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୨୧　𝓓RENCHED 𝓘N 𝓨OU ─ 박성훈

☆ ⋆ 𝑝. 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 ・ 𝑓𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ・ 𝑤𝑐. 6OO ・ 𝑐𝑤. 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 ・ 𝑔. 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 ・ 𝑎𝑛. 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 !! 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 @mygnolia　—　𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖿

　　── ❛ 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇 , 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 + 𝗉𝗈𝗈𝗅 = 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 ❜

Watching Sunghoon’s svelte frame in the salt-water pool, the thin clothes clinging to his figure as he glided across the water, you relished in the sight.

“Having fun watching, babe?” His velvety voice echoed through the enclosed space, water splashing as a smirk washed over his lips. You paused, the sight of his pretty brown eyes gazing at you, his head tilted and his eyebrow lifted, it was all too much to take in.

You rolled your eyes playfully, sugary lips curving into a smile as you slowly dipped yourself into the pool. The water placed cold kisses against your skin as you sunk in, your body already trembling as you neared Sunghoon who stood there, smiling.

“That’s better,” he whispered, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer, his hands sliding up and down your form. You smiled, a shiver still present as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You like to see me like this?” You teased and leaned closer, your lips almost pressing against his skin, but you halted. Your breath brushes against his ear, your voice a low whisper. “I could get used to this view… but I’m not the only one enjoying it, am I?”

You pulled away from him, savouring the reaction he gave as your hand rested on his practically bare chest, the white cloth barely visible as if it had simply disintegrated.

“Will this answer your question?” Sunghoon asked rhetorically, gripping your waist tight, his arms pulling you close. A soft giggle left your lips, muffled as he kissed you. Your arms wrapped around him as the kiss deepened, your fingers tangling within his hair. His breath became heavy as your lips traced down his neck leaving sweet love bites on his Adam's apple.

Warmth radiated from Sunghoon’s body contrasting the cold water that splashed around you. His fingers dug into your waist, pulling you closer as your kisses quickened with more urgency and lust.

You placed rough kisses along his delicate skin, lingering over his collarbone. You couldn’t resist the temptation, gently biting down, a soft nip at his skin that made him gasp, breath hitched in his throat. You pulled back, watching his reaction as his eyes grew dark, lips parted as he looked down at you and an unreadable expression painted his face.

“Careful, babe,” he teased, his voice deep and throaty as he leaned toward you. You smiled, your fingers trailing down his body, caressing his firm abs. Water thrashed around you as you leaned closer, peppering soft kisses against his chest.

Sunghoon’s hands stroked your back, the heat between you warming the cold pool. You felt his rapid heartbeat against your lips as you trailed your way back up his neck. You paused, meeting his lust-drunken gaze.

You pressed your lips against his, capturing the taste of the sweet nectar that glazed them, a salty mixture of the water that filled your tastebuds. His hand gently held your hair as he pushed you into him, deepening the kiss. Without thought or hesitation, your teeth lightly clamped on his lower lip, eliciting a soft groan from him. You felt yourself smirk against his lips as blood seeped into your mouth.

“You really want to play?” A murmure escaped his now bloodied lips, his breath brushing against your cold face. “I can bite back, y’know?”

He gripped your waist tight, his strong arms lifting you as you wrapped your legs around his abdomen. The water splashed around your bodies as his lips collided with yours. Every kiss, every caress sent your heart aflame, a desire filled you with hunger for the taste of his lips.

　　𖥔 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 :　@wonsdoll @flwrstqr @mmygnolia @nshmuras @myungsua @kairoot

★ new house

pairing: boyfriend park sunghoon x reader genre: fluff take a seat, picture it. i can see us in a house next year (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ an: inspired by new house by rex oc. listen while you read!

thinking about moving in with sunghoon. he'd document every part of the way. he'd take a polaroid picture of you in your overalls, painting the walls. he'd snap so many that you'd get sick of the bright flashes, but sunghoon would just snicker and take more.

well, moving in was a long time coming. you were sunghoon's rock. he always told you that he was lucky to have you, and he meant it. every time he looks at you, he feels the same way that he did when he was just a bumbling middle school student meeting you for the very first time. hell, he didn't even get the courage to talk to you until you had entered high school.

moving in together requires trust. and thats something that you have with sunghoon, undoubtedly. you've been with him for such a long time, it's only fitting that you'd now live with him.

being with you made him feel like he did at the beginning of your relationship, when he was pining hopelessly over for you, doing anything for your attention.

yet for some reason, he always said that with you, he felt adult. to be honest, you kind of hated when he did that. what's it supposed to mean?

well, sunghoon means to say that when he's with you, he feels mature. he feels like his life is progressing with you. as in, he's going through the motions of life with you. and maybe someday, he'd show the polaroids to your kids, if you had them. he wanted to grow old with you, in this house.

꒰ 12:17 A.M. ꒱ ❛ drunk!aomine daiki x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊 at your phone screen, adjusting to the light coming of it in your dark bedroom, swiping the answer phone button. when you receive a drawled, “hey dummy,” whatever tiredness you were feeling moments prior is suddenly gone.

immediately, you can tell the man on the other end not sober. you smile at your friend’s deep tone. “hey stupid,” you greet back in amusement. “you still out with the guys?”

at your question, aomine seems to grumble under his breath, making laughter bubble in your throat.

“that bad, hm?”

“nah, nah.” in between his word’s there’s a slight muffle, probably from him rubbing a hand over his face. “we had a lot and half o’ them are annoying drunk. so i escaped.”

“escaped? where to? the bar’s bathroom?”

“no,” aomine answers your teasing tone with a clipped remark. “i’m in the back by the pool tables.” there’s a pause before a thoughtful, “you suck at pool.”

you nod grimly, though he can’t see. “always an honest one. you can’t just once sugar coat an answer?”

