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[dollesung]

SWEET VENOM .ᐟ

PAIRING. jake x fem reader. GENRE. nsfw. REQUESTED? no. WORD COUNT. 3.9k. SYNOPSIS. your inexperienced virgin of a best friend, jake, tries to ask you for sex advice. WARNINGS. sub!jake, dom!reader, mentions of sex, alcohol & drugs, a little dialogue heavy, inexperienced jake, reader is the same age as jake, handjob, corruption kink, kind of dubcon (but not really). minors do not interact.

NOTE. this is my first sub!enha work. english is not my first language. please bear with me. send requests thru my asks please.

Jake knew he wasn’t really that much of an experienced guy when it came to sex.

Although he was smart, maybe only academically, he really did pride himself on being more on the intelligent spectrum. Top of his class, graduated valedictorian, and was voted most likely to become the president someday, Jake was an absolute unit.

But when it came to sex? He was a clueless virgin.

He was already twenty-two, almost a college graduate, and yet here he was, with absolutely little to no knowledge of how to "do the deed," as one might say.

In his defense, sex was never really a priority.

He spent most of his teenage years studying, being a high school scholar, and all. In the off chance that he wasn't, Jake was usually doing extracurricular activities or helping his folks out at home. He did have a social life, but most of the people he hung out with were co-academics, people who focused more on being a good student, the kind your parents would love for you to hang out with.

MORE UNDER THE CUT.

Enter you, his best friend.

The two of you really personify the phrase "opposites attract" as you and Jake could be no more different from one another. The two of you were friends since childhood, as your families were next-door neighbors for years.

If Jake was academically inclined, let's just say you weren't.

You were a bit of a rebel. From a young age, you'd learned how to sneak out of your house to attend a party you weren't allowed to attend. You spent your entire high school life defying your parents and hanging out with the wrong people. Most of your friends were delinquents just like you, and you spent most days skipping classes and drinking alcohol you bought from convenience stores using a fake ID.

Of course, Jake was the only proper friend you had.

Despite attending two different universities in college, the two of you would always make an effort to catch up whenever you were both home, mostly during summer breaks or the holidays.

Like now, for example.

It was summer break for the two of you, one of your last ones, since both of you were graduating in a couple of months. You invited Jake over, with the promise of some cheap beer you smuggled from your dad’s stash in the kitchen, and a whole semester’s worth of stories to share.

“—so, we were in the sidewalk, and a fuckin’ police car comes around the corner,” you were in the middle of telling Jake the story of how you almost got arrested for the nth time. He’s sitting on your bed with a bottle in hand, quietly listening to you yap.

You’re sat on a chair by the bed, facing Jake. You’ve also got a bottle in your hand, but unlike Jake, this one isn’t your first beer of the night.

You continue your story. “I start running away, and Yujin and the others start running away, but Mark was still pissing at the side of the road so we had to fuckin’ drag the fucker while he was peeing, seriously I couldn’t stop laughing.”

Jake laughs at your story with you, taking sips of his beer as you talked. You remember the day you taught him how to drink. He was a month away from turning 18, and yet you managed to convince him to try alcohol for the first time. You were proud of yourself that day.

The conversation ends and a moment of silence passes. You place your now empty bottle on your desk table, before crossing your legs and facing Jake once more.

“Sooo,” you began, dragging the last syllable. “How about you? What’s new in your life?”

This was the routine for you two. You’d talk about your lives, what you guys did during the times you weren’t together. Most of the time, Jake's stories would be about how he aced his recent exams or how fun their university's events were. Sometimes he'd tell weird ones, like the story of how mold grew in their communal kitchen, or when a professor got food poisoning and nearly shat himself mid-lecture.

Meanwhile, you're almost always telling him stories of your adventures, about the times when you nearly got arrested or even hospitalized. Jake would lecture you often, of course, but he never attempted to genuinely stop you. In a way, you knew he lived vicariously through you.

"Nothing much," Jake shrugs. "Just the usual shit."

You scowl, "You're no fun." You grab a pillow from the bed and playfully attempt to hit him.

"Whaaat?" He laughs, avoiding your blow.

"You never tell me anything!" You complain.

As much as you knew how much of a nerd Jake was, a part of you knew he wasn't that boring. You remember one summer, a few years back when Jake told you the story of how he nearly got into a fight with a senior from his university.

"There's nothing to tell!" Jake defends himself. Then, a pause, before his face contorts. “Okay, maybe there is something…”

“I knew it!” You yelp, climbing from your chair to the mattress. “Tell me.”

Jake, scratches his nape, looking visibly awkward. The boy barely gets embarrassed, at least with you, but right now his face looks the lightest bit of rosy, which intrigues you more.

“Okay, fine,” Jake submits. It takes him another moment to respond. “There’s this girl…”

“Oh my god,” you exaggerate. “Finally!”

“The hell you mean, finally?!” Jake exasperatedly complains.

“You never talk about girls with me,” you huff. “I was starting to think you weren’t interested in women.”

“I am interested, I just don’t talk about it,” with a roll of his eyes, he places the beer bottle on your nightstand. “And it’s really nothing!”

“Just tell me,” you huff, crossing your arms.

“Okay, fine,” Jake clears his throat, licking his lips in preparation. “She’s from the cheering squad—“

“Ooh, a cheerleader, you bad boy!” You taunt, playfully hitting him on the knee.

“Are you gonna let me tell the story?” He raises his brow, tired of your teasing.

“Okay, sorry, sorry. Continue.”

“I’ve kinda liked her since junior year? I don’t usually see her ‘cause she’s from a different program but last semester she was in my politics class,” Jake continues after a pause, “We sat next to each other, and we started to just talk, and she’s really cool…”

“Did you guys fuck?” You asked brazenly.

“No! Not yet—“

“Yet?!” You gasp. “So you have a plan?”

“I don’t know!” Jake was absolutely flushed by now, his face red as he buries it in his hands in embarrassment.

You try not to laugh at how adorable he was. Your other friends were usually as, if not more, shameless as you. Talking about sex, alcohol and even drugs weren’t a rare occurrence. But with Jake, it’s like everything you talk about flustered him.

“Do you want to?” You ask him after a moment. “To fuck her. I mean.”

Jake takes his face out of his hands, but keeps his head hung low. He starts fiddling with the fabric of his trousers. He once again gives you a shrug. “Maybe, I-I don’t know…”

You tsk. “There’s nothing wrong if you want to! What if this girl wants to get into your pants, too?”

Jake’s entire face grows even redder, if that were even humanly possible. He grabs a pillow from your mattress and buries his face in it, grumbling about something you couldn’t understand.

You gently pry the pillow away from his face. “Seriously, Jake. What’s wrong in trying to get yourself laid?”

“I dunno,” he huffs. “I never thought I’d ever want to.”

“All guys want to get laid at one point, even you,” you argue.

“I don’t even know how,” Jake complains. “Like… how to approach her, how to kiss her or what, it’d be so embarrassing!”

“Well, what do you wanna know?” You ask him. “You can always ask me.”

Jake’s eyebrows furrow. “Wouldn’t that be…”

“Embarrassing?” You fill for him. “I’ve known you since we were in diapers. Is there anything left to be embarrassed about?

“I guess not,” Jake pauses for a bit, as if he’s giving it some thought. “Okay, fine.”

Evening flies by, you and Jake have been in the same position for over an hour. He spent the entire time asking you (what in your opinion are,) basic sex questions. He started of by asking how to approach a woman, before leading more raunchier questions, like how to make out with a girl, and what to do when receiving a blowjob.

“You need to hold her hair up in a ponytail, like this,” you exhibit by taking all of your hair in your hands. “You try it.”

“What, on you?” Jake asks.

“It’s just hair, Jake,” you roll your eyes. “Go on.”

Reluctantly, Jake reaches out to take over, holding all of your hair in one hand. He’s gentle, trying not to tug too much in fear of hurting you.

“Good job,” you offer as praise. “You need to keep that grip while she’s sucking you off. Makes it easier for her to get her hair out of the way.”

“Okay,” Jake supplies. He’s taking all of this pretty well, despite being a little conscious. You’re not all that surprised, seeing as this is Jake. You give this man any type of instructions and he’ll follow through with no issue.

He drops your hair as you pull away. Both of you are still sat on your bed, facing each other.

“Anything else you want to ask?” You pry.

“Um,” You can see Jake swallow, probably hyping himself up to ask you a specific question. “About the, um… the actual,, thing…”

“What about it?” You ask.

Jake takes a deep breath. “You’ve just been teaching me about like, other stuff, what about the actual sex part?”

Granted, you’ve just been teaching him about the basics, kissing, foreplay, blowjobs, but you never really thought you had to teach him about sex.

Jake really was that innocent.

You let out a puff of air. “I don’t know what to tell you, Jake. You just kinda.. y’know, put it in.”

Jake’s face scrunches in distaste. “Won’t it hurt?”

“For her, yeah maybe. ‘specially if you’re packing. Haven’t you like.. watched porn before?” You ask, genuinely curious.

Jake shakes his head. “No. I told you, I never thought I’d be interested in this.”

Poor Jake. You sigh, trying to think of something that can provide Jake any assistance. You can make him watch porn now, but knowing how inaccurate those are, it’d probably be more of a disaster to make Jake watch. A quick Google search could help, but written instructions for something so… complicated would probably also provide little to no help.

Just then, you get an idea.

“You know what,” you begin. “Why don’t I just show you?”

Jake blinks. “Huh.”

“Let me show you how to have sex. It’s easier that way, and you can pretend it’s just practice.” You say.

If there was a world record for how fast a person can turn red in a blink of an eye, Jake would have won it by now. It takes a moment for the cogs in his brain to load, and for the words to make it past his mouth. “I-I… are you serious?”

You nod. “Absolutely serious.”

Jake, absolutely gobsmacked by your suggestion, just stares at your face. “Won’t it be…”

“Embarrassing?” You repeat your earlier response with a smirk. “I told you already, there’s no need to be embarrassed with me.”

After a few seconds of thought, Jake nods his head.

Moments pass. You’ve taken the liberty to tidy up the bed a little before your… endevours with Jake begin. He’s now sat on your chair, nervously fiddling with his fingers.

You finish gathering all of the empty beer bottles in a corner by your door. You stack the pillows neatly by the headboard, before sitting in the middle of your king-sized bed, facing Jake.

His head is still hung low, but every once in a while he glances at you. When you’re finished tidying, he gives you an awkward look.

You pat the space in front of you. “Come sit.”

He follows, climbing on the bed and sitting adjacent to you. He’s still awkward, but you can tell from his face alone that he really wants to learn.

“You sure you want to do this?” You ask.

Jake nods, and you see him anxiously fiddling with his fingers again. “I do.”

“If you want to stop, you just tell me, okay?” You expressed. Jake nods again.

You scooch forward until both of your knees touch, before leaning in close to grab Jake by the neck, pulling him into a kiss. You can feel the heat from his skin through your fingers, and yet his lips feel soft against yours.

He’s gentle with it, but it takes a minute for him to relax and sink into the kiss. Soon enough you feel him slouch against you, his hands ever so lightly gripping your shoulders.

You knew you weren’t his first kiss, but he still lacks the experience to take the lead, so you run your tongue against his bottom lip, before slipping it in his open mouth.

He freezes, unsure of what to do, and before any of you can act, Jake accidentally bites down on your tongue.

“Ah, shit,” you hiss, pulling away in pain.

“S-Sorry—!” Jake tries to apologize.

“It’s fine,” you laugh. “But remember to be ready next time.”

Jake nods, and you lean towards him again. Jake expects another kiss but you go for his neck, lightly kissing the expanse of his skin.

“Always start slow,” you teach between kisses, “Don’t rush into it.”

Jake gives a small nod, letting you kiss your way back to his lips. This time, he’s much more relaxed, and he doesn’t bite when you slip your tongue in. He hums through the kiss, unconsciously leaning in for more.

When you pull away for air, you begin repositioning yourself on the bed. “You can sit in front of each other just like this, or…” you trail off, hopping off of the mattress and into Jake’s lap, “you can sit her on your lap.”

In this position, you’re looking down on Jake, and he’s looking right back up. His neck is craned, probably uncomfortably, but he’s looking at you with doe eyes, absorbing everything you’re doing and saying. His hands are on your waist, and you can feel the warmth of his body due to your proximity.

You find yourself clearing your throat, feeling your mouth dry a little. You try not to think too hard as you press your lips against Jake’s one more time.

This kiss is shorter this time, as you pull away to trail open-mouthed kisses from his jaw to his neck, your lips find their way below Jake’s ear, and you feel him shudder.

“You can give her a hickey, if she’s okay with that,” you whisper.

“H-How?” Jake mutters.

“Like this,” you hum before sucking the skin right below Jake’s ear, hard enough to leave a mark.

“A-Ah—!” Taken by surprise, Jake reacts. His hand finds its way to your hair, but he’s not quite sure if he should pull you off to make you stop, or push you further to let you continue.

You run your tongue at the spot, pressing a chaste kiss. Seeing the reddish mark, you smirk in pride.

You continue kissing his neck as your hands trail downwards, gripping the hem of his shirt. You pull away to tug it off of him, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Your hands continue down to his trousers, as you unbutton and zip them while you mark another lovebite by his clavicle.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Jake makes a move to hide himself in his hands, but not without you pulling them away. Instead, you push him forward, letting his back hit the mattress.

“Don’t cover yourself,” you mumble. “You’re gorgeous.”

Now even more embarrassed, Jake whines once he feels your hands running all over him, over his neck, his chest, his thighs. You toy with the edge of his boxers, aware of the bulge of his cock printing through the fabric.

Unable to help yourself, you take the palm of your hand and press it against his hard-on, humming in satisfaction as he jolts up.

“Oh—!” Jake yelps.

“Feels good?” You ask.

Jake nods fervently. You take the time to take off his boxers, watching his half hard cock spring from its confinement. You give yourself a minute to stare, watching as your best friend, flushed from head to toe, stares at you with such a debauched expression.

“I know I’m supposed to be teaching you,” you begin, wrapping a hand around his cock as you speak. “But I can’t stop myself.”

“S-Stop yourself?” He repeats. “F-From what?”

You never responded, instead you began moving your hand up and down Jake’s cock in high speed, watching as the boy begins shaking, eyes widening and mouth open in a silent cry.

“Wait— fuck!” Jake shouts, his hand reaching out for your wrist but not pulling or pushing you away. His thighs try to close themselves around you, but your other hand is quick to spread them open again. “Please, w-wait!”

You feel a little evil, but you can’t stop, not when Jake continues to make the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard. The pace of your strokes don’t slow, and you begin to twist your palm at the base of his cock, watching as precum accumulates on the tip.

“Ngh, fu-uhck—!” Jake moans, back arching from the bed. His hands are gripping the sheets below him, eyes shut as the pleasure shoots through his spine. “Oh, [name], puh, please—!”

You raise an eyebrow. “Please wait, Jake?”

You half expect him to tell you to stop or at least slow down, but he doesn’t respond. His legs give out and you can see his eyes roll to the back of his head. A hand on his thigh alerts you that he’s still shaking, his face contorting in pleasure.

So, instead of being merciful, you continue teasing him instead, “Feels good, Jakey?”

He nods his head so fast you’re afraid he might get neck pain. Your hand continues to stroke his cock at a brisk pace. His precum is leaking everywhere, allowing for extra lubrication as you continue.

“S-So good—!” Jake replies, “Please—“

You’re not even sure what Jake’s begging for, and you doubt Jake does either. You continue stroking for another minute, before your pace slows to a halt.

“N-No, please—“ Jake whines, “W-Why stop…?”

“You’re here to learn how to fuck, aren’t you?” You tease as you begin ridding yourself of your clothes.

Jake, both unsure of what to do with himself, but also at a trance, finds himself staring at your form. He can’t help but to stare at your breasts as you chuck your bra and the rest of your clothes to the floor.

“Like what you see?” You joke, positioning yourself back on his lap. Jake nods, breathlessly staring up at you.

You take some time to lean by your nightstand, blindly rummaging through your drawer for a condom. Once you finally found one, you tear the packet and grab the piece of latex, sliding the rubber down Jake’s cock.

“Usually, I don’t let guys fuck me without fingering me first,” you say as you position yourself. “But let’s say you’re an exception.”

You begin to sink down on Jake’s cock, eyeing the man’s face as it once again contorts in pleasure. You hiss a little at the intrusion, given that you weren’t stretched, but you were so unbelivably wet that Jake’s cock slipped in the rest of the way with no problem.

The two of you gasp once you sat with your ass flush against Jake’s thighs, feeling him fill you up in all the right places. Though he wasn’t the biggest you’ve had, his girth still had your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Fuck,” you curse.

Jake couldn’t agree more. His hands shakily grip the sides of your hips as he tries to stabilize himself. The feeling of your pussy gripping down his cock was probably one of the most intense feelings he’s ever had.

You take Jake’s face in your hands and press your lips together in a messy kiss. Jake tried to reciprocate as best as he could, but feeling your cunt clench down on his cock had him feeling dizzy.

After a while, you pull away, “‘m gonna start moving.”

You don’t wait for a reply before you began moving your hips, grinding against Jake’s lap, throwing your head back at the feeling of Jake’s cock.

“O-Oh my god,” Jake has his eyes shut, his back against the headboard as he gripped your hips for dear life. “[name]—“

“Yeah?” You hummed, starting to pick up the pace as you bounced on his cock. “‘s good, hm?”

Jake nods, “S-So fuckin’ good.”

You continued to bounce on his lap, your hands gripping his shoulders as you do so. The feeling of Jake’s cock pushing in and out of you was so goddamn addicting, you’ve never had anything like it.

The coil in your gut was tightening with every thrust, like it would burst at any moment. You took a moment to look at Jake, who was now staring at your every move, mouth open as he kept making those delicious noises.

“F-Feels so good, oh god,” Jake groans.

“Yeah, Jakey?” You can’t help but moan, “You’re so fucking cute—“

Jake tries to shake his head, but he can no longer respond. There’s a tightening in his abdomen that keeps growing by the minute, his entire body is shaking, and his moans are growing louder at every thrust.

“You gonna cum?” You ask, bracing your hands behind you as you quicken your pace. “Gonna cum in me, Jakey? Gonna cum in my pussy?”

