PLEADE CAN SOME RECOMMEND A LONG ASS SUNGHOON/JUNGWON/HEESEUNG FIC

PLEADE CAN SOME RECOMMEND A LONG ASS SUNGHOON/JUNGWON/HEESEUNG FIC😭😭😭

I'm a Virgin, Not a Murderer | CH.3: Ride or Dye

virgin!heeseung x sex worker!reader warnings: smut (mdni), oral (f.rec), inexperienced heeseung but he is surprisingly good, mentions of struggle with family/trauma, haunted house, there isn't many warnings on this one, it's quite cute...until the end, if i missed any lmk! wc: 16k ch.3 synopsis: the police are hot on your tail and with the news plastering your face on the news, you and heeseung set off up north. however, when you see an old amusement park and change your plans. maybe not your best idea... a/n: hi! if you are reading this just know i love you more than anyone else. i am releasing a day early bc i have some things i want to release later on on the week! this is definitely one of my favourite chapters i have ever written and it's full of fluff and character building so i hope you enjoy it and don't find it boring! thank you for the love on this series and i'll see you back here for the finale <3 reblogs, likes, comments, feedback are all welcome!

chapter 2 | masterlist | finale

“Just do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Wait, wait, wait…will it hurt?”

“It’s hair, Heeseung, of course it won’t.”

You roll your eyes at his ridiculous question. Heeseung has clearly had his hair trimmed at various stages of his life, so why on earth does he think this time will be different? Perhaps it’s the fact that you are the one holding the scissors.

Ever since you both discovered that the police are hot on your trail, broadcasting unflattering pictures of you across UK news channels, it has been difficult to keep a low profile. You have tried to stay on the outskirts of the country, weaving through little towns where you hope the residents are too busy tending to their farms or stores to stay inside and watch the news.

So far, your strategy has worked, but too many close calls has instilled fear in both of you. Once, Heeseung wanted to order milkshakes from a small cafe in the Cotswolds and completely missed the massive red flag that your wanted pictures were plastered on the pages of the paper the waitress was reading. Another time, you insisted on staying inside a barn in the middle of Wiltshire, only to be chased out by a rightfully angry farmer brandishing a pitchfork, threatening to call the police.

Hence, here you are in Ayrshire, in a shady hotel that only takes cash, dying and cutting each other's hair. You settled for a jet black and bangs combo, which perfectly masked enough of your face that even you have trouble recognising yourself. Heeseung, on the other hand, insisted on pure white hair, claiming that hiding in plain sight is better than being inconspicuous with a natural shade of chestnut or blonde.

The only problem was that he fought with you for a good three hours, denying the fact that he needed a haircut and insisting that the hair colour transformation was enough. But when he looked into the mirror with his wet mop, he conceded the argument, realising that he looked more like the picture in the paper than ever before.

So here you are with a piece of his long hair sitting stiffly between your fingers as you prepare to make the first cut. Heeseung is staring at himself in the dirty mirror of the room that looks as though it has never seen a spray of glass cleaner in its life and mourns his luscious locks.

As you slice the scissors through his hair, he feels as though it’s his heart that is being snipped apart. The sound of the kitchen scissors rings alarms in his ears and he pouts, shutting his eyes as though you’re torturing him.

“Stop being a baby or I’ll shave it all off,” you warn, your tone resembling that of a mother who has told her child off for the last time and is threatening to send them to bed without dinner.

Heeseung slowly opens his eyes, a glaze of worry and remorse swimming over them. “Sorry, it’s just that I’ve been growing my hair out for a while and I really don’t want another bowl cut.” You can see the memories of the horrendous haircuts flash in his eyes, the taunts from his schoolmates as he walked into school multiple times with a cut that was genuinely as awful as it sounded. His mum used to put a Pyrex bowl on his head and cut around it, refusing to pay the barbers when she was ‘perfectly capable of doing it herself.’

You try to picture what he would look like with a lopsided bowl cut and snort, covering your mouth with the back of your hand, momentarily disregarding safety as the scissors sit loosely in your grip. The snicker doesn’t go down well with your client, and you quickly resort to instilling some ease into him, stroking the back of his head gently.

