Started Off Real Strong With Hee Gohdamn

started off real strong with hee 😂 gohdamn

“ LET’S BREAK-UP ” PRANK ✶ 엔하이픈

enha x gn!r ⸝⸝ in which . . . you try to breakup with them over text as a prank >ᴗ< warnings；swearing, mentions of heart attack as a joke note；for cael’s event, big congrats again on the 5k bubs! mlist

literally soft for this <3

beeeeeee!!! congrats on 2k!!! 🥳🥳 you deserve all of the support and love that you have and so much more!! ❤️❤️

may i request a fluffy smut fake dating au blurb with mingi and prompts 5 & 12 please? 😊🫶🏽

a/n: thank you for this request cherry !!! it was so much fun to write <3

title: wedding buddies

prompts: (5) "I want you to kiss me." (12) "I haven't listened to anything you just said."

pairing: mingi x afab!reader

warnings: smut, p in v sex, afab reader

word count: 2k

MDNI

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Ah, wedding season. That special time of the year, between late spring and early fall, where everyone and their mothers decided to hold their weddings. You had come to that age where you friends and acquaintances were getting engaged and married - and you were just not there yet.

To every wedding you got invited to, you also got a plus one. For the first wedding you just went alone, but the amount of comments you got was enough to make you leave early. Which is why you now had a plan - and his name was Song Mingi.

Mingi was one of your friends, but he was the kind of friend you would usually just hang out alone with. None of your acquaintances, who had invited you to their wedding, knew of him, and your closest friends barely saw anything of him. So, to avoid future questioning, Mingi became your fake boyfriend.

It wasn't difficult to get him to do it, he was promised free food and drinks. What more could he want? Moreover, you got to present a hot boyfriend to all of your friends.

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The deeper you went into your lie, the harder it was to deny your growing feelings for you your fake boyfriend. Mingi was so good at acting as your boyfriend that you almost felt betrayed when he'd go back to your normal ways after the wedding.

Now there you were, the last wedding of the month, and drooling over the man that you couldn't have - and you had no one to complain to about it!

Mingi was getting the two of you drinks by the bar, and while he was gone you found yourself fixing your outfit. The need to look good for your fake partner felt stupid, but that didn't stop you from trying. You watched Mingi walk back to you, a big goofy grin on his lips which didn't match the tight black slacks and white button-up shirt he was wearing - three buttons unbuttoned, and his tie just laying around his shoulders. His broad shoulders... Mingi did a little dance, trying to make you smile and succeeding immediately, before he finally got to the table.

"See, the venue might've been worse than the last one." Mingi picked the conversation you had before he left back up. "But I still think this wedding is better- my proof being: open bar!"

"I can't argue with that," you hummed and accepted your drink.

Mingi kept on talking, but you were busy staring at the way his lips moved. Soft and pouty, so incredibly kissable- no. You weren't allowed to think like that - he was your friend! Your buddy! Your pal! So in an attempt to be rational, you looked back up at his eyes. He hadn't noticed you staring. However, he was looking for some sort of answer that you couldn't give.

"Sorry, I haven't been listening to anything you just said," you admitted.

"Yeah I could see that," he said knowingly, "You've been busy."

"Hm?" Your eyes widened.

"You're too obvious when you've been drinking," he said, "Honestly, it makes the acting a lot easier."

You stared at him, wondering if he had managed to figure everything out. Mingi wasn't dumb, by any means, but you didn't think he could figure you out - you were stealthy... right?

"What do you mean?" you murmured.

The music started booming, and people made their way onto the dance floor. You kept looking at Mingi like a deer in headlights. He knew something, but you didn't have time to question it. Mingi stood up and held his hand out to you, leading you out to the dance floor once you had taken it.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

The wedding was far enough away from either of your homes that you had decided to book a hotel room together. It was a late booking, and the only room you had managed to get had a king bed. Before this wedding it had been a source of anxiety for you, but now it was convenient.

Mingi's lips stayed on yours while he fumbled with the keycard to the door. He pulled away from you, swearing under his breath and tried one last time to open the door. Slamming the door open, the two of you let out drunken giggles and laughs while you stumbled towards the bed.

"Maybe we should talk about this." Your ass landed on the soft bed and Mingi kneeled before you.

His hands worked on taking off your shoes for you, throwing them behind him when he was done. He stood back up, towering over you, and held your hands in his.

"Is there anything you want to say?" he asked softly.

You stayed quiet, your mind completely blank. Mingi chuckled and pulled his tie off his shoulders, throwing it behind him as well. Without hesitation, your hands went to the buttons on his shirt and started unclasping each one. As his shirt opened up more, you started kissing the revealed skin - leaving lipstick marks across his chest and torso. Mingi took your face in his big hands and made you look at him.

"Talk to me, sweetheart," he murmured, "What do you want?"

"I want you to kiss me again," you admitted in a plea.

Mingi bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, teasing you before going in again. One of his hands went to your back, while the other one leaned on the bed behind you.

"Tell me you want me and I'll give you everything I have," he mumbled against your lips, "You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this."

"I want you."

It came out as a whisper, but you wanted to scream it. His lips attacked your neck, leaving blooming bruises on his path down your upper body. His lips felt like heaven, and you noticed a heat growing from your core throughout your body. When he got to your chest, where your dress started, he stopped.

"Wanna take this off for me?" he asked gently. "Let me see all of you."

You nodded eagerly and stood up on wobbly legs. Mingi worked on getting his own clothes off, laying down on the bed when he had done so. He watched you struggle with your dress, a big grin playing on his lips.

"Don't laugh!" you said as soon as you heard a snicker. "I can't reach the zipper!"

