Promise Youll Stay.

promise you’ll stay.

pairing: heeseung x reader

genre: angst, love alarm!au

words: 770

requested: here; for @enhypenwriters

author’s note: i hope you enjoy it! i broke my own heart writing this one 💔

“there you are, i was waiting for you!”

heeseung turns towards the direction of the piercing ding, the sound of his love alarm ringing, alerting him to your presence. a notification that someone loves him.

heeseung is sitting on a wooden bench beneath the cherry blossom trees, and you think the universe must hate you. it’s almost heartbreaking how serene he looks, the smallest petals getting lost in his hair as others fall at his feet.

but you feel it, the culmination of a storm that’s been brewing beneath the surface. you know he does too, the smile slowly melting off his face as he rises to greet you.

you can’t keep pretending, no matter how much you love him.

“oh no, babe, tell me what’s wrong,” heeseung presses a gentle hand to your cheek, wiping away the tears that have been threatening to spill for months.

when he’d received your cryptic text telling him you needed to see him, this hadn’t been what he’d been anticipating. the butterflies that had been happily fluttering in his stomach were now replaced by intense dread at the look on your face.

“i came here because i—i don’t think...i don’t think i can do this, heeseung, not anymore.” it’s a struggle meeting his big brown eyes which scan your face as if he’s searching for something. a small glimpse of hope, any small sign that you don’t mean the words you say...not really.

but it’s not there.

because you’ve spent the past few months waiting and waiting for him to finally return your feelings. watching other couples run and greet each other as their alarms sounded, letting everyone else know just how much they're in love with one another. feeling lonely as yours was the only one that rang when you were with heeseung, your love broadcast for everyone to see, while his wasn’t even yours to receive.

“babe...no please, w-we can work this out,” his face falls, and it pierces your heart. god, you hate how much this hurts. “please, i just need more time!”

you’re tempted to just give in and say i understand, just as you had many times before, but this time you can’t bring yourself to. because despite how many times you told yourself to just be patient, you were starting to feel like you were desperately waiting for a day that would never come.

“how much longer am i supposed to wait? i'm not blind, i see the way you look at her,” you choke out, your throat suddenly growing tight as you speak. “i was only fooling myself to think that you would ever ring my alarm the way i ring yours…”

“that’s not—” he starts, “you know i love you, please don’t leave me.”

“then why is it her love alarm that rings instead of mine?”

standing there, watching the way he struggles to meet your eyes, you feel the last thread snap. there’s no going back, not after all your cards have been laid out on the table. your relationship was always fragile, loosely held together by your attempts to maneuver around the fact that heeseung wasn’t over his ex, no matter how much he cared for you.

but maybe it was time to move on.

“i’m so sorry, heeseung,” you whisper, and you pull him close to you one last time. his arms hold you tight, as if you may disappear if he let you go. “i know you can’t help the way you feel. and i—i hope that you can find a way to be with her since she makes you happy…”

“that’s not what i want! please, i'm begging you, __, don’t go. i just want you,” he says, but he’s too late.

you cup his face in your palm, wiping his tears with the pad of your thumb. “i love you,” you try to let go, but he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer.

“then promise me you’ll stay. we can make it work. i promise i can get over her!” when you pry his fingers from your skin, heeseung feels like he’s been slapped across his face, and he tries to step closer but fails as you back away.

“no we can’t, heeseung. this...is goodbye,” your lips curve into a wistful smile before you turn and walk away, tears staining your palm as you gently wipe them away.

it’s painful for heeseung to watch your figure saunter off, the app on his phone informing him that no one within a 10m radius loves you. and for the first time, he thinks he finally understands you.

movie date ✩ lee heeseung / part 2 (angst vers.)

word count : 417

genre : angst

part one : click here!

but when you heard a crystalline laugh, completely unknown to your ears, your sweaty hand rested without hesitation on the doorknob, lowering the latter without waiting.

your eyes opened wide, amazed by the scene that unfolded in front of you. suddenly, you felt everything collapsing around you, and you quickly regretted your decision to come. your heart ached, causing like a lack of air in the pit of your chest, your eyes gradually filling with tears.

in front of you stood the silhouette of your boyfriend, and that other person you didn't know. his hands were hanging on the other person's hips, their bodies close together and their lips kissing as if tomorrow didn't exist. your trembling hands slipped past your mouth, unable to say anything to signal your presence to the two people in front of you. but quickly one of them noticed you, laying her gaze on you.

heeseung had his back to you, way too busy devouring this person's lips to notice you. while the other proudly showed you his hand which was holding your boyfriend's phone between his fingers, and that's when you understood that it was they who sent you a message. tears finally flowed from your eyes, and you couldn't hold back a hiccup from escaping your lips, causing heeseung to swivel towards you, his face now panicked to see you there. without thinking, he approached you, but quickly stopped when he saw your body walking backwards so that it couldn't reach you.

