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Slowly

Synopsis: You were a princess inlove with your childhood bestfriend. A love story that wasn't meant to be.

road 2 beach`

summary : very very short prompt – summertime beach drive with riki <3

genre : fluff

notes : adorable relationship au, just sweet and memorable moments inside y'all's car, no warnings – just pureness !

theme song : paris by the chainsmokers

a/n : just found out about this song and watched the lyric video, damn, now i'm here with a prompt. LMAO hope you enjoy this oneshot !

windows down, speakers on full-blast – you and riki were singing along the song, saying the lines with all your heart : "if we go down, then we go down together..." the moment you shared was so mood-lifting and wholesome. you are so happy your new relationship with riki is ongoing healthily and everything is going smoothly.

you faced the open-window shotgun, breathing in all the fresh ocean breeze where you're almost at the beach. riki taps his fingers on the steering wheel, bopping his head slowly to the song. you sighed contentedly, "thanks for coming up with this idea. i never even thought i needed this." you looked at his eyes through the rear-view mirror, his smiling stare melted your insides that you were panicking. you knew you were only a year to the relationship, so getting flustered and cuckoo over each other is still acceptable. "ya, why are you looking at me like that?" you broke your genuine tone to a flustered response to his the moves. he looked back onto the road, chuckling, "what did i do to you? all i did was just look." "yeah, well, guess what, your gaze is making me blush you ogre." you crossed your arms, hiding a smirk as you were avoiding eye contact with him. he snickered, "don't make me blush while driving, i might go nuts." riki was already blushing, rosy cheeks along with the bright sunlight beaming on his seat. you both giggled in response to the tensed but mostly sweet and risky exchanges of flirts.

he rests his hand on his lap, with his left hand steering the wheel. you saw an opportunity to make another move, or did he? he knew you always loved holding hands idly – not in public places, though. well what the heck, you went for it. you gently offered your hand to him as he looked at it, side-eyeing your hand. the corner of his lips curved, taking your hand gently. "you know, we should've let our friends tag along. the more, the merrier." you spoke, caressing his hand. "i don't know, i want to spend this time only with you-" he responded, soft-spoken, "-you would be playing PUBG with the gang and i would be picking out shells from the sea with the unnies if we let them tag along with us." you let out an 'awwww'. "okay, you have a point, that would be fun. next time. i wanna make seashells bracelets with you today." you gripped onto his hand a little tighter than before.

your car passed by a sign, you're here! jeju island. riki turned his head to you, "we're here, _____." you both shared a smile when you suddenly put your hands up, waving it around goofily, "LEZGAUR!".

❣︎ ⎯⎯ mess with me, you get the lips .

PAIRING ! nishimura riki x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.6k

PROMPT(S) ! 8. embracing them from behind ;; 9. ruffling their hair ;; 10. placing their chin on the other’s shoulder ;; 24. patting their head // requested by @emmachase89 @clarakyunisageek and two lovely anons <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! for this event i’m only taking up to 2 prompts per req, but i decided to combine four reqs for this bc it ended up working rlly well. hope you like it! also don’t mind the title skjskd i thought it was kinda cute and fit pretty well 😭

a soft squeal could be heard from rooms away as it left your lips.

riki had just snuck up on you from behind before quickly pulling you into his embrace, your back pressed against his chest. at the unexpected contact, you jumped slightly before attempting to turn around in his arms. however, his strong hold had you trapped in this position, unable to move. so you sighed, resorting to turning your head to look at him instead before giving him a playful glare. he rested his chin on your shoulder before turning his face slightly, placing a soft, apologetic kiss on your cheek.

“i’m sorry for scaring you,” he gave you a small, playful pout.

“it’s okay,” you told him before continuing, “what i’m more frustrated about is the fact that you have me restricted in your arms right here.”

he let out a small chuckle before loosening his hold on you, allowing you some freedom to move.

you turned around to face him, both of you softly locking eyes.

“‘kay, i’m sorry,” he began again, placing his hand on top of your head and ruffling your. “better?”

you squirmed in his hold before stopping his actions, “hey! no! no, stop!” you said between giggles. “this is not better! you’re messing up my hair! nishimura riki!”

laughing at your reaction, he eventually stopped and you glared at him again, even harder this time.

“okay, okay,” he let out, beginning to fix your hair by patting it down. “sorry, my love.”

after a few seconds, he succeeded in returning your hair back to the way it was before, and only a moment later, you watched as his eyes darted to your lips. before you could process, he already had his lips on yours, pecking them softly.

“better now?” he asked after pulling back slightly, voice calm.

you nodded before a smirk made its way to your lips.

you snaked your arms around his neck before quickly pulling him in for another kiss, this time lasting much longer.

he felt himself melt under your touch, kissing you back with equal passion. however, little did he know, you were taking this as an opportunity to get back at him as you continuously and messily brushed all of your fingers through his hair.

when you eventually pulled back, you had to control yourself as you succeeded in stifling your laugh. however, he didn’t miss the way your lips twitched and were being forced into keeping straight. and once you realized he caught on, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“what’s so funny?” he asked you before he noticed your eyes travel up to the top of his head.

turning around to face a mirror, riki quickly noticed the way his hair was now in a mess with each lock of hair out of place.

he turned around, looking at you annoyed, but you didn’t fail to notice the way his lips were now the one holding back a smile.

and before you knew it, riki was chasing you around the room, squeals leaving your lips once again before he eventually caught you from behind and lifted you off of your feet, only causing you to let out more protesting squeals.

and just like that, the day ended with you in his arms, either trying to get at each other’s hair, or exchanging kisses, and you couldn’t have wished for it any other way.

A/N. hope you enjoyed ^_^

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TAGLIST FORM.

𝔸𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 — 𝙻. 𝙷𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚗𝚐

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➤ in which you’ve grown a liking to the roommate of the guy you tutor.

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➤ PAIRING — heeseung × fem! reader

➤ GENRE — romance, smut, fluff, comedy if you squint, f2l, college au

➤ WARNINGS — mentions of drinking, dom! heeseung, big dick! heeseung, sub! reader, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, pretty), oral (m.rec), vaginal fingering, doggy, manhandling, lots of kissing, creampie, multiple orgasms, spanking, slight nipple play, kind of public sex?/ semi public sex. [ lmk if i missed anything ]

➤ WC — 6.6K

➤ AUTHOR — reblogs and feedback are appreciated! (not proofread)

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You lift your head from the fiction book it was practically buried in, taking in your surroundings. The cafeteria was huddled with people, either stuffing their faces or babbling too much to care about their cold food. Reaching for your spoon, you fit the last of your rice into your mouth, chewing far too slow, with a sudden foul expression. You stare at Beomgyu, who weirdly stumbles his way towards you. What an idiot.

He makes his way to chair beside you, carelessly dragging it to sit down. You swallow expectedly, pulling a poker face. Beomgyu’s the last person you’d talk to, truly because he was a complete imbecile. The kind that if you were to tell him that he was one, he'd start fake crying and stick his very blue tongue out. (Yes he almost always has a blue fucking lollipop stuck in his mouth, and it TOTALLY irks you.)

Clearly not a big fan of him. So why would said Beomgyu come up to you?

He rotates his chair to completely face yours, letting out a deep breath; smiling at you uneasily. You arch your eyebrow, holding back a snort at how stupid he looks eyeing you.

“Uh..hi.. I’m Beomgyu, Choi—” he says; getting cut off by you before he could finish.

“Choi Beomgyu, I know,” you drawl. Who doesn't at this point?

He swallows nervously; eyes wandering away from yours, “Look, I know this is totally out of character for me, and I would kill to go back but, I kind of need your help” he whispers as if to make sure no one hears him.

Your face contorts into disbelief and confusion. Thats odd.

“Help? Why would you need my help?, don’t you have your buddies for that?”

Beomgyu's nervous, fidgeting with his fingers on the table. “Well, they could try, but it won't really help,” he confesses. “My grades are too low, I can't keep up the act of being okay, you know?” he mutters lowly.

You press your tongue against your cheek, getting what he’s trying to say.

“So, you're asking if I can tutor you?" you clarify, waiting for his nod. He quietly agrees. While tutoring isn’t exactly your specialty, you’ve given it a shot in the past. You could easily say no and leave him without help, but the opportunity to earn some extra cash is tempting enough to give it a go.

“Alright, what's the wage?” you ask in a relaxed tone. Beomgyu seems relieved, attempting to hide his grin.

“Thinking $10 per hour?” he suggests tentatively.

“Not quite what I had in mind,” you respond, unimpressed. Come on Beomgyu, you’re pretty loaded.

“How about $15?” he proposes without hesitation.

“Hmm, on second thought..”

“$25!” he interjects, irritation creeping into his voice.

You smile, content with the improved offer. “Deal.”

“Great, we can meet at my apartment, I just moved in last month; I need to be independent apparently” he says quickly. “Just a heads up, I have a roommate. I totally had to fight him for the apartment, so we’re rooming. He won't be a bother, we'll just have the place to ourselves in my room, he’s never home anyway”.

You nod in understanding and inquire, “Is he from around here?” Beomgyu nods and responds, “Yeah, his name's Heeseung, you know, the one thats’s boring AF?”

You take a brief pause, running your tongue over your lips as you wrack your brain for any sign of a Heeseung among your classmates. Surprisingly, you can’t seem to place him, which is unusual since you typically have a good grasp of everyone in your year. It's possible that Heeseung is just someone who prefers to stay under the radar, which might explain why you haven’t heard of him.

“Weird, I don’t know a Heeseung in our year” you say with confused tone.

Beomgyu shrugs nonchalantly, his eyes rolling in dismissal. “He’s always been like that. Anyway, I’m only still rooming with him because, well, he's almost never home and I can’t cook” he says, eyes bored.

The lunch bell rings loudly, abruptly halting your conversation. You glance at Beomgyu and manage a small smile. “I’ll drop by tomorrow; today's just too busy, you inform him. He gives a thumbs-up in response. With that settled, you start clearing your tray.

╰┈➤

Exiting the elevator, you walk down the corridor, each step bringing you closer to Beomgyu's door. He's waiting for you, his dark hair easy to spot in the hallway. You approach him, greeting him by waving your hand.

You quickly kick off your sneakers and step in, scanning the area with a keen eye. Everything looks neat enough, but the sight of a mop leaning against the wall and the freshly mopped floor makes you wonder. Did he just clean up right before you got here? Seems likely, considering he didn't bother to sweep before mopping. Looks like cleaning isn't really his thing.

Beomgyu gestures towards his room, pulling you out of your thoughts. You follow him inside, and as you step in, you’re greeted by a burst of color. The walls are painted a bold red, adorned with pictures and posters of basketball stars and iconic moments. You can't help but admire the shiny pictures that catch the light, giving the room a vibrant energy. “Cool room” you say, feeling drawn to the bright atmosphere created by all the basketball themed decor.

“Thanks” he says proudly, glancing up at his room.

You glance over at him, smoothly pulling out one of the chairs positioned by the desk, then lowering yourself onto its burgundy red cushion. Beomgyu follows your lead, exhaling audibly as he takes a seat beside you. He picks up a book from his cluttered desk and flips through it, his brow furrowed in concentration. Eventually, he slides it over to you, saying quietly, ‘I don't understand this.’

Examining the content, you meet Beomgyu's gaze with a bored expression. “Beomgyu, this is really basic," you remark casually, flipping through the pages without much interest. You know you’re being fairly annoying saying that. But if Beomgyu wants you to tutor him, he’ll have to deal with it.He gives you a dramatic eye roll and clenches his teeth, interrupting you with a sarcastically sweet tone, “Can we just get to the point already?” You stifle a chuckle, nodding in agreement. “Alright, alright”.

After spending about two hours tutoring, you're ready to wrap things up. Despite Beomgyu's jokes sneaking in here and there, you feel good about how it went. Plus, getting paid $50 is a nice bonus for your time.

You lean back in your chair, letting out a tired yawn. “Well, I guess it's time to head out,” you mumble, reaching for your bag. Beomgyu nods in agreement, rising from his seat. Just then, the sound of the front door being unlocked catches you off guard, causing you to glance at Beomgyu for reassurance. He seems unfazed. Oh. It must be his roommate, Heeseung, if you remember correctly.

You don’t think much of it, heading out of his room towards the door, Beomgyu following close behind. Glancing at the hand holding the door still, you stop on your tracks, awkwardly waiting for this Heeseung to enter. The soft creak of the door’s release draws your attention, as your eyes meet his, times seems to momentarily halt. Were people supposed to be this good looking or was it the lack of love in your life? God, he’s mesmerizing.

