Love Me, Hate Me - P. Sunghoon (m)

love me, hate me - p. sunghoon (m)

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

college!au, frat!au, enemies to lovers!au, friends w benefits!au

warnings: smut (drunk sex, blowjob, eating out, shower sex, car sex, both unprotected & protected sex, choking (m), grinding, bathroom sex, degradation, rough sex, oral (f&m), fingering, just a lot of smut), alcohol usage, sunghoon and the reader being extremely rude to each other, sunghoon is an asshole, lots of sexual tension

genre: smut, angst, fluff if you look close enough

word count: 30.8k+

summary:

if people thought the constant bickering of tom and jerry was something, they’ve never seen you and sunghoon in real life. even the way he breathed irritated you but there was no point in denying the sexual tension between you and him. one drunken night led to another one, and another, you found yourself going back in his bed sober. waking up next to him became a habit that you wanted to keep to yourself. the only thing about sunghoon that you didn’t hate was his capability of making you orgasm more than twice with only his fingers.

or

in which sunghoon found himself falling harder for you but didn’t even have the courage to admit it to himself, not when you hated him with everything you got.

If you told somebody that you and Park Sunghoon used to be best buddies throughout middle school and high school, they would just tell you to quit joking. It was the truth, though, you and Sunghoon used to be close friends before college. But that was before he decided to fuck up and made you hate him with everything you’ve got. The cute dimple on his right cheek when he threw a dashing smile was like a mask to cover his real identity. You admit that his single dimple was cute, but under that façade, he was no longer the pretty boy everyone thought he was. If only people knew Park Sunghoon the way you did. The things he had done to you, making the rest of your high school senior year a living hell.

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ENCHANTED.

pairing : jake sim x reader.

word count : 1265

# college au, frat boy! jake, kissing, parties, no other warnings apply!

The music is loud, and you’d worry these frat kids are going to get a noise complaint if you didn’t know how parties like this one work around campus. The foreign letter you can’t read hangs from the door, made out of metal and telling everyone that walks by that this is ENHA’s frat house — whatever that means.

From it hangs a paper, and it reads ‘DON’T PET THE DOG’ in Comic Sans, which makes you giggle. Yuna rolls her eyes, pushing the door open and dragging you inside; the music feels ten times louder without the walls and the wooden door between you and the speakers, and you can feel — and see — your best friend’s eyes scanning the crowd already.

Why you were even dragged to this party, you’re not sure. Regardless, you put on your pretty little outfit and did your makeup — and here you are, watching as everyone gets lost to the music and a bright smile takes over Yuna’s face. You know you’ll get left alone as soon as Chaeryoung spots your best friend; you can’t keep those two apart, and you’re not in the mood to third wheel at all.

“Yuna!” Chaeryoung’s soft-edged voice pushes through the music. “Oh, I’m so glad you came! I’ve been wanting to see you all week.”

Yuna smiles, and if it weren’t for the blush you’d neatly applied on her cheeks, her cheeks would give her away with the way they turn pink all the way to the tip of her ears. “I’m so glad, too!”

The girls smile at each other — that dazed smile that you know won’t leave their faces all night, and you can’t help but say yes when Chaeryoung asks if she can steal Yuna for a bit. Your best friend promises she’ll be back, but you know her better than that. Instead, you let the two go and head to the kitchen for a drink.

It’s crowded, and it’s a little hard to weave through the dozens of people crammed in this single frat house, but you make it to the kitchen without a scratch and a thirst for a Diet Coke. Grabbing the can from the big, ice-full bowl on the table, you start wandering around the place, hoping to run into someone you know to at least kill some time.

You don’t, so back to the kitchen it is.

The kitchen is empty this time around, and there’s a dog laying on the cool tile floor. You want to reach out and pet it, but you remember the sign outside and take your hand back. The dog follows you with its eyes, though, as you climb up and sit on the counter.

“Are you lost?” A voice makes you look up and away from the puppy, and you furrow your brows. “I mean, I couldn’t help but see you walking around in circles for almost twenty minutes. Looking for someone?”

“Oh, uh,” you stumble over your words. In front of him is the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen, and he looks at you with big brown eyes that have you with wobbly knees. “I kinda came with a friend, but she left to go kiss her not-girlfriend girlfriend, so I’ve been killing time.”

The boy nods. “I just —” he laughs, as if he were embarrassed — “It’s hard to not notice a pretty girl on her own. I was hoping you didn’t have anyone waiting for you, as selfish as that is.”

Your cheeks warm up, and you know you’re blushing like a fool. Still, there’s a bit of courage left in you before you completely melt under this boy’s sugar-sweet glance, so you reply: “Nobody I’d rather be with, at least.”

“Is that so?” He laughs. “I’m Jake.”

“(Name),” you tell him, turning to mush under his bright smile.

He says something, but you can’t hear him over someone opening the kitchen door and letting the music bleed into the room. It’s so loud, it feels as though you’ll keep hearing it tomorrow. You lean forward.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”

Jake gets closer, repeating what he said. Again, it’s not loud enough to be heard over the old Shinee song drowning the house. You motion him closer.

