Sneakylink Hyuck Reblogging From My Shadow-reader Days

sneakylink hyuck 🤭 ♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

[12:02 am] badboy!hyuck was the trouble maker at school. he never did his school work, never listened to the teachers and always showed up to class either high or hungover. really the complete opposite of you: the quiet, smart girl that always had to get good grades; the girl that avoided trouble at any cost. 

so now, with hyuck’s fingers slipping into your wetness, you weren’t sure if you were really avoiding trouble at all. it didn’t feel like trouble with the way his breath fanned your face and his fingers massaged your g spot. 

he turned his head to look down at where his fingers disappeared in your panties, chuckling to himselff when he saw the pretty, pink bow. “cute panties, princess.” 

you felt your cheeks become even more red at his teasing, “shu- shut up.” you managed to respond, a shy smile on your lips. his fingers suddnely pushed in harder, pressing right against your g spot, wiping the smile right off your lips as you threw your head back against your pillow. “fuck.”

“ah, i didn’t know the good girl could swear.” he whispered to you, an eyebrow quirked up. he felt your legs shiver against his hand as he sped up his movements, making him bite his lip at your cute reactions. 

something about him being the first person to ever touch you, to ever make you feel like this, sent shivers down his own back. he knew every boy at school wanted a taste of you, so he couldn’t help but feel cocky as small moans left your mouth, your hand gripping his own. 

“shhh, you havet to be quiet princess, you don’t want your parents to hear you right?” he whispered to you, a smrik on his face as you nodded your response. “imagine how your parents would react if they saw their good little daughter right now, legs spread for me like a slut.” you bucked your hips up at his words, your eyes closing shut. “are you going to cum for me?” he asked, his mouth coming closer to your neck to press soft kisses to your sweet spot. 

“y-yes, so close.” you whispered back to him, the pleasure getting to be too much. 

“yeah? gonna cum all over my fingers like the good girl you are?” he teased, his tongue dragging over the spots he kissed on your neck. 

“ah, d-donghyuck!” you moaned softly, your legs starting to tremble as your body tensed from your orgasm taking over you. “fuck.”

“that’s it, you’re okay.” he kissed your forehead as he removed his fingers from you, wiping your escence on your blanket. 

after a moment of you trying to calm down from your climax, hyuck stood up off of your bed and headed back towards your window, the way he came in. “i’ll see you tomorrow at school, princess.” he whispered, a soft smirk on his lips. 

y-yeah okay.” you nodded, pulling your pyjama shorts back up as he turned to bend through your window. “wait donghyuck!” you stopped him. 

he turned his head to look at you, “yeah?”

“could you um, not tell anyone? about this? about what happened tonight?”

his smirk grew wider as he responded, “of course. we wouldn’t want the good girls reputation to be ruined, now would we?” you shyly smiled at his response, turking your knees up under your chin as he finally slipped out of your room, closing the window behind him. his scent still lingering around you.

“traffic fine” of $40 sounds quite accurate too 😆

𝓜𝐒. & 𝐌𝐑. 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐒𝐇

(𝓹airing) — psh x fmr ꣑୧ 𝓯renemies to lovers ; fluff, profanity, & lots of kissing (𝔀ordcount) one-thousand five-hundred forty 𝓹eng's note. these pics. #iWantThat 𝓫ookshelf

𝓼ynopsis. seeing your ex in public leads to hiding in a small photobooth with your annoying student council vice president park sunghoon

“you’re late,” sunghoon says in the most agitating voice possible as you walk through the classroom door.

“i wouldn’t be late if you did your job,” you huff, walking right up to the desk he sat at and dropping the bags of decorations you had picked up from the party supplies store.

“hey! i said i would pick those up!” he says annoyed, sifting through everything you brought.

“mrs. kim said we needed them by today! why the fuck were you just sitting around?” 

