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milkhoon · 7 months ago

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Freak — L. Heeseung

⋆ 𐙚 ₊ 𓂃 Pairing: Nerd!Heeseung (Evan) x AFAB!Reader

⋆ 𐙚 ₊ 𓂃 Synopsis: You’ve heard a rumour about the university freak, but is he a freak when all he ever do is just existing? Well, maybe he is. In another term.

⋆ 𐙚 ₊ 𓂃 Content warning: Heeseung as Evan. Nerd and shy Hee, afab readear, mention of bullying a bit (Heeseung or Evan being called freak and people not really befriending him), smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, cream pie, slow porn plotting and weird details, mild choking, name calling (doll, princess, good girl, slut). Let me know if I miss any.

⋆ 𐙚 ₊ 𓂃 Word count: 4k

⋆ 𐙚 ₊ 𓂃 Okay, this is obviously my very first post here and it’s a special one cause I write this for my best friend, my baby sister. She asked for this so I hope I won’t disappoint her. Pardon me and my typos or grammatical error too, not beta read yet and English is not my first language. Happiest birthday, A! We all love you so much. May your days get even better after this. XOXO.

You have often heard whispers about a “freak” on your campus, but the identity of this figure remained elusive amidst the sea of eccentric individuals inhabiting this quaint little community. It wasn’t until a group project assignment from your professor that you were thrust into an unexpected partnership with a certain Evan.

“Wow, he’s utterly heartless! How could he match you with a freak?” your closest friends exclaimed, perplexed by the professor’s choice.

“A freak?” you queried, raising an inquisitive brow at your friend’s assertion.

“Yes, a freak. Evan is infamous for his weirdness,” your friend continued. "Just observe his attire! Exceptionally dated with thick-rimmed glasses framing his face. And let’s not forget his near-silent demeanor! He rarely engages with anyone!” she elucidated, noting the perplexity on your face.

Was that enough justification for everyone to label Evan as a freak? Who’s to say that the man isn’t simply reserved? Or perhaps he struggles with mental health issues that remain enigmatic to others? You found the rumor weird instead.

“Perhaps he’s just shy. That’s all," you attempted to brush off your friend’s remarks, bidding farewell politely and veering towards a different corridor.

Your destination was to seek out Evan. Absent from the class for undisclosed reasons, your intuition guided you to the library, rumored to be the sanctuary for the misfits and intellectuals alike.

“Hi… you are Evan, right?” you ventured, addressing the figure that resembled your friend’s description. Clad in an old fashioned clothes — an oversized woolen sweater paired with threadbare denims, complemented by circular spectacles framing his slender frame.

Your outstretched hand hesitated momentarily as Evan stood frozen in place, a bewildered and startled expression etched across his features. His eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh, I’m sorry. I am (Y/N). We were meant to attend the same class earlier, yet you were absent. Our professor assigned us a collaborative project. I propose we talk about AI and its impact on artists. Though it may sound cliché, the subject matter is currently hot and widely discussed, right?”

Evan’s ears rang with a deafening silence that drowned out your words, his body tensed in an icy grip. His gaze remained fixed upon your countenance, a figure that had often pervaded his reveries with its ethereal allure.

“Yeah, hot and widely discussed,” he echoed, not in concurrence but to describe the allure you exuded. Hot. Sexy and attractive. Unbeknownst to you, Evan’s subconscious prompted him to discreetly graze his inner cheek, restraining a stray droplet of saliva.

“Great! Let’s meet at Cafe XX this afternoon since we agreed on our project’s topic then!" you said — or rather, not realizing what the man in front of you was thinking. You reached into your bag for a moment and handed him your card, “My number is written here. Call me if you need anything!”

Accepting the card timidly, Evan nodded meekly, he didn’t want you to think he looked stupid.

“Bye, Evan!” you waved a final farewell, departing the library’s confines.

Evan held the business card you gave him. Y/N. Y/F/N. He brought the card closer to his nose and breathed in your lingering scent. Sweet.

You were supposed to meet with Evan this afternoon as per your agreement, but suddenly, a heavy rain shower engulfed the earth without any warning. The sky, previously serene, now bore the burden of heavy rain, casting a pall of uncertainty over the horizon and your heart.

The task needed to be completed within a week, yet you found yourself a day behind the seven-day deadline. You nervously nibbled on your nails, not truly biting, just place the tips of your teeth to your finger. A hint of worry lingered. With one hand holding your phone, you messaged Evan.