“sugar coating is for loser, loser.”

nice to know he’s still just as insulting while under the influence. still, you smile at his words.

“alright well, the boy’s’ll be searching for you soon,” you say, recalling kise’s character and guessing he was a few minutes away from gathering an aominecchi search party. “thanks for the check in. get home safe, okay?”

“wait, don’t hang up so soon,” aomine grunts and you can just imagine the deep(er) furrow of his brows as his mouth lifts into a frown. “still wanna talk to you.”

“i am your most interesting friend albeit a dummy, aren’t I?” you ask, confident sigh leaving your lips. a yawn escapes you as you switch on the bedside lamp next to you, further squinting at the sudden contrast of light. he doesn’t answer your question, and if it weren’t for the buzzing background noise of the bar across the line, you’d think he hung up. “aomine-?”

“don’t make me say it.”

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nonsense — pt 2 (s.jy)

SUMMARY: previously, jake asked you to teach him how to properly use his big dick. the lesson doesn’t exactly go as planned… PAIRING: bestfriend/roommate!jake x reader (afab) GENRE: smut (minors dni) WARNINGS: smut, size/bulge kink, dacryphilia, masochism/mentions of pain from penetration(?), unprotected sex (pls use protection) WORD COUNT: 1.9k A/N: sorry for the wait but it’s finally here, also apologies for the messy pacing and abrupt ending i seriously had no motivation to finish this lol

read part 1 here

You spent the next week on edge, tiptoeing around the apartment. A part of you hoped there wouldn’t be any awkwardness or tension after you practically pounced on him, crossing the barrier that best friends, and roommates especially, weren’t supposed to. But you were foolish to assume that once Jake came down from his high, he wouldn’t start avoiding you at all costs.

It was painfully obvious. He would come home late at night, only coming to the kitchen to eat while you were in the shower, and locking himself in his room until you left for class the next morning. You couldn’t help but assume he regretted what happened, and you felt an ugly twist in your stomach at the thought that he didn’t enjoy any of it, or worse, that you had pressured him into the act. 

You were quietly cracking open the door to your bedroom, wanting to quickly grab something from the kitchen when the door to Jake’s room, directly across from yours, also opened. You stopped in your tracks, making brief eye contact with him before you were directing your gaze to the floor. If he hadn’t seen you, you probably would’ve closed the door and crawled back into your room.

The pounding of your heart was ringing in your ear. As much as you hated confrontation, you hated the idea of walking on eggshells around your own damn roommate and best friend. The least you both could do was talk it out, deem it a one-time mistake and try to forget about it. You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut, leaning against the doorframe.

“Fuck it,” you breathed out. “About last week…”

“Yeah,” he was blurting out before you could even continue. 

You were looking up at him now. He was fresh out of the shower, hair wet and towel wrapped around his neck. Droplets of water forming at the ends of his hair were beginning to fall beside his bare feet from his prolonged stance in the same position. He didn’t miss the way your eyes trailed along the veins that ran up his bare arms. 

You tore your eyes away from his body to make eye contact with him, mentally cursing at yourself for feeling more and more turned on as the seconds passed. However, while you expected him to look anxious or flustered, you found him looking at you with an unreadable expression, almost similar to how he watched you last week, with you on your knees in front of him and his hands buried in your hair. 

You were unconsciously rubbing your thighs together and shifting uncomfortably on your feet from his intense stare. A sudden wave of confidence washed over you before you were closing your own door and striding into Jake’s, pulling him with you by his bicep. The familiar lights from his PC gave you a sense of deja vu. 

He tore your grip off him from behind you. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” he whispered. You winced, thinking you had misread his intentions and were in the middle of making a fool of yourself.

Jake, on the other hand, was panicking over his inability to exert self control and how you’d react if you found out that he touched himself every night this week to the mental image of your pretty lips wrapped around him.

But it was Jake this time who was mouthing fuck it before he closed the gap between you, hands coming up to grab at the sides of your face and press his lips against yours. You audibly sighed into his mouth before you were a mess of tangled limbs in the sheets, clothes strewn in a trail leading from the door to his bed.

Jake tried his best not to ogle at your bare chest, instead looking down at his own cock, standing tall and proud against his abdomen.

You gaped, reminded of just how big he was.

Jake stopped his movements upon sensing your hesitance, wanting to make sure this was something you wanted and that he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. He was kneeling on the bed, boxers thrown to the floor while you were lying flat, a pillow under your head.

“I, uh, I’ve never been able to get it in,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish look.

You threw your head back in laughter. “You mean, like, you couldn’t find her hole?” The thought of virgin Jake hopelessly struggling amused you, yet your heart softened at just how inexperienced he seemed.

He winced at your comment, softly chuckling as he shook his head. “No, like I could never fit it in with other girls before.”

Oh. You didn’t even realize that was an actual problem people had. Did that technically make him a virgin still? 

You sat up on your elbows, heart racing at the implication. “What the hell makes you think I can take it, then?”

His eyes widened and he immediately shifted lower on the bed to pull at your underwear, ready to prep you. For some reason, he just assumed you’d be able to take him since you were experienced. He truly had no idea how big he was.

Your underwear was hooked just above your knees as he reached out, dragging two fingers up your folds to collect your arousal and bringing it to his lips. His tongue poked out the corner of his mouth as he licked at his digit, moaning in the process. 

You pulled him by the wrist, his fingers reluctantly leaving his mouth. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna finger you first, needa stretch you out,”

“N-no, I can take it.”

“But you just said—”

“I said I can take it.”

The sudden thrill of a challenge, to see whether you were capable of taking all of him, sent a shiver down your spine. 

He stared at the wet patch on the front of your underwear, running his index finger along it. “I wanna eat you out, though,” his lips in a pout. “You taste so good,” he was whining, eyes fixated on your glistening, leaking core.

