Hoonpalettes

r u mine?

jungwon x reader

genre : slow burn, ceo x secretary, love alarm.

synopsis : once captured by a camera, cupid has shot twice, and shot hard into the core of the hearts of colleagues.

warnings : this may be the cause of u being single (jk) kissing, making out.

this is short, i think.

treacherous your heart was, saying things you never abide too, your mind hindered the truth. that you really, deeply fell.

you were being courted by heeseung, never seeing deeply what was with you, deeming yourself loyal to him in the times of courtship.

but does he know that the one that you ever truly dreamed of being with was your boss, mr. yang jungwon.

it was one long day in the yang company, buying, selling, building. it was then until you realized you left your phone by jungwon's office, switching yours with his instead.

entering the moody room there was a faint smell of coffee and paper. clicking sounds heard seeing the person to cause an action. he raised his head up, glasses reflecting the infrared screen.

"not heading home yet ms. lee?" his voice almost monotonous, queried.

"i was, i switched our phones by mistake" you said heading to his desk swiftly taking your phone and putting back his.

"i'm going to take my leave sir yang" you bowed, heading for the door, only a hand stopping your physique to reach out of the room"

"can you stay—" his statement cut short by the sudden alarm sounds coming from the both of your phones, pink stained screens and heart bubbles fusing into the monitor with bold words included saying 'match found!'

you directly looked at his face surprised, a laugh travelled past your lips as your standing figure weakened. "i wouldn't believe if someone said you had love alarm, but you actually do!" you said grinning.

although it was stupid that you also had one, in your defense it was left untouched and treated unserious, but in contrast with your boss he was consistent, and strict, nothing could've made you loosen up more than now. it eased you up that he probably had been having a hard time finding a partner.

his hand went up to scratch his neck chuckling lowly. "i wont tell anyone" you paused "i'm going now" you smiled at him until you were once again stopped.

"i don't know how long it will take until you realize my advances towards you" his face forming a confused-impatient picture that he delivered with a chuckle.

"i downloaded this stupid app, that i also paid money for to pair us and to make this stupid alarm, just for it to go off on the wrong time" he chuckled airily.

"but jungwon you know i have heese—" you said confused.

"but does he know? that i'm the one you give attention too, the one you look for, the one you truly give attention to? not just in this workplace" he scoffed, hiding his bruised pride.

"you deem yourself loyal to the courtship, yet you give me and continue to let me show you how much i adore you" he stood further pushing you to the wall.

"will he ever know how much i came close to you right at this moment?" he finally said releasing a heavy sigh. his adoration for you trembled as he saw the sincerity in your eyes as the pillars of his love for you only broke to be built stronger than the second that just passed by.

"i guess he will soon have to know on how much i prefer your lips mr. yang" you finally spoke, pulling onto his necktie pulling him into you. your lips colliding into synchronization of hearts.

his lips never felt more divine than this, than any other luxury that went as close to his lips. you, and you only is his luxury in life. your lips spent longer time just to appreciate every crevice of your being, his tongue entering your mouth as you felt his sincerity sucking yours as he moaned into your mouth, he felt immaculate.

you were soon seated on the couch as he slowly moved away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting you both, the lust filled being of jungwon pushing himself into you kissing you again, as if it was the most sensual thing to be done.

you pushed him to flip him into sitting on the couch as your legs placed on each corners of his thighs, your pants grew short from the pressure on the cloth by your knees. you rested on his thighs both of your heads moving as if there was more space to consume into each other.

"god, you're so hot" he said onto your lips. the vibrations went through your body giving you motivation to press yourself flush against him, slowly grinding into him as you suck on his tongue causing him to moan again. "y/n" he moaned into your mouth, his head went loose, his face resting onto your neck, making contact with his lips, "sh-shit i might lose myself baby" he grunted.

you guess heeseung wouldn't have to know that you clearly had a favorite.

I FINALLY POSTED AGAIN!! i missed posting and interacting with you guys. i dont think you would be surprised seeing another jungwon fic from me anm😭

⋆ NOW WE DATE ! · psh — TEASER !

SYNOPSIS · everyone knew you were sunghoon's biggest fan— or so you claimed to be— it didn't take a scientist to guess after your nonstop gushing about him during enhypen's debut. now, they didn't know you found him 'babygirl shaped,' not until you accidentally tweeted it on your main.

GENRE · fluff, humour, mutual pinning, mini smau

WARNINGS · usual kys / kms jokes

NOTE · hey lol i was bored so im dropping this teaser ??? 😭😭 pls this wont be out until after my exams, i just wanted to post this helpp idk send ask / comment to be on the taglist...the mlist will be out next month . ok bye once again

MASTERLIST ( tbr )

wonyoung is so pretty

the tears won't stop.

dude is ADORABLE.

crush (l. hs)

creep—> pairing. heeseung x female reader

genre. friends older brother AU, explicit smutty smut: filth, the smallest pinch of fluff, M/F

warnings. profanity, alcohol consumption, mild slut shaming, mean dom Heeseung, getting caught, jealousy, choking, oral, breeding, possessiveness, rough unprotected sex. minors DNI.

wc. 5000 now playing. Crush/Jennifer Paige

“surprised you didn’t end up stealing Heeseung’s boxers to keep as some prized treasure.”

“dude seriously? I don’t have a thing for your brother.”