Jake cries out at the thought, hands returning to your hips. “Fuck, please, c-can I?”

You smirk, feeling yourself growing closer. “Please what?”

“C-Cum, please,” Jake gasps, trying his hardest not to burst without permission. “C-Can I— fuuuuck, cum i-in you, p-please?”

You hum, wrapping your hands around Jake’s neck and pulling him close, “Cum, Jakey.”

Jake’s moans grow loud as he bursts, cumming into the condom inside of you. It takes only three more thrusts before you’re cumming alongside him, your entire body shaking as you hold on to the boy.

A minute passes, then two. You’re both panting, trying to catch your breath. You gently move off of Jake’s lap, his cock slipping out of your cunt as you do so. You slip off the used condom, tying it before chucking it into the trash beside your bed.

Jake is already lying down, face up against the ceiling. You collapse beside him, still trying to catch your breath from your orgasm.

“That was…” Jake tries to say, but you just shake your head.

“Save your post-sex comments for your cheerleader girlfriend,” you tease, trying to ease the tension.

Jake turns to the side to face you. “I don’t think I wanna talk to her anymore.”

You eye him from the side, with an eyebrow raised. “You sure ‘bout that?”

Jake merely grabs you by the waist, pulling you close before burying his face in your neck. “‘m sure.” He mumbles.

You’re not too opposed to it, either.

NOTE. ngl this one kinda sucks but i decided to post it anyway. please do send in requests! thanks.

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[ ⟡​ ] — PULL OVER,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Sim Jaeyun x Reader

✦ [warnings – head (receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, cumming inside, swearing]

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Being Jake's passenger princess was the best job ever. One of his hands resting on your thigh while the other controls the vehicle, and all you had to was your sit there and look pretty, occasionally telling him which way to go. Your eyes mostly landed on him throughout these drives, much more interested in his gorgeous side profile than the road ahead. His beautifully sculpted hands gliding across the wheel, taking good care of you, keeping you safe. Snapping you out of your thoughts, you noticed his hand almost stuttering, becoming as stiff as a board. Jake felt the urgent need to get closer to you, to take you right this second, but the road ahead prevented him from doing so. Hearing his breathing get heavier, you pretended not to notice. However, you were slightly concerned when Jake took a wrong turn, did he do that on purpose?. You were meant to head onto the freeway, instead you're headed out to a more secluded, rural area. Was he really that lost in thought? You actually couldn't tell if he just made a honest mistake, or if he was thinking with his dick. You'd soon find out, it was the latter.

'Jake?' you said quietly.

Before you knew it, both of you were cramped in the back seat, Jake's face buried in your cunt. 'mm-mmh!' You squirmed, your hands tugging at his hair to steady yourself. Jake ended up going halfway up a curb and not even turning the car off, so desperate to feel you. He rushed to climb into the back seat, and you followed, how could you say no to this pleading boy? He looked like a lost puppy, so needy for you all the time. Practically drooling at the sight of you, he ripped your tights at the crotch, along with your underwear. You'd gotten used to Jake's animalistic traits when he got like this, the first couple times he ripped your clothes you were worried they were gone for good, but he'd always buy you new pairs of whatever he destroyed.

'mm-m fuck!' You cried louder than ever, as you were finally in a place where no one could hear you. Jake's tongue felt so fucking good when he sucked your clit, he somehow never needed his fingers to bring you to the edge, his tongue knew everything you needed. He pulled away right before you reached your high, of course he can't have you cumming already. Moving upwards to connect his lips to yours, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He removed his jacket and shirt, only disconnecting your lips to pull it over his head. His hands new exactly where to go, gliding down your body and haulting at your hips. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans, reaching down to stroke him through the fabric. His desperation was contagious, making you all hot and needy for him aswell, rubbing your already stimulated clit on his clothed bulge. Not long after, Jake was frantically unbuckling his belt, pulling down his jeans and boxers just enough to free his aching member. Fuck he looked so good like this, all drunk and desperate for you, his hair messy yet still framing his face perfectly, and the cute little whines he let out when you so much as grazed him. 'm sorry baby, I just needed you- right now' he panted though your lips.

'Awh, pretty boy couldn't wait till we got home? So desperate' you teased.

'fuckkk- don't call me that' your voice hypnotised him, intoxicating him with every octave.

His cock glided up and down your folds, threatening to split you open at any second. He stroked himself a few times before gently slapping his length on your clit, only making more of your slick leak down to the car seat below. Your already very stimulated bud now had a pretty coat of Jake's pre all over it, glistening in his eyes.

Jake didn't even glance back down before he slowly pushed himself deep into your folds. Loving the sight of your pupils dilating as you felt his tip kiss your cervix.

'fuckkkk' you whined as he bottomed you out instantly, his usually strong eye contact immediately faltered. His eyes rolling back and his posture falling forward. Adding the sensation of his hot breath on your neck followed by his whiny little moans right at your ear, you were experiencing nothing short of pure ecstasy.

He looked up from the gorgeous sight to be met with one even more so, your eyes. He adored making eye contact while he buried himself in you, practically imprinting his shape into your walls. It didn't matter how rough or how gentle he'd be going, his eyes would always find their way back to yours.

It's like he was programmed to pleasure you, the way the smallest touches made your body feel like it was on fire. The way his cock filled you so well, the way his tip kissed your cervix so delicately until you'd come undone for him over and over and over again. As much as you weren't in the mood like he was, you thanked his weak will for taking you like this in the middle of nowhere, you could never let out moans like this in your shared apartment. Your mixed noises only made it more erotic, sounding so incredibly pornographic you barely recognised your own voice.

'Fuckk baby 'm– 'm gonna cum already ah!'

His rough strokes always hit so fucking deep, even just thinking about it would have you hot and bothered any day. You felt a twitch inside you before thick ropes of his hot, white seed painted your walls so delicately. You tensed, sucking him in even more if that was possible. The warm, filling sensation tipped you over the edge, just like it always did. Jaeyun's words became almost ineligible, his pussy drunk mind all foggy from his release. His words were pure sin, all of it so shameless, and you fucking adored it.

'ffuck baby so fucking good for me, ah! mm fuck you feel so good. Feel me? Feel my cum so fucking deep- a-ah!'

His lips laced your neck, threatening to mark you as he made his way back to sitting upright. Catching his breath, it was truly your favourite part. His hair messy and damp, face highlighted by the dim light glistening off his sweat, abs tensed as he still remained inside you. You felt so full, and warm, wishing you could stay like this forever.

This was however, Jake's least favourite part. He hated seeing his cum leak out of you, inevitably it was impossible to keep it all in, but god dammit Jaeyun will try. Pulling out at a stupidly slow pace, quickly replacing his cock with his fingers at the first sight of the white syrup. 'Let's try n leave it for a bit, right baby?'

Fuck, he was so cute. As much as you both knew it wasn't possible, and it was no where near the right time, you knew he dreamt about you having his children. Didn't matter the circumstance, he'd subtly fill his fantasy in someway everytime you had sex, and it was adorable. 'Ok baby' you smiled.

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Do I like this? No it's shit,, has it been in my drafts for about 5 months? Yeah,, I just want it gone so take it lmao ( ´-ω-) I'll write smt better for Jake soon cuz my god I love this man sm ok bye.

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Pairing: P. Sh. x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings/Tags: SoftDom!Hoon, Hoon and reader have a child, Lots of fluff, smut, fluffy smut, anniversary, cuddles, lingerie, aftercare, oral (f. recieving), protected sex, p in v, lots of kissing, neck kissing, true love, just soft, porn with feelings and plot. lmk if I missed anything! ^^

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: AYY This is my first smut so forgive me if it sucks! :,D Hope y'all enjoy this anyway! Please feel free to give me advice and feedback in the comments so I can improve, I highly appreciate that! Requests are also highly appreciated! :3 Have fun reading this and remember to eat, drink a lot of water and stay healthy! <3

P.S, If you don't like this, don't read!

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 “Mom, is that really how you and dad met?” 

You simply nodded, humming softly, while gently tucking him into bed. Sunghoon stood behind you, a fond smile on his face as he watched you take care of your child. You gave the kid a soft peck on his forehead and stood up, turning the lights off before leaving along with Sunghoon, closing the door behind you.

As soon as you closed the door, you felt two strong hands wrap gently around your waist, a nose nuzzle into your neck and his breath fanning over your soft, sensitive skin. Your hands slowly come to rest on top of Sunghoon’s on your stomach, your fingers entwining in the cutest way possible.

“It’s our anniversary tomorrow” He whispered against your neck and you could feel a smile forming on his lips, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he buried his face in the warm spot between your neck and your shoulder.

“I know, love” You answered, your thumb tracing gentle patterns on the back of his hand as he held you close, his palm on your tummy. “Let’s head to sleep?” You asked softly while you yawned, exhausted from the long day of work.

You got a day off tomorrow since it’ll be yours and Sunghoon’s 5th anniversary. It had been 5 years since you two got together under those beautiful fireworks, the 10th december. You had gotten pregnant after about a year and gave birth to a beautiful boy that was now a 4-year-old. He often asked you about how you and Hoon met, and you always told him the whole story in vivid detail.

You knew tomorrow would be a special day: Not only did you get a day off, but one of the other members of your group promised to bring your son to her parents’ house for the day so he could play with her little brother after Kindergarten. 

You and Sunghoon did your night routine silently, just enjoying each other’s presence. It always felt like it was the first time you slept together in the same bed at that sleepover at his dorm, butterflies in your stomach and your heart racing. 

You two went to bed, his arms instantly wrapping around your waist, his body spooning you, keeping you warm and safe, just like that first night.

Since you two got together and moved in together, sleeping in the same bed every night, you stopped having problems with your insomnia. You stopped taking your melatonin pills and still slept amazingly in his embrace. 

It was like he made your whole life better, like he was your medicine.

You two quickly fell asleep cuddled up against each other, his face buried in your hair and his chest pressed firmly, yet in a comforting way, against your back. 

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Your Given-Taken alarm woke you up at 7, signaling you that you had to help your lovely child to get ready for kindergarten and then get ready yourself before bringing him there. 

You rubbed the sleep off your eyes and looked at Sunghoon. His pale skin looked like honey with the soft sun rays passing through the curtains on the window of your room, casting a soft glow over him, highlighting his features in a perfect, unreal way. 

You admired him for a couple moments before getting up lazily, making sure not to wake him up. You made your way to the bathroom and got dressed before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast. As soon as you were done, you went to wake your son up. 

“Hey sweetie, wake up” You whispered, pampering him with kisses all over his sleeping face until he woke up with a soft whine. You picked him up and made your way to the bathroom with him. You dressed him up and then went with him to have breakfast. All of this while Sunghoon was peacefully sleeping.

After breakfast, you took your son’s bunny-shaped backpack and took his tiny hand in yours, walking with him outside and to the kindergarten. He jumped happily as you held his hand, his smile the same as Sunghoon’s, white teeth with pretty, vampire-like fangs. He also had the same moles as Sunghoon, reminding you about your beloved boyfriend every time you looked at him.

As you reached the kindergarten, you gave him his small bag and pecked his forehead gently. “I’ll see you tonight then, okay Sweetheart?”

“Yes mommy!” He said, giggling as he waved at you and rushed to play with his friends as the teachers kept an eye on them. You made your way to a nearby cafe where you thought of buying some pastries to bring to Sunghoon. 

As you arrived there, you chose two pretty cupcakes with strawberry icing and heart-shaped, red sprinkles. You asked the baker to add two cherries on top before paying and making your way to a nearby jewelry store to pick up the gift you ordered for Sunghoon: a necklace with a heart-shaped pendant, on it there was written “Mon coeur t'appartient”, which meant “My heart is yours” in french.

You walked home with the two boxes, sneaking in and hiding them right away before looking for Sunghoon.

He was nowhere to be found…

When you started to get worried, though, you heard someone call you from the kitchen, and luckily it was Sunghoon.

You quickly rushed there just to find him cooking for you. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, clearly confused. He just turned around to face you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest, burying his face in your neck with a smile.

“Happy anniversary, princess” He spoke against your neck, and you could feel him smiling even without being able to look at him directly. You smiled too, your chest swelling with love and warmth, your heart filled to the brim.

“Happy anniversary” You repeated with a smile, your arms wrapping around him too, his scent enveloping you along with his warmth. You glanced behind him at the stove and patted his back while chuckling, “Love, those veggies are going to burn” 

He quickly turned around and checked on them with a laugh before speaking softly, “Go check what I left between your makeup products”

You looked at him with a confused face but went to check anyway. You made your way to the bathroom and checked your makeup bag, taking everything out of it just to find a piece of paper at the bottom. It was neatly folded and it was of a soft, baby pink color.  You unfolded it, and inside there was written “Go check where you keep your jewels    -Sunghoon”.

You made your way to the kitchen with the note in your hand, a soft smile on your face as you showed it to him. “Hoonie, what is this?” You asked with a chuckle. 

“Go find out” He simply shrugged with a small giggle, and you made your way to your room jumping like a kid when you bring them to a luna park. 

When you reached your room, you opened the small drawer beneath your desk where you kept your jewelry box. You opened it and there you found another baby pink-coloured note saying: “Come check in my pockets     -Sunghoon”.

You laughed and rushed back to the kitchen, the notes shoved in your own pockets. Now you understand why your son liked treasure hunts so much, they were really fun. 

As soon as you reached the kitchen, you rushed to Sunghoon and shoved your hands in the pockets of his jeans while laughing as he squirmed, getting ticklish.

“Y/N IT TICKLES!” He laughed, squirming all over. The sound of his laughter being one of the sweetest noises you’ve ever heard. You finally found the note and pulled your hands away from him.

You looked at him with a satisfied face before opening the note, all this while he looked at you with pure love, adoration and affection in his eyes. “Look under the bed      -Sunghoon” was written in the note.

You rush back to your bedroom and look under the bed, there was another note along with a small key. You opened the piece of paper delicately, inside, there was written “Look in the locket drawer in the kitchen    -Sunghoon”.

You jumped all the way back to the kitchen, where he was putting the food he made in two plates. He made noodles with veggies (Yum), one of your favorite foods. As soon as you entered the kitchen once again, he looked at you with loving eyes, a smile on his face as he saw your happiness, his dimples showing along with his vampire-teeth, the teeth and dimples you grew to love more and more every day. 

You took the small key and unlocked the lock that kept the drawer closed before opening it, curious about what you’ll find there. Inside the drawer, there was a bag along with a note. The bag was closed and on top of the note there was a pretty, white rose, your favorite flower. You took the note and glanced up at Hoon, who was already looking at you, with a smile before opening it.

“Already 5 years together, huh? Remember that 10th December in which we kissed under the fireworks? I didn’t know that day things would change this much, but they surely changed in an amazing way. Before that day, I couldn’t stop talking about you to Sunoo and Jungwon, they kept telling me that I would’ve eventually found someone LIKE you, but I wanted YOU. Your flaws, your mistakes, your insecurities and your perfections, because in my eyes, you ARE perfect. You have a place in my heart no one else could have, and when we met, I didn’t think you would become this important to me. I fell in love with you because of the million things you didn’t know you were doing. I chose you, and I always will choose you, over and over again. Without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you. You make me happy in a way no one else can. For me, Home is in your arms. 

(Fuck butterflies, when I’m with you I feel the whole zoo)       -Sunghoon”

Tears quickly formed in your eyes as your hands covered your mouth in pure, utter joy. 

You jump up and throw your arms around his neck, wanting to feel him close, his touch, his warmth, his everything. You just wanted to be close to Sunghoon.

Like you wished you were when you saw him in all those clips on YouTube.

Sunghoon’s arms instinctively wrapped around you, his hands gently caressing your back as your tears soaked his shirt, your hands gripping the fabric behind his back as if he was going to disappear if you let go.

“What did I even do to be with someone like you?” You asked between tears. Sunghoon was truly special to you, he was your life and your future, you everything. And you felt it in your soul, in your heart, you meant it. You loved him, and you knew you were truly happy. 

“I don’t know, I just saw you and fell in love. I don’t know how, when or why, I just did” He whispered softly, his hands still rubbing soothing circles into your back, the small touch electrifying and calming at the same time.

It has been YEARS since you two had sex. It felt like an eternity. The last time you did was when you got pregnant, so about 4 years ago, and saying you were touch-deprived would be an understatement. Even his smallest touches turned you on, making you SO needy SO easily. But you could never do anything about it as you two had a kid. How were you supposed to have sex with him with your child around?

You felt a small shiver run down your spine at the thought that this one might be the right night to finally get that love-making session with Hoon that you’ve been craving for so freaking long.

“Are you cold, baby?” He asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts and back grounded to reality. You gently shook your head before you heard him giggle softly, knowing he was smirking at you. But why was he smirking?

“Open your gift” He whispered directly in your ear, his hot, minty breath hitting the side of your neck deliciously as goosebumps raised on your skin. You took the bag and opened it. Inside, you found something you never expected from Sunghoon. The past anniversaries he gave you cute and cuddly things such as teddy bears, plushies or matching pajamas. But this, you didn’t expect this.

A set of white, angel-like lingerie.

You looked up at him with red cheeks, holding up the soft pieces of fabric.

He just looked at you with a smirk, his eyes dark yet filled with love and adoration. “Go try them on” He said, his voice seductive, making your heart race. You made your way to the bathroom, your heart beating so fast you were scared it was going to explode. 

You slowly took off your clothes, replacing them with the pretty lingerie.

It consisted of a pair of lace-up, white panties decorated with lace, two small bows that kept everything up on your hips, keeping the strings attached, and a matching lace-up, white bra, this one also decorated with lace and bows. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror just to see how your ass was basically completely exposed, but your breasts and front were covered just as much as needed to make any man struggle to not just rip them off of you.

You could’ve just taken them off and gotten back dressed, Sunghoon never asked you to show him how you looked in that sexy lingerie set. But you didn’t. You wanted to tease him, to make him go crazy.

So you made your way back to the kitchen like that.

He was leaning against the counter, checking his phone, not really paying attention to the surroundings. 

But when you called his name and he looked up,

His attention was solely on you.

“How do I look?” You asked with a small smile, the most annoyingly cute and innocent expression on your face as his own jaw hung slightly open, his eyes wide and dark, filled with love and desire.