“geez, loosen up,” the boy gets up from his seat, his tall body looming over yours. “let’s just go decorate the gym.”

the two of you split up the bags of party supplies and headed towards the gym where the rest of the council and student volunteers were waiting. 

setting up for the fundraiser was easy until you and sunghoon started yelling at each other over which color streamers should be used over the doorway. 

jake had to drag you away by the shoulders to come to help him with the balloons. sunghoon felt a bitter taste when he saw jake with his arm around your shoulder but decided to ignore it. 

“hoon,” jungwon calls out. “we’re out of balloons!”

“that’s why i should have bought the decorations…” sunghoon mutters under his breath before walking up to where you and jake were giggling. 

sunghoon walks up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder. “we have to go back to the store.” he whispers in your ear. 

you freeze at his touch but nod and say goodbye to jake. he lets go of you and the two of you walk out the exit leading to the parking lot.

the two of you get into sunghoon’s car and he drives off to the mall. 

there’s an awkward silence between the both of you, which you can’t decide if you like bantering with him over it. there’s so much tension due to sunghoon’s lingering touch from earlier.

once inside the mall, you quietly walked side by side into the automatic doors. 

only a few feet from the party supplies stores you halt. spotting your ex-boyfriend and old friend seemingly on a date.

“sunghoon,” you whisper, tapping on his shoulder. “do you see what i see?”

he rolls his eyes at you finally breaking the silence but then looks up to see for himself. once he does that the two seem to have had the same idea, making eye contact with the other.

“oh shit they saw us,” he panics, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the photo booth you were conveniently standing next to.   

the photo booth is small. way too small. sunghoon is already sitting as you uncomfortably sit on the ledge with your legs peeking out from the curtain. 

“get up,” he instructs. 

“what?” you raise an eyebrow. “i’m not letting them see me again! especially not with you!”

“i meant like come here,” sunghoon grabs you and settles you on his lap, so the both of you fit into the small space.

“oh my god, what if they come over here!” you panic resting your hands on his shoulders. “this is bad! especially since i’m with you of all people-”

“with me?” sunghoon questions. 

“well, like when we were dating, he always thought you had a crush on me, which isn’t impossible! i had to keep reassuring him but he never believed me! like me and you are barely even friends-” you ramble, balling sunghoon’s shirt in your fists as you freak out. 

“woah, calm down,” he tells you, prying your hands from his uniform so you don’t wrinkle it. “it’s not like they’ll come to talk to us.”

just as the words left his mouth the sound of two sets of footsteps were picked up by your ears. you started to become overwhelmingly nervous. it was the first time seeing your ex-boyfriend since the split and the fact your childhood best friend was on a date with him. 

even if you drifted, shouldn’t she have some sense of girl code?

“you’re shaking,” sunghoon stares at you. 

“no i’m not!” you shake your head, your heartbeat being undeniably fast. “but like i haven’t had a date since him and that’s kind of sad for me-”

“i swear i saw her,” the familiar voice of your old friend says, sounding so close. “it could have been anyone though.”

“no, i saw her and that motherfucker,” your ex hisses. 

“wow, i’m ‘motherfucker’,” sunghoon whispers, rolling his eyes.

“if he made a move on her i swear.”

“hey, i have an idea,” he says in your ear. 

sunghoon reaches for his phone out of his pocket, holding you close as he leans over slightly to pay the machine for a photo. the screen activates after processing his card and he selects a random frame. 

the camera starts going and you sit confused as sunghoon starts posing. you can’t help but watch him. he always looks pretty but you must admit he knows how to pose. 

you peek over to the curtain to see two pairs of legs standing outside the photo booth. you can only assume it’s them. 

“you weren’t looking in any of them,” sunghoon recalls, pressing print on the screen. 

“oh, sorry,” you turn your attention back to him. 

“it’s fine, let's do another one,” he says nonchalantly as he pays for another photo strip.

this time sunghoon shifts in his spot, making it so that your face can be seen on the screen without having to turn you around in his lap.

you awkwardly copy sunghoon’s poses until by the second to last picture you hear him again.

