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TEXTING ENHYPEN (HYUNG LINE) "HE DID A REALLY GOOD JOB AT MY BRAZILIAN WAX"
pairing: hyungline!enhypen x gn!reader
genre: established relationship, smau
warnings: petnames, jealous enha, suggestive language ;)
minors pls don't interact !! minors who interact will be blocked !!
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watermelon sugar (m) | sim jaeyun.
﹙ 🎬 ﹚ ぃ ────𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁?
preview. he’s the sweetest to you, one might confuse him for your boyfriend, but he’s not, he just your fuckboy of a roommate who treats you like a delicate candy, always looking out for you and never at you; or so you think.
or where, jake can't seem to get you off his mind no matter how hard he tries.
meet the cast. simp sim jaeyun(jake) with his obsession fem!reader
genre. and they were roommates trope, fuckboy soft for his girl trope, SMUT MDNI!!!, lots of toothrooting fluff, tiny speck of angst but not proper angst, drunk confessions?, only one who can control him/her trope, happy happy ending, crack/humor, domestic scenes(newly added) college fuckboy athelete roommate!jake with his candy!roommate girl. computer science & programming major!reader, exercise physiology major!jake, nonidol!au, soccer player!jake.
word count. 13,488 unedited! it's word vomit.
warnings. fingering, dry humping, dirty talkkk lots and lots of it, nasty freak jake with innocent(seems to be) girlie, experienced x inexperienced(virgin but has idea), pussy slapping, somewhat drunk sex but there's consent consent, oral (m rec.) different scenes, p in v (unprotected! but pls pls pls do not do this ever use protection!!!!!) multiple orgasms (f.rec), overstimuation(f.rec) and somewhat (m.rec), spitting? slight nipple play, jake is rough and filthy, with heavyyyyy corruption kink it's all throughout the story, strength kink, size difference “i worship the ground you walk on” energy but still dominant jake, jake has soooo many dirty inner thoughts about you it's innumerable. he's a simp for you so you're a slut for him— i guess that's them?
theme song. animals by maroon 5 (jake pov), into you by ariana grande (yn pov)
﹙★﹚ ࣪DRABBLES (coming soon)
` author notes. im sorry for making you guys wait three extra weeks I hope y'all still want to read this,, what do i say it was so horrible before the revamp, thankfully it's so much better now and the smut god, it was so hard to write it i hope it's good enough. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE HIGHLY ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED!!
“i don’t mind this feeling.”
YOU DONT KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT, WHATEVER IS HAPPENING BETWEEN YOU BOTH, BUT YOU LIKE IT. IT FEELS SILLY AND FRAGILE AND GOOD. perhaps a little too good.
god forbid what you had done in your past life to get a roommate like jake, a complete package; a concoction of all classic kinds of roommate one could possibly expect. you aren’t complaining though he takes care of you in every way he possibly could. making you feel like his entire world revolves around you, from his time home to the hours he spends on the field. one would ask anything of him and his answer would surely include you in one way or another, everyone knew it, everyone could see it, the way he feels.
he makes you breakfast, he helps with the cleaning- you both actually have it planned to have a cleaning day every week to polish the apartment. he cooks for you and he does the dishes more often than not, the only exception being the time when you insist deathly on doing it yourself because come on you gotta do at least some thing around the house.
to add to the perfect mixture of god gifted man, he video games in his room with the door shut so that the sound of him shouting at the screen doesn’t disturb you. does the laundry- even your bras and underwear, he’s just too used to those clothings to give a care to get embarrassed (outwardly). he would never admit the way they get him all hot and bothered when he thinks of all the places those fabrics have touched. how wild his imagination runs and all the things he wishes he could do to you. all the sounds he could get, out of you and all the things you'd taste of.
you are his candy (well not exactly ‘his’ but according to him this nickname of yours is only and I repeat only reserved for him) literally because you are all over sweets all the damn time and figureratively because he’d die to have a taste of you; the forbidden fruit of his life, too innocent for a person like him to ruin. but lord would he give up everything to land a chance to lay his hands on you not so innocently.
this man does not give a fuck about who is not you, and maybe occasionally spare a care for his two best friends who so far have only been blessed enough to know your name because jake has made it clear that you're off-limits and if they ever dare to do anything given the opportunity he'd rip off their balls and feed it to ducks (he's serious he swears)
getting to the real point of your dynamic: the only drawback— jake sim is a renowned fuckboy on campus, the heartbreak prince and you, his miss americana as they all like to call it. it is a daily routine, having to find a new girl in the house and ofttimes hearing them even with your door closed and your hands pressed on your ears. at first it felt disgusting, then you got used to it, and now very recently you’ve been feeling weirdly dejected. a certain kind of hatred towards the girls, something you can’t pin point exactly to why and what it is.
“candy, my laptop broke down again!” jake's raspy voice dances through the little cracks of the bathroom door as you prepare for a quick shower. you sigh, tightening the towel wrapped around you before stepping out. a short knock at his batman poster door left ajar, and he's whipping his head to have a look at you as if he knew you'd be in the middle of washing up. a little secret, yes he knew because everytime ahead of bathtime you make sure to have a sip of your watermelon slush stack from the fridge and the sound of it's door reaches his room just right to let him know.
he remains seated on his bed, a sheepish smile on his face. your eyes fall at his desk to see his laptop closed, he tricked you, and like always you fell for it,“maybe if you used your school laptop to study instead of playing games on it, this wouldn't happen all the time. but i assume you probably did it to get me here, it’s not gonna work everytime yun,” you click your tongue in feigned annoyance making him grin wider,“well it does work everytime though,” he knows how to have you on his tail just like you know how to have him wrapped around your finger. it only seems fair, you both know what gets the other going and you use it to your advantage.
“what is it?” asking in a sing song tone, you plop down on his desk chair. spinning in rounds with your legs out swinging, hands gripping onto the arms of the chair while looking up at the phosphorescent glow-in-the-dark stickers you had forcefully put up on the ceiling of his room. a funny memory of jake trying to stop you because it would defeat the whole image of his room only to fold when you gave him the puppy doe eyes, baby talking that you really wanted to do it. it doesn't take much to have jake cave in, just one look from you and the boy is a flatline. fuckboy? he is that to everyone but to you he's practically whatever you want him to be, though you have never really had a talk about it.
“actually eunsang, she-” there is a hesitation is his tone you are well aware of, having almost a clear idea of what he's about to say,“i told- no warned you not to get involved with her for a second time, didn’t i?” you scold, feeling that little twinge of hurt knowing he probably will keep on being involved with girls like this no matter what you say. it's the one thing where you don't have him under your spell. or that's you think, i mean you you have no idea do you of how much he wants you. just like how you have no idea how much you want him.
“yes but it happened and now she’s after me all the time, she even showed up to my soccer practice yesterday! please just this one time, please help me get rid of her,” clamping together his hands in a plea, jake pouts as best as he can, giving you his puppy eyes. but when you don’t show a reaction of any sort he resorts to the next best guaranteed thing: bribery,“i’ll buy you tons of watermelon lollipops! from your favorite brand that too!” eyes sparkling with hope and expections of having you fall for it, like you do every single time, he waits. albeit patterns break, in everything and everyone.
“no, i’m on a diet. i gave up on sweets, what if i get diabetes? will you,” you point at him dramatically,“take responsibility?” to which his stance morphs into one of stunned. he would gladly take responsibility for you at any given chance, but it's one of more gravity and significance than diabetes. and he's sure he's not one you should be in care of as more than anything that you are right now. he's too corrupted and you are too naive.
“yes of course i’ll help you take your meds and-” he mumbles in a quick, hurried note aware that you’ll not let him answer if he’s not fast enough. you still beat him to it though, speaking loud over and above his voice, to drown out his words despite hearing them quite clearly,“will you? NO you will not! so let me just shower peacefully before i get the urge to lock you in the bathroom when you’re in there later,” with a silence after, one that has jake grinning again at your cuteness, you take it as a que to rush out swiftly. trying to make it to the bathroom before he decides to use his strength against you and hold you down wherever he wants. which though hasn't been often, has always left you breathless and flustered to a point you refuse to admit.
training to become an athlete, a buff center forward in comparison to you who barely puts effort into doing even a little bit of yoga once a month. it’s obvious he’ll have you give in if he wants but he’s too sweet to force you. and of course it's obvious, the tension of the strength kink that looms over in the room.
it comes as a shock to you when the next day, the first thing you see waking up in the morning and walking into the living room: is eunsang standing by the kitchen counter. and important point: clad in one of jake’s dress shirts that you recognize from doing his laundry occasionally, pouring herself a glass of water. oh you had to see this coming, this is jake we're talking about will be really ever like ever not bring over girls? no matter if they're clingy or not. the answer is ambiguous and definitely not to your favor.
she’s shares a small smile upon noticing you, a friendly smile which you know is obviously fake. she’s doing it just to look good and polite in jake’s eyes. just to show that she's not bothered by you, because as said everyone knows if they don't like you then they automatically are on jake sim's blacklist. and being the star player of the team, his acquaintance is more or less influential to a large extent, so note to be taken be nice to candy to not be on the cross out list.
however as sad as it is to say it’s of no use. she’s not even there in his eyes to begin with. the moment the jake comes out of his room, his field of vision doesn’t include her. passing by her very visible figure like she’s a microscopic bug to ruffle your hair in a dotting manner, his morning voice coming out in an adoring essence,“good morning, candy,” he smiles and scrunches up his nose when he notices the baby cat you both adopted last month, curled up in the corner of the couch,“and mei,” he acknowledges your pet kitty but not the girl he brought home, that should speak volumes to you, jake thinks. treating you like candy of his world you are, shouldn't that be the ultimate giveaway of his feelings? like even his hookups can see how down bad he is for you why is it that you're the only one who can't? he wants you to know but at the same time he feels he's not right for you, a dilemma he handles by fucking up over and over again.
wishing him morning in response you give him a look which silently delivers your question of what is going on. you did hear them last night (more like her), but you didn’t know it was her her. you weren’t even expecting her to be the one. after the conversation with jake yesterday, she was the last person you would have ever assumed. he sends you a flying look that he’ll explain everything later, shushing you off before you speak out loud.
“yunie,” your ears perk up at her voice, eyes narrowing in a deadly stare at the nickname you exclusively call him with, leaving her crusty mouth. certainly, like jake you blossom a definite possession over names too. perhaps it's the effect of living with him 24/7 but you seem to have picked up a lot of his antics.
jake’s eyes shift to look at you for a moment and then he’s running a hand through his hair, dropping his sweet conduct to get back into his usual cold fuckboy self. he absolutely does not like the way your brows turn down and the pretty smile you were previously adorning for him falling off your pretty lips. he can tolerate anything but seeing you bothered in any way. “you’re still here? it's better if you leave soon, candy doesn’t like all this,” walking around her to the other side of the counter and into the kitchen to open the upper cabinets, jake ignores her like a plague as if he wasn't showing her heaven last night. but alas, nothing comes above you, she should have known that.
“what do you want for breakfast candy? should i make you some toast? or do you want your usual dose of sugar?” his palms rest on the granite countertop, leaning against it slightly while turning to fix his gaze on you. it makes eunsang rage with anger, throwing you a demeaning look before she disappears into jake's room.
the moment his bedroom door closes, you feel the unfamiliar weight on your shoulders relax a tad bit,“my watermelon slush please,” finding your cozy spot on the kitchen counter, you give him your most adorable pout feeling like you had to gain back his warmth after the hookup. your legs dangle over the height between, toes softly brushing against jake's calves every two seconds. watching him prepare your drink, you decide to voice out the thing that had been disturbing since the moment you walked out your room,”did you like make a friends with benefit kind of arrangement or something?” it comes out in a low whisper, afraid if you said it too loud it'd come true. the thought of it disturbs you for some reason, it’s not new for you to see random girls in your apartment; or to hear them while they’re at it. yet it still gives you a sort of uneasy feeling, something you do not like feeling.
“it was a last time kind of deal actually,” he stops briefly to give you a quilty smile. finishing your sweet slushy just as eunsang hastily steps out, wearing what you assume her clothes from the previous night. she slows down to observe as jake hands you the cup, repulsively watching you take a sip,“is it good?” hearing him speak in a tone way different than the one she’s acquainted with him using with her has stomp her way out in a grumpy fit.
looking up from the edge of your cup with hopes to give her a sly stare, your eyes follow her figure, flinching silently when she bangs the door close harshly,“bitch,” you comment, hooded orbs shifting back to jake who scowls in disapproval,”language candy,” he reminds, knowing very well it does nothing to stop you.
“sorry yunie but she's so agressive, and for what?” you whine.
“from what i’ve seen, you’re way more aggressive,” jake laughs softly, index finger coming to poke at your cheek tenderly.
with full cheeks, you grin like a cheshire cat and jake feels his heart rate speeding up, who gave you the permission to be the cutest person he's ever known? the urge to kiss you just keeps growing with each passing day and with with each little sneaky smile and doe eyes you give him.
“we need to get the groceries this week, i have after classes soccer practice for the next four days and we're not gonna last that long,” the thought of spending the next four evenings alone in the unit is gloomier than the half assed ham and cheese toast jake makes for himself. if only you said yes to some proper breakfast, his taste buds and stomach wouldn't be suffering so much.
you nod as if he has eyes on his back, knowing well he's gonna want you with him but not force you, if you'd say no. whatever you want, is whatever he does.
“‘m gonna go take a shower first then,” hopping down, you place your empty mug in the sink, and skip to your room to take your bath supplies.
“let’s shower together,” jake's friskiness thrives in the way he shouts with an undertone of mischief. watching you with a teasing gaze as you step out the threshold of your bedroom door. a tiny smirk spreading onto his lips when you scrunch your nose in a grimace. cute, he mouths thinking you wouldn't notice but god you do. he's clearly joking but you can’t help feeling flustered internally. keeping up with his flirty and touchy stunts and tricks should have made it easier for you by now, but over a year in and you're yet to find yourself getting used to it. he’s too attractive and hot to get used to; at least that’s what excuse your brain gives you, which honestly is true to some extent. his looks score a lot of points and you can't deny that.
“and if we get locked in there, who’s gonna get us out? you know the door lock has problems,” you complain in a soft groan which, in his eyes is more adorable with the little annoyance you show. if you think you could ever intimidate him, you probably will because he'll melt right away to even think of a counter back.
his stance straightens at that, a fleeting look of flabbergast clouding his face before he’s breaking out in a taunt of smile, eyes closing in on you in a brazen look,“so does that mean if the lock was fine you’d actually shower together with me,” he feels this triumph of emotions, a sudden rush of sugar at the realization that'd probably maybe perhaps someday let him get in the shower together with you. the sheer excitement he experiences through his veins is over the roof, just the possibility of something so intimate with you is a bite of golden spoon for him.
he purposely stops all he’s doing to stare at you, moving his eyebrows cheekily, trying to provoke you,“i never said that,” you stick your tongue out at him, closing the door in a soft slam and crying out a ‘you’re sick in the head!’