« y/n, it's not what you think... » — you didn't let him talk any longer, instantly cutting him off. « don't even dare to say that, or use a stupid excuse. i have seen everything, heeseung. », observing him with a scornful gaze, before looking at the other person afterwards, you approached your now ex boyfriend.

heeseung felt his heart ache in his chest, just at the thought of knowing you were unhappy because of him, and seeing the tears running down your angelic face. he regretted dreadfully that you learned his foolishness this way, but unfortunately he couldn't go back now, the damage was already done. he tried to grab your hand, but you pulled away from him again, ready to cry.

« i'm sorry y/n. » — an ironic laugh left your mouth, as you turned around to join the exit of his apartment. after a long hesitation, your tearful eyes landed on him, watching what was all your daydream, now turn into your worst nightmare. « not as much as me. », were the last words heeseung heard from you, echoing in his head like a scream in the mountains.

lovers in the night, strangers in the light

genre: smut

member: heeseung (enhypen)

warnings/notes: smut content, fem!reader, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (?)

a/n: this was requested by my heeseung-biased friend and after discovering seori's lovers in the night thru her collab with txt, i knew exactly what to write.

things between you and heeseung were...strange.

being coaches at a pretty well-known dance studio, the two of you were essentially co-workers. that alone meant there are certain boundaries you're not meant to cross. but, your dance studio prided itself in being a "family", so naturally, everyone grew closer and went beyond the co-worker bond.

you got along pretty well with everyone, even the junior coach, ni-ki, who you immediately unofficially adopted as your sort-of little brother. jay, another one of your fellow coaches was also fun to be with and was usually the one to suggest karaoke night to all of the coaches. he paid for everyone, anyway, so no one refused.

but, heeseung was a different story.

the two of you are friendly enough. you even held a collab class once. perhaps that was what made things so weird in the first place. suggesting a couple dance might have not been the best idea, but it seemed fun at the time, and heeseung readily agreed.

it was all innocent and lighthearted at first, but the way you'd catch heeseung staring at you through the mirror, his hands coming up to rest on your hips as he calls for the class to do one more run, had your stomach churning in an oddly pleasing way. he'd smile at you every chance he could, asking if you were alright, and not wanting to seem weird about it, you'd answer with a simple 'yes', opting to ignore the mystery feeling blooming in your chest.

things took a downturn when heeseung offered to take you home after a fun get-together with all of the (legal) in-house coaches. as usual, jay paid for nearly everything, and of course, alcohol was involved. ni-ki threw a proper tantrum at that, saying everyone his age was out drinking, anyway, but heeseung and the other older guys weren't having it.

heeseung's apartment was around the same area as yours, and not wanting to turn down such a gentlemanly gesture, you agreed to let him bring you home.

heeseung called for a cab that night, offering to take the front seat, but being a little more than slightly inebriated, you hurriedly said no, saying it was alright for him to hop into the backseat with you. in fact, you'd prefer it that way. heeseung paused at this, but ultimately climbed into the backseat with you.

the first five minutes of the ride home was silent, with the radio not even turned on. you'd sneak glances at heeseung, trying to be as subtle as you could in your alcohol-clouded state. but, it seemed like you failed because after a while, heeseung had turned to you and asked if something was wrong.

"is everything alright?" came heeseung's concerned voice. you immediately cleared your throat, looking away as you tried to hide the embarrassment on your face.

"i, uh, was just feeling a little dizzy," was your weak excuse. heeseung gave a small 'oh'.

"you can come lie down on my shoulder, if you want," heeseung had offered.

you blinked, unsure if you heard him right. heeseung stared back at you, smiling that same sweet, boyish smile again as he tapped his shoulder as if beckoning you closer.

"alright," you muttered quietly, scooting over to where heeseung was sitting. to your surprise, heeseung maneuvered his arm around you, pulling you into his side instead as he gently pushed your head down onto his chest. your arm instinctively wrapped around his front and heeseung chuckled.

"didn't know you're clingy when you're drunk," heeseung pointed out. you groaned in disagreement, your eyes getting heavier by the second.

"i'm not drunk," you reasoned. heeseung laughed again.