“oh I know. this lifelong crush you’ve had turned into an infatuation years ago.”

conversation with your friend repeated throughout your thoughts for the rest of the week. picking out a new fragrance while asking yourself if Heeseung preferred fruity or floral. prepping cute outfits to wear in case he happens to be home when you head over to study. testing out new hairstyles, maybe he likes how your hair looks up better.

it’s not like everything you do depends on his reaction. it’s just a crush.

at least, you try to convince yourself that it’s just a crush. the problem is Heeseung seems to have forgotten you even exist.

none of the bait you throw out catches your prey. he hasn’t spoken to you once, let alone looked your way; even when you stand right before him he stays adamant in the most inconspicuous of ways to not meet your desperate gaze.

how you went from a silent playful game of chase with suggestive gestures— even just in passing, to nothing at all had really turned your brain upside down.

it shouldn’t bother you, he’s just some guy, some guy who gave you the best orgasm you fear no one will ever be able to top. some guy who’s made you act foolish, purposely dropping your keys before heading back home when you spotted Heeseung sitting on the couch playing video games. even the sad effort of wiggling your ass— intentionally exposed as you took time to pat around for your keys wasn’t enough.

you shouldn’t care, but maybe you do, because whether you admit it or not, you want him. you only want him.

because you have a crush on Heeseung.

Heeseung’s home now, not that it matters. not that you matter to him.

his face never turns to see who’s sat in the living room with his sister, he has to know it’s you. he has to know it’s always you these days; becoming a regular guest ever since he caught you. maybe he had a point— you’re a creep.

“you’re coming to the party this Friday, right?” thoughts disintegrate when your friend snaps her fingers in your face with an annoyed look. “are you even listening to me? I hate when you zone out like that.”

“sorry..” you mumble, quickly sitting up straight in act of pretending you could care less about Heeseung’s presence. not fast enough for his sister to not notice, glancing over her shoulder and rolling her eyes when she spots him by the door.

“as I was saying, Heeseung’s throwing a little get together.” 

it’s hard enough to hide your sudden interest in what she’s saying, twitching at the corners of your lips to control a possible squeal from passing, you nod with lack of care for her to continue.

“you’re coming right? all the guys will be there.”

“sure, what’s the occasion?”

“it’s nothing really,” she scoffs under her breath, ducking her chin with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “he’s trying to impress some girl he’s been obsessed with.”

the jump your throat gives only seems to amuse her even more, twirling the straw in her cup deviously as she goes on. “I guess it’s her last summer here before she heads off to University across the world somewhere. he’s doing the most to swoon her.”

“she’s older than him?” you can’t fight the urge to ask, too curious to learn more. since when does Lee Heeseung get a crush?! why would he even give you the time of day if he had his mind on someone else. 

“yeah, her names Mia, really pretty. out of his league if you ask me.”

Mia. really pretty. older. full of confidence you clearly lack. she glides along the backyard deck like some type of ethereal goddess beckoning suitors to her call at a glance alone.

of course Heeseung likes her, of course he wants to impress her, of course he’s been ignoring you. 

that’s really all you can think of huddled between your group of friends, hiding the lower half of your face behind a red solo cup filled with tepid water as you do your best to control your emotions from flying off the handles. 

no amount of cute outfits and pretty new hairstyles would impress him, you’d always just be his younger sister's friend who gazed at him like you’d give up your world for his attention, because maybe you would.

“what are you even wearing?” one of your friends interrupts your thoughts, giving you the up and down with a snarky smirk.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“your ass is nearly hanging out,” she notes, wagging a pointer finger over your figure. “someone’s trying to get laid tonight.”

“that shouldn’t be too hard.” Heeseung’s sister approaches sporting an uncomfortable wide smile. “Sunghoon’s been cracking jokes that you’re an underwear thief.”

“what?!” you gape, nearly spilling and tossing your cup. 

“sorry!” she waves in the direction where her brother’s friends stand near each other. their heads thrown back letting out obnoxious loud laughter pointing, the tallest amongst them pointing toward you.

“that’s her! pervert little creep that stole Heeseung’s boxers!” Sunghoon exclaims for everyone around to hear. all eyes fall on you, including ones you haven’t felt on yourself in weeks. 

Heeseung stands by Mia, leaning back on his forearms against the fence lining the deck. the pose giving him a laid back cocky aura as if he could care less about how attractive the girl next to him looks.

the girl next to him who also happens to now have noticed you, squinting fiercely as she takes you in. tightening up her hold on the half empty bottle in her clutches, she tilts her head, turning back to face Heeseung. lips moving slowly in a rigid impassive manner. 

the annoyance prickling through her expression only amuses him, smirking before he flicks her chin to make her giggle. the entire act is absolutely sickening to watch, churning your stomach full of water in a nausea inducing way.

“I need a drink.” you blurt, charging toward where a keg sits between 2 set up tables full of energy drinks, shots and various half empty bottles of clear alcohol. 

one problem, you realize— fiddling with the keg in front of you; you don’t drink.

“need help with that, princess?”

his husky vocals tickle the shell of your ear before you can let out a gasped breath, weighty palms settle on your hips, firm chest brushing against your back. “you’re kind of creating a line of people now.”

a look over your shoulder displays 3 people standing in irritation, 1 tapping their foot waving an empty cup at you. 

Jay nudges your lower half, tapping the tip of his nose against the column of your throat. “don’t know how to use that thing, do you?”

“is it that obvious?”

“cute.” Jay huffs out a laugh, maneuvering you to his side. “you have to disengage the tap like this baby.”

he goes on explaining, showing off his bare biceps with extra flex as he turns the tap clockwise. “nice and snug, like that.”

Jay nods, instructing you to tip your cup. “look at how fast you’re learning. see you want to tilt it just right, too much foam is never good.”

