time, when he entered the i-LAND building. sometime then, she thinks, locking her phone when sungie shifts a little.

once they arrived at their dorms, and after they managed to haul the box and the rest of the immense amount of gifts they received from their friends and fellow idols, the girls started to get un-ready in silence, too tired to have a proper conversation. manager park had texted yn privately, saying that they will be going live in the morning, after they posted pictures from the debut party. yn replied with an ‘ok!’ and started to wipe off her makeup and brush through her hair.

she texted her mom once, seeing if she was awake to call for a little bit, since she was so busy the entire day that she wasn’t able to talk to her family. she waited a bit, but when she was left on ‘sent’, she scrolled through her twitter, and since she followed a bunch of idols today, a lot of pictures of the party came up on her timeline. she smiled, liking them all, commenting on a few. jungwon and sunoo, as well as all the older members posted pictures of them with the girls. she liked and retweeting them with funny comments. she noticed that riki didn’t post anything- but then again, he didn’t give her his twitter, even when he saw his members giving theirs. even though she was a little heartbroken, but she was too tired to do anything. 

‘yah, yn, we have a live to do tomorrow morning, go to bed’ pae-ri’s text woke yn up from her daze, and she replied with an ‘okkkk’ and set an alarm for six am, four hours from when she was awake. she knew that she didn’t have to be awake until nine, but she wanted to hit the gym at HYBE for a bit before anything else to wake herself up for a bit. she also wanted to vlog tomorrow morning, so it would serve as viable content to post.

she put her phone on charge, shutting off her lights, and snuggled into her comforter, smiling to herself, finally feeling happy and content after years and years. 

she let a tear slip from the corner of her eye. not a tear of sadness or sorrow, but of happiness, because yn finally thought that things were going her way.

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lu speaks :: DUDES ITS FINALLY HERE !! this took me like more than a week to write *insert sad face* <]:) but all things aside i hope u all really like this !!! unfortunately i won’t be updating ~ consistently ~ because i have my mocks coming up and the my finals coming up pretty much right after that :’D i am currently drafting the first chapter so yay !!! also i’m so sorry i’ve been super busy with school and all so i haven’t been able to go through all of the comments and asks asking to be on the taglist :( i’ll try to do it by tonight !!! then i’ll add everyone on this post asw <3

[wonbloom]

diet pepsi

pairing: bffsbrother!heeseung x fem!reader

summary: “losing all my innocence in the backseat” or bffsbrother!heeseung takes your virginity in the backseat of his car!! this is inspired by diet pepsi by addison rae lolz

warnings: smut!!! 18+ only mdni, pinv, loss of virginity, fingering, heeseung & reader being horny asf for eachother, mentions of alcohol, swearing, intentional lowercase, pls lmk if i’m missing anything!!

word count: 2k+

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“are you gonna fucking do something?” you whine, squeezing your thighs around heeseung’s head.

he’s been lazily placing kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs for the last few minutes, leaving the area slightly sticky and moist with his saliva.

you can hear him chuckling into your skin and you roll your eyes, your head falling back and thudding against the condensation covered window behind you. the position isn’t exactly comfortable; with the inner handle of the backseat door digging into your shoulder blade and the leather of heeseung’s car seats sticking to your exposed ass, only covered by the skimpy thong you’d picked out for this evening. your denim skirt lies abandoned in the footwell of the passenger seat alongside heeseung’s tshirt, tossed away carelessly where the tryst had began.

you’re awoken from your thoughts by heeseung nipping at your skin lightly, it’s not enough to truly hurt but it pulls you from your sweaty daze enough to look down at his smirking face. he moves away from his position so close to your core and notes the pout on your face. he’s quick to sit up and pull you into his jean clad lap, large hands immediately reaching for the meat of your ass.

“didn’t anyone teach you that patience is a virtue baby?” heeseung whispers into your ear, his tongue laving out towards your earlobe. “i’m gonna give you what you want, don’t worry. i just want to take my time with you.”

even though the arrogance in heeseung’s words make you clench your teeth, you can’t deny the way you’re dripping into the seat of your panties, and it’s no doubt that heeseung can feel it too.

heeseung connects his lips with yours for what feels like the millionth time in the past thirty minutes and you can’t help but moan into his mouth, he tastes bitter like the cheap beer you watched him knock back with the rest of his friends and it’s intoxicating. you’re slowly rolling your hips into his, careful with not wanting to seem too desperate. all thoughts of which leave your mind when heeseung grunts and rolls up into you, hands grabbing at your hips appreciatively.

when heeseung pulls away, his gaze stays on your face, seemingly scrutinising your every feature and it makes you flush - suddenly shy under his watchful eyes.

“i’m so fucked,” he breathes out, his forehead falling forward and knocking into yours dully.

your hands grab greedily at his exposed chest, he’s been working out recently and you can tell.

you place your lips against his lightly and speak, “that’s sort of what i was hoping to be.”

heeseung giggles at your words, head lifting up and his hand coming alongside to trace your jaw.

