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[tinyenha]

IRRESISTIBLE 𖥔 抱擁

𝖫𝖠𝖢𝒪𝖭𝖨𝖢───he’s home late, but he knows just how to melt your heart

𝑜𝑓 · 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝑖𝐒 ܃ hubby!heeseung x wife!r 1219 fluff domestic au ── 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 kissing skinship suggestive ｡｡｡ ／ ( 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 )

૮ ♡◞ ◟ ა not proofread at all, but i hope this hits ! TT

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12:27 am. middle of the night, the second hand of the clock mocks you for your fowl mood as it ticks away without any care. another minute passes by.

12:28 am.

tick. tock. tick. tock.

in a careless and hasty manner, you take out the last bowls from the dishwasher and dump it in its racks, before marching forward to and dump them on the racks, before making your way towards the couch, back facing the doorway.

12:30 am. and still no hint of your husband, heeseung. he should’ve been home by now, grinning as he burst through the door with an excited “I’m home!” ready to sweep you off your feet, holding you against him. instead, the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking clock are your only companions, the silence amplifying your growing frustration. your fingers drum against the arm of the couch as your gaze drifts repeatedly to the door, despite your resolve to stay indifferent.

your arms are crossed tightly over your chest, and the cushions of the couch creak softly under your weight as you shift, refusing to turn toward the door. the dim light in the living room casts long shadows, matching the brooding mood you’ve wrapped yourself in. of all days, why today?

12:31 am. the front slowly creaks open.

you hear the soft rustle of his keys hitting the table, but you don’t move, determined to stay mad. the faint sound of his footsteps approaching sends a shiver down your spine, your heart softens at the thought of him being tired, and you slowly get up.

“i’m home,” his voice is gentle, as though he’s approaching a ticking time bomb, and, in a way, he is, “hello?”

heeseung has a small heart attack when he sees you standing still in front of him. eyes narrowed, hands by your side, a bored expression and body language as you step forward to take his briefcase, your fingers brushing against his as you do so.

just as you turn around swiftly, without even greeting heeseung or looking at him, his hand does find your wrist in a swifter motion. he steps closer to you, you feel the material of his shirt against his back, his tall figure looming above yours.

“are you really that mad?” heeseung mumbles, his voice low and teasing, the warmth of his breath brushing against your ear as he tightens his grip on your wrist. his chest presses gently against your back, the familiar scent of him — a mixture of cologne and something uniquely heeseung.

you try to keep your composure, lips pressed into a thin line, but the way his thumb softly caresses the inside of your wrist makes your resolve falter. he knows exactly what he’s doing, the way his presence alone can make your anger melt away.

you don't answer, still determined to play this out. instead, you pull your wrist free and make a beeline for the kitchen, after placing his briefcase on the couch. returning to the isolated sliced tomatoes on the kitchen counter, you wipe away a drop of sweat from underneath your chin.

“come on now, baby,” his voice is low as he sighs and comes right behind you, his hands sneakily wrapping around your waist. with the other, he pushes away the hair from your shoulders and neck, his fingers enticing an electric shock within you as soon as his skin touches yours.

“i know im late,” he mumbles, lips close to your ears, hands fully wrapped around you as his back presses against you again. finally, placing an array of kisses along your shoulders to your neck upto your ears, trying his best to calm his angry wife down, “forgive me, pretty? i had to work overtime this week, that's all,” he whispers.

he’s so irresistible.

you try to maintain your anger, but the warmth of his touch and the tenderness in his voice are like a slave to your simmering frustration. you pause, knife in hand, hovering over the half-sliced tomatoes, unwilling to give in just yet.

“overtime?” you say, your voice laced with sarcasm as you shrug his arms off. “that's all you ever say, heeseung? you could've at least called. i sat here wondering if—”

heeseung interrupts your rant, gently spinning you around to face him. his hands rest lightly on your hips, and his dark eyes hold a soft, apologetic gleam. “you're right,” he says, his voice low and earnest. “i should've called. i messed up.”

“you can't just show up late, say ‘sorry,’ and expect me to forgive you,” you retort, though your voice lacks the venom it held earlier.

heeseung smirks, a playful glint replacing the guilt in his eyes. “you're right again. so let me make it up to you.”

before you can protest further, heeseung steps closer, his hands firm on your waist as he lifts you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter. the cold surface contrasts with the warmth radiating from his touch, sending a shiver through you.

“you deserve more than just words,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate.

his hands remain at your waist, fingers splayed as though he’s anchoring himself to you. slowly, he leans in, his face so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. his nose brushes against yours, soft and tentative, as though giving you a moment to pull away.

but you don’t.

when his lips finally meet yours, it’s not a rushed kiss meant to placate you; it’s deliberate, deep, and full of meaning. the world around you blurs into nothingness as his mouth moves against yours, firm yet tender. he tilts his head slightly, angling to deepen the kiss, his hands sliding up from your waist to your lower back, pulling you closer.

your hands, which had been hovering hesitantly in the air, find their way to his shoulders. the fabric of his shirt is soft beneath your fingers as you clutch him instinctively, grounding yourself in the moment. heeseung’s lips are warm, moving with a mix of urgency and reverence, as if he’s trying to pour every unsaid apology, every ounce of love, into this single act.

his tongue grazes your lower lip, asking for permission, and you grant it without a second thought. the kiss deepens, turning more passionate, more consuming. his fingers trace patterns along your spine, sending shivers coursing through you. the faint scent of his cologne mingles with the lingering aroma of tomatoes and dish soap, creating a sensory overload that makes your head spin.

when he finally pulls back, just enough for your noses to touch, you’re both slightly breathless. his forehead rests against yours, his lips curling into a small, triumphant smile.

“still mad?” he whispers, his voice rough and teasing, his thumb brushing gently against your hip.

“you’re infuriating,” you mumble, though the words lack conviction.

“and you’re irresistible,” he counters, his hands not leaving your waist, as though he’s afraid to let you go.

you smack his shoulder lightly, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “fine,” you sigh, feigning exasperation. “but this doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it,” he replies, his tone laced with amusement as he steals one more kiss, his lips lingering just a little longer this time.

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Late Night Shower (ft.psh)

ʚ•ɞ Pairing - bf!sunghoon x fem!reader

ʚ•ɞ word count: 1.5k

ʚ•ɞ Warnings: Smut, pet names (good girl, princess, baby), unprotected sex (wrap it up guys.. PLEASE!!) Shower sex (obviously) fingering, pussy eating. Might be missing a few LMKK!!!

ʚ•ɞ Msg From Cammy: This was a bit rushed.. so expect some typos and grammar errors 😣 FIRST TIME WRITING BTW 😈, alsooo this isn’t proof read so.. my apologies I JUST NEEDED TO UPLOAD SOMETHINGGGGG (i’m not happy with how this turned out btw.. also learning how to.. make my blog look more aesthetic- i’m done yapping ENJOYYYY)

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Your Bf Sunghoon still wasn’t back from practice yet, and you grew tired of waiting for him to return. He’s been working so hard lately, trying to memorize dance steps of the choreography for their new comeback and dancing in front of you every chance he gets. Sometimes he’ll stumble over a move and throw the nearest pillow at you every time you’d awkwardly smile or laugh.

The time read 11:35pm. He’s been gone all day, you even made him dinner expecting him to come back early to enjoy it with you. But sadly he didn’t return for dinner. You left him a few messages, which had no response.. you text him “goodnight <33” Feeling sleepy, you decide to call it a night without him. He comes home late on practice nights like today so you weren’t too stressed about his absence.

You get up from your bed walking over to the bathroom, you turn on the shower putting the notch all the way to hot. You walk back into your room grabbing some clothes to change into once you’re done showering.

After grabbing the things you need, you walk back into the bathroom placing your clothes on the counter next to your phone. You strip out your pink tank top along with your black shorts.

Your phone dings on the counter top, you didn’t realize because your phone was faced down and the water from the shower was drowning out the notification noise. The messages were from sunghoon, basically him telling you about how practice went and how much he missed you.

You quickly hopped into the shower letting the water run through your hair and all over your body. After 30 seconds of standing there letting the water fall all over your body, you decided to finally start washing up. Grabbing the bar of soap along with a fluffy pink shower sponge, you roughly scrub your body, making sure to get soap everywhere including your feet & back.

You amuse yourself with the sponge, trying to get it as soapy as possible.

While your enjoying you warm shower, Sunghoon turns the key into the front door, tiredly unlocking it before closing the door behind him and locking it. “Baby, I’m finally back.” He calls out but you’re too busy cleaning yourself to hear. He takes his shoes off by the door before setting his keys down on the counter.

First thing he looks for after sitting his keys down is the dinner you made him, earlier you had texted him about the food you made him, you felt bad for how his company was overworking him, so you decided to do something nice by making him his favorite meal, Jjapaguri with a hint of spice, you knew he couldn’t handle too much so you just put a dap in there, And left it in the microwave for him later when he returned home.

“Y/nnnnn, why are you so quiet, where are you?”

He wondered, he walks to your room carefully opening the door looking around the room for you, he doesn’t see you in sight. A few seconds after looking around the house for you, he heard your singing voice coming from the bathroom.

sunghoon smiles before taking his dirty shirt off throwing it into the dirty bin, along with his sweatpants leaving him with only boxers.

He finally begins to make his way over to the bathroom where you were, he quietly knocks before opening the door.

He stood in the door way watching your ‘performance’ singing and facing to your favorite song with your eyes closed. “so cute” he thought to himself before pulling his boxers down, his hard dick hitting against his abs, already hard from looking at your naked soapy body.

He quickly looks down at himself realizing how hard he already is from watching your naked body dance in the shower, he walks close to the shower door slowly opening it and joining in with you. You could feel a presence behind you but you didn’t pay no mind, you thought it was your mind playing tricks on you again, like always.

Once he was in the shower with you, he bit his lips at the sight, you swaying your hips and inching closer to his hardened dick. He wanted to ravish you right then and there so bad, but he held himself back wanted you to be a bit cleaned up before fucking you til you can’t take it anymore. It’s the least he could do if he was going to have at you all night.

Behind him was the pink strawberry scented shampoo you bought from the store last week, He didn’t know why you bought everything pink but he thought it suited you. He poured the clear slimy liquid in his hand, before rubbing his hands together to create a foaming lather. He smirks before placing his hands on your head.

You pause mid verse of your shower performance, slowly turning around to see him towering over you. “holy shit you scared me..”

His eyes looked tired drained but his fangy smile shined through. “So how was your world tour?” He teases, massaging the shampoo on your head. “Shut up.” You playfully hit him and he laughs, seeing as you did no damage. His fingernails dig in your scalp, getting every corner of head, you close your eyes at the feeling trying not to fall asleep standing in the shower. He walks you under the shower head rinsing away all the soapy residue that’s in your hair.

His dick was getting tired of waiting, wanting to be squeezed around your warm walls as he pumped himself in you over and over again until you couldn’t stand.

“Did you eat?” You ask him, oblivious about what’s about to happen. He ignores your question and smirks, moving closer to you until he felt his dick touch you. Once he got closer you felt something touch your stomach, you looked down to see his hard member pressing up against your stomach, leaking precum you slowly look up at him, a bit nervous “it’s a good day isn’t it-“

Without any warning he drops down to his knees and puts your left leg over his shoulder, he spreads your folds with his fingers taking in the sight of your beautiful pussy, he gives you a few kitty licks before diving his tongue straight into your wet hole. “Mm.. you taste so sweet princess..” he says moaning into your pussy, the vibrations causing you to moan and tilt your head back. You grip onto his hair pulling him a bit closer while also holding onto the wall so you don’t fall.

“F-fuck Hoonie..” You whine biting your bottom lip trying not to be loud because of your neighbors. He moves his thumb to your clit giving it gentle circles while continuing to eat you out. He looks up at you watching the expressions your giving him, with your mouth wide open, eyes slightly closed, eyebrow furrowed and all. He inserts one finger into your hole, feeling your warm wet walls clench around his finger, he slowly adds another. “That’s a good girl.. taking my fingers so well.” After a few minutes of fingering & eating you out, he takes your leg from off his shoulder and stands up from off his knees. he quickly turns you around so your facing the glass, you feel your boobs get squished by your body weight and the glass in front of you.

He carefully lined his dick up against your aching slit, and without any warning he shoves himself inside you not giving you anytime time to adjust to his size. “HOON-“ you yelled out clenching around him tight. “Fuckk..” he whimpers, he slowly pulled back until the tip of his dick was still in you before pushing himself back in. He puts his hands on your hips and begins to pound into you from behind, hearing your hot moans is like music to his ears. So perfect. He continues to pound into the back of you until he feels that familiar feeling in his stomach. “fuck.. i’m so close” he groans continuing to pound into the back of you. He brings one of his hands down to your clit and teases it using his middle finger. You feel yourself getting closer, and with one more hard thrust from sunghoon, you squirted all over his dick, He stops for a bit letting you calm down from your high. “My turn..” he smirks before pounding into you again, all you could do was moan and take it, after a few thrusts he cums deeply in you. He stays in you for a little bit before pulling out of you, letting his cum leak out of your gaping hole. He slaps your ass causing you to flinch. “Now let’s get cleaned up shall we?” he says before helping you up off the glass sliding door to the shower, he gives you a kiss on the lips before lathering up your towel with soap to clean you off.

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Enhypen reaction to you falling asleep waiting for them ! —

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이희승

Heeseung walked into the apartment, his footsteps soft as he tried not to disturb the quiet. The faint light from the lamp cast a warm glow over the room, and there you were, curled up on the couch. Your phone had slipped from your hand, and the blanket barely covered you.

Heeseung stopped in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat at how adorable you looked. He crouched beside the couch, a fond smile spreading across his face.

“You really waited for me, huh?” he whispered, his voice filled with affection. “You’re so precious, I swear.”

His fingers brushed against your cheek, admiring how peaceful you looked, completely unaware of his gaze. “What did I do to deserve you, my angel?” he murmured, shaking his head in awe.

He leaned closer, his breath warm on your skin as he spoke again. “I’m sorry for making you wait, but it’s okay now. Let’s get you to bed.”

You shifted slightly at his words, your eyes fluttering open for just a moment. Heeseung’s heart melted when you blinked up at him, barely awake.

“Hey there, my baby,” he whispered, running a hand through your hair. “You’re still so beautiful, even like this.”

Without waiting for a response, Heeseung scooped you up in his arms. You instinctively snuggled against him, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

“Alright, my sleepyhead,” he said softly as he walked toward the bedroom. “Let’s get you tucked in for real.”

Once he laid you down and tucked you in, Heeseung lingered for a moment, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Sweet dreams, darling,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll always be here for you.” -- REST OF THE MEMBERS BELOW !

박종성

Jay stepped into the apartment, the day’s exhaustion hanging heavily on his shoulders. The soft glow of a single lamp illuminated the cozy space, but it was the silence that caught his attention. He set his bag down quietly and slipped off his shoes, calling softly, “Y/N? Babe?”

When no response came, he walked further in and stopped in his tracks. There you were—curled up on the couch, a throw blanket barely covering you, your phone resting loosely in your hand. You were fast asleep, your face relaxed, your lips slightly parted.

Jay couldn’t help the soft smile that tugged at his lips. He knelt beside you, resting his chin in his hand as he watched you.

“Ahhh, you waited for me,” he murmured to himself, a wave of adoration washing over him. His eyes softened as he took you in, your peaceful expression melting away the stress of his day. “My girl… you’re too cute for your own good.”

He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingertips gentle. You stirred slightly, mumbling something that made him chuckle under his breath.

“You could’ve just gone to bed, you know,” he whispered, leaning closer to get a better look at your face. “But no, you had to wait up for me, didn’t you? My sweet little angel.”

He sighed playfully, shaking his head at how much you made his heart ache—in the best way. “Alright, baby,” he murmured, “let’s get you to bed.”

When you didn’t respond, Jay chuckled to himself. “Of course, you’re going to make me do all the work,” he teased softly.

Sliding one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, he lifted you effortlessly. You groaned in protest, your face scrunching up as you instinctively buried your face against his chest.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he said, his voice tender. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got you.”

Jay carried you to the bedroom, carefully laying you down on the bed. He started pulling the blanket up over you when your eyes fluttered open slightly.

“Jay?” you mumbled, your voice soft and groggy.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me,” he said, crouching beside the bed to look at you. “You fell asleep waiting for me again. You’re too cute, you know that?”

A small, sleepy smile tugged at your lips, but your eyes drifted shut again before you could reply. Jay chuckled softly, tucking the blanket up to your chin.

“You’re lucky I love you this much,” he whispered, leaning in to press another kiss to your forehead.

As he stood to leave, you reached out weakly, grabbing his hand. “Stay,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

Jay felt his heart melt all over again. “Of course, baby,” he said, slipping into bed beside you and pulling you into his arms.

You instinctively snuggled closer, your head resting against his chest. Jay let out a contented sigh, holding you close as his own eyes grew heavy.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, his lips brushing your hair. For the first time that day, everything felt exactly as it should.

심재윤

Jake opened the door as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the peaceful apartment. When he saw you curled up on the couch, he froze, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

“Ah, you waited for me,” he said quietly, kneeling beside you. He gently tapped your nose. “You’re too precious, you know that?”

You stirred slightly but didn’t wake, so Jake decided to take matters into his own hands. He scooped you up carefully, cradling you against his chest.

“Come on, baby. Couch time is over. Let’s get you to bed,” he said softly, smiling when you nuzzled into him.

Once he laid you down and tucked you in, you mumbled, “Jake?”

“I’m here, love,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be right here.”

And he stayed, sitting beside you until he fell asleep with his head resting against your shoulder.

박성훈

Sunghoon stepped inside, glancing around the quiet apartment. When he spotted you on the couch, his lips curled into a soft smile. You were wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, your head resting on the armrest.

Kneeling beside you, he tilted his head, admiring how peaceful you looked. “Aigoo, you really waited for me, huh? You’re adorable,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

He ran a finger down your cheek, his heart swelling at the sight of you. “What am I gonna do with you, hmm?”

Carefully, he lifted you into his arms, chuckling when you murmured, “Noooo, leave me here.”

“Not a chance, baby. You need a proper bed,” he said, carrying you to the bedroom. He tucked you in, smoothing the blanket over you.

As he turned to leave, you reached out and grabbed his sleeve. “Don’t go.”

Sunghoon smiled, slipping under the covers beside you. “I’m not going anywhere. Sweet dreams, love.”

김선우

Sunoo’s heart melted the second he walked in and saw you curled up on the couch. The blanket you were using was sliding off, and your hair was a mess, but to him, you looked perfect.

Kneeling down, he tilted his head, admiring your peaceful face. “You’re seriously the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection.