Your heart did a somersault. “We have all the time in the world for that, Jake,” you couldn’t help but smile. “But I need you inside me— now,” you muttered, your expression quickly turning into one of sultry desperation.

“F-fuck, okay.”

His knees shifted forward as he aligned the head of his cock with your sopping cunt, pushing in at an excruciatingly slow pace. You feel like you’re being torn apart in the most delicious way, the stretch addicting and your mouth falls open at the sensation. You’re usually not great with pain, but you know it’ll all be worth it once Jake starts thrusting into you.

He finally bottomed out on top of you, a shaky breath releasing from his lips. You mentally thanked yourself for choosing this position, knowing very well that you wouldn’t have gotten this far if you were on top. Jake’s eyes were squeezed shut, a visible sheen of sweat across his forehead.

He was embarrassed to tell you directly, but with it being Jake’s first time, it was taking everything in him to not pull out and slam back into you. He wasn’t sure how long he could stay like this, your walls clamping onto him for dear life. 

You swore you could feel him in your stomach. He was pulling out before you could complain, leaving just the tip in so he could compose himself and relieve some of the pain he assumed you were in. A whine left your lips, protesting as you hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him back inside you. He sobbed out a cry of your name, bottoming out again and hiding his face in your neck.

Your slick was doing wonders to aid his cock in and out of you. He licked and nipped between your collarbones as he kept a somewhat consistent pace, his cock nearly slipping out from your wetness each time he pulled back. Lifting his head from the crook of your neck, he peered down at you through hooded eyes, watching as you mumbled mindlessly.

“S-so full, mmph, need—ah, Jake, need you to fill me up, oh f-fuck y-yeah that’s it, harder!” Every word of yours was interrupted by a rhythmic, sharp thrust, causing you to inch back toward the headboard.

He chewed on his bottom lip, mesmerized at the sight of you falling apart on his cock. 

“So perfect, such a perfect cock…” your voice came out in a purr. You were saying it mostly to yourself, yet Jake couldn’t help but moan out at how affected he was by your praise.

“Y/N, I-I t-thought you were gonna teach me, fuck,” he groaned, hips snapping at an increasing pace.

You shook your head, apologetic whines leaving your lips. There was nothing to teach him, at least nothing you could teach him in the state you were currently in. 

The sight of you struggling, falling apart on his cock with tears of pleasure threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes, and the way your cries are beginning to sound more and more desperate brings him to full consciousness, awakening a sudden desire in him.

“Then take it back,” he grunted, 

“Huh?” you were mumbling, eyes barely able to stay open.

“Take it back, what you said about not knowing how to use my dick,”

Your breath hitched at his sudden boldness and change of demeanor.

“Say it,”

You gulped down any remaining pride. “J-Jake, fuck, you’re so s-so good with your cock,” you whined. Technically, you were speaking the truth, but you liked it more when he didn’t know how good he was. You liked your boys a little dumb.

“I’m sorry, ‘n I-I take it back,” you mumbled. Jake let out a squeaky moan at your words. You removed your hands that were clawing at his back to pinch at your nipples while you squirmed under him, and he had to close his eyes again to keep himself from cumming.

His pace was faltering from his enthusiastic thrusts, completely lost in his own pleasure and your needy expressions. Reaching down to thumb at your neglected clit with the limited knowledge he had from previous experiences, he noticed a slight bulge against your skin. 

You were writhing underneath him and he angled his hips upward with another experimental thrust, completely hypnotized by the view of his tip protruding right beneath your belly button. You let out a broken cry at the feeling, your climax building rapidly and waves of ecstasy washing over you as your walls spasmed from the combination of his fingers working against your clit and the weight of him pressing down on his bulge through your lower stomach. 

Just as he was impressing himself at how long he’d managed to last, he’s being made aware of your notable size difference. It felt like he was filling you to the hilt with just half his cock pumping in and out of you. With one last clench around him as you began to come down from your high, he was spilling into you with a strained groan of your name, your tight cunt milking him dry.

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PAIRING... ceo!sunghoon x model!reader | GENRE... childhood friends to lovers!, romance, fluff, humor | WC... 1.3k | lots of bickering, loosely based off love next door (2024)

you breathe in the fresh air with a pleased expression. this was home. it’s been years since you’ve visited, always overseas doing work. your schedule was constantly packed with shoots and campaigns taking up most of your time (and life), essentially never giving you rest time to come back. 

you finally did it. 

maybe your mom would kill you—but that was a later problem. 

especially since you hadn’t told her of your return. 

your suitcase clatters on the rough pavement while you drag it along. your eyes wander around the street you grew up on. strangely enough, it was unfamiliar and familiar at the same time. 

you stop at a building, feeling the sense of nostalgia wash over you. wasn’t this the old community pool? the one you used to visit all the time with-

you squint as you look closer to the construction sign posted on the door. 

under construction: contact park industries for more information. 

you frown. they were turning this place into something else? what a shame. you two practically grew up at this musty pool. 

“i wonder who decided to renovate this area-“

a confused calling of your name stops you in your tracks. it was a deep voice, yet a familiar one nevertheless. 

slowly, you turn in your tracks. your mouth drops open. 

“park sunghoon?! what are you doing here?”

last you heard, he was getting his masters. he looks quite, you swallow, polished in that perfectly styled suit and gelled hair of his. 

he pushes up his glasses by the nose bridge, eyes glinting as he studies you. “this is my building.”

your eyes bulge momentarily, “this is your building?! wha-wait. you own park industries?”your finger points accusatorially at him. 

“as bright as ever,” he notes while narrowing his eyes at you. you scoff immediately, crossing your arms. 

“as snooty as ever,” you snarkily reply back. you instinctively raise a fist at him while he shrinks back. perhaps the situation finally hits the both of you, as silence falls and he clears his throat. 

“you… you’re back.” he glances at your suitcase and then at you. “my mother never mentioned anything about you coming home.”

you internally cringe, pretending to scratch the back of your head. you laugh albeit awkwardly. 