“Fuck you look stunning” He said, somehow sounding breathless. He took long strides and reached you in a millisecond, his arms wrapping around your waist as he whispered in your ear “My beautiful angel, so pretty for me”

Your cheeks heated up, butterflies in your stomach as you felt yourself dripping already, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. 

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart” He whispered again, his hands now resting on your hips, his thumbs drawing small circles on them, causing your walls to clench around nothing.

“You” You replied shakily, feeling his fingers slowly slide underneath the strings of your panties on your hips, your breath getting stuck in your throat.

He picked you up in bridal style, walking to your shared bedroom hurriedly and gently laying you down on the bed, hovering over you as soon as your body hit the soft, warm sheets.

His lips trailed from the side of your mouth to your cheek, then your jawline and down your neck, leaving a hot, flaming trail in their wake. Your breathing was heavy, your cheeks flushed a soft shade of red and goosebumps raised over your skin at the feeling of his hot breath against your now sensitive neck.

You could feel your clit pulsing already, your hands twitching with the want (Or more like NEED) to touch him, to feel his soft skin under your fingertips.

Your cheeks were flushed red as he kissed you deeply and hungrily, your tongues fighting for dominance as his hands worked on the bows keeping your panties together. He opened them and slid your panties down your legs, a shiver running down your spine as the cold air hit your core, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

“Even prettier than I remembered” He whispered in your ear, your hands now trailing down from his shoulders to his chest. Your heart was beating loudly, your hands trembling a bit, just like the first time you two were intimate with each other.

You slowly pushed him off of you and into the bed, straddling his lap with a sudden surge of confidence, his hands moving to grip your hips tightly. “It’s not fair that I’m the only one half naked here” You whispered, pouting a bit too cutely given the situation.

“Maybe if you remove your bra like a good girl I’ll take my clothes off too” He smirked in your ear, his breath teasing your skin so sweetly it was overwhelming.

Your hands quickly moved to pull at the strings keeping your bra up, throwing it somewhere in the room as soon as it came off.

“Good girl” He whispered before lifting you up effortlessly, placing you down on the bed, and taking off his own clothes.

Your jaw hung open, your mouth watering at the sight, as he pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. His skin was smooth, so smooth that you had to use all your willpower not to get up and lick all the way down his chest. You knew he was hot, but you didn’t remember him being THIS hot. 

You almost drooled when he let his jeans fall down to the floor, remaining only in his black boxers, his arousal clear through the thin layer of fabric.

“Like what you see?” He asked, his voice deep yet soft as he slowly laid back down, hovering over you once again. His lips attached to your neck right away, gently nibbling and sucking on the sensitive, milky skin there. Small, pleasured sighs escape your lips as his hands trailed over your body, slowly kneading the flesh of your thighs.

Your whole body quivered as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, playing with the other one with one of his hands. You exhaled in pleasure and he sighed against your skin, you could feel his own arousal pressing against your legs, it felt so hard you wondered if it hurt for him to stay like that.

Your own core was aching more and more with the need to be touched, you were dripping wet, your walls clenching around nothing as your clit pulsed with need.

His mouth slid down your body sensually, moving from your chest to your stomach and down to your hip bones. His hands caressed your quivering waist, rubbing up and down soothingly…

…Until his hands slid down to the backside of your thighs, easily spreading them and pushing your knees up to your chest, his breath hovered over your soaking pussy as he looked up at you with the most innocent look in his eyes, a small, satisfied smile on his lips and his pupils blown, dilated. 

“Please” you murmured breathlessly, throwing your head back against the pillows as soon as Sunghoon licked a long stripe between your thighs. Your lips parted in pure ecstasy at the feeling of his soft, wet tongue against you, his plump lips working magic on you.

“Fuck you taste so good” He murmured against your skin his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as your hips bucked up involuntarily, seeking more of his sweet mouth on you. 

He held your hips down as he got back to work, alternating nibbling and sucking on your clit with subtle slips of his tongue inside of you, teasing your plushy walls delicately.

Your moans got louder and your breathing heavier as the coil in your stomach tightened more and more, he could feel you pulsating against his mouth, his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your hips as he slurped you up like you were his last meal on this hearth.

It felt like time had slowed down, shockwaves of pleasure running through your body as you came, creaming on Sunghoon’s tongue as he lapped up everything you gave him like it was the purest essence on this hearth.

It took you some minutes to get down from your mind blowing orgasm, your breathing still heavy and your heart still beating hard and fast.

Sunghoon slowly came up from between your legs, licking up the remnants of your pleasure from his lips, his chin and cheeks still glistening with your arousal.

He felt himself twitch at the sight of your fucked out face, legs still shaking lightly due to the aftershocks of your climax.

“Fuck you’re making me insane” He whispered as he lowered himself on you, skin against skin, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he inhaled, taking in your scent like it was the only thing keeping him alive in that moment.

You could feel his hardness against your leg, and damn it was hard rock. You could feel a bit of stickiness caused by his precum soaking his boxers and that was enough to send heat back rushing through your veins.

“Doesn’t it hurt, love?” You asked him with the sweetest, most innocent voice ever and he couldn’t help but grind against your leg, a shaky breath going past his lips and hitting the heated skin of your neck.

He simply nodded, choking back a small whine of desperation as his hips grinded against your leg again.

You slowly caressed his shoulders as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, leaving small, messy kisses there.

“Can I make love to you, please?” He asked, his voice whinier than he intended it to be.

He was about to speak again but you shut him up by kissing him, nodding lightly into the kiss and melting in his arms when you felt him smile in it.

“I’ll make you feel so good I promise…” He whispered, his hands slowly moving back to your thighs and spreading them open again before leaning over you to grab a condom from your bedside table.

“I don’t think you want another mini version of me running around the house, do you?” He asked with a chuckle as he took off his boxers and slipped the condom on his length. Just as you were about to answer he made you silent by passionately kissing your lips, his tongue sliding over the seam of your mouth gently, seeking entrance.

As you finally pull apart from that kiss, he slowly lines his member with your entrance, gently teasing your folds with his tip. He looks up at you for permission, and when you nod, you feel your heart stopping at the fond smile forming on his face.

He slowly pushed inside you, biting back a moan at how tight, hot and wet you were.

You gripped his shoulders to ground yourself, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the pleasure of being filled by him again after so long.

He thrusted inside you while whispering sweet words and praises in your ear, the pleasure building up quickly for both of you, his gentle thrusts to let you adjust soon turning into harder ones meant to pleasure you both.

He caressed your thighs and hips as you started shaking slightly from the pleasure, your lips parted and eyes hooded.

“You look so pretty, you always do” He whispered breathlessly in your ear, peppering soft kisses all over your jawline and neck before moving to your cheek and forehead.

“I love you so much” He added, his voice turning shakier with pleasure as he started to feel you clenching hard around him, signaling your second climax getting closer, “I’m the luckiest man alive to have you, my angel” he murmured, moaning softly in your ear, one of the most heavenly sounds you’ve ever heard.

“I love you” You muttered, out of breath, as your orgasm approached.

You came before you could warn him, moaning his name over and over again like a mantra, your nails digging into the skin of his back and shoulders and your juices coating his member.

“Fuck- Cumming-” He choked out, filling the condom with his hot, sticky seed, riding out both of your orgasms and whispering more praises to you.

“You did so well, love” He muttered, slowly pulling out of you, making sure not to hurt you as he did so. He rolled the condom off of himself before throwing it into a nearby trash can.

You laid there, out of breath, your body quivering with the aftershocks of your second orgasm, your body spent.

He left for some minutes while you caught your breath, the sticky feeling caused by your juices between your legs becoming uncomfortable.

He came back, his arms gently wrapping around your waist and legs. “I prepared the bathtub, it's filled with warm water and a lot of bubbles, just how you like it” He said, his voice soft and his touch gentle, warming your heart and making you forget about the uncomfortableness of your body.

He brought you to the bathroom in bridal style, sitting in the tub with you, your back pressed to his chest.

His hands gently caressed your stomach, his face buried in the crook of your neck from behind as he kept you close.

“You know,” You start, your voice soft, filled with love and fondness, “I wouldn’t mind having another mini version of you running around the house”.

[soobnny]

classmate au | lee heeseung

❝ hey, i’ll go ahead. i have to walk (name) home. ❞

HEESEUNG | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | jungwon | ni-ki

look…. i know this says classmate au

BUT but but but hear me out

he’s your senior

maybe a year or two years older

AND he’s your neighbor, next door neighbor lee heeseung

do you see where i’m going with this

he walks you home to school every morning and every after class

your parents r also pretty close so you’re always hanging by each other’s house

THO he’s more of like an unattainable senior so handsome 😞😞 yall dont talk much when you’re having that little family get together

he tries talking to u tho … but you run away pretty fast

it’s always that awkward sitting beside each other while your parents talk to each other

…. awkward eye contact

SO YEAH he walks you to school every morning and after class by your mom’s request

heeseung always walks by the side of the road like the gentleman he is

will pull you by the waist when you attempt to even walk on that side so he can switch you two

and always waits for you outside your class or by the student council office to walk you home

sometimes 💔💔💔💔 during basketball practice … he does that thing where he goes home ahead so he can walk u home

the moment you walk into the basketball gym, wide eyes searching for heeseung ?!

he’s already dismissing himself .. saying goodbye to his friends and the couch and slinging your bag on his shoulder

you think he only views you as a little sister this SUCKS !!!!!

ah you are so wrong.

oh also lee heeseung student athlete and face of the school, just thought i’d mention

sometimes, he even appears in your classes to assist the teacher like what CAN’T he do

the teacher encounters some tech difficulties with the powerpoint???

“hey (name), can you call heeseung?”

you quietly slip out of the classroom and hurry to his

(he gave you his class schedule in case you ever needed anything… so you know where to find him…)

“excuse me, mr. hwang is looking for heeseung?” you’d tell the teacher

and their whole class would burst into SCREAMS and teasing as heeseung is pushed towards the door

“hey, you okay? how was your day?” he’d always catch up with you in that small time

dear god please have mercy.

he’d have a hand on the small of your waist to guide you along the hallways too

AND TUTORING

Lee Heeseung who is naturally good at everything is also smart

he tutors you at his house after class when you’re having a hard time

as a reward, sometimes, you guys would play video games

you ended up falling asleep at his house once and heeseung had to tell his mom to call yours so she wouldn’t worry

you wake up to blankets draped all over you and heeseung sleeping on the floor i’m so sad

karaoke is always fun in these family outings bc your family always makes you sing duets

atp you guys have every disney and broadway duets DOWN and memorized

though it does make you blush and all giggly when he makes intense eye contact while seeing to you

“now she’s here, shining in the starlight. now she’s here, suddenly i know. if she’s here, it’s crystal clear, i’m where i’m meant to go.”

he is a fantastic singer and he makes you forget to sing your parts sometimes

ALWAYS ENDS A SONG IN A HUG while your parents violently clap in the background

during the sports festival, the teachers ltrly let him join all the sports and he just accepts 😭😭

if he’s not playing, he’s facilitating

“do you have an event for this year’s sports festival?” he’d ask one night as he’s walking you home

“oh no. i’m just joining the cheer contest with sunoo on the first day.”

“do you think you could cheer for me?”

HE’S ASKING YOU TO CHEER FOR HIM

of course you say yes

and his eyes are on you in every sport he plays

basketball… volleyball… badminton… you name them all!

he’d look to you before serving the ball and point at you when he shoots a ball in bkb

heeseung would win every game for you

because the thrill in your smile is too wide to disappoint

and also because he has a big fat crush on you

goes to hug you after every game

“my good luck charm” as he liked to call you

BYEEEEEE bye leave me alone please

you’re HIS good luck charm

you pretend to be annoyed because he’s sweating so he teases you by hugging you even more

he lets you hold his spare shirt AND lets you wear his spare jersey ……

by the end of the week, he wins a shit ton of medals and a trophy for being the MVP

lets you wear some of his medals 😭😭 honestly maybe even all of them

would come to you after the awarding and take off his medals to put it around your neck too

OBLIGATORY SPORTS FESTIVAL PICTURE WITH YOUR CRUSH

you guys hold the trophy together … he has an arm around you … like he ltrly has the poses thought out already

asks you to be his girlfriend on the walk back home

handcrafted you a medal already in case you’ll say yes

engraved on it is “best girlfriend”

damn you’ve only been together like a few hours and he already awarded you best girlfriend

honestly congratulations

you bagged face of the school and student athlete senior lee heeseung

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! i just thought it looked rly cute and coherent. let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[panjakes]

Jake with Black!Reader who loves Pink!

Ever since Jake met you he knew you loved anything girly and anything pink. Hell the day he met you, you were wearing pink

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The first time he came too your house to hang out he was honestly shocked at how overly pink your room was.

🩷

The room had white colored walls but everything else was different shades of pink. From poster, your curtains, your desk, your bed frame and bedding. You were really a pink girlie.

🩷

If Jake didn’t know anything about you…he knew you loved the color pink.

🩷

He always bought you things and made sure they were in some shade or form of pink.

“Hey do you have this shirt in pink? I don’t think my girlfriend will wear it if it isn’t pink.”

He even had this amazing idea to take you too a park and have a pink picnic with you. He had managed to get only pink snacks for the two of you to enjoy. He brought paint and other things for you two to do

“Babe! Look, I got you these heart shaped cakes with pink frosting!”

You getting excited over anything being pink just brought a smile to his face.

“Babe! Look at this wall clock! It’s so cute!” You say pointing too the pastel pink clock with tiny pink hearts on the inside.

Jake just smiles and indulges in your love for pink. If it’s pink and you want it, he’ll get it. No questions asked.

🩷

Being with you for so long and see you around so much pink makes him love the color himself. He loves when you dress in different shades of pink. The color made your darkskin pop and you looked absolutely beautiful, he loves it.

🩷

When he’s out with the guys and he sees something pink he’ll get it for you. Rather it be a headband, a pair of socks or something for your room. He. Gets. It.

🩷

Of course the guys all tease him about it but he couldn’t care less. His girlfriend loved pink and he loved his girlfriend.

“Look, he’s buying something else for Yn.” “Of course he is, it’s pink and she’s obsessed with color pink.” “Hey! I can hear you!”

Overall…pink is your favorite color and Jake is your enabler when it comes to the pretty color pink.

[honeytbz]

dress to impress with my baddies

asking enhypen to play dress to impress on roblox!

author’s note: i apologize if my interpretation does not fit yours, purely fictional. glad ya’ll enjoyed my first ever fanfic “surprise visit”

heeseung’s contact name inspo: told him to sing, so heeseung | there’s also a sohee one, told him to sing, sohee sung :3

niki’s contact name inspo: yk i got the rizz, the rizzness

[r-eatyourfriends-n]

SMOKED | l.hs 이희승 | Collide pt. 2

bestfriend!heesung x bestfriend!reader

READ PT 1 HERE.

warnings: smut (mdni), pwp (plot's there if you look hard enough), unprotected sex, overstimulation (sort of?), no use of "y/n", light switch!dynamics from both reader and heesung, car sex, unsafe driving lowkey, dryhumping, minor argument, heesung is down bad honestly.

wc: 3.8k

synopsis: days have passed after your first hook up with Heesung, though neither of you have said anything about it. Instead, you continue your search for a good one night stand somewhere else, but your mind and body know where you should be.

a/n: wow! the moral obligation I had to finish this before posting anything else was crazy, but after a huge block it's finally here. If you think this is better than pt1 it's because it is, but it's also because it has been approved by the one and only @molloygendered !!!!! my bestfriend and editor. he wanted to review this again before posting it but I'm a kid on sugar so I held him at gunpoint to approve this. any feedback is appreciated !!! hope you enjoy.

4 unread messages.

sorry to bother u so late

can u pick m up? pls

[Address]

idk if ure awake sorry

Heesung's screen lit up on his desk, breaking his focus from the heated game in front of him. He unlocked his phone, the other hand still gripping the controller tightly. His eyes moved quickly from the texts popping up and then back to the screen, which nearly got him killed. 

The team won eventually, but just barely. Heesung logged out as soon as it was over. He spent the whole time wanting to check his phone.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?”Jake yelled at him through the call. “We almost lost."

“My bad. Gotta go,” he said in a monotone voice, showing no remorse as he hung up the call despite Jake's groans.

He looked back down at his phone and texted back a short "omw" before getting up from his chair, stretching his arms. His bones cracked, so loud it made him wince at the sound.

With quick steps, he changed into something a bit more decent, just a plain white t-shirt on top of his cargo pants, which had been slowly losing their black tone after each wash. The chains on his thick belt dangled as he walked out of his room and began to head out of his apartment, taking his keys from the cat-shaped key holder you had put on his wall. He had been surprised the first time he hung his keys and a white cat popped up. It was supposed to be a prank, but Heesung never found it in him to take it off despite the fact that it didn't match with the overall vibe of his room one bit. The kitten disappeared inside the box as he left.

The distance to your location was short, or perhaps Heesung was driving a little too fast. Either way, he arrived about fifteen minutes after telling you that he was on his way to pick you up. He parked in front of a small, black gate which led to some stairs. The complex seemed fairly little, but somewhat cozy, with small balconies filled with pots and all kinds of houseplants. Although it was past midnight and dark, he could still make out the colors of the flowers that were placed by the edges of the windows, leaves moving along with the wind.

Leaving the car on, he hopped out, leaning back against  the driver's door to wait for you. Admittedly, it was ill-intended. He hoped your date would see him and would be thrown off. 

The wait felt like eternity. When the door opened, your figure finally appeared in a white dress with black dots, just a bit above the knee. The cleavage allowed for the black choker to stand out, your name's initial dangling softly. Heesung had always wished it was an H instead.

You smiled at Heesung when you saw him, tilting your head in confusion because why was he out of the car? Heesung smiled back at you, a soft beam on his lips. Then looked to your side when a boy appeared next to you.

He eyed your guy up and down as he said goodbye to you. He was tall like you liked them, with flawlessly tan skin and a face that was nothing short of charming, with a sort of boyish appeal to him, and it was obvious why you had said yes to a date in the first place. Heesung swallowed hard, his own jealousy burning down his throat.

You didn't seem too enchanted by the guy, though, looking almost uncomfortable as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You fake-giggled (at least, he thought you did) and grinned at him politely before making your way to Heesung. The guy appeared to be a little turned off by you getting picked up by another man, for he did not take his eyes off of Heesung as he walked to the passenger's seat to open the door for you, a gesture that you were used to. Before hopping back in, Heesung winked at him, a smug grin forming. After that, you two were off speeding down the road. He'll take the long way home, he decided.