He adjusted the blanket over you, then gently shook your shoulder. “Y/N, let’s get you to bed. You’ll regret this tomorrow if you don’t.”

You groaned, turning away from him. Sunoo pouted. “Don’t make me do all the work! Fine, fine. I’ll carry you.”

He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, tucking you in with extra care. As he leaned down to kiss your forehead, you opened your eyes slightly.

“Sunoo?” you mumbled.

“Yes, it’s me, your favorite person,” he teased, grinning. “Now go back to sleep, my angel.”

양중원

Jungwon stepped inside and immediately spotted you curled up on the couch. His lips tugged into a small smile as he walked over, crouching beside you.

“You’re really something, you know that?” he said softly, brushing his fingers against your hair. “Waiting for me when you’re this tired. What am I going to do with you?”

He debated waking you up but decided against it. Instead, he carefully scooped you up into his arms, chuckling when you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re making this too easy, Y/N,” he said quietly, carrying you to the bedroom.

Once he tucked you in, he leaned down and whispered, “Sweet dreams, love. I’ll always take care of you.”

니시무라 리키

Ni-ki walked into the apartment, expecting you to be awake. Instead, he found you fast asleep on the couch, your phone still glowing faintly in your hand.

He let out a small laugh, crouching beside you. “Yah, you really fell asleep waiting for me?” he teased, though his voice was soft and full of affection.

He carefully took the phone from your hand and set it on the table. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, or I’d scold you for this,” he joked, brushing your hair back.

“Come on, lazy,” he murmured, slipping an arm under you to lift you. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You mumbled something incoherent, making him laugh quietly. “Yeah, yeah, you can thank me in the morning.”

After tucking you in, he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you for a moment. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

ps: this was originially only for heeseung and jay so thats why theirs have longer vers.

Hope you enjoyed!

Reblogs appreciated `_-- !! ( marsdql )

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ghostface!sunghoon mockingly tilting his masked head with his knife still in hand as he watches you in amusement, the pretty girl he’s been chasing, “unfortunately” get stuck under your plushie covered bed in a lewd position mid-chase wearing only your silky nightdress.

ghostface!sunghoon studying the way your arched back and teasing wiggle of your ass gives him an almost too perfect view of the lacey panties that rest between your soft cheeks and cup your pussy—like you got caught on purpose just to show it off to him—already soaking the fabric with a cute wet spot all for him.

ghostface!sunghoon easily cutting the sides of the pretty panties you put on just for him with two clean swipes. he roughly slides the fabric off, his whole gloved hand resting against your warm, sloppy cunt as presses his hard dick against the back of your thigh.

“silly girl. i know you watch scary movies because you wanna fuck the killers.”

ghostface!sunghoon who makes your twisted fantasies come true and fucks you from behind while you’re still half stuck under your bed, his tone turning dark as he drawls on and on about how many times he’s watched you leave your bedroom curtains half closed at night on purpose, how he’s seen you hump your pillow until you’re a sweaty, filthy mess with your makeup running down your cheeks.

“you knew i was watching didn’t you? were you thinking about how much better it’d feel if it was my big cock in your tight little pussy? how nice and deep i’d fuck you?”

ghostface!sunghoon who takes off his mask for the sole purpose of eating you out, grinning against your pussy knowing that you can’t see him and getting off on the fact that you don’t know who he is but his voice just sounds so familiar as he moans about how sweet you taste, how your pussy’s just so fucking good it’d be a shame to kill you—and how he’d literally kill for it.

ghostface!sunghoon purring as he picks up the pace, completely drunk on your wet, perfect pussy, about how he’s the only one that gets to have you wrapped around his cock, how good you take it, how he’s the only one who has the privilege to taste you on his lips—how you’re now all his.

[tinyenha]

can't take it? (enha's hyung line) 

enha's hyung line when reader has high stamina and can go multiple rounds.

pairing: hyung line x afab!reader

my's note: unironically just thought about it and wrote it lol

warnings: established relationship, pet names (baby, darling, babe, angel, pretty) SMUT - so minors DO NOT interact!, implied unprotected sex (please, don't!!!), implied multiple orgasms, cowgirl, dirty talk, overstimulation (both), oral (f. receiving), fingering, lowkey nipple play, choking, belly bulge kink(?), they cum inside. lmk if i missed something!!!

wc (total): 1.8k

NOT PROOFREAD.

taglist 💖: @yvnempire, @marigold-sunflowers

Heeseung would see it as a challenge and force himself through it even though he's teetering on the edge of giving up.

“F–Fuck, Hee…” You cried out, your body jolting, exposed breasts moving up and down to your boyfriend’s hard and deep thrusts inside your dripping cunt.

You didn’t know exactly what to do with your hands as the overwhelming feeling grew in your lower stomach, indicating your second climax coming. Torn in between kneading your boobs and rubbing your own clit, you tried to give the best view to Heeseung.

But he wore an expression of intense focus, as if his sole purpose in life was to make you cum uncountable times. And to some extent, it was. His fingers were deep in your hips, holding you still as he just kept going, eyes focused on where you both encountered.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Heeseung didn’t care about overstimulating you – or himself. No, definitely not. So when you announced you had your orgasm, he continued on thrusting hard, fast, deep, tirelessly hitting your g-spot with his sensitive tip, since he had already cummed two times as well.

“S’too much–” You mumbled, shaking your head, squirming under the pressure he held to keep you stay as possible. “Too– Much–Ah, fuck, Hee–”

“Take it.” He managed to say, voice hoarse, low, determined, though his body was starting to betray his primal will.

The slapping sounds flooded the room as a lascivious, beautiful symphony. Heeseung looked up to catch a glimpse of hooded eyes and fucked out expression. He smirked, feeling proud of himself for leading you to the edge of insanity. 

Your nails scraped down his back when he leaned closer, slotting perfectly in between your legs that wrapped around his waist, leaving red trails as you clawed at him for any sort of grounding.

“Hee, I c-can’t–!” Your protest dissolved into a broken moan when his thumb found your overstimulated clit, circling it in unwavering motions.

Heeseung’s warm mouth found place on your hardened nipples, playing with them by swirling his tongue around it and sucking just slightly, his pace never lacking, giving you an overwhelming experience of stimulus; you felt Heeseung everywhere. 

You winced, skin tingling in despair as you cried beneath him, a complete whining mess. You were loving each second, head spinning and your chest pounding strongly; your tongue quickly swept on the corner your lips to clean your light drooling and consequently tasted the salty taste of your tears.

Heeseung trailed his hot muscle up to kiss you, a hint of a victorious grin gracing his lips as he watched you lose yourself before him. His only objective was to tire you and win that fucking stupid inner challenge. 

“You wanted it,” he groaned, close to your ear. You whimpered, feeling another wave of pleasure crossing you. “Fucking take it.”

Jay would politely ask for a break ever once and a while, falling on the bed, panting, struggling to find words in between heavy breaths.

“Oh, fuck,” Jay grunted, his body trembling slightly, thighs burning after rolling his hips in an admirable constancy.

He had cummed one time already with you positioned in all fours, but he could feel his second orgasm just as close.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–” he chanted, jaw clenching, his digits pressing your sides with a strength that got you clenching harder, knowing it would leave marks. You loved to be marked by Jay.

Under Jay’s sight, you looked extra gorgeous with your face down and ass up, rocking back and forth within each pound, moans getting lost in between the lewd slapping sounds. You could feel his balls smacking against your pussy, sending vibrations straight to your clit and a rush of delight towards your core.

“Jay!” You nearly screamed, but your voice got lost in the pillow you had buried your face. 

Still, your mouth fell open, the tears in the corner of your closed eyes smearing your makeup and staining the pillowcase, your hands fisting the bed as you whined Jay’s name.

Soon after, you felt his warm liquid filling you up again, your own release mixing with it and making a mess. 

Jay pumped a few more times to ride you in your high before dropping himself by your side, panting hard, body still weak due to the effort of pleasing you. He had his eyes fluttered close as he tried to regain his composure, air difficulty making its way down his burning lungs. He felt his throat dry and groaned when you turned his body upwards. 

“Just… A sec… Please… Darling…” He said in between ragged breaths and you giggled, grabbing the bottle of water on the nightstand and handing it to him, watching his neck moving as he drank on it.

After he finished and you drank a bit yourself, you shot him a glance. He quivered, eyes widening a little. 

“Want more,” you mumbled, straddling on the bed just to position yourself on top of him. “But don’t worry, I’ve got you,” and with a wink and a smirk mischievously dancing on your lips, you aligned Jay’s softened dick on your folds, starting to grind back and forth.

All he could do was to rest his hands on your hips and pray not to pass out.

Jake would be so tired after the first round but he mastered the art of making you cum with his tongue and fingers a few times before fucking you.

The slurping sounds echoed through the room as lascivious as the wet noises of Jake’s fingers. He was switching in between fucking you with his tongue and with his slender digits, the same ones that would curl on the exact shape to hit your sensitive spot.

You had no idea of how much you have cummed, your cries entering Jake’s ears deliciously and traveling all the way down to his leaking cock. 

He was so fucking turned on by your pretty sounds and your body searching for his own, searching for pleasure on his mouth and fingers. He could spend hours with his head buried between your legs; the pressure of your thighs against it was too good to dismiss, the sweet taste of your pussy melting on his palatar was addictive. 

Jake loved how high your libido was, nearly matching his own. However, he would be extra tired after having his orgasm, so he just learned how to get yourself done until he finished fucking you deep and hard.

“God, Jake– Your fingers– So good–” You threw your head on the pillow as your back arched, your hips grinding on his face and hands shamelessly. 

“Like my fingers, babe?” He asked within a grin, trying to ignore his aching dick screaming for some friction. 

Jake didn’t want to rut on the mattress, because he had a job to do and it was to fill you up with his seed after eating you out for who knows how long. His hands were messy with your juice, just like the sheets beneath you two. He couldn’t care less.

To have you, screaming his name just with his fingers and tongue was satisfying at most for him to worry about bed clothing. 

You nodded, lost into the blissful desire Jake provided so perfectly. You jolted forward when you felt his lips sucking on your clit, his fingers now far gone from your pulsing hole as he licked your folds, lapping his tongue with precision, nearly making out with your cunt.

“Cumming–” You whispered with a broken voice, just to scream after; the grip on Jake’s locks tightening, eliciting a moan from him. 

He chuckled, drinking from your arousal just like it was his favorite drink.

“Give me one more and then I fuck you with my cock, yeah?”

Sunghoon would match your energy. If you can go for a whole fucking night, so does he. 

“Yeah, ride my fucking dick, baby,” Sunghoon moaned, brows furrowing with how warm and wet you were around him, swallowing every centimeter of his shaft.

You were on top of him, bouncing, riding, doing anything that gave you the euphoria of being fulfilled. Both emotionally and physically. 

Sunghoon definitely loved you, and the biggest proof was when he started doing gym just to match your stamina in bed, now able to follow you throughout the whole night without tiring too much. He could do it just fine before, but he wanted to be sure he was giving you the best. Always.

“Fucking shit, so good,” he bit his lip, smirking, admiring the view of your boobs jumping as you tried new ways to pleasure yourself, his eyes wandering each curve of your body. You felt his dick throbbing inside you. “My baby is so good, feels so good,” he said in between moans as his hands gripped your hips to help you.

You decided to grind back and forth, the last two orgasms helping to ease the movements; your lips were parted chanting Sunghoon’s name like a beautiful, addictive mantra. 

He could feel how you started to squeeze his dick in no time, his finger sliding towards your clit to give just enough of friction. 

“I love your cock–” You slurred, drunk in Sunghoon’s scent getting all over you. The feeling of his hard length nearly destroying you inside was too good not to vocalize. “Love it so fucking much– So big, so deep– Mhm…” You sounded… delighted, as if you were experiencing the best sensation of your life – and you were. 

Your exposed neck as you threw your head back invited Sunghoon's long fingers to wrap around it gently, just to give a light press that interrupted your airways to work properly for a few seconds. Your mind entered a haze of ecstasy, one that got you accelerating your riding almost instantly and seeking for your release as soon as possible.

The coil in your stomach tightened, and at some point you started to notice you could feel Sunghoon’s dick in there as well. One of your hands gave away the support you found on his chest just to press your belly, provoking Sunghoon’s hips to buck forward as he felt the slight pressure. 

“F–Fuck,” he stammered, letting go from your neck and clit to hold you still on top of him, starting to thrust frantically. “Cum for me, angel– Cum with me.”

As if a command, your moans increased the volume, so did Sunghoon’s thrusts, until you came all over his body, your juices mixed with his seed coating his dick and part of his stomach.

He gave you nearly seconds to recompose, maneuvering your body to lay back on the bed. You both smirked, because you knew what was coming. 

“We’re in for a long night, pretty.”

[tinyenha]

enemies w benefits!heeseung x f!reader

a/n: well here we go first lil drabble hehe

wc: 767

—

"you're fucking enjoying this, aren't you?" heeseung growled, absolutely ruining you every time his cock slipped back inside your dripping cunt. your hands were pinned against the mattress above your head by one of his, leaving your body fully exposed to him. your head fell back, letting out a moan you'd been trying so hard to hold back. "you say you hate me yet you love my cock so much that you keep coming back for more,"

you despised him but you couldn't deny just how good he made you feel. it embarrassed you just how easily he could get you riled up despite how angry he made you. you hated the way you found yourself wanting him, craving his touch. what made things worse was that he knew the effect he had on you, and that he wasn't afraid to use it against you.

he was relentless, degrading words slipping out every chance he got. your walls clenched around him at his words, pushing a groan past his lips at the tight sensation. "i wonder what your friends would think if they knew just how much of a slut you are for me, just how many times you've let me fuck this pretty pussy, yeah?"

“fuck you,” you glared at him, voice weak and shaky.

“already are, sweetheart,” he chuckled, clearly amused by your futile attempt to knock him down a peg. heeseung released your wrists, head dipping down to your chest. he took a nipple between hip lips, sucking and licking at the skin. your back arched against him, pushing your chest up against his mouth. your fingers carded through his hair, gripping and tugging at the dark strands.

“and you fucking love it,” you scoffed, taking a jab at the way he’s just as shameless as you are. “mmh, calling me at two in the morning, b-begging to come over– who’s really the whore here?”

“fuck yeah i do,” he’s admitting with zero hesitation, a smirk spreading across his face. glancing down, his gaze fixated on watching the way his cock disappeared within you. he pulled his lip between his teeth, small grunts slipping out with each thrust. the bed creaked beneath you, neither noticing the way the headboard slammed against the wall. “i mean– can you blame me? pussy’s so good, fuck,”

your newly freed hands found purchase on his shoulder and forearm, nails clawing at his skin harshly. subconsciously, you moved your hips in a way that changed the angle in which he pounded into you, allowing him to nail that spongy spot inside you that left you weak. you’re gasping out in pleasure, his name leaving your lips in a cry. your body was left reeling, the steadily growing pressure in your abdomen bordering its limit.

he was panting above you, eyes squeezed shut as he was trying his damnedest to not only keep his composure but stave off his rapidly approaching orgasm. sure, he may be an asshole, but your pleasure will always come above his own.

“f-fuck, hee! m’gonna—!” you were writhing under him, your moans turning into desperate whines as your body practically begged to be thrown over the edge.

“yeah? cum for me then,” he whispered with a cocky smile despite the fact that he was just as close as you were in that moment. his hand slipped between you, thumb starting to rub harsh circles into your clit. “cum on the cock you claim to hate so much,”

that was all it took. you were crying out his name, your entire body shuddering as your orgasm washed over you. your hands gripped at him like your life depended on it, the intensity leaving you breathless.

heeseung hissed out as your walls tightened down around him, the sensation all he needed to reach his own high. with one final thrust, he tensed up with a broken, choked moan as he came, filling you to the brim with his cum.

he remained still for a moment, catching his breath before slowly pulling himself from you. he stares, watching the way the mix of yours and his releases dripped out of your abused hole and onto the sheets beneath you. your chest was still heaving, trying to catch your breath after it all.

you were immediately tired, falling asleep within minutes while heeseung proceeded to get dressed and gather his things. almost as quickly as you fell asleep, he was headed toward the door.

that’s all it was between you. blowing off steam when you needed it, and neither of you thought it any different.

then why did he hesitate and look back before walking out?

[tinyenha]

SO FLASHY.

P. female reader x aquaintiences heeseung & jake G. smut, mdni WC. 1.7k WR. accidentally sending nudes to two friends, thats the story.

A/N this is not a finished fanfic — i can’t stress this enough – this is a concept i wanted to do but couldn't bring myself to finish. please read it anyways, i'd love to come back to this concept and add to it.