"alright, princess. go to sleep and i'll wake you up when we're at your place."

your eyes shot open at the nickname, unsure how to react. eventually, the rhythmic movement of heeseung's hand moving up and down your back lulled you to sleep, the sound of his voice calling you 'princess' still lingering in your mind.

all of that brings you to the present day, roughly a week after the taxi incident.

you stand in the doorway of the main dance studio, staring at the figure in the middle of the room, his head bobbing to the music blasting from the speakers.

heeseung sees you through the mirror and he immediately turns around and greets you, his hand waving enthusiastically.

"hey!" comes heeseung's chirpy voice.

you can't help but smile at him as you step into the studio, your hands fidgeting with the straps of your backpack.

"you're here early," you observe, setting your bag down at the back of the room before walking over to him. you eye yourself through the mirror, adjusting your outfit, acutely aware of heeseung's eyes on you.

"i have a morning class to teach," heeseung points out, eyes never leaving your face.

"oh, i see," you reply, nodding as you look up at him. the two of you stare for a few seconds before you get a little too shy, your gaze shifting downwards at your shoe.

you let out a soft sound of surprise when you see your shoelaces undone, bending down to tie them. to your surprise, heeseung beats you to it and you're left dumbfounded as you straighten up, watching as heeseung ties your laces for you.

heeseung peers up at you and the angle makes your heart race. your heart rate doubles when he smiles and it triples when he places his hands on your hips as he pulls himself up, his fingers adding a little pressure against your skin. as he straightens up to his full height, his hands remain on your sides, his gaze seemingly more intense than it had been a few moments ago. heeseung licks his lips.

"is it weird to say that i kind of have a crush on you?" heeseung says, his bottom lip slipping between his teeth.

you swallow, your mind blanking out as you try to think of something to say.

"no," you begin shakily. "that's not weird at all."

heeseung nods, eyes shifting to the side. you realize your own arms are dangling awkwardly at your side, so you slowly bring your hands up to rest on heeseung's forearms.

"are you gonna do anything about it?" you ask, eyes looking up curiously at heeseung's face.

heeseung turns back to you, an eyebrow raised. "it?"

"your crush. are you gonna do anything about it?"

"oh," heeseung says, nodding slowly. he looks at you for a moment before he leans in, the tips of your noses brushing against each other.

not being able to take the torture any longer, your hands leave heeseung's arms and instead find purchase on the sides of his face, pulling him in to press your lips against his. heeseung sighs, his arms winding around your waist, one of his hands coming up to support the back of your neck as he tilts your head up to deepen the kiss.

"someone might catch us," you whisper against his lips. heeseung groans and silences you as he kisses you once more, his tongue slipping into your mouth.

"bathroom," says heeseung as he pulls away, leading you to the door at the corner of the studio. he pulls the door open, guiding you inside before shutting it behind you.

your back makes contact with the door as heeseung pushes you against it, his lips back on yours. you reach behind you, scrambling to lock the door, heaving a sigh of relief as you hear the satisfying click.

a song is still playing in the studio, bleeding through the closed bathroom door, but it only adds to the mood, heeseung's hands slipping under your shirt. goosebumps erupt on your skin as his fingers trace along your bare sides. heeseung pulls away and looks at you, his pupils blown wide and his lips shiny and red.

"is this alright?" heeseung asks, hands inching closer to your breasts. you nod, leaning in close to his ear.

"touch me, please."

heeseung's hands grab at your breasts, a satisfied moan escaping your lips. heeseung's knee comes up between your legs, pressing against your core and you can't help but grind against heeseung, desperate for friction.

"do you want to...?" heeseung asks, still gauging your reaction. you look him in the eye and nod once more.

"you have to tell me," heeseung reminds, hands leaving your chest. his fingers brush against your clothed core instead, feeling how soaked you are through your sweatpants and underwear.

"i need you to fuck me," you say breathlessly. "please, heeseung."

the mention of his name seems to awaken something in heeseung as he pulls his hands away, already undoing his own pants. you follow suit, pulling your lace panties and sweats down in one go, kicking them towards the side. heeseung lets his cock spring free, his own bottoms hitting the ground and pooling around his ankles. he slips his fingers between your sopping folds and groans, fairly surprised at how wet you are.

"ah, fuck," you curse quietly, hips moving along to his fingers. heeseung grips at one of your thighs and pulls it up, wrapping it around his waist. he angles himself at your entrance before pushing in, both of you gasping at the sensation.

"shit," heeseung mutters softly as he bottoms out. you cling onto him, not trusting your sole leg that's planted on the ground to support your whole weight.

heeseung starts to thrust into you, your eyes rolling back at how good he's filing you up. you squeeze your eyes shut as he picks up the pace, the angle at which he's coming from perfectly hitting that one sweet spot inside of you.

you feel fingers curl around your chin and before you know it, heeseung is forcing you to look at him.