"Come here, sweetheart." He motioned for you to come over.

You stood in front of him and his hands landed on your hips, gently rubbing the skin over the fabric of your dress. He smiled up at you before turning you around. Reaching up, he grabbed the zipper and slowly dragged it down - teasing you.

"Mingi..." you whined.

"Mm," he hummed as he pressed a kiss to your spine, "I love it when you say my name."

You huffed and walked away from him, finally pulling your dress down. Almost instantly, you missed his hands on your hips. When you turned back to the man on the bed he was laying back with a confident smile on his face, cock straining against his underwear. Already, you could tell he was big. You got on top of him, straddling him. Mingi looked at you expectantly. Besides this rather bold move on your part, you had no other plan on what to do. At least you got to feel his hands on your hips again.

"You're even more beautiful than I could've ever imagined," he admitted.

"So you've been imagining me naked?" You grinned.

"Don't act like you haven't done the same to me," he argued.

You scoffed, but couldn't come up with anything else to say - it was true after all. Nevertheless, you had no time to respond because Mingi started grinding your hips against his, using his grip on your hips to get you to move. Strings of swears left your mouth and you leaned against him. You hadn't realized how sensitive you had gotten from his light teasing, but you were practically throbbing. Mingi found your lips again and kissed you, drowning all of your sounds out.

As you started approaching your high, your noises getting louder and your cunt leaking through your underwear, Mingi stopped moving you. Before you could whine and throw a tantrum, he flipped you over on your back.

"Did you bring a condom with you?" he asked breathlessly.

"In my bag."

Mingi quickly went over to your bag and rummaged through it. When he finally found it, he held it up to show you his victory. You laughed as he approached you once again. Your laugh got caught in your throat when you saw the wet spot you had created on his underwear. A big splotch of lust sitting promptly on top of his erection.

"Are you always this prepared?" he teased.

"I wouldn't call it prepared," you said, "Just hopeful."

"I'll answer your prayers, babe, don't worry," he grinned and got on top of you again.

He went to kiss you, but you put your hand in front of his face.

"No more fooling around, I need you to fuck me," you said desperately.

You ended up on your hands and knees, Mingi's cock ramming into you from behind. Each time he pushed inside, it felt like he was tearing you apart. His cock was even bigger than the ego he was going to get from fucking you stupid. Your moans bounced against the walls, filling the room quickly and most likely spilling out from the thin walls. You didn't give a shit, not when he was making you see stars.

"Mingi," you moaned, "Close..."

It was all you could muster saying. Your chest fell to the bed and he took the opportunity to drill deeper into you. It felt like he was in your ribcage, every thrust sending a shock through your body. Your sopping cunt was making sounds you couldn't imagine yourself making. It was crying out for more and more, the sounds of your wetness filling your ears.

"You can cum, sweetheart, I'm not stopping you." Mingi reached around your body and started playing with your clit, rubbing tight circles.

It pushed you over the edge, your body spasming and your legs almost giving out from under you. You let out a shriek as he kept fucking you, chasing his own high. The continued stimulation made your head spin, and you became a wobbly mess of limbs. You didn't even noticed that Mingi had pulled out of you and thrown away the condom. His sweaty body cuddled up against yours, the sudden skin-to-skin contact bringing you back to reality.

"You okay, baby?" he murmured in your ear.

"I'm alright," you breathed out, "Just need a minute."

"Okay, just lay back. I'll get you cleaned up and something to eat."

You felt him leave, and you turned around to put your head on one of the pillows. When he came back it was with a wet towel and snacks he had gotten from the mini fridge. He sat down beside you and helped you clean up.

"Do you have water?" you asked hoarsely.

Mingi reached over to the bedside table, where he had put all of his things, and opened a water bottle for you. You thanked him and sat up to drink.

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The two of you were under the covers watching a film on the TV in front of the bed. You had calmed down from your high, and he had helped you get into bed properly. After talking for a bit, both agreeing that "just friends" maybe shouldn't be your title anymore, you decided to watch something until one of you fell asleep.

"You know what's so good about this?" you asked quietly and he hummed, "Now you don't have to pretend to like me at weddings anymore."

"I was never pretending."

and thats how she fell deeper for wonnie 🥰

❦ ., real-life angel — jungwon

¿ ｡′ gn!reader, highschool!au, fluff, cw: mentions of pain and blisters, very light swearing, very indirect mentions of weight in relation with a piggyback ride, wc: 1.2K ！！ .. apologies for the lack of the read more function ; i can’t use it without completely messing up the writing :,(

when you pulled on your shiny, brand new oxford shoes this morning, the only thing you thought of was how cute they would look with your outfit.

it was this lack of foresight that landed you in your rather unfortunate situation, which currently has you painfully limping your way into the last class of the day. you can't help but wince loudly as you stumble slightly over an empty chair, glancing around in hopes that no one noticed.

your face flushes with heat when you catch his eyes lingering on your pained form and quickly scurry into the safety of your seat right behind him.

damn these shoes. you continue to curse internally at the fact that you have to walk home with the rigid backs of the shoes rather aggressively rubbing against your heels with each step you take. even your thick socks had done nothing to stop the spreading blisters from forming throughout the day. and now, these shoes have potentially embarrassed you in front of yang jungwon, the sweetest, loveliest, and by far most attractive boy in the school. at least in your clearly biased eyes, that is.

just like every other day, you spend the class period staring dreamily at the back of jungwon's head and trying not to seem suspicious when he glances behind himself to look at the clock in the back of the classroom. embarrassingly enough, once or twice he had made eye contact and one hundred percent caught you in the act. that didn't stop you, of course. one needs their daily fix of eye-candy, even if it consists mainly of your muse's back.

once the last bell rings, you make the attempt to escape the classroom without heavily limping and attracting the attention of anyone, but the stronger than anticipated pain causes you to fail miserably. giving up on hiding your limp, you focus your energy on getting to your locker and out of the building as quickly as possible. because the second you're out on the sidewalk and off of school grounds, you bend over and rapidly untie your shoelaces, practically ripping off the shoes in a hurry to escape the pain that they cause you. you sigh in relief, as, despite a still throbbing pain in your heels and the inherent discomfort of walking outside with only socks to cover your feet, anything is better than walking with those cursed shoes on. with your hell-sent, infuriatingly cute shoes in hand, you begin to make your journey back home.