“_______”? You hear Beomgyu say, as your mind cuts your train of thoughts. “This is Heeseung, the one I was talking about yesterday” he tells you as you nod quietly in his direction, eyes still fixated on Heeseung.

Heeseung eyes you up and down, humming when Beomgyu introduces you as the girl from class who tutors him. You look familiar. You smile shyly, legs heading towards the end of the door. But what you caught on his face just as you stepped out brings red to your cheeks.

He fucking smirked.

It leaves you pondering, as you mutter a ‘bye’ to Beomgyu, not bothering to look at him. What was that? Did he do that to fluster you? You shouldn’t overthink it. Maybe he does that all time. Whatever, you’re not going to dwell on it. But it does leave you with more enthusiasm to come over to tutor Beomgyu. You’ll hope the only thing you’ll do here is teach.

It’s been about a month since you’ve been tutoring Beomgyu. You’re overall pretty satisfied with how it’s been going; you could see genuine improvement with him.

Other than the fact that you’re effort is going on the right track, you might also be taking advantage of your time there. Your suspiciously long ‘study breaks’ might have not always been for the said purpose. They might have been to make small talk with his roommate; when he arrived home earlier than usual. Or when the times up and you have to leave, delaying your departure so you can see his face atleast once a day. You can’t deny the attraction. Sure, the small talk might be slightly awkward but you atleast get to know him.

You walk out of Beomgyu’s room, on one of your so called ‘breaks’. Today's a good day. Heeseung’s home early!

You make your way towards the kitchen; you must say the counters are well done. They’re like a distraction if it gets awkward talking to him As the door to Heeseung's room swings open, the subtle movement sends a shiver down your spine, causing you to flinch involuntarily. You straighten up, hands crawling up a cabinet to find a glass for water.

You feel his figure behind you, somehow so close yet so far. “On break?” He asks, voice raspy. Must’ve took a nap. “Yeah” you mumble taking ahold of a glass. You turn around, drinking in his figure; oh fuck he’s in a tank top.

You almost stumble walking forward to fill your glass, just when you feel him grab your glass, “I’ll fill it for you. Grab me one too will ya?” he says grinning. Oh does he have to smile like that infront of you?

Nodding slowly, you walk back, getting another glass and handing it over to him. Heeseung mutters a ‘thank you’, proceeding to fill it up.

“Beomgyu tells me you don’t recognize me. I sit behind you in chemistry, silly , i was waiting for you to realise” he says with slight confusion laced into his words.

Your eyes become slightly wide, imagining yourself inside chemistry class. It ticks your brain. Of course, that’s why you must have looked familiar to him. “Right, sorry I never caught that”.

Before he can say anything you hear Beomgyu’s whiny voice calling your name, indicating it’s been far too long since you’ve been gone.

Now you’re on your way to Beomgyu’s again. It’s a Saturday, but he requested you to come. Just as you enter your cab, you hear the loud shrieking sound of thunder, indicating rain. Getting in, you sink into the cozy cab seat, the sound of rain tapping on the windows and occasional flashes of lightning outside creating a quite yet filled atmosphere. You gaze outside with a slight pout. It’s quite late as your leaving now, you hope the rain calms down by the time you have to go home.

Stepping out of the cab, rain pours down relentlessly. You dash towards the elevator, hands shielding your head from the downpour. Inside, you quickly fix your hair in the mirrored walls, hoping the rain doesn’t worsen. Looking into the mirror like walls of the elevator, you fix up your hair. God, you really hope the rain calms down.

The elevator’s soft robotic hum faded as you stepped into the familiar corridor, your feet moving automatically towards the well known door. With a sigh, you rang the doorbell, the sound cutting through the quiet. Taking off your sandals, you huff, waiting.

You hear feet walk up behind the door, unlocking it. But you don’t expect to meet eyes with Heeseung, white earphones stuck in his eyes and a song paused on his phone.

“Beomgyu’s not home..? It’s a Saturday anyway, you tutor him on Saturdays too? Geez” he says as you stand still, digesting what he just said.

Before you can answer him, your phone buzzes, a notification.

[Choi Beomgyu], 7:14 PM :

heyy im so sorry but uh i forgot i had plans today.. youve probably reached by now and its raining like crazy and I don't think its gonna stop so you can stay over for the night in my room, i’ll be at a friends’. use one of my tshirts or smtg. also heeseung's home so you wont get killed at night! again sorry!! </3

You internally roll your eyes. Seriously? But you can’t stay mad at him, he seems kind of genuine.

“I think I’ll have to crash here tonight,” you admit, your cheeks flushing slightly as you offer a tentative smile. As if on cue, Heeseung pulls the door open wide, ushering you inside with a dramatic gesture. “Beomgyu asked me to use his room, kay?” you explain, feeling a sudden surge of liveliness.

Heeseung chuckles at you, his eyes fixed on you as he watches you set down on your bag on the couch heading into Beomgyu’s room. You still feel captivated each time you enter his room; you wonder what Heeseung’s room looks like, you’ve only ever seen glimpses of it whenever he came out of it. Black walls or something.

You look around for his closest, quickly landing your eyes on the half-black, half-red wardrobe. Grabbing the handle and tugging it open, you start to look for t-shirts, thats’s something comfortable. And maybe some shorts as well. Yeah, you might look a bit awkward in it but it’s just for one night.

You frown your face, unable to locate any t-shirts. God, where does this man keep his things?

“What’re you looking for so interesting?” you hear a familiar voice say, flinching at it. You turn around to find Heeseung, arms crossed leaning against one of the open doors of the wardrobe. Dangerously close to you, you must say.

“B..Beomgyu asked me to use his t-shirt or something for the night” you explain, licking your lips. “But I just can’t find any”, you say with a annoyed sigh.

Was it just you or did you imagine the look of distate on Heeseung’s when you mentioned wearing Beomgyu’s t-shirt?

“They’re all in the wash, the idiot probably forgot, use mine,” he tells you, staring into your eyes with miniscule smile.

You can’t help but feel shocked by his offer, causing your heart to beat faster. It may seem insignificant, borrowing clothes, but it’s Heeseung. Your voice feels trapped in your throat, a rush of excitement running through your veins. It just feels special when it comes from him. But you definitely can’t say no, can you?

You reply in a quiet voice, trying not to seem overly enthusiastic, “If you’re completely sure...” He responds with a gentle smile while gently tugging at your wrist. Surprised by the gesture, you let out a soft gasp but ultimately decide to go along with it.

Entering his room, directly opposite Beomgyu’s, the matte black walls catch your eye, imbuing the space with a sleek, modern vibe. The abundance of books scattered; if arranged with proper shelving and space could make a pretty mini library.

As you find yourself in the midst of his room, you can't help but admire the coolness of both of your rooms. “You guys have such cool rooms” you exclaim, watching as Heeseung frantically searches through his closet. You hear his echoed chuckle as you walk towards him, taking a peek at his closet. He seems to have just destroyed its neatness. But you do notice the many t-shirts laying flat and wrinkled on the floor.

“There’s a like a billion one of those t-shirts you’re searching for on the floor, Lee” you tell him, bending down to pick up the two you see. “And a pair of shorts too” you add. Heeseung hums in response with a grin, sighing as he pulls out a pretty white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. Certainly a little too big for you, sure as hell comfortable. Plus it’s Heeseung’s, makes it all the better.

He turns towards you, holding the t-shirt out in display. “I think you’d look nice in this” he tells you trying to contain a smile sheepishly. Did he do all this searching, messing up his well organised wardrobe, just because he thought this one specific one would look good on you? You would kiss him if you could right now.

You try to stay calm, trying to hide your eagerness as you thank him softly, taking it from him. Turning around, you move to leave; but stop on your tracks when you feel his hand on your wrist stopping you. Instinctively you look back, Heeseung’s face mere inches away from yours. If you moved any closer, your lips would touch his. And you don’t know if that’s a risk you’re willing to take.

“You forgot this” he says,handing you the black shorts, brown orbs still looking into yours. You feel some sort of relief when he says that, quickly taking it from him. “Right” you say in response walking away.

As you walk away, you think about what just happened; would he have kissed you back if you did first? Does he like you like that? Or is it just some occurring tension between you two? You don’t know but you’ll let it play out like this.

Standing before the bathroom mirror, you take a moment to appreciate the comfort and loose fit of your attire. The t-shirt drapes effortlessly over your torso, offering a snug yet relaxed feeling. The shorts fit good at your waist too, thanks to it being elastic. Heeseung was right about thinking it’d look good on you. And again, it’s his.

You step out of the bathroom, slowly walking your way into the living room. You spot Heeseung on je couch, a video game console in his hands and eyes fixated on the TV screen. Stopping on your tracks you watch him, completely not noticing you. From what you’ve seen, he’s not as boring as Beomgyu has told you before. You see a second console on the coffee table. It’s so obvious they play together.

“Mind if I join in?”, you ask, your voice brimming with excitement as you make your way over to the couch where he's lounging. With a playful bounce, you settle yourself down right beside him, looking over at him.

His eyes roam over you, and you feel your cheeks heating up. Is he pleased with how his clothes fit you, or does he see something off? Heeseung’s gulp breaks the tension, and he meets your gaze once more, leaving you uncertain about what his look truly means.

“Do I look weird or something?” you say, laughing awkwardly. Please say no.

He almost immediately denies your assumptions, “No, fuck you don’t,” he says swallowing once more, “You look..good, that’s all” he continues. No, that’s not what he wants to say. He thinks you look hot. But best left inside his head. You internally sigh in relief, thank god. Resuming back to what you said, you ask again giggling, “So can I play?”

He nods his head in agreement, grinning. Bending over to grab the other console, you shuffle into a comfortable seating position, hands on your knees. “Good luckkk” you drawl with confidence. Heeseung scoffs at you with a smile, he’d kiss that attitude out of you but he'll watch you play for now.

“I’ve experienced Beomgyu storming out in anger because he didn't win like five times in a row,” he tells you with a cocky smile. Alright, skilled gamer Heeseung. Although your confidence may have wavered, you refuse to let it affect you. Your main goal is to enjoy yourself during your time here.

“Beomgyu acts like you’re so boring, yet he seems to have pretty good friendship with you” you say softly. Heeseung hums in response, “It’s because I only play with him sometimes, not really so often. He’s just over-dramatic, really” he brushes off.

You nod in understanding, “Let’s play then, shall we?”

You don’t think you’ve ever laughed this hard at someone’s face before. Heeseung’s face when you swiftly went past him and won the game has you breaking into peels of laughter. His face is truly priceless.

“Did that hurt your ego?” you say between soft giggles. Heeseung stares at you, holding back a grin. The way you feel confident after winning over him, entices him; He wants to ruin that confidence, he wants to ruin you. “Beginners luck” he replies instead. You continue to giggle at him, laughter dying down as silence pierces through. It’s peaceful, not awkward at all as the both of you sit in the rather calming quietnesss.

The quiet room suddenly got noisy with your unexpected hiccups. You felt them like tiny jumps in your chest, making you stumble as you hurried to the kitchen, your steps clumsy against the relentless spasms. Opening up the very familiar cupboard, you tap against its inner floor, reaching for a glass. Gasping quietly as you land your feet from tip toeing; you lick your lips, turning to go fill it up.

You’ve always liked this kitchen. It gave you a feeling nostalgia; having such a similar one back at your parents house.

“You enjoyed winning so much didn’t you?” Heeseung says with amusement lacing his words. Gulping down the last of your water with an uncontrollable smile, you nod at him. You like having him slightly worked up. It’s entertaining.

Heeseung walks over towards you, suddenly caging you with his arms. Your hands instinctively grasp at the counter behind you, eyes darting down. His eyes look into yours sharply inching even closer, if you went just a little closer, your noses would touch and at that point you should just kiss. Temptation clouds your mind and ball of confidence strikes you; retrieving your hands from the counter, you pause before connecting your lips to his.

His lips freeze against yours; certainly was not expecting you to do that. But as soon as he hears your soft whine, his arms that once surrounded the space around you, grabbed at your waist. The soft feeling of his lips on yours melts your body into desire, but before you can fall under it, you pull away.Heeseung groans just as you cut contact, looking at you with an puzzled expression. What are you doing to him? You give him what he wants and blatantly take it away. That’s the game you play huh? You tip toe, bending your neck over his as you take a peek at the wall clock fixed in the living room, just next to the kitchen. 10 PM it read. Time does fly when you have fun.

“Sex this late night ruins my sleep” you tell him with a fake pout plastered on your face. “Maybe next time, Lee” you add on as you cup his face, only to kiss his cheek before slipping away out. Heeseung freezes, shock etched across his features as he replays the scene in his mind. He grapples with your intentions, wondering when this “next time” will occur. It’s clear you’re pushing his buttons, you literally kissed him for a hot minute and left him helplessly hanging. You’re good at switching up aren’t you? If he has to play this game to put you in your place, then so be it.