“only for you!” jake yells back, chuckling to himself as he leaves the room.
two hours later you’re both strolling through the isles of shelving, bright florescent lighting, end displays of popular products, sale signs, banners with store mottoes, isle signs with product locations, rows and rows of household products and everything you'd always spend lots of time looking through until jake has to drag you back home.
he pushes the cart while you look around for items to throw in and cross out one by one from your checklist. the way you both discuss and bicker over what to keep in the cart and what not to every two minutes will lead any sane person to conclude you as a couple. you both would also admit it feels as such. how he insists on taking what you like while you argue that you’re on a diet and need to cut down on the consumption and desires of your sweet tooth. it feels sweet, he feels sweet. and you make him want to coddle you so bad, like what do you mean you're on a diet? you're perfect already. too perfect for him.
“i’m taking the pop tarts!” you hear him shout from two or probably three Isles away while you look through some new make up launches,”…okay fine!” capturing the attention of an old couple who glance at your way and mutter something you don’t quite catch but you assume it’s probably about how annoying you both are, shouting at the mart.
“yunie look these are so pretty,” you point at the line of lipgloss as jake comes over with cart. he hums in agreement, watching you scan through the shades in an animated mood, mumbling over the names and speaking of how it'd look good for an everyday look or with summer dress you recently got. oh how smitten he feels, observing the way you seem so pumped up simply over gloss.
“there's no mirror— “
“try it on me,” oh he's bewitched under your spell.
jake stands still as you apply the mauve on him, staring at you through hooded eyes,”oh, this one’s really pretty on you!” you beam, looking up at him as if he could see it too.
“it'd look prettier on you,” he's hardly able to whisper out, gaze trained on the way you part your lips while you wipe it off his and apply another. if he didn't have a strong self control, by now he would have shoved his tongue down your throat in the dirtiest and messiest kiss you'd ever known. knocking your breath out, as well as his. he's already on the verge of losing it with every little touch you leave on his lips, wetting your own as a habit.
“which one should i take?” you ask something cutely, jake almost feels guilty for the thoughts swimming in his head.
“i’ll buy all of it for you, we can do something like a chapstick challenge you know. the one where you kiss and guess the flavor,” he teases loving the tiny exasperated glare you throw him. “yunn, be serious! which one?”
“these two?” he points to ones you commented were pretty feeling impatient at the conjured up image of you wearing the colors on with you tiny, sexy little sundresses you got hidden in your closet. please feel guilty man he thinks.
in the end jake (successfully) convinces you to continue your diet later over the summer break offering to help you with it. and grabs a bunch of packets of your favorite snacks, your favorite brand’s watermelon lollipops and not to forget the fruit itself. checking all out he insists on carrying everything himself, only handing you the little bag that held your lollies in case you'd want one on the way back.
the subway is more crowded than usual, scarcely any seat left. it takes you a whole minute to scan around for an empty one, immediately encouraging jake to take it. a silly game of rock paper scissors to decide who stands, insisting firmly that he sit when you end up winning. the grocery bags rest by his foot and you stand between his legs, holding onto the bar wobbling every now and then. it’s just one stop left when jake suddenly pulls you onto his lap, adjusting you comfortably on his thighs and placing his hands on your legs possessively. you turn to look at him, lashes brushing against his skin and lips parting in the slightest at the adrenaline you feel pumping into your fast beating heart. the muscles in his chest feel firm at the faint touch of your back against him, the thumping of his own heart similar to that of yours.
he leans closer to whisper in your ear,“that creep right there kept staring you up and down,” pointing with a discreet move of his eyes as he drills holes through his stern gaze fixed on the said guy. you on the other hand, grow hot with irritation, perhaps just as hot and bothered you are feeling jake pressed so close. an abrupt and sharp impulse of anger.
“i’ll show him the fuck he was staring at," you mutter out, teeth gritted, and hands almost forming into fists, expression as innocent as always. jake seems to catch on to what you’re about to do and before you can get up from lap, his hold on you gets tighter,"okay, i know you hate this candy, but i don’t want you getting hurt in any way, if he does anything i’ll make sure to set him right, for now i think he got it that he’s not gonna stare at you however he wants,” hand grabing yours in gentle caresses along the expanse of your arm. delicate and slow like a soothing rub. his touch just as enticing and stimulating it is, is also calming, knowing exactly how to pacify your hot headedness. jake finds that really hot about you, the way you look like you couldn't harm a bug but he's seen you throw kicks and punches (for the right reasons) ‘looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you’ he never knew that's his type. sometimes and really only some rare times he wonders if you're not as innocent as he thinks you are, getting rock hard at the thought of it, dick twitching multiple times imagining you saying and doing things that an angel like you shouldn't be.
for the rest of the ride he manages to lull you back to your sweet candy mode, making you laugh at his lame pick up lines, and occasionally tickling your sides. head falling back into his shoulder in cute giggles and hips rolling on him, damn only he knows how bad he's holding back. as shameless as he is he'd probably jump your bones right infront of everyone to see. thankfully you bring the decency in your relationship.
when your stop comes, he intertwines his fingers you as you walk out the compartment, just in case you decide to give the dude a slap before leaving.
“'m gonna flatten out all your abs today, you'll need to gym again,” jake chuckles, feeling you roll over his body like mei’s lint roller as he lays on your favorite fluffy kuromi rug typing away on his laptop an essay deadlined for tomorrow. the weight of your body on and off and the touch of your hot skin he feels funsies,“you do this all the time, candy and my abs have never left. how can i let them? knowing how much you love it,” reaching behind to hold you still on his back. you are glad he can't see the way your cheeks warm up at that, a bashful look on your face remembering all the times he's caught you ogling at his body.
“why are you sulking?” he asks when you don't respond with a whine like you usually do. aware that you behave this way either when you’re over the top bathing in happiness or dissatisfied with something.
“’m gonna gain weight now because of you, i’ll see all the snacks and sweets in the pantry and not be able to resist binge eating,” you lightly punch at the curve of his shoulders, dropping your head into the crook of his neck in a pout. jake turns around swiftly to hold you in a hug, wanting nothing more than to cheer you up,“i love your belly anyhow, whether it’s visible or not,” giving the plump flesh of your stomach a zephyr-like pinch. you wince playfully drawing back inches to tease him only to drop down into his arms to hug him back seconds later,“yeah whatever,” his words make you feel butterflies, a turmoil of frenzy and fuzzy feelings, cheeks growing warm once again, and the warmth spreading all over your mind this time. why does he have to be so sweet to you?
you both stay like that for a while breathing slowly, and taking in the comfort of a hug, the room saturated with a restful and serene silence. you’re the first to pull away,“you should finish that essay, i have to prepare for my test next week,” jake groans at the loss of your touch, wailing out with his hands as you leave the room.
”i’m joining you as soon as i finish this!”
four days later on the weekend, you sit on the couch alone, wrapped in the thin lilac charmeuse blanket jake got for you (he said it the softness of it, reminded him of you.) waiting for your him to join you. eight in the morning with ‘tangled’ running on the tv, it's not something jake would ever want to do, but he gives in because you like it; bonus sometimes when you get a little sleepy, he grabs the chance to cuddle you as close as he can, leaving a few fluttering kisses on your temple and cheeks. he's grateful you never say anything about it and just let him be.
“yunie, can you pass me the watermelon in the fridge? the one from yesterday,” you spare a quick glance towards jake as he walks out his room. his headset rests loosely around his neck, half naked, wearing only a pair of sweatpants and his black hair all dishevelled: looking even more messier due to the perm he got last week. “yeah sure,” the rasp in his voice as he mumbles out softly gives away the fact that he probably stayed up all night again.
taking the half a piece of watermelon out and grabbing a spoon, jake scoops out a small little portion. going up to your slouched figure on the couch, and extending it out for you to eat,“here you go, candy,” he does it quite often, infact he loves to feed you. seeing your cheeks full and your eyes sparkling makes him feel fond as much as it turns him on. picturing you the same way on your knees between his legs with his dick stuffed in your mouth. choking and gagging on him, tears dropping down your pretty eyes while you stare up at him with this same doe look. it'd be heaven. even more so if he would have to teach you how to do it right, further fueling the massive corruption kink he seems to have harboured after meeting you.
he passes you melon after you take the bite, sitting beside you with his legs crossed. eyes trained on the way you fill in more in your mouth than you can handle, face all round and full,”eat slowly,” he flicks at your forehead.
“do you want to go buy a new sofa at ikea tomorrow? this one’s pretty small,” he adds a minute later, raising his brows subtly.
“well, first of all i didn’t plan to have a roommate and secon- i swear if it’s for your hook-ups i’m kicking you out!” it comes out in a yell, voice raising with every syllable before you spit a seed at him. one that due to your bad aiming skills instead of landing on his face, falls and sticks to the skin of his chest. damn those muscles they get you feelings things you probably shouldn't be.
putting away the watermelon on your tea table, you pick up mei and settle her on your lap, pulling back your blanket which had slipped off in a crackle of laughter,“this is public space have some decency before you have such thoughts!”
“stop making me appear like a horndog!” he laughs along, whinning at your false accusations in giggles and a look of faux disbelief.
“well that is exactly what you are!” you throw the closest cushion at his face. grinning with your signature cutesy doe eyes and jake is a goner. he always is.
“no don't do this me,”
“change the sheets then, it's your turn this week,” turning away from him, you fix your eyes on rapunzel climbing down the tower. trying to avoid the way he stares at you with betrayal, immediately scooting over to tickle you.
“you cheeky liar it's your turn,” his hands glossing over your ticklish areas.
“i love you,” in a fit of uncontrolled giggles, you shout. pushing against him to escape only to have your wrists pulled away, held together in a tight grasp and pinned above your head. “candy! i love you is not gonna get you out of chores come on i'll help you. we'll watch tangled later. together, i promise,” his laughter dies down with every word he utters, whispering out the last part as he becomes aware of the proximity between you two. so close you both think, breaths slowing down and heartbeats picking up the pace with each passing second.
“we're doing this okay?” jake whispers again, albeit, his tone a tad bit more heavy and bothered. an ambiguous daze clouding over, as if he is talking about something entirely different than just changing sheets. a twinge of lust bubbling inside. having you under him like this makes him realize just how desperately he wants you, and how bad his strength kink blooms for you. to have you whimpering and moaning, gaze all hazy as you let him do whatever he wants with you. damn he feels his dick twitch at that, gulping nervously hoping you wouldn't notice.
“you look like eugene,” you mumble out suddenly and jake feels his thirst rise off the roof, because the size difference between the characters? he wouldn't deny he thought of you the first time he saw the animation. wanting you have you in his arms the same way.
“then you must be my rapunzel,” you feel even more flustered if that's possible, your stomach twisting and twirling at his words until,”now come on we gotta keep the house clean for mother gothel,” jake let's his grip on you loosen, taking a moment to get off you.
“yunie!”
“i'll make you some sweet soy-glazed potatoes too later,” he voice drowns out as he enters you bedroom first.
“well i guess it's okay then,” you giggle following after him.
“candy that's not how you tuck in the corners,” jake scolds you for nth time, running after you to fix the edges you mess up deliberately time and again. “hey! candy! get down!” you make it a chaos for him, jumping onto the unmade bed and messing up the sheets all the way.
“oops,” there's a devilish grin on your face as jake pauses to watch you have your sugar rush episode.
“if you wanna wrestle again and end up under me, just say so,” he teases, inching closer and grabbing you by the waist. you both laugh again as if you weren't dripping with need for each other just moments ago. he picks you up and walks to the door putting you down by the sill,”i seriously need to get this done, you go and peel the potatoes for me,” you can't cook for the sake of god and letting you use knives is like a deathwish, jake can only hope peeling will keep you busy and safe enough to not end up with cuts anywhere.
the doorbell rings just as you step into the kitchen, walking back to the front in a sluggish sigh. feeling utter regret for answering the door, the instant you notice the figure outside. not wanting to reveal the presence to jake, you shut the door behind.
he peeps out your room at the sound of it, shrugging it off as nothing because you’ve done it lot many times: when your friends show up because you simply don’t want them to fall under his radar as prey.
you spare an indifferent glance at the way eunsang stands tall; hands folded with a cocky look on her rather gorgeous face. she's a beauty and you hate to admit that, a vibe so opposite of you it makes you insecure considering jake's hooked up with her more than a few times. “i’m here to see jake,” she states, tilting her head to point over at the closed door, all the sugary honeyed act she keeps up around him nowhere to be seen.
“and he doesn’t want to see you, didn’t he tell you it was the last time,” you counterattack, folding your arms and straightening up to look intimidating. your stare is one of taunt, carrying a gaze of boredom in hopes to establish that you're one to reckon with.
“are you jake? i said i want to talk to jake not you,” her heels click in impatience and underlying disgust in the tone she uses with you gets on your nerves.
you close your eyes for a moment trying to calm the annoyance in you before it turns into anger, tongue poking at the side of your cheek, “and are you deaf? i said he does not want to talk to you,” assert dominance, assert dominance you repeat over and over in your head.
but what she says next makes you lose your temper.
jake, the very epicenter of it all, on the other hand has no idea of what's going on outside until there's a scream that sounds too much like you, one turning into many more. it's frantic and inhumane, the speed at which he runs out. dropping everything and anything. there in broad daylight he finds you and eunsang trying to rip each other's hair out in the thankfully empty hallway. he doesn't know if he should be worried more about your scalp hurting or your throat tearing from how loudly you scream over eunsang. his hands flail as he contemplates on breaking the fight or letting you calm down, which you probably won't as he knows. he grabs onto eunsang's hands on your head trying to loosen her grip on your hair, concerned over the pain you must be feeling while you're there now trying to kick her between her legs. she's shocked to say the least, watching him latch you off her in a swift motion and throw you over his shoulder. he takes you back inside quickly, groaning at your fists pounding against his back in a protest,”fucking let go of me! i’m gonna give her a good piece of my mind!”
“candy language!” putting you down by the kitchen softly, he grasps the side of your arms and forces you to look into his eyes,“stop fighting all the time, stay here i’ll talk to her, okay?” he speaks slowly as an attempt to calm you. when you wiggle off in a scornful shrug, he asks again, this time moving to cup your face, a tender look in his eyes,“okay?” you nod in a defeated sigh and he's out the door before you can say anything else. you're upset, really upset, you know what you did outside was not decent yet you can't get over the fact that he left you in here to go back to talk to her. he was on your tail last week trying to beg you to help him get rid of her and even shooed her out the unit harshly, what more is there to talk about?
truth to be told, this was how he first met you, or should he say saw you. it was the move in day, he had all the necessities for the week packed in a travel suitcase, with the other stuff to be brought in later on. he was waiting for the elevator in the lobby, more tense and anxious than ever to meet the girl he was going to be living with a good four years of his college life. hoping she'd not treat him like some stranger, or be someone impossible to get close to hash live with. along with little bits of curiosity and hopes again, that she'd be a pretty and sweet girl maybe someone help could form some kind of benefits with.
however never in a million years did he ever expect it to be the cute yet fierce girl in the elevator. to say he was flabbergasted would be an understatement, he was literally blown off his feet, scared or impressed, his confusion was massive. when the doors of the elevator had opened he had found you slapping a middle aged man,”fun? you think groping my butt ‘s fun, you sicko,” kicking him in the balls next. hard. jake had gulped at that, hard. heart on a pause. the look of feigned innocence on your face as you did all that. damn jake swears it was that moment he fell. maybe not romantically but you definitely got his dick hard.
you looked super cute, and you knew how to fight, jake thought he hit the jackpot when you turned out to be his roommate. pretty you were, definitely, and sweet wasn't even a question; you were sweet to him and you are a lot of sweet. the only thing that remains a mystery till now is if you'd taste as sweet. jake hopes he can find that out.
he returns a few minutes later, lips pursed in a small smile as he shuts the front door. it grows even wider when his eyes find you,“so your soy glazed potatoes,” he chuckles walking over to the kitchen and getting other things out.