“that fucker is in the photo booth,” the male voice outside says, seeing as he drops the photo strip back into where it fell from. 

“come closer,” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“fine,” you lean onto him. “but don’t show my face too much. i’m not wearing concealer today.”

“you look just as pretty,” sunghoon leans closer so your lips barely brush the others. “maybe even prettier than usual.”

he brings his thumb to your bottom lip, gently stroking it before closing the gap. 

you hate to admit it but kissing sunghoon was everything you expected and more. you’ve caught yourself daydreaming about his lips on yours during one-on-one meetings in the conference room. when his hair is still damp from his after-shower practice and his face is still slightly flushed.

park sunghoon can make you mad, especially when he got secretary over you in freshman year. but you cannot deny that even when bitter about the council's choice you wanted to kiss that proud smile on his face. 

he made you mad when he stole your posters when you were running for secretary again the next year. but after he found you crying in the far stairwell he explained he only did that because he thinks you should run for president instead. sunghoon even pulled out another stack of flyers he made for you that he spent the whole night doing.

the sunghoon that got you both kicked out of a council meeting for arguing with each other is the same sunghoon with his lips molded perfectly against yours. 

the same boy that had you studying your ass off when class ranks came out, since he’s your only competition, is the same boy in front of you now with his lips locked on yours.

you start to feel dizzy by the decreased amount of air in your lungs by the minute but you can’t bring yourself to let go just yet. when you start seeing black specs dotting your vision you finally pull away to see a heavily panting sunghoon with a flushed face. 

“sorry,” sunghoon apologizes as he catches his breath.

your heart sinks. he only kissed you to distract you and probably so your ex will see the photos when they print.

“oh,” you fight the frown threatening to appear on your face. “it’s okay. he’s probably gone now.”

“i would have asked for your permission but you looked really stressed and i thought it would help you get your mind off your asshole ex.”

“thanks,” you say with a pout sunghoon finds adorable.

“you still seem sad,” he pokes at your sides, making you squirm in his hold. “maybe another kiss?”

“maybe,” you say shyly. 

sunghoon is out forty dollars by the time you and he are done kissing in the photo booth. he kept mindlessly swiping his card as his lips stayed on yours to prevent anyone from kicking you two out since you were there for a considerable amount of time.

you’re interrupted by sunghoon’s phone ringing profusely. 

“where are you two?” jungwon asks in a panic. “we need those balloons.”

“traffic,” sunghoon says as you plant a line of kisses down his neck, hands tangled in the hair at his nape.

“hurry up,” jungwon advises him.

you and sunghoon return to school an hour and a half after you originally left. with a bag of balloons and a stack of photo strips. most of them capturing purely just of you two making out.

when stepping foot in the gym and you go over to hand jungwon the balloons he so desperately needed. he quickly notices the matching hickeys forming on both your necks and how disheveled your uniforms and hair appear.

“traffic huh?” jungwon asks as his eyes flicker between both of you.

"lots," you nod as you walk away to help minjeong tie balloons.

the rising tension ~~ 🤭😆

BEST GUY FRIEND TEXTS W/ JAKE PT. 2

pt. 1

genre: best guy friend!jake x yn (femreader), university students, crack

warnings: cursing, ignore read receipts, typos, jake gets high suggestive(?) in some slides, just jakeyn being Best Bros™️

MESSAGE FROM NIC: i was sitting on this one for so long so sorry if its not as good and seems random /: reblogs and feedback are always appreciated, ily all smmm 🫶🏼 (slide 3 is based off of a tweet i saw btw, not an original thought in my head i fear)

© fakeuwus 2024 do not repost, translate, or plagiarize

why’d i think of this scene while reading this😂

but also, if the paint was blue, the smurf-jokes would’ve been funny too 😭😂

PRETTY IN PINK.

𝓢. ㅤㅤyou and your boyfriend are in a very intense prank war courtesy of your cabins.