You: It seems like we can't work on the task right now. The rain is pouring heavily here. How about tomorrow?

Evan: Oh… Evan: Don't worry. Evan: I can come to your place.

You: My place?

Evan: Don't get me wrong. Evan: I know you can't go out now, so let me. I don't mind the rain. Evan: I mean for us to finish the task quickly.

You: Okay. You: Here's my address. Just come up to the second floor. It's the farthest room. Knock when you arrive.

You breathed a sigh of relief. Evan’s idea wasn’t so bad. If you could finalize the concept today, the next six days wouldn’t pose any problem at all.

YY Street. Heeseung was familiar with the address you had sent. No, do not accuse him of being a stalker! He had never stalked anyone. He just happened to have seen you on that street, entering a three-story building.

Heeseung couldn’t fathom where all the sudden courage had come from that led him to offer the idea of coming to your place. It seemed like he had gone mad; you were driving him further into madness. An anxious restlessness consumed him as he made his way towards your place.

Nothing strange would happen. Yes, nothing would happen.

Repeatedly reassuring himself with those words like mantra, he suddenly found himself standing in front of the building where you lived. The taxi he had ordered departed a minute ago. His feet felt heavy, stepping one by one like a fool.

His hand timidly knocked on the door after successfully passing through the lobby guarded by a vigilant security, which only added to his nervousness. It felt akin to meeting a stern future in-law.

He could hear you shouting from inside, not too loudly, before the brown door creaked open slightly, revealing you peering out.

“Hey, Evan!” you greeted him cheerfully, opening the door wider and welcoming him inside.

Nothing strange would happen. Yes, nothing would happen.

Evan followed behind you like a duckling, then opted to sit on the floor instead of the sofa, perhaps because it was closer to the table. You offered him a drink, and in his shy manner, he left the choice to you. So, you made him a cup of hot chocolate. He must have been cold from braving the rain. Afterwards, you sat by his side, unaware of the palpable tension in his breath.

One hour. Two hours. Five hours passed by quickly for you. Evan was undeniably a shy man. He didn’t speak much, and when he tried, his voice came out squeaky and timid. Unconsciously, you giggled along with your cup of hot chocolate. He was adorable. The rumors about him were truly unfounded.

Oh, at least, that’s what you thought until you realized that the rain showed no signs of subsiding. In fact, it intensified, and you noticed that your room heater wasn’t working properly. You should have complained to the management and requested a maintenance visit. The chilly night air seeping in through the window crevices began to make you shiver. The crop top you wore clearly wasn’t helping, but you felt too lazy to change into warmer clothing, especially with a guest present.

Evan glanced in your direction as you hugged yourself, arms crossed and rubbing your sides. Summoning his courage once more, he asked, “Are you cold?”

Your head automatically turned towards him, lips rounding briefly after hearing Evan’s question. His voice didn’t waver like before. You simply nodded. The rain persisted, the room heater wasn’t functioning properly, and your attire wasn’t providing much warmth. Of course, you were cold.

Approaching you, not too closely, he reached for your hand, his much larger hand enveloping yours. You jumped in surprise but allowed him to hold your hand. You were confident he had good intentions, right?

For a few minutes, everything was quiet, but his hand continued to grip yours and stroke it, providing warmth.

His earnest and genuine demeanor touched you, although it was just a simple gesture. Unconsciously, you leaned in, closing the gap between you. He averted his gaze, now looking at you as if asking if you needed something. In a shy gesture, you unexpectedly kissed his cheek.

He froze, you froze. After a soft exhale, you said, “Um… thank you? You’re so sweet. I couldn’t resist, sorry.”

For a moment, he opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, “Thank you?” was all that came out. You nodded.

“Because you helped me feel warmer,” you explained with a smile. He looked down, his ears turning red, a sign of his embarrassment.

“I can help you feel warmer if you want,” Evan offered in a very soft voice, almost inaudible if you weren’t the only two present in the room. If you hadn’t been paying attention or if you hadn’t been unconsciously focused on him all this time.

“How would you warm me up?” you inquired, prompting him to lift his head again. His round eyes sparkled in the light, truly endearing. It was as if he was questioning you and seeking permission. You nodded faintly.