“thanks..” 

the beer tastes foul splashing on your tongue regardless of the amount of foam, not even your handsome bartender could help that. 

“don’t like the taste, huh?” Jay smirks, nudging your side. “didn’t think you drank?”

“I don’t.” you confirm, covering your mouth to spit back into your cup. “I don’t understand how anyone could enjoy this.”

“maybe beer’s not your vibe.” he looks over the table, snapping his fingers as he lands on a bottle of blue raspberry vodka. “someone as sweet as you needs something just as sugary.”

“why do you know so much about this?” you wonder, mostly admiring how strong his side profile looks as he concentrates on decorating the rims on two shot glasses with crystalized sugar. 

“you think I could afford to look this good if I didn’t have a bus boy gig on the side?” he grins, filling the two small glasses with a much too bright blue liquid. “I’m trying to get bumped up to a bartender position, better tips.”

turning to face you, he lifts up a slice of lime cut into a triangle. “so don’t forget to tip. I’ll go first.”

with a wink, Jay sets the lime between your lips softly laughing at the surprise crossing your eyes with confusion. dabbing a line of salt on your collarbone, he lifts a shot glass motioning ‘this is how you do it.’

“lick it” he leans in, the waft of freshly washed skin dosed in musky cologne hitting your senses. a wet glide from his tongue drags across your decollate, lapping up the small chunks of salt. “slam it.” 

his throat bobs, strong neck on display as he tosses his head back to swallow down the blue that already has your gut on fire in anticipation, worsening when your pseudo bar tender’s eyes clenched shut from the burn passing down his throat. “and suck it.”

Jay’s mouth crashes against yours with more force than he planned, too excited to shove the lime away and nip at your lips in hopes to snag a kiss. he does exactly that, pushing the slice away with the tip of his tongue in favor of sucking on your lower lip. strong grip returning to your hips to knead at as he pushes closer to your response, parting open for him to explore inside and find your tongue. blue raspberry mixed with bitterness lands in a mix of saliva, battling together for more of a taste.

“what the fuck are you doing?”

Heeseung shoves at Jay’s shoulder, breaking the two of you apart with a sharp scowl drowning his typically pretty features in anger. 

“what? you said you didn’t care!” Jay glowers in return, tossing his friends touch away. “you have Mia to worry about, don’t you?”

Heeseung’s pupils expand faster than he can speak, twitching between his finger tips to control himself from balling up his fist and sending Jay down to the ground. “she’s my sister’s friend, I told you, don’t.”

“she can speak for herself.” Jay nods, tugging you closer to his side by your waist. “am I bothering you, princess?”

Heeseung’s jaw tightens at the nickname, turning to look away to quill raged annoyance racing up his chest. 

he has someone else to worry about.. he likes someone else, someone who’s nothing like you.

“you’re not bothering me..”

“did you hear that Heeseung?” Jay asks, more cocky now with his brow cocked. the other shaking his head before storming off without another word. “don’t think about it.”

Jay does good on distracting you, asking if you got the step by step process or if he should demonstrate one more time. 

“I think I got it, I’m just going to run to the restroom really quick.” you let him know, signaling to give you a minute before spinning to head inside of the house. 

ice cold water rivers down your front, suctioning the material of your flimsy party dress to your flesh. trickles falling down to your feet landing between your toes, drenching through the front of your underwear.

“oh my God!” Mia stands before you, cup in hand near empty as her other lifts to cover her mouth in shock. “my mistake!”

she laughs, dumping the rest of the cup's contents above your head. the chill passing by suddenly much more cold, setting a shiver up your spine. “I’m sure you could find a pair of boxers to dry yourself off with, slut.”

she grins proudly, throwing the plastic solo cup at your feet before turning around, retreating to her group of giggling friends mocking you like a group of children.

Heeseung’s sister rushes over to cover your front, stammering out an apology while directing you into the house quickly. “you can clean off in my room, grab whatever you want to change into from my closet.”

she pushes for you to head up the stairs, mumbling about throwing your clothes in the dryer before you leave. “I’m gonna go find out who told Sunghoon about the dare, and ruin their night!”

she storms off on a mission, leaving you to sulk your way up to her bedroom. a necessity to sit down on the edge of her bed to not get anything wet as you sigh and hang your head. 

this night had been too much already, from Heeseung flirting with Mia, to Jay flirting with you, to Sunghoon turning your fond memory into a joke. had Heeseung been the one to share what happened with his friends? would he seriously gossip like that?

“and now my hair’s ruined.” forcing yourself to stand, you take in your soaked appearance. the damage is a lot less worse than you expected, just a smidge of teary eyeliner trailing down your cheek, easy to wipe off. stripping off your dress by rolling the wet fabric down your body, you wonder why you even bothered. 

it’s not as if Heeseung showed any interest in you after he got what he wanted, as far as he’s concerned you fell off the face of the earth to be long forgotten. 

clearly you were just a quick fuck. 

silently you nod to yourself, dabbing off your cooled skin with a towel. panties clinging to your center uncomfortably wet in a way you hadn’t expected tonight. contemplating the thought of going commando for the next couple of hours while your clothes dry off, you could always wash whatever you borrowed later.

the door creaks open right as you decide to forego your panties, snapping your attention to Heeseung’s face poking in as if he hadn’t expected to catch you like this.

“oh..” he stalks inside regardless, shrugging while clicking the door shut. “nothing I haven’t seen.”

“get out!” 

Heeseung rolls his eyes, crossing his arms leaning back against his sister’s closet door. “you’ve been pining for my attention all night, now you have it and you want me to leave? why? because I’m not Jay?”