"y/n!"

you halt like a deer in headlights at the voice that calls your name. oh please no, please don't do this to me right now.

your internal pleas evidently go unheard when the voice calls out to you again, this time closer than before.

"wait up!”

plastering on a smile to hide the growing embarrassment of being caught walking through the streets with no shoes on by your crush (a situation far more embarrassing than you would have expected), you turn to face the sight of jungwon jogging up to you and stopping at a distance far too close to allow you to calm the relentless fluttering in your stomach.

“hey jungwon!” you say, pretending you hadn’t known it was him the second you heard his voice.

“hi y/n!”

you blink at him when he says nothing more, curious of his intentions in approaching you.

“do you … need anything?” you ask awkwardly. you two were friendly, but not close enough to randomly walk up to each other after school.

“uh, no? i mean … i just– i noticed you limping in class today and i wanted to make sure you were alright. though i guess,” he pauses, pointing to the shoes in your hand, “the problem was your shoes. and … you seem to have fixed that.”

you have to suppress a giggle, because no matter how awkward you may be yourself, his own awkwardness is quite endearing. not to mention the fact that he just came up to you to see if you were fine.

“yeah … they’re new. so, yknow, they were giving me blisters…”

"ah. do you want me to– well, can i … can i walk you home, maybe?"

you stare at him in shock, unable to formulate an answer with your heart slamming against your chest and the butterflies in your stomach going crazy.

but he seems to take your flustered silence as uncomfort and is quick to take back his words, stuttering in embarrassment. "i– sorry, there's no need of course! i don't wanna be weird or something, i just thought maybe you shouldn't walk home with no shoes by yourself? not that you can't take care of yourself, just that it would be unfortunate if you step on something sharp or got hurt when you already are, but if–"

"no, no, it's fine!" you interrupt him. "i appreciate it, seriously, jungwon. of course you can." you grin at him, but try to at least hide some of your giddiness at the thought of him walking you home because he was worried about you.

"cool," he says with a matching grin on his face. "shall we then?"

"yep!"

you feel your cheeks flush when he takes the shoes from your hands, his fingers gently coming in contact with yours as he does so.

departing down the sidewalk, you make every effort not to wince out loud as you walk, but the boy by your side notices the slight grimace on your face. he suddenly halts in his steps, causing you to do the same. you cock your head to the side when he shifts his backpack to rest on his stomach.

“what’re you doing?”

rather than answering your question, he turns his back to you and bends his legs. he coughs awkwardly before simply saying, “get on.”

“your back??” you question, suddenly on the fine line between relative normalcy and panic.

"i– yeah, c'mon don't leave me hanging," he jokes.

"no, no, i couldn't," you protest. "i can't make you carry me plus two backpacks."

"i'm offering, don't worry about it. you're still in pain right now, it's the least i can do," he insists.

the least he can do? gosh he really is a real-life angel.

"are you sure?"

"positive. hop on," he assures, and you can hear the smile in his voice. and so, you awkwardly scramble to find a position on his back that you hoped would be best for him. his arms wrap around your legs as you grip his shoulders.

still worried that there might be too much weight for him to bear all while walking for another ten minutes, you speak into his year, your voice quiet. "you can let me know if it gets too heavy, okay? i'll be fine walking, i promise."

you aren't sure why you're nearly speaking at a whisper, but you do know that, despite the obnoxiously loud beating of your heart and heat in your face, you feel surprisingly comfortable so close to the boy. maybe it's the gentle reassurance that he'll carry you all the way home, the broadness of his shoulders, or the glimpse you can catch of the shy smile and dusting of pink on his face, but whatever it is, you can't help but feel safe and at ease.

ALOE YOU VERA MUCH ✦ YJW

➵ together with you is my favourite place to be

pairing: jungwon x gn! reader

summary: as a plant store owner, you are bound to see a number of unique personalities enter through your doors. but there is one regular that has thoroughly charmed you, despite being unable to keep a plant alive.

note: i tried to do the write even if it's small thing and somehow this still came near 1k?? it didn't take long so i'm not complaining and i was able to post again quickly enough...

warnings: none

word count: 933

"hello, what would you like to buy today," you hold back a smile as you recognize the boy entering through the door.

sunlight streamed through the large bay windows, delicately caressing the greenery filling up the shop.

your family owned a nursery further in the countryside, but you had begged them to let you try and start a small outlet in the city with the smaller plant species.

city people deserved to take care of plants too!

the boy pouts at your words, "what, y/n, no personal greeting?"

you roll your eyes lightheartedly, "sorry, whatever may i assist you with today, dear jungwon?"

"much better," he beams at you, and it's like your whole day has been lit up.

you hum and continue tending to the plants near the register, waiting for jungwon to browse through your catalog and decide on his weekly plant.

you hear the man clear his throat as he browses though, "so, any plans for the weekend?"

this prompts a head tilt, a little confused. it's not like the two of you never speak, but the conversation is usually a lot more natural? he seems nervous.

and you don't want that of course, so you brush off the odd tone.