LHSㅤ✶ ㅤ (⠀femreader⠀) . . . summer camp au, camp counselor!reader & heeseung, established relationship, you're in a prank war, heeseung may seem mean but i swear it's lighthearted.ㅤ508 words

you storm into the dining hall, stopping once you make it to his table. you glare at the boy, your arms crossed, "you are so not funny,"

jake glances between you and his friend, his eyes wide as he takes in your appearance. you can tell he's trying not to laugh, if not out of sympathy then for fear of you cussing him out.

which you are defintely not afraid to do right now—you don't even care if you get in trouble by lisa, the camp director, because being covered in pink paint is much worse than whatever punishment she'd give you.

"i didn't say i was," heeseung grins before taking a bite out of his burger, "you look pretty in pink, baby,"

your glare worsens at the petname, "don't call me that. i'm breaking up with you,"

"that's not fair. i didn't break up with you when you glued my shoes to the floor," he hums.

"i'm pink,"

he sighs, glancing at jake who's been silently watching your interaction. heeseung meets the younger boy's gaze and gives him a look causing him to immediately stand up with his plate, "uh, i'll go now. good luck heeseung, she looks mad,"

with that he leaves, leaving the two of you alone—well, as alone as you can be in the packed dining hall.

"i really hate you right now. this is so gross," you whine, shuddering when you feel the wet paint sliding down the back of your neck.

"hey, my kids were the ones who planned it," he stands up, walking around the table to where you're standing. he almost places his hand on your cheek before deciding against it, not wanting to get paint on himself, "but i'm sorry, okay? i promise i will never cover you in paint again,"

"you have no backbone. i can't believe they dragged you into their prank war,"

"you glued my shoes to the floor, of course i had to get you back," he shrugs.

a frown makes its way to your face, "i didn't do it, my kids did,"

true, you did give them the idea of gluing heeseung's cabin's shoes to the floor but you didn't do it. you were no where near his cabin when they did it. you were simply distracting heeseung, his kids busy with whatever activity they were doing that day.

heeseung hums, smiling down at you, "yeah, sure, baby," he leans down, his nose brushing against yours, making your breath hitch despite your slight annoyance towards him.

his smile changes into an annoyingly smug smirk and he flicks your forehead, wiping the small amount of paint that got on him onto his pants. "me and my kids are winning this, so don't waste your time and go take a shower. i'll see you later, yeah?

you stare in shock as your boyfriend walks away from you, grabbing his plate and walking over to where his friends are, leaving you alone and covered in pink paint.

oh, he's definitely going to have a bad day tomorrow.

the way i cackled into the night

ch.2: #freeyn

ch. 3: severe hallucinations or…?

masterlist（＾＿＾）☆

notes: hi im glad to see people enjoying this au so far😁pls don’t hate me next chap has a written part🥸

immersive hatred towards repetitive “mistakes” 🤬

traitor ✶ lee heeseung

s  —  he was a traitor — but so were you

p  ex-bf! heeseung x fem!reader  .  ft  enhypen's jay & kep1er's kim chaehyun  .  g  angst (?)  .  w  cussing, fighting (arguments), mentions of cheating, sad ending  .  wc  1013 (1k)  .  bookshelf

YOU COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT you were hearing; did he just call you a traitor? it was as if the ground had been pulled from beneath your feet. the shock and disbelief were overwhelming as you grappled with the accusation of betrayal.

heeseung stood in front of you, his eyes blazing with anger, and for a moment, you wondered how things had come to this. the room around you seemed to blur, the vibrant colors of the furniture blending into a murky haze, while the sounds of the bustling city outside faded into a dull, distant hum. all you could focus on was him, and the burning fury in his gaze.

"you have some fucking nerve calling me a traitor," you spat, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. the accusation had struck you like a physical blow, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

heeseung's jaw clenched, the muscles ticking with barely restrained rage. "oh, so now you're the victim? don't act like you're innocent, y/n. i know what you did."