“yeah? you think you’re ready?”

“if me dripping onto your jeans wasn’t enough of an answer then yes. yes i am,” you tease, glancing down to the dark patch now staining the front of heeseung’s jeans.

heeseung joins you in glancing down at the mess, his head quickly jolting back up as he groans.

“you’re sure you’ve never done this before?”

“positive,” you chirp, punctuating your statement with another grind down into heeseung’s prominent bulge.

he places both his hands on your waist to steady you, “if your carry on i’m going to bust in my pants”

you let out an airy laugh in response, “where’s the sex god heeseung i was promised?”

your words seem to light a fire in heeseung as he’s quick to flip your position, holding his hand behind your head as he lies you down across the backseats, hovering over you with a mischievous smirk across his face.

“don’t get cocky baby,” he smiles sweetly, fingers sliding into the sides of your underwear, sliding them down your legs slowly. heeseung doesn’t hide the awed expression on his face as he notes the large wet spot, pocketing your panties into the back of his jeans.

you bring your foot up to poke at his toned stomach and jeer, “perv.”

heeseung grabs you by the ankle and manoeuvres himself between your legs, forcing you to cross them behind his back. he swipes a finger through your wetness, causing you to whimper loudly and watch with glossy eyes as he brings the finger up to his mouth, licking up your juices.

“you love it.” he decides.

instead of fighting back this time, you muster up your best whine and lift your hips up, hoping to entice heeseung into finally gracing your pussy with some attention.

“needy needy baby,” heeseung tuts, his hand so close to where you need him the most. “but you’re so pretty,” he hums. “i guess i’ll give you what you want.”

heeseung plunges two long fingers into your core, pushing in and out slowly as his thumb moves to you with your clit. he continues his ministrations until you’re whimpering and grinding up into his touch, and when heeseung looks down to your flushed face, sweat making your baby hairs stick down to your forehead and eyes wide and glossy, he thinks he’s never seen something so beautiful.

even though your climax is approaching, you can’t help but want more. heeseung stalls as one of your hands reaches down from his chest and grips onto his flexing wrist.

“i want to come when your dick is inside of me,” you admit somewhat shyly.

heeseung pulls his hand out of you slowly and scoffs, “seriously what virgin says stuff like that!”

he’s fast to suck your juices from his fingers and reach for the zipper of his jeans, you can see his hardness straining against the material, making you squirm in anticipation. before heeseung shimmys down his boxers he stills, looking to you.

“you’ve seen a dick before right?”

his words shock you into a small giggle, “yeah, i mean i gave jake a handjob at the movie theatre that one time.”

heeseung looks slightly mortified at the mention of one of his closest friends, “sim keeping it classy i see.”

“and taking my virginity in the back your car is the epitome of class i guess?” you bite back, flicking at heeseung’s chest.

“shut up,” heeseung rolls his eyes, moving quickly to pull his hard cock out of his boxers, silencing you from whatever quip was going to fall from your mouth next.

your breath hitches slightly at the sight of the sheer size of him, “fuck.”

“not so cocky now baby, huh?” heeseung smirks, guiding his cock down to glide between your messy folds.

everytime his tip catches against your clip you both groan into each others mouths, kissing sloppily as heeseung works you up even further.

heeseung’s free hand moves to fondle your tits over the thin tank still adorning your chest, now damp from the perspiration covering your body.

a grind up of your hips causes heeseung’s tip to catch onto your entrance and he whines into your mouth.

“please hee,” you pull back, hands threading into his sweaty hair, “i’m ready.”

heeseung nods at your words and comes down to press a light kiss on your forehead, “okay baby.”

“let me know if it hurts and i’ll stop, okay?” heeseung pushes the tip in further, looking down into your eyes for confirmation and when you nod he carries on.

the sting is noticeable but overpowered by the pleasure, your senses overwhelmed by everything heeseung.

“still okay baby?” heeseung asks, peppering your neck with kisses, leaning down to suck at your exposed cleavage.

“so so good” you moan, grinding up the last little bit so you’re full of him.

you seem to simultaneously let out sighs of relief, which causes you to both giggle.

“you feel so fucking good.” he says earnestly, rocking into you slowly as he begins to find a rhythm.

you shy under heeseung’s words, not used to having the sole attention of the guy you’ve crushed on for the most part of your life.

“you can go faster y’know?” you tease, trying to gain back some of your confidence. “i’m not gonna break.”

heeseung smiles at your usual cocky demeanour returning and decides to listen to your whining, spewing up his slow thrusts into a steady and powerful pattern.

your whimpers grow louder as soon heeseung’s groans as the sounds of sweaty skin slapping fills the car, your hand reaching to card through the short hairs at the back of heeseung’s neck and you have half the mind to hope that no one has wandered far enough from the house party you were in attendance of, because if the fogged you windows weren’t enough evidence then the noise and movement from the car would certainly be enough evidence to alert people of the activities occurring in lee heeseung’s car.