“I haven’t been trying to get your attention.” you correct, moreso lie. pressing the towel to your chest to conceal some of your skin, too exposed under his heaty gaze.

“you don’t even like him like that.” he says, turning up his chin arrogantly. 

“like what?”  

Heeseung’s tongue pokes out, dragging along the seam of his lips. “the way you like me.”

a scoff flies out of your mouth before you realize, taking your turn to roll your eyes. “I don’t like you in any type of way.”

Hesseung doesn’t miss his chance to invade your space, capturing your jaw with one hand to make your neck crack, forcing your gaze to focus on his. “because you haven’t been coming around almost everyday for your bullshit crafting sessions suddenly? bending over in front of me in the tiniest piece of fabric barely covering your ass pathetic excuse for a skirt? staring at me while drool spills out of your mouth like some horny puppy?”

your hands circle his wrist, struggling under the grip he keeps secured on you. “never did any of that you fucking pervert.”

Heeseung lets out just a hint of a laugh, licking his bottom lip before he leans closer, long neck bending into meet you eye level. “what type of idiot do you take me for? you think I’ve already forgotten how you cried and begged on my cock?”

“I didn’t beg.” you spit out, lying through your teeth. a lick of excitement curls through your chest, surging its way through your veins to the tips of your fingers. an unfortunate uncontrollable reaction to the close proximity of his pink saliva coated lips hovering just above yours.

“do you need the reminder?” his cheek lifts to one side, pulling off the signature shit-eating smirk you’ve obsessed over through sleepless nights with a pillow lodged between your thighs. his thumb inches up to your pout, pressing down the center of your lower lip with a rough dig. “I can show you, but the way you chant my name like a prayer sounds much prettier.”

“Heeseung..” 

“that’s it..” he smiles, softly, chest rising and falling to contain a sigh. the syrupy sweet whiny way you let out each syllable of his name playing over and over like a broken record each time he finds himself with a fist wrapped around his cock. even resorting to bury his face into one of his pillowcases still lingering with traces of your shampoo.

“Heeseung..” you repeat, laving at his thumb. a low moan escaping your throat from the taste alone, not because it’s good, but because it’s him; the object of your every desire toying with you the way you need.

“you say my name like you want me. like you only want me.” his thumb presses in, releasing the towel free of your grip to land at your feet. inching in closer until the backs of your knees hit the edge of his sister’s bed. the reminder shooting your eyes open, shaking your head.

“shh shh, everyone's partying.” he reassures, sliding messy bits of your hair behind your ear while lowering you to lay back. “don’t think about anyone else, it’s just us.”

Heeseung roams your exposed figure, sucking in a deep breath observing your chest rise and fall faster the longer he feels over your thighs. curious hands trail upward to squeeze and pull at your hips, digging his fingers into your waist. “I gave you what you wanted and you’re still so pathetically desperate, spreading your thighs open begging me to give you more.”

“Heeseung..”

his eyelashes flutter, fanning the tops of his cheeks as he tips his neck back. palming down your sides to loop the strings of your underwear through his fingers. “you know what to say, good girls don’t need to be told twice.”

“please?” you ask, agonizingly so, defeated without even trying. plotting and planning for weeks the different scenarios that could land you under his menacing hands once again. 

Heeseung knows you’ve been putting in work to get his attention. nearly snapping when he saw you bent over badly pretending to search for something on the floor. the perfect position to fuck you right there, push your face into the ground and claim you as if you belong to him, because in his mind, you do.

he tsks, tongue clicking loudly against the backs of his teeth, spreading your thighs apart to watch your cunt pulsate. the thin material covered in your arousal doing a poor job of concealing anything. tracing a pathway up your inner thighs, he grips at the tender flesh surrounding your underwear. pulling and kneading you to make your hole open and close under the material. a loud pop of wetness emitting with each movement, sending his neck side to side as he admires.

“you get wet like this for anyone else?” Heeseung rasps, throat already betraying him. having to swallow down a wad of saliva to calm himself.

“only you.” you confess, too pent up to force a lie anymore.

“I know.” he muses, biting his lower lip to wash away the smirk threatening to pull at his lips. tugging the seat of your underwear to the side, he kisses the backs of his teeth, pushing a finger between your slit. “I know you’ve been waiting, prancing around all dolled up wishing I’d fuck you again.”

each word sinks your chest deeper into the bed, worrying your eyebrows together as you nod. hips canting upward for more, only for his other hand to splay across your stomach and push you back down. “stay like this, you don’t deserve it after what you just pulled.”

“I’m sorry..I..didn’t..” whimpers break your speech, trembling as he slots between your thighs sinking two fingers inside of you. pushing them apart to stretch you open, unable to contain a hiss from how tight you wrap around his digits.

“yes you did.” he corrects, biting on his lip to stop himself from cracking. “you can speak for yourself, can’t you? you know what you did.”

a hushed curse melts under your tongue, squirming when he shoves another finger in. frantically shaking your head with a sob, letting a shattered denying whimpered out. 

“it wasn’t enough last time. you need to learn your lesson.” 

Heeseung moves swiftly, knees hitting the ground to latch his mouth on your clit. the three digits inside of you setting a drilling speed bowing your back up into an arch. the furl hitting you intensely, snapping your spine up into a perfect curve. 

“fuck!” each roll of his tongue against your clit charges through your nerves. fingers dripping in your arousal, pushing out filthy lewd sounds the harder and faster he mercilessly pumps them. gushes of wetness pour freely, dribbling down the the inside of his forearm.