“Thanks for picking me up,” you broke the silence after a few minutes of driving. “You didn't have to wait outside though, it's freezing.” 

"I was trying to scare him off,” Heesung chuckled, a half joke that managed to pass as just something playful, making you laugh and hit his arm.

“I don't think he liked that,” you said after your laugh subsided.

“I think it was you who didn't like him.” 

You went silent for a bit, sulking on your seat.

“So, how was it?” 

“I liked him,” you mumbled, biting your lip in thought. “It was good, yeah.”

“But?” Heesung inquired, raising an eyebrow.

“I guess I was hoping for something more... intense?”

Heesung turned his face, pretending to check something on the rearview mirror so that you wouldn't notice him biting his lip. He hoped you were referring to him, about the intimate moment you two had shared a few nights before, about the bite that was still decorating your shoulder so beautifully. A purple light enough to resemble a bruise; poor clumsy you, tripped and hit yourself with his mouth.

“Intense how?” he asked.

“To hell if I know,” you shrugged.

He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing your way quickly. 

“You clearly do know.” 

“I don't. If I did I would tell you, Hee,” you said, confused.

“Like how you told me you were off to see another douchebag?” Heesung spat. 

His words made you quickly turn your head. And although he wasn't looking at you, you knew he could feel your glare burning through his skin. The sudden change in attitude had been nothing short of baffling. He seemed to keep his eyes on the road to avoid your stare rather than for safety. You couldn't tell if bouncing his leg was anger, anxiety, both, or something entirely different.

“How do you know he was a douchebag?! I told you it was fine!” you whined.

“Did he even make you come?” he asked. 

You opened your mouth to fight back, but the only sound that came out was your breath hitching. It had been such a simple question, but it ignited the memories of your one time affair with him. The soft promises, the surpassed expectations, the sweet, sweet release. Your body began to tingle in the places where his hands had lingered, and you found yourself shuddering on the seat. Of course Heesung had asked that, while knowing your answer, too.

“Sex is not all about that.” you said finally, voice low with uncertainty. 

“Oh, so that's why you fuck every idiot with a mushroom cut.” Heesung mumbled.

“What the hell is your problem? You don't even know him!” your ears rang as your voice raised in pitch.

“Oh I know him; clerk job moron who thinks sticking it in is enough.”

You tried to ignore the fact that he was a receptionist at your esthetician’s clinic who you happened to make conversation with during a long wait. He had been bold enough to ask you to grab dinner and two days later you were kissing in the elevator of his one-bedroom apartment. 

That kiss had set your expectations through the roof, hoping that you had landed your perfect match. And it had been nice, sort of, but not like you had wished for, or had imagined. The way you had envisioned things and the way said things happened were complete opposites. Maybe it had been your fault for already having something in mind.

The conflict his words caused reflected in your face, a turmoil evident as you stumbled out your next words.

“I still don't understand why it bothers you so much. I know I'm sleeping with a bunch of idiots.” 

“You're hellbent on letting these assholes touch you.” he grunted.“ I can't stand it, I don't get it. It's pointless, it's…”

You were barely able to make out the words; he was just rambling, or so you concluded.

“How is that your problem?” you cut him off, bringing him back from his thoughts.

Only then, Heesung realized the slip up. Yes, you were right, and regardless of how close the two of you were, it was ultimately your call who you slept with, which bothered Heesung to no end. Why were you so against calling him again? Why didn't you ask to have sex again? Why did he finally have you, only for you to slip through his fingers? 

He hoped you hadn't caught onto it, but you knew him too well not to. Everything made sense after; his seemingly sudden offer, waiting for you outside of the car, this angry fit.

“I said, how's that your problem? What about it?” you pushed, in response to Heesung's answer, which had been silence.

“You can do so much better than that.” he finally said.

“So,” you smiled at him. “Think you can be my better?”

Heesung pulled the car over, so quickly your body flew towards the door, and he almost hit his chest with the steering wheel. His grip on it was tight, and he began panting. You thanked god about the empty, dark road, otherwise it could've ended in a nasty crash.

Both of your eyes meet, his pupils blown out with a hint of a gleam in them. There was hope, a tad bit of anger, and an undeniable desire. His hands were twitching, itching to touch you, and you didn't remember ever feeling so wanted.

Heesung's gaze slowly drifted to your lips, almost involuntarily. Your mouth fell open to breath, uneven and quick. The car was cold, but your temperature went up like a fever.

“Are you going to kiss me?” 

His gaze met yours once more. “Can I?”

You nodded. It was all he needed to pull you in, holding your face with both hands as gently but firmly as he could. Afraid, in a weird way, that you would disappear if he let go. That this was all a sick dream from his hungry mind and that he was soon to wake up alone, in bed, with you far away from his grasp.

Despite how much he wanted to keep it slow, the kiss was just plainly instinctual. It had started soft, as if he wanted it to last forever, which he did. Then it was relentless, like nothing was enough, with your faces pressed so tightly together that you almost felt you couldn't breathe properly. Heesung allowed you a few seconds of air before he was onto you again.

It was hard to keep up with him, but you managed, because this was what you wanted anyway. It was hard to tell if you would ever get to feel something like this again; the desperation, your blood pounding in your ears from the anticipation before he made the move, and your whole body shaking in excitement as if it had a memory of its own, and could recognize the touch. 

“Backseat,” you muttered between kisses. 

He heard you, loud and clear, he just couldn't stop himself. He wanted more. Heesung wanted to do so much with you, and to you, that he was unable to do anything at all. He couldn't bring himself to separate his mouth from yours despite needing the air, and his hands roamed mindlessly and only for the sake of getting a feel. The once deliberate and calculated Heesung was now a wreck in your hands, melting in the heat like a popsicle. Sweet.

But you really had to pull him off, otherwise you'd turn blue. Your nails scratched his scalp as you yanked him back, making him whimper in the process. The way he looked burned in your memory; eyes half-lidded, lips pink and swollen, parted, panting. Even with his eyes nearly closed, you could see his darkened eyes.

“I said backseat, Heesung,” you repeated, letting go of his hair. “Do you want to fuck me or not?” 

In every single position there was. Fingers, tongue, cock, he wanted to give you everything and more, so he scrambled to the backseat as you had ordered. 

This is who you were; demanding and controlling. That one time he manhandled you? Only that, a one time thing, now you wouldn't give in so easily. Not after the little jealousy number he pulled, at least. You weren't all that resilient yourself, but you would drag it as far as you could.

Heesung thought that he had chosen the worst type of clothing possible. Had he kept the sweatpants instead of changing into something else, then maybe the friction would've been more bearable. The rough material of his pants brushing against his cock made him groan whenever he slightly shifted. And when he finally found comfort, you seated yourself on his lap and grinded, hard. 

“Ohfuck,” he whined, his hands flying to your hips to find some leverage. His nails dug into your sides. “You're gonna— I'm not gonna last.” 

You grinded down again. And again, until you set your pace, ignoring his cries. The nails trying to claw at your skin drove you further despite the sting. As much as he tried to slow you down in the name of ‘lasting longer', he still thrusted his hips up to meet you halfway, though his eyes were tightly shut, and lips pressed in a straight line.

“Please, please baby, I don't wanna come yet, please.” 

“Did I just hear The Lee Heesung begging?” 

He looked up at you, teary eyed. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, as sweat had already begun to drip from his hair. That had been enough of an answer.

Yes, you had. It had been about the hottest thing you had ever heard as well. Usually confident Lee Heesung, always took the lead Lee Heesung, would rather die than humiliate himself Lee Heesung, whining and whimpering about coming too fast after some kissing and humping. That same Heesung that had been able to get not one, but three orgasms out of you before even getting close. It was a sight to see.

You stopped, and Heesung sighed in relief, although the calm didn't last long. As a smirk formed on your lips, his eyes grew panicked. 

“If you come, I'll leave this car,” you said, rolling your hips again.

“No, no, no, no, no,” he whimpered. He squeezed his eyes shut again, the shape of his fingers imprinting onto your skin. Back then, when the two of you first had sex, this was the reality of what Heesung felt, even when he did a good job at not letting himself seem so desperate. 

He'd be damned if he looked like a loser in front of you, or so he thought. Because now that your wet underwear was soaking his pants, he was a mess. A hard, pathetic mess, desperately trying not to burst in his jeans from having you on top of him.

You yourself didn't believe you could keep torturing him, only because you were also torturing yourself in the process. His hard length along with the rough fabric of his pants brushed against your clit in a way that sent jolts through your body. It was harsh and uncomfortable while still feeling good enough not to stop.

Heesung's hips twitched with a mind of their own, searching for release against his wishes. You halted, leaning your body back to unbuckle his belt. He groaned at the loss of contact though didn't complain any further, and instead helped you get rid of his restraintments quicker. His breath ghosted over your skin as he sighed in relief, which made you shudder. 

His fingers went down to tease you under your dress, rubbing over the wetness seeping through your panties, and even with the layer in between, he could feel his fingers dampen. Heesung continued until you were left whining and attempting to grind your hips harder onto his hand. Only then did you feel him push the fabric to the side, and the tip of his cock pressed against your cunt.

After Heesung had you the first time, he knew that he couldn't let you go. Days went by where he would still feel your lips against his; the skin of your thighs, hot and sweaty, burning his cheeks as you closed your legs around his head while you came on his tongue. Not one day went by where he didn't fantasize about pushing himself inside you, and in some dreams, he would just stay there. 

But nothing was able to prepare him for when it actually happened. He thought the desperate way in which you lowered yourself on his cock might be too much for you. In reality, it was almost too much for him, as it forced a deep moan from his throat.

It was a little painful, walls tightening and loosening around him to accommodate the quick stretch, though the sting was worth Heesung's debauched expression. You wondered why,despite the uncomfortable, small space, it felt so much better than the first time. Maybe it was how much both of you had seemed to crave it, or the car forcing even more proximity between you two, as the things you could do were limited. Regardless, you could feel your lower region sticky and warm with the slick that had, apparently, dripped out of you and spread around your thighs and ass. 

You could barely hear your over breathing over Heesung's heavy one. His hands massaged the skin of your waist where he held himself, mostly to ground himself to earth, or so you guessed, because he looked completely gone. His cheeks cherry red and his lips a peach pink, and you succumbed to the urge to kiss him. 

This time, it was slow and calculated. He took the time to feel the rest of you, from threading his fingers in your hair, to ghosting his fingers over your spine from under the dress. You didn't fall behind, though, raising his shirt as much as you could to run your nails over your stomach, stopping to feel his muscles tense beneath your hands as you began to move your hips.

“Slow, baby, please,” he breathed out, it came out way more high pitched than he intended to. 

As much as you wanted to keep messing with him, the world had seemed to fade away, leaving you two alone with the car and the small piece of road that you were parked in, and you didn't feel like breaking the moment just yet. You placed your hands on his shoulders for better stability, and rested your forehead on the crook of his neck.

Whispers of praises poured from his lips. You're beautiful, you're amazing, could stay here forever, and another handful that got lost between all the shit's and fuck’s that also came nonstop. He followed all of his words and phrases by kissing your neck, sometimes even biting. You might find a mark when you look in the mirror, but you cared little about that. Instead, you decided to leave a mark of your own, sucking and biting on the most visible place that you could think of. That's when he began to meet your movements, thrusting up messily in an attempt to pick up a pace. 

“Say you're—,” he gulped, interrupting himself. “You're mine.”

“Always have been,” you smiled against the light red bite mark. 

Your voice as you rode his cock kept driving him closer to the edge. Every moan and whine just made him go faster, having already been close to his orgasm from the grinding before. And as you grew tired, it felt as if he was regaining some form of control. Heesung smirked when you laid, practically limp, against him, allowing him to set the speed that he wanted. He remembered that he loved being in control as much as he had loved giving it to you.

“F-faster,” you pleaded lowly.

Heesung pouted, even when you couldn't see him. “No manners, sweetheart?” 

Most likely, you were about to pay a small price for threatening him to leave. 

You swallowed, so loud you were sure he had heard. “Please.” 

“What? I didn't hear you.” 

“Go faster, Hee, please!” you nearly yelled. It had been hard to get the words out after getting him where you wanted.

“There we go!” 

Were you being pushed down on his cock or was he pushing up into you? By this point, you weren't really sure. What you were certain about, though, was that he reached wherever you needed him to, and the squelching sounds were at its loudest.

“Was he good like me?” Heesung asked, grunting through his teeth. “Were you thinking about me while he fucked you?”

He wasn't expecting to get answers, and he didn't. You were too focused on the feeling of your body overheating from the inside out, and all of your muscles tensing. Your walls clamped around him involuntarily as pushed you closer to the orgasm that you had been chasing since the beginning of your date a few hours ago.

Heesung wanted you to finish first, he truly tried, but there was no way to stop the waves of pure pleasure that hit as he came, and the fact that he got to come inside of you just made it hit harder, and you had to help him ride out his climax because he really couldn't move, just kept himself there with his brows furrowed.

You were close as well, so you didn't really stop despite Heesung reaching his orgasm first. Even through his over sensitivity, he helped you reach your own high. He sneaked his hand between your bodies to rub messy circles on your clit. You kept it slow on him, but he went fast. 

It didn't take long for you after that. Feeling you on his cock as you orgasmed almost made him hard again, if it wasn't so late and you hadn't been going at it for what felt like forever—not that he was complaining—. He got to watch your face contort into pure pleasure, better than any daydreams.

Heesung pressed his forehead against yours, unable to do anything other than show you something, whatever that something was. It lingered in the air, in the way he looked at you through his teary gaze. He kissed you, slower than ever before.

Whatever was going through his mind was deeper than lust, you could feel it in the way his lips moved so softly against yours, holding your face with both hands. You wondered if he knew that you didn't plan on slipping away again.

[duachai]

HANA, DUL, SET : 102 - PARK SUNGHOON

When you say you're the one for me Is it to erase when you said it to him?

♱ PAIRING : PARK SUNGHOON X MALE READER

♱ SYNOPSIS : It's the week after the party and M/n starts his volleyball career with the Enhas... but it's not going too well.

♱ CONTENT WARNING : This writing contains explicit sexual content and mature themes.

♱ AUTHOR'S NOTE : --

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M/n stood at the entrance of the gym, clutching the strap of his bag tightly. He had arrived early. 5 p.m. on the dot: hoping to make a good impression and get a chance to speak with his new coach, Coach Park. The unfamiliarity of it all made him feel strange. This would be the first time he’d play under the authority of someone other than his father. It was a breath of fresh air, a chance to step out from under his father’s shadow. But at what cost? 

His chest tightened as the thought lingered. He hadn’t seen his father in days. Their conversations had dwindled to silence, the kind that felt heavier than any argument. They were ignoring each other, a mutual retreat into their separate worlds. For now, M/n tried to focus on the here and now, pushing the uneasy thoughts to the back of his mind as he took a deep breath and stepped inside. 

The hallways were, of course, empty, their silence broken only by the faint squeak of sneakers echoing from the left. That was just the badminton club practicing their rallies in the smaller gym. M/n continued down the corridors, his steps unsteady as he realized he was, without a doubt, lost. 

He pulled out his phone again, glancing at the message Sunoo had sent earlier. The directions were infuriatingly vague and barely enough to get him through the front doors, let alone find Coach Park’s office. M/n sighed, his confidence waning with every wrong turn. 

Just as he started to lose hope, he passed by a massive trophy case, its glass gleaming under the fluorescent lights. It wasn’t as grand as the Fifty-Forty display back at his old school, but it still commanded attention. Medals and trophies of various sizes were meticulously arranged inside, each telling a story of victory or near victory. 

His eyes settled on a framed photo of the 2022 Enha volleyball team. They were lined up in their crisp white suits, their postures rigid and imposing. But it wasn’t the formality of their attire that caught his attention, it was their expressions. Their eyes burned with something raw, almost feral. Anger. 

M/n didn’t need to read the plaque to know why. He remembered hearing about it. How Enha had come in second to Fifty-Forty that year. The bitterness in their gazes told him everything he needed to know. For a moment, he found himself wondering how it must have felt to come so close, only to fall short. 

Shaking off the thought, he stepped away from the display, a new weight settling in his chest. 

Just as he turned on his heel back to his original path, he pasted by a supply closet. Only, the door was cracked and there was noises you wouldn't think would be coming from in there. 

“Hold on, you’re gonna knock something over, babe.” A voice said, a giggle coming out. M/n leaned in closer and peered through the door, it was Heesung and Jake. Heesung had his back to a shelf, school uniform half draped on his body as Jake eagerly separated the garments from his body. They were... having sex in the supply closet? 

Heesung’s back was arched as Jake worked him over, the closet filled with the sound of rustling fabric, wet slurping noise, and their heavy breathing. Jake’s hands were moving Heesung’s thighs around his hips. 

Heesung reached back to grab the shelf for support, his fingers digging into the cardboard boxes as Jake peppered his neck with aggressive kisses that were sure to mark later. 

M/n gasped, hand clasped over his mouth. “What the fuck...” He whispered into his mouth as he walked a few steps away, completely thrown off. His heart pounded in his chest, the surreal scene playing over and over in his mind like a broken record. He quickly turned, trying to hide the shock on his face, but his feet felt glued to the floor. 

His breath hitched as he nervously glanced back, barely able to comprehend what he had just witnessed. He had never imagined the two of them like this, especially not in such a confined space, with their hands tangled and their lips locked in a heated kiss. The reality of it was enough to make him question everything he thought he knew about them. 

He forced himself to take a few more steps back, his back hitting the hallway wall, and closed his eyes, trying to steady his breath. How am I supposed to make friends with them after seeing that? His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, none of them making any sense. He had to leave before they noticed him standing there like a dumbfounded idiot, but his legs felt like jelly, unwilling to move. 

A muffled sound from the closet broke through his daze, and M/n’s heart skipped. He bit his lip, staring at the door, knowing he had to make a choice walk away. 

“What are you doing here?” 

M/n turned sharply, his pulse spiking as he locked eyes with Sunghoon. The senior stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but sharp enough to cut. 

“I-I was just...” 