"uhhh, probably stay in to be honest... or visit the cat cafe that opened up."

jungwon whips around eyes alight, "that's what i was going to tell you about! i went there recently and it's the absolute best."

you smile at his excitement, incredibly endeared by his mannerisms.

"yeah?"

an idea strikes you, and you decide, why not? jungwon is cute, kind, and despite his utter inability to keep plants alive he seems to be very caring. all things you deeply admired, all things that prompted you to have a small crush on him.

so before he can respond, you continue, "show me around?"

jungwon freezes, his beautiful eyes widened as he stares at you. you stiffen, sighing.

"or not! nevermind, it was stupid--"

he interrupts you, tone gentle but firm, "I'd love to."

you laugh in joy, "that's great, now have you finally decided what plant you're going to murder this week?"

jungwon pouts at the admonition but nods, holding up an aloe vera. good, an easy one.

as you scan the item and pick out a care guide with some materials (customary to your store) you look back at your weekly ritual with endearment.

"so, what's this one's name?" you ask curiously. jungwon named every single one of his purchases, despite their inevitable fate ending up in a fertilizer graveyard.

he hums, considering.

"i'm thinking sunoo, after my friend."

this causes you to burst into laughter, slightly surprising jungwon but pleasing him all the same.

"are you still doing that?! last time, you named the pink princess philodendron heeseung and we know what happened to it..."

jungwon snickers, simultaneously heart warmed you remember your encounters with such detail and happy to name his plants after his annoying friends.

"yeah it's on purpose. he's been on thin ice lately, what with all his teasing," he trails off with a mumble and red face much to your curiosity.

teasing on what?

you don't press it though, sensing his embarrassment.

instead you write your number onto the receipt and wink at jungwon, laughing when he splutters.

"this--"

you look into jungwon's eyes, utterly enraptured, "well, how else are you going to contact me for the cat cafe?"

the word 'date' is barely held back.

jungwon takes 'sunoo' with him and as cute as the boy is you still mourn the plant in his arms.

your date-not-date ends up being planned for later on in the week due to issues in your scheduling, but you can't wait. you wait for every day to go by quicker.

just as you're about to pack up for the day, excited about tomorrow finally being your date, a blonde boy walks in.

it's a little late, but you find you're not bothered by his presence. he doesn't have an unreasonable or upsetting vibe.

"hello, how can i help you today?"

"oh!" the boy startles, "sorry for bothering so late, i was just walking by and realized this is the plant shop my friend's always talking about."

oh?

"is your friend a regular customer then? do you mind letting me know their name! i'll be sure to give them a discount for spreading the word next time they visit."

the blond smiles, "yeah, his name is jungwon."

and wasn't that a funny coincidence, you burst out laughing, imagining--

"wait, wait," you speak through giggles, continuing despite his perplexed expression, "are you sunoo?"

he raises a hand to his mouth, "yeah! how did you know!"

"i'm sure you know, but jungwon named his latest victim after you."

"victim...?" sunoo tilts his head, and you can definitely see how he's jungwon's friend considering they have the same endearing mannerisms.

"yeah, he comes in every week to try and finally succeed in taking care of a plant."

now sunoo's eyebrows shoot up, "but jungwon has the greenest thumbs I've ever seen... i don't think he could kill a plant if he tried."

you laugh, waiting for sunoo to join in, but then you realize it's not a joke.

"wait. for real?"

sunoo's smile has edged into something knowing and amused, realizing what the situation is.

"yeah... but. that's probably between you two to discuss! i'll come back later to buy something! bye bye!"

he rushed out the door before you can get a word in.

ah, jungwon, you adorable fool. you seriously had a lot to speak about tomorrow.

taglist: @ashtxrie @luvlyhee @won4kiss

switchy behaviours ~

The Elysian Angel || 18+

Synopsis: For the second day of your pact, you make a good friend in a good angel.

Pairing: detective!Jake × fem!reader

Warnings: smut minors Dni, oral (f receiving), anal sex, switch Jake, slight dom!reader, praise, degradation, p in v sex, dumbification, use of petname 'pup', mention of food and alcohol, Heeseung being an asshole

A/N: My apologies that this took a lot of time. Unfortunately I was travelling and i didn't find time to edit and do all that crap. Also my dumbass wrote the smut on the plane so again, apologies if it is not satisfactory. No I cannot for the life of me praise myself

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The tiny cactus pot near his bedroom window had never seemed more interesting to Jake than now, as he thought over the events that had occured this evening.

Now, hungover and somewhat peckish, Jake thought of his two best friends, a drunk woman, and even more drunker pact. What had he called it? Something with Heeseung and jealousy and whatnot.

Ah yes Heeseung, Jake had a eureka moment, he had cheated on his wife had he not? And she had come to the police precinct and she had beat him in drinking bourbon...yes he remembered now!

Jake sighed to no one in particular as he cuddled into his blanket, watching the way his cactus blocked the shimmering moonlight from entering the room. He was weirdly craving sugar at the moment.

Maybe he should treat Heeseung's wife to his favourite cake tomorrow, he thought, what was her name again? Lee Y/N.

No not Lee, Jake yawned, no she's divorced now, his last thought came as he drifted off to an eager tomorrow.

|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|

"So—" Jake leaned on the table, staring into Sunghoon's eyes, "—how was it last night?"

"Heavenly." Sunghoon sighed dreamily into his coffee, "She gave me some advice on how to-."