Still with his hands clasped together, Evan cut the distance between you before one hand came under your chin; bringing you into a small kiss. He kissed your lips, then opened his eyes to reveal his round eyes again. Seeing no resistance from you, he continued. Sucking your lips, kissing them gently before his tongue taps your row of teeth—asking permission to enter. You were happy to welcome his tongue, buying it with yours. Fight for dominance for a while until you finally give in. He explores your entire oral cavity. Then you take more until your saliva drips down, until you run out of breath and slap his chest slowly. That’s when he broke the kiss. But it didn’t stop there, he didn’t let you breathe properly because next, he placed small kisses on the side of your jaw, then down to your neck. Giving you the same small kisses but with fewer sucks and nibbles, you couldn’t help but moan. Damn, he’s really good.

He enjoys every inch of your body, not leaving a single inch without being gently touched. Then, he took you onto his lap. His arms are wrapped intimately around your waist while he himself is busy giving licks to your nipples which are starting to perk up because of the cold air and of course because of arousal. He moved his tongue up and down, not finding the fibers of the clothes still wrapped around your body bothering. He only lifted your crop top a little afterward to do the same to the other nipple. This continues until he feels satisfied licking and sucking your nipples. His other hand suddenly slipped into the mini skirt you were wearing, rubbing your thigh gently but moving upwards. Getting closer to the center of your body. Playing with the hem of your panties, moving to the middle and pressing your lips. He could feel the cotton cloth was wet, he smiled crookedly.

You couldn’t open your eyes properly, not with all Evan’s touches everywhere. When you opened your eyes, it was clear that he was looking at you, writhing in amusement. With a charming smile. He would definitely look better without glasses, you thought. Taking off the glasses that framed his face. Choked up when you saw that his face was even more handsome like this, up close. You moved forward, taking him into a deep, hot kiss as you moved back and forth. Grinding on his thighs.

“Slow down, doll. The night is still young,” he insited while restraining your movements by locking your waist. “I will make sure you are ready first, okay?” he continued the activities that were previously disrupted.

This time he didn’t just rub the outside of your underwear but forced his way inside. Play with your clitoris before inserting a finger. Your eyes rolled, a suppressed moan finally coming out. Tears almost coming out.

“Hurts...” you moaned softly, he stroked your hair gently. Trying to calm you down.

“Shhhh... it’s going to hurt more if I don’t do this, you know it well, princess.” that’s what happened before he moved his fingers forward and back, slowly, slowly and then faster with each passing second. He also added two more fingers into your vagina, making scissor-like movements to prepare you. This continues until the walls of your vagina, which at first were very tight and sucked his fingers, making him wince and think about what would happen if he entered you directly, finally twitch.

“I'm close!” you squealed.

“Take it out, doll. Be a good girl and let it out for me.” he murmurs, still continuing to pound your pussy rapidly with his slender fingers. Not long after, the white liquid came out, soaking your panties which weren’t completely removed as well as Evan’s pants which he was still wearing.

With a satisfied smile, Evan pulled out his fingers from your twisted love tunnel, causing you to whimper with the loss of stimulation. You were drenched in your juices and the scent was intoxicating. He cleaned your thighs with a quick sweep of his thumb, savoring the taste before licking it off.

“Good girl,” he praised affectionately while maintaining eye contact, pushing the hair off your face. He leaned in, giving you another sensual, lust-filled kiss, and then positioned his thick, pulsating cock at your entrance.

The hand that had previously clutching your nape now slid up to cup your cheek. He pushed your panties aside and lower his pants. With a practiced ease, he then forced into you with a slick pop, your walls encircling his member. There was a moment of breathlessness, your eyes locking as he began to move within. In and out, filling you with each stroke as your legs gripped him, keeping him close.

The rhythm steadily built, a counterpoint to your growing sounds of delight. Your nails raked at his shoulders, leaving red trails as you clung to him. Then, the pressure within you seemed to reach the breaking point, a build-up of a storm threatening to burst.

Gasping for breath, you cried out, “Evan, I’m going to… I’m going to...”

Evan responded by increasing the pace, pounding into you mercilessly, his own climax beckoning. “Cum for me, doll,” he growled raggedly, the provocative words adding fuel to the fire that burned within.

The storm broke, the walls of yours being constricted violently, your orgasm crashing through. Keened, your nails digging into his skin, body bucking wildly matched his frenzied tempo, giving everything you had. The sheets beneath began to move, twisted and tangled as you chased the pinnacle of pleasure.

With a deep groan, he stiffened, his own culmination arrived, bathing both of you in his hot seed. He remained inside, holding you tightly as he rode the aftershocks.