“Trust me, I’ve been cutting my own hair since I was a teen. I know what I’m doing,” you assure him, despite only one of those statements being true, and it was not the latter.

His eyes shift in the mirror to meet yours, a soft look in them. “Your mum never cut it for you?” he asks carefully, not knowing the full extent of your family or your history with them.

“My mum… she isn’t here anymore, she hasn’t been for a long time,” you admit honestly, deciding to use this opportunity of his distraction to cut more of his hair. The length falls just to the top of his neck, and considering Heeseung has a lot of hair, this is already a massive change.

Heeseung’s expression softens further, his eyes filled with sympathy and understanding. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, his voice sincere.

Shaking your head, you offer him a small smile. “Don’t be, I didn’t really know her since she passed away when I was little.” There are few memories you share with your mum, her presence almost lost in the fog of other moments from your childhood. You think maybe most of them are subconsciously discarded from your mind in the hopes that you miss her less.

However, if you remember one thing about her, it’s the afterschool trips to Woolworths when she would swing you up high over her shoulders and sing ‘Isn’t She Lovely’ by Stevie Wonder, making you feel as though you were a piercing arrow, soaring freely through the crisp summer sky. The memory brings a soft warmth to your chest, a fleeting connection to a time when life was simpler and filled with innocent joy. Maybe that’s why you keep the memory locked in your mind.

Heeseung sits for a minute, imagining what the world would be like without his own mum. She has been the backbone of everything he has ever done, and not having her there just seems unfathomable. He wouldn’t be as kind or generous, that’s for sure - his mum is a beacon of light to those she knows. During the time he has been on the run, he has often wondered what his parents have thought about the articles and radio snippets. But if he knows them well enough, which he does, he knows they’re fighting his corner somehow. This thought gives him a little bit of comfort throughout all of this turmoil.

But do you have anyone at ringside?

“What about your dad?” he pipes up, staring at the scissors in your hand rather than meeting your eyes, as if to make you feel more comfortable with his questions. He wants to subtly express that his queries are out of genuine curiosity and not an interrogation.

You pause for a moment, collecting your thoughts and decide how much you’re ready to tell Heeseung. Then it hits you - you feel so safe with Heeseung that you don’t wish to keep anything from him. The bond you both share is solid enough that divulging your family history and pain seems like the easiest thing in the world.

“My dad…” you begin, your voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and nostalgia. “He did his best after Mum died. But he wasn’t really equipped to handle raising two children on his own. He worked a lot, and when he was home, he was...distant. I think losing Mum broke something in him that he never managed to fix.”

You snip a bit more of Heeseung’s hair, your hands working almost automatically as your mind drifts through the past. “He tried his best but me and my big brother didn’t make it easy for him. My brother is a good person but he just got his soul a little lost, gave his heart to the wrong people and it caused so much fighting in the house that he eventually moved out when he was 16. He didn’t even bother to see me or write me a letter, he just, vanished.”

You have always wondered what happened to your brother, if he found his feet in the big bad world or if it swallowed him whole. There was one time you thought you saw him in Newcastle just by the train station when you were 13 on a school trip but the person was drunk and falling all over the place and you looked away before you could confirm; living in ignorance is easier than imagining your own family struggling.

“Then my dad just…stopped caring. He lost his job and stopped paying the bills,” you wince as you recall how hopeless your father had become. “I tried to help him but there was only so much a little girl can do before she also gives up hope.”

Heeseung knew you were strong, there wasn’t even a millimetre of his mind that thought otherwise, yet, hearing your past somehow brings him a whole new level of respect for you. Essentially, you were on your own your whole teenage years, the most formative and important time of your life and instead of being supported, you were supporting, looking after a man who couldn’t handle the cards that life dealt him.

“Your dad must be worried about you now, though,” Heeseung suggests, trying to find a silver lining amidst the dark clouds hanging over your conversation. But you shake your head, a sad and almost angry expression painting your face as you move to cut the layers into his shaggy hair.