“oh, really? that is weird. i just, uh-“

the sound of familiar voices approaching cause your stomach to drop. you could recognize the sound of your parents’ voices anywhere. of course, in this small neighborhood, you had to bump into them right now. 

you were screwed.

frantically, you eyes scan the area. aha—you were a genius. you fly towards an empty, large box near the entrance to sunghoon’s building. you can only hope it was used for furniture and not trash. 

“what are you-“

you glance up at him and his perplexed expression. “please. just this once.”

and with that, you flip it over and fly under the box to hide. thank goodness it didn’t smell weird. you hear muffled voices of delight as your families spot sunghoon. 

“oh, it’s been so long! are you working on this building?”

you hear him chuckle and roll your eyes. what a sucker for parents. if only they knew his true personality. 

“yes, auntie. i came to check on the construction progress.” 

you hear your mom laugh. your heart pangs as you realize you haven’t heard that sound in forever. 

“oh, you must be so busy as the ceo. we won’t bother you anymore but you have to come soon for dinner!”

“but uh,” your dad sounds confused, “who’s suitcase is this?”

you curse. 

“what was that?”

sunghoon quickly laughs, harshly kicking the box you were under as you hiss. “oh, don’t worry about that! it’s my luggage—you know, i have to start moving into the office here soon. i thought i would get a head start-mhm. you know-“

you were starting to sweat crouching in this box. but sunghoon was moving his office back home, you note. interesting. 

thankfully, your parents leave sunghoon at that and you finally try to lift the box. you grunt, pushing up but to no avail. 

“sunghoon,” you grit your teeth, “if you don’t get off the box in the next minute i will actually kill you when i get out.” 

finally, you’re able to push the box off you with a huff and a glare. 

“i think you should be thanking me.”

one of his perfect eyebrows raises up at you and you want to smack him. unfortunately, he was right though. you sigh, still sitting on the floor. 

sunghoon sighs. “you should really tell your family, you know? they barely see you as is. 

you bite your lip. of course he knew. you had grown up with each other for twenty years. 

“i don’t know why you’re suddenly back, but they deserve to know.”

“alright, alright,” you stand up while dusting yourself off, “i get it mister ceo.”

he makes an offended noise. with a sigh, you grab your suitcase and begin unzipping it. 

“what now?” he doesn’t sound surprised. sunghoon was immune to your antics. 

you take out jacket after jacket, even forcing him to hold some for you. “you know,” you start casually while putting on coats in the dead middle of summer, “safety precautions.”

“so this is the country’s top model, huh?”

you cough, “well…”

“what?” 

you look away, avoiding eye contact. “it’s just a break, for now….”

“who knows? your fiancé?” he shoves his hands in his pockets, studying the floor with an unreadable expression. you eye him warily. 

“yeah, right. i broke it off. it was all for show, anyway. you know the media eats it up.”

sunghoon suddenly glances at you with genuine concern reflected in his eyes. you don’t like it.

“so, you’re saying you broke off your engagement and quit your job?“

“temporarily!” you yell, irritated. he was getting on your nerves again. 

“you should go find your family.” 

“stop telling me what to do, hoon.”

you say it so nonchalantly but it never fails to make him shiver. especially since it’s been so long since he last heard you say that. 

it’s been so long since he’s last seen you, really. when your modeling career took off and you left to travel the world, he thought he’d never see you again. all he knew was your photoshoots online and news from the media. especially when your relationship with a top actor was announced, he didn’t expect an invitation to your wedding. 

certainly he didn’t expect to see you here, right now, standing in front of him. just like back when you two first met all those years ago. 

“what?” you call out, breaking him out of his trance. “you wanna fight? you know you’ll lose.”

sunghoon sighs, checking his shiny watch. “unlike you, most people have jobs. i’m a bit busy, so…”

you roll your eyes again, “as if.” 

and with that, you jump him. literally. 

despite the (saddening) height difference, one of your arms is tightly locked around his neck as he splutters. 

“this is what you get for keeping me in that box. i was dying in there you little piece of-!”

just barely, sunghoon manages to use his strength to pull away. he gasps and coughs as you tap your foot with a rather intimidating stare.

you two make eye contact for a good minute or so, before you turn with a humph to grab your suitcase and continue on. 

“this isn’t over, hoon.”

“why me?” he mutters under his breath before making his way to his building slash future office. 

what neither of you two realize is the unconscious smiles plastered on both of your faces. 

a/n ▸ aghhshdhesn ngl posting three days in a row was so weird i can’t keep up 💀ne ways did i write this with the intention of making a part two? that’s up to you to decide :)

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au where sunghoon thinks he's cupid (cupid is so fucking dumb 😡😡😡)

LEE HEESEUNG FIC REC LIST

s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst | suggestive is noted

since my fic recs are super popular on my nct blog, I decided to start on this blog! fics with less words and less plot/more smut are near the bottom of the list.

i don't want to be your roommate, i want to kiss your neck [ bestfriend's brother!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,f,a

let's collab [ camboy!heeseung x camgirl!reader] s

lee heeseung - the brother's best friend trope, part two [ brother's bestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,f,a

only if you say yes [ enemies to fwb au ] s,f,a

traces of you. [ loser!heeseung x tutor!reader ] s,f,a

cherry [ pervert!heeseung x virgin!reader ] s,f,a

you plus me [ ex-friend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,f,a

tides of regret [ ex bestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,f,a

coffee & cream [ virgin!heeseung x virgin fem!reader ] s,f,a

falling alone [ lieutenant!heeseung x therapist housewife!reader, strained marriage au ] s,f,a

player rank: platinum [ simp gamer!heeseung x fem!reader, sister's bf au ] s,a

only if you say yes (please say yes) [ enemies to lovers au ] s,f,a

two's a company [ incompatible friend!heeseung x fem!reader, forced proximity au] s