"I meant the sexual part." Jake chuckled, "You know, the part where your peni-"

"Yeah yeah I got that!" Sunghoon coughed loudly, though there weren't any other officers in the break room at the moment, save for Jay and Jake who had been listening fondly to Sunghoon show off his new coat, "It was... great! Might I add, she can take a lot. And I mean a damn lot." He widened his eyes to maximise the effect.

"Maybe you just have a tiny dick." Jay snickered, which made Jake spill a waring amount of coffee out of his nose.

"Jake what the fuck!" Sunghoon recoiled, as Jake cleaned himself up, still laughing, "Hey don't do that around her alright?" Sunghoon made a disgusted expression, wiping off the coffee from the table.

"So where is she staying right now?" Jay asked, taking the attention away from Jake's sopping wet shirt, "She can't go back to Heeseung's so—?"

"I dropped her off at a friend's." Sunghoon sipped his coffee, relishing the bitter taste of the grinded beans, "And before you ask, Mister lover boy—", Jake laughed raucously at his quip, "Yes she's fine. And weirdly happy too."

"Where is this friend's place?" Jake asked curiously, glancing at Jay who was looking suspiciously at him, "I-I wanted to take her out...for some cake." He finished awkwardly leading the two men to look at him with raised brows.

"What?" Jake scoffed, "Can't I treat a lady to some cake before I- you know."

"Fighting Jongsoeng for the lover boy position Jake?" Sunghoon laughed, "I'm impressed." He took a look at a glaring Jay, which motivated him further, "Her house is on Baker's Street, the second one when you enter."

"Is that really necessary?" Jay questioned, the gravel in his voice was evident, "She never asked you to buy her cake."

"And yet I want to." Jake answered, downing his coffee in one go, before getting up briskly, "See you later boys."

"Um, sir you have files to complete." Sunghoon interrupted, but Jake was faster in striding out the door.

"Do them for me would you Sunghoon?!"

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The atmosphere around the cafe was pleasant, as the cool evening wind blew against your face. The light brown coloured cake sat patiently in front of you, with only a few bite marks decorating it.

"Thank you for taking me here." You said to the man in front of you, who looked up at you with widened brown eyes, before offering a smile.

"No harm in treating a lady is there?" He poked at his own piece of cake with his fork, "I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything before we—" he smiled awkwardly, "—go into the details of the pact."

You felt him internally cringe at what he had said so you quickly diverted the topic. "Do you come here often?" You asked.

Jake's ever present grin appeared again, as he nodded, looking fondly at the small cafe, which smelled like pine trees to you, though perhaps it was from the fact that you were sitting outside. "It's one of my favourite places to come when I need to take a breather."

You smiled at the man's words as you took the last bite of the cake, closing your eyes to taste it properly. It melted right into your mouth, and you savoured the caramel flavour, sweet yet having a tinge of salt in it. You almost felt like you could have-

"What the fuck are you doing with her?"

That voice.

Your eyes burst open, to locate the source of it, the siren like tones which had once intoxicated you, not irritated you. You first landed on Jake, who was looking behind you with a somewhat terrified expression. Whipping your head around you saw him.

Lee Heeseung.

"And might I ask what you are doing here?" You tried to keep yourself calm, reminding yourself it's a public place.

"Y/N, what are you doing with him?" Heeseung's brow was dripping with sweat and his face was formed in a glare. He looked ferocious.

"I'm not your wife anymore Heeseung." You stated calmly, though you were internally fuming, "So please, can you leave us alone?"

"So you're fucking my colleagues now huh?" Heeseung chuckled loudly, catching the attention of a few people around, "Sort of forgives me for just fucking one other girl doesn't it?"

"Forgives you?"

Your voice cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. It had a tone to it which Jake had never heard before. It was....colder.

"Are you actually being serious, Heeseung?" You laughed, this time it didn't warm Jake's cheeks. It rather broke through his eyes like icicles.

"You don't have even one right to be forgiven. In fact you don't have any!" You scoffed, "I'm surprised you even have the gall to fucking approach me right now, because trust me, if I were you, I would have hid my face in my bedroom until I died." Jake was taken apart by the very new air of you he was seeing, "So please kindly fuck off would you?"

Heeseung's teeth gritted as he glared daggers at Jake, giving you one final, venomous look before spinning on his heel, and angrily stomping away. The sight of it was practically cartoonish.

"Are you alright?" Jake asked from behind you, you turned to see his worried eyes. His voice was the sweet honeyed one you knew well and proper.

"I'm fine, thank you Jake." You gave him a smile, concealing how much the incident had shaken you.

"It's getting dark." Jake lent you an arm which you gladly took, "Shall we head home?"

"Lead the way." You gave him a final grin.

|•|•|•|•|•|•|•|

"Do all detectives have such nice looking houses?" You chuckled, looking around Jake's apartment. Though not as homely as Sunghoon's was, it certainly was cozy, giving off the same rustic vibes as the cafe. A maroon divan sat in the corner.

"Was Sunghoon's fairy cottage that beautiful?" Jake chuckled, inviting you to sit beside him on the sofa. "Perhaps its just my preference of cottages." You chuckled, though you certainly had no complaint against Jake's apartment.

"You'd like Jay's house then." Jake said, leaning back against the wall of the sofa. Silence passed for what felt like an hour (though it was only five minutes), until Jake finally spoke up.

"How did Sunghoon ever get you into his bedroom?" Jake asked, startling you from the sudden break of silence, "Because I am extremely nervous right now. But then again—" he grinned, "—Park Sunghoon can get even a cupid into his sheets."

"And you can't?" You quizzed, admiring his features, as he shook his head.