All confidence that resided inside you vanished as soon as you closed the door to Beomgyu’s room. God, did you actually do that? Your ego definitely seems to spike sometimes. You don’t know if you regret it; from the sheer look in his eyes and searing kiss, it was obvious he liked you too. You just might have left quite an impression on him, it was bold of you. The future of your actions lay flat for tomorrow.

You wake up to the noise of the front door being opened, assuming it was Beomgyu, you rub your tightly closed eyes open. Having slept fairly well last night, you quickly got out of bed, arranging the sheets neat. This wasn’t your bed or home to leave untidy, like you occasionally do. Although you think Beomgyu is no better than you.

Walking out you see Beomgyu, helping himself to a cup of ramen. You’d like some breakfast before you leave.

“Hey, got another cup?” you ask with grogginess evident in your voice. Beomgyu finally takes a look at you, pausing at your question for a few minutes before nodding. He turns back momentarily to grab another cup, sliding it over to you. You can’t help but turn your eyes over to Heeseung’s room. Is he still in bed?

“Where’s your ‘boring’ roommate?” you ask him with a hint laughter in your voice. Beomgyu gives you a sarcastic roll of his eyes, “He left for the gym right as I came in” he says replying to your asked question. Oh. You guess the only time you’ll see him again is on Monday.

Finally pouring in the hot water, you close the cup with the paper lid, waiting. As you sit waiting for your meal, lost in your thoughts, your mind wanders aimlessly. Suddenly, a sharp gasp escapes your lips as your attention is abruptly pulled back to reality by Beomgyu, who has made an odd noise while pointing his index finger in your direction.

You look at him with a confused expression, “I thought I told you use my t-shirt? That’s not mine” he says, staring at you for an answer. Halting for short second, you reply back “I looked through your closet, and Heeseung told me that they were all in the wash, genius. So he lent me his”

Beomgyu looks at you with squinting eyes, processing all what you said before he casually hums. Opening your lid back up, you mix your noodles before going in for a much needed savory bite, humming in delight you look up with happy eyes.

“So, What did you do last night?” Beomgyu questions, inching his elbows closer to you. The question is harmless and innocent if you view it the way you should, but in your case, there are only two things memorable — winning over Heeseung and kissing Heeseung. You can’t help smile internally remembering them, you still feel the feeling of his lips on yours if you think about it long enough.

Beomgyu waves his hand infront of you, as to pop your thinking bubble, “R..Right, yeah, I didn’t do much, just played some video games and went to bed, that’s all” you answer stuttering slightly at your words.

His eyes light up at the mention of video games, a grin fighting for freedom on his face, “Who won?” he asks enthusiastically. You’re sure Beomgyu’s hoping for you to say that you had won, recollecting that he always lost to his skilled roommate. Licking your lips in a swift motion, you press your lips together in a tight smile, gazing at Beomgyu.

The look on your face is all he needs to let out a sigh of happy relief, “Fuck yes! Somebody actually beat Heeseung” he exclaims with delight offering you a high-five, which you gladly receive. Slurping up the last of your breakfast, you walk over to throw in the trash informing Beomgyu on the way that you’ll head out after changing back into your clothes from last night.

As if remembering something important, he calls you again, “ _______!, just wanted to let you know, I’m hosting a party at my parents’ place on Monday you know, since the semesters about to end. And they’re not home anyway. Your’re invited if you’re up for it” he blurts out.

“Who's gonna be there?” you question, intrigued.

“Like practically everyone; Yuna, the girl with red glasses, Heeseung, me, duh and—

“I’ll be there, send me the address” you cut him off, rushing back inside and change before you leave.

You apply a coat of rosy lip gloss, pressing your lips together with satisfaction. You look good tonight, clad in a snug black mini skirt paired elegantly with a delicate white lace tube top and your hair down in waves. The top showcases just the right amount of skin, accentuating the look of your slender silver chain. It’s both sexy and cute.

The party’s at 8 PM, and you’ll be just on time if you leave right now. You take one more good look in your full length mirror, nodding to yourself, before finally heading out.

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You stare in awe at the house the party resided in. It’s truly beautiful, and big. The lively music and joyful voices coming from inside indicate that Beomgyu has invited a lot of people. It’s clear he’s gone all out to make sure everyone has a great time tonight. You enter with a soft sigh, clutching onto your baby pink handbag. The music is loud but quite enough to hear people talk to one another. Your eyes scan around the area; looking for Beomgyu. The large table with drinks catch your eye as you spot Beomgyu sipping on a can of beer.

He locks eyes with you as you make your way towards him, managing a small smile.

“Oh my god, you’re like two minutes late” he exclaims dramatically, holding up his phone in the which glowed ‘8:02 PM’. You give him an unimpressed look. That seems to shut him up as he gives you a small pout.

You grab a can of beer from the table, popping it open and taking a sip.

“C’mon, I’ll give you a house tour, you’re probably the only one who hasn’t been here” he tells already walking ahead.

You faithfully trail behind him as he leads you on a tour through each luxurious room, offering short descriptions of their purposes. The surroundings are nothing short of extravagant, soaring ceilings, intricate architectural designs, and an abundance of totally unnecessary paintings on the wall. The overall aura of the place resembles a palace, filled to the brim with people.

As you both progress down the hallway, the fading music suggests you’re approaching the final room. Each room you’ve passed has been bustling with at least five people, engaged in drinking, sleeping, or playing some sort of game. However, between all this, Heeseung’s absence stands out. You’re left to ponder where he is : Either he dipped out on coming or he’s inside the room you’re just about to enter.

Beomgyu gestures towards the door, softly remarking, “And here’s the last room, my childhood sanctuary.” With a gentle click, he swings it open, revealing a truly elegant space. Stepping inside, you instinctively search for Heeseung, your gaze finally settling on him. He acknowledges Beomgyu, waving at him before he buries his gaze on you.

You look away as soon as you make eye contact, pretending to observe the room instead. Other than Heeseung there are few other guys in the room, they’re all sitting on the bed; probably chatting before you came in.

“What are ya’ll doing just talking? The drinks are downstairs, come down!” Beomgyu tells them with annoyance evident in his voice.

“I’ll stay, not in the mood to drink right now” Heeseung mutters, his eyes still fixated on you. Beomgyu looks at you with bored eyes as if silently letting you know that the person who just spoke is infact really boring. You give him a small giggle before telling him that you’d come down in a bit too. You just might have a little talking to do. Beomgyu gives you an expression of ‘you too?’ before leading the other guys out down with him.

As soon as you turn your head from watching them leave to head down, you slightly flinch at Heeseung walking past you to swiftly lock the door. Safe to say you’re not surprised. You slide your handbag off your shoulder, mounting it on a nearby shelf. Just then you feel a gentle tug at your wrist and immediate contact with Heeseung’s lips. You halt for a second before you wrap your hands around his neck, pads of your fingers pressing into the nape of his neck.

His lips feel just as soft as the first time, addicting you must say. He seems just as eager as you are, slyly pushing his tongue inside your mouth with a grin you could tell he had on. You whine into his mouth, signalling him to pull away to breathe. He pulls away slowly, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you pant heavily. God you really need him right now. His eyes look into yours as you giggle at the lip gloss smeared over his mouth. He looks at you amused as you wipe then gloss off with a focused stare.

“What happened to ‘sex ruins your sleep at night’ ?” he asks you mockingly, running his hands over your ass.

“Your dick’s hard” you retort, hands coming down to palm his cock. He hisses as you do so, mumbling a curse.

“I’ll just go fuck another girl” he tells with a smirk, eager to see your reaction. He’s really trying to piss you off huh?

“No you fucking won’t” you tell him with a laugh, connecting your lips back together. He dosen’t complain, immediately melting into the kiss as you still rub his hard on, making him moan into it. You don’t think you’ll ever get over how good his lips feel against yours.

“That’s right, so suck me off will you?” he says against your lips.

And that's how you end up on your knees, holding onto Heeseung’s thighs tightly while he thrusts his big fucking dick into your mouth. You eagerly suck and twirl your tongue around the lower part of his shaft, making sure to cover it with your saliva. The grip on his thighs becomes even tighter as he pushes his cock deeper into your throat, his mushroom tip brushing against the back.

“J..Just like that baby, god you were made for this” he rasps with eyes closed shut, fingers caressing your hair. You let out quiet moans against his dick, your panties progressively getting wetter. You’re desperate for him inside you.

Continuing to suck him off, you decide to tease him a bit, after all he is, so close to coming. You pull off his dick, retrieving your hands from his thighs and grabbing at the base of it and giving his red tip kitten licks. He groans at loss of your mouth, eyes glaring at your doe eyed ones. “Don’t fucking tease or you won’t get to cum later” he warns you. The thought of not cumming when your pussy was dripping and pulsating like this sent shivers down your spine.

You almost immediately stuff his cock back in your mouth; but you pause when you feel feel Heeseung’s hands gripping your hair, fucking your mouth. It’s sloppy and messy; you feel hot tears well up at your eyes, falling down endlessly as he continues to fuck your throat deep.

“Thats’s a good girl, fuck, ’m gonna cum” he moans, his movements in your mouth gradually easing as he releases his warmth down your throat. Heeseung breathes heavily, his eyes widening with a smile as he gazes at your exhausted expression; cheeks flushed, eyes watery, and most likely a very wet pussy. He bends down to pick you up again, mounting you on his lap as he lifts your skirt, fingers dipping into your soaked cunt.

You whine into his neck, feeling him move your drenched panties to the side, filling your cunt with two of his fingers, sinking in and out of you painfully slow. Heeseung chuckles at your whimpers, finding them cute as he adds a third finger, picking up his pace. He starts pressing wet kisses into your neck, sucking on the shell of your ear which only fueled the building pleasure inside of you.

“Hah—! please, wanna cu..m gonna cum” you groan into his neck as you cream over his fingers, knot in your stomach free as you relieve your high, hugging Heeseung tighter. He brings up his coated fingers up to his mouth, licking them clean.

“Need to fuck you now, but let me eat you out next time, yeah?” he whispers into your ear, as you finally look at him again placing a kiss on your lips. You hum in response, a slight gasp escaping your lips as he flips you on your stomach, ass up in the air; removing the your skirt and sticky underwear. He takes a moment to look at your glistening cunt, slightly swollen from your previous orgasm.

You want to say something you know you shouldn’t, because one, it’s way beyond the truth and two, not when he has you under him like this, no control over him and pussy ready for him to slip into. But you like pissing him off and getting him worked up. Just as you feel his dick poke at your entrance, you whisper, “Small dick”.

You may have said it in a low voice but the way you feel Heeseung stiffen up behind you only confirms he had clearly heard it.

“Oh yeah? Enlighten me on the girl who was fucking choking on this small dick not so long ago” he spits out with amusement lacing his words, cock slipping into your folds whole without notice. You let out a string of choked moans, words breaking down into nothing as he pounds into you relentlessly. Falling face down onto the sheets, you tug on them tighter, body jerking and thighs shaking. To say he felt good buried inside of you was a huge understatement.

He hold your hips tighter, cursing at how you clench down at him each time he goes deeper into you.

“Look at you, cunts sucking me in so good, been desperate for my cock haven’t you?” Heeseung growls with a cruel laugh, leaning down to suck on your back as he still fucks into you. You don’t answer, mind fogged up with cock ruining your pussy as your eyes roll back. One of his hands pull you back up, then grabbing at your bouncing tits, rubbing at your nipples.

He slaps your ass, eyes watching it jiggle with each pound he gives. “Fucking answer me” he demands you, only making you moan louder as you feel his tip brutally hammer at your cervix, pushing you towards the edge.

“Yes! hnng!— fuck yes! gah- please” you blurt out, the need to cum again building up fast.

Heeseung lets out a shriek, cock swollen inside of you as he fills your cunt up with his cum. But he still fucks into you, getting you closer to your high. The way he filled you up only tightened the knot inside you, squirting out on his cock and coating. Your vision sees white as you pant heavily, head throbbing.

Heeseung slowly moves your tired body onto his lap, picking you all over your face as you get back into your senses. “What a way to finally say I love you” he tells you, kissing the crown on your head. You giggle at him, feeling a strong sense of euphoria rush through you.

“I’ve always liked you” you tell him, looking away and playing with his fingers. He chuckles at you, placing another kiss on your lips. “Good, I had a thing for you too” he whispers into your ear.