i offer you my everything [ basketball captain!heeseung x virgin!reader ] s,f

m.o.r.e. - my only ruined escape [husband's!friend x fem!reader, toxic marriage au ] s,f,a

not if it's you, part two [ nerd!heeseung x fem!reader, strangers to lovers ] s,f,a

racing, beating [ illegal-racer!heeseung x model!reader, arranged marriaged au ] s

one hundred and one [ little brother's bestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,a

how to get back at your ex [ ex!heeseung x fem!reader, coworkers au ] s,f,a

what you need [ boyfriend's friend!heeseung x fem!reader, roommates au ] s,a

you make me [ stranger!heeseung x insomniac!reader ] suggestive

wrong doings [ stepdad!heeseung x stepdaughter!reader ] s,a

cross the line [ childhood best friends to lovers ] s,f

prince charming's mismatch [ prince!heeseung x princess!reader ] suggestive

pool party [ brother's bestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader, pool party au ] s,f,a

saint matthew's academy [toxic rich!heeseung x innocent!reader, private school au ] s,f,a

playground crush [ neighbor!heeseung x fem!reader, strangers to lovers ] s

as long as you'll let me [ virgin!heeseung x badgirl!reader ] s

i hate you [ bestfriend's brother!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,f

the space between [ rich basketball player!reader x flowershop owner!reader ] s,f,a

give it time [ inexperienced!heeseung x jake's sister!reader ] s

conflict of interest [ pool cleaner!heeseung x rich fem!reader ] s

heavenly [ established relationship, stuck inside due to storm au ] s

“just sit on my lap, it’ll be fine” [ gamer!heeseung x fem!reader, no nut november au ] s

two moons [ plug!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

want [ boyfriend!heeseung x fem!reader, first time au ] s

tethered [ emo!heeseung x fem!reader, childhood friends to lovers au ] s,a

mine or yours? [ stepbrother!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

helping hand [ bestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

let me show you [ experienced friend!heeseung x inexperienced fem!reader ] s,f

the girl from the bar [ bartender!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,f

easy access [ ex!heeseung x fem!reader ] s,a

a sucker for the taste [ experienced husband!heeseung x virgin!reader ] s,f

apple cider [ roommate!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

something new [ established relationship au ] s

taste [ munch!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

90 days of pleasure [ enemies to lovers ] s,f,a

teddy bear pajamas [ heeseung x jay's sister!reader ] s

surprise [ established relationship au ] s

plushies and headsets [ bestfriend!heeseung x petite!reader ] s

addicted [roommate!heeseung x tutor!reader ] s

wet [ water gun fight au ] s

road trip [ friend!heeseung x fem!reader, smut in car w friends ] s

diet pepsi [ bestfriend's brother!heeseung x virgin!reader ] s

the love game [ gamer!heeseung x fem!reader, established relationship ] s,f

wet dreams [ roommate!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

attention [ gamer boyfriend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

tasty [ bestfriend!heeseung x fem!reader ] s

breaking free [ stoner!heeseung x fem!reader ] suggestive,f,a

forced roommates or forced to be lovers? [ popular pervy!gamer heeseung x popular cheerleader!reader ] s,f

homecoming [ idol!heeseung x fem!reader, established relationship ] s

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 (𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒) ; 𝐏. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

➞ SUMMARY. “Typical Park Sunghoon behavior, you think. He had to tease you about it, of course he had to do it even if you were about to die from embarrassment because you just dropped the L bomb on him. You knew him, so of course, it was dumb of you to think that he wouldn’t pull something like this just for the sake of his own entertainment.”

alternatively.

the one where you confess to your best friend, and even if he felt the same way, he wanted to push your buttons just for a little bit more.

➞ PAIRING. best friend!sunghoon x fem!reader

➞ GENRE. mutual pining. bff2l. fluff. slight angst if you squint and tilt your head.

➞ TW. kissing. swearing. mentions of throwing up and passing out. sunghoon is a teasing menace</3 my e2l relationship with him is showing… // supposedly proofread but it could contain one or two grammar mistakes.

➞ WORD COUNT. 2.8k words

↳ A/N. shoutout to diana @ddenoudepression for helping me choose the pic for this silly little fic🫶 ty bestie mwah // this one is inspired on the song “feelings” by lauv (hence the title) so !! hope you enjoy this one<3 | comments and reblogs with tags are always welcomed and deeply appreciated🤍

↳ find my masterlist here.

THERE’S CALM SILENCE IN THE ROOM, BUT GRAINY STATIC SOUNDS INSIDE YOUR HEAD.

You’re laying side by side with your best friend in your bed, your breathings being steady and calm. The moon shines through the see-through curtains and there’s a comfortable silence between both of you.

Well, at least for Sunghoon, since you can’t seem to find peace with your rushing thoughts, overthinking because, at any given moment, if the boy just listened carefully and paid more attention to his surroundings, he could probably hear your heartbeat going at thousands miles per hour for him.

His arm is slightly brushing yours, and his hand is almost touching your hand, the distance being so little yet you found it to difficult to end it; you yearn to reach out, to intertwine his slender fingers with yours.

How would it feel to be able to hold hands with him?

You hear him sigh deeply and then, he raises a little from his lying position and rests his head on his hand to rest on his right side. His silver hair is a mess, and you have to fight back the itching of your fingers caused by how badly they ached to touch his soft locks and comb it out of his pretty face. His brown, sleepy eyes are now on your form, looking attentively at you with tenderness hiding behind them.

(It’s not like you can actually see it, though: it’s pretty dark and you’re just trying to not stumble over your words with your feelings bubbling up in your throat and threatening to spill all over the place.)

(Now that would be chaotic.)

“Why did he have to look this ethereal even when he isn’t even trying? This is beyond unfair.”