"you don't know shit," you snapped back, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "you're the one who cheated first. with kim chaehyun, of all people!"

kim chaehyun was your enemy, the girl you had loathed since the first day of high school. the mere mention of her name was enough to make your skin crawl, a visceral reminder of every spiteful glance and cruel word exchanged over the years. she was beautiful — stunning, even — and she knew it. everyone knew it. but what made her truly unbearable was her incessant need to remind everyone of it, to flaunt her beauty like a weapon.

chaehyun craved attention, demanded it with every bat of her eyelashes and every sway of her hips, and she got it without fail. even your boyfriend had fallen under her spell.

heeseung's laugh was harsh, devoid of any warmth or humor. "and that makes it okay for you to fuck jay? is that how you justify it to yourself?"

your heart pounded in your chest, the weight of his words settling heavily in the air between you. it was true — both of you had betrayed each other, but the reasons behind those actions felt worlds apart. "you cheated on me with chaehyun," you said, your voice cracking with the strain of holding back tears. "and you did it over and over again, heeseung. what was i supposed to do? just sit there and take it?"

heeseung took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "i made a mistake. a fucking huge one, i'll admit. but you didn't just make a mistake, y/n. you went out and fucked my best friend to get back at me."

he glanced at the guy standing beside you — park jay, his so-called best friend. jay, who had been a silent observer up until now, finally spoke, his voice steady and calm.

"it wasn't like that, heeseung," jay interjected, stepping protectively in front of you. "y/n was devastated. you broke her. i was there when you weren't, picking up the pieces you left behind."

heeseung's eyes flashed with anger. "so, you thought fucking her was the best way to help? some friend you are."

"it wasn't about revenge," you cut in, your voice trembling as tears welled up in your eyes. "i was lonely. i was hurting. and you weren't there. you were too busy with her."

the room was now thick with tension, the kind that makes the air feel heavy and hard to breathe.

you could still see the fury etched on heeseung's face, his eyes narrowing even further as he processed your words. his hands were balled into fists at his sides, knuckles white from the pressure. he looked like he was on the verge of exploding, and you braced yourself for whatever was coming next.

"you think you can stand there and defend her?" heeseung snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "you think you can make this right by playing the hero? you betrayed me just as much as she did."

jay didn't flinch. "i'm not trying to be a hero, heeseung. i'm trying to be honest. you weren't there for her, and she needed someone. i was that someone."

the words hung in the air, each one a tiny dagger that seemed to drive deeper into heeseung's heart. his gaze flickered between you and jay, a storm of emotions warring in his eyes. betrayal, hurt, anger, and a deep, abiding sadness. it was almost too much to bear.

"you think this is easy for me?" you asked, your voice breaking as the tears finally spilled over. "you think i wanted any of this? you were my world, heeseung. but you destroyed that. you destroyed us."

heeseung's face contorted with pain, and for a brief moment, you saw a flicker of the boy you had fallen in love with. but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a hardened mask of anger and resentment. "you say i destroyed us, but you didn't have to make it worse. you didn't have to sleep with my best friend."

heeseung shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "i guess we're all just a bunch of fuck-ups, aren't we?"

he turned abruptly, storming out of the room. you and jay stood in stunned silence as the door slammed behind him, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot.

you sank to the floor, the weight of the moment pressing down on you like a physical force. jay crouched beside you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder, but the comfort he offered felt distant and ineffective against the overwhelming pain. the apartment seemed too quiet now, the absence of heeseung's presence creating a void that was impossible to ignore.

every corner of the room seemed to echo with the memories of heeseung's laughter and the warmth of his presence, making the emptiness even more crushing.

with a heavy heart, you realized that heeseung wouldn't be coming back. the fading footsteps had sealed the truth of his departure. maybe, just maybe, letting go was the first step toward healing. and maybe one day, you'd both find a way to forgive each other — and yourselves.

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