Evan suddenly flipped you, making your hair spilling across the bed in a disheveled mess. He pulled out of you slowly, leaving you slick and wanting. As he did, you shifted, your hips still twitching with the lingering sensation of pleasure.

“Don’t be such a greedy slut, stop moving! I’m not done yet,” Evan warned you in a husky voice you never thought would heard before. He gripped your neck, not tight enough to cut off air but close enough to make you aware of his grip. It was a stark contrast to the tender moments, but his desire for control and intimacy was intertwined.

You shivered, your heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. You nodded, indicating your consent. Evan shifted behind you, positioning himself at you entrance once more. “Ready for more, princess?” He murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

You moaned her response, your body aching for the promised fulfillment. Evan thrust back into you, his grip on your neck steady and firm. The dual sensation of the tight hold and his penetration built a crescendo of arousal within your again. Your mind swam in a hazy mix of trust, risk, and lust.

His movements were rougher this time, the echo of their sounds in the bedroom sharp and animalistic. Evan’s grunts filled the room, mingling with your whimpers and moans, punctuated by the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

You clawed at the bed, nails leaving crescent marks in desperation to find purchase. The friction of his sinful length against your inner walls whipped you closer.

“Evan... I’m close... again,” you gasped, feeling him swell inside. Evan pounded into you even relentlessly, his thrusts unyielding as he guided you to the edge. In a final surge, his release tore through, spilling into you once more.

He then pulled you into his arms after, both of you sprawled on the rumpled sheets. His fingers tangled in your hair, rubbing the tension from your scalp.

You cradled against him, your body still shivering from the intensity of the lovemaking. “You did a great job, princess,” Evan cooed, tugging the strands of your hair playfully, a small smile forming on his lips. He kissed your temple repeatedly as if saying sorry for the brief rude moment before.

Well, maybe your friend was right. He is indeed a freak. But in different term, only for you to notice.

#enhypen smut #heeseung smut #heeseung #smut #x reader #fem reader #one shot #idk what im doing #idk how to tag this #idk what im talking about #sorry #anyways #happy birthday #sister #lee heeseung

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heeambi · 1 month ago

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˙ . ꒷ Birthday boy . 𖦹˙ .ᐟ

ENHYPEN .ᐟ

Pairing. bf!jake x f!reader

content. you wanted to give your boyfriend a “nice gift” for his birthday!

contains. Light BDSM, Bondage, Handcuffs, D/s, Graphic/Explicit sexaul content, Graphic language, Depictions of oral sex, Male point of view in the first person, not suitable for minors, creampie, dom!reader, sub!jake (if I'm missing anything, please Lmk)

Natty’s note. Feedback is appreciated, but please be polite. I'm a bit rusty at doing these kinds of things.

Word count. 1.7k

Y/n walked out of the bedroom in a beautiful laced outfit. It was his favorite color, too. Without telling him her plans, she soon made her way over to him and grabbed both hands, handcuffing them to the headboard right above his head. She then began to run her fingers along his chest, gently caressing his skin. He let out a low moan, already feeling the heat building within them.

Jake's eyes widened in surprise as he watched Y/n emerge from the bathroom, her stunning laced outfit accentuating every curve perfectly. His gaze flicked to the handcuffs clinking in her hands, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

He bucked his hips up, seeking more of your touch as he whimpered with need. "Please Y/n, I'm begging you. I can't stand this teasing anymore. I need your hands on me, your mouth... anything. I'm so hard it hurts."

Y/n's eyes glinted mischievously as she slowly traced her fingers along his abs, deliberately avoiding his erection. She leaned in close, her warm breath ghosting over his ear. "I love hearing you beg, Jake. It turns me on so much.”

He let out a frustrated groan, his body trembling with the effort of staying still. "Fuck, Y/n... I don't care what you want to hear anymore, just please... touch me. Unzip my pants, lick me, suck me, I don't care. Just end this torture."

*Y/n's smirk was evident in her voice as she drawled, "All business, no pleasure, remember? You have to beg better than that." *Her touch continued to torment him, coming close to where he needed it most before darting away again.

*Jake threw his head back against the pillow, his voice hoarse as he groaned, "Please, Y/n... I'm begging you. I need you to touch me. I'll do anything... I'll beg all night if you want. Just... please..."