“This is the quietest you’ve ever been since I know you, Y/n,” the boy barely whispers with his deep voice, as he was trying to not scare you by suddenly talking. You scoff, rolling your eyes a little.

“It’s pretty late now, you know? I’m just feeling tired, that’s it...”

There’s a beat of silence and then, you hear him humming deep in thought as if he wanted to add something more, but he quickly discards the idea as it comes. You see him shake his head, opting instead on giving you a small boyish smile.

“Okay, if you say so.”

It’s when he’s about to lay completely in bed again, that you suddenly sit up and look at him (and you realize that it was a really bad idea since you got a little dizzy from the quick movement). The boy sits up too, eyeing you with something between confusion and curiousness. He blinks twice, and tilts his head a little.

“Uhm... Are you sure you’re okay, y/n?”

No, you want to tell him. This isn’t okay Sunghoon, I’m not okay. Because whenever I see you, I feel as if a fucking lighting bolt just hit my body, making me feel electrified, I feel like I want to throw up for these bottled feelings i’ve kept inside my for months now, and I feel like I could just do the most imposible things if I have you at my side. I want to scream and I want to laugh and I fucking hate it but I also I fucking love the way you make me feel. You make me feel things I thought I’d never feel and—

“Uhh, earth to y/n? Are you there?” He snaps his fingers in front of your eyes, taking you out of your discourse. Shaking your head, you give him a pointed stare.

It’s time Y/n! a small voice screams inside your head, do you want to be a fucking coward all your life? You have to tell him! There’s nothing to lose, right? Only your friendship... oh my god, you could face rejection too? What if he thinks you’re—

“Y/n you’re really scaring me right now, are you sure you feel okay? You really seem like you’re going to pass out at any moment.” He puts a hand on your forehead, flinching wide eyed when he feels the heat of your body, “god! You’re burning! Should I call Jungwon?... No wait, What kind of question is that? Of course I'm calling him!” He face-palms himself, taking his phone out quickly as he starts searching for Jungwon’s phone number.

Jungwon? Why would he call him? Maybe because he’s the most responsible out of your friend group… Yeah, Jake would probably just panic and cry, and Jay wouldn’t even answer his phone since he was probably sleeping right now… Am I zoning out? I’m definitely zoning out— NO, WAIT!

You hold his wrist in panic and he mirrors your expression. He was so confused, why were you acting so weird tonight?

“No wait, I’m really okay Sunghoon.. It’s just that—“ you clear your throat, trying to focus your eyes everywhere else except him. Do you really want to confess? “‘—I’ve been… I’ve been thin–thinking lately—“

“Oh,” he interrupts, holding a funny look in his eyes and dropping his phone besides both of you. “Oh. I know what is happening then.”

Those seven words escaping his mouth makes your stomach drop in anxiousness. Did he really know?

Sunghoon always prides himself on knowing you like the back of his hand, and while that would be endearing in a different context, now this felt like it could backfire at you right in this situation.

“W–what? You know? W–wait Sunghoon—“

However, his next actions make the words die in your throat before you can even start to pronounce them, because the boy proceeds to boldly cup your face with both hands and smirk at you.

Is he gonna kiss me? No wait, I don’t think I’m ready. Oh no, the panic is settling in, I’m about to pass out because my crush is gonna kiss me and he’s going to have to call both Jungwon and an ambulance for real this time and–

“Yeah! It’s weird since I really didn’t think you could think? But that probably explains why it started to smell like something was burning in here. You were just trying to use that pretty little head of yours!”

He softly knocks on your forehead as if it was a door, and when you don’t say anything to him, instead choosing to stare blankly at him with those gorgeous eyes that he loved the most, Sunghoon allows himself to fall into a laughing fit. You don’t even know if you want to punch him for his teasing antics, calm your erratic heartbeat and tell your soul that it’s safe to come back before it could completely leave your body because he hasn’t discovered your —not so— secret crush on him, or feel disappointed because he’s definitely not going to kiss you. Pushing him in a rather hasher manner (which… wasn’t intended at all) his cackling comes to an end with a small yelp when he almost falls off the bed, having to get a hold of your arm to prevent it from happening.

“You’re a fucking dumbass, Park Sunghoon!”

He gives you a goofy smile, his heart fluttering inside his chest at seeing you try to bite back a smile. “But you’re laughing too!”

You snort, shaking your head. “I’m trying to be all serious here, and you just had to say your stupid comments!”

You unconsciously pout in frustration, making his smile grow ten times wider. Clearing his throat, he straightens his back and makes a hand gesture as if to tell you to keep talking.

“Well then. I promise you I’m going to keep my mouth shut,” he raises his pinky finger and intertwines it with yours, kissing it to seal the promise (and almost making you blush.) “Speak now Y/n.”

Speak now, but not as the Taylor Swift song (you loved that song, by the way), this “speak now” was more like: confess your feelings now or die regretting not taking the opportunity when it was offered to you, later.

(“Your time is running out, and they said ‘speak now’”… Huh, if you think about it closely, every single Taylor Swift’s lyrics can be applied on a daily basis’ situation.)

Stopping your train of thought before you can zone out —again—, you sigh deeply, straighten your back and mirror his sitting position so you can look at him dead in the eye.

Fuck it, let’s do this.

Counting down to three in your head, you gulp down the nervousness.

“I—I think I’m... I’m in love with you Sunghoon.”

Impressive how six words and twenty-nine characters can be so simple yet still be hard to pronounce out loud, especially because of the heavy feelings lingering behind them. Your confession leaves your lips in a rather hushed tone, and if it wasn’t for the dead silence and the closeness you both were sitting in, he probably wouldn’t have ever heard it.

But he did. Of course Park Sunghoon heard your love confession, because if he hadn’t, then what would explain the bewildered expression he was sporting right now?

Did you... Did you just say you love him? Was this a joke? Did Niki tell you to say this to him to see how he would react?