Suddenly you hear a stiff knock at door, you jolt up in surprise, “Can you please open the fucking door? I need to piss! All the others are occupied!” you hear Beomgyu’s voice outside, desperate to get inside. It makes you realise you literally fucked on his bed, and totally messed up the cheeks. The thought of cleaning it up burns red into your cheeks.

You look up at Heeseung, as if asking what to do. But with the grin he has on his face says otherwise.

“Wait just a little more, I’ve got to make _______ cum again!” he screams out at the door slyly spreading your legs again.

You don’t think Beomgyu has to use the bathroom anymore.

daegutowns enhypen masterlist

fluff (f), humor (h), angst (a), crack (c), romance (r), general (g)

enhypen as... ✧ hogwarts boyfriend (r,h)

autumn breeze, autumn leaves

pairing lee heeseung x f!reader

word count 986

genre fluff

warnings nothing really, this is really cutesy fluff for heeseung tbh, best friends to lovers, mentions jeongin from skz and jongho from ateez, sorry jongho btw, mentions of getting ghosted?? is that a warning??, a cute kiss scene, hee’s kind of a dork but nothing new he always is

summary just like the weather, your friendship with heeseung has changed.

more HEYYY my first finished entry for my 1k event!! i’m really proud of this cause i fr wrote it in like an hour 👍👍 anyways this was the request! here u go bff @lvandrmoon

the breeze brushes through your hair and forces you to wrap your arms around yourself, your cardigan doing nothing to help the chill running down your spine.

it was mid october and the weather was finally cooling down to the point that something more than a flimsy sweater is needed to stay warm outside. the bench beneath you is cold on the skin of your bare thighs, your skirt only covering so much. it’s really pretty today, the sun bright in the sky and the oranges and browns of the leaves look extra vibrant, littering your campus nicely.

you watch as other students pass by, some rushing to get to their next class and others leisurely strolling, most likely enjoying the scenery much like you. you think to yourself that this weather would go great with a hot cocoa and someone to cuddle up to, especially when you see the plethora of couples walking around today.

a warm body slides onto the bench beside you, its arm resting on the back. you look at him from your peripheral and can’t help the smile that creeps its way onto your face. he stares back at you, expression mirroring your own.

he looks so cute today, dressed in cargo pants and a flannel. you think your heart might stop right here and right now. his beauty was unmatched and it was gut wrenching how in love with him you were. you could look into his eyes for hours and never get tired. it sucked that all you’d ever be to him was just a friend.

you’ve known lee heeseung since you were 12 years old. you met him in 6th grade english class when your teacher assigned you as table partners. both of you were really awkward and didn’t know how to communicate with someone of the opposite gender. but when you finally had to work together on a project, it turned out the two of you had more in common than you thought. from then on, you became inseparable. no one ever saw heeseung without you and no one ever saw you without heeseung.

even as you grew older, went through puberty, went into high school, went into university, that fact never changed. nothing could come between you.

“good morning, y/n,” he finally says, stretching out his limbs a bit and then apologizing profusely when he almost trips someone. “how was your 8 am?”

“decent, i guess. i slept through the last 30 minutes.” you admit sheepishly.

he gasps dramatically, grabbing both of your shoulders and pulling you closer to him than what was deemed necessary. (not that him grabbing your shoulders in the first place was necessary.) your noses are only inches from touching and you can see the flecks of honey brown swimming in his mocha colored eyes from this proximity. you’ve never been this close to him in your near decade long friendship.

heeseung blinks at you, unsure what he should do. does he kiss you? does he push you away to save face and avoid ruining what you already have? does he confess his undying love to you? despite telling each other everything, there was one massive secret that lee heeseung was keeping from you. and it was how utterly and irrevocably in love he was with you.

he figured it out junior year of high school when yang jeongin asked you to be his date to homecoming. he didn’t know why it bothered him so much that someone else was taking you. he knew as your best friend, he should’ve been supportive. he knew he should’ve encouraged you, especially because you had been so upset over getting ghosted by choi jongho, who was a senior at the time. you were hoping that he’d ask you.

at first he thought the ugly feeling in his stomach stemmed from the fact that he considered jeongin one of his close friends and didn’t think to consult with him about asking you out first. then he thought it was because he was his friend, and he didn’t want to be forced to choose sides if things ended badly. he’d always pick your side anyway, even if you happened to be in the wrong. and that’s when he started spiraling and the realization hit him.

the tightness in his chest wasn’t because he was a protective best friend. it was simply because he was jealous. he was jealous that he wasn’t the one taking you. he was jealous that he wasn’t the one who was going to match his tie with your dress. he was jealous that he wasn’t the one you were going to cling to all night. and it was because he was in love with you.

so as you both sit here on this bench in the middle of campus, gazing into each other’s eyes filled with too many emotions to decipher and leaves falling around you, you come to a collective decision wordlessly. heeseung leans into you slowly and you follow his lead, afraid of making the wrong move and messing everything up.

the wind blows by again and you shiver, causing him to move his hands from your shoulders to cup your cheeks, his thumbs caressing the skin to warm you up as best he can. his eyes dart from yours to your lips, a silent question that has you nodding almost desperately.

when your lips meet, you think to yourself that you can die a happy woman. a delightful buzz courses through your veins all the way to your fingertips. you don’t even feel cold anymore, hot to the touch from kissing heeseung. you wish you could freeze time and stay in this moment forever, holding onto each other like you were the other’s lifeline. everything feels complete for once, like you’ve finally found the missing piece of a puzzle you couldn’t solve.

and heeseung feels the exact same way.

© yeonjunszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

───〃★ DILF!Sunghoon

˗ˏˋContains★ ˎˊ˗ nsfw , age gap (Reader is 20, Sunghoon is 28) , Single Dad!Sunghoon, petnames , Oral (F!Receiving) , hair pulling

˗ˏˋDisclaimer★ ˎˊ˗ I normally don't really fuck with age gap but I've had this thought since yesterday and wanted to share it (also to make @pockettwinzz go crazy)!

˗ˏˋWordcount★ ˎˊ˗ 2k

˗ˏˋReminder that this is all Fiction and no true representation of the member.★ ˎˊ˗

★Single Dad!Sunghoon who looked out of his window when he heard loud noises , seeing the white truck of a moving company parked in front of the house next to his — watching with curious eyes to see who was moving in just to see you struggling to carry your moving boxes into the house.

★Single Dad!Sunghoon who , per request of his 5 year old Daughter , went out of his house along with his daughter — introducing himself as your neighbor and offering to help you move in.

★Single Dad!Sunghoon who thought you looked really pretty — so young yet so mature , it was quite a shock for him when he found out that you were 20 years old. He couldn't help but feel amused to see your shocked expression when he revealed that he was 28 and that Haerin was not his little sister like you had originally thought , but in fact his daughter.

★Single Dad!Sunghoon who started to feel attracted towards you , almost chatting everyday with you whenever he saw you outside of your house — be it from coming from work , going to work, coming back from groceries or just getting your mail or trash out.

★Single Dad!Sunghoon who had an emergency once during the night and rang your doorbell with a half asleep Haerin in his arms ,trying his best not to stare at your body too much as you opened the door only wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt , snapping himself out of his thoughts and asking if Haerin could stay at your place during the night since it was a really important emergency — his mother got into an accident and had to get sent to the hospital.

★Single Dad!Sunghoon who came to pick up Haerin the next day, knocking at your door with a bouquet in his hands as a Thank you for letting her stay for the night — a surprised expression on his face when you told him that he didn't have to rush since you brought Haerin to the kindergarten already. You didn't have his number so you couldn't text or call him to inform him , leaving a note by his door that he didn't see.

★Single Dad!Sunghoon who had a charming smile on his face when you invited him inside , offering that he could eat breakfast with you since he just came back from the Hospital and probably wouldn't have time to cook himself something to eat before going to work.

★Single Dad!Sunghoon whose attraction towards you only grew bigger and bigger to a point where he realized that he was catching feelings for you , but he was worried. You obviously seemed to have a thing for him , but what worried him was that you might feel weird with the age gap or the fact that he was a Father.

★Single Dad!Sunghoon who couldn't help himself but make you flustered in any possible way — rolling his sleeves up to his elbows to show off his veins , loosening his tie in front of you , purposely leaving the first couple buttons of his white dress shirt unbuttoned to give you a silver of his chest , working out shirtless in the garden when he knows you're watching, anything.

★Single Dad!Sunghoon who had invited you over to his house a couple of times just to hang out and chat , sometimes even having a glass of wine together. A warm feeling spreading in his chest whenever he watched you play with Haerin , you'd make such a good mother for her , a better one than her biological mom — plus , Haerin likes you. That was a huge plus to him because it was important to him that his daughter liked the Woman who could potentially be his new lover.

★Single Dad!Sunghoon who wanted some alone time with you so he purposely invited you over to his house while Haerin was staying over at his Parents' House , saying that he felt lonely and wanted some company.

"Does it not bother your Wife that you constantly hang out with me..? Especially now that we're alone", your question made him chuckle softly as he poured you a glass of wine, the red liquid dancing in the glass as he handed it over to you. Of course , you didn't know that he wasn't married , he never shared anything of his love life — when you had once asked where Haerin's mother was, he just said that she was far away , which wasn't a lie. "I'm not married (Y/n) , I never was. I don't have a wife or girlfriend", he felt the way your eyes followed his movements as he sat down next to you on his couch. His record player was scratching a artic monkey vinyl in the background , the volume of it was quiet was not too quiet , just enough to fill any possible silence.

"What about Haerin's mother? I'm sorry if that's too personal , you don't have to answer , I'm just curious", he sighed a little , leaning back into the couch as he lifted his glass of wine up to his lips, the rich flavor of his expensive wine caressing his taste buds. "It's not too personal sweetheart , don't you worry about that. I just don't like talking about that minx. Her and I have not been in contact for years , I cut her out of our life. To make it short ; She baby trapped me and left as soon as Haerin turned one year old , saying that being a Mother was too much for her despite rarely doing anything for my child. She also had an affair with one of my former friends , they ran away together. Haerin's biological mom isn't in the picture anymore , it's just Haerin and me", Sunghoon explained , setting the glass of wine back on the coffee table, his eyes roaming your figure.

You looked pretty in casual clothing , no scratch that , you looked pretty in anything but the fact that you felt comfortable enough to sit next to him wearing something as casual and comfy as sweatpants and a shirt made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Most people would dress more prepped up if they'd go to their neighbors' house to leave a good impression , but you didn't and he liked that. "I see... well that's her loss. I'd be ripping my hair out if I were her, she lost a fine looking men", he chuckled softly at your choice of words , manspreading slightly as he made himself more comfortable on his couch. He reached his hand out to you , his finger tips grazing your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear — there it was again , that sexual tension between the two of you that only seemed to grow thicker , thick with desire and lust.

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His calloused hands were caressing your skin as he had them under your shirt , his plump lips sensually moving with yours , the kiss so hot and dizzying. Your thighs were straddling his as you sat on his lap, running your hands through his hair as he pulled you closer to him , your chest pressed up against his. The taste of wine was faint on his lips , a warm feeling spreading through your body as his tongue licked your bottom lip before sliding past your parted lips , a soft groan coming from him when his tongue came in contact with yours.

A wet feeling made itself present between your legs , your folds so wet that they were sticking to the fabric of your underwear which made you shift on his lap, feeling uncomfortable with the sticky sensation. "What's wrong..?", Sunghoon asked huskily , half lidded eyes looking up to you while he rubbed his thumb into you hip, taking notice of the way you were shifting uncomfortably on his lap. He knew why , he just wanted to hear it, the way you were shifting your hips gave it away. "Nothing..", you mumbled , leaning back in to kiss him again but he placed a finger on top of your lips, stopping you from coming into contact with his. "How cute.. getting so wet from just kissing. That's hot , your body is so sensitive and reactive to all my touching and kissing. How much experience do you have..?", Sunghoon mused , tilting his head slightly as his calloused hand moved to your back , the hem of your shirt lifting up a little due to the movement — a shiver running down your spine as he slowly dragged the tip of his finger up and down along your spine, hooking a finger under the strap of your bra just to let it snap back against your skin.

"I've only slept with two guys in college ...but it wasn't good", his eyebrow raised slightly as he listened to you , humming slightly before he licked his lips. "They didn't make you cum , hm?", he guessed , grinning slightly when you timidly nodded. "Of course they didn't... they're just young boys who don't know how to treat a woman's body.. I could show you what you have been missing out on? All the pleasure you want ... all the orgasms you want..", his hair was tickling your skin as he leaned his head into the crook of your neck , his warm lips trailing open mouthed kisses along your skin , his fangs grazing your skin gently. Your breath hitched , leaning your head a little back to give him more access. "Is that what you want..? Want me to show you what you've been missing out on? Show you how your body is supposed to get treated Princess..?", his words were almost taunting you , fueling your desires even further. "Yes please...". "Good girl... tell me what you want".