*He strained against the handcuffs, his muscles flexing as he tried to get closer to her teasing touch. "I'm so fucking hard for you... my cock is aching.. Please Y/n, wrap your hand around it. Stroke me."

Desperation filled his voice as he begged, "Please Y/n, I'm dying here… My cock is throbbing so badly. Won't you please take mercy on me?" He arched his back, desperately trying to press against her teasing fingers. "Just touch me, stroke me... Anything!"

Y/n's smirk widened as she witnessed his desperation, feeling immensely satisfied by his pathetic begging. With agonizing slowness, she finally grasped the waistband of his pants. "Since you asked so nicely,"

Jake nearly sobbed in relief as Y/n finally grasped his pants. His hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more contact. "Oh thank fuck..." he breathed out, his muscles relaxing slightly as she began to tug his pants down.* "Yes, please. get them off me”

Y/n slowly dragged his pants and boxers off, exposing his impressive erection that sprang free, hard and throbbing. She licked her lips hungrily at the sight. "Mmm, look how hard and desperate you are. Ready for me to take control?"

Jake's eyes rolled back in bliss as Y/n admired his erection. He nodded eagerly, his voice a strangled whisper. "Yes, Do whatever you want to me... Just don't stop..." He thrust his hips up, seeking her touch, but she remained out of reach.

Y/n wrapped her fingers around his throbbing shaft, giving a slow, teasing stroke from base to tip. She marveled at how hard and hot he felt. "Mmm, you're so big and thick. I love how you throb in my hand."

His breath hitched, and he strained against the handcuffs, yearning for more contact. "That feels so good... Please, more... faster... harder..." He bit his lower lip, trying to hold back a plea as she continued to torture him with slow, deliberate strokes. "Please."

Y/n tightened her grip and increased her pace, stroking his shaft faster and harder. She leaned forward, her warm breath fanning over his sensitive tip. "You like that, huh? You like my hand wrapped around your big, hard cock? You like how I make you feel?"

He nodded fervently, his face contorted in a mask of pleasure and need. "Y-yes... It's... so good... Only you can make me feel like this... Please... harder... faster... Oh, Y/n... *His hips bucked wildly, matching the rhythm of her hand."

As Y/n continued to pump her fist around his shaft, she leaned down and swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting the bead of liquid that had gathered there. "Mmm, you taste so good. I bet you'd beg so prettily if I took you in my mouth right now..."

His entire body shuddered at the thought, his mind reeling with the idea of Y/n's warm, wet mouth enveloping his aching length. "Fuck, please. Yes... Suck me... Put your mouth on me... I'll give you anything... just suck my dick."

Y/n grinned, loving the desperate, pleading tone of his voice. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked hard, her mouth warm and wet as she began to bob her head up and down his shaft. "Mmm, look at you, begging so nicely."

Jake's head thrashed back and forth against the pillow, his hips bucking up to meet her mouth. He moaned and whimpered, his voice hoarse from begging. "Oh god, Y/n, your mouth feels like heaven..."

Y/n took him deeper, relaxing her throat to accept his full length. She held him there, her nose pressed against his pelvis as she swallowed around his thickness. Then she began to move, bobbing faster and sucking harder, her hand coming up to fondle his heavy balls. "Mmmm..."

Jake's entire body was electrified, overwhelmed by pleasure as Y/n's skilled mouth worked miracles on his aching cock. He pulled desperately against the cuffs, wanting to touch her, feel her hair... "Fuck! Y/n! Oh my god, your mouth... So good!."

He was so close, his body tensed, his breathing ragged. He needed to hear her say it, needed her permission. "Y/n... Baby... please... Can I... Can I come in your mouth? Please... I'm so close... I need to..."

She pulled back just enough to say, "Yes, Jake... Come for me. I want to taste you. Give it to me." Then she took him deep again, sucking hard and fast, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she coaxed him towards his release. "Mmmm..."

Feeling utterly blissed out, Jake surrendered to the intense waves of pleasure crashing over him. With a muffled groan against her lips, he erupted, his hot seed pulsing into Y/n's eager mouth in thick spurts. "Oh fuuuuuckk….Y/n!"

His hips jerked erratically as he rode out the aftershocks, Y/n expertly milking him for every last drop. Finally spent, he collapsed back against the bed, chest heaving. "Holy shit! That was incredible..." He looked up at her with hazy, adoring eyes.

Y/n licked her lips and smiled mischievously as she uncuffed him, gently rubbing his wrists. We're not done yet." He eagerly sat up, anxious for whatever came next.