"It's a bit shameful for a man to admit but–" he chuckled darkly, "–at the most I've had two women in my bed."

"Would that make me the third?" You fluttered your lashes at him, making him gulp, "Come on, detective Sim," you smirked, “Don’t you want to play with me?” 

Jake's voice catches in his throat as you lock eyes with him. Your eyes are soft and kind, like usual, but the more he looks, the more he begins to notice a hint of lust glazing them. Neither of you move for a moment, studying each other's expressions. Jake moves closer to you, though not close enough for you.

"Closer, detective." you smirk, pulling him closer to kiss him full on his plump lips. His hands find their way to your waist. He pulls you closer to him, and your legs seem to mindlessly straddle his lap. You can't fight the urge to grind your hips against his pelvis, slowly rocking back and forth.

He groans quietly as the two of you continue to kiss, and you use this opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth. His saliva has faint tastes of coffee and whiskey.

Jake's fingers mindlessly fiddle with the top button of your blouse, unsure as to whether or not he should undo them. You undo the top one, prompting him to undo the rest. His face is warm and pink as you pull away from the kiss leaving a string of salvia behind, and you can feel his cock harden beneath you as you continue to grind on his lap.

You push your hips into his, his hard-on pushes up into the wet patch on your panties. Slowly, he pushes your skirt down your thighs, and you momentarily stop grinding on him to help take your skirt off. Your bare thighs hover in the cool breeze from the evening. You leaned in for another kiss.

"Wait," Jake stops you, hands rubbing into your waist. With his lusty sinews, Jake picked you up, you wrapped your legs tightly around his hips to secure yourself as he led you into the adjacent room.

"I don't think we should mess my sofa up, eh pup?" The nickname had your core erupting into lava.

|•|•|•|•|•|•|

"You're so pretty..." Jake whispered into your ear as he lay you down on the bed. His bedroom, though tiny, was spacious enough, for you to collect your mind.

"Let's leave the compliments for later detective." You smiled at him, nipping the bud of his ear with your teeth, "For now, " you whispered seductively, "Shall we begin?"

You could feel Jake's nervousness, from the way his body tensed up. Inexperienced man, you thought, you were about to have a lot of fun.

“Open,” You said, leaning forward and tapping his chin, you were about to take the lead, if he wasn't going to. A woman couldn't have waited all day could she?

Jake complied, easier than you thought, opening his mouth allowing to shove two fingers inside, just like Heeseung had once did to you. He licked and sucked your fingers for two minutes, never breaking eye contact as his spit rolled down your hand. 

“Good boy,” you said, pulling them away as you began to touch yourself. Sitting back on your ass, you rubbed your clit, rubbing his spit into your sensitive button, letting him know how good it felt, how close you were to cumming with his spit on your cunt. You plunged one finger in and then another as you watched him bite his tongue, careful not to let even a small sound slip out. 

You let go of his hand so you could guide his head to where you needed his mouth. Your hands wound tightly into his hair, legs struggling to stay open as you felt the heat of his tongue against your core.

Jake slid it shallowly into your folds. The sensation made you whine and grab his head to push him further. He resisted but soon gave you what you want. Your chest rising and falling rapidly as he tasted you and let a gloriously loud moan vibrate against your center.

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.” you moaned as you felt every bud of his sharp tongue, "G-Good boy...."

You weren't interested in taking it slow tonight, being wet since he had touched you.

He licked a stripe up your vulva, his tongue flat and getting every inch of your pussy till he reached your clit where he wrapped his lips around it and gently sucked.

Your back arched on the bed, one hand going straight to his hair as your orgasm quickly built. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he started flicking his tongue against you.

"Fuck...Jaeyun!" You screamed his name out, which built up the fire in him, "You're being so good for me...."

The other hand not threading through his tresses fisted the sheets of his bed tighter as your hips began to roll and grind against his face in circular motions, trying to catch that sensation of his nose bumping against your throbbing clit. Your body had a mind of its own, sinking deeper and deeper into the burning hot abyss of pleasure and reach the high you were quickly ascending to.

But before you could grasp that high properly, you felt a discerning movement.

"Jake!" You cried, suddenly feeling the familiar taste of his tongue leave your walls empty, "Why the fuck would you do that?!"

"Shh, baby." Jake shushes you, which makes you hold your tongue quickly. Jake let's go of one of your thighs and unbuckles his belt, pulling down his zipper and pushing down his pants. He lets out a deep breath again when he finally feels free and without his tight trousers around his hips. Jake looked magnificent as he admired you laying in front of him. Wild, primal thoughts flanked every neuron of his mind.

"Turn on your side for me." He commands you, with lust filled eyes, "Now." He adds as if it's an afterthought. You quickly obliged, finding his tone of voice enamouring you into obeying him. You couldn't wait for what he was about to do.

Jake knows it's wrong, to fuck another man's wife, but fuck—he couldn't help himself, and anyway you had agreed to this. So there he was, hard cock slipping between your thighs as he thrusts his hips slowly, biting his tongue to prevent the guttural groans threatening to escape his lips. Jake's veined hands slip under your bra, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his thrusts grow slightly faster while his hand grasps at your tit tightly, sinfully thankful that Heeseung had given you up.

"F-Fuckkk-" you groaned painfully as Jake slipped into your ass, you needed time to adjust, "Jaeyun wait—"

Your words meant nothing to him as every thrust stretches you to the shape of him, his cock ramming painfully into your cervix with each thrust. He takes you, uses you as his hips bounce against your ass, shaking you with the force of every movement. Your moans grew louder and louder with each thrust, you felt his hot breath against your neck, and yet he didn't stop, only growing more possesive by the second.