Sunghoon’s gaze flicked to the supply closet, the muffled noises still audible. His jaw tightened. 

Without a word, he strode past M/n and pushed the door open with enough force to send it slamming into the wall. 

The reaction inside was immediate. Heeseung and Jake froze, wide-eyed and caught mid-motion. Heeseung scrambled to pull his shirt back on while Jake stumbled back, his face flushed with equal parts embarrassment and frustration. 

“What the hell is this?” Sunghoon’s voice was low but seething, each word laced with venom. “We have practice in ten minutes, and this is how you’re preparing? In a supply closet?” 

Jake opened his mouth to speak, but Sunghoon cut him off with a sharp glare. “Save it. I’m so sick of your bullshit.” He turned to Heeseung, who was busy smoothing out his uniform. “And you, grow the fuck up.” 

The air in the hallway was stifling, thick with unspoken tension. M/n stood frozen, unsure whether to slip away or stay rooted in place. 

Sunghoon finally turned to him, his expression hard. “Go to Coach Park’s office. Now.” 

M/n nodded mutely, his legs moving before his brain could catch up. As he hurried down the hallway, he glanced back one last time. Jake and Heesung stood there, shoulders tense, while Sunghoon loomed over them, radiating a quiet fury that promised this wasn’t over. 

After such an awful encounter, M/n finally found the office. The small plaque on the door gleamed under the fluorescent lights, confirming he was in the right place. He took a deep breath before knocking. Within seconds, the door swung open to reveal Coach Park, whose broad, welcoming smile instantly eased some of M/n's nerves. 

"Come on in!" the coach said, stepping aside to let him through. The office smelled faintly of coffee and fresh paper, and the walls were lined with awards, photos, and framed motivational quotes. M/n hesitated briefly before stepping inside, unsure of what to expect but determined to make a good impression. 

“So, you came from the Fifty-Forty team, right?” Coach Park asked, leaning back in his chair. 

“Mm-hmm,” M/n nodded, his expression unreadable. 

“Well, I’ve got good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?” 

M/n hesitated, glancing at the motivational poster on the wall before answering. “Bad... I guess.” 

Coach Park exhaled slowly, his expression turning more serious. “Alright, the bad news is you’re flagged in the system. That means you won’t be eligible to play in the league for 160 days.” 

“What?” M/n’s eyes widened, the weight of the words sinking in like a punch to the gut. “Are you serious?” 

“Hold on, bear with me,” Coach Park said quickly, holding up a hand to calm him down. “You can appeal the probation, though. At the end of the term, you’ll have a chance to present your case to the volleyball league coordinators. If they agree, you’ll be reinstated sooner.” 

M/n slumped back in his chair, processing the news. “So... I’m basically benched for half a year unless they decide otherwise?” 

“Pretty much,” Coach Park said with a sympathetic smile. “But don’t worry. We’ve dealt with this before, and I’ll help you prepare for the appeal. It’s not the end of the road.” 

“So, what do I have to do?” M/n asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and caution. 

Coach Park leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Simple. Get along with my son and his teammates.” 

M/n blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Your son?” 

“Oh, you didn’t know?” The coach’s grin widened slightly. “I’m Sunghoon’s father.” 

M/n’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh... I didn’t realize that.” 

Coach Park chuckled, clearly amused by M/n’s surprise. “Yeah, he says it’s too embarrassing to be coached by his pops. Anyway, it’s not just about Sunghoon. You’ve gotta be a team player, on and off the court. Practice with them, hang out outside of practice, help them out whenever you can.” 

M/n nodded slowly, processing the coach’s words. “So... basically, just don’t screw it up?” 

Coach Park laughed, his tone light but firm. “Exactly. And trust me, if you can win over Sunghoon, the rest will be a breeze. But fair warning, he’s got pretty high standards.” 

M/n scratched the back of his neck and whispered under his breath, “Don’t I know it.” Coach Park raised an eyebrow but said nothing, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. 

Their conversation was interrupted by the door swinging open, revealing a flustered, pale boy balancing a precarious stack of papers in his arms. His eyes darted between the two as he tried to steady the stack. 

M/n’s previously furrowed brow relaxed, his face lighting up with recognition. “Sunoo?” 

The boy froze mid-step, blinking rapidly before a shy smile broke through. “Oh, uh, hey. Am I interrupting something?” 

“Nope, we were just about done here,” Coach Park said, standing up and gesturing to the papers. “Sunoo, how about you take M/n to the court and show him around? I’ll take those off your hands.” 

Sunoo hesitated for a moment before handing the stack over, letting out a relieved sigh. “Sure, Coach.” 

Turning to M/n, he gave a playful grin. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.” 

M/n chuckled, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder. “Could be worse.” 

As they stepped out into the hallway, Sunoo’s hand crept up to M/n’s shoulders, wrapping around his neck in a sort-of back hug. “I’m so happy we get to play together.” 

M/n groaned dramatically. “Maybe not for long, though.” 

“I’ll take what I can get.” 

The gym was alive with the faint echo of balls bouncing and sneakers squeaking against polished floors. Sunoo led M/n through the side entrance, his confident stride a stark contrast to M/n’s tentative steps. 

“Welcome to our gym,” Sunoo said with a flourish, gesturing grandly toward the sprawling volleyball court. 

M/n chuckled, shoving his hands into his pockets. “This isn’t... horrible. It’s a step up from Fifty-Forty’s gym.” 

Sunoo tilted his head, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Well, we like to keep things classy around here.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make M/n’s heart skip. “You’ll fit right in if you behave yourself.” 

“Oh, behave? I can behave,” M/n shot back, grinning as he nudged Sunoo’s arm lightly with his elbow. 

Sunoo rolled his eyes, but his smile never wavered. “Come on, I’ll show you the equipment room first. Don’t get lost, it’s a maze back here.” 

As they walked, Sunoo’s hand brushed against M/n’s. Once. Twice. By the third time, M/n glanced down with a raised eyebrow. It was so obvious Sunoo was infatuated with him. 

They reached the storage room, and Sunoo pushed open the door, revealing racks of volleyballs, nets, and other equipment. He stepped inside, holding the door open for M/n, who stood with his lips pressed, thinking about the events that had unfolded earlier. 

Luckily, Sunoo didn’t push him against a shelf too. 

The gym was buzzing with energy as practice got going. The team moved seamlessly through drills, their coordination and precision evidence of their chemistry. M/n stayed near Sunoo, the pair exchanging light banter as they practiced their serves. 

"Not bad," Sunoo teased, his smirk playful as M/n nailed a particularly tricky serve. 

M/n chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow. "Mhmm, and I might take your spot on the starting lineup." 

Sunoo feigned a gasp, clutching his chest dramatically. "Not possible, coach adores me. Plus, I'm quite the distraction on the court." 

"Mhm, don’t let your head get too big," M/n replied, his grin widening as Sunoo nudged his shoulder. 

Across the court, Sunghoon watched the interaction with narrowed eyes, his jaw tightening. The casual way M/n and Sunoo laughed and leaned toward each other irked him in a way he couldn’t quite explain. The sight of Sunoo’s hand lingering on M/n’s forearm as they joked sent a jolt of irritation through him. 

It’s almost as if Sunoo helped him escape yesterday. But he didn’t. So why was he getting all the praises? 

“Sunghoon!” Jake’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “You good?” 

Sunghoon forced a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

But he wasn’t fine. Not even close. 

As the team huddled for the next drill, Sunghoon caught M/n’s eye. His tone was sharp, cutting through the chatter. “Yah, Shin M/n. You think you’re hot shit, flirting on the court instead of focusing on practice?” 

M/n blinked, caught off guard by the sudden accusation. “What’s your problem? No game?” 

Sunghoon crossed his arms, his stare unwavering. “My problem is you acting like this is some social event. If you think you’re good enough to coast through practice and flirt with Sunoo, you must be ready to play. Challenge me.” 

The gym fell silent as the rest of the team exchanged uneasy glances. Sunoo stepped forward, his expression concerned. “Sunghoon, come on. It’s his first day. There’s no need to-” 

“It’s fine,” M/n interrupted, his tone calm but firm. He turned to Sunghoon, meeting his challenging gaze. “If you want to play, let’s play.” 

A net was quickly set up, and the rest of the team gathered on the sidelines, tension thick in the air. M/n and Sunghoon took their positions, the competitive fire in their eyes unmistakable. 

From the very first serve, it was clear neither boys was holding back. The ball ricocheted off their arms and slammed into the floor with a speed and precision that had the team watching in awe. Sunghoon’s movements were sharp and calculated, his years of experience evident in every spike and dive. But M/n matched him with raw athleticism and determination, refusing to back down. 

The game intensified with each rally, sweat dripping from their brows as they pushed each other to their limits. The gym echoed with the sound of sneakers squeaking and the sharp smack of the ball against the floor. 

On the final play, M/n leaped high for a spike, his timing impeccable. But Sunghoon was there, ready to block. Their bodies collided mid-air, the force sending Sunghoon sprawling to the floor with a sharp cry. 

“Sunghoon!” Jungwon was the first to rush to his side, dropping to his knees as the rest of the team gathered around. 

Sunghoon winced, clutching his ankle. “I’m fine,” he muttered through gritted teeth, though the pain was evident in his voice. 

Jungwon frowned, his tone accusatory as he turned to M/n. “What the hell was that? You didn’t need to go so hard!” 

“It was an accident,” M/n said defensively, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. 

“An accident?” Jay echoed, his voice laced with disbelief. “You injured our captain on your first day! How is that an accident?” 

M/n opened his mouth to respond, but the weight of the team’s glares silenced him. 

Jungwon placed a reassuring hand on Sunghoon’s shoulder. “We need to get you to the nurse’s office. Can you stand?” 

With help from Jungwon and Jake, Sunghoon got to his feet, his injured ankle barely supporting his weight. As they led him off the court, he glanced back at M/n, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and frustration. 

“You’ll never make it,” Sunghoon said coldly, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “If this is how you play, you’ll never make it on this team.” 

The gym was eerily quiet after everyone left, the echoes of the heated game fading into an oppressive silence. M/n sat in the middle of the court, knees pulled up to his chest, staring at the polished floor. His breath came unevenly, the weight of everything. His mistake, the team’s anger, Sunghoon’s words; pressing down on him like a suffocating fog. 

“Hey.” 

M/n glanced up to see Sunoo standing nearby, his usual playful expression replaced by a softness that made M/n’s chest tighten. Without waiting for a response, Sunoo walked over and sat down beside him, close enough that their shoulders brushed. 

“You okay?” Sunoo asked quietly, his voice barely audible in the empty gym. 

M/n let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. “Not even close. But I guess better than Sunghoon.” 

Sunoo tilted his head, his eyes searching M/n’s face. “You know, they’ll chill eventually. Sunghoon’s just... intense. He takes volleyball seriously, and when something throws off his rhythm, he doesn’t handle it well. It’s not all on you.” 

“It feels like it is,” M/n muttered, running a hand through his hair. He hesitated before adding, “It’s not just today. Stuff like this... it keeps happening.” 

Sunoo frowned. “What do you mean?” 

M/n’s throat tightened, the words caught somewhere between shame and anger. “Fifty-Forty... they’ve done something so horrible I can’t even think about my dad without thinking he might have known about what they were planning at the party.” 

Sunoo’s eyes widened, his expression shifting from concern to alarm. “You’re saying your dad was apart of it?” 

“They cornered me after practicey,” M/n interrupted, his voice hollow. “Told me to leave or they’d make me.” He swallowed hard, his hands clenching into fists. “If you guys weren’t there I.... I don’t know. And I’ve already messed this up.” 

Sunoo reached out, his hand resting gently on M/n’s arm. “Hey. Look at me.” 

Reluctantly, M/n turned his head, his gaze meeting Sunoo’s. 

“You didn’t mess up,” Sunoo said firmly. “You’re here because you belong here. Sunghoon might be mad now, but he’s not the type to hold a grudge forever. And the rest of the team? They’ll get over it once they see how hard you’re willing to work. You’re not here becuase you were paid for. You’re here because we saw potential. I see it.” 

M/n’s chest ached at the sincerity in Sunoo’s voice, the warmth in his touch. For the first time in what felt like hours, he felt a flicker of something other than guilt... hope, maybe. 

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Sunoo smiled, his fingers lingering on M/n’s arm. “You don’t have to thank me. That’s what teammates are for.” 

There was a beat of silence, the air between them shifting subtly. M/n’s heart skipped as Sunoo leaned in closer, his gaze dropping to M/n’s lips before flicking back to his eyes. 

“M/n...” Sunoo’s voice was soft, almost hesitant. 

Before M/n could respond, Sunoo closed the distance, his lips brushing against M/n’s in a tentative, gentle kiss. M/n froze for a moment, caught off guard, before his eyes fluttered shut and he kissed back instinctively. 

But as their lips moved together, a wave of confusion and guilt crashed over M/n. He couldn’t stop the unbidden image of Sunghoon flashing in his mind; his sharp eyes, his intense presence, the way his voice lingered in M/n’s thoughts even now. 

For a fleeting moment, M/n let himself imagine it was Sunghoon kissing him, not Sunoo. The thought sent a jolt through him, both thrilling and deeply unsettling. 

Sunoo pulled back slightly, his cheeks flushed and his breath unsteady. “Sorry,” he murmured, his voice tinged with both hope and vulnerability. “I just... I wanted to.” 

M/n stared at him, torn between the warmth of Sunoo’s affection and the lingering shadow of Sunghoon in his mind. He forced a small smile, his voice shaking as he said, “It’s okay.” 

But deep down, he wasn’t sure if it really was. 

[wooeo]

Hey, I love your enha works a lot!! It's so good to see something that isn't another OC (Not that I think people shouldn’t do them but I wanna have some x reader stuff y'know??)

So, I've been rereading your work and I got an idea - pehaps enhypen celebrating Enha girlie's birthday (doing a live) and them being clingy to her (Especially Niki because he's her son & Jake because he's always been with Niki). Maybe even them being emotional yet playful, them singing to her and holding up a cake to blow out the candles, reminiscing about how far they went on their journey etc

Or maybe even them doing a live, a casual one, where they are just talking & responding to comments when suddenly they discover Enha girlie and Niki just asleep (perhaps him cuddling into her) which engenes & Enhypen just gush over it (Can you tell I love them two hahaha)

Tbh I would love any fluffy Enha content, I'm desperate for it among all the smut & SMAUs

! cute cute cute ! it's so crazy how much smut there is for everything😭😭

☾⸻ ✩

niki holds his hands over your eyes while heeseung carefully carries the cake in. they all begin singing, surprisingly off-key for a bunch of singers. you gasp with your hands in front of your mouth, smiling prettily. when the song is done they clap and encourage you to blow out the candles. jake, who sits on your left, pulls your hair back for you so it won't get caught in the flames. they clap once they candles have been blown out and jake ruffles your hair lovingly. your face is flushed from the attention but you're so happy to be celebrating with some of your closest friends and fans through live.

"did you make wish?" sunoo inquiries. feeling bold for once, you shake your head, "i don't need to," and when your reply ensures a round of shouts and cooing you feel a shot of embarrassment and regret. niki lays his head on your shoulder when he laughs at the teasing you're receive from the others. his eyes are shut as he leans into you. jake pats your head like you're a dog with a smug smile that has you regretting ever becoming an idol.

heeseung is the first person to reminisce; talking about the first time he met you and how much you've grown since then. it brings a warm feeling to your chest and a smile to your face. his words are kind as he talks about how much you've gotten out of your shell. the others join in with their own praise and it brings tears to your eyes. they have always been kind to you, always been gentle and understanding of how awkward and shy you could be at times. niki, who hasn't moved his head from your shoulder, gives your hand a squeeze when a few tears hits his hand.

☾⸻ ✩

[peanutbutterwrites]

desperation

warnings: drug use, suicidal thoughts, nsfw, vomit, depression, trauma, angst. summary: your whole life you had never once felt special, that feeling can eat you up inside, it can make you do things you'd never do to keep it. word count: 6.1 k -disclaimer- this is in no way representing people in real life, I respect enhypen as artists and simply wanted to use them in a story. all circumstances are fake.

part two

a/n - this has been rotting for a while because it's a little out of my comfort zone. I don't usually write anything considered nsfw so I hope it came out alright. let me know.

YOU WERE AVERAGE. something you so desperately wanted to escape your whole life, but that was the truth. you had good grades, but they were never stellar. you were praised for your obedience, but never awarded. always an angel, never a god. people never take notice, they are all too wrapped up in their own lives to ever notice someone so horribly, average. but you noticed. in fact, it never quite left your mind, always hovering in the back corner, taunting you. jack of all trades, master of none, that’s why college was going to be different.

your entire life you were told, “just get past high school, it's all uphill from there.” but you’d all but completed your first year of college and still everything felt the same. you wanted it over with, all of it. maybe if you made a big deal out of it, you’d be known for something. but you were a coward, scared of scarring your own flesh should things go south. and then you’d be relevant, for a minute. until people eventually forgot again and got wrapped back up in their own lives. 

your roomates were where you were hoping to make friends, but that never happened. mina was a bitch, for lack of a more descriptive word, and held no interest towards you unless she’d run out of girls to party with. and when that happened, she dragged you to said party and fed you drink after drink until you puked your guts out from alcohol poisoning. and the worst part? you just let her, so she kept doing it. giselle was almost worse then you. almost cause at least she excelled at school work. giselle would spend hours upon hours in your cramped dorm room studying for the next exam, spilling snacks and papers everywhere, refusing to clean up. you never knew peace the whole year between never being alone in your own, clean, room and vomiting your guts out into the early hours. 

“hey,” came mina’s no longer sickly sweet voice. instead it had turned into a cold demand as the school year went on, “sana and jihyo ditched, you’re coming with me tonight.” she waited a few beats for your answer before raising an eyebrow, you shifted uncomfortably. you hoped today would be the day you’d grow up and refuse her, but cowardice is one of those emotions that latch onto you like a leech, and you were a coward at your core.

“uh yeah, I guess. but I don’t really feel like drinking tonight, mina.” you managed to choke out. mina scoffed in response,

“oh really? come on, you say that all the time and then you drink so much you start hacking up your insides, forget it.” she rolled her eyes and left your room, most likely to go change. you whimpered and dropped your phone on your bed on the verge of frustrated tears, not bothering to mention the reason for that drinking was mina herself.