“He cut ties with me once he found out what I was doing,” you scoff, though beneath the scorn, there is a breath of hurt. “He told every family member and friend we had and made sure they shut their doors in my face. He said I was a disgrace and that Mum would be ashamed of me, so I doubt he really gives a fuck.”

The bitterness in your words sends a shiver along Heeseung’s arms. It’s unfathomable to him how a father could turn his back on his daughter when she needed him more than ever. He knows no one turns to selling their body without hitting desperate times. His heart aches for you, and he finds himself wishing he could have been there to shield you from that pain.

It does beg the question that Heeseung has been wishing to ask you for so long. With you being so open and honest with him, this might be the best time to ask—you don’t know if you’ll ever get the chance again to settle his query.

“Why did you start…doing all of this?” he asks gently, his voice filled with genuine curiosity and concern, afraid his question might be imposing.

You pause, taking a deep breath, the scissors momentarily forgotten in your hand. “Money,” you begin to explain, the obvious answer sitting both of you in the face. “Me and Dad needed to make rent, so when I was just turning eighteen, I took any job I could. And let me tell you, there isn’t much out there for a girl with only a high school education.”

Struggling to find a job was something Heeseung had also encountered. However, he was lucky his dad ran a mechanic shop and would give him shifts when he desperately needed the cash between student loan payouts.

“I found this shitty pub near Camden that paid pennies, but it was a job, right? It did us good for the time, and then one day, I was complaining about money - I can’t remember why - and this punter comes up to me and says he knows a guy looking for a girl like me.”

The memory washes over you like a tidal wave, and you can almost smell the stale beer and hear the raucous laughter from the pub. The man was dressed in a suit and tie, clearly just off a busy 9-to-5 shift when he overheard your conversation with one of the other girls behind the bar. He snapped his fingers and called you over, telling you there was an opportunity you couldn’t refuse and promising to triple what you made bartending. What desperate person is going to turn that away?

“It was amazing money, enough to pay rent and the other bills - a little brothel with girls in need of cash like me. The girls were great; we all got along well, probably because we hated the guy who ran the place. I tell you, nothing brings people together more than a common enemy.”

“What did he do?” Heeseung asks gently, his voice a soothing balm to the raw wound you’re exposing.

“He stole our tips and took a cut for ‘room hire,’ which, by the way, was like half of the money,” you bitterly laugh, the sound hollow and filled with frustration. Thinking of all the money that prick owes you and your girls stirs a cauldron of anger inside you.

Heeseung twists his head to look at you, gobsmacked at the idea you were putting your body through god knows what, all to reap no real reward at the end of it. “That’s not fair. He can’t do that.”

“Well, he did. That’s why I left,” you state matter-of-factly, your voice a mixture of defiance and resignation.

The conversation leaves a heavy silence in the room. The snipping of the scissors is the only sound, but the air between you is charged with shared pain and understanding. Heeseung reaches out, his hand trembling slightly and places it over yours, stopping your movements for a moment.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, Y/N,” Heeseung says softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of how deeply you’ve been hurt. He hopes the twinkle of respect and adoration he holds for you shines through. “You deserve to have a good life.”

Taking a deep breath, you feel the weight of your past lift slightly with his words. The encouragement and belief Heeseung has in you, even in these dire circumstances, is all you have ever wanted from someone. If one person could back you up and be there for you, you know you can make it through anything. That’s probably why you’re feeling hopeful throughout this chase.

“You better give me the best life possible then, Lee Heeseung, because I think you’re going to be tagging along for a long time,” you jab, injecting some lightheartedness into the deep conversation. It’s a nice way to punctuate your past, finally letting it all out in the open and getting it off your shoulders.

Heeseung blushes, the scarlet tone washing over his nose and cheeks with shyness. Even the prospect of tomorrow with you makes his heart race, never mind forever.

Almost finished cutting his hair with only the front left to do, you circle around and begin to trim the long bangs. Since he is sitting down on the burst maroon leather seat, you can’t properly see if you’re cutting it evenly or not. If you were in any way a professional, this would be a breeze, but for some reason, you keep cutting one side shorter than the other.