Heeseung doesn’t relent, licking fat strips between your folds, noisy as he slurps up the mess of slick coating your outer lips. his fingers curling inside of you, pushing your climax to hit faster with lips pursed together on your clit. 

“taste so good for me.” he vibrates against your bundle of nerves. the tips of his fingers pressing hard against a spot deep inside of you pushing the heels of your feet to dig into the bed, shouting between gritted teeth.

“I’m—I’m!” words die in your throat, the palm flattened on your stomach reaching up to grab your breasts, ripping the cups of your bra down to watch your chest bounce as you shake through an orgasm. white hot heat burns at your retinas, clenching your eyes shut with a whine when Heeseung continues to lap and press at your sensitive clit, his digits releasing with a wet pop. leisurely dragging the mess of your release across your inner thighs.

“so fucking nasty.” he says, trailing his tongue up to paint saliva on top of the wetness covering you. “only I should get to see you like this.”

teeth nip at your inner thighs, grabbing onto your ruined underwear to throw aside. clothes fly off his body, stroking himself a few times to full hardness, returning a desperate ache to pulsate between your legs.

Heeseung mounts you immediately, dick twitching in his palm the more time he spends staring at your pilant figure. helplessly gazing up at him looming over you. knocking your knees apart to set himself between you, the tip of his cock prods at your entrance. one hand secured at the base to not fuck fully into you. “so pretty for me.”

“Hee..” your voice trembles, whining even so. unable to stop yourself from groveling. a sad thirsty puppy with your tongue hung loose, needy pants blowing out. the image of your already fucked out face shooting pangs of heat through Heeseung’s chest, pushing the tip in more to watch your entrance struggle around his size. 

“I know.” he finally pushes in more, catching a gasped breath halfway. velvety walls trap him, wet, hot and so so wet, the sensation pushing a groan from the back of his throat. “so fucking good, feel so good for me.”

Heeseung buries into the hilt, cutting off a choked moan expelled from your chest. his cock stretching you open exactly as you remembered, replayed nightly. shuffling closer, his hips roll against you, placing a hand on your throat to keep you in place. dragging out slowly to slam back in, growing addicted to the way you spasm around him. 

he sets a gruelling pace right off, thrust after thrust pounding into your pilant body, pushing your mind to drift further and further away. “this is what happens when you forget who you belong to.”

his breath grows long-winded, pistoning with vigor. the clap of your skin meeting resounding throughout the bedroom making it easy to forget he never locked the door.

“Heeseung?”

a voice coming from outside interrupts your moment, stilling the both of you. the hand on your throat loosening momentarily as he listens, setting a finger on your lips.

“shh shhh..” Heeseung’s eyes go wide, glancing at the door as footsteps echo down the hall. whines lost in his palm, quickly covering his fingers in tears that won’t stop from streaming down your face. he stiffens, slowing to a soft pace by only grinding into you. “you have to be quiet baby.”

another call of his name passes, louder the closer they approach. the familiar noise of doors opening and shutting after each. the anticipation of getting caught only adding more thrill, sending waves of excitement to your core, clamping around the size roughly jerking inside of you.

“fuck..” Heeseung grits, slapping his palm over your mouth with more force when you let out a weakened moan. footsteps clearly change direction, pushing the door open to unveil Mia’s face dropping.

“Heeseung?” she splutters at first, jaw dropped where she stands. the palm on your throat returning to grip you tightly and force you to look at her. 

“look who it is baby.” his thrusts return to a brutal snap, aiming hard and rapid again. releasing your locked lips to hoist one of your legs onto his shoulder for the viewer the get a good look. “what was that she called you earlier? a slut?”

Heeseung mocks you, slapping your thigh when you barely respond. choking under his hold growing tighter, constricting your air flow even more. “my slut, my pretty little slut.”

gurgled sobs emit between the ruthless pace he’s fallen into, meeting Mia’s gaze for less than a second before she huffs angrily, spinning on her foot with her middle finger stretched out. mumbling something about what a ‘fucking asshole’ Heeseung is.

“I’ll never let her talk to you like that again.” he stutters between pressing a sloppy pattern of kisses against your forehead. pecks littering down your down to your lips, softly pressing together.

it’s too much, trapped under his weight, stirring your mind to uselessness. the only thing able to pass through your muddled thoughts is the need to cum. to feel his warmth deep inside of you.

“d-don’t pull out, please—please, wanna feel you.” through chattering teeth you plea, scrabbling to grab onto his shoulders. too crushed in the folded position he’s kept you in to breathe properly, let alone speak up. endless amounts of whimpers and cries pouring the more he buries inside of you. licking at his upper lip with a nod.

“beg for it, why should I give it to you baby?” Heeseung’s mockery has you clamping around his size, rolling your eyes back with ragged breaths pulled from your chest. 

“go-good..good for you, pretty for you..” your voice continues to waver, coherency completely evading you with each pointed thrust. words blubbering out without logical sense, overheated and numb down to your toes that still manage to curl up.

“sosososo pretty.” he lets out, mostly to himself. struck by the way your eyelashes have clumped together with tears, lips stung as if bees have attacked your sinful mouth. drool leaking it’s way down to your chest, strings of saliva endlessly pouring out with each obscene call of his name. 

ruined, ruined and destroyed to only crave his cock. he’d make sure of it, make sure you never look for anyone else. make sure no one can satisfy your holes the way he can. 

Heeseung tugs himself out to just the tip, leveraging his weight onto the pits of your knees to keep your ass angled up. the tip of his cock swollen red, decorating your abused hole prettily while he throbs against your opening. “you want it?”

“please—please!” 