“she called me a slut for living with a guy like you and i was in the midst of giving her a lecture on actually how good of a person you are-” you bang on the counter with a thud and turn around to face him,“and you dragged me in!” whinning in a pout that looked as upset as your furrowed brows.
jake glances over in amusement, halting to give you another grin as he boops your nose gently,“my darling candy, i’m only good to you,” the glare you throw his way only makes him snicker with adoration. the little flicker of bashfulness you feel making you break out in a smile which (thankfully, for you) jake doesn't notice.
“whatever, i’m gonna take a long shower. do not disturb me!” you leave in a rush afraid if you stay too long he'd see it all on your face.
ten minutes later, as you tiptoe to get your favorite shower gel from the shelf above the mirror, luck decides to remind you why you shouldn't ever stay away from jake sim. feet slipping on the wet floor, body colliding against the cold tiles in a thud loud enough to have jake come running.
“candy, you're okay? what happened? should i open the door? ‘m coming in,” his voice is laced with worry, snapping open the door to find you laying flat down, though to his relief not unconscious. he picks you carefully, bringing you to your room and seating you on the edge of the bed to check for any injuries. hands delicately caressing all over and asking if it hurts any where,”you're so clumsy, always getting me worried like shit,”
“language,” you giggle, trying to make him laugh and it works.
“sorry, just please be careful, okay?” his fingers brush back your hair as you give him a small nod,“do you feel pain anywhere?” another nod, and this one ticks his alarms.
“where!” your fingers reach out to press against the brooding crease between his brows, attempting to remove the frown from his face. and jake melts at that, feeling his heart flutter at your cuteness, god he loves this side of you so much.
“you little demon, look what happens if you don't shower with me,” laughing out together, oh how he wishes it were like this forever. and jake sim has never thought of a forever ever before.
a month passes by in the blink of an eye, your routines and relationship staying the same as always, classes, his soccer practice and your weekly cleaning day. but what seems to have changed is his routine of bringing over girls, the number alarmingly cutting down day by day (which currently sits at zero) and what you haven’t noticed- his display of affection towards you growing more and more. yet you think nothing special of it, assuming that perhaps now he got a grip over himself. which is partially true. jake thought of you as deserving someone better, so it was only right that he became better. and what better way than to start with quitting the position of campus’ resident fuckboy.
after an all nighter the previous day, coming back from your classes you get straight to bed. changing you clothes and getting tucked under the blanket from around eight in the evening. jake returns from his soccer practice later, unaware of the fact that you're already passed out. opening your door to let you know of his night out plans,“candy, i’m gonna go out with jay and sunghoon! make sure to have your dinne- oh you were sleeping? i didn’t know i’m so sorry candy,” he mumbles out in a soft whisper towards the end, supressing a smile watching your sleepy figure under the covers. trying to rub out the drowsiness from your eyes; heavy blinking and a small pout, his cute girl.
“it’s okay no need to get up, go back to sleep, i’ll be back in the morning,” approaching the bed as you lay back down, he pats your head in a 'sleep well’ before leaving.
it's probably past midnight when you wake up to constant ringing of calls. fumbling around for your phone in a daze only to find a dozen calls from an unknown number and a bunch of texts from the same. it's jay, asking you to get jake from the bar they're at. saying the guy's refusing to go back with anyone that's not you: whining for your presence and making it hard for his two friends.
'where is my candy?’ jay and sunghoon are sick and tired of hearing it all night.
by the time you get him back to the apartment, it's three and your bones hurt from the weight of his body leaning all over you. it doesn't help that all he does is giggle and throw himself over you. there's been a lot of times you have seen him drunk, probably more than a dozen, but he's never looked as wasted as today. sunghoon told you it's because he drank way more than usual, and unbeknownst to you that you are the sole reason, you wonder of the things that plague his mind to the extent of drinking so much.
dragging him into his room you have him sit on his bed, going through his closet and getting him a pair of sweatpants and the first shirt you can grab. “come on yunie, get changed,” you hand him the clothes, turning away when he takes everything off nonchalantly. even though he likely would rather want you to look, from the many times he's said it before ‘why’re you looking away, candy it's all for you,’ his exact words. the bane of your existence.
after he's changed, you wipe the sweat off his body with a wet towel as much as you can. giving him a glass of water before leaving for your room when he grabs your wrist and stops you with his puppy eyes.
in the morning, around noon jake is the first one to wake up and having no memory of the previous night besides the fact that he was drunk. he sits at his desk chair, hands in his hair, watching you sleep on the other side of his bed, clad in his shirt. it’s like he feels everything is over and done from here. he did what he swore never to do, this was the very first thing he pinned on his mind as an important note: not using you even if he has very obvious feelings for you. he tugs on his hair in frustration, angry at himself for not staying in his lane when drunk. with his head hung in guilt, he doesn't notice you stirring awake, sitting up at the sight of his hunched figure.
“yun? are you okay? is the hangover severe? should i make you something for it?” startled at your soft voice, he flinches visibly. a thousand scenarios running through his mind and not one ends up good.
“you don’t even know any hangover recipes,” jake mumbles almost inaudibly.
“i can just search on the internet and try my best, it’s not like i’ll give you anything inedible,” you teaee, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere you feel in the air.
it takes him a moment to speak again, sounding as miserable as he has never before,“candy i’m,” he halts, gulping to hold back the lump in his throat,“i’m sorry, i really didn’t mean to, i don’t why i, it's all my fault,” he stops again, leaving you confused and dumbfounded,“what are you saying? what apology?” it is when his eyes shift to stare at what you’re clad in, staying there for a hard minute when you get a rough idea of what he could be thinking of. your cheeks grow hot at the realization, shaking your head when unholy images pop up in your subconscious.
but the butterflies fly away just as fast as they came as his words dawn uppn you. even if it didn’t happen the fact that he wouldn’t mean it, want it, regret it has something in you twisting in pain, are you so bad? or that he actually really thinks of you as his little sister? that you read his affections wrong, assumed his feelings differently? your heart breaks more than a little at that.
“why? is it because i’m not like the others you have been with? because i’m not like eunsang? or because i’m not her? the one you were smiling so hard after talking to? are you dating he-”
“that’s the problem! you’re not like her! you’re not like anyone i've known before! you’re special and i’m afraid i’ll lose you, things will change and just i’ll have to get over you without even getting a chance,” it's the first time he's ever raised his voice at you, and the first time ever he's sounded so desperate, weak and dejected. so vulnerable.
the split moment of sadness dissipates with every word that sinks in. the revelation of a(n after)drunk confession. the fact that you're a different kind of special to him, that he would want a chance to be with you, that he's afraid to lose you. you supres the urge to laugh when it all settles into your understanding. having a better grasp over the bigger picture. your steps are slow and calculated as you walk over to him, sitting across his lap and cupping his cheeks in a fleeting breath of courage. his eyes almost bulge out when you brush your lips lightly against his, mumbling softly,“nothing happened, but if you still want i can give you a chance, it’s going to be hard though tolerating me, think wisely,” you giggle and jake malfunctions for an instant before grabbing you in a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
“of course, of course i do want it, i’ve always wanted it,” chanting out in a trance.
“your lips tasted like watermelon,” he mutters out some time after, eyes locking with yours in an intense pull. still in a daze that out of all the bad things that could've happened it was none. literally none plus you perhaps wanting him just as much as he wants you.
“i had some in the morning before you woke up, anyhow yours taste like alcohol and your breath is horrible, go and freshen up,” you push at his shoulder, getting off him to leave the room to cook something. probably (as you said) a recipe searched up on the web, hopefully edible enough for a hungover person.
when he comes out later, all showered and back to the jake you know: the one who likes his hair slightly messy and almost never in a shirt. “why were- are you wearing my shirt then?”
“you practically begged me to last night while sobbing for i don’t know what reason,” he's a bit flustered at that, but hey, it's what got him here, you gotta do what you gotta do.
“candy, you wanna go out tonight? jay and sunghoon wanted to hang out but i don't wanna leave you so i said i’d bring you along,” jake asks, knocking at your door.
it takes you a little over a minute to open up but jake's does not mind it at all for obvious reasons, his jaw comically falling to the floor when you walk out in your tiny little blue sundress and the shade of lipgloss he was dying to see you in. you're unreal.
“yes! i heard you on call earlier,”
“oh my god candy, gimme a princess twirl,” the amount of desire he feels for you right now is unfathomable. biting his lips at the sight of your lace panties underneath that faintly flash him in the mini twirl you do. can you get any hotter?
“just fifteen minutes and i'll be ready,” he got ten minutes to do something about the boner he just popped, and it's more than enough to have him rub one out with what he just saw. maybe add a little hint of imagination and wondering what you'd sound like if he were to touch you down there. especially given the fact that the likelihood of it happening were through the roof now. you almost kissed last week, anything could happen at this point. and jake's dick gets impossibly sensitive at the odds of it.
at the restaurant, jay and sunghoon sit in an awkward silence, watching you both be all over each other. when they agreed for jake to bring his girl along, they didn't expect it to be so bad.
“um jake talks a lot about you,” sunghoon says trying to start a conversation that he knows probably wouldn't go anywhere.
“he does? that's so sweet,” you smile, giggling over something jake whispers in your ear, his hand palming over the plush of your exposed thighs,”what do you wanna eat?” sunghoon nerves feel boiled at the way jake completely skips over his attempt to talk to you. while jay sips at wine, agonizingly slow knowing this is how it's gonna be from now on. their friend is a changed man.
“i have this picture of jake from middle school, you'd love to see it i promise,” a little tipsy, sunghoon's persistence to put himself in the equation albeit admirable, annoys the fuck out of jake, scowling at the other well of aware of the so called picture he wants to share.
“jay man, take care of him. candy and i are going home,” jake gives them a tight lipped smile, holding your rather drunk self (it's just wine you had said)
“see you later ca- y/n,” at first jay leans in for a friendly hug but— nevermind. the way jake stares at him is scarily weird.
jake makes sure to have you sit on the couch before he leaves to get you water but you're sprawled out on the floor when he comes back. mumbling something about how cool the tiles feel against your skin,”come on you should drink some water,” jake pulls you up on your ass, sitting cross legged on the floor beside you. his hand softly holds the back of your head as he brings the glass to your mouth.
“alright say, what did you wanna say?”
“i wanna kiss you,” if jake thinks the pout on your lips is the cutest thing ever then the words you say must have to be the hottest thing ever. how can a simple word like kiss make his heart flutter so bad? and it's not even lust at this point.
he fulfils your wish without a thought, leaning in to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. sucking on your bottom lip a second long before he pulls away and boops your nose. no tongue and no other intentions. the after taste of your gloss lingering in his mouth.
“let me tell you a secret,” you whisper out, moving over to his lap, knees on the floor each side.
“i knew you stole my kuromi panties,” he's shocked you know about it, he made sure to be extra careful with it, though his nasty ass was internally hoping you'd catch him.
“mhm, i do have it with me but it's not really wearable now,” he did not see this becoming something sexual but the moment you brought up the panties, you might as well have brought up his dick. man practically re-lived every single time he used it to jerk off, all those orgasms coming to life at once.
“you need to punished!” you whine,
“what do you wanna do?” and jake feels his dick get harder at that.
“can we kiss again?” oh my god, you make him feel so fuzzy and horny at the same time, it's unbelievable. in the guide of jake sim: to make him horny is relatively easy, to get him all fuzzy is once in a lifetime and to get him both at the same time is impossible. yet you do it so effortlessly.
jake answers you with his lips against yours again, relishing in the feeling of them on his own. all those times he wondered of how it'd feel like to kiss you seemed so lame now that he actually did. no imagination could ever come close to way he feels right now. his hand comes up to cup the side of your neck, his grip firm as he pulls away for a moment,”i wanna love you so much and take you on cute little dates and buy you all the food you want and fuck you so hard you only remember my name,”he mumbles against your lips in a bit whisper, letting you take a breath before he dives right back in. this time he lets his tongue slide in, rubbing against your own for a short while only to pull back and go for another trying to keep your lips pressed together for as long as he could. finally pulling away when he feels you push against him a little too roughly, a crawl of shudders all over his skin at the roll of your hips against his bulge.
“wan’ you to fuck me too,” you whine, this time desperately.
“fuck candy, you're drunk we shouldn't be doing this,” he reminds, failing miserably to hold himself back. his hands keep twitching to just grab your hips and grind you down on his dick until you're both cumming together.
“i’m not, i swear. i just drank a little because i couldn't have done this all sober,” even through the layers of clothes, jake can feel your neediness dropping with the way you roll your hips harder against him. speeding up when you think he's pushing you away, but he's just grabbing you closer by the waist. he can't deny how wanted he feels right now, feeling like he'd explode any second. the fuck were you so horny for him?
“are you sure this is okay?” he asks again. no matter how bad he's dying to fuck you, he'll never do it if you don't to.
“‘s okay, please yunie,” you feel his hands slide along your thighs and in between your legs. fingers faintly brushing over the wet patch on your panties in a sharp inhale. he grazes two fingers against your clit, testing the waters. rubbing harder when he feels your breathing pick up it's pace, switching to spank your clit impossibly fast having lost control at the sound of your wanton whimpers.
“don’t move and take it baby,” jake growls, pushing you flush against his chest, making your back arch more and more into him. tits bouncing right up in his face as he bends down to nibble as the exposed skin between them.
he stops for a moment only to push your panties to the side and touch you raw. rubbing rougher and so intense, your legs feel number from pleasure,”has anyone touched you like before?” his jaw clenches hard, eyes dark with want as they remain fixated at the sight of his hands on your pussy. fuck he finally knows what touching you feels like.
“ngh— no, fuck!” and it boosts jake's ego through the roof, he doesn't think he's ever felt as horny as he feels right now. the thought of being the first to touch you in your princess parts, the first you have seen you putty like this, the first to be the one to get you like this. fuck, fuck, fuck! he feels so turned on it's literally inhumane. precum oozing out his tip with every twitch of his dick.
