#enhypen pics

[en-lov3r]

૮(•͈⌔•͈)ა☕

[iceprince-psh]

𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑑 🤍

[boydepartment]

not arguing w a man that has pretty lips i will get too distracted and lose the argument

[jakeeyyxoxoxo]

A-R-T 🌙 2

Pairings: Jake Sim x reader, Jay x reader

Warnings: stalking? Creep? Obsession?

Word Count:

Song: Death of Peace of Mind

Part 1 | Part 2 |

Chatter filled the place as the music played loudly and bodies rubbed on each other. The air reeked of alcohol and sweat, it was not very inviting. There were drunk people everywhere and blinding lights. Jake watched Y/N on the dance floor with Kaia and some other girls.

You wore a light pink cropped sweater with low raise flare jeans; flaunting your gorgeous body. And finished the outfit off with your pink air forces and matching pink Kate Spade bag.

He always kept an eye on her whenever they went clubbing; his fingers gripped the bottle. Jake always made sure to drink very lightly, the condensation from the bottle made his fingers wet. His friends chatted and laughed but he wasn’t listening.

Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Jungwon had invited them out because they hadn’t seen the pair in a while. Noticing his lack of attention, Heeseung spoke up. “You’ve been quiet Jake”, he said, “anything you wanna share?”.

At the sudden mention of his name, Jake’s head snapped toward his friends. Many things ran through his mind but his answer was simple, “Not really”.

“How’s Y/n ?”, Sunghoon asked, “Is she still modeling for that weird guy?”. Jake always confided in his friends, so when Y/n started working with Jay, it was natural for him to share his thoughts with his closet friends.

Jake really started telling them when he noticed Jay odd behaviour. He would never tell y/n because he knew that you loved your job and it paid you well. “Yup”, he sighed; bring the bottle to his lips as he sips his beer. Seeing the pained expression on his friend's face; Jungwon couldn’t help but speak up.

“Dude, I honestly think you should just tell her that you’re uncomfortable”, he stated dryly, “I’m sure she’ll respect your wishes”. Every time you kissed him and told him you were going to the study, Jake couldn’t help but think of the way another man’s eyes in on your body for hours.

The thought of another memorizing and taking in every detail about your body burned his soul. “I won’t do that to her”, he glanced at you. The alcohol has taken over, you had reached your limit. Jake thought you were cute drunk but he wanted you to be home safely. It was time to get you home.

“Babe”, you babbled as he carried you inside, “did you see the last portrait?”. You were being carried by Jake through the apartment, you were too intoxicated to stand on your own. He smiled as you kept playing his hair while he carried you, “No love”.

“WHAT??”, you gasp; wearing a shocked expression as he pushed the room door opening. He made his over to bed, gently setting you down as you continued your muttering about the portraits. Jake didn’t pay any mind, you were mostly talking about the different colors and canvases.

The room smelt like strawberry cheesecake and the walls were a light creme colored. It matched perfectly with the pastels in the room. He made his way around the room, pulling out you pajamas while getting the bathtub ready. The water ran and the bathroom steamed up.

He could still hear you talking and giggling in the other room. “He’ll immortalize me”, you muttered. That statement caught his attention as he came back to room to get you for the bath. “What was that love?”, he asked.

What did you mean by that, he thought to himself. His eyes bore into your soul as he awaited an answer. He was aching and burning as he waited. “Jay will immortalize me”, you giggled, “He said my beauty surpasses the beauty of the universe”.

“Oh really?”, Jake asked, pressing his lips together, “Don’t you find him a little odd?”. This was probably not the right time to be asking this but he couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Who? Jay?”, you smiled.

“Not really”, you stated as your eyes began to close, “he-” you yawned, “makes me feel like a goddess- a celestial being”. Your body crashed into the mattress, everything began to fade, “like something out of the world”. You whispered as you passed out.

The male couldn’t help but wonder if you would said all this while sober, he trusted you and your feelings mattered to him. However, he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt knowing another man made you feel this way. Even if it was just work.

Jay hung up an older portrait of you on his wall, just next to his collection. He smiled as he took in his work. More, he knew he needed more. No matter how much his agency demanded him get a new model or do something different, he couldn’t

It had become an infatuation; something that devoured his mind. Painting you was the death of peace of mind. “You’re in the walls I made with crosses and frames; hanging upside down”. He would paint you on every medium, every angle, every color.

You were his muse, looking at you unlocked an infinite universe of possibilities in which he could explain beauty. But only your beauty. It was his A-R-T.