“just tell her no.” came a slightly warmer voice to your right. 

“I can’t, giselle.’

“can’t or won’t. its pathetic.” her harsh words offset her softer tone and only managed to make you feel worse. peeling yourself off the bed, you stepped over piles of clothing to get to your designated closet. rifling through clothes, you settled on an all black ensemble and snatched your makeup bag to take to the dorm bathrooms. god forbid you show up to a college party with mina of all people, and not wear makeup. mina always talked about her reputation, she simply couldn’t be seen with you if you didn’t at least look decent. mina was superficial, narcissistic. if you looked good, she was satisfied, but don’t ever look too good. you simply didn’t feel like being overly punished tonight, so a light makeup look it was. grabbing a pair of alcohol stained heels, you made your way to mina’s room to let her know you were ready. 

“huh, not too bad.” she nodded at your outfit and finished combing on her mascara in front of her floor length mirror. “sunghoon is picking me up, so find a ride okay? I’ll text you the address.” your shoulders sagged as you took in the information, mina always did this.

“mina, I really don’t feel like going if I don’t have a ride. if you have sunghoon, why do you need me there?” she froze patting down her skin tight dress and turned to face you.

“why do I need you? let me get this straight, I don’t. I don’t need you, but I’m trying here.” her voice changed into a sickly sweet one and she strode over to you to pat your shoulder. “I’m trying to be friends, I just feel like you’re being really ungrateful.” you stiffened as she pouted her perfect, glossy lips and pulled her hand back.

“no, I’m sorry mina. I’m not trying to be ungrateful, just my car’s at home.” you frowned and grabbed her hand in an apology. mina sighed and held your hand in hers.

“alright, I guess we can give you a ride then. but you have to sit in the back, and don’t ruin this for me.” she smirked slightly and brushed past you as she grabbed a few last minute essentials. you hung your head in shame, you fell for it, again. desperation didn’t look good, and worst of all is it attracted the people who loved to use it. “hurry up!” mina called as her hells clicked on the cheap vinyl flooring and you were scurrying out the door after her. 

sunghoon drove an all black expensive car, it was sleek as it pulled up and cool to the touch as you gripped the back door. but it reeked of cologne, body odor, alcohol, and weed as you yanked the door open. you gagged slightly at the combination of smells and stepped over trashed trojan packages in the back seat. 

“huh, didn’t know I had a passenger.” sunghoon frowned at you, his voice was distant and cold. 

“don’t worry ‘hoon. she’s a good friend.” mina smiled as she touched his shoulder. you caved into yourself and prepared for a silent ride, trying to ignore mina’s flirty tone as the car glided away from the dorms.

“so, what’s your name?” it took you a minute to realize sunghoon was addressing you, and by the time you were ready to answer mina did it for you. 

“she’s my other roommate, you know? the boring one, not the brainiac.” sunghoon hmm’d in acknowledgement and the attention immediately shifted back to mina. you cringed at your own lack of response and mourned the second of attention he had allowed to you. with the rest of the ride being silent on your end, it felt like an eternity before arriving at the frat house where the party would be held. you watched as sunghoon helped mina out of the car and stumbled your way out on your own. the three of you made your way into the house that had music pumping through the windows. within seconds of entrance your nose was hit with a wave of smells and none of them pleasant. you followed diligently behind mina and sunghoon to a small gathering of people surrounded by alcohol and could almost feel your liver protesting from the months of abuse. mina shoved a red solo cup of some alcoholic liquid in your hand as she plopped down on sunghoon’s lap and laughed at something he said. you just stared at the strange liquid, your mouth creating too much saliva in preparation for the amount of vomiting sure to follow. 

“you okay there?” came a voice aimed at you. your head snapped up to meet eyes with a very pretty boy. his sharp nose and wide eyes reminded you of a deer and his slightly red hair only added to the comparison. 

“uh yeah, I just don’t really drink.” you managed to get out. he stared at you with a blank look before chucking and nudging another boy next to him. 

“you hear this chick? she doesn’t drink and she’s at jay’s party, that’s crazy man.” you frowned at him, moving slightly closer so that you didn’t have to yell. 

“jay? who’s that?” apparently this question was hilarious as he and his friend burst out laughing.

“man does this girl know nothing?” you felt your heart sink as they continued to laugh and you felt mina’s cold stare burning from the back of your head. 

“sorry.” you mumbled out and stared back down at the drink. 

“its whatever, you’re just at the wrong place.” the boy said with a slight laugh left in his voice. he brushed off his jeans off and stood up, offering you his hand. you stared up at him as he waited, he contorted his face into a strange expression and leaned down to grab your hand. “man, you’re one weird girl.” he chuckled as he started dragging you behind him. 

“wait, heeseung!” a high pitched voice called and the boy paused to look back. “where are you going?” you turned to see mina doing her signature pout at him and fought the urge to roll your eyes. 

“fuck off mina, nowhere.” he called back with a middle finger raised and his buddies roared with laughter as you were met with the rare sighting of mina flushing with embarrassment. “cocksucker.” the boy, heeseung apparently, muttered under his breath. you snorted at that and he looked down at you as he dragged you forward again. “oh come on, even her friends know.”

“i know.” you replied. as you moved through the party, you saw a boy laying down on a counter as another poured alcohol from a keg into his mouth. he had a sharp jawline and wore sunglasses despite the time of night and indoor activity. heeseung noticed you looking and pointed at the boy.

“that’s jay. the alcoholic.” he said point blank, it suddenly made much more sense why it was required to drink here. heeseung pushed a beaded curtain out of the way as he grabbed a heavy metal door and turned the handle.

“wait, where-” you were cut off as he pulled you into a garage and a wave of smoke invaded your nostrils. the air was hazy with smoke and your eyes watered as heesung continued to pull you. 

“hey heeseung, what’s up.” spoke one of the boys sitting on one of the very old and beat up leather couches within the garage. you counted a total of four men and they all had either a cig or joint lit up and in their pinched fingers. heeseung jerked his chin up and slapped his hand against the guy who had spoken in some sort of handshake. 

“this is sunghoon's friend, she’s chill.” heeseung announced and pushed you slightly towards the first couch which held one of the boys. you looked back at him, ignoring the comment about actually being friends with sunghoon, and he motioned for you to sit down. the couch sunk and groaned due to age and your added weight, but you couldn’t deny that the worn leather was comforting and warm. 

“hey, I’m sunoo.” the boy next to you spoke. he had pink dyed hair and soft features that made him seem approachable, he blew out smoke into your face as he spoke. you coughed wafting away the plume and stuck out your other hand to shake with his. two of the other boys let out a lazy chuckled at your cough and formalities.

“you sure she’s cool? looks like she’s never smoked a day in her life.” joked one of the others. 

“well she doesn’t drink, and you losers need some pussy or at least a friend.” heeseung joked. “im out.” he waved bye to you and your eyes followed him, no longer feeling safe in this warm garage. 

“oh come one, we’re not that bad.” the one that had joked spoke. “i’m jake, jungwon, and ni-ki” he motioned to himself and the other two boys. jake had the twinge of an accent to his voice and he had fluffy hair with soft features. jungwon reminded you of a small cat as his eyes were slanted and round and his soft smile revealed dimples. ni-ki. ni-ki scared you. you sucked in a small breath when his sharp eyes snapped to you and the cigarette smoke he let out made your head spin. his cropped hair hung over his eyes but showed off multiple piercings and was jet black. he looked tall, long and lanky as his legs hung out of the recliner he inhabited and his long arm hung over the edge. as jake and jungwon went back to talking, ni-ki held your eyes in his and you felt unable to look away. you heard a breathy laugh come out of sunoo,

“i think she likes you.” your eyes snapped to sunoo and you felt your face become splotchy with heat. his breathy laugh turned into a boisterous one that forced him to start coughing and put out his joint. the laugh caught jake and jungwon’s attention and both boys let out a chuckle.

“aww, i think she has a crush. huh, hyung?” jake slapped jungwon is agreeance and both faded out boys laughed. you felt shame course through your veins and mentally beat yourself up for staring for too long. the worst part was that he was attractive. you’d never been in a relationship and guys had yet to ask you out, you felt shameful that he now had to deal with your attraction. you risked looking back up, and noticed he was still staring. he held up two fingers and your eyes remained locked with his as he motioned for you to come over to the recliner. your heart dropped to your ass as you debated what to do. but apparently you took too long deciding because with a deceptively innocent laugh, sunoo shoved you off the couch causing you to fall on your hands and knees. this only spurred the boys on further, causing them to howl with laughter leaving only ni-ki stone cold silent. you watched from the floor as he put out his cigarette and leaned forward with his forearms resting on his knees. the laughing momentarily stopped as the boys waited for what he was going to do. he only spoke one word, but your heart froze.

“crawl.” the laughter began again, more hysterical then previously and tears pricked your eyes in shame. you couldn’t help the shiver that went through your body at hearing his voice. it was deep, and despite the sufficient smoke, it was rich and smooth. you felt sunoo swing his foot into the back of your thigh and you fell forward to catch yourself, causing you indirectly to crawl closer to ni-ki. 

“she’s seriously going to!” jake let out gleefully as laughter continued to ring throughout the garage. this snapped you to attention and you quickly scrambled up to stand and try to walk out of the entrapped space. you were holding back tears and the walls suddenly felt far too close. the once comforting warmth of the smoke turned too hot and your breathing increased rapidly. as you moved, ni-ki reached out and snatched your wrist harshly and tugged you toward the recliner. 

“oh come on, we’re just playing. right?” sunoo spoke with a teasing lightness to his voice and ni-ki pulled you onto his lap. you froze in fear, trying not to shift in your seat or cry as he reached over to pull another cigarette out of his pack. 

“right.” you mumbled eyes widening as sunoo gave you a ‘hell yeah!’ and slapped his hand against yours the same way heeseung and jake had previously. 

“she’s funny!” jake let out a stoned chuckle as jungwon snorted and took another hit. you looked down at your palm after you felt a weight in it and made eye contact with a black lighter. you looked over your shoulder to see ni-ki put the cigarette to his lips and motion for you to light it. shaking slightly, you took a few tries to strike the lighter into action and held the flame to the stick. you went to turn away, but yelped when you felt a large hand grip your chin and forcefully twist your head back. ni-ki took a large inhale and forced his thumb in your mouth to pry your jaw open. frozen in fear, your heart pounded loudly in your chest as his grip on your jaw became painful and the tears you had been holding back threatened to finally fall. as he leaned forward, your eyes widened only to have copious amount of smoke released into your mouth, nose, and eyes. snapping your face out of his grip you coughed violently away from him as tears finally fell down your face. through your coughing fit you heard the three others in the room hoot with laughter.

“don’t cry now, he likes that!” one of them joked which spurred the others on even more. the humiliation you felt was horrific, this would go down in your head as one of the most humiliating evenings you had ever had. you tried not to think too much about what that comment was hinting at, and instead your mind reeled with how to get out of the situation. through the haze of coughing and an attempt to regain your pride, you snatched the cig from his hands, took a deep inhale and blew it right into his face. the laughter stopped. nobody moved. and then a low rumbling laugh came from ni-ki and you felt your whole body relax. he wasn’t mad, which was good because the atmosphere and reactions of the other boys felt like if he was, you weren’t going to make it out of this garage in one piece. 

“so,” sunoo began, “what’s your major?” 

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after that party, you didn’t mind going with mina as much anymore. though, the amount of times you wanted to attend and the amount of times mina asked was so severely disproportionate, that you didn’t get to see your new found friends for at least a week before she invited you out again. when getting ready for the party, you took extra care of your makeup and outfit thinking of the boy with the dark eyes. 

“what’s taking so long? got someone to impress?” mina joked with a glint of danger in her eyes, not unnoticed by you. 

“oh no, just am trying to keep up you know.” you smiled hesitantly back at her and watched as she softened slightly. 

“ok well, our rides here so unless you wanna walk..” she left her end hanging but you understood the implications. going down the elevator ride, you held your phone in your hands sending a quick text to sunoo to make sure he and his friends were in attendance tonight. you had been beyond grateful when sunoo offered his number to you at the end of the night and you two had actually been keeping in contact. you felt like you had finally gained a friend in this messed up experience and were giddy with the excitement of acceptance. mina was busy with taking pre-party selfies until the doors opened and you were able to make out a familiar black car. 

“you staying with sunghoon?” 

“yeah, he has a nice dick.” mina said crassly and you paused in shock momentarily. letting out an awkward cough, you tried to cover up your prudeish shock. 

“oh, yeah I get that.” she turned and gave you a look of pure pity before running up to sunghoon’s car and your face burned with embarrassment for the millionth time. mina was quick to start up a conversation with sunghoon, but his attention turned to you when you sat in the back.

“oh you’re back. how was last time, the guys nice enough?” mina was stunned into silence when she glanced back at you. 

“uh yeah, sunoo was really nice. I think they just like to joke around a lot.” sunghoon let out a soft chuckle.

“yeah that’s for sure, they mean no harm though. hope you didn’t take anything personally.” you shook your head and smiled softly at him through his mirror. mina piped up again believing the strange conversation to be over, until sunghoon cut her off. “ni-ki can be a real dick, but he’s a good friend when you get to know him. he give you are hard time?” this time mina let out an audible huff and glared back at you. shrinking from her gaze you responded. 

“oh well I mean he definitely startled me, but he was fine.” 

“hah! startled, yeah thats a good word for ni-ki.” 

“who’s ni-ki?” mina blurted out, desperately trying to stay in the conversation. a flush slowly climbed up your neck in response to mina’s direct ask and sunghoon let out a hoot.

“really ni-ki? I mean some people are freaky I guess, good for you.” sunghoon laughed as he said this, ignoring mina’s question in favor of slapping the steering wheel. 

“it’s not like that!” you tried to get out as quickly as possible, but sunghoon continued to laugh joking about how he was ‘so gonna tell jake’. the glare mina sent your way was enough to get you sinking back down in your seat and staying silent the rest of the ride with sunghoon’s occasional laughter making up the rest of the sound. 

you didn’t wait for mina and sunghoon this time, waving to them as you left the car and walked into the house. you expected the group of boys to occupy the garage again so you immediately began looking for a door leading there. in doing so, you bumped into someone familiar.

“hey, how’s it going?” heeseung asked with a smile.

“oh, hi heeseung. it’s alright, how about you?” 

“uh pretty boring so far, was gonna see if the guys had it any better.” your eyes lit up at the mention of your friends.

“oh great, I was heading there. lead the way.” he smiled as he gripped your wrist and guided you through the crowded party. this time, he headed for the stairs and you carefully placed your heels on each step. falling was not on your agenda and you were intent on going to one party this year where you didn’t embarrass yourself somehow. when he entered the room, the familiar smell of weed and cigarettes comforted you. 

“theres my girl!” you heard sunoo call out and you couldn’t help but let out a wide smile and little giggle as you waved to the boy. jake and jungwon stood up to give you and heeseung a hug greeting, clearly they were less faded then the first time you met them. ni-ki sent a piercing gaze from across the room and scoffed as he packed a bowl. while the boys were occupied with heeseung, you walked over to the side with ni-ki and sunoo.

“hi ni-ki.” you said hesitantly, showing him a soft smile. his sharp eyes snapped back up to you and you wilted under his stare.

“we’re not friends.” was all he let out and your smile completely fell. 

“oh be nice.” sunoo scoffed as he pulled you by your waist onto the bean bag he occupied. ni-ki continued to glare as he packed the bowl, noticeably at sunoo’s arm currently around your waist. you and sunoo continued what was your previous conversation over text as the three others made their way over. ni-ki lit the pipe and took a deep inhale before passing it into your hands. you held the pipe in your hands for a few seconds, just staring at it, before the boys let out copious amounts of laughter. at that moment, the door to the upstairs room sung open and you were grateful for the distraction. sunghoon and mina made their way in the room with many objections coming from the boys. 

“mina, get outta here.” heeseung sighed. mina’s only response was to roll her eye’s and flip him off. 

“oh please, I’m here for my friend.” mina said, smiling so sweetly at you that you had to fight the urge to cringe. sunoo rolled his eyes and grabbed the pipe from your hands to take a long hit.

“there, like that.” he smiled sincerely and handed it back to you. with the added pressure of mina glaring intensely at you, you felt even more nervous to even try and take a hit.

“you’re so annoying.” you heard to your right and the next thing you knew you were being manhandled and dragged in front of ni-ki. gripping your face harshly like last time, he stuffed the pipe in your mouth and you cringed from the clink of the glass against your teeth. liting the bowl, he motioned for you to inhale and you took a large hit from the pipe. ripping it out of your mouth, he yanked your face closer to himself.

“breath.” and you let out all the smoke into his mouth, coughing slightly at the burning feeling in your throat. “there.” he said harshly, shoving you away and tossing the pipe to jake on your left. he leaned back into the bean bag and you watched as his thighs manspread trying desperately not to stare. you were brought out of your intense staring by mina’s high pitched voice.

“me too, ni-ki.” she pouted her lips at her and you watched as sunghoon took a sip of his beer and stared at his phone, clearly not caring. suddenly you were worried, maybe ni-ki acted like this with everyone. you weren’t special. you sunk back into sunoo and he simply patted your shoulder trying not to laugh at your behavior. ni-ki scoffed and pulled out a cigarette, effectively ignoring mina. you watched as her face faltered and for the first time, saw doubt in her eyes. you tried to not let a feeling of pride fill you, but the idea of being special to someone caused you to lose rational thought. 

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your mind had begun to rot. you thought about it day and night, the fact that you’ve been accepted and for once you were special. sunoo’s texts didn’t loose their consistency, in fact you two had built a wonderful friendship, far better then you and mina’s friendship. that one had deteriorated rapidly after all. but you were struggling to feel any emotion other then glee. mina’s face from that night had never left your mind since, the second guessing, the doubt that was clearly eating her up inside. you didn’t think mina had ever once been denied. you knew she had never be denied in favor of you of all people. even living in your own world in these past few days, her behavior had not gone unnoticed. 

“hey.” came giselle’s soft voice from across the room. you looked up from your phone to see her lying on her side facing you, bangs clipped up and glasses sliding slightly off her nose. 

“yes?”