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Your head was thrown back into the couch , pathetic little moans and whimpers falling from your lips , fingers tangled in Sunghoon's raven black locks — his tongue flattening against your clit before he swirled the tip of his tongue around the little bud , the veins on his hands popping out slightly as he kept a firm grasp on your thighs. So this is what it felt like , to get pleasure from a real men , a real men who knew what he was doing. A deep moan came from him when you pulled on his hair , it was painful yet pleasurable, his moan sending vibrations against your clit.

He looked up to you from between the strands of his hair , the view he was met with sending his blood rushing down to his already hard cock. You tasted to sweet on his tongue , your body reacting in such a cute way as it received proper pleasure for the first time — his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs to keep you in place. "Stop trying to run away Sweetheart..", he mumbled , moving your thighs to rest on his shoulders , making you slide down the couch a little. He was kneeled down between your legs , slightly rutting his hard cock against the bottom of the couch to relief the ache he was feeling. He so badly wanted to fuck your brains out, but he'll safe that for another time — for now , he'll just give you a taste of what he can do.

" It's too much..", you were overwhelmed with the way he moved his tongue experimentally , he knew what he was doing and it was showing. Upon hearing your words, he slowed down his tongue , slowly dragging the wet muscle against your clit , sucking on it gently before he sped his tongue up again , drawing little shapes on your sensitive clit. He knew by the way you were starting to pull on his hair harder , the way your hips bucked up into his face , the way your thighs closed around his head — almost suffocating him , that you were close to climaxing. With one last flick of his tongue , you let out a pathetic cry , your thighs squeezing his head as waves of pleasure came crashing down on you. "Tastes so sweet Princess..", Sunghoon mumbled as he licked your slick away , collecting every single drop of it before he detached himself from your sweet little cunt.

His cheeks were flushed from the lack of air , his chin and lips glistening in both his spit and your slick — his hand reaching up to your face to brush your hair out of it. "I'd fuck your brains out but I'll safe that for another time.. let's get you cleaned up Sweetheart."

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𝓻𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ... ( 성훈 ) : HIM ⋆ AS YOUR BODYGUARD

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📷 ୨୧ 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 . . . 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽! 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 ⸝⸝ 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾, 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾? ...

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BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

was the only one who's capable to drives you insane by wearing his stupid poker face for 24/7!

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

who's colder than ice! Whenever you try to make him laugh with stupid jokes and silly faces, he would just simply brushes it off while keeping a straight face. Worst of all, you're ignored.

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

is extremely possessive—more likely, he is over cautious to the point that he'll keep an eye on you wherever you go, even in your own bathroom including the public! ( totally no but he'd stated it ). If you took more than 30 seconds, he may just barge in.

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

who's annoyingly strict. He'll keep you away from anyone, except your parents. And this includes your friends. 

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

is the person who never gets tired of your childish behavior begging him for permission to let you go to a club, a bar or a friend's party. 

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

whom you can tell is a professional just by how he snatches and swings his gun from the back pocket of his slack before firing it at the target while practicing, and of course, when he promptly catches you by grasping your waist at the day you almost slip in your bathroom. 

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

who makes you fall for him, perhaps a little too much. How could you not when his hot figure sticks with you, following you around all day?! a black button-up suit that tightens around his broad chest, exposing every curve of it? His dark smooth slicked back hair with his prominent brows. you'll undoubtedly get lost in it. His powerful, defined 90-degree shoulders and, even hotter, his stunning moles. The way it perfectly stoods up his well-crafted features.

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

who gets hot and uncomfortable as a pink hue creeps across his face every time you wear something revealing : skimpy, short and backless clothing that will surely expose every tiny skin those thin material failed to hide. Your delicate skin will be fully displayed by the vibrant color, showcasing every curve of your body.

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

who puts extra care of you without you knowing it. He often treats you sweetly which he does most at the night because he doesn't have to worry about people seeing it. Or you. He usually does things like put your blanket on if he's sure you're asleep, cups your forehead silently, and secretly wished you a goodnight. "Sweet dreams, sweetheart."

BODYGUARD! SUNGHOON

who's secretly in love with you. In fact, he was the one who fell first the moment his eyes laid on you. He fell in love with you at his first sight and has tried to shake the feeling off but he just can't. He kept the secret to himself, but it seems that you might have figured it out.

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⟡ LOVELY DEFENDER! ㅗ ... re : him on your period.

( 𝓢 ) . INTRODUCE : 성훈 ⊹ 𝓇𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍 𓈒𓈒 𝗂𝗈𝗇. 614. when! he loves you more, when he loves you extra, more than anything else . but . . . how ?

☕ pairs, bf! sunghoon x gf! reader. genre: fluff ✦ warnings: hugging? sunghoon's sweetness !

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Sunghoon notices your anxiety and fear over having your period and immediately goes into protective mode. He'd quickly take a seat next to you and hold you tight, his hand lightly stroking up and down your back. His warmth was calming, but a strong sense of concern lingered.

He looks at you with eyes filled with a mix of worry and affection, longing to make you feel comfortable and safe. His voice was soft and soothing as he asked whether you're okay or if you need anything to help you relax during the day. His protective attitude is clearly visible when he leans in closer to you and tangles his hand in yours, as if he were a shield, protecting you from anything that might be hurting you. 

Sunghoon will shower you with more tenderness and soothing affection. He gently tugs your hair back and throws you a reassuring smile as if to say, "You'll be fine." His eyes were filled with love and understanding as he spoke softly, telling you that it was a normal part of being a woman and that you'd get used to it over time.

He completely understands that you're experiencing this, which may be the source of your fear and uncertainty. So, he will remind you that you are not alone in this experience and that he will always be there for you to support you no matter what. He would encourage you by saying sweet, positive words like, "I trust that you'll handle this. Cause you are the bravest and strongest person I've ever known." 

Sunghoon is the type of person who appears to be really supportive and caring. He understands that periods are normal and natural, but everyone experiences them differently. He tries to use whatever logical understanding and knowledge he finds suitable to help you get through this new experience.

He may search for anything related to your conditions on Google and share some facts or information to help you understand what exactly is happening to your body. He asked, "How are you feeling? Do you feel any pain or cramps? How heavy is the bleeding?" in order to have a better idea of what you're going through. He'd offer you some advice or tips he found on how to manage the symptoms and make them as stress-free as possible.

Sunghoon will surprise you with your favorite chocolates or snacks, which might help to balance out your mood. He'll go to the store right away and get you the necessary items, such as pads, tampons, pain relievers, and a heating pad.

He'll offer to put on a movie after asking you which one you'd prefer, in an attempt to bring relief and distract your thoughts from the cramps. And not to forget, he'll appear with a warm blanket from the bedroom. He'll occasionally check in on you to see how you are doing. He'll give you a loving hug, saying, "You're doing great."

Sunghoon will ignore anything that stimulates or triggers you. He will avoid asking you negative questions that may create mood swings. He'll be patient and won't take anything personally when you lose your cool.

He'll try his best to keep the situation from becoming too complicated. He knew you were being unfair, but he could have never told you. When you tell him you're tired and shoo him away, he will respect your space. He believes that it is a typical part of the experience and won't take offense. He'll leave you some notes or a gif in your room as a form of his gesture and appreciation, saying, "Take care, sweetheart! Just know that I will always be here for you." 

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李 ｡｡ I HATE YOU, BUT I LOVE YOU ─ he worried you.

𝓢 . 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁! 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖾

희승 ⟡ 𝒽𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 . . . 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ⋆ 241 ( 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 + 𝗁𝖾𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ) ৎ 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 . 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

백합 ! first hee fic based on enha's current situation.

𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀

"what? new album? soon after releasing one weeks ago?" You look at him in disbelief, your brows barely touching. A small 'clack' sound could be heard soon as you placed the plate full of pancakes right across you.

"Uh-hmm," he hums, head still buried deep between his arms he gently rested on the table. It was your boyfriend, Lee Heeseung. The eldest member of South Korea's well-known boy band, Enhypen.

"We've confirmed it." He says, finally looking up at you, his gaze finding yours. A strong conclusion immediately struck upon you like a tidal wave and it hurts. It hurts you so bad to watch him like this.

A deep exhaustion that's clearly visible stuck all over his normally bright and warm face.

You love him so much it kills to know that he's working terribly hard but still gets to flash you a loving smile despite the huge burden he carries. 

You push your thoughts aside as you startle him by wrapping your arms around him, tightening the grip, and nuzzling your face deeper in the crook of his neck. Your eyes begin to blur as you feel hot tears drop like a tiny droplet, one by one. You don't bother asking him any further questions nor providing any explanation. 

All you're able to do is muster a single phrase saying, 

"I hate you."

He lowers his head on top of yours, his soft hair rustling. 

"But I love you."

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( 成训 ) SINS OF LOVE : 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆

𝒮 . . . 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆

백합 ! 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌!

박성훈 ⋆ 𝓈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 + 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 434 ୨୧ 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 . 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

"IT'S IMPOSSIBLE, ISN'T IT?"

Sunghoon's heart sank 1000 meters to the ground as the word "I want a divorce" left your mouth. He shook his head, trying to understand what you had just said.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asks as he rushes to you, holding you close and burying his face in the crook of your neck, tears welling in his eyes. He hugs you really tight, as if he's scared that you'll leave his life.

Not after all. Not after all of the bittersweet events you've faced in your life that had long passed in the time you've spent together.

"This is a joke, right?" he asks. Even though he knew that now, it was true, it's genuine. A painful reality that he must face. "Tell me this is fake," he insists, swaying you along while still hugging you.

Tears begin to trickle down his cheeks, staining everything from your neck to collar. "Tell me that all of this was just some sort of joke."

"hmm?" He half-whisper, and his voice breaks. "Tell me that all of this… isn't real."

"Right?…baby?" He looks you in the eyes── and soon, a painful and hurtful sight appears in front of you.

The way he clung to you as if you were his only one, as if you were his last chance at life. His eyes were filled with trust and hurt. "What did I do wrong?" He lowered his knees to the floor as the word "I'm sorry" left his lips repeatedly like a mantra.

"Honey?…please…?" Tears streamed down his cheeks like a heavy wave, almost drenching the floor underneath. "Where did it goes wrong?" he remained silent, his head bowed for a moment, before asking, "Does our relationship not worth saving?"

"Is this what you really want? to discard me── no…"

He swallowed hard before raising his gaze to meet yours.

"To discard us? After evrything?"

His tear-stained gaze searched your face, hoping to find a sign that you might change your mind and give him another chance, another hope. Still, it was all in veins…

He's hurt, deeply.

"How about our past? How about the memories we've shared? What about all the fantasies we had? What about the dreams we once planned? What about all the hopes we dreamt for our future? What about ─"

"Our love?"

Waves of grief wash over him once more, elicting a defeated sob to ring across the room.

"i don't understand…"

"just before…"

"We're okay, we're fine, and we're happy…right?"

"Tell me, we're still all of it…"

He fastened his gaze on yours, a broken smile gently forming on his lips.

"Hmm?"

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( 희승 ) ✧ "SHOOT HE'S LOOKING AT ME. RIGHT AT ME"

( 𝓢 ) 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁! 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀

백합 ! 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 >< 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈

𝒽𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ღ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 ʚɞ 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈 ⟡ 318 . . . 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 . 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

You were just about to enjoy your most-waited meal at this some old-fashioned restaurant when you noticed three figures walking directly to the table across you.

At first, you simply ignore it, assuming it was just some people wanting to dine in. But as you look up to them, your heart abruptly skips a beat. At the slightest moment, you knew that

You're just enchanted by the guy from across you who seems busy scrolling through his phone. His features,

Thick, dark, and well-defined brows that are perfectly arched, highlighting a rugged of handsomness to his already captivating features, The bright light from the room reflects off the lenses he wore, making his eyes appear more magnified and alluring, his messy hair that fits perfectly to his overall effortless and edgy look, and how he make even the most ordinary jersey looks cool and fashionable.

He's the most breathtaking and ethereal person you've set your eyes on for your entire lifetime.

As you were busy daydreaming about how charming he looks, completely lost in your own little fantasy of admiration for him, he abruptly took you by surprise when he lifts his gaze from his phone and stare right into your eyes.

"shoot"

your breath hitches in your throat and you felt your world shattered soon as he caught you red-handed, staring at him like some sort of psycho or a madwoman but, it didn't last for even the slightest second when

His gaze bore into yours.

"He's looking at me. Right at me."

And a small smile curves at the corner of his lips.