10:46PM

you and your closest two friends weren’t new to sending each other lewd photos.

it wasn’t often, but opinions were made casually between you both, the relationship abnormally close in the eyes of others. your left hand scooped around your soapy breasts, strategically covering your nipples. you let one slip within the photo, your right nipple purposely trapped between your middle and ring finger.

you manipulate your phone with your right hand, angling yourself within the camera so your boobs look perfect, so much so you’re almost giddy. you look over the pictures with a tinted head, scanning your eyes up and down the screen. a laugh rolls out your mouth, your eyes glancing around your shower as you shake embarrassment. taking nude photos wasn’t something natural for you, but you liked the thrill it gave.

you captioned the photo sloppily with your right hand, your left hand still holding your boobs snug;

hot or overrated?

droplets jump off your skin; hitting your moist phone screen and typing right thumb. you click the little yellow button in the right bottom corner, scanning for your friends names in the list of contacts you have.

you click multiple names by accident with your scrolling, reminding yourself to remove each one of them once your friends name shows up.

your friends loved sending and receiving photos, bonding with you in a playfully sexual way. they usually gave great advice about what partners to send photos to — suggest better poses — even going as far as to give you step-by-step tutorials.

out of the mindless scrolls; two of your friends bitomoji show up. most of your snapchat friends had shorted names or nicknames, emojis being the only thing that separated the different contacts.

it was on purpose, your family snooped through your stuff constantly. you swore you’d protect your friends from being exposed for certain things, keeping their names censored after an issue in high school.

you unselect one… three… five names as you scroll upwards, your eyes barely scanning the list.

though surprising to some, this was routine for you; your eyes barely checking the lineup before pressing send.

bffl 🤍

delivered • just now

hs

delivered • just now

thee realest

delivered • just now

jk

delivered • just now

your eyes pop out of your head in shock.

you didn’t recognize “jk” and “hs” — at all.

you frantically swipe on one of the accounts to snoop, noticing the bitmoji is male styled. you wash your left hand off as best you can behind your back before swinging the soaking wet thumb to your lips. you blow your thumb dry on all rounded edges, twisting your hand to dispel as much water as possible as it forcibly dries.

you finally click the character, staring at the profiles photo before daring to look down at *hs’* username:

lheeseung101

“oh my god - what the fuck?!” you nearly drop your phone into the shower, eyes welling with tears. you push the base of your palms into your eyes, balancing your phone between your fingers. your heartbeat thumps in your chest, anxiety slowly seeping through your veins as you regulate your breathing.

you huff out a soft cry in embarrassment, tears blending into the water from your shower as you pull your hands away from your face, neglecting the way water aggressively beats against your phone.

you knew who it was—meaning you knew exactly who ‘jk’ was without a second glance. hs and jk—heeseung and jake—were close friends.

they were tightly knit, their programs connected down to their classes taken each semester. they lived in the same house, sharing the same bathroom. they wore alike clothes, going to each others classes for fun just to keep each other company through their off days.

where the fuck were their names?

you knew them from a party—the connection between you three a little impersonal. they slipped under your radar constantly, this now being the newest and worst instances where you’d accidentally message one of them.

they were inseparable.

what was jake was heeseungs and vice versa. they did everything together, so much so people questioned their relationship as friends.

they were close, very.

there were rumours of their polyamorous sexual track record, multiple stories circulating housing in their first school year.

you knew both of them having their hands on your nudes would be an issue.

best scenario; they both ignore your snap.

you’d ‘run into them’ at their favourite spot on campus, sharing soft greetings. you’d ask to open the snaps yourself with some fabricated story, jake forking his and heeseungs phones over with a soft smile: “shit, what’d you send?”

worst scenario; they open them.

they open them and it’s in public.

heeseungs eyes would pop open with raised brows before boldly showing jake his screen. he’d practically shoot out of his chair to read who its from, a smirk on his open mouth as he’d grab his friends phone: “when did she send that?!”

even if they didn’t screenshot your nudes through the app, you were positive they'd organize themselves to take a photo with the available phone.

your friend messages only slightly break you from your mental doom with each soft pings. she spams your snap messages with compliments you’d usually giggle and smile to, but you can’t focus.

you can’t read anything she says, your thumbs moving so fast autocorrect can’t keep up;

i just fucjing sent a nude to jakr n heeseung

no fucjibg lie

i mean ut

BOTH OF THEM

thee realest 🤍

SHUT THE FUCK UP……

bffl 🤍

bitch ur lyinggg

when?

just npw

the exact smae photo i sent U GUYS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

thee realest 🤍

OMGGGG

DID THEY OPEN THEM

NO IM GONNSA KILL MYSEELF

bffl 🤍

wait dw

its not that bad

thee realest 🤍

dont text them about it

wait till they say something before you do the most

spamming them wont help

itll only make u look crazy

you slide out of the chat to check the status on the two other snaps:

hs

opened • just now

fuck….

heeseung sinks into the couch, his right hand scrolling down notifications sent to him the past two hours. he had multiple snaps unopened, attempting to click on the most recent notification to see what one of his classmates sent in one of his many group chats.

he didn’t want to open your snap in all honestly, you two hadn’t spoken in months. his thumb practically slipped, clicking on your snap over the one directly above it.

at first he’s confused, screwing up his face with tight brows. his eyes scan the photo in confusion, from the soap on your torso to the pinched nipple.

“yo jake…” hes almost scared to speak over a whisper, his eyes unpeeled from the screen as he shifts his head slowly toward the stairs.

jake isn’t close enough to hear, slowly waltzing down from the second floor. the house was pretty large, styled with four bedrooms and a huge shared kitchen, living and dining room space.

jake lazily stomps through the house, looking over at the couch with squinted eyes. he reaches the kitchen, stationed to heeseungs right as he rips the two fridge doors open.

“did jay bring the wings?” he looks over his left shoulder at his stunned older friend, “i’m hungry as hell.”

the question falls on deaf ears, a soft “that chick from jays party just sent me a titty pic” slipping from heeseungs slim pink lips.

there’s no subtleness in his interjection, the boy purposefully leaving your name out — jake never remembered your name.

jakes head jerks a little in confusion, his eyebrows pulling together as he mimics heeseungs features.

there’s a pause,

“titty?”

heeseung laughs before continuing, “dude shes in the shower, boobs out and soapy.”

jakes mouth drops, his feet scurrying against the tile and wood flooring in his socks. he throws himself down on the couch, leaning over heeseungs right shoulder. heeseung angles his phone uncomfortably in his right hand as he displays the photo proudly, his screen obnoxiously bright.

jake leans in, his eyes scanning the photo completely.

he looks for more, wondering if there’s something else’s after the initial photo, if he could catch a glimpse lower just because it’s there.

he’s pretty impressed. he didn’t expect this type of photo from someone like you, pure disbelief in his face.

“no fucking way! thats….”

heeseungs eyes watch jakes expression, a smirk plastered on his tan features. “i-i mean…. she looks,” jake trails off again, his own right hand slowly pulling forward. he softly wraps his fingers wround the back of the device, looking at the still image with parted lips.

he can’t finish his sentence; and he’s not sure what he even started off with.

heeseung softly laughs at how perverted his friends face is, swallowing the urge to tease him.

“definitely not overrated.” jake comments aloud as he switches topics. he runs his tongue over his lips before laughing softly, “are you guys talking?” he asks with a soft glance to the left, licking his lips mindlessly as he awaits a response.

heeseungs head shakes no, jakes jake twitching in surprise as he glances back at the screen. “i haven’t seen or spoken to her in months.” he answers as he reaches his right hand out for his phone.

“i’m not even sure she meant to send it to me,” he starts again as he slowly pulls his phone back from the bottom, careful to keep the snap open.

jake smiles as he lets heeseungs phone go, “you think she sent me one?” a growing smirk engulfing his face as he shifts back in his seat, scooting his hips forward so he sits more comfortably.

“i’ll pay you a ‘hunnid dollars right now if she did.”

“bet”

jake rips his phone out his right front pocket, thumbs sifting through his password and apps. snapchat was truthfully one of his most used applications, ignoring the multiple unopened texts and unopened emails on his phone.

he recognizes your name from heeseungs screen, your notification squished between his other unopened snapchats.

“she sent me somethin’ too!” he looks over excitedly, practically bouncing in his seat as he laughs. “what time did she send the snap?” jake asks as he looks over to heeseungs screen, but he doesnt click off.

“dunno - can’t close the snap.”

jakes eyes push into a crescent shape as he laughs, sneaking one final peak at heeseungs phone.

“you’re a perv,” he comments as he clicks his most recent snapchat from you without warning.

the identical snap flashes onto his screen.

heeseung can’t believe it, his lips parting in shock as both men lock eyes. “this can’t be a mistake,” he comments with a soft shrug, dropping his phone on the couch.

“do we send something back?” jake asks softly, both men slowly glancing down at their screens.

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[tinyenha]

꒰ random texts with boss!heeseung .ᐟ ꒱

lee heeseung x fem!reader — cw nonidol!au, crack, profanities, cheating ex (from heeseung's side), coworker gets slapped, ignore any typos & ignore the mistake on slide 12... should say told me not told you.. i was very sleepy when i made this lol! no doubt office fits inspired this! enjoy xoxo! <3

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[tinyenha]

bad boy, good girl

where you treat his deep wounds after he got into a fight, for you.

pair: bad boy! heeseung x good girl! reader

warnings : cussing, slightly suggestive

buns note : this is strictly for the “good girl” heeseung stans

Being a delinquents girlfriend was no easy thing.

you heard about heeseungs doings all across the school, it always got to you first.

you have told your boyfriend he didn’t need to result in physical violence to solve quarrels but..

he always seemed to have a new cut everytime you saw him; and he always pecked your head and brushed your concern off with a “im fine baby.”

and you were always used to it; your concern fading into a smile.

but as you sat in your bathroom at your condo, a beat up heeseung in front of you, concern was etched onto your features.

“Seriously heeseung… i thought id be use to your little cuts by now..” you said as you examined the large wound on his bicep.

he stared at your face for a moment before chuckling. “Baby, it isn’t that serious. the guy just jabbed at me.”

you shook your head in annoyance as you dabbed a alcohol covered cotton ball on his wound.

heeseung would usually explain to you his stories—but now he sat eerily quiet.

“Heeseung, you awfully quiet today—“ you paused when you saw heeseungs face was a blushy tint.

“Those–…. those dicks were speaking badly about you baby.” he tugged you closer and sat you on his lap.

that action took you by surprise and you paused at cleaning his wound.

he knew you were about protest and tell him in a whiny tone. “you dont need to fight for me!” like always.

he lifted his arm that was injury free, cupping your chin with his hand.

he began to pepper your face with kisses, speaking in between them. “No one.. can speak about.. my baby.”

he ended with one kiss on your lips that was a bit feverish and rough.

you dropped your cotton swab and gripped onto his shoulder, returning the kiss.

he was starting to roam his hands all across your body before you stopped it when it landed under your shirt.

pulling back from the kiss—which resulted in a little bit of a metallic taste of blood on your tongue—you spoke. “w-wait.. i still have to treat your wound..”

he scoffed and shook his head. “i don’t need one arm to touch you pretty.. now be the good girl you are and shh.” he said as his lips connected to yours again.

taglist : @wonsdoll @cupidhoons @tzyunaes @elysianiki @kairoot

[tinyenha]

Corporate Life

genre/tags ✶ MDNI office!au, sunghoon x afab!reader x heeseung, smut, cursing, not proofread

synopsis ✶ working in corporate was supposed to be boring, not a guessing game of whether your two coworkers were eye fucking you or not.

smut warnings ✶ ass slapping, penetrative sex, use of pet names (slut, princess, baby, good girl, etc...), exhibitionism, oral male!receiving, msm (kissing, blowjob), fingering, virgin reader, threesom

WC ✶ 4.7

@heesimp

For the fourth day in a row, Sunghoon stood over Heeseung, who was slouched over in his chair working at his desk. Sunghoon’s forearm muscles tense under his white button down as he grips the edge of Heeseung’s desk, leaning down just enough to whisper whatever the hell it was into Heeseung’s ear for the umpteenth time today. Heeseung’s gaze matches yours as he looks across the short partition that separates your desk from his, the corners of his lips slipping into the smallest smirk as you instinctively clench your thighs together, a heat spreading through your core. 

You watch Heeseung turn his head to meet Sunghoon’s intense gaze, their lips just inches apart in a way that felt far too intimate for the office. Your breath hitches and you quickly look away, feeling a furious red bloom across your cheeks. What the hell? Was this what corporate life was like every day? You had only been here for a week now, and so far the air had never failed to suffocate you with whispered conversations and heated glances that seemed to exclude you at every turn. 

With a forced sigh, you turn your attention back to the report open on your monitor, but the words seem to blur together into a mirage of meaningless jumble. With the weight of Heeseung’s stare burning into you and Sunghoon’s continued murmuring, you find it almost impossible to focus on the task at hand. In the corner of your eye, you see Sunghoon’s lips brush against the shell of Heeseung’s ear as he moves closer, his body pivoting himself to block your view. 

It’s a relief when Sunghoon finally pushes off from Heeseung’s desk and returns to his own cubicle with a lazy stride. Without the weight of the two men’s presence, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, finding it easier to concentrate and breeze through the rest of your files in a timely manner. For the next few hours, the rapid sound of your nails hitting your keyboard fill the space as you complete your last ticket just before your first coffee break. 

Pushing back your chair, you rise to your feet and make your way to the breakroom; one that was thoughtfully stocked with an array of healthy snacks- greek yogurt, granola bars, protein drinks��� Though you just wanted a moment away from your desk. As you travel to the breakroom, you’re oblivious to the silent exchange shared between Heeseung and Sunghoon, the latter standing up from his desk as he follows after you in a silent pursuit. 

The hum of the fluorescent lights offers a welcome change from the bright spotlights of your office as you make your way to the counter, starting up the coffee machine. Fingers tapping against the cool marble surface as you watch each drip of coffee fill the pot, Sunghoon lingers by the vending machine in the corner, pretending to inspect the selection of snacks. His presence feels like anything but casual as his eyes lazily scan through the rows of healthy snacks which were voted upon by the staff in a monthly survey sent out last month, though Sunghoon can confidently say he has never seen anyone use it in the last three months he’s been working here. 

When the coffee machine dings, you quickly pour yourself a cup and turn to make a quick exit, but you collide with Sunghoon’s solid chest. “Oh, sorry,” you stammer, trying to step around him, but he matches your move with a casual smile. 

“My apologies. Y/n, was it?” He asks, his eyes locking your gaze with his, keeping you rooted to your spot. “Oh, is that the new coffee blend everyone’s been talking about?” He gestures to the cup in your hand, and without waiting for your reply, takes it from your hand.

You open your mouth as if to say something, but the words die off your tongue when he takes a slow, deliberate sip from your cup. As his lips meet your cup, his eyes never fail to leave yours and you feel your breath catch in your throat when he hands it back to you. “Not bad,” he says as his lips curl into a smirk, “But I think it could use a little more sugar.” 

Your cheeks flare with an intense heat as you stumble back, struggling to regain your composure. His cologne invades your senses and you suddenly become acutely aware of the warmth of his body emanating against yours. Desperate to get away, you awkwardly side step him, muttering a quick “Excuse me,’ before practically sprinting back to your desk. 

Back in the partial sanctuary of your cubicle, you take a sip of your coffee, tasting the mint that was evidently left behind by Sunghoon’s chapstick. The thought of your lips indirectly touching his sends a thrill through you, making you squirm in your seat. Your core slickens once again at the idea of your lips meshing with your coworkers, but you force yourself to focus on your screen. 

It works for a few hours, though the quiet rustle of papers and the soft click of your keyboard is interrupted by Heeseung walking over to you. He stands beside your desk, leaning a bit too close for your liking, “Hey, are you having trouble accessing the file in the manager’s email too?” He asks, his voice low and intimate as he peers down at your screen. 

“Email? I don’t think I got any…” you reply, the sudden proximity making your heart race as you cower into yourself. 

“Really?” With the rise of an eyebrow, he moves to stand behind you, leaning down until his chest touches your shoulder and his tie brushes against the hand resting on your mouse. “Let me check,” Without warning, he places his hand over yours, guiding the mouse with firm pressure as he scrolls through your inbox. “That’s strange. Maybe you weren’t on the email list,” he murmurs, his breath fanning against your cheek. 

“Was it important?” You ask, your voice catching as you clear your throat. Waiting for his response, you push your chair to the side, an attempt to create some distance between yourself and Heeseung. 

“It has some files we need for the meeting in ten minutes,” he replies, his gaze locking on yours, “But I’m sure we can manage without them. You’re coming, right?”

You nod, your shoulders relaxing once he steps back, giving you space to breathe. When he leaves, you collect yourself, taking a deep breath as you gather your laptop and notes. 

You take the ten minutes before the meeting starts as a way to have some time to yourself, entering the conference room first and taking a seat in the second to last seat at the end. The air is quiet, a stark contrast to the hum of chatter in the open office, and you use this time to organize your notes and adjust the settings on your laptop. 

A few minutes later, the door creaks open and you see Sunghoon stride in, a coffee in one hand as his eyes lock onto yours. He flashes you a smile before sliding into the chair directly next to yours despite the abundance of empty seats. You keep your eyes fixed on your laptop, but you can’t help but notice the intensity of his stare as he traces the lines of your profile as you pretend to type something important. 

“You look so beautiful when you’re focused,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. Your fingers freeze on your keyboard as the unexpected compliment sinks in. In the corner of your eyes, you see him lean back in his chair, spreading his legs wide until his knees press insistently against your own. The contact is warm and deliberate, sending waves of arousal down to your core. You shift in your seat slightly, acutely aware of the growing tension between you. 

As you move around in your seat, your gaze unintentionally drops downward, following the crease of his dress pants up to his lap. Your breath catches as you notice the way his navy blue dress pants fix around his groin, just barely letting you see the outline of his hardening bulge. A rush of heat floods your cheeks, your face burning as you force yourself to look away, but it’s too late. 

“Something catching your eye?” He teases, shifting slightly to bring his chair closer to yours. 

Your fingers hover uselessly over your keyboard as you think of an answer, but it proves futile as the meeting room door opens again, revealing Heeseung with a cool expression and papers tucked in his armpit. His gaze flickers between you and Sunghoon, as if catching onto the tension clouding the air before striding over to pull out the chair on your other side, sitting on the very end of the table. 

You sit in silence now, the minutes ticking by as the room slowly fills up with more and more coworkers. The once silent conference room now fills with a charged chatter as you make small talk with your coworkers, some you have acquainted yourself with and others you have yet to meet until today. You exchange polite conversation with your colleagues while you wait for the team leader, though your attention continues to drift back to Heeseung and Sunghoon. 

In due time, your team leader enters, carrying a stack of agendas that he drops in the middle of the table with a thud. Everyone leans forward to grab a copy, though Sunghoon stops you from grabbing one. He grabs two, giving you one while making sure his fingers brush against yours, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. You look up at him, your pulse quickening as an electrifying heat replaces the absence of his touch when he draws his hand back. 

Heeseung notices the silent exchange between you and Sunghoon and draws himself closer to you, pressing his knee into yours, though you can’t tell if it’s intentional or not. “Okay, let’s get started.” The team leader says, addressing the smart board at the front of the room. 

Though you try to focus on the presentation at hand, your thoughts seem to scatter as the two men who have positioned themselves to sandwich you between them have made it nearly impossible for you to pay attention. The meeting feels like a blur as the hard voice of your team leader mingles with the erratic thrum of your heartbeat. You’re barely registering what’s on the presentation slides at this point- every nerve in your body is on fire as the two men next to you push every boundary you’ve put up. 

Heeseung’s touch is persistent as he’s started tracing patterns on your thigh, his movements getting bolder, and higher, with each passing minute. Each stroke feels like a taunt, as if daring you to react to his touch. Meanwhile, Sunghoon’s constant nudging with his foot has evolved into a game of footsies, much to your dismay. His shiny black dress shoes trailing up your bare legs every so often as he pretends to listen to the presentation. 

And suddenly, during a particularly boring part of the presentation, you feel a harsh squeeze on your thigh, the pressure bitingly possessive. The violent squeeze has you audibly gasping before you can stop yourself. “Y/n?” The team leader asks, grabbing the attention of everyone. “Did you have something you’d like to share with the team?”

Your heart lurches as you come up with an excuse on the fly, “No, sorry!” You exclaim, waving your hands in the air in a desperate attempt to dismiss his concerns. When he turns his back on you, you shoot Heeseung a look, but he only returns it with a satisfied smirk. 

As the meeting presses on, the pressure of Heeseung’s hand never lessens. If anything, it grows more insistent as his fingers slip under your pencil skirt in a slow and deliberate tease which leaves arousal pooling in the seat of your panties. Your fingers grip the edge of your arm rests, the knuckles of your hands going white as he slides his fingers across your panties.