“is it just me or is mina…acting strange?” you gulped down a bit of guilty saliva that had made its way into your mouth. “no, unhinged is a better word.” she wasn’t wrong. mina had been lashing out more then usual, not going to as many parties and spending a lot of time in her room. in favor of speaking, you met her question with a shrug. “did it finally happen?” you could tell what giselle was asking, and you knew she would bother you the rest of the night unless you answered. you nodded tentatively and giselle let out a small giggle. “serves her right.” you were surprised. you knew giselle and mina weren’t close, but you didn’t think giselle would delight in her downfall.

“is that bad?” giselle tilted her head in questioning. “that we’re happy about it?”

“ha, no hun. it’s not bad, serves that bitch right. I don’t know how you put up with her.” she looked back down to her phone and plopped a big, salty chip in her mouth. you rolled on your back, giselle’s response made you feel a bit better about the whole situation. maybe even if you were horribly average, you were bearable to most. and special to someone. 

“hey, giselle?”

“hm?”

“do you like me?”

“fuck no.”

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mina had finally given in. you knew that drinking and partying were an itch to her, and she had to scratch it eventually. when she did, she would invite you. all you had to do was bide your time until you could see your friends again, and that time came almost a week after mina’s miniature depressive episode. 

“come on slut, let’s go party!” mina had popped her head in your dorm room. you had to fight a frown, this was not how mina had been acting recently. she seemed too upbeat, excited. she had barely left her room or spoke a word recently, this mina scared you.

“sure, that’s fine.” you moved to pick out some clothes.

“so, i was wondering. are you a virgin?” you froze mid hanger toss and your attention snapped to her. you could practically feel the shift of giselle’s uninterested eyes to her’s now, glaring at attention. you were never one who was gifted at lying. 

“uh, yeah. i guess.” you mumbled out and mina let out a high pitched giggle. 

“aww that’s so cute, no wonder that guy likes you.” this time you completely dropped your clothes. 

“huh?” you flushed bright red, your thoughts instantly going towards the boy with the sharp eyes. 

“yeah, jake told me.” she said, far too brightly. 

“really?” i asked. the genuine hope in your voice made you inwardly cringe at your own desperation. 

“yup, so we better get going soon!” mina sweeped out of the room and you tried to get yourself together. putting your favorite outfit on, that showed a little more skin then usual, and finishing up your makeup. as you grabbed your purse to follow behind mina, you could’ve sworn you heard a whisper come from behind you. giselle. 

pathetic.

the party was generic, filled with drugs and alcohol and young adults grinding on each other. you were eager to find the designated smoke room and texted sunoo to let him know you were there. as you began walking towards what you assumed was the east wing, this house was bigger than any you’d ever been in, mina hooked her arm in yours. 

“you meeting our friends?” an ounce at irritation flared up at her words, our? 

“yeah, sunoo told me where they were.” she just smiled and let you lead the way, which you did with reluctance. swinging open what you assumed was the right door, you were met with the signature smell of jake’s weed and cheers. 

“where you been!” jake let out as he stumbled up and pulled you into a tight hug. you giggled as he shook you back and forth with sunoo shouting protests behind him. jungwon gave you a small wave as the two other boys dragged you to their couch, laughter still bubbling up within you. you were rarely this happy. still reeling from their exciting welcome, you ignored ni-ki’s usual glare and gave him a genuine smile and wave. 

“its bong night, you ever smoke from one sweetheart?” sunoo asked, brushing your hair from your forehead. not wanting to be ostracized, you nodded your head in an unconvincing agreeance. the other boys oooh’d in ‘oh really?’s with one being far less forgiving of the unconvincing fib. 

“little liar, of course she hasn’t” ni-ki’s harsh voice cut through the air. “gonna have to teach her just like last time.” like cold water you were instantly knocked out of your giddy mood and visibly deflated. this only seemed to irritate him more. “oh don’t do that shit, it’s annoying.” you were never one to control your emotions. it was one of the reasons people found it so easy to poke at your insecurities and weak spots. you hated yourself for it. you were completely aware that it was a weakness, but could never bring yourself to control it. this was one of those moments. the hot shame of embarrassment crept its way from your gut as your eyes welled against your will. the guys actually seemed to be at loss. sunoo glared at ni-ki and rubbed slow circles on your back, but it was painfully obvious none of them had dealt with this before. the cherry on top was mina’s silent, cold glare you could feel penetrating your spine. ni-ki let out a large sigh before crushing his cigarette and opening his arms. drunk at the possibility of acceptance, and the fact that against all odds, mina told you he had feelings for you, you allowed yourself to be scooped in his arms like putty. it was humiliating how quickly you were at ease. he had long, rather large arms that encased you and made you feel comforted. as the conversation caught back up again, you completely relaxed into his arms and allowed him to occasionally blow smoke into your face. 

the rest of the night went well with more humiliation being limited to having to kiss jake in truth or dare. that you could deal with. still giddy off of ni-ki’s skinship, your head had been in the cloud the entire time. the party had significantly calmed down and sunoo was ready to head home causing you to begin to look for mina and sunghoon. sunghoon had been doing his own thing the whole party, and mina had left the smoking room a bit ago. giving your goodbyes to sunoo, jake, and jungwon, you made your way down the stairs feeling triumphant when you did in fact, not fall. you scoured the party only seeing sunghoon’s tall figure in the corner, no mina in sight. you pushed past people to make your over to him.

“uh, sorry to interrupt.” you said hesitantly as sunghoon and jay talked. sunghoon immediately turned to you,

“no worries, whats up.”

“I think I’m ready to go home if that’s okay.” sunghoon put his beer bottle in jay’s hands and he gleefully downed the rest for him.

“yeah sure, just go find mina and we’ll leave.” you nodded and moved to search the party once more. you were having far more trouble placing were mina was as the house was rather large and mina was quite a bit shorter then sunghoon. walking down a hallway, you got away from the music a bit and could think a bit clearer. the weed from earlier though still clouded you mind, so the sounds of moaning didn’t quite reach your ears before you turned another corner and your heart dropped. mina’s back was to you, but her long dark hair was the first thing you saw. the second? ni-ki’s piercing dark eyes. with one hand up her shirt and the other shoved under her skirt, his eyes snapped straight to yours with his mouth clearly occupied. you watched frozen as mina pressed herself further into him and he used a hand to shove her head in between his shoulder and neck. his eyes never leaving yours, you watched as he smirked devilishly and undid the only tie holding mina’s shirt up causing her to moan into him and her shirt to flutter to the ground. you could feel bile begin to rise up into your throat as you finally tore yourself away from the horrid sight and stumbled back the way you came. your breathing rapidly increased as you felt saliva fill your mouth and vomit fell on the wooden floor of the hallway, mina’s moans still bouncing along the walls. in daze, you began stumbling out of the party and ran into sunghoon waiting outside. he looked up from his phone and immediately cringed at your appearance.

“dude… what happened?” you swallowed dryly and wiped some of the bile from your mouth with hand as tears welled in your eyes.

“I uh, I don’t think mina’s coming.” 

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the thoughts were all consuming. you weren’t special. you were average like you’ve been your whole life. no one would give you the attention you wanted and no one would give you a second glance. mina walked into the dorm in the early hours of that morning, stopping by you and giselle’s shared room to poke her head in. she scoffed at your appearance, covers shoved to the end of the bed, the dress you had worn that night still on, and makeup smeared with bile still on your face. you knew cause you hadn’t been able to sleep. you just laid awake, staring at the wall as giselle’s snores broke apart your blank thoughts. 

you’re not special

[gyuuberryy]

break the ice

pairing: tsundere!sunghoon x reader

summary: sunghoon shows that he dislikes your presence most of the time, but secretly he really appreciates your kind gestures. maybe he should’ve reciprocated it instead of pushing you away completely, because the aftermath was not pretty.

genre: tsundere and sunshine trope

warnings: lots of angst, fluff, mean!sunghoon, yelling, crying, toxic family relationship, slight mention of violence and divorce, very very very little swearing, lowercase intended

note: my first enhypen fic!!!!! i’m so excited to share this with you guys. this went a bit different than the prompt i made the poll on but it’s basically the same thing. enjoy! (also i might sound desperate but PLEASE interact with me i really need more friends here AHAHAhhhh)

word count: 3k ish

If you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

a hand slammed on top of the wooden table where sunghoon’s head rested atop his arms. he slowly looked up, already knowing who it would be since you were the only one who ever approached him. 

“hi hoonie!”, you beamed at him in excitement. your nickname for him made his eyebrows furrow slightly, but he didn’t let his annoyance completely show on his stoic face.

“it’s early morning, why are you so happy?”, he grumbled.

you completely ignored his unenthusiastic response and placed a brown disposable box in front of him.

“i made some simple fried rice, i was running a bit late today.” you smiled and slid the box towards him when he didn’t react, “i hope you don’t mind!” 

when he realised that you weren’t going to move if he didn’t take the box, he sighed and stuffed it inside his schoolbag. your smile widened at his gesture but immediately fell when you looked at your watch.

“oh no i’m running late for my next class.” you waved at him, “i’ll see you at lunch!” 

sunghoon’s eyes followed your figure as you pushed past the people crowding at the entrance of the classroom and dashed off. his eyes glazed over in thought as he contemplated about why you even put up with him everyday, afterall you were a really jolly person who’s loved by everyone. and he, he was just loner with no emotions everso.

you both had met each other at the beginning of high school. you had approached him when you found him sitting alone at lunch on the first day. you mistook it for him being lonely but he pushed himself away from everyone on purpose. since then you’ve always been around him, constantly playing the part of a friend he didn’t ask for but secretly appreciated. he still remembers how upset you were when you found out he started skipping lunch in senior year, so you started making lunch for him everyday.

he sighed once again when his phone’s screen lit up with your text message. 

y/n:

hiii

i’m so sorry i won’t be able to visit you during lunch today TT

i have the club meeting for robotics

enjoy your lunch&lt;333

and don’t forget to recycle your lunchbox!!

Read:11:20AM

his lips turned up slightly at the cheery tone of your text, brightening his mood a bit.

the soles of his worn out shoes crunched on the fallen leaves as sunghoon sluggishly walked on the pavement. the cool january breeze blew gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps on his skin. he looked above him and watched as the sun sunk into the sky, lighting up into flames of orange and yellow which set the wispy clouds ablaze. he was broken out of his peaceful gazing by the shouts of his name. he paid no heed to it and continued walking towards the bus stop. stiffening when a hand grabbed his arm, he turned his head.

“hoon did you not hear me?”, you gasped out, panting for breath. falling into step with him you giggled, “i need to start running, i get tired so easily.”

sunghoon gave no reaction and continued to walk in silence. you noticed that he hadn’t made any attempt of moving your hand away from his arm and cheered mentally at the progress. observing his features, you frowned in worry becauset his eyes had dark circles under them and his lips looked really chapped. 

“did you not sleep well last night?” you jogged up in front of him and grabbed his face, “gosh your eyes are swollen.” 

sunghoon’s cheeks slowly turned a light shade of pink at the gentle way you were holding his face. he immediately pushed your hands away and resumed his walking, slightly increasing his pace so that you would not see him blushing. you eventually caught up with him and handed him a beige coloured lip balm stick.

“use this for your lips. i swear they’ll become smooth and soft overnight, just like they were!” you attempted to make a serious face but it looked more funny, “and drink lots of water, this is a sign that you’re dehydrated.”

sunghoon watched you carefully as you babbled on about some home remedy to get rid of dark circles, the ever present blank expression etched onto his face. he felt something bubble up inside of him that happened every time at the fact that you noticed even the slightest change that he went through. he felt cared for.

“thank you”, he spoke out softly.

you stopped in the middle of your sentence and your eyes widened at his words. this was probably the first time he ever said the words ‘thank you’ to you. you felt like you had achieved some sort of big accomplishment and your face immediately broke out into a wide smile.

this feeling lasted like a warm blanket over you both the entire day.

you had to miss out lunch once again the next week due to another robotics club meeting, which you were the vice president of. you had a free period currently so you decided to look for sunghoon since he was in the same class. after you found him missing from the classroom, you decided to go look for him at the benches he usually has his lunch at. maybe he decided to stretch it a bit longer?

you stopped on your way at a vending machine and got him his favourite cold coffee. smiling to yourself, you resumed walking. the school dance was coming up soon and you really wanted to attend it with sunghoon. so, you were going to do everything possible to get him to like you enough to be your date. and recently he had been slightly reciprocating your advances.

your face lit up when you found sunghoon right where you thought he would be. you were just about to call his name but stopped when you saw him holding the bento box you had given him today. you decided to watch secretly to see his reaction after eating the food cooked by you. he had never really given you any feedback about it, only taking the lunchboxes from you with a small huff.

your smile dropped when you saw him walk towards a dustbin and roughly throw the box in it. was the food not good? are you not hungry?

“do you do this every day?”

it looks like you voiced this thought out because sunghoon turned around and looked at you like a deer caught in headlights. this was probably the most noticeable expression you had ever seen on his usually blank face.

“are you okay? your eyes look really red.”

sunghoon remained quiet and just looked blankly at you. why did you still care about him when you clearly caught him throwing your food away. why were you the only one who was nice to him? he was trying really hard to control himself from lashing out on you but he couldn’t help it when you reached out to grab his face.

“will you stop this”, he yelled out in frustration.

“calm down hoonie-”

“stop it, just stop it!” he spat out in anger, “my name is sunghoon.”

just when you were about to open your mouth to say something, he cut you off once again.

“i’m so sick of everyone and everything. sick of you.”

a look of hurt momentarily flashed across your face as he pushed your hand away, but you immediately replaced it with a look of concern.

“what's wrong sunghoon? you never behave like this.”

“what’s wrong is that you won’t leave me alone.” he threw his arms in the air, “you’ve been constantly glued to me like a leech and i’m so damn sick of you.” 

you felt as if your heart was being run over by a bulldozer at his exclamations. you tried really hard not to cry in front of him but you were sure he had noticed your glossed over eyes. 

“you don’t mean that-”

“yes i do”, he gritted out. “and yes, i throw your food away everyday. i don’t want your meaningless pity.”

he watched as streams of tears rolled down your cheeks. 

he watched as the girl he cared for cried silently in front of him.

you bit your lip to prevent an ugly sob from bursting out, “i’ll leave you alone then, if that’s what you think about my feelings for you.” 

looking down at your shoes you walked towards the dustbin and chucked the bottle of cold coffee you had bought for him inside it. “might as well throw this away since you don’t want my pity do you.”

tears blurred your vision as you looked at sunghoon one last time and walked away, muttering about how it was a good thing you didn’t ask him out to the dance.

but this did not go unheard by him. 

once you were gone, he dropped to the hard floor on his knees and covered his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater as he sobbed. he had done it once again. he pushed away one of the few people who truly cared about him.

his tears dropped to the floor, creating wet patches. and his heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

once again.

today was a very happy day for sunghoon. he had finally gotten rid of what was troubling him the most. 

now he had finally decided to apologise and make it up to you. 

the past few days had been torture for him. he deeply regretted acting out like that the other day. he felt like he was going crazy without your presence and whenever he saw you around school, you turned the other way and avoided him, making him feel even worse. he finally understood your importance. and maybe even about his feelings for you.

people looked at him in shock as he weaved through the crowd at the corridors with a bright smile on his face. the park sunghoon, who was always depressed was smiling today? this was shocking for sunghoon himself, but he couldn’t stop imagining what your reaction would be when he would ask you out to the dance.

he walked into the class where your first period took place and found you looking out the window with your chin on your fist. you were silently gazing outside, lost in your thoughts while your friends were excitedly talking about the dance. 

their chatter immediately died down to whispers upon sunghoon’s arrival. his figure loomed over you, blocking the sunlight, but you made no effort to look up. he cleared his throat awkwardly when you remained unmoving from your position.

“what?”, you grumbled out.

sunghoon felt something pull at his heart when he saw you turn around. he noticed how puffy your eyes were and how your face had red irritated scratches from constantly rubbing it. a wave of guilt washed over him as he realised that he was probably the cause for it.

“hi”, he spoke out meekly.

you were surprised to find him standing in front of you because you did not expect him to talk let alone even approach after what he did last week. you were even more surprised at the fact that he had a shy expression on his face. he did not look like the cold boy he usually was.

you scowled, “what do you want sunghoon?”

he flinched at the lack of your use of his nickname and your cold tone. your usually bright and cheery persona took a complete turn today. it wasn’t your fault though, he expected this reaction after what he did to you the other day.

a perplexed look overtook your features as you watched him place a glittery, yellow, heart shaped box in front of you. this emanated giggles from your friends, making sunghoon rub the back of his neck nervously.

“i’m really sorry for the other day.” he gulped, “i baked some cookies for you. i don’t know if they’re nice since it was my first time so..” he trailed off at the blank look you had on your face. 

“you really remind me of the colour yellow so i-”

“sunghoon please stop.” you sighed, “you told me i was clingy so i stopped approaching you.”

“i didn’t-”

“i really don’t understand why you’re doing this now”, you cut him off. “just go away.” with that, you turned back to the window.

sunghoon was just about to reply when the ringing of the bell interrupted him. he panicked as everyone moved around to settle in their seats. he had no choice but to leave now. 

with a heavy heart, he walked out of the class

you were filling your bottle at the water cooler when someone tapped your shoulder. you were kind of hoping it was sunghoon, but when you turned around you were met with jake. he was the president of the robotics club you were a part of.

“hi y/n”, he gave you a toothy grin.

you smiled back, “hey jake! what's up?”

your eyes widened when he grabbed your hand and placed a big bar of chocolate. 

“i really like you and want to take you to the dance.” his grin widened, “will you go with me?” 

before you could comprehend what was happening a voice laced with poison spoke up behind you.

“no she won’t.”

the voice belonged to sunghoon who grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you away from jake. you shook his grip off of you when he stopped at the benches where you would meet up with him at lunch.

“what the hell sunghoon? why did you bring me here?”

he didn’t respond and only stared at you with a furious glint in his eye. his face was twisted up into an angry expression as he questioned you.

“were you going to go with him?”

you scoffed in disbelief, “why do you even care? aren’t you sick of me?” 

sunghoon’s face fell at your words that repeated what he said to you the other day. he remained silent and just stared at your face. you closed your eyes and shook your head.

“just stay out of my business if you don’t care about me”

you had just turned around to walk away when a pair of hands snaked around your waist and pulled you back into a warm chest.