“so cute.” he coos, grunting as he pushes back in taking his time just to feel you suck around each inch of his thick size. filling you to the brim to feel every bit of him making shape in your hole. a loud moaned gasp rips from your lips when he jerks inside you, pushing balls deep. “you’re mine. you’re only mine.”

thrusting resumes to a fast pace, gripping moans out of your throat despite how scratchy and dry it feels. Heeseung feels the need to make you watch, groping your legs up to push your body in half. spread open to completely able to see where your pussy pulls on his shaft. milking him to cum as you pulsate and clench around him.

“want me to fill your pretty pussy up? hmm?” he emphasizes, hips slapping against your ass. cock dipping in and out of your angrily, only able to dumbly nod your head.

“H-hee…Heeseung—Heeseung..”

the shattered prayer of his name drips from your tongue, throwing your head back with one last cry. pussy squeezing impossibly tight forcing him to stop for a second to catch his breath. the sweat between your bodies secreting rapidly, a fresh scent of body wash filling your head with everything Heeseung. 

“that’s my good girl.” he says roughly, near his breaking point. further caging you to the bed as he presses closer, left with no choice but to take it. “fill you up like you need, anything for you.”

his thrusts grow erratic, sending your oversensitivity into overdrive, turned into a brainless babbling mess. the view of your pussy taking it, in spite of how much it hurts, combined with you mouthing his name sends him over the edge. coming to a still point with twitching lips, shooting hot white strings to the last drop. shallowly fucking the last few spurts until you squirm, throwing your head side to side with a wail.

allowing your legs to come down, he keeps you held open. mesmerized by the gush of cum that won’t stay inside of you. too much for your tiny cunt to handle, gripping onto the base of his length to shove it back in.

“a-ahh..” you hiss, too fatigued for more. “Hee..”

seeming satisfied, he massages your hips, mindful as he moves off to flop by your side. the drain finally hitting him, a numbing throb beating at his lower back from the exertion used.

“Heeseung..” you sigh, landing your head flat on the bed. pondering if you should be worrying about getting dressed before his sister asks herself why you’ve been taking so long.

“hmm?” he murmurs, half-asleep after fucking the life out of you. how he hadn’t managed to absorb your energy in the process seems unfathomable.

“why’d you ignore me?” you can’t help but ask. “are you going to keep acting like that?”

it’s Heeseung’s turn to let out a winded sigh, licking at the roof of his mouth to coat his dry tongue. “you’re my sister's friend, I don’t want to ruin your friendship if we end up.. if I fuck things up..”

while his logic makes sense, the only thought running a course around your brain has you shooting up to sit and poke at his abdomen. “you like me!”

Heeseung grunts, throwing an arm across his eyes, unable to hide the smile taking over his lips. “maybe.”

“ignoring a girl because you like her is soooo childish.” you jeer, pinching his side.

Heeseung adjusts his arms behind his head to look at you, a more serious expression taking over his face. “it’s not everyday that the girl you’ve had a crush on since the summer before high school hides in your closet on a mission to steal your boxers.”

“I can explai— wait, what?? what did you just say??” 

Heeseung mimics pulling a zipper shut across his lips, shrugging as he quickly sits up to grab his discarded clothing; having the same concern of getting caught again.

“Heeseung! you come back here and confess your love to me right now!”

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🤍

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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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Enhypen Hyung Trope Series; P.S.H

Sunghoon; Enemies to Lovers part of Enha Hyung Line Trope Series

paring: Soccer Co-Cap!Sunghoon x Student Council Vice! fem reader

synopsis: An unspoken and unforeseen trail of events leads to Sunghoon and Y/N being known enemies. Sunghoon always teasing and annoying Y/N while Y/N does her best to get him in trouble every chance she gets. Is that all there is to it though? 

warnings & tags: food, PA’s, a lot of cute sunghoon and y/n moments, CODING TERMS BC ITS MY MINOR DEGREE, just a cute fic hehe, not proof read

word count: 9.6k (?????)

📌: And just like that…we are done with the trope series. I’m not FULLY happy with the final one but it felt like a good way to end the series with something cute and funny hehe enemies to lovers was hard to write without making it superrr cliche but i enjoyed this ahahah. I would like to say thank you so much for all the love and support this series received it really motivates me to post and create more work so please look forward to it!!! This fic is queued to post bc its so late rn >.<

As for my next fic(s) I have a lot of ideas so please look out for updates till then👀  once again thank you so much for all the love and support make sure to like and reblog and i’ll see you at the next one 🥳 AND AS SPOILER MY NEXT FIC IS BASED OFF OF ONE OF MY FAV CHICK FLICKS AHHHH 

©2023 , dazed-hee . Please do not repost , plagiarize or translate anywhere ty!

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彡 compromise. - p.sh

requested for 1k au event!

SUMMARY ! being roomates with the biggest (and hottest) slacker on campus was difficult to say the least. plates left on the counter, clothes from him and the girl’s he brings over left in the living room, the list goes on. one day after you’ve had enough of his uncleanliness, sunghoon offers you to be his girlfriend in exchange for a tidy, mess-free apartment. totally not worth it.. right?