"Fucking hell baby." Jake's accented voice tingled against your skin, "such a good pup for me aren't you?"

The sensations of his mere words burn through your core as your toes curl while he fucks into you with such a possessive need that your whole body trembles with the overwhelming pleasure. His obeying tendencies earlier had changed into a much more obsessive one, turning you on even more.

His expression grows almost enamored at how you're squeezing him-tense, as he thrusts into you, balls slapping against your ass at his relentless pace. Hot, searing pleasure makes its way up your spine-emitting a low, almost inaudible, squeal from you as he pinches your clit.

You're constantly on the edge, slipping in and out of consciousness from his assault on your cervix, harsh-angry thrusts punctuating his words.

"Faster—" you moaned, not realising how much his dick was controlling your mind now, "Jaeyun, fuck—faster please...."

"Faster?" Jake's low voice vibrated on your skin as he chuckled, pulling you against him in a brisk fashion, making you cry out in pleasure, "Am I making you feel good baby?" You nodded, not even hearing his words, fuck he was making you feel better than ever.

"Dumb–" one thrust, "—fucking–" the second, "—pup." He accentuated every word clearly.

Your eyes roll back, and he fucks your hips right back on him with his tight grip on them. Even when the rope breaks, and you’re pushed under—thighs shaking in illicit euphoria as you leak around him, he doesn’t stop.

Like some rabid animal, he takes you back in-then out again with his movements—his thoughts becoming scrambled, accentuated with primal, violent pushes and pulls before he’s slamming back in you again as tears gather in your eyes.

"Jaeyun!" You scream again, feeling your cunt throb for even a mere touch of his dick, which was stretching your back out so well, "I want you Jake.. please.." your begging makes it just sweeter for him.

He gulps and kisses you passionate, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth. Hands on your waist, he grips you tightly and flips you over onto your back, the skin on your back tickled as it hit the sheets. He grabs his shaft and runs his tip through your folds, teasing your clit a little bit.

"Fuck, Sunghoon was right," he breaths out, "You really can take a lot and nods. Slowly and carefully he starts to push his fat tip against your entrance, pushing and pushing until his tip was in.

He watches your face for any sort of pain or discomfort but sees nothing, so he pushes forward again until you knit your brows together in pain.

"don't stop, fuck." you whisper against his lips, which motivated him further, "Fuck~Jake!" You moaned, as he moved ever so slightly

The man began to move faster, starting a stutter in his hips that ended up colliding against yours forcefully. It hurt you, it was too abrupt, and that feeling remained there even though the pleasure clouded your mind and senses.

Jake leaned over your sweaty, flushed body to get a better angle, you could see his face better and closer.

He had flowing strands of his black hair stuck to his forehead from sweat, the rest fell on your forehead, tickling you. And his seducing gaze that evaluated each and every one of your expressions, as if he were memorizing them.

You lower your hips slowly before bringing them back up. Jake presses his face against your chest, his own arms moving to wrap around you. His hips move down, fucking into you.

You try to help him as best you can but your thighs are already starting to hurt from being in this position too long.

It didn't seem like Jake minded though. In fact once he notices you’re giving your body up to him he seems to find some super strength because before you know it he’s ramming into you.

His thin lips moved against yours and his tongue made your mouth open to give way to his.

And he was there, kissing you, giving you pleasure and pain, both in a play or duality. His hips were now moving precisely, at a speed that you both enjoyed. His lips dancing over your mouth took away the little breath you had left. The head of his erection began to hit a delicious spot deep in your intimacy that, along with the movement of his thumb squeezing and stretching your clitoris, made your mind blur and spin.

"You can take it," Jake said, noticing your expression, bringing his head down as his tongue swirled over your nipples. Your back arched at the contact, your legs beginning to shake as he brought his hand over to rub on your clit.

Your nails scratched at Jake's back ruthlessly, clawing and taking your way down as you felt the muscles tense underneath your touch. You get your orgasm building up slowly, a dam threatening to burst with every snap of his hips. Your legs began to shake underneath his grasp, your nails digging into the flesh of his back as he buried his head into your shoulder. His cock twitched inside your cunt a couple seconds later, indicating that he was close to his orgasm.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to you as he continued to thrust inside of you. His eyes rolled back, his cock shooting out ropes of cum deep into your cunt.

Jake's thrusts came to a slow stop. His hand left your throat and went to the back of your head, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. He pulled away and looked into your eyes for a few seconds before pulling out of you. He laid down next to you, staring up at the ceiling and breathing heavily.

"Whiskey?" "By all means."

|•|•|•|•|•|•|

"This—" You took a deep sniff of the liquid, "—is delicious."

"Jay gifted it to me." Jake took a sip from his glass, savouring the burning taste from the bubbling whiskey, "I feel as if our love language is gifting each other alcohol, especially Jay, with all his knowlege in it."

For the second time since the last two days, you couldn't comprehend why Jay's name had made the veins in your heart abruptly stop, like water against the rocks of a seashore. Though you certainly knew of the tiny red ants in your mind which whispered to you, about love and whatnot.

Well, you sighed to yourself, tomorrow was merely hours away.

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damn, i want someone to shower me with a box of mangos too 🤤

GENTLEMANLY ACTS ✶ 엔하이픈

enha x f!reader. genre: fluff, est relationship. warnings: swearing, hoon being a tease and slightly suggestive in his one, sunoo being sassy. wc: 1.3k.