“i’m sorry, please stay”, sunghoon’s voice came out muffled as his face was buried in your shoulder. 

you were sure that your heart was going to explode any moment now from the intimate position you both were in. sunghoon had barely ever even held your hand and now he was back hugging you. you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing like a beet.

“w-what are you doing?”

sunghoon panicked and immediately removed his hands from you, assuming that he was making you uncomfortable. you frowned at the loss of contact and turned around.

“sunghoon, you’re really confusing me.”

he froze for a few moments then took a deep breath and began his explanation.

“that day..” he looked you in the eyes, “i didn’t mean anything i said.”

you looked at him intently, urging him to continue.

“you know how my parents got divorced last year right?”

you nodded. his mom was really toxic and controlling and used to emotionally abuse sunghoon’s dad. she was an alcoholic and sometimes lost control of herself leading to her showcasing violent behaviour. with the support of their friends and family, sunghoon’s dad had finally gained enough courage to divorce her.

“yeah so my mom has been fighting for custody of my little sister.” his voice cracked, “and at that time things looked good for her.”

he sniffed and looked down at his feet, “neither my sister nor did we want her to live with my mom. she would’ve ruined her life as well.”

“i took my anger out on you instead and i feel really horrible about it. you’ve been nothing but kind to me since day one, even after how coldly i treated you.”

his eyes welled up with tears and turned red as he tried to stop himself from crying. he looked so broken and hurt right now, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him. and so you did.

wrapping your arms around his torso you tried to calm him down by rubbing his back. he slowly reciprocated your gesture

you spoke softly, “i’m so sorry you had to go through this hoon. you and your family deserve none of this”

he sighed in relief at your reuse of his nickname and tightened his grip around you. your words were simple, but comforted him like no other.

“it’s okay, everything is fine now. my dad won the case and i finally feel relieved for once.”

you pulled back from him at the revelation and smiled in glee.

“really? that’s amazing, i’m so happy for you!”

you were back to your normal, jolly personality which sent a surge of joy through sunghoon, making him give you a full smile. you gasped in surprise.

“oh my god, your smile is so pretty!”

sunghoon’s cheeks turned rosy at your compliment and shyly buried his face in the crook of your neck, making you giggle. who knew a boy who behaved so coldly was such a softie.

“i never threw out your food by the way, except for that day because i had no appetite”, he stated guiltily. “you are an amazing cook.”

“thank you sunghoon, but”, you paused. “i don’t think we can be friends.”

sunghoon pulled away from you in alarm. did he mess things up that badly?

“not after those amazing cookies you gave me.” you pecked his cheek softly, “you have to promise to be mine.”

sunghoon chuckled in relief, “you really got me there.” 

“i promise to be yours, love.”

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[ ⟡​ ] — NEEDY 4 U,,

NSFW under the cut! ⊹ Heeseung x Reader

✦ [warnings – masturbation, cumming, swearing, oral (m receiving), fake fantasies]

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"mm-fuck baby, ah! You're too good to me." Heeseung praised your mouth working up and down his cock, getting him closer and closer to his high. He glanced down at you through his tired eyes, being met with the sight of you taking his length down your throat so well.

Looking away before it became too much for him, fuck he was close, so ready to shoot his cum down your throat and make you swallow. His hands went down to gently grip your hair, gathering it to make a half ass pony tail as he used the leverage to push your head down further.

"mm-mmm~ fuck!" Heeseungs abs started to tense, his whole body feeling like it was on fire, all due to your pretty little warm mouth. He felt the way your tongue worked him perfectly, running along the veins on his shaft, teasing his tip with your lips, you knew exactly how to get him worked up. His balls tightened as he felt himself tip off the edge.

"mm-ah! fuckfuckfuck-" his head span as he began to see stars. Thick ropes of hot, white cum were shot down your throat, only satisfying Seung more when you swallowed and licked up every last drop. His chest rose and fell, attempting to catch his breath that was taken by that intense orgasm. "ahhhhh fuck baby."

His eyes finally opened.

Heeseung's vision was cloudy, head spinning from his eyes being screwed shut for so long. Yet again, being met with a disappointing, shameful sight.

His hand and stomach covered in semen, sweat dripping from his forehead, and his phone laying next to him, your contact open.

Fuck, he did it again. All wrapped up in his own thoughts and fantasies of you, ending with him being a tired, needy mess. You'd texted him a few hours ago when he was busy, just asking how he was and all that. He hadn't responded yet, coming home and immediately relieving himself to the thought of you.

"I'm great thanks, what're you up to tn?"

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THIS WAS SHORT I KNOW I just wanted to upload SOMETHING for enhypen hehe. My first Jake onehsot is nearly done hehe and I'm planning my Sunoo series so :D stay tuned hehe merci 🫶🏻

[woahsehun]

☆ enhypen texts ☆

- sending them “I love my boyfriend” memes - pt.1

members - heeseung, jay, and jake

link to pt.2 at the bottom of the post :)

includes - fluff, crack, mentions of kissing and whatever, and I always try to do gender neutral reader but if I slip up sometimes I’m sorry! <3

also gonna note that when I say “I love my boyfriend” memes I mean that very loosely lmaooo

*reminder that I do not write for niki

anyways, enjoy besties ilu 🫶

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heeseung

jay

jake

*additional jake texts I’m putting separately bc they’re not really gender neutral

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alright that is all for now :)

I hope you all enjoyed, and if you did here’s pt.2 with sunghoon, sunoo, and jungwon ☺️

have a great day/night everyone ! 🫶💗

[soobnny]

24 hour stream — lhs.

trope. established relationship. streamer!au

synopsis. you think it’s adorable how heeseung seems to be fighting his exhaustion in favor of being with you as you finish your twenty-four hour stream (1.1k words)

[4:27 AM]

The monitor of your computer is bright, reflecting rather harshly on your face as you fight to keep awake while entertaining chat. The room is much lonelier than it was hours ago – Winter and Ningning had dropped by earlier to join you for your stream, playing in real life games and taste testing hot wings on different scales of spicy. 

They left with Winter’s upset stomach grumbling and Ningning laughing as she escorted the pair of them back to their shared home. After they left, you decided to queue up some Valorant to shave some time off of your 24-hour goal. 

Currently, your clock is mockingly situated by your set-up, screaming the time and reminding you that you only have a few hours left until you’ve accomplished your 24-hour stream. You had long finished Valorant and were just talking to chat, searching for another game that you could play by yourself that’s still entertaining to the people viewing your stream.

To battle the exhaustion and tiredness in your system (with the hint of a headache you had briefly mentioned to chat), you decide that playing a horror game would be an appropriate choice. Chat’s been requesting you do a horror stream for a while, and you realize now might be a good time to do it.

You first hear it midgame, when you’ve paused to recover from the horrifying monster design that was chasing your character. Your head snaps towards the direction of your door, staring at it to see if you’ve heard right. Thinking that it was just part of the background soundtrack of the game, you turn back to your monitor.

The second time, it’s unmistakable. 

“I think someone’s knocking on my door, chat.”

As if to confirm your suspicions, the knocks come back and in goes Lee Heeseung, your bleary and half-asleep boyfriend who makes his way towards where you’re sat.

“Hi!” You greet him, surprised he was still awake at this hour. He had just done a long stream and finished only a few hours ago – you assumed he wouldn’t be awake until afternoon. Maybe something had woken him up? 

It doesn’t take long before Heeseung’s plaguing your monitor with his presence, breezing his lips across your forehead to press a soft kiss on your cold skin. Then, placing a careful hand on your shoulder, he hands you a newly refilled bottle of water and a pill. 

“Here, take some medicine.” Heeseung pays no mind to chat, pushing his hand in your direction and offering you a strict gaze before a warm smile follows. You take it from him confused, staring down at it before you look back at your boyfriend. “You came here just to give me medicine?” 

“You mentioned on-stream that your head was aching.”

“You were watching my stream?” Even after years of being in a relationship with Heeseung, he never failed to trigger your heart into a million cartwheels. 

Heeseung hums, eyelids starting to drop again and your heart warms at the sight of him trying to fight it. “Now drink up and get better, okay?” You nod your head, placing the medicine on your tongue before swallowing it down.

“Oh, it’s so cold.” You say in amusement when your hands make contact with the bottled water, immediately placing it down by your side after taking a few gulps. Then, your lips drop into a pout, holding onto his hand which he happily offers. “Babe, I’m so tired.” 

“Do you want coffee?” Heeseung offers thoughtfully, looking down at you and giving you every bit of his attention despite exhaustion chasing after him. 

“No, I don’t think so.”

“I can make you one. No?” 

You hum. “It’s okay.”

“Alright. Are you cold?” 

“Only a little.”

It seems your response triggers Heeseung to leave your room briefly (not without a kiss on the crown of your head) before coming back with one of his hoodies, wrapping you in its incredibly soft cloth. 

Your boyfriend’s sweet gestures don’t go unnoticed, causing an instant frenzy in your chat.

heeyn4ever: the way i cried

imgaylol: MUST BE NICE

breadlover: where’d my toaster go

gardenclub: my therapist cant help me but heeseung could

Trying not to disturb you and your stream any further, he gently pulls another chair from your room, dragging it towards where you’re seated before plopping down – just enough so he isn’t really seen on your stream.

“Hi chat.” Heeseung greets your chat respectfully, waving and blinking a few times to try and let their comments and responses sink in. “Sorry for stealing my girlfriend for a bit.” 

“You’re staying?”

“Figured you could use some company.”

You smile gratefully at him, feeling him lean his head against your shoulder, tired eyes fixed on the screen of your monitor and urging you to continue the game you had been playing earlier so he didn’t disturb chat. Your fingers rest on the controllers, pressing the necessary buttons to navigate through the map. One of Heeseung’s hands is cradling the back of your head, and every once in a while, he would brush the stubborn pieces of hair in front of your face and place a sweet kiss on the side of your head. 

His eyes open again after closing them briefly, leaning comfortably against your shoulder and following along your character in the game. You adore him, and you think he’s so adorable, and you can tell he’s extremely tired. You can tell because he keeps yawning, eyes disengaged from time to time as he goes over chat. 

Sensing your gaze, Heeseung slowly looks back at you. His lips twitch into a smile. He murmurs, voice heavy with fatigue. “Why’d you stop playing?”

“I can’t seem to get past this part.” 

“Here, let me help you.”

You pause to widen your smile. “Hee, you don’t have to. I know you’re tired. You should get to bed.” He stares at you, eyes droopy and warm as you speak. His pink lips form into a gentle pout at your words. 

“How many hours left til your stream ends?”

“Just 6 hours more.”

“I can handle 6 hours. I’ll just be quietly sitting here if you need anything.” Heeseung waves goodbye to chat before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead as he moves away again.

[10:00 AM] 

Your 24-hour stream ends, and as promised, Heeseung is seated by you. He endured the long hours to make sure he was there if you needed anything — food, water, or just his company as someone you can talk to so you wouldn’t fall asleep.

His ears perk up when you bid farewell to chat, and then he’s standing.

“Bye, chat.” His hand comes into your monitor’s view, waving politely. When you shut off your stream, Heeseung is quick to pick you up in his arms. “I finally have you to myself.” 

“Mhm, all yours again.”

“Never wanna share you with chat for 24 hours again. No more 24 hour streams.”

“Never wanna share you with chat for 24 hours again. No more 24 hour streams.” 

[panjakes]

Can I get dad!Yoongi comes back from tour and his daughter and black wife come pick him up from the airport? Also I love your writing❤️

Thank you!!!❤️🫶🏼

Yoongi couldn’t wait for this damn plane to land and everyone could tell. Jimin who was sitting next to him smirked before nudging him a bit.

“Can’t wait too see the family?” He asks

“It’s been a while since I’ve physically seen them…and I just wanna be in my bed” he mumbles making jimin laugh

“Yeah I feel you” jimin says making yoongi side eye him

“Well, on the bed part” jimin says making yoongi nod and chuckle

Before he could respond the flight attendant announced they would be landing soon. Yoongi didn’t wait to pull out his phone sending you a quick text.

Not wasting time to get his overhead bag and getting into the isle to get off the plane. The rest of the members laughing at his excitement

After being the first person off the plane, yoongi did wait for his members who met him inside the airport.

Staring down at the watch on his wrist looking at the time

“Are you going to eat? I want food” jungkook says as the rest of the members walk over to yoongi

“Took you long enough” yoongi mumbles taking the sunglasses off his face

“We get it! You miss the family! Gosh” Jin says rolling his eyes as they start to walk

“Don’t be upset because you don’t have your own family to go home to.” Yoongi mumbles

Yoongi looked around the empty airport. It was slightly dark outside and there was surprisingly no cameras and no army inside which he was glad for

He looked down at his phone to see where you parked.

Stepping outside in front of the airport yoongi and the guys looked around for you and the tiny angel.

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile when he looked over across the street and seen you holding your three year old daughter who was holding a sign with different colors and sparkles.

“Mommy!! It’s daddy!” He heard her scream

“I know babygirl! Let’s go get him” you say smiling at her

Yoongi waited for the two of you to cross the street. Your daughter kicked her legs ready to get out your arms and into yoongi's.

"daddy!! Hi!" She shouts waving her tiny hand

"Hi princess" Yoongi says pulling you and the small child into a hug. Leaning over to kiss your forehead then your daughters. Yoongi sighs in relief at finally being home

"Look!" Your daughter says holding up the sign she made almost hitting you with it

"she insisited that we make you a sign" You say playfully rolling your eyes

"It pretty?" she ask looking at yoongi with her big wide eyes. He chuckles before running his hand through her curls

"Very pretty princess. Whats going on with your hair?" Yoongi asks noticing her hair wasnt in its usual twist or braids with beads

"She gave me a hard time when I tried to do it. So shes rocking the baby fro" You say

"Hey yn you cooking?" Jungkook asks walking over to the three of you

"Excuse you? Cant say hello to my wife?" Yoongi asks

"Dont do that, me and yn are cool like that. I'm just hungry" Jungkook says waving yoongi off

"Uncle Kookie!"

"Hi pea! Where you good for mommy?" He asks taking your daughter from yoongi,

"Yeah!" She screams excitedly

"Yeah Im cooking but it'll be later. Me and ava had pancakes" You say pushing her air out of her face

"Yeah later, now go away so I can have my family to myself" Yoongi says grabbing ava from jungkook

Jungkook glares at him before smacking his lips and looking over at you.

"He cried the third day on tour because he said he missed you guys" Jungkook says pointing at yoongi who smacks his lips

"I did not" Yoongi says

"He did, the stylist had to redo his makeup he was crying so much" Jungkook says making yoongi push him a little bit

"Get out of here" He says making jungkook laugh and leave

"I did not cry" Yoongi mumbles

"well Ava did" you say making her gasp

“Mommy! Stop!” She says feeling embarrassed

“Yeah mommy stop! She’s a big girl” yoongi says making your daughter agree

“Yeah whatever, get in the car I know your tired” you say patting his back

“Daddy can we play?” Ava asks

“Ava daddy’s tired you can play tomorrow” you say walking over to the car

“No tomorrow” she says pouting as yoongi puts her into her car seat

“It’s okay princess we can play all night” yoongi says kissing her forehead making her giggle

You shrug going over to the drivers side to open it but yoongi quickly shuts it and shakes his head

“What’re you doing?” You ask

“I’m driving” he says

“No baby your tired. I can drive” you say

Yoongi ignores you taking the keys from your hand and pushes you over to the passenger. You sigh and obey anyway.

The car ride home was filled with you filling yoongi in on what happened while he was gone. Everything was about Ava but yoongi was glad to hear.

Once you three were settled inside the house, Ava immediately pulled yoongi too her big pink purple and yellow room filled with every toy a three year old could have

While you were in the kitchen you couldn’t help but smile as you heard Ava’s loud giggles. Sooner or later the giggles were no longer heard.

Just as you turned off the stove, you walk upstairs to Ava’s room to find yoongi in her tiny bed and her in his lap. You take out your phone taking a pictures smiling. You knew he was tired.

Before you could wake him up you heard someone knock on the door. You go down the stairs to open it to find jungkook

“Oh so you was serious about getting this plate” you say letting him in

“Of course! Where’s yonngi and Pea?” He asks

“Asleep. They played for about two hours” you say going to make his plate

“Really? Alright I won’t bother y’all. I’ll get my plate and go” jungkook says following you too the kitchen

“Take some to jimin and taehyung” you say handing him the extra plates

“Nah I think I’ll keep them to myself” he says laughing

“Bye jungkook” you say laughing

“Bye Yn! Thanks for the food” he says opening the door and leaving.

You make yoongi and Ava’s plate putting them in the microwave knowing they’d probably wake up at the same time and want to eat.

After cleaning the kitchen you go back to Ava’s room to check on the two. They were still sleeping just in a new position that made you laugh.

Yoongi was on his back with his feet hanging off the end off the tiny bed with Ava laying on his back.

You don’t say anything. You just take another picture and go to your bedroom. Quickly showering and getting dressed.

Getting into the bed yoongi wasn’t far behind

“Wassup baby” you say making him glare at you

“Ain’t no wassup, why didn’t you wake me up to get in the REAL bed” he says making you chuckle

“You looked comfortable so I left you alone” you say shrugging

“Bullshit. You know that plastic bullcrap isn’t comfortable. Plus Ava kicked me in the mouth” he says rubbing at his jaw

“How?” You ask chuckling

“I don’t know but I do know I’m going to bed” he says climbing into the bed throwing his arm around your waist

“Okay goodnight” you say turning off your lamp and turning you attention back to Netflix

Soon enough yoongi was back lightly snoring and you were watching some reality show on Netflix. Not even 25 minutes later Ava came into the room with a pout

“Mommy!! Daddy left again!” She says sadly

“No he didn’t he’s right here baby” you say pointing to the sleeping man

She peeks over and immediately runs over to the big king size bed. She tries her hardest to get into the bed but she just couldn’t so she pats yoongis leg

“Daddy! Help” she says making you giggle at her cute little voice

Yoongi groans grabbing her from under her arms and putting her in between the two off you. He kisses her forehead and pats her stomach

“Go to sleep pea” he mumbles

“Okay” she mumbles snuggling closer to yoongi

You smile at the two before turning the tv off and snuggle into your daughter and yoongi.