PAIRING ! roommate!sunghoon x f!reader

WC ! 2.1k

GENRE ! roomates au, fake dating, fluff (?) and lots of banter

WARNINGS ! slight suggestive, making out, sunghoon being a bit too confident for his own good

a/n: woohooo first fic for the event done! thank you for requesting anon! <3

if you go into the living room and find another one of park sunghoon’s socks on your couch, you might just explode.

you take a deep breath in, and out. the moment of truth. you slam open the door to your sunghoon-proof bedroom, taking quick paces towards the living room and—

there it is.

a sad, lonely sock without it’s matching pair laid on your couch. you knew it.

park sunghoon. one of the most sought after guys on campus, yet it was only his first year of college.

meanwhile, it was your fourth. so how you became roommates with him? one, tragic answer: you were broke and desperate for someone to split rent with.

sunghoon wasn’t a bad person. he did little things like pick up your forgotten mail, or turn on your coffee machine while you got ready in the bathroom. though, you'd still say he ranked number one on your list of the worst roommates you’ve ever had.

he was lazy, irresponsible, and oh so messy. 80% of the time, while you were busy being productive and studying, he was busy tackling people with a ball under his arm or in the middle of coaxing some girl to come home with him after partying all night (which didn’t take much effort on his part considering that face of his).

now, you weren’t a hater. sunghoon got into this university with his talent for football alone—so props to him for.. catching balls. honestly, if he wasn’t the way he was, you’d probably fall for his handsome charms yourself. but when his annoying, mosquito-like presence decided to intervene with the peaceful sanctuary that was once your neat and homely apartment, all wrath was destined to come out of you at some point.

for a while, you were nice enough to clean up after the younger boy, making pathetic excuses for him in your head in an effort to be a kind, forgiving roomate.

but after a month of dealing with his unwashed plates left on the counter, clothes scattered around the living room from not only him, but also the girls he brings over, and all in all his untidiness everyday, you’ve finally snapped.

this feeling of undeniable rage may partially be because of how stressed you are from all the new assignments and lack of coffee, but you’ve never felt more ready for confrontation by the time you’ve reached sunghoon’s bedroom door.

you offer two passive aggressive knocks, not even waiting for a reply before yanking the door open. “look sunghoon— we have to talk.”

nobody.

you take a few cautious steps inside his disarrayed bedroom, nose wrinkling at the sight of a mountain of clothes near his bed despite a closet being a few steps over. there’s random magazines and papers scattered across the floor, along with an unkempt stash of trinkets thrown on top of his drawer. you glance at his closet, half opened and containing only about two jackets actually hung up on racks.

“woah, never thought i’d find the campus nun snooping around my bedroom.” you whip your head around to find a shirtless sunghoon staring down at you, toothbrush perkily sticking out of his mouth. his muscled biceps flex as he crosses his arms, raising a curious brow at the sock pinched between your nails.

your eyes bulge at the sight of his bare, sculpted torso, turning around with a tint of red rushing to your ears. “just because i don’t spend every night getting wasted doesn’t make me a nun, nor was i snooping,” you spit defensively.

sunghoon chuckles, padding across his room to pick up a random top off his shirt mountain. “says the girl who just covered her eyes like she’s never seen a shirtless guy before.” he smirks, glancing down at your childish bear printed pajamas. “i mean— not that i think you have.”

you spin back around, huffing in relief now that he was dressed and pointing to the sock in your hand. “shut up, i’m only here to listen to your amazing explanation on why i keep finding socks and other assortments of your clothing all over the living— hey! don’t walk away when i’m talking to you!”

you frustratedly discard the sock somewhere on his bed, following your roommate back out to where he’s now rummaging through the kitchen pantry, toothbrush long forgotten on the sink’s rim. you take another deep breath, trying to stay calm. “sunghoon,” you begin.

“yeah, pretty girl?” your eye twitches in disbelief, hating the way butterflies flutter through your stomach from the nickname he’s always called you.

“i told you, don’t fucking call me that. now listen here,” you try to look stern, but sunghoon personally thinks you look adorable. “i’ve been dealing with your bullshit all month without a single complaint,” you rant, watching as he pulls out a box of cinnamon toast crunch. “do you ever wonder how all those plates and bowls you leave in the sink magically disappear? yeah, well, that was me slaving my ass away like your personal housemaid!”

sunghoon is completely unphased by your vent, too busy pouring his cereal into an empty bowl with a shrug. “nobody told you to clean those for me.”

moments like these made you question how you’ve dealt with the boy for a whole month.

“if i don’t, they begin piling up into a jenga tower,” you fire back with a scoff, “similar to the wonderful sorting technique used in your bedroom.”

unbelievably, the boy giggles at that, taking a seat at the counter with his late night snack. “y’know, you’re pretty funny when you’re not locked up in your room all day.” your jaw tightens, snatching the milk away right as your roomate reaches out for it. he looks at you as if you just committed a crime, lips turning into a defeated (but adorable) pout. “hey, i’m trying to have cereal here.”

“sunghoon,” you snarl once more, holding the carton above his head like a parent would with a child’s toy.

“what?” he whines.

“if you don’t start doing shit around here, i’m kicking you out.”

instead of a dramatic gasp or begs for mercy and forgiveness like you’d hoped for, he snickers, pouncing up like a cat and snatching the milk back outof your grip. “yeah, right. as if you could afford this apartment by yourself.”

silence (besides the sound of sunghoon chewing his cinnamon toast crunch).

out of the corner of his eye, sunghoon sees your face drop in utter defeat. you look close to the verge of tears, knuckles turning white by your sides. yes, he may be a jerk sometimes, but he wasn’t that evil. his eyes softened slightly, letting out a thoughtful sigh as he munched on his spoonful of cereal.

suddenly, a lightbulb appears atop his head, smirking brilliantly. “okay, being the handsome genius i am, i’ve come up with an offer— a compromise, you could say.”

you didn’t know your roommate that well considering it’s only been a month since you’ve met, but you were confident that any ideas his pea-sized brain came up with weren’t going to be very good ones in your favor. you offer him a raise of your brow, gesturing for him to continue.

dropping his silver spoon back into the bowl, sunghoon rests his elbows up on the counter. “in exchange for ‘doing shit around here’, you have to be my girlfriend.”

you choke on your saliva, giving him a dumbfounded expression. “what!?”