"i wanna see that pretty face, princess," heeseung says, his voice having dropped an octave. the return of the nickname sends your head spinning, but you try your best to keep your eyes trained on heeseung's face.

"i knew you liked that nickname," heeseung says with a smirk, his thrusts growing in speed and intensity. you whimper, a hand coming up to clamp on your mouth.

"i'm close," you whisper from behind your hand. heeseung seems to take this as a challenge. he pulls out, letting you drop your leg that was wrapped around his waist.

"bend over," heeseung commands, and you waste no time in doing so, forearms bracing the door as you stick your ass out for heeseung. he lines himself up at your entrance once more and resumes his movements, but this time, his hand reaches over towards your clit, rubbing it in languid circles.

you cry out, the added pleasure overtaking your body completely. heeseung threads his fingers through your hair before pulling it up roughly, snapping your head back as he continues to piston into you.

"come on, princess, be a good girl and cum," heeseung encourages, fingers rubbing faster against your clit. a flash of white appears behind your eyelids and before you know it, your whole body is thrown into euphoria, your walls clenching around heeseung. heeseung hisses at the feeling, his movements coming to a halt as he spills his cum inside you.

heeseung softly thrusts into you a few more times before pulling out, biting his lip as he watches his cum drip out.

you straighten up, stumbling a little bit, but heeseung steadies you, chuckling at your current state. you roll your eyes at him, but you smile, feeling elated from the orgasm you just had.

"it's almost time for my class," you mutter absentmindedly, gathering your clothes before pulling them back on.

"you think anyone's outside in the studio?" heeseung asks, jerking his head towards the door. your heart sinks at the thought of your students seeing the two of you walk out of the bathroom together.

"shit!" you say in a panic. heeseung brings a hand up to his mouth as he laughs.

you let out a frustrated huff, fingers working at your loose strands of hair.

"you know what, fuck it. it's none of their business anyway," you conclude, checking yourself one last time in the mirror.

heeseung comes up from behind you and wraps both arms around your torso, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

"that's my princess."

LISTEN I LOVE VMON OKAY

enhypen's hyung line reacting to you licking a popsicle in a *dirty* way

requested by @evelyndm, hope you enjoy!

a/n: another request has come in! it actually took me some time because i was busy with other errands, but thank you for requesting! i really enjoyed writing this as someone who always swerves lanes between the whole hyung line. here's what i made for you, @evelyndm!

pairing: best friend!enhypen hyung line x female reader (let's assume that the reader and the members have a crush on each other lol but they won't confess)

genre: suggestive (SKIP IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.), fluff if you squint, eventual (but minimal) smut

warnings: below the "keep reading" mark is just ✨ pure filth ✨

heeseung

he bought your favorite flavor of popsicle (ofc mans bought one for himself too)

and you were so eager to eat it with him

he then sees you licking the popsicle from bottom to top, painfully slow

you caught him staring at you as you proceeded with your "normal" antics

"w-what are you doing, y/n"

"eating, duh."

your next actions catch him off guard

he was about to lose it when you took the whole thing in your mouth, lips enveloping the sweet block of ice

HE WAS SWEATING DESPITE OF THE COOL TREAT IN HIS MOUTH

mans then pulls the popsicle out of your mouth, making you release it with a popping sound

"do you plan on giving me a hard-on in front of the boys, huh?"

jay

?!?!?!

^ this sums up his reaction as he sees you, tongue out and circling the tip of the popsicle with it

knowing that he had a long-time crush on you, he lowkey wished it was his d—

"earth to park jongseong."

you knew what his thoughts were but you pretended you didn't

you wanted to see your usually bruh best friend being flustered

so you suck the popsicle some more while giving him an intense stare

after a few minutes of deliberation (a.k.a thinking of ways to hide his hard-on)

he then literally drags you somewhere more *private*

jake

he didn't mind you and your strange way of eating the popsicle because he knew you as, well, the weird friend

but eventually he did notice something strange

melted popsicle was practically dripping down your chest

he wanted to lick it so bad "naur, she's my best friend"

you notice his uneasiness and decide to lean closer to his arm (jake pull up bar)

he's had enough

he suddenly pulls your back towards his chest

you swear you felt something poking your back just now

"why do you plan on stopping when i'm already enjoying it?"

sunghoon

messy eating just doesn't sit right with this boy

but today was an exception

how could he resist someone who ate popsicle like she was giving head? (mans is a head lover btw)

he tried to act uncomfortable around you, he did

but eventually the acting had to stop

and so did your actions

he does the most unexpected thing possible which is snatching the melting popsicle from your mouth

and took a bite from it while eyeing your glistening lips

he wanted to kiss that sweetness off of you so bad

"looks like someone wants to stop being clean today.