Time seems to slow down and it feels like the world around you has faded away, leaving only the two of you in your own world. In the midst of the intense magical moment, your eyes suddenly slides down to where his palm are held up open.

And there it's written,

"Lee heeseung"

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( 이희승 ) ━━ ❝𝖶𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖣 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖦𝖨𝖵𝖤 𝖬𝖤 𝖠 𝖯𝖠𝖳 𝖳𝖮𝖮?❞

꒰ 𝓢 ꒱ 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁! 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗍

백합 ★ 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖼𝗌 𝗂 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 >3<

𝒽𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗑 𝒻𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄. 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗄𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 ( 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 ) 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗈, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ⟡ 273 . . .

𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 . 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾

"Ahahahahahaha, oh my babe, you're so funny."

He shuts his eyes tight while slowly leans back against the couch you were both sitting on, indicating that the question you had just asked seconds before was far too entertaining for him. 

"like very, very funny." 

You glance at him in puzzlement, rolling your lenses 360 degrees. "shut up."

With a pout on your lips, you throw both arms around yourself and move your figure away to the opposite direction from him. 

Your shift made Heeseung realize that you were genuinely upset, so he instantly decided to calm himself down.

"H-ha..." but he still managed to let out a small pant, apparently drained from the huge laughter he'd burst earlier. 

"Is it too weird?" You mumbled, still not getting over how he mistook your earlier request as a joke.

"Baby," he calls you lovingly, raising his back from the cushion and extends a hand over his left side to support his weight.

But you remained silent, clearly hurt by his previous action, which caused him to let out a long sigh before finally saying, 

"What the princess wants, the princess gets." 

Frustrated and confused, you manage to toss him a short issue,

"Lee Heeseung, what are──,"

but before you could even finish it, you felt his smooth right palm have been placed on the crown of your head, and as quickly as it happened, your eyes widened in surprise, and you felt your cheeks grew hotter with each passing time as a deep rosy hue spread all across your features. Before you could even protest anything, he spoke, 

"Would you give me a pat too?"

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park sunghoon; to the moon, never back.

,pairing: park sunghoon x reader

genre: fluff, drabble

synopsis: another night under the moonlight, with your lover.

trigger warning(s): n/a

word count: 0.6k words

a/n: wrote this while i was feeling under the weather yesterday, finished it tday. rlly love how it turned out ^^

~~

[11:50 PM]

his chest rises and falls, the sound of his heartbeat was calming, peaceful. he soothed his fingers through your hair as he hummed along to your favorite song. his other hand in yours, you fiddled with it, admiring his pretty hand.

it was quiet, but no words were needed to be said because at that moment, the only thing that was needed was the presence of each other.

with the sound of his hums, breaths, heartbeats and his fingers calmly running through your hair, it slowly lulled you to sleep. eyes becoming heavy as every minute passed by.

looking at your figure, he saw that you were asleep and smiled to himself. unaware that you were only lightly asleep, he kissed your head. the sudden action woke you up.

moving your head to look up at him confused, he then let out a little laugh, pausing from soothing your hair and rested his hand on top of your head. "im sorry, i didn't mean to wake you up" he said smiling, almost whispering, looking down at you, placing another kiss softly on your forehead.

you smiled in response, eyes still droopy.

the only source of light into the room was from your window. the moonlight reflecting on his face, he looks so unreal. his glowing eyes, tall nose, his perfect lips. everything about him drove you crazy.

you laid on his chest, staring up at him for a while. admiring his perfect features and anatomy, you could look at him all night and day. how did you get such a pretty boy for a boyfriend?

staring right back at you, he thought your sleepy face was the cutest thing he's ever seen, smiling to himself.

"baby?" he said, distracting your thoughts "you okay?"

"yeah"

"you sure? you look like you zoned out on me" he said chuckling.

"i wasn't zoned out, you're just... really pretty" you said, looking away from his face, trying to prevent him from seeing your flustered cheeks after confessing.

he laughed, looking at you in your embarrassed state. he didn't think he could possibly find you anymore cuter.

his hand lifted from holding yours and cupped your face, lifting it to make you look up at him as he caressed it gently. right then and there, he paused. admiring your features. he then kissed your forehead again, and then your eyebrow, your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your rosy cheeks, and then your lips.

you giggled at the tickling sensation. "how did i get such an adorable girl for a girlfriend, hm?" he giggled along.

"i love you." you said underneath your breath, his face slowly rested from smiling so hard to admiring you. "so much"

"i love you more" he replied

"i love you to the moon and back" you said inching closer to his face with a cheeky facial expression when he then also leaned in and kissed you.

this time it wasn't just a peck, it was passionate, slow, it felt heavenly even.

the kiss lasted a while before he pulled away. "i love you," he said, stroking your hair gently, looking at you with his eyes that seemed to be glowing, holding millions of stars behind them, just because he was looking at you. he continued, "to the moon, never back."

you laughed, "what does that even mean?"

"to the moon and back is too short of a distance to reciprocate how much i love you. i love you so much, to no ends."

you smiled, feeling emotional but not wanting to cry because you'd only end up with swollen eyes by the time the sun rises, he realizes and chuckles underneath his breath, moving his body to face you, hugging you even closer as if you two weren't already close enough.

"lets get to sleep, hm?" he whispered while patting your back.

oh how much you love this boy. you could literally bring him the moon if he asked you to.

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park jongseong; winter stargazing, with you.

pairing: park jay x reader, park jongseong x reader, jay park x reader

genre: FLUFF, drabble (lowkey?)

synopsis: late night winter stargazing with your boyfriend.

trigger warning(s): n/a

word count: 0.8k words

a/n: wrote this after daydreaming about doing this with a significant other TT. not proof read! (playlist recommended!)

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[01:24 AM]

you both have always loved stargazing, laying on the grass, looking up into the skies filled with bright planets, millions of stars above your heads, sometimes even spotting shooting stars.

nights like these are when you both would just lay there, late at night looking up at the stars in the comfort of each other's arms in your backyard, just talking and laughing about the most random things.

stargazing was a thing between you two even before you had started dating. his confession, your first kiss, your most emotional, memorable moments with him, all under the stars.

winter came by, and so did the snow and cold atmosphere. clearing the skies making it easier to spot the stars.

here you were, laying on the snow with all the thick clothing he insisted you guys wear before leaving the house, making sure you wore thick wool socks, made sure to pack your heat packs and fluffy earmuffs and hot rose tea, secured in metal bottles because he knew that it was your favorite.

since he felt like you would get a better view at the park, plus, winter was both you and jay's favorite weather. so you made your way out in the middle of the night.

you were glad that he prepared everything so throughly because laying on the snow in the middle of winter couldn't be any more comfortable.

you both were quiet, laying on his arm staring into the skies. you could get lost just looking up, the sky was so big it made you feel so open and free, anywhere you looked were stars appearing and disappearing again. it felt like forever.

you looked up to look at your boyfriend. he looked mesmerizing under the moonlight. thats what you loved about winter, the cold air, the thick clothing, the snow, the cafe dates, late night stargazing, and him.

feeling your gaze, he looked down at you. "what's wrong?" he asked smiling, staring back at you. "nothing" you replied. "then what are you doing?" "im stargazing"

he laughed, leaning in to place a soft peck on your forehead. "no you're not, the stars are up there, baby"

you gave him a soft smile, his eyes felt like forever, it felt even bigger than the sky you were under, his eyes were glimmering with love. his scent, his presence and everything about him gave you comfort that no one else in this universe could provide you with.

he realized what you were doing. you did this often, which was getting lost in your daydreams, thoughts. he hadn't grown used to you just staring at him and overall just admiring him and his features, it always made him shy. but he stared back, with the same smile that never left his face.

you both didn't realize how close your faces were unconsciously inching towards each other until your noses touched. which made him smile, sending wrinkles to his eyes which you loved so much about him. you loved everything about him.

he then closed the gap between your lips, sending the both of you into a passionate, slow kiss.

it felt perfect, it felt surreal.

running out of breath, you lightly hit his chest and detached your lips from his. he watched you quickly sit up as an idea popped up in your head.

you then stood up, pulling him by his arm for him to do the same. "come on let's build a snowman!" you said, making him laugh. to him, you were cute, you always were with anything you were doing. in his eyes, you were perfect.

you pulled his arm and began running to a good spot.

you two were just building tiny snowmen and laughing at how you were miserably failing at balancing them, and of course naming them one by one.

after a while, you decided that you were done building your snowmen and decided to do something else.

jay then felt something being thrown on his back. looking back, he saw you cheekily laughing at him

knowing exactly what his reaction would be, you began slowly walking back while laughing.

he chuckled, "alright, you asked for it!" he stood up and began running towards you.

you began waddling away. because of the thick snow, it made it hard to run any faster. it didnt take jay long to catch up to you, he lifted you up from the back and spun you around. "put me down!"

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time was lost as you two were running around throwing snowballs at each other. it was going to soon approach sunrise in three hours yet it didnt bother you both.

it felt as if there was not a care in this world and the only thing that mattered was each other.

winter stargazing, building snowmen, snowball fights and kissing under the stars. it's always nights like this that made your core memories. and this was surely going to be one of your favorite memories.

winter stargazing, with him.

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── ❝ ꒰ 𝒯𝐻𝐸𝑌 𝑆𝐴𝑌 𝑆𝑂𝑀𝐸𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐻𝑈𝑅𝑇𝐹𝑈𝐿 𝐷𝑈𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝑁 𝒜𝑅𝐺𝑈𝑀𝐸𝑁𝑇 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 엔하이픈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

GENRE ៸៸ angst ៸ hyung line ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which they hurt your feelings during an argument .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1-2k per member ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not edited ៸ arguing ៸ pet names ៸ they say mean things to yn:c ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — i can’t write a fic under 1k for the life of me this is like 4k all together LOL.. 𖥔 ݁˖ maknae line !

୨୧ ‎이희승 ── 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

you and heeseung had been having a rough week. he had been busy with schedules, and you were busy drowning in your own work, leaving little time for the two of you to really connect.

when you finally had a day off together, you hoped it would be a chance to spend some long awaited quality time together, but it didn't go as planned.

you had been cooking dinner, trying to do something special to lighten the dull mood between you both, but heeseung was glued to his phone, responding to messages and scrolling through social media, barely sparing you a glance.

you tried to ignore it, reminding yourself that he was probably tired, but when you asked him if he could help set the table and he barely looked up, muttering something dismissive, frustration bubbled up inside you.

“heeseung, can we talk for a second?” you asked, trying to keep your voice calm.

“about what?” he sighed, still not fully putting his attention on you.

“about us,” you said quietly, putting down the wooden spoon you had been stirring with. ─── 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙐𝙏 !

“i feel like… like you haven’t been here with me lately. i know you're busy, but it feels like whenever we do have time together, you’re distant. like i’m the only one trying.”

that finally got his attention. he placed his phone down, but his expression was tired and frustrated.

“what are you talking about? i’m here, aren’t i? i’m sitting right here.”

“that’s not what i mean and you know it,” you said, hurt creeping into your voice. “i just… i miss you, heeseung. it feels like i’m always the one reaching out, trying to keep us connected, and you’re just… i don’t know, drifting away.”

heeseung rubbed his temples, the stress of the week weighing on him. he wasn’t in the mood to talk about emotions right now, especially when he felt like he was already giving everything he could.

“y/n, can you like..not do this right now? i’ve had a long day, and i don’t have the energy for this.”

your heart clenched at his dismissive tone. “this isn’t just about today, though,” you pressed gently.

“it’s been building up for a while now. i just… i need to know that you still care, that you still want this as much as i do.”

heeseung stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. he could feel the pressure building up inside him, and in a moment of frustration, he snapped.

“you’re so clingy! i can’t breathe without you wanting something from me. can’t you just leave me alone for once?”

the words had cut deep, freezing you in place. you stood there, staring at him, disbelief and hurt flashing across your face. you felt the sting of tears welling up, but you swallowed them down, refusing to let them fall in front of him.