He stands between your legs, suddenly. So close that you’re sure you’ll burst, and he leans to say it into your ear. The blush that takes over your entire body is uncontrollable and embarrassing, but you smile at his words all the same.

“I said: a pretty name for the prettiest girl I’ve seen.”

With your smile locked into place, and Jake’s eyes back to yours, you feel like you’re on cloud nine. “You keep calling me pretty.”

Jake chuckles, breath fawning your face. It’s taking all your willpower to not grab his jacket and kiss him senseless right there. Come on, you just met the guy.

“Maybe you should take it as a fact, then.” He takes your hand, and he keeps acting bolder than anyone’s ever acted with you, and it feels so lovely to feel admired at all. Then, Jake looks straight into your eyes. “I really want to kiss you.”

“Maybe you should,” you breathe out.

Making out at parties isn’t new stuff, but for some reason your heart beats faster than it should as Jake starts leaning in. Closer, and closer, and closer — and his lips are on yours like they were made to be connected at some point in life.

You bring him closer, and he grabs your cheek with one of his hands. Your own hands meet behind his head, tugging at his hair as your lips continue their rhythm with a sweetness you should have expected yet blows you away still.

At the tug of hair, Jake presses closer and lets out a sound that has you melting on the spot. This boy is perfect, you think to yourself.

Jake pulls away for a second, and as soon as your lungs are filled with air once again he’s back to kissing you stupid. He doesn’t miss the chance to mumble words that you think you’ll remember forever: “Gosh, you’re perfect.”

You don’t hear Yuna until the door opens and she’s tearing you and Jake apart — not literally, but she lets out a gasp that has you two jumping away from each other. You must look like a mess.

“Uhm, Ryujin called,” Yuna states, dumbfounded. You want to scream, but you simply give Jake a glance, and your hand joins his at your waist when he lays it there.

“About what?”

Yuna shrugs, still stealing glances at Jake that aren’t subtle at all. “Dunno, just said she needs our help, like, right now.”

“Oh,” you reply. Jake’s calming circle-motion rubs on your waist are enough to keep you both grounded and on the edge of flying away. “Alright.”

“She’ll be with you in a second,” Jake replies for you, more eloquently. You can tell Yuna almost squeaks, because she jumps and nods, rushing out of the kitchen with speed you’d never seen from her.

You’re about to question Jake, but he beats you to speak: “Before you leave, can I have your number?”

You nod, smiling as he hands you his phone. You wonder if putting an emoji next to your name is too much, and then you decide for a healthy middle between an emoji and nothing at all, and type a cheesy <3 after your name.

Jake promises he’ll text, and he lets you go with a pout. You kiss it away, quickly. It turns into a radiant smile.

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"I could fix him" whatever. I could beat his ass.

tree swing.

mingi x reader; enemies to lovers au

word count: 10k

angst, fluff, smut

age 7:

the first time you met mingi, you both ended up with bloody noses and you had only known each other for fifteen minutes. a moving van was backed into the driveway of your new home, boxes of furniture being transported while you snuck away from your duties and opened the white gate to the backyard. 

it was beautiful and spacious, a lot bigger than your old backyard with a multitude of trees and flowers and shrubbery. one swing hung from a branch, just a small piece of wood being held up by rope and you eyed it warily before sucking it up and taking a seat. 

you barely moved your feet as you sat there, observing the back of the house and noting one of the rooms had a balcony attached to it. while you swung lightly, you secretly hoped your parents would allow you to have that room. you loved the idea of being able to read out there during the day or watch the stars at night. 

you hadn’t even wanted to move in the first place. you loved your old school and you loved your old house. you were a part of a group of best friends you’d known since you were five who had all recently decided to join a dance team together. you were so excited to start doing it with them, all of you practicing in the same light purple room you had grown up in since you were a baby. 

but then your parents broke the news to you that you’d be moving in the middle of the summer and you don’t think you’ve ever cried so much in your life. 

“it’s not fair!” you screamed at them through your tears and it hurt them to see you so sad. you begged and pleaded and cried some more even though you knew your efforts were a waste.

the clattering of your gate opening rips you from your memories, head snapping toward it as a tall boy, probably around your age, stomps toward you. his arms were folded and he had a sour expression on his face, planting himself right in front of you and staring down at you.

“uh hi…” you said, although it sounded a lot more like a question. “who are you?”

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something’s gotta give | lee minho

▸ requested?: yes!!

▸ genre: enemies to lovers, brother’s best friend au, fluff, a bit of angst

▸  pairing: reader x minho (lee know)

▸ description: you couldn’t stand jisung’s awful best friend, but he was begging you to let him be your plus-one for your aunt’s wedding.

▸ word count: 3.4k

“Jisung, can you tell your awful best friend to stop leaving the empty milk carton in the fridge?” You shouted towards the living room, where your brother was most certainly watching TV or playing games.

A few seconds later, you watched as Minho entered the kitchen, putting down an empty glass in the sink. “Said awful best friend is here, so why don’t you tell me yourself?”

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