Scratch that away. No, you’d never play along to a joke like that, especially involving him —your best friend— with something like this.

He feels his head going in a frenzy as he tries to search for some logical explanations, his breath hitches in his throat and his heart is going wild like he just has run a thousand mile marathon. You loved him, that’s what you said, right? Was his mind playing weird tricks to mess with his feelings because he was sleepy?

There was no way that you, the person he has been pinning for years now, has really told him that she’s in love with him.

He stares at you, dumbfounded at the recent information you had unfolded at him. Sadly, you can’t listen to his thoughts just to know that the feeling is, indeed, mutual. You can no longer breathe in that uncomfortable silence you just created for the both of you.

Damn, so this is what the second leads from the k-dramas you binge watch on netflix feel whenever they get rejected.

Oh my god, I’m so dumb right? I’m not just a clown: I’m the whole act! No– wait, it’s worse: I’m the entire fucking circus! Okay, okay, breathe. Let’s not panic. We keep ourselves cool and exit like a girl boss… A girlboss that just got rejected–

Blinking down the tears that were threatening to form, you stand up from the bed and look ahead of the door.

“Uh, sorry about all of this,” stumbling over your words, you start walking away. “Just— just forget I ever said anything, okay? I–I think I should get going—“

“No, wait!”

Sunghoon’s quick on his feet, rising from his seating position too before you can get further away from him. He pulls you by your hand, making you collide against his strong chest.

Well, if you weren’t panicking before, now you are, starting to feel the embarrassment along with the warm blush slowly creeping up your neck to make its way to your face. Right in this moment, you were thankful that your face wasn’t available for Sunghoon to see, because you knew you would get teased to no end.

There’s some seconds of silence after that, you get to perceive everything ten thousand times stronger, from the soft fabric of his turquoise sweater that you were gripping with your fingers, to his musky cologne. And maybe it was because you were too mortified because of the situation, because if you’ve paid more attention, you’d have also seen how Sunghoon was fighting for his life because having you this close to him was making him melt.

It was like something taken straight out of his daydreams. Sunghoon has always wanted to hold you this close to him.

But even if he wanted to voice out his feelings too, the little devil on his left side was telling him to push your buttons just a little bit more. He wanted to dwell in the effect —he just recently discovered— he had on you.

Clearing his throat to call for your attention (which is pointless since you keep your gaze fixed somewhere else instead of him), you hear his breathy voice calling your name.

“Y/n…” You feel one of his arms sneaking around your waist, making your breath hitch in your throat. “I—I understand it, you know? And I totally feel you.”

You feel your composure slowly dissolving at hearing those words.

“What?”

Sunghoon hums. “I totally get it, I mean; who wouldn’t fall in love with me? I mean, look at me!”

He parts away from you a little and points at himself proudly. You can’t even process those words, staring at him speechless.

Was he… teasing you for having a crush on him?

Blinking three times at the tall boy in a shocked state, the realization dawns upon you after he starts laughing at your flabbergasted face. Typical Park Sunghoon behavior, you think. He had to tease you about it, of course he had to do it even if you were about to die from embarrassment because you just dropped the L bomb on him. We are talking about Park Sunghoon here: your best friend since you wore diapers, your best friend since boys thought girls had cooties and your best friend since you were through your awkward teen years when everything felt uncomfortable and your classmates shipped the both of you together. You knew him, so of course, it was dumb of you to think that he wouldn’t pull something like this just for the sake of his own entertainment.

God, now he was just being plain stupid.

The red in your face gets stronger with each minute that passes, so punching him in the chest, you cover your face with both hands to hide away from him. You feel his arms enclosing your waist again to pull you closer, his chest vibrating against you as you hear his joyful cackling against your ears.

You internally curse Jake for telling you that your crush wasn’t one-sided at all. (And he was right, Sunghoon was the most obvious person when it came to stare at you like you were the one that put the stars in the sky, and talk about you like you were the eight wonder. You just happened to be very oblivious)

“Please god, end this or end me now. Whichever you’d like to do first” you think.

You’re too focused on your internal monologue that you don’t even notice Sunghoon’s laughing fit coming to an end.

“Hey, Y/n? Look at me.”

You huff, shaking your head in denial.

“... No, leave me alone”

He hugs you tighter with one arm, the other letting go of your waist and reaching your face so he could pull away your hands covering your flushed face. When he gets what he wants, he searches for your eyes.

His face is inches away from yours, you can feel his breath fanning against your lips and his eyes hold so many stars that it makes your stomach do a flip. Cupping one side of your face with his hand, he puts his thumb against your lower lip.

“Not gonna lie.. I wanted to be the first one to confess. But,” he shrugs, a small smirk making its way in his handsome features, “oh well… Looks like you just beat me to it.”

Pause. Rewind… What?

“Sunghoon,” you voice out threateningly, “I swear to god, if you’re just—“

You’re not even halfway your comment before the white haired boy leans in and closes the space between the both of you, his lips capturing yours in a tender kiss. Everything about it screams love and adoration for you, and it makes you feel dizzy. His mouth moves softly against yours while his thumb caresses your cheek. You sigh softly against him, and the boy can’t help but grin into the kiss.

Separating after some seconds to catch some air, the boy can’t help but coo in adoration at seeing your eyes fluttering. Sunghoon rests his forehead against yours and smiles.

“I swear I’d never play with something like this, Y/n.” He says now with a serious tone and a determined look in his eyes. Then, he leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead, and on your cheek. “I’m in love with you too, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. Crazy right? But,” he shrugs trying to play it cool, “I can’t help it, you’re just too perfect.”

Sunghoon ends his little love confession with a small kiss on your nose, melting on the inside at hearing you giggle.

You feel your chest warming up at his antics and at his heartfelt words.

In that moment, you swear that one of these days, Park Sunghoon was going to be the death of you.