“clingy?” you repeated softly, more to yourself than to him. you took a step back, your hands falling to your sides, trembling. “i… i didn’t know you felt that way.”

heeseung’s anger disappeared the moment he saw the look on your face. the realization of what he had just said hit him like a ton of bricks.

he hadn’t meant it. not at all. he was just frustrated and overwhelmed, but that didn’t excuse the fact that he had just hurt the person he loved most. “y/n, wait—”

but you were already turning away, your shoulders hunched as you walked out of the tension filled kitchen.

he heard the soft click of the bedroom door closing behind you, and the silence that followed was suffocating.

heeseung stood there, frozen for a moment, his heart pounding with regret. he pushed a hand through his hair, cursing himself under his breath. how could he have said something so cruel and mean to you? you were just trying to talk, trying to reach out to him, and he had shut you down in the worst way possible.

after pacing back and forth in the living room for what felt like forever, heeseung couldn’t take it anymore. he needed to fix this. he couldn’t let the argument hang in the air between you both like a dark cloud.

he approached the bedroom door hesitantly and knocked softly. “y/n?” he called out gently, but there was no response.

he tried again, this time opening the door just a crack. he saw you lying on the bed, your back to the door, curled up tightly in the blankets piled on top of you.

his chest ached in complete and utter regret seeing you like this, knowing that he was the reason for your pain. slowly, he walked into the room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. for a moment, he just sat there, unsure of how to begin. the words felt heavy in his throat, but he knew he had to say them.

“y/n,” he whispered softly, his voice thick with emotion. “i’m so sorry.” he waited for a response, but when none came, he continued.

“i didn’t mean what i said. you’re not clingy, and you don’t suffocate me. i was just… i don’t know. i’ve been feeling overwhelmed lately, but that’s no excuse to take it out on you.”

he reached out, hesitating for a second before gently placing his hand on your arm. “please, can we talk? i know i hurt you, and i’ll do anything to make it right. i love you so much, and i hate that i made you feel this way.”

you remained quiet for a few moments, your back still turned to him. heeseung’s heart pounded in his chest as he waited, afraid that you might not forgive him.

but then, slowly, you turned around to face him. your eyes were red and puffy from crying, and the sight made his heart twist with guilt.

“you really hurt me this time, heeseung,” you said quietly, your voice trembling.

“i wasn’t trying to be clingy. i was just trying to tell you how i felt.”

“i know, baby..” he said softly, scooting closer to you on the bed. “and i’m so sorry. you didn’t deserve that. i should’ve listened to you instead of shutting you out. i love you, y/n, and i want to be better for you.”

you looked at him for a long moment, searching his eyes for sincerity. finally, you let out a small sigh and nodded, though the hurt was still lingering in your eyes.

“i just need you to be more present with me,” you whispered. “i don’t need grand gestures, just… your attention, and your time.”

heeseung reached out and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. “i promise,” he murmured into your hair.

“i’ll do better. i’ll make more time for us. you’re the most important thing to me, and i don’t want you to ever feel like you have to fight for my attention. i’m here, y/n. i love you.”

as he held you in his arms, you could feel the sincerity in his words. the hurt was still there—no doubt, but the warmth of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart against yours slowly began to soothe the ache of the pain.

you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. “i love you too, heeseung,” you whispered, the words muffled but heartfelt.

the two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other. the argument was still fresh, but the love between you both was stronger. heeseung gently stroked your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead as he whispered promises to never take you for granted again. it wasn’t a perfect fix, but it was the first step toward healing.

୨୧ ‎박종성 ── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

you and jay didn’t argue often. he was usually always calm, collected, and understanding, but everyone has their breaking points, and tonight, jay unfortunately reached his. it started with something small—just a simple misunderstanding, but it quickly spiraled into a full-blown argument.

you had been frustrated about him coming home late for the third night in a row without letting you know. you didn’t mind that he was busy, you just wanted him to communicate with you. but he didn’t see it that way.

“you never tell me when you’re going to be late, jay,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, though frustration couldn’t help but seep through.

“it feels like you don’t care enough to even send a message.”

jay let out a tired sigh, tossing his jacket onto the couch. he had been running on very little to few hours of sleep for the past few days, and the last thing he needed was an argument with you. “i’ve been busy, y/n. it’s not that deep. i’m doing my best, okay?”

“your best?” you echoed, your heart tightening. “i’m really not asking for much, jay. just a simple text so i’m not left wondering when you’ll come home. i’m tired of feeling like i’m the last priority.”

jay’s patience was wearing thin. he felt like no matter what he did, it wasn’t enough. “you’re overreacting,” he snapped, his voice sharp.

“you act like i’m purposely ignoring you. maybe i don’t text because i don’t want to deal with this constant nagging every time i’m a little late.”

your breath caught in your throat at the word "nagging." it was like a slap to the face. you stood there, stunned, the hurt quickly welling up inside of you.

“nagging?” you repeated quietly. “that’s how you see it?”

jay realized his mistake the moment the words left his mouth. he hadn’t meant to use that word. he knew it wasn’t fair to you, especially when all you wanted was a little consideration.

but it was too late. he saw the pain in your eyes as you turned away from him, trying to hide the tears that had started to form.

“y/n, wait—” jay stepped forward, reaching out to you, but you shook your head, holding up a hand to stop him.

“no,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “i just need some space right now, okay?”

you walked away, leaving him standing alone in the living room, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. jay ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt mixing together.

he hadn’t meant any of it. he knew you weren’t nagging—you were just asking for something simple. he had let his exhaustion and frustration get the best of him, and now he had hurt you.

jay paced in the living room for a few minutes, replaying the argument in his mind. every second that passed only made him feel worse.

how could he have let it escalate like that? you didn’t deserve to feel like you were nagging him just for asking for basic communication.

finally, after giving you some time to cool off, jay decided he couldn’t let the night end like this. he knocked gently on the bedroom door before slowly opening it.

you were sitting on the edge of the bed, your face buried in your hands. his heart broke seeing you like that.

“y/n, honey..” he said softly, stepping into the room. “can i come in?”

you didn’t respond, but you didn’t tell him to leave either, so he took that as a sign to approach. he sat down beside you hesitantly, keeping a respectful distance, not wanting to invade your space.

“i’m sorry,” he said, his voice sincere and filled with regret. “i shouldn’t have said what i did. you’re not nagging me. you’re just asking for something simple, and i failed to see that because i was too caught up in my own stress. it wasn’t fair to you.”

you stayed silent for a moment before finally lifting your head to look at him. your eyes were red from crying, and the sight only made jay feel worse.

“i wasn’t trying to make your life harder,” you said quietly. “i just wanted to know that you care enough to let me know when you’re going to be late. i didn’t think that would be too much to ask.”

“it’s not honey, you were right..” jay agreed, his heart heavy with guilt. “it’s not too much at all. i’ve been so caught up in everything else that i lost sight of what really matters—you. i promise i’ll do better. i’ll text you, i’ll communicate more, and i’ll make sure you never feel like an afterthought again. i’m so sorry for making you feel like i didn’t care.”

you could hear the sincerity in his voice, and though the hurt was still there, you could see that he truly regretted his words. you took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

“i just need you to be more present with me,” you said. “that’s all i ask.”

jay reached out hesitantly, gently taking your hand in his. “i promise,” he said softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“i’ll be more present. you mean everything to me, y/n. i love you, and i never want to make you feel like this again.”

you looked into his eyes and saw the honesty there. the warmth of his hand holding yours helped soothe some of the hurt, and though it would take time to fully heal and get over his hurtful words, you knew jay was committed to making things right.

“i love you too,” you whispered, leaning into him. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “thank you for listening.”

“always,” he murmured, holding you tightly against him. “i’ll always listen. i promise.”

୨୧ ‎심재윤 ── 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌

jake had always been your rock—kind, supportive, and gentle. but even the most patient people had their moments, and tonight was one of those rare nights where the tension between you two came to a head.

the argument started because of miscommunication. jake had promised to join you for a special dinner you’d planned, but he ended up canceling last minute due to a last-minute meeting.

you understood that his schedule was most of the time unpredictable, but this was the third time this month, and you just couldn’t help but feel neglected.

“i just wish you’d let me know earlier,” you said, trying to stay calm, though frustration was evident in your voice. “i spent the whole day preparing for tonight, and now you’re telling me last minute that you can’t make it?”

jake sighed, running a hand through his hair. he was exhausted from the long day he went though and simply didn’t have the energy for an argument.

“i told you, y/n, it wasn’t in my control. my schedule changed, and i didn’t know until the last minute. it’s not like i wanted to cancel.”

“i’m not saying you wanted to,” you replied, feeling your own patience starting to thin. “but it feels like i’m the one who’s always adjusting for you. you don’t even try to make it up to me afterward. it’s like my efforts don’t matter.”

that hit a nerve. jake had been stretched thin lately, trying to juggle everything, and the idea that you thought he didn’t care about your efforts made him snap.

“do you have any idea how hard i’m trying to balance everything?” he snapped, his voice harsher than he intended.

“it’s not like i’m just sitting around doing nothing. maybe you need to stop being so needy all the time. not everything revolves around you.”

the second those words left his mouth, jake instantly regretted them. he watched as your face fell, your expression crumpling as you processed what he just said. you took a step back, hurt and disbelief written all over your face.

“needy?” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “i’m needy for wanting to spend time with you? for wanting to be a priority in your life?”

jake felt his heart drop to his stomach as he saw tears welling up in your eyes. he had never meant to hurt you like this. you didn’t say another word before turning on your heel and walking out of the room. the sound of the door softly closing behind you felt like a slap to the face, leaving jake standing there, filled with regret.

he stood there in silence, replaying the argument in his mind. how could he have said something so hurtful to you? you weren’t needy. you just wanted his time and attention, and he had failed to give that to you. he realized how unfair he had been, taking out his stress on you— neglecting you instead of communicating properly.

after a few minutes of wrestling with his guilt, jake couldn’t take it anymore. he needed to fix this. he found you sitting on the edge of the bed, your head in your hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. the sight of you crying because of him made his chest ache.

he approached slowly, kneeling down in front of you. “baby,” he said softly, his voice thick with remorse. “i’m so, so sorry.” he reached for your hands, gently pulling them away from your face so he could look at you.

“i didn’t mean what i said. you’re not needy— not at all.. i was just frustrated and stressed, but that’s no excuse for saying something so hurtful.”

you looked down at him, your eyes red and swollen from crying. “it really hurt, jake,” you whispered. “all i wanted was to spend some time with you, and you made me feel like i was asking for too much.”

jake’s heart clenched at your words. he squeezed your hands tightly, his voice filled with regret.

“you weren’t asking for too much. i was being selfish and insensitive. i’ve been so caught up in everything else that i lost sight of what really matters—us. i don’t want you to ever feel like you’re not important to me, because you are. you’re the most important person in my life.”

you sniffled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand as you listened to his apology. “i just feel like i’m always the one compromising, and i’m starting to feel like i don’t matter as much.”

jake shook his head, his expression serious. “you do matter. more than anything. i’ve just been overwhelmed lately, but that’s no excuse. i should’ve been more considerate of your feelings.”

he hesitated for a moment before continuing, “i’ll make it up to you, y/n. i’ll plan a special day just for us, and i promise i’ll communicate better. i never want you to feel like you’re the only one trying.”

you looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity, and you could see how much he truly regretted his words. though the pain was still fresh, his heartfelt apology soothed some of the hurt.

“i just want us to be a team,” you said quietly. “i don’t want to feel like i’m always on the sidelines, waiting for you to make time for me.”

jake nodded, his grip on your hands tightening as he leaned closer. “i want that too,” he said with desperation.

“i’m going to do better, i promise. i love you, y/n. please, forgive me for what i said.”

you could see the sincerity in his eyes, and though it would take time to fully forgive jake and the hurt he had unintentionally caused you, you knew jake meant every word.

slowly, you nodded, giving him a small, shy smile. “i forgive you,” you whispered.

jake let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, relief flooding through him. he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he was afraid to let you go.

“thank you, my love—” he murmured into your hair. “i’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel like that again.”

you hugged him back, resting your head against his chest as you both sat there in silence, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

the arguments words still lingered in the air, but you two were strong enough to overcome it.

jake pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, promising himself that he would never let his frustrations get in the way of your relationship again.

୨୧ ‎박성훈 ── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

sunghoon had always been reserved. he wasn’t the type to express his feelings openly, he struggled— and while you understood that when you first got together, lately, his coldness had started to weigh on you.

you couldn’t remember the last time he had initiated affection—a hug, a kiss, even holding hands.

it felt like he was pulling further and further away, and you couldn’t help but feel like maybe you were the problem.

one evening, after a long day of feeling emotionally distant from him, you finally decided to talk to him about it.

you had been sitting together on the couch, watching a movie in silence, and though you were physically close, the emotional gap between you felt like an ocean.

“hoon,” you said softly, turning to face him. “can we talk?”

he glanced at you, his expression neutral, as if he wasn’t sure what you were going to say.

“what’s on your mind?” he asked, his voice calm but distant.

you took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. “lately, it feels like… you’re not really here with me,” you said carefully.

“i..i know you’re not the most affectionate person, but it’s been hard, sunghoon. i miss you. i miss the way we used to be.”

sunghoon sighed, as if your words had no affect—leaning back against the couch. “i’m still here,” he said simply, his tone almost indifferent. “i haven’t gone anywhere.”