On your other side, Sunghoon’s gaze darkens when he notices Heeseung’s hand under your skirt, and without warning, reaches for your own hand. He pulls your hand into his lap, guiding it to his hardened cock and palming himself over the smooth fabric of his dress pants. Your fingers instinctively curl around the unmistakable shape beneath the nice fabric, and the quietest groan slips past Sunghoon’s lips. He shifts slightly, the move small enough to go unnoticed by the rest of the room, but enough for his suit jacket to fall like a curtain and cover your joined hands. 

You fight yourself to keep your expression neutral, biting the inside of your cheek to suppress the moan that’s been threatening to escape for God knows how long now. Your pulse beats wildly as Sunghoon’s slender fingers cover yours, squeezing tighter around him, pushing your palm harder against his aching erection. “Be good,” he whispers, “Wouldn’t want to draw any more attention, would you?”

You offer him a shaky nod, your breath hitching as Heeseung’s fingers slip inside your panties. The chill of his fingers sends goosebumps down your body as he rubs them between your folds, smirking to himself when he feels your slick drenching his digits within seconds. “Fucking slut,” he hums, “Soaking your panties when you should be focusing on doing your fucking job.” You clench your fists as he whispers to you, wiggling your hips around as his palm digs into your clit, his fingers working slow circles on your pussy. 

Torn between embarrassment and a shameful thrill burning the pits of your stomach, you move your free hand down to Heeseung’s lap, mimicking Sunghoon’s hold and wrap your fingers around his erection. Smirking as Heeseung’s breath catches in his throat, you squeeze, giving him a taste of his own medicine. Blinded by lust, you start to move your wrists up and down, both for their pleasure and your own. You’re unsure of what more to do though, limited to stroking them up and down as you’ve never done more than just make out with your past partners. Never before did you think you’d ever find yourself to be in a situation like this. 

“So fucking greedy, touching us both at work.” Sunghoon mutters, adjusting himself in his pants so his cock lays on the left side of his pants.

Every second that goes by feels like an eternity, your coworkers remaining painfully oblivious to whatever's going on below the table.  It’s almost laughable how unaware they are of the way you bite your lip to suppress any noises coming out of you, or of the way Sunghoon won’t stop moving around in his chair, or even how weirdly positioned Heeseung’s arm is as he slides his fingers down your folds. 

When your team leader finally concludes the presentation, you quickly push Heeseung’s hands away from you and stand up to leave, but Sunghoon pushes you down. “We’re just going to discuss some things here, we’ll be out in a bit.” Sunghoon says to your team leader. And luckily, your manager doesn’t seem to question it as he gives you three a nod, following the rest of the team out of the conference room. 

When they all file out, Heeseung stands up, his arousal painfully obvious as he goes to lock the door to the room before coming behind you. You pull your hand away from Sunghoon’s lap when Heeseung comes up from behind and puts his hands on your chest, rubbing you through your white button down blouse. “Did you have fun in there, you fucking tease?” 

You don’t respond, instead you nervously chew on your lip and close your eyes, not wanting to believe this is real. “He asked you a question,” Sunghoon says, swiveling your chair around to face him. 

“I- I don’t know.” You squeak, turning your head as if you’re afraid of being scolded. 

“I sure as hell didn’t. Wanted to shove my cock in you that whole time.” Heeseung says, bringing his hand up to your chin to pull your face to his. “Tell me you want this. Want us.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat, tempted to say yes but embarrassed to admit you’ve never done anything like this. “I-I’ve never done something like this…”

Sunghoon and Heeseung share a glance, a small smirk playing on their lips before turning back to you. “Do you mean you’re a virgin?” Heeseung asks, the grip on your chin softening as his gaze turns into something more gentle. 

You nod at Heeseung shyly, your gaze flicking away from his as a rush of heat burns onto your face. “Baby, look at us,” Sunghoon murmurs, his hand resting on your thighs, covering both with ease. “Do you want to watch Heeseung and I first?”

Your mind flashes back to earlier, when you saw Heeseung and Sunghoon whispering to one another, their faces so close to each other you almost wished they’d just kiss to get it over with. So you nod your head, and Heeseung steps back with a smirk, gesturing for Sunghoon to stand up.

The two boys face each other, their hands immediately finding purchase around the other’s necks as they lock lips in a passionate kiss. Heeseung’s hands run through Sunghoon’s dark locks as Sunghoon grabs at his ass, slipping his tongue in when Heeseung moans in response. Their mouths create a mixture of lewd sounds that has your pussy throbbing for something to clench around, and you find your hand navigating north to quell the desire. 

Sunghoon’s eyes slip open and he looks over at you, spotting the way your hand has slipped under your skirt as you watch them kiss each other. Smirking, Sunghoon bites the bottom of Heeseung's lip and he lets out an erotic moan, pushing his hips into Sunghoon. Their bulges grow as the two men grind against each other, filling the room with their moans. 

Heeseung is the first to let his hand drop to Sunghoon’s pants, hurriedly palming the boy through his slacks. “Fuck, you’re so hard, Hoon.” He gasps in between kisses, squeezing his hand around his length. 

Sunghoon moves his hand from Heeseung’s ass to his own hardening member, mimicking Heeseung’s movement, “Suck me off, Hee.” He whispers, keeping his eye on you as you massage your breasts. 

Heeseung is quick to drop to his knees, undoing the belt on Sunghoon’s pants while the latter strips himself of his jacket. “Just undo my zipper,” Sunghoon says, desperation in his voice. 

Following his direction, Heeseung unbuttons his pants and zipper once the belt is undone. You scoot your chair a little bit closer so you can see a bit better, your jaw dropping when you see just how big his bulge is without the fabric of his pants impairing your sight. Heeseung places a few kisses over his black briefs, rubbing his hand over the bulge before pulling his underwear down. 

When his cock springs free, Sunghoon flicks his fingers in the air, garnering your attention. “Come, but don’t touch.” He points to the ground beside Heeseung, and you obediently move next to Heeseung to sit on your knees.

In front of you, Sunghoon’s long, thick cock stands erect, waiting to be stimulated. Heeseung spits on his hand, stroking the impressive length up and down a few times before placing his mouth over it. You watch Sunghoon suck in a breath, his jawline accentuating his pleasure as he throws his head back in response to Heeseung’s warm mouth enveloping his cock. “Fuck, lick my shaft, just like that.” 

Heeseung comes off of Sunghoon’s member to lick up and down his shaft, moving his hand to massage his balls as he does. Sunghoon’s dick bounces every time Heeseung’s tongue passes over a sensitive spot, leaving him a moaning mess under his touch. “Let Y/n have a turn, Hee.” 

Heeseung moves over just a little to make room for you, looking at you with encouraging eyes. Unsure of what to do first, you press a kiss to the top of his cock. “You’re so fucking cute, Y/n.” Heeseung coos, stroking your hair. “Place your mouth on it, baby.”

You do as he says, doing your best to wrap your lips around him and push your head down as far as you can go. You don’t get far before the head of his cock hits the back of your throat, leaving you gagging around him. Sunghoon pulls you off of his cock by your hair with a satisfied chuckle, “Careful, princess.” He strokes your cheek, “Try again.” 

His cock is covered in your saliva from your last attempt, and you swallow hard before trying one more time, placing his member back in your mouth. You have more success this time around, able to bob your head up and down, allowing Sunghoon to moan as your throat wraps around his cock when you get far enough. “Doing so good, Y/n.” He praises, threading his fingers in your hair. 

Too focused on sucking Sunghoon off, you fail to notice Sunghoon nodding at Heeseung, telling him to move behind you. With nimble fingers, he unzips your pencil skirt, taking your panties with it. You pull off of Sunghoon’s cock to protest, but Sunghoon is quick to shove you back on, this time bucking his hips into your face. He’s relentless as he does his best to thrust into your mouth, albeit shallowly, while Heeseung’s fingers slowly make their way up to your heat. 

Heeseung presses his chest against your back as you sit up on your knees, holding you against him in such an intimate way, you’d almost be asking him what this meant if you weren’t so full of cock. With Heeseung’s fingers rubbing circles around your clit and Sunghoon thrusting into your mouth, tears start to prick your eyes and you start to thank yourself for wearing waterproof mascara that morning. “I’m gonna put my fingers in now,” Heeseung says, collecting your slick with his fingers in one go. Sunghoon slows his assault on your face as Heeseung plunges one digit in, allowing you to get used to the sensation, “So fucking tight, my God.” He sighs, pumping his finger in and out.

You pull off Sunghoons cock, “M-more.” You gasp, looking up at Sunghoon. 

A rough slap to your ass has you crying out in pleasure, and you bite your lip to prevent your tears from falling. “Be patient, slut.” Heeseung scolds, “You should be grateful I’m even prepping you in the first place.” 

You whimper at his words, clenching around his finger before he adds a second. The stretch has you reeling in pain, but it quickly goes away and settles into a dull ache once he starts moving his hand again. When your body relaxes, Sunghoon sits down and pulls you into a kiss, not wasting any time to slide his tongue into your mouth. 

The familiar taste of mint chapstick from your coffee cup transcends onto your taste buds as he kisses you, a half-smile tugging at your mouth as you recall the memory of him stealing your drink. 

Sunghoon pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms around your waist in an intimate yet possessive grip. His kiss deepens, “You’re fucking ours, you got that?” A shudder rips through you at the thought of being claimed by both Heeseung and Sunghoon, though you don’t dwell on the thought for long.

As Heeseung’s fingers continue to pump into you, a coil begins to tighten in your lower stomach, “Heeseung, I feel weird!” you cry, instinctively clenching around his digits as the feeling intensifies. 

“My baby’s getting close to cumming, hm?” He coos, speeding up his pace. With a few more thrusts, you come undone around his fingers, a white film collecting around his fingers as he lets you ride out your high on his digits. “Good girl, you did so good for us.” 

You collapse against Heeseung, your head resting against his chest as you catch your breath. “We’re so proud of you, princess.” Sunghoon says before locking lips with Heeseung for a second time. Your eyes flutter open at the sound of lips smacking, just in time to see Heeseung’s tongue slip inside of Sunghoon’s mouth. The sight itself has you growing wet again, and you squirm in Heeseung’s hold. 

“Do you think you’re ready for our cocks now?” Heeseung asks, peering down at you as he disconnects himself from Sunghoon’s lips. 

You nod eagerly, letting the boys pick you up and place you onto the desk, your bare ass on the conference table while your legs dangle off of it. “Look how neglected you left our bambi…” Sunghoon chastises, rubbing his hand overHeeseung’s clothed erection, “You gonna let him use your hole?” 

Heeseung undoes his belt and button, not bothering to take them off like Sunghoon did and takes out a condom from jacket pocket. He gives himself a few quick pumps before slipping on the condom, biting his lip in the process. In one swift motion, he lifts your legs up so that they wrap around his waist, lining himself up at your entrance and prodding you with just the tip. “Let me know if it hurts, ok?” With that, he slowly pushes in, inch by inch, wincing as he feels your walls wrap around him. 

When he bottoms out, you wait for the pain to subside before giving Heeseung the go ahead to start moving. When you do, Heeseung’s pace is relentless as he pulls out and immediately snaps his hips back into you. The sudden intrusion has you crying out with pleasure, his cock opening you up in ways you’ve never experienced before. “F-fuck! You’re too big, Heeseung!” you cry, scratching at his back. 

“You can take it, slut!” He says, slamming into you. 

Sunghoon, who is standing a few feet away from the two of you, hand stroking his cock as he watches his best friend slam into you, steps forward. “You’re too tense, Y/n. Relax for us, baby.” He says, using his free hand to rub circles around your clit. With the extra stimulation, you relax around Heeseung’s cock, allowing him to move in and out of you at an easier pace. “There you go, baby.” He praises.

Heeseung leans forward under the guise of kissing you, and you open your mouth to accept his kisses, but instead, he spits into your mouth. “Swallow it,” he demands, snapping his hips into you. The lust in his voice sends a wave of desire rushing through you, making you swallow. “Good fucking girl,” he says, leaning down and kissing you this time. His lips are thinner than Sunghoon’s, but the passion is no less than the others as he continues to pound into you with your lips locked together. 

“Mmph, Heeseung- I’m gonna cum!” You moan, clinging to his arms as that familiar coil in your stomach tightens again. Heeseung subtly adjusts your position, slightly lifting your ass off of the table, allowing his cock to hit that spot. “T’s too much!” You cry, a tsunami of pleasure hitting you as your vision goes white. 

Heeseung, relentless in his thrusts, finds himself letting his release go as well when he feels your pussy tighten around his cock. Spurts of cum spill into the condom as his dick twitches inside of you, “Fuck, Y/n, cumming on my cock like that, you dirty girl.” He pants. 

You lay back on the table, Heeseung’s dick softening inside of you as the two of you catch your breath, but Sunghoon’s not done. “I’m close,” He says, approaching Heeseung with a look of desperation. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me?” Heeseung asks, gripping Sunghoon’s hair. Sunghoon bites his lip, the speed of his hand increasing as he listens to Heeseung talk to him. “Look at you, so desperate to cum, but you can’t without getting off to my voice.” 

Heeseung looks over to you with his eyebrow raised, as if expecting you to say something. Instead, you sit up, leaning on your arms and beckon Sunghoon over to give you a kiss. You capture his lips in a smoldering kiss, letting out the most erotic moans as encouragement. “Cum for me, Sunghoon.” 

And with that, thick, white ropes of cum spurt out of his slit, landing across the conference table while his head is thrown back in pleasure, moans leaving his mouth like a chant. 

“Next time, Sunghoon will fuck you.” Heeseung says. 

[tinyenha]

WAiTiN’ ON CALLS — S. JAEYUN 𓂃 ⭑

( 엔하이픈 제이크 ) : jake misses you — too much for his own liking. he tries to move on, and by doing so, he gives you one last call. usually it would go directly to voicemail, but instead, he was greeted with you on the other line.

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Jake knew he was beyond exhausted—so tired that all he could manage after work was to head straight for his bed, not even bothering to take off his suit.

But despite the dim lighting and the comfort of sinking into his mattress, sleep refused to come. He tossed and turned, tried counting sheep, but nothing worked. Frustrated, he sat up, turning on the radio to a soft, quiet tune as he stared at his phone.

He already knew what was on his mind.

His gaze settled on his contact list, focusing on one name—yours.

He missed you, more than he cared to admit. His eyes lingered on your icon, a picture he’d secretly taken during one of your dates. You’d demanded he delete it, but he never did. Instead, he kept it as a reminder of you, proudly showing it off whenever he got the chance.

A small, bittersweet smile crept onto his lips as his eyes trailed down to your name, the ache in his chest growing a little heavier.

My Love. He never bothered changing it—that name was reserved for you, and only you. Was it strange for him to keep it that way? He wasn't sure, but what he did know was that no matter what, you’d always be his love, even if he was the only one who still believed it.

Should he call you again?

His finger hovered over your name, hesitating—a rare feeling for him. He’d always called before, whenever he had a free moment. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, just a way to clear his head, but it had become a habit. Strangely enough, he found relief in those calls. They always went straight to voicemail, and he was certain you never listened to them.

That’s where he poured his heart out, leaving messages that no one would hear. It was sad, but in a way, comforting—like shouting into the void, knowing there'd be no echo, no response.

He often wondered why you hadn’t blocked him yet. Maybe, if you did, it would finally force him to move on.

Maybe that would give him the push he needed to let go.

But deep down, he knew it wasn’t that simple. He was the one holding onto the past, the one clinging to old habits. Why did he think calling you, of all things, would help him get over you? Even if someone asked him, he wouldn’t know how to explain it.

Maybe he didn’t really want to.

Maybe, just maybe, he was still hoping for something—anything—from you.

He just wanted to hear your voice again, even though it felt impossible at this point. Pressing his lips together, he finally tapped the call button. Placing the phone on his thigh, Jake ran a hand through his hair, unable to look at the screen as the rings buzzed in the quiet room.

As usual, he fully expected you wouldn’t answer.

Normally, the sting of disappointment would hit him when you let his calls go unanswered, but tonight felt different. Tonight, everything was going to change.

This would be the last time he stared at your contact, the last time he pressed your number, and the last voicemail he'd leave. Tonight, he was finally going to say goodbye.

Tonight—

"Hello?"

His body went still.

For a moment, Jake couldn’t believe it. Your voice, so familiar yet distant, cut through the static of the call. He had rehearsed this moment over and over in his mind, but now that it was real, his words were trapped in his throat.

"Jake?" you repeated, sounding confused, maybe even concerned. "Are you there?"

He swallowed, trying to collect himself. "Hey," he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I didn’t expect you to pick up."

There was a brief silence on the other end, making his heart race, before you spoke again. "I didn’t expect to get so many calls... or all the voicemails."

"You... you listened to them?" he asked, barely able to believe it.

“Caught up on all of it yesterday,” you admitted, your voice surprisingly calm. “You really sent a lot, huh?”

Jake’s heart was pounding so loudly that it drowned out his own thoughts. He couldn’t believe this was happening. The plan to say goodbye, the resolution he had built up in his mind, seemed to dissolve the moment he heard your voice.

He didn’t want to mess this up—he couldn’t.

“I still didn’t expect you to actually listen to them,” he said, his voice shakier than he wanted it to be.

“How could I not?” you chuckled softly, attempting to ease the awkward tension. It was strange, both of you knew it. Talking to your ex, someone you swore you’d never contact again, felt surreal.

And yet, here you were—on the phone, waiting for him to say something more.

Jake took a breath, the weight of his next words heavy on his chest. "I was planning on this being the last call,” he confessed. “Since you never really picked up... I figured I was just bothering you."

There was a pause on the other end, and he held his breath, wondering what you’d say next.

"Would it be wrong to say I had a feeling?" you finally replied, voice soft.

"How could you tell?"

"Just... a gut feeling," you said, as if searching for the right words. "Or maybe because… I knew you."

His heart couldn’t help but falter—he knew you were not lying. You did know him, deeply once. But that closeness had slipped away when life had led you down different paths.

"Yeah," was all he could muster, the simplicity of the word masking the storm of emotions within him. He wasn’t sure how to move forward, or if he even wanted to.

“Do you mean every single voice message?” you asked, breaking the silence that had settled between you two. Jake’s eyes widened, caught off guard by the question.

“Of course I do,” he replied, gripping his phone tightly, as if it could somehow bridge the distance between you. His heart was pounding; he needed to make this count. “There isn’t a single thing I’ve sent to you that I’d ever want to take back. Every word was real. It’s exactly how I feel about you... about us.”