“oh fuck! hee,” you whine as heeseung hits a spot inside you that you weren’t even sure existed.

heeseung notes your reaction and continues his pace until you’re sure you’re seeing stars.

“touch yourself baby,” heeseung orders, grunting in delight as your small hand reaches down to play with your clit.

“i’m so fucking close, please hee,” you cry out, your pleasure heightened by the added stimulation from your fingers.

“i know baby, keep going for me im almost there,” heeseung’s voice is dripping with sex and the squelching noises that emanate from between you are nothing short of obscene, but the only thing on heeseung’s mind is you you you.

heeseung’s vision is slightly obscured by his dripping fringe falling into his eyes, but there’s no way he’s stopping now to move it out of his way, not when he can tell you’re both so close to ecstasy.

you’re free hand that was resting on the back of heeseung’s head moves forward to brush his fringe out of the way, and upon your eyes locking after a gesture that felt all to intimate even during this situation, heeseung’s thrusts become erratic, signaling his incoming climax.

“fuck!” heeseung exclaims, pushing your fingers that were playing with your clit away in favour of his own, drawing tight circles on your clit, that paired with his powerful thrusts throw you over the edge just as heeseung’s pace turns sloppy, quicking pulling out in favour of spurting his cum over your soft stomach. even though you were left clenching over nothing, your body still aches with satisfaction.

heeseung looks sheepishly down at the mess he made on you and quickly apologises, reaching for his shirt to wipe up his drying cum.

looking back to you, heeseung catches you dipping your middle finger into his essence and plunging it into your mouth.

“yum.” you wink.

“dirty,” heeseung jests, “i love it.”

now clean of heeseung’s come you sit up, and lean onto his still shirtless and heaving chest.

“you’ve corrupted me,” you jibe, pulling on a lock of his hair. “stolen my innocence.”

at your words heeseung scoffs, “i’d hardly call you innocent.”

before heeseung’s lips can touch yours, a knock on the window behind you startles you both. heeseung is quick to hide your body behind his to provide you some decency as he rolls down the window.

sunghoon, another one of heeseung’s friends peers in and drunkenly yells.

“your little sister is looking for you! something about not being able to find her friend.”

at his words you tense up and look to heeseung who is trying to hold back his laugh.

“sure buddy, i’ll be back in a minute,” heeseung turns to you with a shit eating grin on his face, not missing how sunghoon murmurs to himself as he walks away.

“smells like fucking sex in there.”

you can’t help but burst into laughter with him.

“we’re so fucked.” you decide.

“we’re so fucked.” he confirms, leaning down to press his lips into yours.

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a/n: AHHHH!!!! this is my first piece of writing that i’ve published on here so i’m very nervous!! it’s also so horny so excuse that lolll i’d be very grateful for any and all feed back so pls reblog comment or send me an ask!!

alsooo feel free to send me any enha thoughts in my ask box as i’m a new writer on here!!

tysm for reading !!!

lux xoxo

[binilpol]

Movie date

Friends to lovers

The soft glow of the cinema marquee bathed Heeseung and Y/N in a warm, inviting light as they approached. Heeseung couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was their first time out together, just the two of them.

As they settled into their seats, Heeseung couldn't help but notice the gentle fragrance of Y/N's perfume, mingling with the subtle scent of buttered popcorn. The anticipation buzzed in the air.

The lights dimmed, and the movie began. Heeseung tried to focus on the screen, but his attention kept wandering to Y/N beside him. Her laughter was a melody that harmonized with the film's soundtrack.

Minutes passed, the plot unfolding on the screen, but Heeseung couldn't shake the awareness of Y/N's presence. It was a mix of comfort and electrifying anticipation. He felt the familiar warmth spread across his cheeks.

Sweat formed on Heeseung's brow. He excused himself, "I'll be right back," he mumbled, his voice betraying a hint of fluster.

In the sanctuary of the bathroom, Heeseung splashed his face with cool water, willing the flush from his cheeks to subside. He stared at his reflection, a mix of disbelief and amusement dancing in his eyes.

Once he felt composed enough, he took a deep breath and returned to the theater. Y/N glanced up, her eyes sparkling with mischief, as if she knew the effect she had on him.

Heeseung settled back into his seat, determined to enjoy the rest of the movie. As the story unfolded, he couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N, his heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the film.

When the credits rolled, Heeseung turned to Y/N, a shy smile tugging at his lips. "That was amazing," he confessed.

Y/N grinned, her eyes twinkling with delight. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Maybe next time, we can watch something a bit less distracting," she teased, a playful glint in her eye.

Heeseung's heart fluttered, a surge of warmth washing over him. This outing, with all its unexpected turns, was turning out to be an uncharted adventure he'd never forget.