“hear me out!” he quickly defends, “my parents are planning to set me up with this weird, artsy church girl, and i just can’t allow that to happen for my reputation sake. you’re my only hope, pretty.”

“first of all, you were basically calling me a nerd a few minutes ago, so i don’t see how i’d be any better than her. and what exactly would i have to do as your fake girlfriend— if i metaphorically took you up on this deal?”

sunghoon ignores the first half of your statement with no explanation. “well, probably have dinner with my family every once in a while, hold my hand, kiss me-“

you stumble slightly. “woah, woah- what?! why would we kiss in front of your parents?” you inquire stressfully, the thought of kissing sunghoon making your heart beat much faster than it should.

though honestly, this compromise sounded like a win-win in your book. finally, no more socks found on the couch or plate mountains in your sink, and getting to fake date park sunghoon along the way? you make sure not to give in just yet, as you don’t need the boy’s ego skyrocketing any higher than it was, but you were feeling pretty great.

“to prove we’re serious, duh.” sunghoon rolls his eyes at your question, suddenly turning in the barstool to face you. “c’mon, let’s practise now.”

huh? wait, practise what?

does he mean—

you step away from the counter nervously, only to be pulled back by sunghoon’s grip on your wrist. he has a barely noticeable, smug smirk on his face at your sudden nervousness, grasping your hand tightly in his bigger one. “hey, i never said yes to the deal yet,” you gulp.

taking a leap of faith, sunghoon leans further in, his pointy nose touching yours. his breath tickles your lips, and you hate the way his closeness affects you. now you understand why no girl on campus could resist him; it was impossible.

“why not, pretty girl? are you scared of having to kiss me? is that why you don’t want to say yes?” he teases, reaching his free hand up to softly run a thumb along your plush lips. for some reason, you don’t move away from his surprisingly gentle touch.

“n-no. i’m not scared of you, sunghoon.”

his smirk deepens in pure amusement. “then kiss me,” he encourages, calmly waiting for you to make the first move.

you take one last look at him. his slightly disheveled hair, the moles scattered perfectly along his features even more delicate up close. down to his curved nose, rubbing against the tip of yours affectionately. and lastly, his enchanting pink lips, just begging to be kissed by you.

so you do. before you can stop yourself, you’re kissing park sunghoon. the boy you were just scolding for his constant messes. the boy who was known and loved by your whole college, his reputation lying at the highest amongst everyone’s standards.

but it didn’t matter, in that moment, he was just sunghoon, your lazy, ridiculously hot roommate.

sunghoon finally frees your wrist, allowing you to reach up and rest your arms around his shoulders. to no surprise, he’s definitely the best kiss you’ve ever had, full of experience and confidence. the taste of cinnamon toast crunch runs through your senses, only furthering as he runs a tongue along your bottom lip, begging for entrance.

feeling playful, you refuse, making sunghoon grunt in annoyance. he pulls away for a second to glare at you. “that’s how you wanna be, huh? let me show you who’s in charge around here, then.”

before you can ponder on what that meant, his lips are back on yours more fierce than ever, standing up from his seat to force you right against the counter.

as you try to get comfortable in the new position, he harshly pinches your side. in a moment of surprise at his attack, you gasp, lips parting and giving sunghoon the perfect opportunity to force his tongue right into your mouth and explore every crevice of you.

it’s hard to keep up with sunghoon, he was much too intense for you. so you gently push him away, catching your breath hastily. when you finally look up at him, his lips are swollen, slightly wet and chapped.

it seems he understands that you want to stop here, so he moves back, giving you some space. “i.. i came here to scold you about your socks. how did this happen?” you ask to mostly yourself.

“my charms are irresistible.” sunghoon lets out a laugh, walking backwards towards his bedroom. “so, starting tomorrow you’re my girlfriend, okay pretty girl?”

still trying to calm your racing heart, you offer a small, defeated glance to your roommate. “yeah, whatever, pretty boy.” he smiles brightly at his newly earned nickname, turning around before closing his bedroom door for the night.

with a sigh, you glance back around only to find sunghoon’s half eaten bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, soggy and abandoned on the counter.

this deal wasn’t going to change anything, was it?

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★ 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.

enhypen series - 'her'

smut !!! minors dni pls

(coming soon) lee heeseung - break her

SYNOPSIS you are the unarguably the cutest person lee heeseung has ever laid his eyes on. it'll be fun to break you.

wc ; tba

(coming soon) park jongseong - pamper her

SYNOPSIS your boss, jay, is so in love with you that he will find every possible opportunity to pamper you.

wc ; tba

(coming soon) sim jaeyun - corrupt her

SYNOPSIS you're too perfect to be true. jake knows that if he corrupts you enough, he'll see your impurities. and that's exactly what he desires.

wc ; tba

(coming soon) park sunghoon - ruin her

SYNOPSIS sunghoon has a knack for ruining pretty things, so it only makes sense to ruin you.

wc ; tba

(coming soon) lee heeseung - break her

SYNOPSIS you are no person to sunoo. no, you are way more than that. you're royalty. you're a princess. and he plans on treating you like that until the day he dies.

wc ; tba

(coming soon) yang jungwon - tease her

SYNOPSIS jungwon sees the way you look at him. he will relentlessly tease you just to see more of it.

wc ; tba

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