“mm, gonna put my fingers in you,” you feel one of jake's fingers press into you, sliding inside easily with how dripping wet you are. the pornographic moan you let out when he slowly slips in another and curves up has his dick twitch so damn hard he thinks he just came untouched. you sound so cute yet so fucking hot, his mind is in a spiral of everything he wants to do to have you moan like that again and again until you're so drunk on pleasure, you only want him all the time.
“shit you're so tight and warm, can't imagine how good you'd feel around my cock,” his eyes keenly hooked on the way you raise your hips to meet the thrusts halfway,”y-yun, ‘s feels too g-good ah,”
“fuck you're so hot and so perfect for me,” his words travel straight to your core having you clench tight around his fingers and all of a sudden you find your oragasm hitting you as violently as jake continues to run you through it, fast and painfully pleasurable. enamoured and obsessed with the way your doe eyes struggle to stay open, mouth parting in a loud whine, back arching and hips shooting up. god you're a piece of art and jake doesn't think he's ever gonna want anyone other than you.
he immediately stands up with you in his arms, walking over to the kitchen counter and placing you gently on the cold marble. his fingers run through your hair in a soft caress, tucking in the messy strands behind your ears,”you sure you want this? we can stop here if you want. just say the word and i’ll stop,”
“wan’ yun to be my first,” you whimper wearily, jake feels his heart skip a couple of beats. your first, he wants to be your last too and you to be his last.
”gonna make you cum so much harder on my cock,” he places his hands on your thighs in a tight grip and forces them apart fervently. he so damn wants to eat you out but he also wants to feel you cum around his cock, it's a hard choice to make but his cock feels so angry and heavy slick from all the precum he shot out each time you whimpered or moaned or whined, if he'd wait to get his dick wet he'd probably actually come untouched from your sounds and reactions alone. and only god knows(jay too oops) how bad jake sim wants the first time he cums with you to be deep inside you. so much so that he might develop a kink of getting you knocked up (nope you're too young for that!)
he takes his pants off in a snap, practically ripping his boxers along with it, grabbing his rock hard dick, throbbing and red at the tip and trusting into his fist a couple of times. breathing heavy at the way you watch him with your lips between your teeth. he wonders how good it'd feel to watch you touch yourself while he does the same, cumming together with your eyes locked. but he probably doesn't have that kind of self control to just watch you touch yourself, when he can do it himself?
he taps his tip against your clit for a hot minute sliding it along your folds in a strained groan. you're so embarrassing wet, it's like jake could shove himself inside immediately and your you'd hardly feel pain for a while. however, holding back his desires, he pushes into you slowly, holding your body close and stroking your back soothingly,”let me know when i can move,” a tender kiss at your forehead, trying to make sure you know you have the say it in.
jake groans as you give him the go seconds later,”mhmmm candy— baby,” moaning soft and lustful as he pulls out till the tip and thrusts all the way in. your insides feel so warm and gummy, walls clenching around him crazy tight. he thinks he'll lose his mind and end up cumming embarrassingly fast like a teen getting pussy for the first time. the way he feels the pleasure throb in his veins so intense all over his body, it's almost numbing.
your hands loop around his neck, fingers scratching at his back as he pounds into you rough, his pace hard and fast pushing all his body weight against you.
“don't think i can ever get enough of you,”
the sight of the thin straps of your dress slipped to the sides, tits almost spilling out of the front gets jake going, fueling him to grab at you anywhere and everywhere his hands can possibly go,”tell me im dreaming fuckkk— i've wanted you for so long, can't count the number of times i've jerked off to the thought of having you like this, so pretty and dumb under me,” all those evenings when you roamed around the unit in the shortest shorts and the smallest crops, driving him mad shit insane, having to sneak off into the bathroom multiple times. fisting his cock hard, groaning and biting back his moans as he got off to the thought of you, while you sat all unaware and innocent on the other side of the wall.
he stops abruptly, pulling out in a frenzy and turning you around on your heels and pushing you by the back of your neck to lay against the cool granite. one hand going down to grab at your thigh and hook it up on the counter, drooling at the way your pussy glistens from the angle. he shoves his dick back in without a warning, feeling your ass collide against him harsh yet fervid.
you both pant in rasps when his cock hits a sensitive spot inside you. he shifts to angle himself just right to repeatedly brush against that spot and you mewl out loud at that, so loud your neighbours probably know what you're up to.
“fuck i can't stand not seeing your cute face,” jake bends over to grab you by your throat, pulling you up and flush against him, head resting back at his shoulders as he forces to look at him, fingers gripping your jaw softly,”eyes on me, okay baby?” grunting from deep within his chest, a wild grin on his face as he watches you get lost in ecstasy,”i’ll get you addicted to my cock,” just like how addicted he already is with your pussy and everything about you.
his other hand reaches up to tug the front of your dress down, groping up one of your tits, a silk touch to see your reaction. loving the way it's so obvious how sensitive you are there. mouth parting open with you in sensuous gasps as he twists your nipple harshly, rubbing the tip with his thumb. your walls clench a little too hard and your back arches off as you push your hips back into him, the tell tale signs of you getting close,”my baby's gonna cum for me?”
holding your jaw to have your eyes trained on him, he unexpectedly inserts his thumb in your mouth pressing against your wet tongue, your red swollen lips too tempting to resist,“fuck yes, show me how pretty you cum,” you mumble out a series of incoherent words in hazy chant.
the hand on your breast slips down to your lower abdomen pressing rashly against his bulge, feeling faint movement of his cock deep inside you. fuck you're so small and delicate. his hold on you tightening as his calloused fingers find your neglected bud, rolling it in quick, tight circles. it's so painful yet you feel so good, tears wailing down your cheeks as your orgasm crashes hard, overwhelming and violent, thighs trembling and pussy clenching uncontrollably. jake's continues to rub your clit, helping you ride out your high. eyes fluttering shut, and swallowing thickly at the sensation of you creaking over his sensitive length, cock throbbing impossibly hard.
jake refuses to stop even after you have come down,”one more candy, i know you can do one more for me,” hips hammering into you at full force, and lips finding yours in ragged breaths. and it dawns on you what exactly you have gotten yourself into when you feel the two of his fingers protruding at your entrance, trying to push in beside his cock,“if you try to close your legs i'm gonna punish you,” he warns making you whine into his mouth.
in a flash he turns your body to face his, quickly shoving his cock and fingers back into you. his other hand spanking the skin of your ass and kneading it a soft caress after. he eyes hypnotized at the view of you taking him in, a white ring of your cum adorning the base of his cock. he spits at your clit, once again toying with the engorged bud, pinching and flicking,”“gonna make you cum until you pass out, fuck i really wanna do that—” your hand darts out to grip at jake's wrist, feeling too overwhelmed with hypersensitivity. wanting to shy away but the pleasure’s so good you can't bring yourself to push him away.
“but it's your first time,” jake mumbles between hoarse grunts.
before you can even realize it yourself your third orgasm courses through you vehemently. body jerking and twitching, almost falling over if not for jake's hold. jets of cum gushing out as you moan loud.
feeling you spill down his cock, all warm and tight, his brutal rhythm falters,”fuck- ‘m gonna cum,” eyes locking with yours as he thrusts once, twice and then stills, burying himself deep, streams of cum shooting out. hot spurt after spurt, swollen cock twitching against your walls. goosebumps all over, his legs quiver from how hard he came.
he stays quiet and motionless for a while, his arms wrapped around your shaking body. breathing in the scent of your shampoo, trying to calm his pounding heart and cock.
“you good candy? i’m sorry, i think i went a little rough on you,” you nuzzle into him in quiet,’its okay’ as he strokes your head, leaving fluttering kisses over your face. picking you up by the thighs he brings you to your bed, laying you down and gently pulling out. groaning at the way all your mixed cum oozes out, pretty little hole clenching around nothing.
exhausted, you let your mind drift, feeling the drowsiness kick in while jake bends between your legs with a wet towel. whining wearily, when his lips wrap around your nub in a suck, the wet sensation of his tongue against your clit like a shot of electricity,”sorry, baby just had to do that once,” he knew he didn't just call you candy for nothing and he was right. grining sheepishly as he wipes the rest of the cum off, cleaning you all up.
“you're nasty,” you manage to whisper out.
“only for you,” the touch of his body is hot and comforting, arms around your waist cuddling closely(and half naked).
“let's shower together in the morning, wanna eat you out so-”
“jake!”
“what? it's the truth!”
the following around four in the afternoon before jake has to leave for his soccer practice, you approach him on the couch, as always re-watching an episode of vincenzo. you haven't talked much about labels, but it's known to everyone that you're sorta together. more like jake is taken by you. his friends weren't too surprised to know about you both, it was obvious jake had the hots for you and from the little hangout at the restaurant they figured it all worked out for him.
“incoming, pocky!” you sit beside him with a banana flavored pocky stick between your teeth, leaning in teasingly.
“oh you want me so bad,” he plays along inch closer and biting it off in a snap, lips barely brushing against yours.
pulling you onto his lap with your back pressed into his chest, he locks you in place, chuckling at the way you attempt to escape. his fingers twirling the ends of your hair as you surrender in seconds, switching to watching the show absent-mindedly,”my parents wanted to meet you,” he drops the bomb, tracing random letters on your skin to distract of the fact that he just mention a meeting with parents.
“as my roommate, actually,” quickly adding the important point, fingers poking at your cheeks like jello.
“so suddenly though?” you think back on all the things you have ever done to him, for them to want to see you. perhaps they think of you as a snobby girl who’s indulging their son’s already unpleasant habits.
“they’ve actually been wanting to meet you for the past three months, i was putting it off but now summer break is starting next week and i have no more excuses to give,” hugging you, he rests his head on the curve of your neck, breathing in the smell of watermelon that surrounds you after you had basically devoured a whole at lunch. “if you don’t want to then you don’t have to, i’ll talk to them,” he assures, not wanting you to feel obligated to agree, or force yourself despite being uncomfortable.
“no it’s okay, we can go meet them. how long will the drive be?” fumbling with his red knuckles, your mind wanders off to when he fingered you, growing hot and embarrassed all of a sudden. hardly listening in on his answers.
when jake leaves for his soccer practice, you find time to complete the trivial chores around the house. watering the plants with a pout, missing jake more than ever. you have completely different majors and you are not in any clubs either to stay after classes. the only time you spend together being the one at the apartment which is also cut down by his frequent practice sessions, sometimes in the morning during weekends and normally most evenings on weekdays. it makes you ponder on whether you should try out for any club, after all these years doing something else besides studying. but you have no idea what you should consider, having no knowledge on which clubs you could be eligible to join.
it takes you two whole weeks and a bunch of outfit checks to find yourself on your way to meet jake's parents. feeling almost weird and exhilarating at how his parents and his older brother welcome you. treating you so well even though they recognize you as nothing more than just his college apartment roommate who helps fix his laptop and tolerates the boy knowing the kind of womanizer he is. appearing more as a meeting with in-laws when you jake and you are not even official yet, more so they have no idea of what's going between you two.
they try their best to make you feel at home. during the lunch as jake had told them beforehand, his mother had a few sweet dishes prepared for you, coddling you just as jake does back at your unit. they talk to you about casual things including your likes and dislikes, what major you are in, whether jake treats you well, if you have any complaints regarding his behavior. it doesn’t feel as awkward as you as thought it would and you didn't have to put on any act as you prepared yourself to do.
in the beginning of your roommate journey, his accent, his voice was the first thing to attract you but slowly as you explored his personality you came to like him for more than just what attracted you to him. now you as you spend time with people closest to him, you understand where he got it all from. the sweet person he is, which you never expected a fuckboy to be, you didn’t even have an ounce of hope that he’ll acknowledge your presence in the apartment when you got to know about his playing around conduct. yet he turned out to be the sweetest boy you’ve ever come around in your life ( and the nastiest perhaps, )
when you are sitting alone with his brother, while jake is away downstairs to bring you something sugary to eat, his brother takes it as a chance to share his thoughts,“you know until i heard him call you candy a while ago, i was under the impression that 'candy’,” he quotes it specially with a movement of his fingers,“is supposedly a cheerleader fling of his after i saw the contact name showing up when he got a call the last time he was here,” giving you a sly look as he catches sight of jake approaching,“turns out it’s you, i never knew he is the type to give such sweet, unique petnames,”
before you leave in the evening, jake makes sure to let them know that you’re toegther, and that he’s not playing around this time. he’s willing to give effort into it and change his usual ways of living, to be better for himself and as well as for you.
on your way there you had thought of a lot things, had a lot of assumptions and expectations. even prepared yourself to hear things that’ll stick to you not so positively. but what stays in your mind now is completely unexpected and opposite of what you had internally composed yourself for. it’s all you can think of in the car and after you’re back in the comfort of your familiar apartment.
cheerleader, not a bad idea—
“oh my god candy, you're gonna be the death of me!” jake pulls you away, dragging you to the back of the bleachers, his cock already rock hard and throbbing with need.
“don't you like it? i thought cheerleaders dressed like this,” you pout at him, fiddling with the ends of the literally shortest skirt of your closet.
“i love it baby, but you can't just show up to practice like that, how am i gonna be able to concentrate when all i can think of you is fucking you,” he groans scanning over your figure again and again, it's like you brought out a hidden desire he didn't even know he had. he'd win every game for you if you were to cheer by the stands like this, the adrenaline of getting to ruin your perfect outfit and your perfect makeup after, putting him on a winning streak.
“teach me to suck you off,” jake loses his mind when you get down on your knees, pushing your hair out of the way and looking up at him through your lashes, doe eyes driving him crazy.
“shit baby, i will,” oh he's so going to corrupt you.
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YOU(R SHOELACES) ARE PRETTY.
p — PARK SUNGHOON x gn! reader. g — fluff, meet cute. w — swearing, secondhand embarrassment because sunghoon doesn't know how to to talk to cute people. 706 words.
note — park sunghoon is a rizzless loser pass it on. PART TWO. if you enjoy loser! hoon, you might also enjoy this other series of mine.
you only came along with your friends to the skatepark because you had nothing better to do, but now you’re starting to regret that decision because for some reason— while you’re sitting on the stands all by yourself, minding your own damned business because you don’t know how to fucking skate— you’ve caught the attention of six to seven guys who don’t look very friendly.
what the hell? why are they staring? sweat starts to wet your palms as you duck down to untie and retie your shoelaces because their staring was really starting to make you uncomfortable. they look like a group of freaking delinquents. they’re definitely nothing but trouble.
but you regret taking your subtle glances off of them for a second too long because for some god damned reason, one of them started to roll up to you.
you feign ignorance, playing with the laces on your other foot because maybe he isn’t skating to your direction. maybe he’s going to make a turn to the ramps or some shit. maybe he’s just passing by and— of fuck, he’s literally three feet away from you now, and he’s got an ice cold face, and a very terrifying scowl, and he looks like he’s about to curb stomp you three feet into the ground.
he’s leering down at you with his hands in his pockets, posture leaned slightly back and confident. his thick eyebrows are slightly furrowed with a frown that’s housing a lollipop stick. he’s handsome, but he looks like he wants to fight you. he’s pretty, but he also looks like he’d call you a pretty stupid bitch. the kuromi band-aid on his cheek doesn’t make him any less intimidating. he takes out the lollipop from his with a pop!
you wince, ready to piss yourself in fear until you hear him say, “h—hey.”
his voice cracks. you look up.