Taking initiative, you move your legs and straddle Heeseung, parking yourself on his thighs to bring you face-to-face with him. It’s the easiest solution to your problem; he’s too tall to stand up because you’ll be reaching, and he’s down too low in the chair. Secretly, it's also because baring your past and being vulnerable has made you a little clingy.

Heeseung’s breath catches in his throat as you settle onto his lap. The proximity makes his heart pound, and he can feel the heat radiating from your body. You focus on your task, carefully trimming the bangs, but you’re acutely aware of how close you are to him. The intimacy of the moment is palpable, charged with unspoken emotions and the lingering tension between you. 

None of you have spoken about the strip club or what unfolded there and considering it’s been practically a week! you think someone would have said something. Instead of communicating about it, you both have lingering stares and steal subtle touches, rather than addressing the feelings you both felt.

Sure, it was lust driven but that’s a feeling that has been sitting at the surface of your chests, bubbling into something maybe just a little bit more.

Clenching his fists and releasing them, Heeseung is physically restraining himself from placing his hands on your hips, his mind screaming that he doesn’t deserve to lay his hands so casually on art as priceless and ethereal as you. Even when you’re in bed and snuggle up to him as you sleep peacefully, he takes a minute to convince himself that it’s okay to hug you into his chest, never feeling like it’s his right to.

It’s how he’s always felt about women, yet with you, it runs deeper than he’s ever experienced. The level of adoration and respect he has for you makes him want to treat you in a way no man has ever done before. You must be so exhausted with men constantly on you that he wants to show you he isn’t going to be like those men, not now, not ever.

Sensing his tensing frame underneath you, you withdraw the scissors from his hair and look at him with concern, afraid you’ve made him uncomfortable. However, as you see his flushed face and trembling eyes, you recognise the same shy boy you met two weeks ago.

“I thought we moved past being nervous with me?” you ask, feigning disapproval to lighten the mood.

Sighing loudly, Heeseung wipes his damp palms on his chest, trying to find a place for them that isn’t your body. “You forget that I’m still a virgin and you’re the prettiest girl on the planet; any man would be nervous in this situation.” His sincerity causes your heart to stop for a moment, the blood that would normally circulate now creeping up to your cheeks, leaving you both blushing messes.

You don’t think you’ll ever get over his compliments or how effortlessly they roll off his tongue. Deep inside, there is a space in your heart reserved for Heeseung, and you don’t know how he got there, but you’re not going to evict him any time soon.

Having him in your heart means you feel more towards him, and that includes emotions of guilt. You’ve never offered to sleep with him, and yes, you know he never expects you to, but part of you wants to. It’s not out of obligation but genuine desire.

However, there is a gnawing anxiety that if you do sleep with him, it will cause the universe to end this wild ride you’re on. You fear you’ll lose him after he pops his cherry, that the only reason he was fated to meet you was for that specific reason. What if, in some cruel joke, the stars drag him away from you? You can’t do any of this without him. He has become your pillar, and as soon as he is taken away, you’ll crumble.

With all these thoughts swirling in your mind, you can only give him a simple hum in acknowledgement, scared that if you open your mouth, you’ll say something silly and scare him. So you continue with your ministrations, cutting his fringe in such a way that it masks his face without completely covering those enchanting, dark eyes of his, the ones that pull you in without needing a second glance.

The room is charged with a subtle tension, but above all else, it’s clouded with serenity. You and Heeseung can sit in the silence of one another and enjoy it. Sharing tiny moments like this almost feels domestic. A large part of you wonders if this is what it feels like to be in a real relationship.

For years, you have longed to be held and loved for more than just your body. In no way do you regret the path you’ve chosen, not even after all of this, but you do wish you could have had the chance to experience just one loving relationship. To hold hands with someone just because you want to be close to them, hugging them in the home you share because your hearts are like two magnets that tremble for one another, and kissing them so tenderly on random Wednesday afternoons as you sit in Hyde Park, reminiscing about how you first met and how nothing in the world matters but the fire between you.

That is all you have ever wanted.

With a longing sigh, you snip the last piece of long hair from Heeseung’s head, inspecting your work for any room for improvement before you’re satisfied, then, you reach for the shitty portable mini hairdryer provided by the motel.