For a moment, vulnerability hung between you, both knowing this conversation could change everything. Jake could only hope you’d feel it too, that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to turn this into something more.

“Come see me then.”

“Huh?” Jake’s breath hitched, unsure if he’d heard you right.

“You’re not going to leave me hanging this time, are you?” you asked with a light chuckle, though your voice held a hint of nervousness. You hoped the laughter would mask how your heart was pounding, racing in anticipation.

Jake barely registered the words before he was scrambling to grab his keys, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. “Not this time,” he stammered, his voice shaking with excitement and a touch of panic. He could feel his pulse hammering as he fumbled with his shoes, trying to keep his hands steady.

The thought of seeing you, of finally closing the distance he’d been feeling for so long, filled him with both anticipation and nervous energy.

"Take your time," you teased, though he could hear the faintest tremor in your voice, as if you were trying to calm yourself, too. But he knew he wouldn’t—couldn’t—wait.

He barely managed to lock his door, nearly tripping as he rushed down the stairs. His mind raced, playing over every word, every message he’d sent, wondering if this was finally his chance to make things right.

As he reached his car, hands fumbling for his keys, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to focus, to drive safely. But his heart wouldn’t slow, each beat pushing him forward with a desperate urgency.

Jake barely remembered the drive over, his mind racing faster than the car itself. As he pulled up in front of your house, he felt a fresh wave of nerves settle over him. He sat there for a second, gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady his breath.

This was it.

With a final deep breath, he stepped out of the car and walked up the path to your door, his heart pounding with every step. He hesitated before raising his hand to knock, his mind swirling with questions.

But before he could overthink it, the door swung open, and there you were, standing there in the soft glow of your porch light. For a split second, neither of you spoke, caught up in the quiet intensity of the moment.

“Hi,” you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips, though he could see the same nervousness reflected in your eyes. “Still in your work attire?”

Jake looked down, realizing for the first time that he was still in his slightly rumpled shirt and loosened tie, his rushed appearance suddenly feeling a bit ridiculous. He let out a small, embarrassed laugh, reaching up to grab his tie as if he could somehow hide it from you. But when he looked back up, he wore a shy smile, his eyes creasing in that gentle way that had always made your heart skip.

Before he could say anything else, you stepped closer, reaching up to fix his tie, your fingers brushing against the fabric with a delicate touch that sent a shiver down his spine. He swallowed, feeling his pulse quicken. It was such a simple gesture, yet it felt like slipping back into something deeply familiar, a memory that had never truly faded.

“There,” you murmured softly as you adjusted the tie, smoothing out the collar. Your hand lingered for just a second longer, and in that moment, Jake felt everything—the unspoken words, the history, the quiet yearning.

“Thank you,” he managed, his voice a little rough.

"I didn’t realize you wanted to see me that badly… especially after just finishing your shift,” you said with a hint of surprise. “You’ve always loved your job.”

Jake let out a small, wistful laugh, meeting your gaze. “Even after a long shift, that isn’t enough to distract me from you,” he admitted. You both knew how deeply he was dedicated to his work, how it had once been the thing that drew him away from you, consuming his time and energy. Something he loved had taken his real love away from him. But he couldn’t dwell on regrets now, not when this chance was standing right in front of him.

“Every time I get back from work, I have to leave a voicemail,” he confessed quietly, his words hanging between you both.

“Every night?” you asked, startled. You hadn’t realized just how much he’d been reaching out in those messages, hadn’t counted the days it had spanned. “That’s… a lot, Jake.”

He nodded, his gaze steady and sincere. “There hasn’t been a single day I haven’t thought about you, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice raw with honesty.

You looked at him, noticing how he pressed his lips together, a nervous habit he’d never quite outgrown. His hair was neatly parted, and his suit fit him perfectly, accentuating the small changes time had brought to him. Somehow, he looked even better than you remembered—or maybe it was simply because you’d missed him more than you’d realized.

“Jake,” you murmured, almost as if testing his name again, letting it fill the space between you both. “I really missed you too.”

At your words, Jake’s face lit up, his cheeks lifting with a smile he couldn’t contain, no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure. He quickly looked away, clearing his throat, but when he turned back, his grin only grew wider as he saw your own smile mirroring his.

“Then… would you let me stay the night?” he asked softly, his voice hopeful, though almost immediately he seemed to second-guess himself. His smile faltered as he began to backpedal, a nervous laugh escaping. “Or, if that’s too much, we could just sit outside, or… in my car? Just to talk, to catch up—or maybe just to let me finally say all these things I’ve kept hidden.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, finding his nervous rambling unexpectedly endearing. It was hard to remember the last time you’d seen Jake like this—unsure, almost shy. Without another word, you reached out and grabbed his arm, gently tugging him inside.

“You can stay,” you said, a warmth in your voice that eased the lingering tension in the air.

Jake blinked in surprise, his nervous expression melting into something more tender as he stepped inside. The familiar warmth of your home wrapped around him, but it was the simple presence of you that truly eased him. He hadn’t realized how much he'd longed for this—just to be near you again.

As he looked at you, a quiet realization washed over him, clear and undeniable. He wasn’t just here because he needed to be; he was here because he wanted to be.

Wherever you were, that was where he wanted to be too.

‘💬’ ─── may active soph come back after this one 😖!

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[tinyenha]

୨୧ — ANALYSING: ATTRACTION !

୨୧ ; everyone knows lee heeseung- he's the super cute psychology major! how did you find yourself holding hands with him? pairing! psychologymajor!heeseung x psychologymajor!reader | wc. 0.8k | warnings: failed attempt at humour, probably cringe EN-

🖇 : this will be a full series for all enhypen members!

everyone has noticed lee heeseung in the psychology lecture hall, even you.

he's always sitting at the middle of the hall, furiously taking notes

this man explains freud's theories in a way that makes the professor pause and ask for his name

he's such a dork omg you sometimes see him doodling little brain diagrams on the margin of his notebooks with little text bubbles and smiley faces — more under cut!

you can't help but sneak glances at him like HE'S SO HOT

who wouldn't want to stare at lee heeseung rather than the mid fifties dude who can't seem to stfu

ok well heeseung's been eyeing you too because well DAMN you're face card is crazyyyy

and you're also really smart ACADEMIC WEAPON

so one day you two got grouped together for some kind of psychology project and you're just trying your best not to freak out

you've liked this guy since your freshman year of uni ever since you saw him at that shitty university party wdym you got paired up with him

luck is on your side this term (or is it fate?)

heeseung is so shy you're just too pretty for him to handle but he's still the first one to initiate conversation between you two

just walks up to you with his little notebook and pen in the lecture hall "so what are your ideas for the project?"

you don't even reply you just spend a moment or two taking in the godly sight in front of you and he just stands there like 🧍

it's so awkward for a moment but you finally start talking after blessing your eyes with lee heeseung's face

you two hit it off on the spot (you two are both nerds- cute nerds, mind you.)

you two spend a whole hour just discussing interesting psychology experiments before deciding you guys have to focus

“we really need to lock in."

"yeah we really should."

you guys move on from the stanford prison experiment to cognitive neuroscience

tbh you're really impressed with the amount of knowledge heeseung has on psychology

i mean sure it's his major but statistics show that over 54% of university students aren't happy with the classes they take

not heeseung he loves his little psychology life especially now that you're his project partner

this man is in the clouds he feels like he can fly

he keeps complimenting your psychology knowledge and you just brush him off

because heeseung's the one who just explained the flipping hippocampus like it's a ted talk.

poor boy is trying so hard to focus but he's kind of distracted bc he's busy stealing glances at you

he keeps stuttering whenever you ask him something

“oh, umm"

it's kind of giving loser but he's a cute loser ykyk

you pretend not to notice how he trips over his words and goes red in the face to protect his dignity and pride but you're dying inside as well

lee heeseung. stuttering over you.

SKJFGJDKK

you and heeseung meet up everyday to do your project together

most of the time you guys meet at the library or a cafe but sometimes he invites you to his dorm

i imagine his dorm to be like his room in enhypen's dorm

like it's spacious and clean and all that

but boy why's there a huge gaping empty space in the middle of the room

well that gaping empty space is useful to spread out the 2838484 notes heeseung has written on neuroscience

you two always seem to reach for the same paper at the same moment HMMMMM

everytime you touch in anyway you feel like you're about to pass out like OH LEE HEESEUNG'S FINGER JUST BRUSHED AGAINST YOURS

heeseung gets sooo flustered he feels the same way about you

he's so busy staring at you when you're not looking bc you're js so goddamn perfect

after the group project you and heeseung submit the most scrumptious project ever

you both get straight As the thesis you guys wrote together was so sexylicious oml

you're kind of sad when the project is all over bc what if you and heeseung go back to not speaking and just acknowledging e/o's presence with a smile and a nod.

well you have nothing to worry about because he confesses after a week of 'accidental touches' and stolen glances

this guy, he gives you a little peck on the cheek and both of yall blushing like crazyy

heeseung definetly blurts out random psychology facts about love bc he's a little geek

he says psychology pick up lines as well

"are you a serotonin boost? because just being around you brightens my mood" bitch what.

jay jake sunghoon sunoo jungwon ni-ki ~ tba…

✉️: @icyy-hoon taglist is open!

[tinyenha]

nine to five | office workers!enhypen x fem!reader

notes: SMUT!! so mdni and proceed with caution/at your own risk! porn with some plot. you 🫵, my dear reader are in fact the same person for the rest of this piece/mini-series (not sorry lol). enhypen are pervs! like freaky pervs! decelis corp is lowkey highkey a sex service company lol. you must really need this job but it's ok because same. inspired by both enha's new music video AND the intern mini-series by @lomlhwa (literally CHEF'S kiss)

reblogs are appreciated!!

Welcome to Decelis Corporation! As the new member of the creative department, you're tasked with developing new ideas to help promote the company and bring in new investors! Though the creative department is not as big as the other departments, you and your seven teammates are just as capable and incredibly skilled! Though, no one told you just how skilled they were... And unfortunately you made the mistake of not reading the fine print when signing the contract...

All members are welcome to explore the services provided by Decelis! By signing this contract, you are consenting to every and all services at your own expense (refer to the employee handbook for the list of services)! Please note that services outside of office hours will not count as overtime unless a request has been submitted by the team leader!

Thank you for joining Decelis Corporation! We hope to have you for a while!

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII

PART I: Heeseung, Office Manager/Team Leader

He was very friendly when you first came into the company. Heeseung was one of the first people to really show you the ropes of the office. He told you where the good coffee was and where to buy lunch if you didn't bring any from home. He also helped you with deadlines if the other guys (Sunghoon) decided to leave you with the bulk of the shared work. Heeseung is a good guy.

What you're not aware of, is his lingering stare when you're too close to another team member. Or when you wear your pencil skirts rather than your dress pants. Or when you decide to dress more casually in jeans and bend down to find the pen you just dropped.

Heeseung was a starer with many thoughts about you.

He knows you didn't read the fine print of the company contract. You have this innocent look on your face that's unaware of the multiple uses of the break room on your floor. You smile at him so prettily, completely oblivious to the wolfish stares he and the others give you. You look at him with admiration, and it gets him hard when he's reading through the weekly reports that Sunoo emails him.

Today is no exception. You're wearing your hair in a ponytail and you're sporting glasses instead of your contacts.

"Why the glasses?" he hears Jungwon ask.

"I- I was running late..." you replied, looking a bit embarrassed. You miss the way Jungwon smirks at you, but Heeseung doesn't. And he doesn't like it.

"Jungwon." You both straighten up at the sound of the leader's voice. Heeseung steadily walks towards you both, eyes locked on the younger man. "Did you send me the spreadsheet for this week?" Jungwon's eyebrows rise up as a sudden epiphany hits him at the mention of the spreadsheet. he sputters out a half-apology, going back to his desk to start it.

"Y/n?"

You turn towards Heeseung, and you resemble a deer caught in headlights. Heeseung has to suppress the thought of you on your knees for him when you look at him with your wide eyes.

"The higher-ups really liked your report from last week," he starts off. Your eyes twinkle at the news. You also seem to relax a bit compared to when Jungwon was spoken to.

"Really?"

Heeseung nods, taking a step closer towards you.

"They were wondering if you could stay overtime to make some calls about your proposals."

That spark in your eye is gone at the mention of having to stay past office hours. Heeseung's eyebrow raises at the change in mood.

"You don't want to? I already filled out the overtime form for you, I just need a confirmation..."

"It's not that I don't want to... It's just that, Jungwon asked if I wanted to eat dinner with him later..."

Heeseung feels his eye twitch.

"And I hate the thought of staying here on my own late at night. It's kinda creepy..."

There's a bit of silence between you two and you think he might tease you but instead, he flashes you a smile. It's the same one he gave you on your first day when he welcomed you.

"I'll stay with you. I have to work on some things anyways."

Your first overtime shift was when you realized that maybe you should've read the fine print.

Heeseung's kisses were hungry. You were worried about being caught but according to him,

"Overtime means no disruptions. It's on page 15 of the handbook."

He has you perched on one of the desks in your department. His hands felt like fire. His lips were addicting. You felt like you were about to explode if he kept grinding his hardened cock against your leg.

"S-slow down, Hee," you bite your lip to swallow down a moan. He simply smirks at you before kissing down your neck. You whimper when you feel his teeth nibble around the area.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting, baby. Been wanting to fuck you since day one." He harshly bites down on the side of your neck, and you're so sure that you're going to have to wear one of your turtlenecks tomorrow.

Heeseung's hand starts trailing from your thigh to your clothed pussy. The material of your dress pants feels rough against your clit when Heeseung cups you.

"H-hold on Hee! We don't even know each other!"

He clicks his tongue before letting out a sigh.

"Y/nnie... You've been working here for 3 months now... Of course we know each other!"

"B-but we never hang out outside of work-!"

Heeseung cuts you off by leaning in to kiss you, this time shoving his tongue into your mouth. You immediately reciprocate his kiss and move your own tongue against his. He pulls away and puts his forehead against your own, a laugh escapes him.

"You say you don't know me, but you're kissing me back so well. You want this Y/nnie~"

You let out a whine, the hand on his chest uselessly pushing him away. Heeseung proceeds to unbutton your dress pants before slowly pulling down the zipper. He holds eye contact with you as he does this, smiling even wider when you make no effort to really stop him.

"Tell me something Y/n." He shoves his hand down your underwear, immediately feeling your wet cunt, spreading your lower lips to gather your wetness on his fingers. "Have you ever thought of me doing something to you?" He adds a single finger inside your aching pussy.

"N-no!" you look away from him, too embarrassed to have let him have his way with you. Your answer doesn't seem to please him, because Heeseung then adds another finger, moving them in and out of your cunt and reaching spots that you haven't been able to. Your face falls at the sensation, and you're using every fiber of your being to not give into him.

"You're lying baby, I see the way you look at me." Heeseung's fingers pick up the pace, the sloshing sound of your cunt is so erotic and almost immediately you give up trying to stay quiet.

"Hee-Heeseung! Oh my God~" Your toes curl when he hits a particular spot, head thrown back as you quickly give up fighting against him. You unconsciously spread your legs more for him, and he can only laugh at you.

"Such a slut, baby." You clench at his words, eyes rolling back as he continues. "What will Wonie say when he finds out I fucked you on his desk?"

You can barely hear what he's saying, too focused on his fingers deep in your cunt. Your jaw hangs open as his fingers begin to get rougher.

"D-don't stop! Fuck! M'almost close Hee!" You're moaning like a mantra, too far gone because of him.

"You gonna come for me baby?"

You nod, mind going numb to truly respond to him.

He feels your pussy begin to spasm and he helps you ride out your orgasm by rubbing his thumb against your clit. Heeseung doesn't stop until you're whining at the overstimulation and pushing his hand away. You feel some seconds pass and you forget what you're about to say to him because he makes you stand from the desk and pushes you to your knees. You look up at Heeseung and he's looking down at you as he unbuckles his belt.

"We're gonna make use of your pretty ponytail, hmm?" He doesn't even fully remove his pants, instead he pushes them and his underwear down enough to free his cock. It's not girthy, but it's long. "Give it a kiss?"

You hesitantly lean in to peck the tip. It feels hot again your lips. You look back up at him and Heeseung rolls his eyes.

"You gotta put it in your mouth now, baby."

You swallow the lump that's stuck in your throat before leaning in to suck his tip into your mouth. Heeseung lets out a sigh, nodding his head to encourage you to take more of him. You slowly take as much of his length as you can, you feel his tip at the back of your throat and you can't help the gag that arises. He's not even halfway in. l

"Careful baby, don't want you to choke. Breathe f'me." You nod, and slowly take in more of him. Heeseung lets out a groan when he looks down at you. He regrets leaving his phone on his desk when your nose touches his abdomen.

You slowly begin to bob your head along his cock, careful to not gag around him. Drool begins to drip down your jaw and onto your neck. Heeseung lets out a moan. You feel the grip on your ponytail tighten and let out a whine when Heeseung begins to control your pace to a faster one.

"Look so pretty like this... Jay's gonna be so jealous." You don't register what he says, too focus on how turned on you are. Your glasses start to fog up at Heeseung's ministrations. Your face sports a sheen layer of sweat. The sounds that emit from you make you feel dizzy.

Heeseung sees the way you look and grins when he feels your hands grip onto his leg.

"You like my cock?" His grin spreads when he sees your eyes roll. "Keep going baby, gonna come real soon."

Your thighs start to rub together to relieve some of the tension. Heeseung notices and forces his leg between your thighs, placing his dress shoe against your cunt.

"Use me baby."

You grind your cunt against his shoe, your moan vibrating on his cock. Heeseung's breathing begins to stagger the more you continue. His hold on your ponytail tightens as his pace becomes sloppy.

"Gonna come, I want you to swallow, ok?" You try your best to nod, too indulged by the relief he's given you. Heeseung bobs your head once, twice, and you feel his cum release into you mouth. He keeps your head still as he empties himself out, breathing hard to calm himself down. After some seconds, Heeseung removes his hand from your hair and his foot from between your legs, you whine out in protest at the loss, but he simply leans down to catch your jaw, tilting your head up.

"Swallow baby." You do as he says, and he lets out a low groan when your tongue comes out to clean around your lips.

Heeseung helps you stand on your feet before turning you around, pushing your chest against the surface of the desk.

You finally get a good look at the desk and your eyes widened in realization of Heeseung's words from earlier. Right in front of you is Jungwon's framed photo of him and your team leader. You're about to protest when you feel your pants being pulled all the way down and Heeseung's own belt hitting the floor.

"This is Jungwon's desk Hee! We have to go somewhere else-!" For the second time, Heeseung cuts you off by landing a smack on your ass. You feel a glob of spit fall on your opening and his tip rubs itself against you to gather his spit and your own wetness.