“i think you’re— i think you—” you failed to notice the red staining his neck earlier, nor the sweat nervously trickling down his forehead. you should’ve known he’d be harmless from the cute bandaid decorating his cheek. all the fear you felt is melted every time he stumbles on his words, every time his cheeks grow increasingly pinker by the second, until he gives up and turns around to yell at the group he separated from to tell them to, “shut the fuck up!”
they’re cheering him on, “you can do it, sunghoon!” you’re more confused than you’ve ever been.
the guy you assume is named sunghoon snaps his head back down to face you, brows that were once knitted in annoyance quickly scrunching into a nervous jitter and he measures up a smile that matches his confidence— faltering and falling apart. you’re starting to feel bad.
“i just...i just wanted to say that i think you’re really—”
go on, you encourage him with a nod. you can do it. maybe you shouldn’t have tried to help him, because the moment you give him an assuring smile, ten million emotions flash through his face at once— shock, fluster, panic in shades of pink, rose, and cherry— until he ultimately settles with defeat when he sinks his head down with a pair of hands covering his face, but he can’t hide the color tinting his ears.
“i think...your shoelaces are pretty.”
his voice is muffled. he looks like he wants the ground to eat him.
“thank you?”
“no problem.”
sunghoon spins around, puts the lollipop back into his mouth, and kicks the ground once before letting the momentum from the roller skates slide him back to the direction where he came from, but he’s sliding slowly and pitifully enough for you to hear the, “oh god, oh no, i’m so fucking stupid, oh no—” sputtering from his mouth in quiet grumbles and hisses as his friends continue to cheer him on from a distance.
the back of his neck is still searing red. when he reaches his friends you watch as his legs give up and he sinks into the ground with a cry of anguish.
maybe you shouldn’t have judged the poor guy too quickly. maybe he just wanted to tell you that he thinks you(r shoelaces) are pretty.
YOU(R SHOELACES) ARE PRETTY.
© hannie-dul-set, 2023.
#violently pathetic coding sunghoon anyone who disagrees can fight me for it idc idc he may be a loser but he's MY loser#enhypen x reader#enhypen sunghoon x reader#park sunghoon x reader#sunghoon x reader#enhypen imagines#enhypen sunghoon imagines#park sunghoon imagines#sunghoon imagines#enhypen fluff#enhypen sunghoon fluff#park sunghoon fluff#sunghoon fluff
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enhypen when you have a nightmare that they forget who you are
a/n: i'm (kinda) back...sorry i was mia life has been hectic... also i think i'm shit at writing comfort stuff so pls tell me if this is good 🙏 i love validation !
heeseung ❀
"y/n? y/n, wake up," you felt heeseung gently shaking your shoulder as your eyes opened, heart racing and breathing heavy. you looked up at him for a second, his eyes wide with concern before immediately wrapping your arms around his neck.
he sighed lightly before hugging you back, rubbing his hands up down your back. "bad dream?"
you nodded against his shoulder.
"wanna talk about it?"
you didn't say anything for a minute, just trying to calm your heart down, but all you could think about was the nightmare and the image of your boyfriend unable to recognize you.
"i had a dream that you didn't know who i was. like you forgot me completely." you said quietly.
"baby," heesung pulled away from the hug to look at your eyes. "how could i forget a person like you? or such a pretty face like yours, hmm?" he smiled.
you exhaled, his attempt at lightening the situation putting your heart at ease. heeseung pulled you closer to him as you both lay back down, and gave you a quick peck to your forehead before you both drifted off again.
jay ❀
you jolted awake in bed, heartbeat fast and a strangled cry leaving your lips as your mind tried to process what had just happened in your dream.
"y/n? are you okay?" you heard jay sleepily mumble beside you. he had heard your cry and opened his eyes to see you sitting up with your chest heaving. he sat up and hugged you from behind, kissing the top of your head a few times to calm you down.
"what's wrong, baby? had a nightmare?" he asked while pulling you closer to him so that you were practically in his lap. you hummed quietly, remembering the dream and how you had tapped jay's shoulder from behind only for him to turn around and give you a confused and unwelcoming expression.
"i dreamt that you forgot about me. that you didn't know who i was."
jay pouted at hearing this, unable to imagine a world without you. he gently turned your face towards him and brushed your hair out of your face, kissing your cheek softly.
"impossible," he whispered. "if i forgot you, i'm sure i would have forgotten who i was, too. you're my everything."
you smiled a little at jay's words, returning the kiss on his lips before you both laid down and fell asleep, your boyfriend's arms wrapped around you.
jake ❀
"y/n, wake up darling," jake gently shook your shoulder upon hearing you muttering his name in your sleep, a thin layer of sweat gathering on your forehead.
your eyes opened abruptly as you awoke and sat up while saying his name. your boyfriend looked at you worriedly as you tried to calm yourself down.
he gently pulled you into a hug and kissed your temple as you held onto his shirt tightly. "bad dream, hm?"
"yeah," you whispered, closing your eyes tightly as the sound of your boyfriend in your dream asking 'who are you?' repeated like a backtrack in your mind. you felt your eyes start to tear up as you laid your head on his shoulder.
jake only realized you were crying when he felt his t-shirt suddenly wet and pulled away from the hug, immediately wiping your tears away as you quietly sobbed.
"what happened, baby?" he asked, voice laced with concern. "did i do something in your dream?"
you wiped away the rest of your tears, composing yourself the best you could before speaking. "i dreamed that you didn't know who i was and i got so worried."
jake pulled you back into the hug, stroking your hair gently. "aw, darling. how could i forget you? you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
he continued to whisper words of love to you as your tears stopped completely and soon enough, you were asleep in his arms.
sunghoon ❀
"sunghoon? hoon, can you wake up for a sec?" you quietly asked your asleep boyfriend, tapping his shoulder. your heart felt like it would pop out of your chest, and you really needed your boyfriend right now.
you tapped him a few more times before he drowsily blinked his eyes open and asked, "y/n? what's wrong?"
you sighed in relief at hearing your name fall from his lips. "sorry for waking you, i, uh, had a dream that you forgot who i was, so i wanted to see you."
sunghoon hummed lightly in concern at your response, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. he fixed some of your hair softly and kissed your forehead.
"don't let these things bother you, darling. i could never forget you even if i tried," he said, looking straight into your eyes, his clearly full of love.
"a nightmare is just something in your head; i'm here in reality, and i remember you, don't i? your name is y/n, right?" he joked.
you laughed softly at his humor and snuggled closer to him, responding with a quick, "it is." you let him stroke your hair as you both drifted to sleep, nightmare long forgotten.
sunoo ❀
feeling uneasy, you opened your eyes from sleep, heart beating fast and breathing uneven. sunoo was beside you, his arm draped over you as he softly played with your hair.
"hi, sweetheart," he gave you a gentle smile. "you feeling okay? i heard you making some noises."
the memories of the dream came flooding back into your mind as sunoo stroked your back gently, tears welling in your eyes.
"hey, it's okay, everything's okay," he cooed, bringing you closer to him. "why are you crying, hm? had a bad dream?"
you sighed, wiping the tears away. "yeah, bad dream. you didn't remember who i was, but i don't want to talk about it right now."
"y/n~ i could never forget you, okay? i love you wayyy too much for that."
you chuckled lightly at his words. "can we stay like this for a bit?"
"for as long as you want, darling."
sunoo's arm was wrapped around you as you snuggled into him, his presence enough to comfort you.
jungwon ❀
"jungwon?" you called out, voice shaking as your eyes adjusted to the dark, your rapid heartbeat making you feel anxious.
"y/n, you're up," jungwon replied in relief. he was sitting up, a cup of water in his hands. "have this."
you sat up slowly, hands shaking as you reached for the glass. jungwon smiled softly, bringing the glass to your lips and having you drink some water as he held the cup instead.
"thank you," you responded softly.
he placed the glass on the table before turning to you and moving your legs into his lap. "you had a nightmare?" he gently began moving his hands up and down your legs, gently pressing and massaging them.
"mhm," you said quietly, watching his hands move. "how did you know?"
he smiled. "you were sleep talking and your legs were twitching so much you almost kicked me... you wanna talk about the dream?"
you remembered the nightmare, the thought of your lovely boyfriend not recognizing you stressing you out.
"there wasn't too much to it, you didn't remember me in the dream and i think i just got really scared."
he reached over and left a long kiss on your forehead. "nothing could make me forget you, hm? don't worry about something like that." he shifted the position you were in so that you were both laying down beside each other.
"sorry for almost kicking you..."
ni-ki ❀
you jumped in bed, a shout of your boyfriend's name leaving your lips as you gasped for air.
niki woke from the sound, turning the side table's lamp on to get a better look at you. "y/n, are you okay?" he asked softly, seeing how frightened you looked.
you turned to look at him, face flushed. you gulped before responding, "y-yeah, i just had a bad dream, it's nothing." you waved your hand, dismissing the matter before laying back down.
niki laid beside you, grabbing your trembling hands and planting a kiss on the back of each one. "talk to me, y/n, what happened?" he asked, interlocking your fingers with his.
you inhaled shakily, hands relaxing in his warm palms. "i had a nightmare that you couldn't remember me. like, you turned around and looked so confused and annoyed at who i was and i just, i got really nervous and i-"
your boyfriend finished your thought with a kiss to your lips and a small smile. "forget you? annoyed with you? baby, where do you get these thoughts in your head from, hm? you're my favorite person."
you let out a breath at his sweet words, relieved to have such a kind boyfriend. niki wrapped his arm around you, followed by his leg, practically trapping you.
"you're stuck with me whether you like it or not."
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BIRTHDAY CALL ! park sunghoon
PAIRING. classmate!hoon x classmate!reader
WARNINGS. none that i’m aware of :)
WORD COUNT. 1117
N. happy birthday to the loml, my handsome boy with the prettiest dimples ever! idk what this is btw i wanted to make it an smau??? we shall see
“hello?” as soon as the almost melodic sound of sunghoons voice echoed through your bedroom from your phone on speaker, you began to deeply regret letting your friends convince you to prank call sunghoon.
to be fair, at the time their words of convincing seemed extremely plausible; there was a slim chance of sunghoon realising that it was you speaking, since you were on no caller id and the times that he’d actually held a conversation with you was little.
it wasn’t that you didn’t want to, it was just far too nerve wracking. who wouldn’t be nervous to talk to a man with a face like that?
sure, you had loads of mutual friends and there were many opportunities to speak to him but the fear of blabbering like a buffoon in front of sunghoon was scarier than anything you’d imagine. so, this was your only chance of having some fun with the guy. it was harmless, and a great way to end your night with a smile on your face after hearing his voice.
that being said, you should have just stopped after hearing him say “hello?”
but, nope. that definitely was not what happened following.
shakily, you scramble to unmute the call and frantically look at your friends sitting around you, “i heard you’re good at math!”
your friends furrow their eyebrows at you, mouthing words of a frenzy since this was far from what was rehearsed. originally, the plan was to say a silly joke about his football jersey and tell him how good looking he was. but, clearly your mind had ideas of their own.
sunghoon chuckles into the phone, and the noise of him closing a door is evident, “yeah, i’d say i am. why?”
there wasn’t a single thought behind your next actions, “oh, well this might be easy to understand then! are you math? because i can’t understand my feelings around you.”
your friends facepalm, throwing their heads into your nearby pillows to muffle their sounds of dismay upon quite possibly the cheesiest thing they’ve ever heard.
sunghoon booms with laughter, almost in disbelief, and you can hear the smile plastered on his lips as he says, “i’m pretty sure anyone would understand that pick up line, even if they weren’t good at math.”
“you’re right,” you bite your lip, feeling your stomach churn as the call goes silent for a moment.
“i have to say,” sunghoon exhales, “i expected better from you, y/n.”
“huh?” you gasp, your breathing rates growing faster with each passing second.
again, the sounds of sunghoon rummaging around in his room are coursing through your ears; if the sounds of his movements weren’t clear enough before, they certainly were right now due to your immense fear upon him realising it was you who had decided to call him the evening before a lesson with him. the room suddenly reeked of your desperation to hear his voice, which was the mere reason for you calling him in the first place.
“i’m pretty sure this is you, y/n,” sunghoon lightly laughs into the phone. “make sure you do your biology notes for tomorrows lesson.”
and with that, the phone call cuts. the phone slips out of your hand as all colour in your skin seeps out of your body.
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fingers white and slippery from how hard you’re clutching your books that sweat begins to form, making your hands clammy. your eyes clamp shut as you step into the biology classroom, looking down at the floor in order to not make eye contact with the oh, so beautiful boy who sits on the desk a mere five feet away from you.
although you focus on everything else in the room, his eyes boring into you is the only thing you can notice and feel. clearing your throat, you slip into your seat and frantically open your textbooks, reciting a silent prayer begging for the lesson to go by faster than ever. as you focus on the suddenly jumbled words on your textbook, you can hear people greeting sunghoon and wishing him a happy birthday.
“thanks, man,” sunghoon smiles up at one of his friends.
“are you doing anything for your birthday?” his friend asks, also taking a seat since class was about to start.
sunghoon takes a breath, and you can feel his eyes on you once again, “maybe? we’ll see.”
the bell chimes beautifully, announcing that it was okay to run out of the classroom. victory could only last so long with the sweet taste of it being ripped away from you seconds after escaping the suffocating class room, you felt a hand on your backpack pull you to another direction.
looking over your shoulder, you saw a smirking sunghoon standing over you with a hand tightly grasped around the strap of your backpack.
“aren’t you going to wish me a happy birthday?” sunghoon smiles warmly, towering over you as he stands with his hands in his pockets.
“oh, happy birthday,” you say, swiftly despite my throat feeling dry from the anxiety of having him standing so close, knowing what you had done the previous evening.
sunghoon laughs, just like he had done the night before. you watch his dimples appear in his cheeks as his nose scrunches up and his eyes curl into the cutest crescents you’ve ever seen.
“what’s so funny?” you gulp, adjusting your backpack.
“you. you’re funny,” sunghoon breathes out. “was my phone call your birthday gift to me?”
after the phone call, your friends had decided that feigning innocence was the best option, “i’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
sunghoon rolls his eyes, “don’t try it. i know how your voice sounds. i’ve been in your class for three years.”
you frown, “was it that obvious?”
sunghoon chuckles, “yes! just because we don’t talk that often doesn’t mean i wouldn’t know! i’m not that slow.”
“but, still,” you mutter, somewhat disappointed. yet, there was something so heartwarming about knowing how sunghoon recognised your voice. perhaps all that participating in schools and presentations had been worth the embarrassment, since sunghoon could now easily distinguish your voice.
sunghoons still staring at you with a kind smile, “you know what would make my birthday even better that it already has been?”
you shake your head as sunghoon takes a step closer.