“Alright, let’s dry this off,” you say softly, turning on the hairdryer. The warm air hums gently as you work, ruffling Heeseung’s hair and smoothing it into place. He watches you through the mirror, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, something unspoken but understood.

Heeseung likes to be looked after as much as he likes to make sure those he cherishes are also safeguarded. He knows that is the relationship you both have, one with give and take, although you more so give because that’s all you have ever known. Yet, as he looks at you now, he wants to change that. He wants to give back to you in ways no one ever has.

The room is heavy with unspoken promises and newfound understanding. You and Heeseung are intertwined in ways neither of you can fully comprehend, yet it feels right, like two lost souls finally finding a home in each other.

As you blow dry the last section, you run your fingers through it, hoping to style it a little but it’s proving difficult with the lack of products and how strangely soft Heeseung’s hair is; you wouldn’t think it went through two rounds of peroxide with lemon juice and a Crystal White hair dye. The pieces fall beautifully to the side of his face, the curtain bang vision you had in your head now coming to life before your eyes.

Finishing up, you switch off the hairdryer and place it back where it belongs before giving Heeseung's locks one final fix. You've never found men with white hair attractive, considering most of your old clients had the colour all over their bodies, but Heeseung looks like an angel straight out of the gates. The stark white hair contrasts beautifully with his darker brows and toned skin, complimenting him in a way that feels almost ethereal.

"All done," you announce, a proud smile spreading across your face as you admire your handiwork. You move off him, and both of you feel a sudden, stinging cold with the separation, your body almost instantly longing to be close to him once again.

He stands up and walks to the mirror to get a closer look. He crouches down, analysing his new reflection. He looks incredibly different, the long, flat, shabby hair he was once so proud of now a distant memory. The pure white threads of almost silk on his head transform his appearance completely. It's amazing what you managed to do with so few resources.

"Y/N, this is...really good," he says, his smile widening as he checks himself out, genuinely impressed. For the first time in a long while, he admires his own reflection. Despite the tired circles under his eyes, they remain wide and vibrant, possibly because he has had the opportunity to spend all morning with you, doing normal, young adult things.

No running, no fear, just the two of you together.

Cocking an eyebrow, you cross your arms in mock offence. "Are you surprised?" you ask, trying to mimic a serious tone despite the small smile on your face, a chuckle bubbling at the surface as you watch his eyes light up and his fingers carefully fix his sideburns.

After about a minute of self-ogling, Heeseung twists around to face you, grimacing as he sucks in his breath and tenses his neck in a fake display of apology. "Is it rude to say yes?"

Tutting, you reach over and punch his arm with more force than you intended, expressing your mock annoyance at his insinuation, even though you know he doesn't truly mean it.

"Ow!" he yelps, instinctively going to hold the now aching muscle of his arm. Pouting, he rubs it roughly to dispel the pain, massaging the nerves that are jittering inside. "You've got some punch on you."

"Yeah, well, I'll use it again if you ever doubt me," you threaten, your voice wavering with a slight giggle. He really is so fragile; you wonder how he's managed to survive living 22 years in this world.

Turning your attention to the mess behind you, you take the scissors and put them back in their case, cleaning up the hair around you. You brush his dead ends lazily with your foot; not the most conventional way to tidy up, but you aren't exactly equipped with a portable brush and shovel. 

Heeseung packs the clothes into the bags you got for 50p out of a charity shop, stealing glances at you as he works. Over the weeks you’ve spent together, he’s come to admire how you never complain, no matter the task. Even now, as you brush up his hair, you don’t grumble when it sticks to your socks. Instead, you wipe it away with ease.

Of course, the task isn’t arduous, but it’s a small example of your resilience. When he asked you to dye his hair and cut it, or even when you were at the strip club, you never once expressed annoyance. You simply got on with what needed to be done.

He finds it admirable, this quiet toughness you possess. It’s a strength he wishes he had inside him. Throughout this journey, he’s often complained about how hungry he is, or how hard it is to sleep on cold floors. And every time, you’ve reassured him, telling him it’ll be okay, giving him something to look towards, even though you were feeling the same way.