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nice to meet you, boyfriend!◞♡ ⃗

۵ SUMMARY ! when a strange man approaches you at the grocery store, you call for your "boyfriend", who has just cluelessly entered the store, unaware of his new relationship status with you, a complete stranger. hopefully he plays along…

۵ PAIRING ! jungwon × gn!reader

۵ GENRE ! fake dating on the spot, fluff with a very shy wonnie

۵ WC ! 1.2k

۵ WARNINGS ! weird guy trying to get your number, he touches your hand

a/n: woops i wrote this thing super quickly last night while listening to old love by yuji <3 i should be working on requests but it was jungwon hours okay!! (when is it not tbh)

farmers must be smiling brilliantly by a glance at the view outside. heavy droplets of rain shower onto the concrete, washing away the tiny pieces of rubble deserted one by one.

but those little rocks weren’t the only thing that was going to be deserted if your damn umbrella didn’t open up. you knew you shouldn’t have made such an impulsive purchase at the dollar store, but the colorful design of the flexible plastic was much too charming to resist!

nonetheless, after a couple more pathetic attempts of you looking like a lunatic and smacking your umbrella against the ground, you eventually huff in surrender as you continue down the sidewalk, allowing the raindrops to attack you mercilessly.

all you wanted was to pick up some easy, reheatable dinner from the convenience store, you didn’t think you’d be getting a free shower along the way.

luckily, it wasn’t much longer before you made it to the small market, sighing in relief as the warmth enclosed you from the miserable weather outside. you nod politely in greeting to the employee behind the counter, shuffling your way further into the store to find yourself some ramen.

now, the hardest decision of all, what flavor to get? perhaps today is a roast beef day, yeah that sounds pretty good! or wait, soy sauce never fails you either, but you couldn’t go wrong with just salt right—

“excuse me?”

you’re snapped out of your inner debate by the sound of a male’s voice from right next to you. you flinch in surprise, turning around to find a much older looking, tall man staring down at you. “oh, yes?” you reply, awkwardly looking around to see if you’ve missed something. “i’m so sorry, am i in the way?”

the stranger smirks, looking down at you strangely as if you were a piece of meat. “no, actually i was just wondering if i could get your number,” he asks. well, it didn’t exactly seem like asking in the way he already began pulling out his phone in the middle of his sentence, as if there was no possibility of you denying him.

“uh,” you gulp, looking around the store nervously. “i’m sorry, do i know you?

for some reason, his simper grows at that, suddenly grabbing your hand in his free one. “no, but you can always get to know me, babe.” yeah, absolutely not. you resist the urge to gag, now feeling more enticed to find an escape rather than get your ramen.

fortunately, the doorbell rings abruptly, alerting a new customer's entry and giving you the distraction needed to rip your hand away from the man’s unwanted grip.

a cat-like boy with fluffy, tangled hair walks in, his hands cutely stuffed into the pockets of his grey hoodie. each ear held a shiny white airpod, and his sweats and sneakers told you that just like you, he was probably just here to quickly grab something and be on his merry way, which only made you feel more guilty for what you were about to do.

“oh! actually, there’s my boyfriend,” you shout slightly, praying to every god that the boy’s headphones weren’t soundproof, and that he’d play along. even at the mention of your ‘boyfriend’, the older man doesn’t back up at all, clearly untrustworthy of your statement as he stays grossly glued to your front.

your new boyfriend definitely didn’t hear you; it was easy to tell in the way he continued to nod his head slightly to his music, walking down the aisle, until for a split second, he met your desperate eyes. at your intense staring, his eyebrows furrow, looking between you and the man before cautiously taking out his airpods. “uh, hello?”

even his voice was cute, damn it. focus. “babe!” you watch in horror as his eyes widen in surprise at the petname. shit, please play along.

“i’ve been waiting for you, i was just deciding on what ramen flavor we should get.” you hold your breath, both you and the man staring at him intensely.

it was silent for a moment. pleasepleasepleaseplease—

the boy unravels his hands from his pockets, confidently walking over to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. “oh, is that so? and who’s this?” he says, unimpressed as he studies the man up and down.

the man quickly backs up, raising his hands in surrender, “oh, my bad man, i was just—”

your new companion coughs as an interruption, suddenly pushing you back to stand in between you and the man. “trying to flirt with my partner? that’s nice, but i think we’ll be on our way now,” he announces nonchalantly, leading you along next to him as you make your grand escape.

the millisecond you’ve made it to a new aisle of the store, the boy releases you from his protective grip, shyly backing up and bowing instantly. “i’m so sorry, i hope it was okay i touched you i just wasn’t really sure what to do but i—i knew you needed help i’ve just never been in a relationship or—“

you walk up to him as he continues his rant, cupping his jaw and planting a peck on his cheek to get him to calm down a bit. though it seems to have the opposite effect by the way he instantly freezes up, and you barely hold in a laugh at his dumbstruck expression and apple red cheeks.

just moments ago, this boy was standing up to a man much older and bigger than him with a confident hold on your waist; now here he was, refusing to even meet your eyes as he fidgets with his hoodie strings.

“it’s okay, thank you…” you start, looking at him with question.

“jungwon! it’s jungwon.”

“y/n,” you introduce, offering a hand out to him. “say, jungwon, or should i be saying boyfriend?” he smiles shyly at that, a harsh dimple poking through his cheek. “would you wanna come have some ramen with me? on me of course, to show my appreciation.” you aren’t quite sure where your sudden confidence came from, perhaps it was due to how timid the boy in front of you was.

jungwon’s head snaps up at your offer, and you coo at his small expression that truly resembles a surprised cat. “oh, sure!”

that’s how you found yourself hand in hand with a boy you’d only met a few minutes ago, grocery bag slung over your arm while you share his airpods, humming along to music while walking back to your apartment.

“under the moonlight we made our first kiss, ‘cause this is the moment you made me feel like it’s the old love…

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