[v1ctor14aaa]

~ enha when u compliment someone of the opposite gender ~

MASTERLIST: enhypen reacts

warning: jealousy, not proofread, swearing

content: lowkey fluff? sorry guys, ill be using she/her pronouns here:'( but you can guys read it the way you like it idk. enhypen pictures! all lowercase intended.

pairings: enhypen x reader

a/n: seems that you guys like these kind of writing or something. by the way, the pictures are unrelated with this, I JUST WANTED TO SHARE IT TO Y'ALL!!🤭

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lee heeseung (이희승)

he doesn't really mind.

in fact, it's most likely to be him the one complimenting them.

but if he notice you compliment them a lot the he gets really mad.

he will use his bambi eyes on you though and ask "what about me?" non-stop.

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park jongseong/jay (박정성)

he would stay quiet and ignore you after.

he gets jealous of course but he doesn't really want to get angry at you which just why he'll just give you the silent treatment until he gets his mind off of what just happened.

sometimes, however, he would just tell them "yeah, you should both catch up later, bye."

what he means for "later" is "never".

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sim jaeyun (심재윤)

like heeseung, he would also compliment them back but in a much more annoying way. (back-handed compliments)

he would be also pouty.

he would be complimenting them non-stop while giving them a blank stare until they go away.

inside he wants to tell you that he should be the only one you compliment and no one else but he doesn't want you to hate him so..:(( (such a bbg)

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park sunghoon (박성훈)

he gets so angry. that's it.

he would drag you away from them and ask "why must you compliment them a lot?".

he would look back at them then hug you. he's really cute because he would be saying stuff like "please never compliment people too much." "you're only mine, alright?"

you would definitely laugh at him for being so jealous lol.

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kim sunoo (김선우)

he would interfere with your conversation and try to change the topic immediately.

he is also the type to curse them out and give them looks.

he would also be giving you looks because why did you give him so much compliments.

afterwards, he would talk and ask you why you gave so much compliments.

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yang jungwon (양정원)

he doesn't mind, he thinks positively all the time.

unless you keep complimenting them non-stop.

he would try to get you out of that place so that he'll have all your attention.

sometimes he would even talk to the other person without you knowing and say things like " just because y/n complimented you that much doesn't mean she likes you and that you can have her" etc.

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nishimura riki / ni-ki (니키)

he's like jay except he can't stop himself being so clingy to you all of a sudden.

he's soooo clingy; he would be hugging you so tight or hug your waist, etc.

he would stare at them that you would automatically know that it means "fuck off."

that is why recently nobody would approach you when you're with him.

please do not copy/translate and post this as your own.

[ourdadai]

wallpaper do sunghoon do enhypen pfv?

aqui está, desculpe a demora :(

[kkafka]

It's like you never had wings

[obsidienne]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ͏ jake ⏤ packs . . .

[flourjaemin]

heeseung looking majestic or whatever

[en-lov3r]

𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗚𝗛𝗛𝗛

( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

[iceprince-psh]

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵

𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶

[boydepartment]

anytime i’m disappointed by a man irl i’ll be shocked for 2 seconds and then i’m like “yeah i am not surprised.”

[hoonven]

He’s so dark academia bf coded in this 🖤

[scented-morker]

Part two of drunk texts !

read part one here ! happy endings + backstory included, no warnings. they’re all different lengths tho, my b

[marsdql]

Finders, keepers ! — part.2

⌖ p. 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢!𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 ⤫ 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳﹒wc: 2.3k﹒g . 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, t𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳, smut, angst﹒cw. 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦/𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦, 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘢𝘣𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦/𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, degrading, smut, (p in v), possession, masturbation﹒tgl: @rii7eis7 @lavxndxrsworld @babygirlskz98 @profoundruinsunknown @lilmarsh-t @shadowyperfectionllama

marea talks; part 2 of finder’s keepers! I’m shadowbanned guys it’s been so bad… so reblogs r very appreciated atm.. okay enjoy | not proofread..

ᡣ𐭩 synopsis ﹒ After this mysterious mafia boss captured you and tied you up, the last thing you expected was to belong to him completely…

— 18+ . AHEAD ────୨ৎ──── MINORS . DNI —

You flinched at the deep groan, your body tensing up as the man’s hand trailed lazily down your back. “Darling, I asked you a question,” Mr. Lee said, his tone calm but laced with authority. His fingers curled into your hair, tugging slightly to force your gaze upward. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

“I-I don’t know,” you stammered, your voice trembling. The tight restraints around your limbs made it impossible to shift away from him.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “That’s not an answer, sweetheart. Try again.”

“Yes,” you whispered. “I slept… okay.”

Mr. Lee hummed, his fingers trailing from your hair to the back of your neck. The touch sent shivers down your spine, a mix of fear and something you couldn’t quite name. “Good. At least you’re honest. Unlike your little ex-boyfriend.”

You flinched at the mention of Damien. The reality of the situation hit you like a brick—he had betrayed you. Sold you off to pay his debts. And now, here you were, tied up and at the mercy of this man.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Lee chuckled, low and deep. “Doing what, doll? Keeping you safe? Treating you better than that pathetic excuse of a man ever did?”