“but that’s the thing,” you replied, your voice trembling. “it feels like you have. you’re here physically, but emotionally… it’s like you’ve shut me out. i can’t even remember the last time you kissed me or held me without me asking first.”

his jaw tightened at your words, frustration flickering in his eyes. “i’m not good at that stuff, y/n. you know that,” he said, his voice cold. “it doesn’t mean i don’t care about you.”

“i know you’re not good at it,” you said, tears pricking at your eyes. “but i need it, sunghoon. i need to feel loved. i need to feel like you still want me. right now, it just feels like you don’t care.”

sunghoon stood up, running a hand through his hair, his irritation evident. “why do you need constant reassurance?” he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended. “why isn’t it enough that i’m here? isn’t that enough proof that i care?”

you felt your heart sink at his words, the tears you had been holding back finally spilling over. “because just being here isn’t enough!” you cried, standing up to face him.

“i need more than that, sunghoon. i need affection. i need to feel like i matter to you.”

he stood there, his expression cold and hardened, and for a moment, you wondered if he would say anything at all. but then, instead of comforting you, he lashed out.

“maybe you’re being too needy,” he said bluntly.

“i don’t see why i have to constantly prove myself to you.”

you felt like the air had been knocked out of you. his words stung deeply, cutting through you like a knife. without another word, you turned away from him, walking quickly to the bedroom and shutting the door behind you.

you didn’t want him to see you cry—not after what he had just said.

sunghoon stood there in the living room, watching you leave, and the realization of what he had just said hit him like a ton of bricks. his chest tightened with regret.

he knew he wasn’t the most affectionate person, but hearing you say how much it hurt you—that you felt unloved—made him realize how much he had been neglecting your needs.

and worse, he had just pushed you away even further with his harsh words.

after a few minutes of mentally scolding himself over his mistake, sunghoon couldn’t take the silence any longer. he walked to the bedroom and knocked gently on the door, his heart racing.

“y/n,” he called out softly, his voice filled with regret and longing. “can i come in?”

there was a pause, and then your voice came through, quiet and shaky. “come in.”

sunghoon opened the door and stepped inside. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, your face buried in your hands, your shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.

seeing you like that—so hurt, so vulnerable—made his chest ache with guilt. he walked over to you slowly, sitting down beside you.

“y/n,” he said softly, his voice thick with remorse. “i’m so sorry. what i said… it was wrong. you’re not needy. you just want to feel loved, and i haven’t been giving you that. i’ve been cold and distant, and that’s not fair to you.”

you didn’t say anything at first, but you slowly lifted your head to look at him, your eyes red from crying. “i just… i don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to show affection,” you whispered. “i feel like i’m the only one trying, and it’s exhausting.”

sunghoon’s heart broke at your words. he reached out hesitantly, taking your hand in his. “it’s not that i don’t want to show you affection,” he said quietly.

“i’m just not used to it. but that doesn’t mean i don’t care. i love you, y/n. i love you more than anything. i just… i’ve been so caught up in my own head, and i’ve forgotten to show you that.”

you looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity, and you could see how much he truly regretted his words and actions. “i just need to feel like you still want me,” you said softly. “that you still care.”

“i do care,” sunghoon said earnestly, squeezing your hand gently. “i’m going to do better, i promise. i’ll show you that i love you. i don’t want to lose you because of my own issues. you mean too much to me.”

you could hear the sincerity in his voice, and though the pain was still fresh in your mind, his apology filled you with the warmth you were longing for.

slowly, you nodded, giving him a small, accepting smile.

“i just want us to be okay,” you whispered.

sunghoon gently pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “we will be,” he murmured. “i’ll make sure of it. i love you so much, y/n.”

“i love you too,” you whispered back, resting your head against his chest. the warmth of his embrace helped to ease the tension, and though the argument still lingered in your mind, you knew the two of you could overcome it.

sunghoon held you close, silently vowing to never let his coldness create distance between you two again. from that moment on, he promised himself he would show you the love you deserved—because you were worth every effort.

© won4kiss 2024

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could i please request the prompt “Pay attention to me before I kiss you,” “Sorry, did you say something?” for jake 💖💖

i hope you enjoy!

PAIRING | jake x reader

IDOLS FEATURED | sim jake, lee heeseung, nishimura riki

WC | 768

GENRE | fluff, comedy

WARNINGS | explicit language

MASTERLIST | EVENT MASTERLIST

You stared down at the soft, fluffy dog that was laying at your feet, wagging her tail slowly every time you reached down to scratch behind her ears, making small thumping sounds on the bare wooden floor. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and panting happily as you stroked her long white fur, exposing her sharp white teeth and healthy gums. Not that you really noticed anyways; your attention was focused elsewhere, and Layla was well aware of this as she followed your gaze to her owner, who was sat in front of the TV, the tip of his nose only a few inches away from the bright screen. You had already reprimanded him a few times, an annoyed tone poisoning your innocent intentions, but Jake had hardly noticed, muttering a quick affirmative when you asked snarkily if he’d even heard you. He’d barely given you a moment of attention before turning back to his game, shouting directions at Riki and Heeseung, whom you assumed he was playing with. And so, you sat on his bed with Layla at your feet, his two forgotten girls, watching him with an irritated expression on your face, and Layla whining every few minutes in protest of Jake’s distractions.

As another round ended, Jake cheered as his team’s score flashed across the screen in bright yellow font, complimenting Heeseung and Riki, and of course himself, pridefully praising himself for carrying the team and getting the most kills out of anyone in the game. You rolled your eyes at his haughty tone, huffing loudly, perhaps hoping a little that he would notice your annoyance and begin to pay attention to you. After all, it was why you’d even come over to his house. You certainly didn’t come to watch him play games and ignore you the entire time.

“Just one more round, babe!” Jake called, still not taking his eyes off the screen as he shook one hand out, then the other, attempting to shake out his stiff fingers. You hummed boredly, not trusting what he said, as he had claimed the last three rounds would be the last. “Come on, come on,” he muttered to himself, “three wins in a row, we can do it!”

You could hardly make out the muffled voices of Riki and Heeseung from Jake’s headphones, but at this point you hardly cared, and you laid down on his bed, smoothing his wrinkled blue sheets and staring at his ceiling, when a sudden idea popped into your head. “Jake,” you said loudly, hoping that he could hear you through all of the noise in his game, “pay attention to me before I kiss you.” You held your breath as you waited for his response, but it didn’t come, and you sat up angrily, throwing a pillow at the back of his head, making him freeze up.

He removed one ear from under his headphones. “Sorry, did you say something?” he asked, still not even bothering to peek at you. “No, not you Riki!” he complained, “you never shut the fuck up, I can always hear you.”

“Never mind,” you huffed, frustrated, “I’m going home.” You stood up and gave Layla one last scratch behind the ears, sliding your phone into your pocket as you reached for the door knob.

“Wait, wait!” Jake yelled, finally throwing down his headphones, much to Heeseung and Riki’s complaints. “Where are you going?”

“You’re not even paying attention to me,” you grouched, “all you care about is your game.”

“Aw, babe,” Jake said, pushing his full lips into a pink pout, “if you were jealous you should have just said so! I would have given you all the attention you wanted.”

“I’m not jealous!” you denied, but Jake captured you in his arms, rubbing his nose against yours playfully as his long fingers roamed your sides, tickling your ribs and making you giggle. “Fine, fine! Maybe I was a little jealous, but I think it was justified!”

“I’ll only pay attention to you from now on,” he cooed, kissing you gently on the lips, “promise.” But as he tried to kiss you again, his phone started ringing, and he gave you an apologetic look as he picked up the call, one eyebrow raised in confusion at the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Damn it, Jake! We lost because of you!” Heeseung shouted, and Jake quickly turned to look back at his TV, which now showed his deceased character laying face-down in the grass, and he smacked his face with his palm.

“Babe,” he said, clasping your hand in his, “just one more round.”

© sweetrainwrites 2022, all rights reserved

pairing: bf!Jungwon x fem!reader

Genre: drabble, smut MDNI

A/N: .... I don't even know y'all. My friend was sending me Jungwon stuff and it got out of hand. But we're gonna pretend like me and @un06 are okay 🤡

Warnings under cut

Warnings: mean!Jungwon, dom!Jungwon, name calling (slut, baby, kitten), swearing, mirror sex, doggy style, unprotected sex (No. Just no.), creampie, implied multiple rounds

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Jungwon stared at you coldly as you walked into the bedroom. You start taking off your jewelry, minding your own business until you feel his eyes boring into the back of your head, waiting for you to turn around.

You do.

"What's got you so worked up tonight?"

"No need to play dumb, Y/N, you're already stupid enough to flirt with your friend while I was right next to you."

You blink, shocked into silence at his blatant insult. "I'm sorry, what did you just say to me?"

"What, that wasn't clear enough for you?"

Jungwon steps closer, uncrossing his arms. He grabs your arm and tugs you closer.

"Hey–" You go to protest, but his assertive grip lets you know there's no room for argument.

He turns you around and unzips your dress, slipping it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. His touch is so gentle, a stark contrast to his clenched jaw and hard gaze.

"Get on the bed."

You slowly climb onto the bed, sitting on your haunches and looking at him.

He takes in your curves and the cute lingerie set you decided to wear tonight. He swallows, ignoring the tightness in his pants for now.

He unbuttons his shirt and discards it. Your eyes drink in his broad shoulders and lean muscles. God he's divine. And you get him all to yourself. He's all yours, despite him saying it's the other way around.

Jungwon gets on the bed behind you, pushing down on the middle of your back, signalling you to get on all fours. You hear the clink of his buckle, followed by his zipper.

You clench around nothing. Biting your lip as you wait eagerly for his next move.

He unfastens the clasp of your bra, watching it fall away from your chest in the mirror opposite the bed. He smirks with satisfaction before tugging down your panties, pulling them off you roughly.

You whimper quietly as the cool air hits your pussy.

Jungwon sheds the rest of his clothes and your eyes meet in the mirror. He leans down, placing soft kisses on your shoulder and neck.

"So now you decide to behave?"

His hands rest on your hips, thumbs massaging your plush skin. He takes his time kissing a path down your back before straightening up, making eye contact through the mirror.

"Ready, baby?"

You nod, your hole clenching around thin air with anticipation.

He lines himself up with your entrance before pushing inside, not giving you time to adjust. You moan, head dropping as you process the stretch. He bottoms out and waits a second before slowly moving his hips.

He reaches around and lifts your head, making you look in the mirror, at his length slipping in and out of your pussy. "Eyes up, kitten."

He starts picking up the pace and your body rocks with his movements, your tits bouncing hypnotically. He bites his lips, eyes darting between them and your pretty pussy swallowing him so well.

He pushes down on your back, arching it more. You moan as his tip kisses your cervix. Again. And again. And again.

Your eyes close and your head falls back your mouth falls open in a silent O.

Jungwon reaches around with his free hand and pinches your clit. You gasp, opening your eyes.

"Keep watching, baby."

You nod, looking back into the mirror.

He speeds up, his grip on your hip bruising as he guides your hips back to meet his thrusts. The band in your stomach tightens quickly as he hits all the right spots, just like he always does.

He groans as you tighten around him. "He could never fuck you this good, could he?"

You try your best to keep your eyes forward as you shake your head.

"You're mine. You got that, slut? This body, this pussy, is mine."

"Yes, Jungwon," you pant out as you feel your high approaching.

His brow furrows and his eyes flutter closed. "Fuck, you feel so good." He looks in the mirror. "You're taking me so well. See, baby, you were fucking made for me."

You can only manage another nod.

"I'm close, baby," he moans. His fingers find your clit and trace small, quick circles, eager to make you cum before him.

That's all it takes. Your body shakes as your orgasm crashes over you, stealing all your senses and making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Jungwon follows straight after, coating your walls white as he fucks you through your high.

He stills his hips and pulls out, watching his cum drip out of you as you collapse into the mattress. He uses his fingers to push it back in before getting off the bed and picking up his clothes and walking toward the ensuite.

You sit up, moving to do the same, but he shoots you a look.

"Don't even think about it. We're not done yet, baby. Not until you're full of my cum and you remember who you belong to."

tw: blood

[11:41pm]

heeseung danced with you in the empty ball room, lips on yours. silently swaying left and right, while you got lost in a trance. your eyes opened once heeseung pulled away, making eye contact with you.

"i'm sorry." he whispered in a low voice, chills tingling down your spine. before you could question what he meant, you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen.

heeseung watched as you fell to the ground clutching your stomach. red pooling underneath you while he walked away without turning back.

it had to be done.