"Don't mention his name."

He pushes into you in one go, your mouth falls open in a silent scream. Heeseung beings to pound into your pussy, his grip on your hips are sure to leave a mark. You try to hold yourself up on your elbows, but his hand pushes your head on the desk to keep you down.

"Pussy so fucking good." He throws his head back, reveling in the feeling of your pussy. You whimper as he lands a hard smack on your ass again.

"Heeseung! S-slow down!" You shut your eyes at his brutal pace. Your airways feel constricted the more he fucks you.

You want to tell him that this isn't right. Not only are you soiling Jungwon's desk, he's not listening to you at all. But the sick little side of you has always wanted this. You've thought about Heeseung before. Thought about how he'd be like in bed, about the feeling of his cock, if he was vocal or quiet. You've had many thoughts about Heeseung, you're just too shy to act on it.

"Such a whiny baby, Y/nnie. Y'feel that?" He takes your hand and trails it down to press it against your stomach. His cock bulges out slightly, making you feel dizzy at how deep he is.

"Who's fucking you?"

Your brain is barely functioning, too cock-drunk to answer him. Heeseung's hand lingers to your throat to squeeze it before pulling you up against his chest by your neck.

"Answer me baby, who's fucking you so good?"

"Y-you! You Hee! Fuck! So good!"

Your moans are incoherent, as he speeds up his pace. His thrusts begin to get more sloppy.

"Please let me come inside. Let me eat your pussy with my cum."

You clench around his cock at his words. Heeseung's hand on your hips move to rub your clit. Your legs begin to tremble and finally, you came, spasming around him. Heeseung thrusts into you a couple more times before finally coming as well.

You shudder at how warm his cum feels inside you. He stays inside for a bit and you're grateful, too spent to really move and let him move. His hands find purchase on your hips again, rubbing them as if to soothe you.

"So.... You're still gonna let me eat you out right?"

[tinyenha]

the last rose | s.jy

summary - after a misunderstanding fueled by betrayal, y/n ends her relationship with jake, leaving them both shattered. but when the truth comes to light, y/n fights to mend what was broken, and together they rebuild their love, learning to trust again despite the pain

genre - based on the jaehyun song ‘roses’, second chance romance, heavy angst, smut, fluff

warnings - lower case intended, pwp, light smut (MDNI), unprotected sex, breast play

requested by @addictedtohobi 4,1 wc ! masterlist

every day since their first date, jake brought y/n a single rose. it was his routine, a quiet steady promise of love and constancy.

y/n would always smile when she saw him at her door, holding out that delicate flower with a soft grin. it was their thing, their symbol. it wasn’t extravagant, but it was theirs.

that’s why when y/n received the video, it felt like a betrayal she couldn’t ignore.

the video arrived unexpectedly, a text from her guy best friend. “you should see this,” it said, followed by a shaky clip of jake at a bar.

in the dim lighting of the footage, jake leaned toward a girl, laughing softly at something she said. the girl rested a hand on his arm, her touch lingering. y/n’s heart twisted painfully, the sight burning into her mind.

that morning, he had handed her a rose. now, it felt like a cruel joke.

jake knocked on her door that evening, a new rose in hand. y/n stared at it for a moment before opening the door, her face a mask of calm despite the storm raging inside her.

“hey,” he greeted, his voice warm as he held the flower out to her. but her hands stayed at her sides, unmoving.

“don’t,” she said, her voice icy.

jake frowned, lowering the rose slightly. “what’s wrong baby, did something happen?”

she crossed her arms, her gaze piercing. “you tell me, jake. or should i start?”

his confusion deepened, and he stepped closer. “what are you talking about?”

she let out a bitter laugh, pulling her phone from her pocket. she tapped the screen a few times and shoved it toward him. “this.”

jake took the phone, watching the video play. his brows furrowed as he recognized the bar, the girl, and himself. “y/n, this isn’t what it looks like—”

“don’t.” her voice broke slightly, but she quickly steadied it. “don’t tell me it’s not what it looks like. you’re laughing with her. she’s touching you, and you’re just… letting her.”

“she started talking to me out of nowhere,” jake explained, his tone growing urgent. “i was being polite. that’s it.”

“polite?” she scoffed, her arms tightening around herself. “so polite that you let her flirt with you? touch you?”

“y/n,” he said, stepping closer, his voice pleading now. “nothing happened. i swear to you. the moment she touched my arm, i pulled away. i told her i wasn’t interested. you didn’t see the whole story.”

her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but her expression remained hard. “and i’m just supposed to take your word for it? jake, how many other moments like this have i missed?”

“there are no other moments!” he exclaimed, his frustration slipping through. “you’re the only one i want. you know that.”

she shook her head, backing away from him. “no, jake. i don’t know that. not anymore. that video… it felt like a slap in the face. do you have any idea what that did to me?”

“y/n, please,” jake begged, setting the rose on the table between them. “don’t let this ruin what we have. talk to me. believe me.”

her voice cracked as she spoke. “maybe i’m just not enough for you. maybe i never was.”

“don’t say that,” jake said, his voice breaking now too. “you’re more than enough. you’re everything to me.”

she turned away, unable to look at him any longer. “then why does it hurt so much, jake? why can’t i believe you?”

he reached out, his hand hovering just behind her shoulder, but he didn’t touch her. “because you’re letting this one moment erase everything we’ve built. don’t do this, y/n. don’t push me away.”

she bit her lip hard, forcing back a sob. “i need time,” she whispered.

“time for what?” he asked softly, his voice trembling. “to convince yourself that i’m lying? to walk away from me?”

she didn’t answer, and the silence spoke volumes.

jake stepped back, his chest rising and falling as he fought to keep himself composed. “i’ll leave,” he said finally, his voice heavy with pain. “but i’m telling you the truth, y/n. i never betrayed you. i never would.”

as he walked out the door, the rose he’d left on the table remained untouched, its vibrant red petals a painful contrast to the cold stillness in the room.

y/n sank onto the couch, burying her face in her hands. she wanted to believe him, wanted to trust in the love they’d shared. but the doubt whispered louder than his words, and for now, it was the only thing she could hear.

the days following the breakup were a suffocating haze for jake. the quiet of his apartment, once a comforting sanctuary, now felt oppressive. laughter no longer echoed through the walls, and every corner held memories of y/n. her laugh, her warmth, and the way her eyes lit up when she saw the roses he brought her.

jake sat on the couch, staring blankly at the television, though it was turned off. his phone lay beside him, the screen dark, mocking him with its silence. he had called her—once, twice, a dozen times. every time, it went straight to voicemail. every time, he hung up before leaving a message.

“god, y/n,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his messy hair. “why won’t you just call me back?”

he stood abruptly, the sudden movement making the coffee table wobble. the half-empty mug of cold coffee tipped, spilling over the wooden surface, but jake didn’t care. pacing the small living room, he raked his hands through his hair again, tugging at the roots as frustration and heartbreak boiled over.

he grabbed his keys, deciding he couldn’t take the silence anymore. “i need to get out of here,” he whispered to himself.

but the world outside wasn’t any kinder.

as jake walked down the street, he felt like every step was a landmine of memories. the cafe they’d loved was just a few blocks away. the park where they’d spent lazy sunday afternoons was on the next corner. and the roses. god, the roses.

he passed a florist shop, and there they were, sitting in the window in perfect, mocking rows.

a lump formed in his throat, and his pace quickened, as if he could outrun the pain. he rounded a corner, but his foot caught on an uneven patch of pavement. he stumbled, his keys slipping from his hand and clattering to the ground.

“damn it!” he shouted, the frustration erupting from him in a raw, anguished cry.

a few passersby glanced at him, their expressions a mix of curiosity and pity, but jake didn’t care. he bent to pick up his keys, his hands trembling as he fought the tears threatening to spill over.

“get a grip,” he muttered to himself, his voice shaky. “you’re falling apart, man.”

back at his apartment, jake slammed the door shut behind him, leaning against it as his breath came in shallow gasps. his chest felt tight, like the walls were closing in.

his eyes landed on the small bouquet of dried roses sitting in a vase on the kitchen counter. they were from y/n, her first gesture of love before he’d started bringing her single roses every day. the petals were brittle, the vibrant red now muted and faded, but he couldn’t bring himself to throw them away.

jake crossed the room and grabbed the vase, his hands shaking.

“why can’t i just forget you?” he whispered, his voice cracking.

in a burst of rage and despair, he hurled the vase across the room. it shattered against the wall, the dried petals scattering across the floor like remnants of his broken heart. the sound echoed in the apartment, then silence fell again, heavier than before.

he sank to the floor amidst the shards of glass and scattered petals, burying his face in his hands. tears streamed down his cheeks, hot and relentless.

“y/n,” he choked out, his voice barely a whisper. “please… come back.”

jake stared at his phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day. the screen remained dark, no messages, no missed calls. the emptiness was deafening, a constant reminder that y/n wasn’t going to reach out.

“she’s not coming back,” he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with bitterness and despair. he leaned back against the couch, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

every ping from his phone made his heart leap, only for it to sink seconds later when it wasn’t her. notifications from work, random updates, anything but the one person he wanted to hear from.

“y/n why?” he whispered, his voice breaking. “how could you just… let us go like this?”

the days dragged on, each one blending into the next. y/n’s silence felt like a dagger, twisting deeper with every hour that passed. jake had imagined countless scenarios in his mind, was she happy? was she with someone else? had she already moved on?

he picked up his phone again, scrolling through their old messages. her words, once a source of comfort and joy, now felt like a cruel joke.

“i love you more than anything, jake.”

“you make me the happiest person in the world.”

“promise me we’ll always work things out, no matter what.”

he let out a bitter laugh, throwing his phone onto the couch. “guess that promise didn’t mean much to you, huh?”

nights were the worst. lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, jake felt the weight of her absence crushing him. he turned to the empty space beside him, the spot where y/n used to sleep.

“you used to be my peace, y/n,” he whispered into the darkness. “how did you become my biggest regret?”

he sat up abruptly, unable to stay still. pacing the room, he felt a surge of anger mixed with despair.

“you don’t even care, do you?” he said aloud, as if she could hear him. “you’ve moved on, like i was just another guy to you.”

his voice cracked, the anger dissolving into heartbreak. “but i can’t move on. i can’t… because i still love you.”

months had passed, but the ache in jake’s chest hadn’t faded. he told himself he was just out for a walk, trying to clear his mind. yet, when he found himself standing outside the cafe y/n used to love, he knew it was no coincidence.

“just keep walking,” he muttered to himself. but his feet betrayed him, stopping dead in their tracks when his eyes landed on her.

there she was, sitting by the window, her hair catching the soft glow of the afternoon sun. his heart clenched. she looked beautiful, too beautiful, too happy.

and then he saw him.

a guy sat across from her, leaning in close, his expression warm and attentive. jake’s stomach dropped as he watched the stranger reach into a bag and pull out a small bouquet of flowers. roses.

“no,” jake whispered, his voice trembling. the scene unfolded in slow motion as the guy handed y/n the bouquet, her lips curling into a soft smile as she accepted them.

jake felt like he’d been punched in the gut. his fists clenched at his sides, and his jaw tightened. the sight of someone else giving her roses, a gesture that had always been theirs felt like a cruel twist of fate.

“she’s moved on,” he whispered bitterly, his voice barely audible over the chatter of the bustling street. “just like that.”

his feet felt like lead as he backed away from the cafe, each step heavier than the last. he didn’t know why it hurt so much; after all, wasn’t this what she wanted?

yet the image of her with that guy, smiling at those roses, burned into his mind. he turned a corner, leaning against the cold brick wall of a building. his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, but the feeling of jealousy and heartbreak crushed him.

“all this time,” he muttered, his voice shaking, “i thought… maybe… maybe there was still a chance.” he laughed bitterly, wiping at his eyes. “guess i was wrong.”

he closed his eyes, trying to block out the memory of her smile. it wasn’t just the roses or the guy, it was the realization that someone else might be filling the place he’d once held in her heart.

“i hope he knows what he has,” jake whispered, his voice breaking. “because i sure as hell didn’t.”

he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away, each step feeling like it carried the weight of the love he’d lost forever.

y/n sat across from her friend, desperately trying to push away the ache that had taken residence in her chest since her breakup with jake. the warmth of the coffee in her hands did little to soothe her trembling fingers, her friend's gaze on her unsettlingly intense.

“y/n,” he began hesitantly, the tension in his voice immediately raising alarms. “there’s something i need to tell you about that video you saw.”

her breath hitched. “what do you mean?”

he pulled out his phone, hesitating for a moment before pressing play on a video. as the clip played, y/n’s heart dropped. there was jake, leaning away as the girl touched his arm. his voice, steady and firm, echoed in her ears. “i’m sorry. i’m taken. i love someone else.”

her eyes widened as realization struck her like a thunderbolt. “why didn’t you show me this before?” she demanded, her voice cracking.

her friend shifted uncomfortably, guilt flashing across his face before it was replaced with something darker. “because i didn’t want to,” he admitted, his voice low. “i thought you’d already moved on, y/n. and honestly, i didn’t think jake was good enough for you.”

her stomach churned as his words sank in. “what are you saying?”

he sighed, his expression hardening. “i’ve been in love with you for years. even before you met him. i thought… i thought if you saw that video, you’d finally realize he wasn’t perfect, that maybe you’d give me a chance.”

the room spun as betrayal clawed at her chest. “you… you manipulated me? you let me believe he was unfaithful so you could… what? ruin us?”

“i didn’t think you’d hold onto him so tightly,” he snapped, his tone defensive now. “i just wanted you to see me.”

tears blurred her vision as she staggered to her feet. “do you have any idea what you’ve done?” she whispered, her voice trembling with equal parts anger and heartbreak. “i threw away the only person who’s ever loved me unconditionally because i trusted you.”

he reached for her, but she recoiled, her hands shaking violently. “don’t,” she spat, her voice breaking. “don’t you dare touch me.”

without wasting anytime, she bolted from the cafe, her heart hammering as she made her way to jake’s apartment. every step felt heavier than the last, guilt and self-loathing weighing her down. when she reached his door, she barely had the strength to knock, her knuckles trembling as they rapped against the wood.

a moment later, the door opened, and there he was, jake. his eyes widened in surprise, but the hurt etched into his features was unmistakable.

“y/n?” his voice was soft, but it carried the weight of his pain.

the dam broke. tears streamed down her face as she fell to her knees, clutching at the fabric of his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “jake,” she sobbed, her voice cracking with anguish. “i’m so sorry. i’m so, so sorry.”

he hesitated, his heart twisting at the sight of her so broken. “y/n, what’s going on?”

she looked up at him, her face streaked with tears. “i was wrong. i didn’t believe you. i let someone i trusted manipulate me into thinking you t-thinking you didn’t love me.” her sobs grew louder, shaking her entire body. “i ruined everything, jake. and it’s all my fault.”

his chest ached as he watched her crumble before him. “y/n” he knelt down, his hands hovering uncertainly before resting on her shoulders. “what happened?”

“he lied to me,” she choked out. “the video, it didn’t show everything. you turned her down. you told her you loved me. and i didn’t listen. i didn’t let you explain. i just—” she broke off, gasping for air between her sobs.

jake’s heart shattered at her words. the anger he’d held onto for weeks melted away, replaced by a deep, aching sadness. “y/n,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms despite the tears soaking his shirt. “why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

“because i didn’t know!” she cried, clutching at him like he might disappear. “i let my own insecurities and his lies ruin us. and now… now i don’t even know if you can forgive me.”

he held her tighter, his voice breaking. “i never stopped loving you, y/n. but you have to promise me, no more running. no more shutting me out.”

she nodded fervently, her tears soaking into his chest. “i promise,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “i’ll do whatever it takes to make this right, jake. just please don’t let me go.”

he cupped her face, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. “i won’t,” he said firmly, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. “not now, not ever.”

jake pulled her close, his strong arms wrapping around her petite frame. y/n melted into his embrace, her body molding perfectly against his. she could feel his heart pounding against her chest, matching the rhythm of her own.

their lips met in a hungry kiss, years of pent-up longing and desire exploding in that moment. jake's hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve as if he were rediscovering her. he unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her delicate lace bra and the soft swell of her breasts.

y/n moaned softly as his fingers teased her sensitive nipples, circling and pinching them gently. she loved the way he knew exactly how to touch her, how to drive her wild with pleasure. his touch was like a drug, and she was addicted to him.

"you have no idea how much I've missed this," jake murmured against her neck, his warm breath sending goosebumps down her body. "i've missed of having you like this, making love to you, and proving that you're the only one for me."

his hands skillfully unhooked her bra, freeing her full, round breasts. he lowered his head, taking a taut nipple into his mouth, and suckled gently, causing y/n to arch her back and cry out in pleasure. his tongue teased and flicked, driving her wild with desire.

"oh jake... yes... right there," she panted, her hands gripping his shoulders, urging him on.

jake's hands traveled down her body, caressing her hips and thighs, before reaching the hem of her skirt. with a swift motion, he lifted it up, revealing her smooth, bare thighs and the waistband of her panties.

y/n's breath quickened as she felt his fingers trace the delicate fabric, teasing her sensitive skin. he hooked his thumbs under the elastic and slowly slid her panties down her legs, his eyes never leaving her face.

"you're so beautiful, y/n. i want to worship every inch of you," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

she stepped out of her panties, standing before him completely naked, her body flushed and trembling. jake's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts again.

“i want to feel you, all of you," he growled, his voice thick with need.

guiding her towards the bedroom, he pushed her gently onto the bed, following her down, his body covering hers. y/n's heart was pounding as she felt the weight of him, the hardness of his erection pressing against her thigh.

"i want you so badly, y/n. i need to be inside you," he said, his voice strained.

she reached down, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft, stroking him slowly. "i want you too jake, please now.”

as if in a feverish trance, jake positioned himself between her thighs, his hands on either side of her head. with one swift thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. y/n gasped at the sensation, her body welcoming him home.

he began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her wet heat. the bed creaked beneath them, the only sound in the room apart from their heavy breathing and moans.

"fuck you feel so good around me," Jake grunted, his face contorted with pleasure.

"i'm gonna make this up to you, baby. i'm gonna fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

y/n's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she matched his rhythm, meeting each of his powerful thrusts. the pleasure was building within her, an intense heat coiling in her core.

"yes, jake… harder... oh, god, i'm close!" she cried out, her body tensing.

jake's eyes rolled back as he felt her tighten around him, her pussy clenching his cock like a vice. with a final powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her, his hot cum filling her depths.

they lay entangled in each other's arms, their hearts still racing. Y/n's fingers traced lazy patterns on Jake's back as she savored the afterglow of their passionate reunion.