“Safe?” you repeated, incredulous. “You call this safe?”

He tilted his head, his dark eyes narrowing slightly. “You think Damien would’ve kept you safe? Do you even realize how far up his neck he was in trouble? If I hadn’t stepped in, you’d be in a much worse situation right now. Trust me, sweetheart, I’m the best option you’ve got.”

You bit your lip, refusing to respond. Part of you wanted to argue, to fight back, but his presence was overwhelming. He radiated power, and you knew better than to push him too far.

“Let’s get something straight,” Mr. Lee continued, his tone shifting to something darker. “I don’t tolerate defiance. You play nice, and I’ll make this as comfortable as possible for you. But if you try anything stupid…” He trailed off, his hand gripping your chin with enough force to make you wince. “Well, I don’t think I need to spell it out for you.”

You nodded quickly, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Good girl,” he murmured, releasing your chin. He stood up, towering over you as he adjusted his suit jacket. “Now, let’s get those ropes off. Can’t have you bruised up, can we? That wouldn’t do.”

Despite his words, his actions were anything but gentle. He untied the ropes with swift, practiced movements, his grip on your arms firm as he pulled you to your feet. Your legs wobbled, and he caught you effortlessly, his hands gripping your waist to steady you.

“Careful,” he said, his voice softening for a moment. “Don’t want you hurting yourself.”

The juxtaposition of his harsh demeanor and the way he held you so carefully left you confused. Was he being kind, or was this just another way to assert control?

“You’ll stay here for now,” he said, guiding you toward a plush chair in the corner of the room. “And don’t even think about trying to leave. You won’t get far.”

“What do you want from me?” you asked, your voice breaking.

Mr. Lee crouched down in front of you, his hands resting on the arms of the chair, caging you in. “What do I want?” he repeated, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “I want what’s owed to me. And until Damien figures out how to pay up, you’re mine.”

“But you said—”

“I said I’d let you go when Damien pays me back,” he interrupted, his tone sharp. “But let’s be real, sweetheart. Do you really think he’s coming back for you? He sold you off without a second thought.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

“Hey,” he said, his hand cupping your cheek and forcing you to look at him. “Don’t waste your tears on him. He’s not worth it. You deserve better than that spineless bastard.”

The sincerity in his words took you by surprise. But before you could process it, his thumb brushed away a stray tear, his touch lingering.

“You’re mine now, doll,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

The weight of his words settled heavily on your chest. Whether you liked it or not, you were at his mercy. And something told you he wasn’t planning on letting you go anytime soon.

You woke up groggily, the dull ache in your head reminding you of the explosion. The room was dim, the soft light of a bedside lamp casting long shadows. You blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the haze, only to realize you were lying on an unfamiliar bed, your hand bandaged and resting on a pillow.

A figure loomed nearby, seated in a chair with one leg crossed over the other. Heeseung. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his tie discarded, and the top buttons of his shirt undone. His dark gaze met yours as he swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light.

“Awake, finally,” he said, his voice low and smooth, with a tinge of sarcasm. He leaned back, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, watching your every move.

“What… what happened?” you croaked, your throat dry.

He smirked, tilting his head slightly as he set the glass down on the side table. “You decided to take a nap in the middle of chaos, doll. Lucky for you, I don’t leave my things behind.”

You frowned at his words. “I’m not your—”

“Careful,” he cut you off, his voice dropping an octave. He stood and approached the bed, his tall frame towering over you. “You’re in no position to argue right now.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned down, one hand pressing into the mattress beside your head while the other gently brushed a stray hair from your face. His touch was surprisingly tender, but the proximity made your heart race for reasons you didn’t want to admit.

“You’ve got quite the habit of getting yourself into trouble,” he murmured, his lips curving into a smirk. His fingers trailed down your cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “It’s almost like you’re begging for someone to take care of you.”

Your cheeks flushed at his insinuation, and you turned your head away. “I didn’t ask for your help,” you muttered, your voice barely audible.

He chuckled softly, a dark, velvety sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “No, you didn’t. But that’s the thing about me, sweetheart. I don’t need permission to protect what’s mine.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and suggestive, as he straightened up and began rolling down his sleeves.

“Get some rest,” he ordered, his tone shifting back to its usual coldness. But as he turned to leave, he paused in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway.

“And don’t think about running,” he added, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk. “Not unless you want me to chase you.”

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone in the oppressive silence. You sank back into the pillows, your heart pounding as you replayed his words in your mind. As much as you hated to admit it, there was something about Heeseung—his presence, his intensity—that you couldn’t ignore.

And that terrified you.