“go out with me,” sunghoon asks, raising one of his perfectly carved eyebrows.
“as if i’d say no,” you reciprocate his the wide grin across his cheeks. “only because it’s a birthday gift.”
with a bite of your lip, hoping he realises your attempt at making a smooth joke. by the amused expression painted over his face, sunghoon definitely has.
“that’s the only reason?” he ponders, acting disappointed. “what a shame. i thought you were interested in me.”
you straighten up, “what would happen if i was?”
“then, i’d ask you for your number. so you don’t get any more random ideas to prank call me instead of asking me out like a normal person,” sunghoon looks down at you with twinkling eyes.
you roll your eyes, “give me your phone.”
“gladly,” sunghoon beams.
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⚝︎ first snow . . . park sunghoon
synopsis. you witnessed the first snow together with your boyfriend sunghoon on your one year anniversary.
p. boyfriend!sunghoon x fem!reader g. fluff, established relationship w. kisses, teasing wc. 1175 (1.1k) mlist.
AS YOU STEPPED OUT of the warm and cozy café, the brisk november air hit you, sending chills down your spine. you breathed out a misty cloud of air, feeling your cheeks turn rosy. sunghoon wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, and you both looked up at the darkening sky. the air was thick with anticipation, and you felt your heart pounding in your chest.
"look," sunghoon murmured, his voice soft and filled with wonder, pointing towards the heavens. delicate flakes of snow began to drift down from the sky, twirling and dancing in the air before finally landing on the ground, covering the world in a soft, white blanket. the snowflakes were so intricate and beautiful that you couldn't help but stare in awe.
your eyes widened in delight, and you reached out a hand to catch a snowflake. sunghoon chuckled at your childlike enthusiasm, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "you look beautiful," he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours.
a blush crept up your cheeks, and you looked down, feeling a warmth spread through your heart. sunghoon gently lifted your chin with his finger, making you meet his gaze once again. slowly, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing there, lost in the moment.
pulling back slightly, sunghoon intertwined his fingers with yours, the warmth of his hand providing a comforting contrast to the coldness of the snow around you. "happy anniversary," he said softly, his voice filled with love and affection.
you smiled up at him, feeling your heart swell with happiness. "happy anniversary," you echoed, leaning your head against his shoulder as you both continued to watch the snowfall.
as you both continued to stand there, mesmerized by the falling snow, sunghoon gently reached up to adjust the snow hat on your head, making sure your ears were covered and protected from the cold. you felt the soft fabric of the hat against your skin, grateful for the warmth it provided. sunghoon's eyes twinkled with affection as he admired you, his hands lingering on your cheeks for a moment longer than necessary.
noticing your hands trembling slightly from the cold, sunghoon swiftly removed his gloves and placed them on your hands, his fingers brushing against yours in the process. "here, these will keep your hands warm," he said with a gentle smile. you looked down at his gloves, feeling touched by his thoughtful gesture. the gloves were slightly big for your hands, but the warmth they provided made you feel closer to sunghoon than ever before.
sunghoon then wrapped a scarf around your neck, the soft fabric feeling comforting against your skin. he carefully tucked the ends of the scarf under your coat, ensuring you were bundled up and protected from the chilly night air. you smiled gratefully at him, feeling cherished and cared for.
"i want to keep you warm," sunghoon whispered, his eyes filled with warmth and love as he looked at you. you felt your heart flutter at his words, the love and tenderness in his gaze making you feel like the most special person in the world.
feeling emboldened by the intimacy of the moment, you reached up to adjust sunghoon's scarf, making sure he, too, was bundled up properly. he chuckled at your actions, his laughter warm and infectious. "thank you," he said softly, his eyes shining with gratitude.
you both continued to walk hand in hand through the snow-covered streets, the soft crunch of snow beneath your feet creating a rhythmic soundtrack to your evening. every now and then, sunghoon would pull you close, his arm wrapping around you protectively, as you both admired the winter scenery around you.
as the snow continued to fall around you, each snowflake unique and mesmerizing, sunghoon's gaze remained fixed on you. he seemed to be searching for something in your eyes, something that would encapsulate the depth of his feelings for you.
"do you remember our first date?" sunghoon suddenly asked, his voice soft and nostalgic. you looked up at him, surprised by the sudden change in topic but intrigued nonetheless.
"of course," you replied with a smile, memories of that day flooding back. "how could i forget?"
sunghoon's lips curled into a tender smile as he recalled that special day. "i knew from that moment that you were someone special," he confessed, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity. "i've never felt this way about anyone before."
you felt your heart swell with emotion, touched by his heartfelt confession. "i feel the same way, sunghoon," you whispered, reaching up to caress his cheek. "you mean the world to me."
sunghoon's eyes sparkled with happiness, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. the world around you seemed to disappear once again as you lost yourselves in each other's embrace, the falling snow serving as a magical backdrop to your love-filled moment.
pulling away slightly, sunghoon looked deep into your eyes, his expression serious yet filled with love. "i have a wish," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
you looked at him curiously, your heart pounding in anticipation. "what is it?" you asked.
a playful smile tugged at the corners of sunghoon's lips as he replied, "i'm afraid if i say it out loud now, it might not come true."
your smile fell from your face as you slapped his shoulder.
sunghoon chuckled at your playful reaction, his eyes dancing with mischief. "i'm just teasing," he said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
you rolled your eyes at him but couldn't help but smile. "you're so mean," you pouted, though the affection in your voice was unmistakable.
"i am not mean!" sunghoon protested, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "i just wanted to see that adorable pout on your face."
you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head in amusement. "you're lucky you're cute," you teased, reaching up to playfully ruffle his hair.
sunghoon grinned, his eyes sparkling with delight at your playful gesture. "i think i'm the luckiest man alive then," he said, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
sunghoon's heartfelt words made your heart swell with love and gratitude. the playful banter between you two always brought a smile to your face, reminding you of the deep connection and bond you shared.
as you both continued to stand there, lost in each other's embrace, you knew that this snowfall would forever hold a special place in your heart. it wasn't just about witnessing the first snow of the season; it was about sharing this magical moment with the person you loved more than anything in the world.
and as the snow continued to fall around you, each snowflake a testament to the love and connection you shared, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had sunghoon by your side, everything would be alright.
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𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 & 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒; 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 —teaser
pairing: ceo!park sunghoon x coffee shop owner!fem!reader
genre: one night stand, fake relationship, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, and accidental pregnancy.
summary: Park Sunghoon was done with his grandfather begging for an heir. Being the CEO of the Northern Branch, Sunghoon wasn't ready for a relationship just yet and neither was he ready to have a baby. So, after being arranged a blind date, he meets you, and soon convinces you to run away with him far away from your dates, as you were arranged a blind date as well with a different guy. And after a night of talking, flirting and alcohol, you both ended up in an hotel bed. Being attracted to an stranger wasn't in your plans, but soon everything goes to hell when you discover that you are pregnant with sunghoon's child.
release date: between late november and mid-december
2nd installment for CEOs & ARRANGEMENTS with enha 02z
“So, you’re a CEO?”
Sunghoon’s cheeks blushed from the amount of alcohol that he had chugged down. And you were not innocent, either, your hair was kind of messy from how much time you had combed it back with your fingers, and your mind was racing in a million places because of the two bottles of Henri Bourgeois that you had shared with the flushed boy in front of you.
“Yep, Park Sunghoon, Northern Branch.” His voice came out like a tumble, his mind not processing what his sentences meant. He was not a person to drink, he usually did not do it, especially with a person he just met, and especially not in his hotel room, but tonight he felt in a place of trust, and you felt the same, except that the only difference was that you were somebody to drink with friends, but not with people who you had just met.
You pressed your elbows against the table, your teeth clutching against the tip of your nail. “Who would’ve thought that I’d be sitting in front of the famed Park Sunghoon? I guess it’s a one-in-a-million-type of situation.” “Especially, if I’m getting drunk on glasses of wine while having him sat across from me.”
“Who would’ve thought? I just came to New York to finish some unsolved company partnerships, and now I’m ending my trip with a forced blind date that I just escaped from, with a pretty, tipsy girl who I took with me in the process.” He answered sluggishly, his brows lifting up with sarcasm as he spoke.
Your brain suddenly stopped tracing around, by just emphasizing one word he said.
“You think I’m pretty?” Your voice came out like a wave, a small smile setting on your mouth.
“Why wouldn’t I? You are the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen.”
“It makes me happy that you think I’m pretty, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t think that I’m pretty. I’m pretty sure that I’m pretty.” You suddenly rambled, the words came out fast as a train, all because your nerves and the alcohol took complete control over you. But, Sunghoon just found it funny in his drunken state, he found it adorable, to say the least.
He was almost slushed on the table, his arm being completely settled on the wooden board.
For you, he looked so handsome, his arms were toned, and it was visible against his dress shirt, his fingers slender and delicate, you were convinced that his hands were soft as silk pillows.
But his face was absolutely gorgeous, with features that could've been chosen by the Greek Gods themselves.
"You are so handsome, like really handsome, the type of handsome that was kissed and blessed by Aphrodite and Princess Diana." The words vomited out of your mouth like a splutter. You weren't expecting your drunken state to reveal such a thought, but when you looked at Sunghoon it didn't seem to bother him.
"Kissed by Aphrodite and Princess Diana? Never heard of such compliment." His voice came out slurred and dazed, but it sounded as if he was in a dream-like state.
His lips were red and glossy, his eyes shone from the reflection of the New York lights. The more you looked at his lips, the more you wanted him to touch every part of your body.
"Well, now you've heard it…"
He tapped his chin for a moment before unexpected words came out of his mouth.
"What if I told you that it would be a real compliment if you told me that I was kissed by you?" Your heart skipped a beat as your stomach fell and came back up from the impression. Your heartbeat quickened and did everything it could to go back to normal.
You got up from your chair, walking towards him with tremendous mischief. I'm pretty sure it was the immense amounts of alcohol acting up for you.
His figure sat in front of you, his gaze analyzing every single part of your body, especially your lips, and the shimmer on your eyes.
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
"Oh, Cindy! I want you to do that and more."
Never in your life did you think that you would be taking a pregnancy test inside a pharmacy bathroom.
But you were going through desperate times. It needed to be done as quickly as possible. It was mostly because you needed to calm your frantic nerves and also get out of any doubts that you had. The worst part was the fact that you wouldn't be worrying about this if you just didn't run away from your blind date with a complete stranger.
Complete stranger that could possibly be the father of this possible baby.
You just needed to confirm if you were actually pregnant.
"Shit!"
Two lines.
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BOYFRIEND TEXTS ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ PARK SUNGHOON
warnings: cursing, they almost burn a pizza (they did) , y/n is sick in one of the scenarios,let me know if there’s anything else !! | em’s note i’ve decided to do this for all the boys 🤩🫶 also i realized how i’m just texting myself, and then i got sad 😁
jungwon heeseung jay jake sunghoon sunoo ni-ki
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for well and for good | park sunghoon
pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader
genre: angst
wc: 1k
warnings: allusions to a toxic past relationship (sunghoon and unnamed ex), crying (a lot), hurt-no-comfort fic, heartbreak; sunghoon realises his feelings for you too late
a/n: all i want is to break hearts <3
a/n pt 2: umm, not a solid plot but more so like a scene building concept?
there wasn’t a more heartbreaking moment than this, not for sunghoon; not even when the consequences of his actions that led him here had played out exactly as you had warned him it would.
now it was too late, and beg as he might, a heavy feeling in his chest slowly settled against his favour, a premonition turning true and cry as much as he wanted, everything was spiralling out of control so fast, he wasn’t sure who he should save first.
“(y/n)...(y/n) please, i can’t do this, i can’t live without you. i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, please don’t leave, i need you…i love you.”
the more he weeped for a lost cause, the more it hurt your chest and ripped you apart piece by piece but you made no attempts at stopping the pain.
everyone had always assumed that you and sunghoon would be the endgame. it was so obvious! you both were head over heels for each other, but of course, of course the heart wavers ever so often now and then. sunghoon let himself ignore all the signs, pretend that the affection and sweet words weren’t another ploy for his wealth, his looks, his popularity, the safety and love he was so willing to provide someone, because he was always so very generous. generous and ridiculously naive; always looking to give away a piece of himself to anyone who so much as asked for it.
and a man in love is hard to sway again, especially when the man is sunghoon, with his giving nature and so much love that filled his heart that he couldn’t contain it any longer.
words were said – spit almost venomously at the cost of saving face and pride, and how dare you question his love and hers, when you had no business? how dare you make assumptions about this beautiful woman who loved him – at least he hoped she did – as much as he did?
and then…and then everything you said came true. your warnings carefully etched themselves like knife carvings on a paper – vehemently and so very stubbornly irreversible. now he’s here, after months of grieving not just the loss of his trust in love, but also you. and he had to make things right, but how does one convince a person they've broken and trampled upon so mercilessly, that they are indeed in love with them?
how does sunghoon convince you that he’s so utterly in love with you that he could physically feel the pain of your pointed ignoring and cold looks? how does he even begin to express how sorry he was when the unsaid apology squeezed the breath out of him in aggrieved pants? how does sunghoon not lose you again?
“”i’m sorry hoon, i can’t do this anymore. i can’t love you anymore, i don’t want to love you anymore…you’ve hurt me too much.”
“(y/n) please, please i beg you,”
and beg he did; getting down on his knees on the cold tile floors of your living room, he wrapped his arms around your waist and dampened your shirt with his hot tears. neither he nor you were making much sense of this conversation anymore.
he felt you shake in his embrace, your own tears and gasps of air breaking his chants of an apology, his hands tightening around you to physically feel your touch after months.
“hoon stop it,” a wretched sob, ugly as it sounded when it tumbled out of your lips in pain, like a helpless rotten fruit falling off its branches, makes you whimper and clutch onto the clinging man's hand who refused to let you go.
in a hurried motion sunghoon is up on his feet, holding you by the shoulder that shakes with the cries staining your cheeks.
“i can’t live without you, please give me another chance,” he shakes his head frantically, mumbling out his words in a frenzy as he is yet again painfully reminded of exactly how weighted his words were and how much truth they held in them. it weighed him down, your refusal to look past this, like a sack of cotton drowning in water, and yet he could not bring himself to blame you, hoping against hope that his words would make a change.
his lips find your forehead, pressing down on them in a hot kiss; the trembling of his lips breaks you, you wish would stop – but he doesn’t. he’s kissing your shoulder, your arms, your wrists, your palms and he’s kissing your forehead – again and again and again and again – until you push yourself away, your eyes closed, shaking your head.