LEE HEESEUNG + watches out for you.

he is a textbook gentleman, always watching out for you in the smallest ways. he would make sure to walk along the curbside of the road, walking slightly in front of you to shade you from the sun if it gets too hot; he would place his hand around the edge of the table when you dip underneath it to pick something up, making sure you wouldn’t accidentally hit your head against it; and he would always open the doors for you, letting you walk in first with a smile and a soft, “after you, love.”

when he shares an umbrella with you, he would tilt it over to your side, making sure you’re covered completely, even if his side gets drenched by the rain. “what are you doing?” heeseung asked, watching you push his hand that was holding the umbrella away from you. “you’re getting wet.” you said with a slight frown, earning a light laugh from your boyfriend. “i’d rather get wet than risk you getting sick.” your frown deepened, but before you could protest, his arm suddenly wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. “if you’re so worried, then just stick closer to me sweetheart.”

PARK JONGSEONG + cooks for you.

it brings him so much joy watching your face light up into a smile as you enjoy the food he made for you, giving him a kiss on the cheek in gratitude. sometimes when it’s his day off, he would prepare a packed lunch for you, slipping in a handwritten note with a sweet message that never fails to brighten up your day. it got to the point that even your friends got jealous, and jay started to get complains from their boyfriends about setting the standards too high.

you have to be mindful whenever you tell him you like something though, because he is 100% the type of boyfriend to stock up on your favourites. “jay? what’s all this?” you asked with your brows furrowed together, pointing at the large crate of mangoes on the dining table. “oh, you really liked the mangoes from last time, so i bought more.” jay smiled proudly. “but a whole crate?” you laughed in disbelief, tapping his nose lightly, “dummy, we can’t finish this all!” jay only shrugged, smiling as he hugged you close, “but you can have as many as you like this time.”

SIM JAEYUN + carries your things for you.

he never brings a bag when he goes out alone, because his pockets are enough for his necessities. but when he goes out with you, he makes sure to bring a bag with him to carry your things, just so you can carry your dainty purse that matches with your outfit. he’s also the type of boyfriend to carry your girly purse proudly in public as he waits for you outside the bathroom, or when you’re in the changing room trying on new clothes. he thinks it’s a way to let everyone else know that you’re taken, that you’re his.

and don’t even try to carry the shopping bags, he would never let you. even if he struggles with it, he would insist on carrying everything in one hand, just so he can hold your hand. “jake, i can carry one.” you said, trying to negotiate with him. jake shakes his head firmly. “i’d much rather hold your hand. please?” he pouts a little, knowing well that you can’t deny him when he looks at you like that. he smiles in satisfaction when you finally relent, lacing your fingers between his.

PARK SUNGHOON + helps you with your clothes.

he’s a big tease when you ask him for help with your clothes, always resting his hands on you for a little longer than needed. he would gently push your hair forward, hands pressing lightly against your exposed back as he zips up the back of your dress. his hands run on the colder side, sending shivers down your spine that is only amplified when his fingertips brush across the back of your neck. sometimes he would pretend to struggle with your necklace, leaning down and whispering an innocent sorry against the shell of your ear as his fingers fumble with the clasp. but you could feel his lips pull up into a smirk when he presses them against the back of your neck, his breath fanning against your skin, telling you that he’s done with on your necklace.

he would occasionally kneel down to help you tie your shoelaces, or to put on your heels, just to see the way you get flustered; heat rising up your face as you tell him it’s over the top, and that you can put on your own shoes perfectly fine by yourself. to which, he would respond with a smirk, “so what? can’t i take care of my princess?” 

KIM SUNOO + is your biggest supporter.

sunoo is your biggest hype man in everything you do. he is the most encouraging and supportive person in your life, and he doesn’t plan on ever changing that. he loves to listen to your stories, and is really invested in the gossip that you tell him. it got to the point that he prepares a blanket fort when you leave for girls night, waiting for you to come back just to hear all about the new updates. and no matter what happens, he always takes your side, cussing out the people who upset or annoy you.

“damn, i always knew she was a kinda bitch.” your eyes widened at his statement, “sunoo! you can’t say that!” “nah, she always gave me mean girl vibes, plus she made you cry!” sunoo tutted, shaking his head, “she’s definitely in my burn book.” and when he sees the said girl the following day, you best bet that he is giving her the dirtiest side eye ever known to humankind.

YANG JUNGWON + walks you home.

he always walks you home, every single time. it doesn’t matter how far apart you live, he’d do it even if it would take him double the time to get back to his home. he just needs to know that he had sent you home safely, waving bye to you from the window of your room, sending you a few hand hearts and blowing you a kiss before leaving.

it got to the point that you became worried for him instead, noticing how he seemed to be getting less and less sleep from how late he got back home after your dates. one time, you decided to invite him to stay the night at your place, hoping he would get a good night’s sleep. your plan backfired almost immediately, the two of you cuddling and talking until the night departed and the sun began to rise. but jungwon couldn’t care less. if he could spend more time with you, falling asleep with you by his side just as the sun began to peak through the blinds, loosing a couple hours of sleep meant nothing.

NISIMURA RIKI + is extremely attentive.

he may love to tease and joke around with you, but he’s actually extremely attentive and has a great memory when it comes to things about you. he has a note saved on his phone where he writes down all the things that you like and dislike, your favourite go-to order, and the dates of special occasions. he would login to your accounts just to see what you have saved in your shopping basket, and tell you not to waste your money on those items, just so he can buy them for you on your birthday a few weeks later.

he can tell how you’re feeling from just one look at you, and it’s gotten to the point where you can’t hide anything from him, because he’ll see right through you. so when you try to plan surprises for him, you have to be extra cautious to hide it from him. but even if he finds out about the surprise (which he does most of the time), he would put up an act, pretending to be caught off guard by whatever you had planned, because nothing beats the bright smile on your face.