You lay there in the dim light, the weight of Heeseung’s words still hanging in the air like smoke. His presence lingered in your thoughts, even though the door had closed behind him. You wanted to shake off the feeling, but the tension he left behind was palpable. He wasn’t like anyone you had ever encountered. He was dark, commanding, and there was something in his eyes that made you feel like you had no choice but to listen to him.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours before you heard footsteps approaching again. The door creaked open, and Heeseung stepped back into the room, his presence like a storm rolling in. His expression was more severe this time, and the usual cocky smirk was replaced with a look that was almost unreadable.

You instinctively tensed, but Heeseung’s eyes scanned you coldly, taking in every detail of your posture, your hands still resting on the bed. His eyes narrowed as they settled on the bandages wrapped around your hand.

“Still acting like a victim, huh?” he remarked, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “You’re not a child. Stop playing helpless.”

The words hit you harder than you expected. You knew you weren’t helpless, but the way he said it made something inside you churn. Heeseung didn’t give you a chance to respond. He moved toward you quickly, his footsteps heavy on the floor, and before you could even blink, he was standing at your bedside.

His gaze was colder than before, his presence suffocating as he loomed over you. “I’ve told you before, don’t make me repeat myself,” he said, his voice low and harsh. “You’re under my care now. And I don’t take kindly to defiance.”

You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. His words hung in the air like a chain around your neck. Heeseung’s hand shot out and gripped your wrist, his fingers tight enough to make you wince. The pain from your hand felt amplified under his touch, but you couldn’t pull away.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he demanded, his voice like gravel scraping against your skin.

You lifted your eyes, meeting his gaze, but something in you recoiled at the intensity. There was no softness in his expression now, only a dark resolve.

“I don’t like being ignored,” he continued, his grip tightening even more, making you gasp in discomfort. “And I don’t like being questioned. If you think you can get away from me, think again. There’s nowhere you can hide.”

The words stung. You had no room to breathe, no space to think. Everything he said made it feel like you were cornered, trapped. But there was something else too—a strange, terrifying pull toward him that you couldn’t deny. Despite everything, part of you couldn’t stop yourself from being drawn in by him.

Heeseung’s face was mere inches from yours now, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re mine now, and I don’t tolerate disobedience. You’ll learn that quickly enough.”

The words sent a chill down your spine, but before you could respond, he let go of your wrist with a harsh push, causing you to stumble back slightly. His eyes were still locked on you, colder than before, as if daring you to defy him again.

“Hey, sit up.” He demanded. You did as you were told. “Strip for me.” And to both you and his surprise—that is exactly what you did.

With a gentle smile and a rising and falling chest to hold back a sigh, he says, "Fuck... Thats it, baby.“ Every time he finds himself with a fist around his cock, you play his name over and over again like a broken record, letting out each syllable in a syrupy sweet whiny manner. even going so far as to press his face against one of his pillowcases, which still had your shampoo residue.

Heeseung uses his weight on the pits of your knees to keep your ass angled up as he pulls himself out to just the tip. He throbs against your opening while his red-swollen cock tip adorns your abused hole. "You desire it."

‘mhh..L-. Heesseung...’

He grunts as he pushes back, taking his time to feel you suck around every inch of his thick size. "So cute," he coos. allowing you to feel every inch of him as he shapes your hole. He jumps inside you, pushing balls deep, and you let out a loud, moaning gasp. “I own you. I have you all to myself.“

In spite of how dry and scratchy it feels, thrusting picks up speed again, gripping groans out of your throat. Heeseung tries to force you to watch by pushing your body in half with her hands on your legs. spread wide enough for you to see exactly where your pussy tugs on his shaft. You pulsate and clench around him while milking him to cum.

“you want me to stuff this lovely pussy? hmm?” He presses his hips against your ass to emphasize. You can only nod your head stupidly while your cock dips in and out of you angrily.

"H-hee…Heeseung—Heeseung.”

You throw your head back and let out a final cry as the broken prayer of his name falls from your lips. His pussy squeezed so tightly that he had to pause for a moment to catch his breath. The fresh smell of body wash fills your head with everything Heeseung, and the sweat between your bodies is secreting quickly.

He says roughly, almost to the point of exhaustion, "that’s my good girl." As he gets closer, you are further confined to the bed and have no option but to accept it. "There you go fuck yourself on my cock pretty girl, forget about your stupid boyfriend—you have—fuck, you have me”

His thrusts become unpredictable, causing your hypersensitivity to go into overdrive and turn into a meandering mess. He is pushed over the edge by the sight of your pussy taking it despite the pain and you mouthing his name. Shooting hot white strings to the final drop, lips twitching, coming to a still point. shallowly fucking the final few spurts until you writhe and scream as you toss your head back and forth.

He keeps you held open by letting your legs drop. The gush of cum that will not leave you is captivating. Holding on to the base of his length, your tiny cunt is unable to handle it and tries to push it back in.

You nod off a few seconds later; perhaps this mafia is not so horrible after all.