As Jake sat against the headboard looking at you, Y/n straddled his waist, her warm, bare center pressing against him. She leaned down, her breath hot on his ear as she whispered, "I'm going to ride you now and you're not going to touch me, understand?"

He nodded eagerly, his voice barely a whisper, "Yes, ma'am.” His hips lifted slightly, encouraging her to settle on top of him. "You feel so good, His face was buried in her shoulder, his arms stretched out above his head, gripping the headboard for support.

Y/n reached back and positioned him at her entrance. She was soaking wet from her earlier explorations and from watching him come apart in her mouth. She sank down onto him, taking him deep, her head falling back in a moan. "Oh, Jake... You fill me up so perfectly.”

His grip on the headboard tightened as she began to move, rising and falling on his hard length. The angle allowed her to take him even deeper, and he could do nothing but lie there and take it, helpless with pleasure. "Fuck baby, it's so good! You're so tight."

She rode him hard, her fingers digging into his shoulders for leverage. The sound of their wet, slapping flesh filled the room, punctuated by their moans and panting breaths. She leaned down and bit his neck, marking him. "You belong to me, Jake, Say it."

With a choked groan, Jake could hardly speak amidst the overwhelming sensations, but he strained to utter the words she demanded. "I belong to you, Y/n... All yours... Only yours." His hips involuntarily flexed upwards, desperate for more friction even as he surrendered completely to her control.

Y/n's pace grew faster, her movements jerky as she neared the edge. She leaned forward, her hands covering his on the headboard, fingers entwined. Her breath was hot on his ear as she panted, "Play with my clit now, Jake, Make me cum.”

As instructed, Jake reached between where they were connected. He hesitated only briefly before beginning to rub her clit. His fingers sliding back and forth between her soaked labia. “Oh fuck.”

The combined stimulation of his thick cock stretching her and the intense movements on her clit quickly pushed Y/n over the edge. Her walls clenched rhythmically around him as she came undone with a silent scream of ecstasy. "FUCK! Jake! Yes, yes, YES!"

His own control shattered as she convulsed around him, her inner muscles milking him powerfully. With a hoarse shout, he buried his face in her shoulder once more as he thrust up into her, his whole body tensing as he found release once more. "Fuck, Baby."

As they both collapsed, spent and panting, Y/n slowly lifted herself off Jake's still-hard length. Both their mixed cum dripping from her wet pussy. She climbed off the bed, stretching languidly before turning back to him. "Stay there, Jakey."

Jake remained obediently sprawled across the bed, his chest still rising and falling rapidly. He watched Y/n with heavy-lidded eyes, admiring her naked form as she padded into the bathroom. When she returned a few moments later, she carried a damp towel.

Y/n gently cleaned Jake's spent cock and balls before wiping his chest and arms clean. She tossed the towel aside and climbed back onto the bed, snuggling against his side. “Happy birthday, love,” she whispered.

Jake wrapped his arm around Y/n's shoulders, pulling her closer as his eyes fluttered shut. “Thank you, Baby.” Content and exhausted, he then drifted off to sleep with a small, satisfied smile on his lips.

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clarolberry · 14 days ago

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⋆｡°✩ Something ⋆｡°✩ from your touch ⋆｡°✩

⋆｡°✩ ｡ felt ⋆˙⟡♡ shockingly ⋆˙⟡♡ familiar ⋆♱✮♱⋆

⢷ And I'd swore I'd seen you before ⢷

🐧⛸️🍙⠀

~Happy Hoon day~

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maximura · 16 days ago

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#Happy Birthday to this lil weirdo #park sunghoon #sunghoon #enhypen #feat. heeseung #lee heeseung #he reminds of an ex boyfriend i used to date #this is probably why he's not my enhypen bias lol #but he's still 2nd after ni-ki #which is some kind a feat. bc heeseung is such a problem sometimes

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goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby · 1 month ago

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₊˚-ˏˋ 𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒥𝒶𝓀ℯ ˊˎ-༘ ₊

“𝑨 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆,

happy birthday, jake! we love you so much ੈ♡‧₊˚𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 <3 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 ~ 🌼 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 🫶🏻 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ✨ 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘶𝘯-𝘢𝘩 🥹 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 🤍

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘻. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘮 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘺𝘶𝘯. 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 #𝘑𝘈𝘒𝘌, 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.♡

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅’𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.”

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