"i love you, y/n. i'll never let you go again," jake whispered, his lips brushing against her forehead.

a soft smile played on her lips as she snuggled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. "i love you too, jake. i think we just need to trust each other and let our love guide us."

as they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, they knew that this was just the beginning of their renewed journey together. the misunderstandings were behind them, and now, they would build a future filled with love, trust, and unbridled passion.

the morning sun filtered through the curtains as jake stood outside y/n’s door, a single rose in his hand. his steps were lighter than they had been in weeks, though the weight of their shared pain lingered in the air. when she opened the door, her smile was soft, her eyes still tinged with the shadows of their heartbreak.

“for you,” he said gently, holding out the rose.

y/n hesitated for a moment before taking it, her fingers brushing his. “you don’t have to do this, you know,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

he shook his head, his gaze unwavering. “i want to. it’s not just a habit, y/n. it’s a promise. every day, no matter what, I’ll remind you how much you mean to me.”

her lips trembled, tears welling in her eyes as she clutched the rose tightly. “even after everything?”

“especially after everything,” he said, stepping closer. “the thorns are part of the rose, just like the pain is part of us now. but that doesn’t mean the beauty isn’t worth it.”

y/n’s tears spilled over, and she leaned into him, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist. “i’ll never doubt us again,” she murmured against his chest.

he held her just as tightly, his voice firm yet tender. “neither will i. no more secrets, no more lies. we’ll face everything together.”

as the days passed, the roses began to fill her vase once more, each one carrying a weight of its own— hope, forgiveness, healing. the petals weren’t just a symbol of their love; they were a testament to their resilience.

some days, the thorns pricked. some days, the wounds of their past felt fresh. but with every rose, with every whispered reassurance and every shared moment, they rebuilt what had been broken.

valentine’s day came, and jake found her waiting with a rose of her own. “for you,” she said, mirroring his words.

he smiled, his heart full. “we’re not perfect,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “but we’re worth it.”

as they stood together, surrounded by roses and the promise of a new beginning, they knew one thing for sure, love wasn’t about never breaking; it was about always choosing to heal. together.

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[tinyenha]

tasty (heeseung)

summary: it’s not your week and it doesn’t seem like the semester will ease up on you as time flies by, but your best friend is here to help in more ways than one.

word count: 5.6K

notes: based off of this request. thank you anon! I probably won’t open a taglist at this time but I’ll let you know if I do when I post other fics. XX

warnings: reader touches herself, porn mentions, vibrator mention, phone sex, oral (f. receiving), dirty talking, mentions of heeseung with other girls, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.

“You sure you don’t want to go out with us?” 

Your co-workers stare at you while you try to push down any simmer irritation. They’re not to blame, but pestering you to go out to a bar and get drunk when all you want to do is go home, is making you even more irritated. They mean no harm and look at you with sorry eyes. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” you tell them. Luckily for you, they nod and accept your decline. “Thanks for the invite though.”

“Well if you change your mind, you know where to find us.” 

In typical twenty-something-year-old fashion, certain days feel longer than most. Today is no exception. It’s hard to navigate the woes of landing on your feet when you’re wrapped up in midterm projects and trying to have a social life without throwing yourself off balance. When the semester started, you were nothing other than a happy-go-lucky, fourth-year university student who was excited to finish college and take the first step towards “real life.” Unfortunately for you, your days would get tough before you’d see it to the finish line. 

The ride back to your apartment isn’t long by any means but the traffic from your job at a convenience store was met with rush hour. The bus took much longer than usual but you always anticipate that when you’re scheduled until 5pm. Everybody’s going home at the same time and even public transportation falls victim to the hustle and bustle of corporate life. 

On your way home, you can’t help but linger on the inconveniences of the recent past. Midterms have snuck up on you like they do every year and no amount of studying into the night could ever prepare you for the stress that comes with obsessing over good grades for five separate classes. It kills you that no two tests weigh the same and preparing for projects feels like you’re signing a death sentence. You’ve barely seen your friends aside from in passing and haven’t had any time to take care of yourself and have fun. 

It feels as though you’ve lost all motivation because school and work has sucked the energy right out of you. Even your best friend, Lee Heeseung, has started to soften up around you because he can tell how stressed you are. If anything, the amount of unread texts from him and your absence in his physical life is a telltale sign that school is kicking your ass, but he knows you always bounce back. You know you will too, but right now it feels like it’ll take too long to get there. 

The first thing you do is take all of your clothes off and settle them in the dirty hamper and take a shower, cleaning off the grime from a long day outside of your bedroom. Your hair is clean and your skin feels silk to the touch when you step out and dry yourself. It takes a great deal of effort to follow through on your skincare routine and tidy up your room so that it doesn’t feel like an overwhelming mess the more you look at it. Today sucked. There’s no doubt about that. 

Eventually, the clock turns into a late hour after you’ve had dinner and a sweet treat to make up for the awfully long and boring day you had. The week drains on you and you’re looking forward to the weekend because that means you don’t have to work. After settling in bed with the television on, you try your best to let your worries escape you and focus on what’s in front of you. 

Whether the show is too boring or you’re too worked up, you don’t know. The TV is long forgotten as you aimlessly scroll through your phone and start pushing your thighs together and clench around absolutely nothing when you log into a Twitter account you don’t post on. It must be out of habit to act like this when you see the familiar username because it’s where you keep your porn stash for when you need to get off. There’s everything you could ever want–short videos, photos, and links to other websites that always gets you off. The long day has made you think about how you need at least a single win in order for this week to not completely suck. Bringing yourself to orgasm might be the way to do it. 

You spread your legs underneath the covers and take a finger to tease up your slit that’s covered by your panties and hold your phone in your free hand, using your thumb to scroll past the plethora of videos that turn you on. It’s all about finding the right one, and seeing big dicks and wet pussies makes you worked up. You start to forget about the week and consider that a good start. 

Moving your finger against your covered pussy always makes you wet. You imagine it’s someone else teasing you the way you like it and pretend you don’t need to move a muscle to get off. Swiping the tips of your fingers back and forth makes you soak through the pathetic fabric anyway, and the excitement of your arousal makes you gush right onto your panties. 

You scroll through them one by one and pull your panties to the side to feel just how wet you’ve become and moan quietly as the feeling of your slicked up walls. Pushing a finger inside, the welcomed sensation is exactly what you needed after a hard week. You add two, then three, and pump them in and out of you with your legs bent towards your chest. It should be an easy orgasm. 

Except, it isn’t. Three of your own fingers isn’t enough.

At this rate, you don’t know how long you’ve been rutting your hips but what you do know is that you can’t seem to get yourself off with just your fingers. Pulling them out makes you wince at the loss and you force yourself off of your bed to find your trusty vibrator that has always served you when you need to get off quickly. You dig for it in the depths of your drawers but, to your dismay, the device is uncharged. You’re far too worked up to wait for it to become usable. You crawl into your bed again and angrily look through your phone at the porn in your bookmarks and try to get yourself back to that state of euphoria when you started touching yourself, but knowing too much is bothering you is preventing you from letting go. 

Your room echoes as you groan in frustration when your eyes land on a photo on your desk. It’s a picture of you and Heeseung that Jay took when the three of you hung out together after you first moved into this apartment. The two of them helped move boxes and furniture, and you rewarded them with a free meal from the noodle shop across the street. Heeseung sits next to you with his thighs pressed against yours because of the small table but neither of you really cared. 

That’s the thing, though. Heeseung isn’t shy about physical touch with you or anyone else. He’s the kind of guy girls feel comfortable around with just a few words spoken and you’ve always envied the way Heeseung can talk his way through anything. People love him, girls want to fuck him, and guys want to be like him. There’s a part of you that wishes you could exude the same aura that your best friend does but, unlike him, you cower at any chance of interaction and can’t seem to get anyone to be interested in you the way you’re interested in them. Heeseung has heard your fair share of love debacles whereas it seems like romance is presented to him with the snap of a finger. 

It isn’t that you haven’t had experiences with sex and dating, but they haven’t been worthwhile. So far, nobody has been memorable enough to keep in your backpocket for days like this, when you need a hot and erotic memory to come in an instant. It feels impossible to find guys who know what they’re doing when a woman is presented in front of them. Guys are so lucky because it takes next to nothing to get them hard and get them off. 

And like, your best friend has had his fair share of hookup stories that leave you wetter than a goddamn fountain. He’s not shy about skimping the details because he’s seen you cry snot since kindergarten and you’ve seen him eat shit on bicycles since elementary school. Sex isn’t off the table. You just don’t have anything to contribute and he doesn’t judge you for it. You aren’t really keen on telling him about all of the bad experiences you’ve had when he talks about how mind blowing sex for him is. Part of you is envious that your best friend has never had one bad day of sex in his life. Allegedly. 

Still, this frustration bubbles up and there’s nothing you can do to quell the way you feel. Perhaps it’s a mix of general life stress and the events leading up to this very moment. The entire day felt like a test to your patience as minor inconveniences piled up on top of one another before your breaking point. You thought your vibrator sitting uncharged was your last straw but it seems like your mind isn’t clear enough to focus on getting off. You recall a few unread text messages from Heeseung and open your shared text thread with him and watch all of the funny TikTok videos and tweets he sends you. You’re missing him right now. 

Heeseung answers after one ring. 

“Back from the dead, I see. What’s up?” 

You huff. “Nothing.” You hear him laughing from the other line. The faint sound of his keyboard clicking echoes in your ears. 

“Can’t be nothing. You always call me when you need to tell me something.” 

“Not true.”

“Y/N, you and I both know you prefer to talk on the phone when you have something important you need to say so neither of us ends up sending long voice memos.” Okay, he’s got you there. “So begs the question: What’s up?”

“Well I called you because I’m bored. Happy?”

Heeseung laughs again. You’re sure he can hear your disdain. “It’s a good thing I know how to deal with your attitude, huh? Since you’re bored, I’ll have you know you’re calling me while I’m playing with the guys.”

“What, no girl to hook up with?” 

“Not tonight, princess.” 

“How sad.” 

“If you must know why, I had a pretty long day at work but I’m fine now. Jake’s ass keeps dying so that’s pretty funny.” You don’t say anything, not right away. Not when you realize you called him in a haste and that you’re naked except for a tank stop and dainty white socks. The realization makes your cheeks heat up as you think about it, even though Heeseung can’t see what you’re wearing. “You good? You’re unusually quiet, especially when you give me attitude.” That makes you roll your eyes.

“You know, it’s unfair that all you have to do to get off is brush your hand against your dick.”

“Where’s this coming from? You don’t really talk about sex. Is everything alright?”

“It’s unfair!” He hears you groan in frustration. You’re somewhat annoyed he’s still typing away on his gaming keyboard.

“Y/N…Are you okay? What’s gotten into you?”

That question alone seems to ease your mind a little as your irritation bubbles over the surface. You couldn’t stop yourself from talking even if you tried. You tell Heeseung everything, good and bad, and he won’t relent until he knows you’re okay. But even this is treading into new territory. It isn’t that you haven’t noticed just how attractive your best friend has gotten since you met him for the first time as kids, but it’s the first time you’ve ever acknowledged it while talking to him. 

“I can’t get myself off.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper. You don’t hear the sound of his keyboard anymore.

“What?”

“Heeseung…”

“No, say it again.” 

Suddenly, you’re starting to regret calling him to complain about something like this. You feel like you might as well be diving into the depths of your secrets.

“I can’t get myself off.” He hears you whisper it into the phone. 

“Did I hear you correct? You can’t get yourself off?” Heeseung curses under his breath and his hands have stopped typing on his keyboard completely. Frustration pushes tears to the rim of your eyes. 

“I can’t.” Your voice wavers like you’re about to choke a sob. “I just want to cum, Heeseung.”

You don’t see it, but he disconnects his video game connection without consulting his friends. He sits back in his seat and brings the phone off speaker mode and pushes it to his ear. “Y/N…Have you been touching yourself?”

“Yes. I don’t know why but I’m in this mental block and I can’t focus on anything. Nothing is helping.” 

He chokes. “What do you mean?”

“My vibrator is dead and I’ve been using three fingers but it’s not helping!” 

Heeseung sits quietly on the other line. “Are you touching yourself now?” 

“No,” you sigh. “I’ve been at it for an hour and I can’t finish.” 

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You must be so wet.” 

“Not anymore.” You say it through your teeth, too upset that your high has ebbed away.

“You should start touching yourself again.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Touch yourself and make your pussy all wet.” It’s concerning how much you like hearing your best friend talk to you like this. But you do, putting your phone on speaker and putting it on the mattress beneath you with your hand caressing your pussy. You don’t know if it’s you, Heeseung, or the notion that you’re crossing a bridge, but your spine starts to tingle. Your touch is as light as a feather.

“Are you doing it?” 

“Yeah,” you admit. 

“How does it feel?” 

“Really good…”

“How good?” 

“Feels like someone else is touching me,” you tell Heeseung. “If I close my eyes, I can pretend it’s someone else.”

“It’s not enough, is it?” 

“No, Hee. I just…I’m so frustrated.” 

“Yeah, baby?” He’ll address that nickname later. “Why are you frustrated?” 

“School and work are stressing me out and nobody in my group projects lifts a finger. I feel so alone in this.”

“But you aren’t alone. You have me, remember?” You get wetter the more he talks. It feels wrong to be turned on by Heeseung’s voice but you can't help it. He’s talking to you like he hears the way your voice quivers and how badly you need somebody to take away all of your pain, and perhaps you feel comforted because you know Heesueng will do just that and always had. Your fingers rub your wetness around your bare mound the more you think about it, pushing aside any guilt or awkwardness you initially felt.

“When have I ever not been there for you? Never, baby. Including this.” 

“This?” 

He chuckles. “Yeah. Helping you cum.” 

“Hee, don’t say that.” 

“Why? It’s true. Best friends help each other cum.” 

“How are you gonna help me do that?” 

It’s silent on the other line for a long pause and your heart starts to sink when you think you might’ve crossed a line. Is he uncomfortable? Does he want to hang up and forget about this? Will he ever look at you the same way after tonight? 

“Keep touching yourself. I’m coming over.” 

Your eyes widen. “N-Now?” 

“Yes, now. I live five minutes from you. I’ll be over soon.” 

The thought of Heeseung coming over makes you impossibly wet. It’s been so long since you’ve let anybody touch you the way you’d like after failed hook ups that left you unsatisfied. Your bedroom suddenly feels warmer and your arousal keeps your fingers slick the more you rub against your pussy. It makes your toes clench and you’re starting to get excited again. 

“Please hurry, Hee. My fingers are starting to get sore.” 

“I’ll be there in two. Don’t hang up.”

“F-Fuck,” you whimper silently. Heeseung’s phone picks up your moan and you hear him let out a low groan when he turns his engine on. 

“You have the sexiest moans. I wanna hear them while you get yourself off, okay? Can you do that for me?” 

You rub your pussy faster. “Yes, Hee. Fuck, I’m so wet. This feels so good.”

“Be a good baby and play with your clit a little for me, hm? Get her all nice and prepped.” 

You do as he says, moving the pads of your fingers in circular motions around your engorged nub when he tells you. Your eyes close shut when that jolt of pleasure makes your body jerk and arch off of the bed and that loud sound emitting from the back of your throat makes Heeseung hum in approval. 

“Juuust like that. Fuck, you sounds even better than I imagined. You’re a vocal one, huh?” 

“Only when it feels really good.”

“Yeah? Do you feel really good?” 

You lick your lips. “It would feel better if you were here.” Heeseung laughs. 

“I’m here and I’ve got your spare key. Keep fucking yourself for me.” 

The call ends there. You hear the door opening and part of you considers using your blanket to cover yourself up because in all of the years you’ve been friends with Heeseung, he has never seen you this indecent. It feels a bit humiliating to know your best friend will find you with your fingers rubbing against yourself while your hips chase that delicious pleasure but ultimately, you can’t find it in yourself to care too deeply about that. 

Heeseung’s footsteps alert you to his presence and you’re pleasantly surprised to see him standing in the threshold of your bedroom after he’s opened your doorknob. His black hair covers his eyes as he catches his breath, and it looks like he ran up the two floors just to get to your apartment quicker than an elevator could take him. He’s hesitant when he walks inside until his eyes lock with yours. Your next moan comes from deep within your chest and Heeseung wastes absolutely no time. 

He lands on his knees and pulls your body towards the edge of the bed. Your scent invades his olfactory senses as he looks down below you, pushing your feeble hand away to admire the mess you’ve made of yourself. It should feel embarrassing to have your best friend look at you like this, but it doesn’t. Your heart beats faster the more Heeseung’s eyes scan your wet pussy and before you know it, his mouth latches onto you. 

The feeling of someone’s tongue shoved deep within you is a feeling you haven’t experienced in a long time. Heeseung kneads your thighs with his hands as he keeps you in place and the pace he sets makes your body feel like it might as well be up in space. 

You hear stories all the time about Heeseung hooking up with other girls whether it be from himself or others. Girls love to pretend to be your friend to get close to him and love to talk about these kinds of things with you because they assume you’re getting in on the action too, only to leave the conversation perplexed when you tell them you and Heeseung have never gotten involved like that. But now, with every bit of information about how he slurps pussy like he needs it to live, you’re starting to wonder why you never asked him to do this before tonight. 

“Tasty,” he mutters after a beat of silence. Your hand comes to grip his hair for stability when he pulls your clit into his mouth and sucks on it while rubbing his tongue against your pleasure point. “How come you never told me you taste so good?”

“You never asked.” 

He laughs against your pussy. “Still got some attitude, huh?” 

“What are you gonna do about it?” He looks up at you like he’s weighing a challenge. 

“If you were any other girl, I’d pull out every time you’re about to cum. I’d have you begging for that shit. If you were somebody else, I’d stuff your mouth with my cock until you learn how to obey.” He licks up your pussy once more before adding two of his fingers inside, moaning at your smooth and wet walls as he pumps them inside of you. “But you’re my best friend and you’ve had a hard week. I’m gonna make you cum.” 

If a thousand suns exploding feels like Heeseung’s tongue and fingers working in tandem with each other, then this is a feeling you never want to forget. They work separately but it feels like he’s pushing you closer and closer to the finish line the more he pays attention to your clit and g-spot at the same time, pressing on that little button the more you whine and aimlessly beg for him to let you cum. You can barely register your own voice moaning because the pressure is too much against your ears. Heeseung’s fingers plunge in and out of you at a pace that is somewhere between gentle and brutal, giving you enough force to take your mind off of the stress from the week to focus on your pussy being pleasured. 

You screw your eyes shut when you can feel that coil unraveling. Heeseung seems to notice that too because of the string of moans you let out when he pushes his fingers against your sweet spot. His mouth licks and licks as his hand pushes your wetness right against his tongue and it doesn’t take very long for him to taste your cum. 