© 2021 all rights reserved | criceofpain on tumblr.

ddlg y/n and taehyung where taehyung gets jealous of y/n spending time with her guy friends 🥺👉👈 also i hope you’re doing well bb - 🦢

I GOT CARRIED AWAY.

warnings: humiliation, degrading, spanking, choking, gagging w/ fingers, scary dom taehyung, CONSENTED PUNISHING, please don't read if uncomfortable!

"didn't I tell you to be home at 4, hm?" taehyung says, tightly gripping your wrist as he drags you along the corridors of the apartment. you kept quiet, scared of what he's about to do to you. he unlocks the door to your shared room, pressing the lock behind him.

"tae... I'm sorry," you mumbled, looking down at the floor in shame.

"no." he strictly retorts.

that one word made your heart drop to the floor, eyes shooting up at him in confusion. "n-no?" you reply meekly.

suddenly, your couldn't seem to breathe because your boyfriend steps up to you, his tall figure towering over you. you instantly felt intimidated, his fingers grabbing your chin and forcing you to look directly at his blazing eyes.

"you disobeyed me, baby girl. you know what that means, hm?"

his dark and sultry voice made your knees weak, stomach churning yet you were frightened. taehyung always has this domineering and bold aura, that even you — his girlfriend — are sometimes afraid of.

you gulp, "I d-disobeyed you."

he grabs your waist with one hand and pushes your body closer to him, "who?" he whispers.

"y-you, daddy."

he smirks down at you, shaking his head in dismay while he tuts. "tsk, tsk, tsk."

this small action can be seen as something insignificant for other people, but for you it caused your heart to clench tightly, feeling that you really fucked up this time.

"I'm—"

"bend over the fucking table."

you mewl, pouting at him before doing as you were told. you shriek when he suddenly tugs on your hair, yanking your head up. you place your palms on the glass, whimpering when you feel him lean forwards, his front pressing against your back. taehyung growls darkly, asserting his dominance. "you're mad at me? huh?"

he tugs harder on your hair alongside spanking your ass. you shake your head, not having the courage to speak and trust your voice.

"ohh, okay," he chuckles deeply, "you don't wanna speak now. I get it, I get it."

taehyung suddenly wraps his big hand around your throat, making your body shiver. he knows how much you liked being choked, easily submitting to him whenever he does so. taehyung's nerves fire up when he feels your body tremble below him. he careless starts to rub his cock against your ass, making you moan from the slightest friction.

he tightens the grip on your throat, "you really wanna be punished huh? is it because you haven't had me to dom you for a minute, is that it baby girl?"

"a-aaah," you moan, your pussy fluttering around nothing, "n-no, daddy."

spank.

"then why the fuck did you ignored my order? for what I recall — y/n — you spent a whole day with your guy friends which I fucking disapproved in the first place."

you whimper when he decided to use your first name. embarrassed, your face reddens.

spank.

"and I only said yes because you begged like a pathetic little girl with those big puppy eyes. and you dare to come home later than what I asked you to? you've spent more time with them than me, your boyfriend."

spank.

"daddy—!"

"shut up. i think you deserve a hard fucking punishment right now."

your legs trembled, body slightly jolting back and forth from the way he was roughly grinding his hips. you bite your lip, trying your best to suppress your moans.

"tell me," he drops his head down to your ear, biting the shell roughly, causing you to squirm. he releases the grip he has on your throat and instead, forces three digits inside your mouth.

your eyes roll backwards, throat gagging from the sudden intrusion of his long fingers. he smirks, lifting his eyebrows up as he watches your reactions sharply. "tell me baby, do you like spending more time with them than me?"

you whined, making him press his body tighter on you.

"no," you replied, feeling your saliva dripping down your chin. your eyes starts to slowly tear up.

"oh really?" spank. "because if you did, you'd never ask to hang out with them in the first place." your pussy was so wet already, definitely soaking your panties. the stinging sensations hurts like a bitch, but it felt good in some sick, twisted way.

his cruel words were making your stomach turn, humiliating and degrading you as he speaks.

"be a good girl and take your fucking punishment, okay?"

"yes, yes daddy... I w-will..."

"hm. remember your safe word. I'm not gonna go easy on you."

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