Heeseung can’t help but feel a pang of guilt. You’ve done so much for him and he’s been too wrapped up in his own discomfort to fully appreciate it. He wants to tell you how much he admires you, and how much your strength means to him, but the words stick in his throat. Instead, he swallows hard and focuses on the task at hand, determined to help in any way he can.

When you finally finish cleaning up, you look up and catch his eye. Heeseung gives you a small, grateful smile, and for a moment, the weight of the world seems to lift. In that brief exchange, so much is conveyed without words. He wants to be better, to be stronger for you, just as you’ve been for him.

“Thank you,” he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. It’s not just for the haircut, but for everything - for being his rock, his comfort, his guide through the darkness.

You smile back at him, a warmth spreading through your chest. “Anytime,” you reply, and you mean it. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him, nothing you wouldn’t face together. “Now, do you have your stuff? We need to leave for the bus soon,” you swiftly change the subject.

Heeseung scrunches his features before he quickly releases them, understanding what you mean. Rummaging through the bag in front of him, he quickly retrieves a baseball cap which he puts on carefully to avoid ruining your work, and places a pair of silver-rimmed, oval glasses on his face. “All ready!” He turns to you, the palm of his hand under his chin as he showcases the excellent disguise that he has conjured up. 

Taking in his new appearance, you realise two things: one, you finally understand why people find it difficult to identify Superman as Clark Kent, glasses doing more for disguises than any mask could; he was right about hiding in plain sight, but you’ll never admit it. And two, he looks fucking beautiful.

The hat that makes his ears poke out just a little bit more than usual, the glasses that somehow cover yet accentuate his eyes, paired with the oversized AC/DC t-shirt, baggy Denim Co. jeans, and the trainers he has been wearing this entire time, he looks like something straight out of the ‘your next crush’ section in POP! Magazine. 

Biting your lip subconsciously, your eyes trail his body, your pupils shaking in need. Maybe you have enough time to push him onto the bed and jump-

“You good?” Heeseung asks, a half frown working on his face. 

Shaking your head from the lewd thoughts, you smile, taking your bag from the place on the bed beside him. “Let’s go.”

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Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, Heeseung’s eyes dart around the crowded bus with palpable trepidation, fearing someone might recognise you both. It's his first time using his alias, "Evan," and despite your reassurances that his new appearance is enough to deter recognition, he's planned an elaborate backstory complete with trivia about his fabricated life, including bonus rounds. He doesn’t know when someone might ask him in which primary school his fake grandmother attended, but he has the answer locked and loaded.

His hand is gripping yours tightly, the sweat from his nerves now creating a tiny swimming pool in your connected palms. He doesn’t mean to get clammy but the idea of coming so far and having it foiled on a National Express bus on the outskirts of Ayr is putting him on edge.

You don’t seem to notice his sweaty hands or the elderly woman watching you from across the aisle. Instead, your attention is captivated by the breathtaking Scottish countryside passing by outside the window. The rolling hills of Ayr are adorned with lush greenery, dotted with clusters of ancient trees that sway gently in the breeze.

The bus winds through narrow roads flanked by dry stone walls and vibrant patches of wildflowers. Highland cows, with their shaggy coats and long, curved horns, graze lazily in the pastures. Oh, to be a cow in another life, munching grass all day long without a care in the world. The notion amuses you, and you imagine that maybe, if you're reincarnated, you can come back as one of these peaceful creatures.

The scenery outside is so tranquil that you easily lose yourself in the views. The mountains, the serene lochs, and the quaint cottages all work together to quiet your mind, offering a brief respite from the constant anxiety that has followed you for weeks. For a moment, everything feels right.

However, as soon as something unusual catches your eye, your brain shifts back into gear, thoughts twirling with curiosity. You sit up straight, eyes narrowing to focus. Amidst the idyllic landscape, something stands out - a stark contrast to the beauty surrounding it.