“don’t, it’s time we stopped this. we can’t hope for things that were never meant to be.”
sunghoon was standing on the edge of a cliff, and you just pushed him off into a bottomless pit that made his insides curl into themselves, his hands shooting in the air for something to grasp but there’s only air that passes through his fingers like bullets.
in his last attempt he kisses you on the lips. he holds your face so gently and kisses you so deeply and for a moment you feel yourself swaying. you let him kiss you, because you know this would be the last time you would let this happen. you whimper into his mouth and he lets a broken sob tumble on your lips where it stays as a reminder of this very moment, searing you both apart. you don’t kiss back.
“stop it, please. you’re hurting me.” it’s a whispered plea, but to sunghoon it’s a huge boulder that blocks his way from you. you’ve planted it there for once and for all, and he knows that there’s nothing he can do to make you move it.
“i’m sorry, i love you, but i don't want to anymore. i’m sorry.”
sunghoon rests his forehead against yours, your tears mingled and continuous and he knows he’s lost you now, for well and for good.
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Texts with your besties, Enhypen! (pt 3)
warnings: swearing, mean(ish) jokes, PURELY FICTIVE
pairings: enhypen x f/reader
☾a/n: I always geek over text convo posts and I also really enjoy making them because you can really capture their personalities and humor in it. I also think we need more platonic enhypen works so I am here to provide. hope you guys enjoy!!! :)
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BF!SUNGHOON WHO...
pairing: park sunghoon x reader
genre: fluff, headcanons, established relationship
warnings: skinship, kisses, kinda suggestive ;)
wc:325
a/n:thank you anon for your req! not proofread :((
bf!sunghoon who is so shy that he almost spilled his coffee while asking you out, and felt like he was on the top of the world when you agreed
bf!sunghoon who literally towers over you and loves to take advantage of that fact
bf!sunghoon who lives to see you blush and shy away from him
bf!sunghoon who is a hidden little spoon but would rather die than accept it out loud, but you sneakily recorded him confessing to that while he was drunk
bf!sunghoon who gets so flustered once you try to tease him, almost feels like second hand embarrassment but you both know that he loves it
bf!sunghoon whose ears go red the moment you make the first move
bf!sunghoon who always intentionally convinces you that you don't need an extra jacket just so he can lend you his when you need one
bf!sunghoon who was convinced that you were the one when he saw you falling face first during your ice skating date part-13456
bf!sunghoon who loves it when you run your hands through is hair, it almost feels like all his stress magically disappears the moment your fingers touch his scalp
bf!sunghoon who is a slow but passionate kisser, loves to slightly bite your lips just to get a reaction out of you
bf!sunghoon who acts like he doesn't care much about birthdays and anniversaries, but he almost cried when you posted your story at 00:15 because you were busy wishing him irl
bf!sunghoon who doesn't let you open your doors, carry your bags and all that shebang
bf!sunghoon who threw out the one jake's photocard you accidentally pulled
bf!sunghoon who loves to go out for late night dates with you
bf!sunghoon who can't fall asleep without hearing your voice, if your time zones don't align expect lots and lots of voicemails from your lover boy
pls reblog if you liked !!
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☆ MY PRETTY DOLL ! ( enhypen hyung line reaction to you in a lingerie )
╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾.
𝒏o𝓉ℯs. enhypen losing their sanity 𖥔 ݁ SMUT MDNI, requested fem!reader LIB? word count ` 1074 PLS REBLOG!!
𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚
"my pretty little slut, you did this on purpose didn't you?" heeseung's fingers thrust in and out of you at an animalistic pace. the wet sounds echoing in the room, adding onto the arousal of watching yourself on the mirror. your back rests against his chest as he holds your legs apart with his own. one hand fingering the fuck out of you and the other grip your throat to force you to keep your eyes at the vulgar image infront.
"falling asleep on my bed with this on, baby you're so dirty and desperate," he grunts at the lewd sight, mentally drooling over the scene of you trying to push your hips forward to meet his fingers when he slows down a bit.
heeseung swears he almost stopped breathing when he came across you passed out on top of his covers, dressed in the prettiest lingerie. more like pretty you making the lingerie look so pretty. the thought of you waiting in his room like that to give him a surprise fueling his inner sex demons. feeling more turned on than ever. grinning sheepishly over his intentions.
"come on now, ride me baby," his arms hook around you as he manhandles you onto his lap. carressing your trembling thighs and slapping your pussy. he rests his palms on the bed, watching you struggle to put his cock inside after all the edging he put you through. cooing at your whiney protests to let you cum, cute and pathetic and hot. so cruel but you loved it and he knew you loved it.
𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚
"fuck baby, i can see your pussy from here," jay groans, feeling his dick twitch hard in his pants. the sleep lolling him from the previous night he spent gaming, immediately vanishing. he is so wide awake right now, orbs bulging out at the sight of you twirling in the middle of his room, showing off the lingerie you just got, for him.
it barely covers your ass, and it barely— wrong it does not cover your pussy at all, he can see it so clearly he thinks he'll grow crazy. frozen in his seat, gulping at every thought that comes to his mind, things he'd do to you right now.
"is it pretty?" you ask, looking at him with doe eyes, he feels he'll bust a nut right then and there. his cock throbbing with anticipation as he gets up from the chair, walking over to where you stand. calloused hands gently brush against everywhere, taking his time to admire your look, trying to imprint the image of it in his brain. "jayyy, do i look pretty? do you like thi—"
"yes baby, so so pretty. so fucking pretty," he's immediately grabbing you by the waist and throwing you on the bed. impatient all of a sudden as he rips the pathetic thread of a panty and shoving down his pants, thrusts his impossibly hard dick so rough into you, it's like he lost control. you drive him batshit crazy and jay doesn't know if it's good or worse that you fucking know it and use it to get what you want.
𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡
"give me a little show, princess," jake's hands twitch with desperation, so restless to touch you. though the need to savour the sight of you in that racy lingerie is strong he can't help but be seated, tense and aroused, eyes locked on your figure.
"shit, you're beautiful," the way the lace hugs your skin with the little sneak peaks of skin showing him exactly what he wants to see but not entirely what he wants to see and it makes him feel feral.
"won't you touch me?" you whine sultrily, and jake feels like a hybrid in rut, his body heating up beyond sane, dick throbbing every other second, feeling hyper aware of his surroundings and possibilities of all that he could do to and with you. he pulls you against him lips landing on yours in an instant, the messiest kiss you have ever shared, rushed and gasping for breath. there's just so much he wants to do right now he can't seem to decide what to start with, malfunctioning poorly.
"fuck, jake," yet he finds it in him to begin with rubbing you over your pretty panties, quick circles with his fingers pressing hard against your sensitive folds,"yes baby, gonna make you feel so good," he pushes you to lay on the edge of the bed before forcing your legs far apart in a snap. getting on his knees and leaving fluttering kisses on you inner thighs. shoving your panties aside and diving in to eat you out at once. from kitten licks to lapping at your slick, from tiny kisses for a tease to lips harshly sucking at your engorged clit. jake was absolutely crazed.
𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡
"sunghoon! what are you doing!" you squeal, squirming in place as sunghoon suddenly grabs you from the corridor into his dark room, and cornering you against his desk roughly pulls your oversized shirt(his shirt) up. door slightly ajar, an open chance for anyone to peak in.
"couldn't help but wonder if you're still wearing it," he whispers, hands fondling your breasts harsh and sloppy over the lace material. just an hour earlier, while he was out with jay you sent him a picture of you dressed in the most gorgeous set of lingerie ever. looking so innocently sexy he felt his breath knocked right out of him, dick hard and leaking in the middle of the mall.
"mhp— they'll h-hear us," but that is least of sunghoon's concern right now, they have heard him fuck you before, multiple times. all he cares about is that you're here, putty in his arms, adorning the hottest thing you have ever worn, fabric barely covering your intimate parts. just touching you like this makes him feel so high on cloud nine, the rush of pleasure in your little whimpers and moans trying to be quiet. nothing is more important than this.
"let them hear, fuck you're so damn pretty i'll cum just from this," his breath is ragged, fast and shuttering as he watches your face contort into the prettiest of expressions while his hand stuffed in your panties, plays with your pussy. fingers switching between flicking and pinching at the little bud and plunging into your slicked hole in slow thrusts.
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to know is to love ; sunghoon enhypen
synopsis ; remembering is a love language and sunghoon makes sure to show it every single time.
genre ; remembering is a love language, established couple, fluff !!, i am a sucker for people remembering the smallest things about me
parings ; sunghoon x reader, mentions of jake
word count ; 1.0k words
a/n ; hello everyone !! it’s been almost a month since i was last active .. sch has been so hectic i hate it so much </33 anyways i MAY be more active again but enjoy this sunghoon fic :)
sunghoon isn’t that affectionate of a person. everyone knows that. you knew that. he doesn’t mind skinship when it comes to you, but he rarely ever expresses his feelings.
he was also a forgetful person. he constantly forgot any assignments due, or how once he promised jake to walk his dog but completely forgot about it.
but when it comes to you, he will make sure to remember the smallest of details, even if you think it’s ‘too small’.
“hey, let’s go to that restaurant,” he once suggested to you after a long day of lectures. you raised an eyebrow at him. what restaurant?
“you know, the one you said you wanted to go,” he looked at your confused face and laughed before putting an arm over your shoulder, his smile reflecting yours. “you saw a video about it and showed it to me and was all like ‘let’s go there’, remember?”
you squinted your eyes, trying to remember. since when did you say that? you couldn’t even remember.
sunghoon laughed and he was now holding your hand, dragging you along with him. “let’s just go, you will know it.”
you in fact, did know the place he was talking about. the restaurant completely slipped your mind. you showed him a video of the place weeks ago, saying how you both should go there as an offhand comment. you didn’t think sunghoon would have actually listened and remembered, though.
while eating the food that you now started to crave, sunghoon grabbed the unopened can of coke in front of you and poured your drink into the cup, pushing it towards you.
it was something sunghoon always did whenever you both ate together. he would pour your drink for you and make you have a sip before eating your food. you weren’t sure when he started, though you were almost sure that he started doing it from before you both even started dating.
“sunghoon,” you called out after he poured your drink for you. “yeah?” he replied back, smiling.
“why do you always do that?” you have never questioned him about this before. you just thought he was being kind when he really didn’t have to. “did you do this before we got together?”
sunghoon raised an eyebrow at you. “do what?”
you pointed at the drink and the empty can in his hand. “that, pouring my drink.”
he blinked at you before realising what you meant, and then let out a small chuckle. “oh, that?”
he smiled at you before taking a bite out of his pasta. “drink first then i will talk.”
you rolled your eyes and took a sip, before turning back to him with a curious look in your eyes. sunghoon smiled at you, appreciating and taking in the sight of you. he loves you so much, even if he rarely says it.
“you never drink while eating, like never. your drink just stays unopened until you finish so i thought i would do it just to make you drink,” he grinned at you before taking out another bite of his meal. “this is really good, do you want some?”
you blinked, processing his words. you had the habit of not drinking while eating. you always ate first and only drink once you were done. you didn’t think sunghoon noticed that about you, in fact, it’s something you didn’t even realise you did.
“i … do that?”
sunghoon nods, before pushing his meal towards you. “eat this, it’s good. we should come here next time.”
“how?”
he tilted his head, taking a sip of his own drink. “how what? how to come back here? i mean there’s the bus, or train, maybe walking on a good day-“
“how did you know that?” you interrupted. “honestly, i never thought i did that.”
sunghoon shrugged and smiled at you, now picking up a forkful of pasta and putting it in your hands. “i just do,” he smiled softly, urging you to eat a bite of his meal. “now, eat.”
still ignoring the forkful of pasta that was now in your hand, you thought about what he said. “what other things you know?” you asked.
sighing, sunghoon now grabbed the fork off your hands. “do you really want to know?”
you nod, curious.
sunghoon paused and thought about it before clearing his throat. he knew so much about you, what should he even say?
“well, i know that you always pull your necklace whenever you get nervous, you especially pull it even more when you have to present in front of the class”—you let out a giggle—“you literally start pulling your sleeves up and your eyes go really big when you have some sort of crazy idea. you squint your eyes when you try to remember something as if you are trying to see what you remember.”
he laughed at the memory of the numerous times he have seen you done that. “you make sure you have a couple of dog toys laying around your house whenever my dog or jake’s dog comes over. i have literally seen you just throw them around so that they can ‘find’ it and play with it.”
“you really wanted to go to a museum so surprise, i got tickets to go there this weekend.”
“i think your favourite colour is blue because it is the colour of the sky and you used to love cloud watching as a kid and-“
you stopped him right there, leaning over and giving him a peck on the lips to cut him off. “okay, just say you are downbad for me and move on,” you teased, making sunghoon turn red in the face. was it really that obvious?
whenever it comes to you, sunghoon never shuts up.
“but how do you know all that?” you asked again. “i don’t think i have ever said anything.”
sunghoon shrugged, now feeding you the forkful of pasta that you kept ignoring. “because,” he started to say while he watches you finally take a bite. “i don’t have to ask just to know.” he paused while he nudged for you to take another sip of your drink.
“i just know you.”
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ENHYPEN Imagines
ENHYPEN Sunghoon Mafia Special
pairings: park sunghoon x reader
synopsis: married life with mafia boss sunghoon.
word count: 2k
warnings: violence, mention of fight and blood. (tell me if i missed something)
important note📎: if you haven’t read the one shot about park sunghoon as mafia, you have to read it first before reading this. you can find there fic › here
note📎: this is super short! i don’t know if this is the kind of special chapter you are expecting, but i hope you like it. the names that will be mentioned here are totally unplanned and on the spot. don’t expect too much, but let me know about your thoughts! this special chapter is not that violent. lmao, anyway have a nice day/night. i love you! 🤍
“How do you think will you export these stuff without getting caught by the authorities?” Sunghoon raised one of his brow strictly at one of his employee when they presented this proposal for him.
They glanced at each other worriedly, he can see through those eyes how they’re very anxious about this report. He can see that they’re prepared. Base on the way their report looks like visually, it doesn’t seem rushed. But they are too scared to say one wrong thing in front of him. That’s one thing his employee will always find hard. He’s too intimidating for them.
“U-Uhm,” the one in the middle says. He gulped hardly, “We w-will...” he can almost see his sweats from his chair.
Sunghoon sighs and tilted his head, “Do you have a plan or not? You’re wasting my time.” he spats that drained the color out of his worker’s face.
“I’m s-sorry, Sir.” he stuttered and was about to talk again, but someone interrupted.
“Don’t you think you’re scaring them too much, Mr. Park?” everyone’s attention darted at the door when they heard you talk. You can see the relief over their faces at the sight of you.
Sunghoon’s eyes softens when he looked at you. He stood up and walks over you right away, taking you over his arm for an embrace. “Love, you’re here.” he mumbles and placed a kiss at your neck once.
You chuckled and caress over his hair then waved over his employees around. They all waved back with relief. The sight of you clearly means that they can finally breath and get away from the boss' wrath.
You pull away from his embrace to cup his face and place a kiss at his lips. It was just short, but enough for Sunghoon. He smiles a little then stared at your face for a while before he leans again for another smooch. After giving affection, he guided you towards his seat and he sat down. He ordered one of his men to drag a chair for you.