Heeseung’s head disappears between your legs and he’s barely able to move his hand because of how tight your thighs are against his ears. He’s always loved your thighs and legs, and loves them even more now that he knows what it feels like when you suffocate him as he licks up your delicious cum. You ease up on him when he pries them away to free his hand from the uncomfortable position and uses both hands to keep your legs apart as he licks up the remnants of your cum and helps you ride out your orgasm until your chest falls against the mattress. 

He wipes the back of his hands before giving your slit a gentle kiss. “You’re so sexy when you cum.”

“I can’t believe I let you do that.” 

“Why?” 

You watch him crawl up your body between your spread legs. “Because…” 

“Because?” 

“You’re my best friend and we’ve seen each other through everything. Don’t you think this is a little, I don’t know, weird?” 

“No.” Heeseung shakes his head and dips below to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Not weird. In fact, I’d argue we should do this more often.”

You frown. “I don’t intend to be somebody you keep on a roster, Lee. You can keep that shit to yourself, but thank you for helping me cum.” Heeseung laughs against your mouth until you feel his lips ghost right over yours. 

“There won’t be other girls involved if we fuck, Y/N. I’m not heartless like that. Everybody else knows I’m in it for sex and nothing else, but it’s like you said. You’re my best friend. I won’t make you feel like you’re just somebody I can hit up.” 

“So this would be like…friends with benefits?” 

“We can work out the semantics later.” He lets his lips touch yours and when you don’t object, Heeseung opens your mouth with his own and you taste the saltiness of your cum on his lips. You clench around nothing when you hear your mouths smacking together in the quiet of your bedroom. 

It feels…good. It doesn’t feel out of place, even though this is the first time you’ve kissed Heeseung. You haven’t thought about it much either, but somehow his lips fit perfectly in yours and his soft hands holding your body in his adds to your arousal. You feel safe with him at this moment and it’s the first time you’ve ever had sex with somebody who hasn’t made you feel like an afterthought. Your mind feels a bit foggy but you know you like this feeling and don’t want him to stop. Still, you have your worries.

“This won’t be weird, will it?” 

“No, baby. In fact, all you had to do was ask me to drop the other girls and I would’ve.” You roll your eyes. 

“Sounds like you’re in love with me, or something.” 

Heeseung pulls away and smiles down at you. “Yeah. Or something.” You ignore the way your heart flutters and realize his bulge is poking your bare pussy. 

“You’re hard.” 

“So you’ve noticed.” 

You pinch his bicep. “You get hard eating pussy?” 

“Well yeah because it’s pussy, but it’s also you.” You start to talk but Heeseung silences you with a kiss. “Are you satisfied now that I’ve made you cum?” 

His vulgar words make you shy underneath his gaze all of a sudden. It’s a new feeling and you’re not quite sure how to navigate it, especially with the way he’s staring down at you with a raised eyebrow. Heeseung is still your best friend who gives you shit for everything. You suppose you’re grateful that he’s not changing who he is just because he knows what you look like naked. 

“You know what? Actually, I don’t think I’m satisfied.” 

Heeseung grins wickedly and pulls his body off of your chest to take his shirt off, his chiseled muscles on display for you to look at. He grabs your hand and places it on his abdomen. “Oh yeah? What else can I do for you, princess?”

You take your fingernails on his skin and feel his abs move beneath you. “I think I need you inside me too.”

“Were my mouth and fingers not enough?” You shake your head. Heeseung tuts as he gets off of the bed to step out of his pants and boxers, revealing a long and thick cock you’ve only ever heard about. It’s dripping with precum and you can’t stop your pussy from clenching or your mouth from drooling. 

You watch him get back on the bed one knee at a time before he’s hovering over you again, pulling your body to the position he wants as your legs spread before him. He looks down at his cock and tugs on it twice before letting his tip rest against your clit. 

“Need some of my cock?” 

“Yes, yes!”

“Who knew my best friend has such a tight pussy. Makes me wonder why I even bothered with other girls in the first place.” You seem to like hearing that. He brings his fingers to push the head of his cock inside of you before sinking halfway in, allowing you to adjust to his size as you squeeze him. “Oh yeah, honey. This pussy’s gonna make me cum hard, I already know that.” 

Heeseung holds your legs open and pushes his hips into you slowly. The drag feels so good with how warm he’s made you and you can feel him throbbing with every pass. You hold onto your breasts for stability, which seems to turn him on even more because he’s pushing your legs towards your chest and pushing into you with all of his might. 

You’re able to see him from where you lie. His eyebrows concentrate as he squeezes his eyes shut and sweat lines his forehead the more he thrusts inside of you. He sits up on his knees to angle his dick inside of you better and moans when you let out a strangled groan. The clench is so tight and amazing, and Heeseung can’t fathom why he’s never fucked you before tonight. 

“Sexy pussy,” he grunts, looking down at your abused hole as he thrusts into it. He brings his thumb to your clit and you yelp when he starts to rub it. “So wet and fuckable.” 

“Fuck me,” you manage to choke. 

And truthfully, you like Heeseung plowing into you at the pace he’s set. He’s not too fast but not too slow and you can feel him hit your cervix every single time. It’s no wonder girls were always lining up to have sex with him. Heeseung knows what he’s doing with his dick and you’re finding that out now. 

“You want me to fuck you?”

You nod pathetically. “Please fuck me.”

“How hard?” You bite your lip and shake your head at the humiliation of begging for him but Heeseung tuts and smacks your clit with his hand. “I said, how hard?”

“So hard that I feel you in my stomach!”

“Atta girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Heeseung slips out of you and pulls you up on your hands and knees, beckoning your back in a deep arch. He plants both of his feet on the mattress and bends until he’s sinking his cock back down inside of your pussy, letting your mixed wetness coat him again. 

He thrusts himself as his mouth hangs open. Heeseung grips your waist with both hands and squeezes you hard to balance himself as he throws his head back at the phenomenal sensation of your walls pulling him in every time he tries to pull out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his balls against you and clutch into your bedsheets.

“Your balls are slapping against my pussy and it feels really good,” you manage to get out without stuttering. Heeseung feels you clench around him again and emphasizes his thrusts until the sound of his balls makes your ears vibrate. 

“Feels good when it hits your clit, doesn’t it?”

“So good, fuck!” 

Heeseung speeds his thrusts and relishes in your string of moans the more his tip nudges your g-spot. “Can you cum, baby? Cum around my cock like I know you want to. You’ve earned it after this week. Cum for me. Won’t you let me feel that?”

“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, Hee! I’m fucking cumming!”

“Yeahhh. Oh your cum is so good. Doing so well, making your pussy creamy all over me like that. Cum for me.”

And it feels so good that you follow his command. The orgasm Heeseung’s cock brings you feels like a physical manifestation of letting go of your worries and enjoying the present moment. Despite your legs and pussy aching, this feels an awful lot like freedom because your own mind isn’t caged by the inability to get yourself off. 

You don’t think, you can’t think. You’ve reached a point of nirvana that’s made your mind completely blank with the exception of your orgasm and the feeling of your best friend fucking right inside of you. His cock, so hard and warm, somehow feels so perfect lodged inside of you. 

Heeseung cock twitches and you feel it the more he pounds into you. He looks down and moans at the sight of his cock becoming white with your cum with every pointed thrust and doesn’t remember the last time he truly enjoyed himself to the point of being able to forget about everything except the person he’s with. Sex with other girls is incredible but there comes a point where he realizes that they’re using him just as much as he’s using them. But you, his best friend since he can remember, give him some kind of peace that he’s never felt before. This is more than just a quick fuck, even if neither of you address it.

“Your pussy’s gonna make me cum,” he moans through a choked grunt. “You feel so good baby, fuck.” 

Heeseung pulls out of your hole just enough to rest his tip against you. His warm cum floods against your folds and your body jerks at the way he twitches against you, but his hands keep hold of your hips to place you exactly where he wants you. He looks down to watch his cum spill from his slit and paint your pussy like the artwork that it is.

When he’s finished cumming, Heeseung leans back against his knees to spread you apart by gripping your asscheeks. “Would you look at that?” 

“Stop looking…”

He chuckles. “Why, baby? Your pussy’s so pretty with my cum on it.” 

You look back at him. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” He nods at you before pulling away to scour your room until he finds a box of tissues on your nightstand and grabs a few to clean you up to the best of his ability before cleaning himself up too. 

Overcome with a wave of tiredness, your body feels much more relaxed once you’ve slipped underneath the covers as Heeseung throws away the dirty tissues. He turns around when he hears the blankets ruffling and resists the urge to coo at you when you’ve tucked it underneath your chin. 

“Looks like you needed one good fuck to relax, hm?”

You blush. “Shut up.”

“No can do, Y/N.”

“I…”

Heeseung leans down towards you and tilts his head. “You what?”

You avert his gaze. “I liked it when you called me baby.” 

“Yeah?” He pushes some of your hair back as you yawn. “I can do that.” 

“Are you gonna go home?”

“Not if you let me stay the night.” You don't have it in you to talk back to him after all he’s done for you. Instead, you open the covers as Heeseung puts his boxers back on and watch him smile before climbing in next to you. “Come here.” He tucks your body on his chest and you’re too tired to argue with him. 

His heartbeat puts you to sleep.

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[tinyenha]

( 성훈 ) — 11:51 am

‘i really want to kiss you right now ;)’ you read the message, a small smile coming to your face. you looked up at the culprit from across the room, making eye contact.

sunghoon smirked as soon as you turned to face him, sending a flirty wink and kissy face your way. you blushed of course— even after three years of dating the man he still managed to make you feel flustered.

‘too bad you can’t’ you replied before putting down your phone and focusing on the lecture again. sunghoon sighed to himself as he thought of a response. he knew that you wouldn’t go for skipping class, but sunghoon needed a break and he wanted you to join him.

‘meet me outside? please please pleaseeee?’ he texted before slipping his phone in his pocket and standing up. luckily the professor couldn’t care less as sunghoon exited the room. you rolled your eyes at the text, knowing that he would keep harassing you until you left too.

as soon as you met sunghoon outside, you sent a swift punch toward his arm.

“you didn’t have to follow me.” he whined, making a show of rubbing his arm even though it didn’t hurt.

“and you wouldn’t have left me alone until i did.” you growled, only momentarily annoyed until sunghoon moved ridiculously close to you. his nose brushed yours and his mouth sported a cheeky smirk.

“you’re right.” sunghoon mumbled before capturing your lips into a kiss. you melted into his embrace immediately, never being able to resist your boyfriend’s touch. his lips were just so soft and the way he kissed you left you breathless every time.

you let out a quiet moan as sunghoon prodded his tongue against your lips, forcing you to open your mouth for him. he pushed you further into the corner you were currently standing in, slightly worried that you would both be caught but also too turned on to really care about anything other than your taste.

“someone’s needy.” you choked out once sunghoon moved his head down to your neck. he mumbled in agreement against your skin in between the small kisses he gave you. sunghoon knew that you would kill him for leaving marks so he decided not to test your patience.

“we could get caught.” you stated, sounding insanely unconvincing. you didn’t want sunghoon to stop, even though it was a bit embarrassing to have a make-out session on campus.

“i don’t care.” sunghoon mumbled before moving up to your lips again, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. whenever sunghoon did that you were a goner— he could get away with anything he wanted way too easily. and of course you would let him.

[tinyenha]

WHY ARE YOU NERVOUS? SHE'LL LOVE ME (희승)

synopsis: heeseung meets your 4 year old daughter for the first time. warnings 🚨 children, angst if you squint, fluff, skinship, petnames, and all that good stuff. Not proofread 👍🏻

(Heeseung)

Nova notes: I kid you not, I had this idea for around two weeks now but was too lazy to write it. Hope you like it though! MWAH!

You were sitting on the couch watching Areum, your 4 year old daughter, play with her toys on the ground. You were bouncing your left leg up and down anxiously, catching Areum's attention.

"Mommy, you're nervous." Areum stated, looking up at you with big doe eyes.

Today was THE day. Heeseung, your boyfriend for 1 year now, was coming to your home to visit your daughter for the first time.

You had Areum in your early collage. It was a stupid one night stand thing. One time, you were heavily drinking at some frat party, and then you found yourself in some guys bed in morning. You didn't think much if it then.. not until you found out you were pregnant two weeks later.

At first, you were trying to find ways to get rid of her. Like how would a 19 year old have a child already, that by itself sounds absolutely bonkers. You thought of abortion, putting her up for adoption, but you couldn't get through with any of these. Before Areum was even born, you felt extremely close with her. You loved her. So much. So you decided to keep her.

You decided, for your safety and for Areum's, to not date again. You had no interest in dating or anything of that kind. You were content with being on your own with your little daughter.

But 3 years later, you met heeseung. He was a random customer sitting in the café you were sitting in, studying furiously and quickly, trying to finish quickly to pick up Areum from her daycare.

Heeseung, who was watching from afar, was intrigued. A girl, adorable looking, with wide black rimmed glasses studying with her brows furrowed really caught his attention.

He walked up to you and sat in the seat opposite with a ridiculously good looking smile.

Your first reaction was, 'holy shit, he's gorgeous', the your reaction was, 'ew, no that's a guy.'

You looked at him from above your glasses with a 'what the f are you doing here look'. And he gave you another stupid smile.

"Hey." He simply said as you looked behind you, wondering if he's crazy.

"What do you want?" That was the first words you uttered to him and he was shocked to say the least.

"Just wanted to say hi." He said, covering up his shock and confusion.

"Well, bye. I have to go I'm in a hurry." You said quickly as you took a quick glance at your watch and realised that Areum was about to finish her day at the daycare. And you quickly gathered your stuff and left Heeseung sat there confused and looked at your rushing figure with eyes of intrigue.

Ever since then, Heeseung went to that café every single day for a chance to meet you again, which he successeded at every single day.

Few interactions here, few interactions there. Heeseung's gentlemanleness and acceptance about you having a daughter had you rethink your thoughts about that dating thing, and gave it a chance.

Now, a year into the relationship, you decided to introduce the two most important people in your life yo eachother.

You were worried for the sole reason of Areum disliking Heeseung, cause if she did that means that he's not the guy.

Now to the present day, you glanced at your beautiful daughter with eyes of adoration. "Yes, I'm just a little nervous today cause we're having a guest over." You said nervously l, watching Areum's reaction carefully.

She smile up at you with a beautiful smile and jumped up happily, "really? Who? Who? Who?" She asked excitedly as your nerves grew, scared of disappointing her.

"A special person that I think you'll love very much." You said picking her up and placing her on your lap.

"Do I know them?" She asked with big eyes that reminded you of Heeseung's.

Before having the chance to answer, there was a knock that can be heard from the other side of the front door.

"Is that them?" Areum asked, jumping down from your lap and ran to the door, waiting for you to open it.

You brushed your sweaty palm down your black sweatpants and got up to open the door.

You took a deep breath and opened the door slowly, revealing your insanely good looking boyfriend.

He was standing there with a bouquet of Lily's, your favourite, and a box full of goods and snacks that Areum really liked. The attention to detail that this man had drove you crazy at times.

"Hello." He said as you came inside, his calm, gentle voice filling the silence.

"Woah." Areum voiced unconsciously as she looked up at Heeseung. "You look like bambi." She continued, staring at Heeseung with and open mouth.

Heeseung's smile spread even more as he looked down at Areum with the most soft smile you've ever seen.

"You must be Areum. Your mom told me a lot about you." He said, crouching down to her height (that was still impossible because he's that tall) you didn't even realise that Heeseung was still not even inside the house so you opened the door further, but heeseung didn't make the move to walk inside.

Areum started shying away and hid herself behind your leg. Heeseung laughed softly as he got up and walked inside the house and closed the door gently behind him.

"Hi, baby." He said, kissing your forehead lightly and wrapped an arm around your waist.

Before you could respond, you heard Areum gasp. "What are you touching my mommy?" She asked with a deep frown, chiding Heeseung.

Heeseung immediately removed his arm from stood away from you. "I'm sorry. Hi, I'm heeseung and..." He glanced at you, asking for help on how to introduce himself as your lover.

"And he's the special someone I told you about." You helped and Areum glanced between you two suspiciously.

"I got you a gift." He said as the three of you walked to the living room. Areum sitting between you two on the couch, to keep distance ofcourse.

He placed the basket of goods, toys, and snacks on her tiny lap, gently holding it to ease the weight from her legs.

Areum looked at the him suspiciously then her eyes lit up at the sight of the content that's in the basket.

"OMG! Mom, look! He got me Monster Munch (it's a British baked corn snack, my fav :>)!" She exclaimed as the shoved the packet of Monster Munch in your face.

You and Heeseung watched as she rummaged deeper through the basket, exclaiming at each and every thing.

While watching your daughter with a fond smile and warm eyes, you felt a gentle hand tapping your shoulder. You looked past Areum and saw Heeseung looking at you with the same warm eyes your giving Areum.

"Do you think she likes me now?" He whispered, brushing a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

"Oh, she adores you now." You whispered back, leaning into his touch.

While you and Heeseung were sharing your moment, you felt a slight tug at the ends of your shirt. You looked down and was met with Areum's bright eyes.

She gestured for you to bend down and whispered in your ear, "is he my new daddy?" Your eyes widened as Heeseung smiled widely.

"Do you want him to be?" You asked, feeling Heeseung's eyes on the both of you.

"Well, is he bad like my actual daddy?" She asked, voice too innocent to be uttering out those words.

You shook your head quickly as Heeseung got up from the couch and sat on the floor, opposite of her.

"I'm not a bad guy, Areum. I actually came today to ask for your blessing." He said, voice so soft and gentle as you and Areum looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

"Blessing for what?" You asked.

"Marriage, mommy." Areum answered you as Heeseung chuckled at your daughters smart brain.

You looked at Areum then at Heeseung then at Areum again and asked, "and do you agree?" Areum looked at Heeseung with soft eyes.

"Well, he's handsome, looks like bambi, and he loves you. So yes!" She exclaimed as Heeseung stood up quickly and picked Areum up and spun her around.

"But!" She yelled making Heeseung pause. "I will FULLY accept if you go with me to the father-daughter dance with me." She said, still in Heeseung's arm with her arms crossed.

"I would not want anything more than go to the dance with you, sweetheart." He said, hearts coming out of his eyes.

Areum grinned and hugged his neck tightly.

You can feel tears prickling in your eye sockets, watching the beautiful moment between the most important two people in your life unfold.

"Mommy, join the group hug!" Areum exclaimed as Heeseung pulled you closer by your waist.

"I love you so much, my love." He whispered and kissed your lips gently.

"Ewww, not infront of me!" Areum said, covering her eyes making you and Heeseung crack up.

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