An old, rusty, clearly abandoned theme park appears on the horizon. The sign, once vibrant with its yellow and red paint, now faded and peeling, spells out the name ‘Joyland.’ But there is nothing joyous about the place. The park has clearly been deserted for at least 15 years, left to the mercy of time and nature.

Theme parks are something younger you could only dream of, your dad insisting that it was too far away and too expensive. You understand him a little better now that you’re older, however, that doesn’t quench the little girl inside you and her thirst for the excitement of a Maze of Mirrors or Waltzers.

With a twinkle in your eye and a quickening of your heartbeat, you push Heeseung to stand up in the aisle. He protests slightly, letting out a surprised 'whoa' and a grunt, but you ignore him, clasping his hand tightly in yours. Fighting against the slippery sweat that threatens to break your grip, you drag him towards the front of the bus.

Heeseung's heart plummets, his anxiety boiling over as people start to notice your sudden movement. He tries to reason with you, urging you to return to your seats and abandon whatever impulsive idea has sparked this rush. 

But his pleas fall on deaf ears. By the time his voice filters through to you, you're already tapping the bus driver's shoulder with feigned panic. “Sir, can you pull over, please?” you ask, your voice sweet yet tinged with urgency.

“No can do, Hen. The bus doesn’t stop until we get to Troon,” he explains calmly, giving you a glance through the rearview mirror.

“Please, my boyfriend is going to be sick, and I don’t want to disrupt anyone’s journey,” you plead. The excuse is thin, but if there’s one thing a bus driver hates more than being late, it’s dealing with a sick passenger.

The driver’s eyes widen and he flusters slightly. “Well, there are bags under the seat. Take one of them.”

“It’s not going to be enough. He’s had a drink or two, and you know what that’s like,” you say, your lips forming into a pout as you try anything to get the bus to stop. The longer you stand begging, the further the theme park recedes into the distance.

You elbow Heeseung roughly. The unexpected blow makes him hunch over, breath catching in his throat and eyes bulging slightly. It's the perfect reaction to convince the driver, who nods quickly, his concern outweighing his schedule. “Yes, alright, but only for a minute,” he concedes, flicking the indicator to pull to the left-hand side.

Mentally, you praise Heeseung for his overdramatic reactions to pain. His theatrical flair, usually a source of amusement when he overreacts to a bump or a stepped-on foot, has come in handy. No one can ever say that being dramatic gets you nowhere.

As the bus pulled to a stop, a surge of triumph coursed through you. The driver swung open the creaky door, and you stepped off, immediately feeling the brisk Scottish air kiss your face. Heeseung stumbled behind you, trying to navigate the steep steps of the bus as you tugged him along.

“Are you mad?” Heeseung whispered, his grip tightening on your hand, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. He glanced around, searching for any sign of reason in your decision to abandon the bus for an impromptu adventure through the countryside.

“Maybe,” you replied with a grin, the thrill of spontaneity evident in your voice. Glancing over Heeseung’s shoulder to the bus driver, you flashed a polite smile. “You go ahead, we’ll walk. He could use the fresh air,” you shouted, waving off any objections.

Before the driver could protest, you were already sprinting back in the direction the bus had come from, dragging the bewildered Heeseung behind you. He stumbled at first but quickly matched your pace, his curiosity piqued despite his confusion. The bus pulled away, leaving you both standing at the roadside, free from the constraints of scheduled travel.

“Y/N, where are we going?” Heeseung gasped, breathless from the unexpected burst of activity.

“Just come on, we’re almost there!” you called back over your shoulder, excitement shining in your eyes and a wide grin spreading across your face.

Heeseung caught a glimpse of your infectious enthusiasm and decided to trust in your lead, letting go of his worries and focusing instead on keeping up with you.

As you approached the entrance to Joyland, you slowed your pace, causing Heeseung to nearly collide with your back. He stops himself, grasping your arm to steady both of you. The gates before you are weathered and rusted, the once vibrant red paint now faded and peeling. Vines snaked through the gaps in the iron bars, reclaiming the space that had been abandoned to time.

Heeseung looks up and tilts his head, “Y/N what are we doing here?”

Wistfully, you let go of his hand and walk towards the gates, assessing just how easy it would be to get into the park. Luckily, it is held together with a flimsy lock that could easily be broken with a rock and some force. 