His hand possessively wrapped over your waist and he dropped a kiss at your shoulder blades. You grabbed the folder in front of him and read the proposal. Sunghoon’s attention is now darted at you, the meeting all forgotten. The employee in front looked more relaxed now that you are the one talking and asking about it. He executes his report pretty well.
“There,” you smiled at him. “That sounds a good plan. What do you think, Mr. Park?” you glanced over to your side and saw how his soft eyes are darted at you.
He smirked and leaned closer to you to whisper something, his lips grazing your ears slightly. “I think you look so hot, Mrs. Park.” he mumbles that made you blush hardly.
You elbowed him slightly and pouted, “Hoon, focus.”
He chuckled and leans away before facing his employees, now his cold stern face is back.
“Yeah, I think that’s good. Everyone dismissed.” he ordered and they all bowed then followed what they told. They all felt relieved that the meeting ended well, and that’s all thanks to you.
Sunghoon then turns his head at you when they all left. “How are you, my love? How’s the trip with (jw’s y/n)?” he asks curious while caressing your waist gently.
You smiled, “It was fun! But I think the trip was short. That’s okay, because I miss you and Sin already.”
He smirked and gave you a peck on your lips. “We missed you too.”
You smiled and rests your head over his shoulder. “Speaking of that boy. What do you think is he doing right now? I hope he’s behaving at school.”
Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders off with a smirk, already doubting if your son is behaving. He didn’t said anything and just leaned in to kiss your forehead.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” the children chants altogether while crowding two other kids who's fighting. One of them hovering above, the other on the ground and trying to shield himself from the boy's punches.
“Sin!” a beautiful girl wearing a cute bow came rushing towards the commotion. She looked so worried and was about to come closer to it, but a hand stopped her.
She glanced towards the boy who's staring coldly at her. “Jahan! What are you doing? Stop him!” she exclaimed, sounding frustrated.
“Don’t come close Alana or else you’ll get all dirty.” he says in a bored tone before pointing his chin towards the chaos.
Since they were fighting at the ground, dirt are now all over the two boys. None dared to meddle and stop them from fighting. No one will ever try to get in between. Specially if its Russin Park. They don’t want to mess with him.
“Where’s my brother? Ask him to stop him!” Alana panicked and glanced back at Sin who's now shamelessly beating up his classmate.
Jahan shrugged his shoulder off, completely unbothered. Alana groaned and shoved away his hold off when she realized he’s useless. She rushed closer, but kept enough distance.
“Russin! I said stop already!” she shouted that halt the boy's fist mid-air.
He looked over his shoulder and when he saw how terrified she looks, he clenched his jaw and slowly calmed down. He looked back over the boy beneath him. He’s almost unconscious, nose broken and eyes swollen from all the punches he gave him.
Sin smirked at him then scoffed, “Remember to not mess with me.” he said and stood up. He kept his stares at the poor boy.
“Stay away from Alana.” and he kicked his feet slightly.
He turned around and walked towards the girl. He kept his stares at her. The world suddenly felt blurry, all that matters now is her. Alana Park. He don’t understand anything. He’s too young to know anything about love, but one thing’s for sure. He don’t like sharing her.
Even before he can say something, their guidance counselor arrived the scene and called him over the disciplinary office. He groaned and left with no choice but to go.
“This is the third time this month, Mr. Park.” the stress over the tone was evident. He seemed mad, but Sin didn’t give any care. Even if he is mad, he knows he won’t do anything to him.
“Your father is on his way here now.” he starts. Sin didn’t show any emotion and just kept his bored look on his face. “Together with your mother.” he added that caught his attention.
“What?” now, he seemed alarmed.
His father is okay. He can just reason out with him, but his mom? She won’t spare him at all. She will surely ground him because of this. He lets out a groan and walked outside after getting dismissed.
“Dude, seriously? You should stop getting into fights!” it was Jace. Alana’s twin brother. The two of them are his Uncle Jay’s children. One of his father’s good friend.
“Where were you even?! You should’ve stopped him!” Alana seemed stressed still. Sin eyed and watched her carefully. A smile slowly appeared over his lips when he saw how worried she looked.
When they met eyes, she quickly shoot him glares. “What are you smiling at?!”
He shakes his head, but still smiling. “Nothing.” he mumbled and walked closer to carry her bag for her.
“Where’s Jahan?” she asks her brother after she lets Sin carry her bag. Jahan is the son of their Uncle Jake, also one of the good friend of their Dads.
Jace shrugs his shoulder, “Probably taking a nap at the library or something.”
“Russin!” they all turned their heads at that voice.
It was you, together with Sunghoon. The look on your face says it all. It was enough to make Sin worried. Alana and Jace greeted you before you finally made it close to your son. You gently grabbed his chin to check his now bruised face.
“Look at you!” you scanned him and your heart almost fell at the sight of blood stains at his uniform.
“Look at your uniform!” you added.
He sighs, “Its not my blood.” he says.
You shoot him glares. “And is that suppose to calm me down?” you were hysterical. Not that this is the first time your son got caught in this situation, but as a mother, you think you will never get used seeing him with bruises and blood stained clothes.
You and Sunghoon are blessed to have a son. You love him very much, but he’s very hard headed and a trouble maker. He takes after his father. Too much, that you want to feel upset because he took nothing from you when you’re the one who carried him for nine months! This boy is a splitting image of his father.
“You are seriously grounded, young boy!” he expected it already.
“But Mom—”
“No buts! We’ll talk later.” and you turned around to go with Sunghoon inside the office.
Sin groaned and sat down.
“Serves you right for causing trouble.” Alana mumbled. He glanced up at her but he just smirked.
“It was worth it.” he says that made her frown even more.
“Whatever! We’re going home now. Let’s go Jace.” and she grabbed her things from Sin’s hold.
Sin chuckles and even before she can walk far, he calls her again.
“I’ll call later.”
“I won’t answer!” she shouted that made him smirk.
“You can try, Alana.” and he nodded towards Jace who just salutes at him playfully. He even did a praying gesture that made him laugh. He’s so stupid.
“I couldn’t believe you! This is the third time you got into a fight, Russin. Its not going to be good for your school records.” you said really stressed and frustrated. You are now back at your home and currently scolding him.
“You are grounded for a month!” and you looked at him sternly.
Sunghoon’s just at the other sofa, silently watching. Russin seemed annoyed by his punishment and he stood up with a furrowed brows.
You can’t help but to feel a little amused. How he resembles his father so much is just crazy. No doubt that he’s Park Sunghoon’s son, no dna needed indeed.
“A month? But Mom—” he was about to argue but his Father talked.
“Russin.” one word and it was enough to shut him. He sat down and tried to calm down.
You sighed, “Talk to him, Hoon. I don’t know what to do with his temper! You two are so alike!” and you stormed out of Sunghoon’s office.
Sunghoon sighed, “How many times should I tell you? Talk back to me, but never talk back to your mother.” he sounded strict.
Sin draws in a sigh, “How come I can talk back to you, but not to Mom? Aren’t you the boss, Dad?” he asked really confused.
His father smirks, “Oh trust me. She’s the real boss.” and he crossed his arm then tilts his head over to the side.
“So,” he starts, “Did you give him a good beating?” his father added that made him smile wider.
“Hey, love.” Sunghoon greets you and approached closer to drop a kiss at your shoulder before hugging you from behind.
You are staring blankly outside of your windows when he entered your shared bedroom. “Did you talk to him?” you asked still very worried of your son.
He smiled, “Of course. I gave him a good scolding.”
Sunghoon nearly laughed, but he stopped himself. He doesn’t want you to now that instead of scolding your son, they both talked about it and he even ends up giving advices for him for next time. Of course, you don’t have to know about it. Its between them both. Father and son secret.
You sighed then glanced back outside the window. “Do you think we should set him an appointment? His temper is really getting worst.”
Sunghoon chuckles, “Nah, Sin doesn’t need it. Its normal for his age to get into fights.”
You furrowed your brows, “Normal? He’s just 11!”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“And Jahan's the same age as him but he’s always in good behavior.” you added, mentioning Jake’s son.
Sunghoon smirked, “Jahan is just different from our son. Don’t worry too much, okay?”
You stared at his eyes and slowly calm down. “Okay.” you sighed. “I can’t believe he did that because he doesn’t want other guys lurking around Alana. He’s so possessive.”
Sunghoon chuckled again this time. You squinted your eyes at him, “Seems like he got it from someone, don’t you think?”
Your husband smirked, “Should we set their wedding? I’ll talk to Jay hyung.” and he leans over to kiss you.
This time you chuckled, “Jay oppa will go crazy, baby. He won’t let go of his princess that easily.”
Sunghoon smiled, “For sure.” then he kissed your lips.
“I love you, y/n.”
You pouted and cupped his face, “I love you more. You and Sin are my world.”
Sunghoon placed feathery kissed over your neck then chin, until his lips came near yours. “I love you even more. I love you two so much.”
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Enhypen ☀️
Scenario
Shipping with Jay
idol!enha x idol!reader
Main event, Main M.list, En- M.list;
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Requests are OPEN.
Fans will ship you both because:
Coincidentally matching daily-wears
You both are known as fashionistas of ur own group. You guys loved to wear clothes according to trend going around. So, it was honestly unavoidable at some point.
Fans (who have eagle-eyes) instantly noticed both of your matching gym outfit, when both of posted gym-selcas. Fans started digging into past photos & found more matching outfits.
This was the start of your ship.
Being the mother of the group
After fans started shipping you & Jay, they started to make edits on tik-tok (it's ban in my country) & Instagram.
Most of the edits were about how you both cook for your members, how you both take care of them, how you both force them to wear jackets because it's cold outside.
According to fans, "basically you both are the mother of your respective groups, so your will take care of each other perfectly."
Each other's favourite group
In an interview, you shared your music preference & Enhypen as your favourite group. After you said that, your clip immediately went viral & engenes also saw the clip.
When Jay was live, Engenes told him about you. He opened his YouTube & searched for your interview. Your were really sitting there & shyly telling the interviewer about ur favourite group.
After watching it, he also shared that your group is his favourite as well. He also showed Engenes, his collection of your group's albums.
Mcing together
As Eunchae & Chaemin went on their own schedules, you & Jay were invited to be the new (but temporary) MCs. Engenes & Aces (ur fandom name) were very happy to see their ship sailing.
After interacting & flirting with each other, both Enhypen & Queencard (ur group name) also started teasing both of you.
Disclaimer:
Don't take it seriously. For entertainment purpose only.
It's a fanfiction only, it has nothing to do with reality. I don't own Enhypen members.
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˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚a guy best friend…..forever…
Pairing: Toxic!bf heeseung x reader, guy best friend!sunghoon x crush!reader
genre(s): established relationship, unrequited love, very very angsty
word count: 0.9 k
warnings: swearings, misspelling, heartbreak, blood
synopsis : after an argument with your toxic bf, you talk to your closest guy best friend and decide you finally had enough. But what happens when you’re too attracted to Lee Heeseung to realise Sunghoon could treat you better?
Arguments with heeseung were always heated, and this one was no different.
“It’s all your fault! Maybe if you weren’t clinging to me all the time, you would actually pay attention to your surroundings and not break everything!” Heeseung rolled his eyes and scoffed, glaring sharply at you.Your heart had shattered at his words, tears blurring your vision as you looked away to the broken cup near you. Did he not realize the impact of his words?
“I’ll just clean up the mess.” You mumbled, too tired to argue back. It’s not like you would have won the argument anyways. Heeseung always had gotten his way. You sighed and tears fell from your face as you bent to pick the shattered pieces up.
“Good. You’re useful for once.”With that piercing statement, he huffed and turned to leave, slamming the door with such an impact that you could feel it from where you were.
Tears streamed down your face, seemingly never ending. In your haste to clean up the mess and get out of the situation,you had failed to notice a particularly sharp piece. You winced as your hands brushed past it, the stinging pain and the winding path of blood making it worse.
None of that pain had mattered when you looked at the slammed shut door of the apartment. You knew that heeseung would not be of help right now, so using your non-dominant hand, you dialed the only number you knew would be reliable right now. Your best friend,Park sunghoon.
“That fucker said What???” Sunghoon growled in disbelief.Sunghoon knew Heeseung was trouble since day one.As a matter of fact, he had strongly advocated for you to break up and leave the toxic relationship. Despite that, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop your relationship with Heeseung.
“I’m coming over right now. Don’t even think about cleaning that mess. Just stay still, princess.”Sunghoon broke your train of thoughts, his deep husky voice sending chills up your spine. You could hear a revving sound of a motorcycle engine in the background before he ended the call.
As you awaited Sunghoon’s arrival, you couldn’t help but compare how he treated you vs heeseung. Sunghoon was always so sweet and nice, he would always open the door for you, care about your safety, make sure you ate everyday and bought you gifts whenever the two of you hung out. Meanwhile, Heeseung was the opposite, he was always out partying till the early hours of the morning, coming home black out drunk. And no matter how many times you took great care of him, you knew the moment he returned sober, he would do that same shit again.
At that moment, the door opened gently, revealing a panicked Sunghoon in a sleeveless shirt. He ran a hand through his jet black hair, analyzing the situation. His veiny arms moved towards the cabinet next to the shoe rack,grabbing a broom and sweeping the pieces to a side for now. He gestured for you to rest while going into the washroom to grab the first aid kit.This was, after all, not the first time something like this had happened.He returned back to you and knelt, placing your cut hand on his knee.
“This might hurt.”He whispered softly, opening a tube of ointment. His words proved to be true and you winced as you felt the stinging pain of the ointment. He quickly reassured you by rubbing your back, and before you knew it, your hand was bandaged.
As you gazed at Sunghoon gently caressing your hand, you felt a sudden rush of blood to your cheeks. Then, you made up your mind.“What’s on your mind, princess?”He muttered into your ear, making you jump from the sudden noise.
“I-“ you sucked in a breath, “I’m gonna to break up with Heeseung tomorrow. At the park.”
The silence was deafening. Sunghoon nodded but when you looked away, he broke into a large grin.
You tapped your fingers against a park bench, waiting for Heeseung to arrive. Not surprisingly, he was late. Sighing, you observed a man walk by holding a bouquet of white flowers, one of your favorites. Your heart ached, thinking about Heeseung and what you were about to do. You had already texted him you wanted to break up, and requested the two of you meet for a last chat.
“Y/n.”A familiar voice called. You turned around to see Heeseung standing with a few bags of gifts.
“Look, I was being insensitive yesterday. I promise I’ll do better, please, love.” He begged, and that was when you were trapped with Heeseung forever. You couldn’t escape. You were going to fall back into the toxic relationship.
You let him pull you in by your waist, and fell into his warm embrace.Heeseung smirked whilst hugging you, winking at a figure standing not too far away.
Sunghoon looked at you from a distance, tears streaming down his face as he dropped the bouquet of white baby breath in his hands.
Oh, why did you always have to go back to Heeseung when he was right here?
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