Looking around and ignoring Heeseung’s answer for now, you search for something hard enough to break the padlock with, the ground around you is scattered with lots of handy things; Buckfast bottles, old shoes which you don’t even dare ask how they ended up here, scared of the answer it might bring, and then the golden ticket; a brick that had fallen from the wall that surrounded the park.

Grabbing it, you almost skip back to the entrance, happy that in just one swing, you’ll be accomplishing a dream of yours, even if you can’t complete it in its entirety. You lift your arm up, grasping tight on the ash-red brick before hammering it down. The first time doesn’t work, only rattling the metal against the steel, so persistent as ever, you try again and again until finally, the contraption falls to the ground with a tiny thud. 

Heeseung watches you from afar, shoulders tense from the sound of the breaking lock and your grunts. You must really want in there and he will be damned if he tries to stop you. He wants to pose the question again, wondering what could be so exciting about a shitty theme park that hasn’t seen any joy despite its name in a decade, but you answer it for him.

“I’ve never been to one of these before,” you speak in a hushed tone, scared to disrupt the silence that carries through the wind.

“It’s shut down, Y/N,” Heeseung states the obvious, now standing behind you.

Craning your neck, you look up at him and smile. “Just means there are no queues.”

Pushing open the creaking gate and finally stepping inside, the sound echoes through the stillness of the park. The path ahead is overgrown with wildflowers and weeds, the cracked pavement obscured by nature's reclamation. An old carousel stands in the distance, its paint long gone and its horses frozen in time, a melancholy reminder of days gone by.

The entrance to Joyland is eerily inviting, with pretty moss creeping up the dilapidated ticket booth and the once-bright sign now dulled by years of neglect. The Ferris wheel, its gondolas now chipped and weathered, stands motionless against the backdrop of a clear sky. The roller coaster tracks, twisted and overgrown with weeds, snake their way through the park, hinting at the thrills they once offered.

“Look at this place,” you whisper, awe and curiosity mixing in your voice. “It’s like stepping into a forgotten world.”

Heeseung nods, his eyes scanning the beautifully tragic surroundings. “Yeah, it’s kinda sad to see it like this. It would have been nice for you to see it in its glory,” he says softly.

Having visited countless theme parks in his lifetime, Heeseung can vividly imagine what Joyland used to be like: vibrant with colour, the laughter of children echoing as they dashed away from their parents to ride attractions they were barely tall enough for, and the mingling scents of carnival foods creating a unique aroma of nostalgia.

You both wander through the deserted park, taking in the sights, walking side by side in a peaceful silence. However, Heeseung can’t shake off the feeling of being watched, perhaps because the openness of the area leaves nowhere to hide. There are rides and booths, but someone could easily spot you both if they looked hard enough.

“It’s too exposed here, Y/N. Let’s just go,” he warns, his eyes darting to a moving shadow he’s convinced is real and not just a figment of his imagination. The happiness of imagined memories quickly washes away as he sees what the park really is: a derelict site filled with discarded needles and abandoned rides.

You notice his unease, the way his eyes shift nervously, and know he’s seconds away from dragging you back to the bus. But if this is your only chance to experience a theme park, you’re willing to use every bit of charm you have.

Fluttering your eyelashes and jutting out your lip, you gaze up at him with a pleading expression. “Hee, please,” you begin, taking his hand and swinging it gently. “Just for five minutes?” You cringe inwardly at your own performance but are willing to act the part for the chance to stay - it’ll be worth the bruise in your pride.

Heeseung’s fear is chipped away at your pleas. It’s so ridiculous how easy men are to trick in this day and age, particularly a virgin who is in hook, line, and sinker for you.

“Alright, five minutes,” he finally concedes, sighing deeply. You beam up at him, gratitude and excitement flooding your heart. 

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, you place a kiss on his cheek, eliciting a pink blush to form on his him. Unlike the other times he’s gone flushed in the face, this isn’t of embarrassment but rather contentment and glee.

“There’s a haunted house over there, let's go!” you exclaim, pointing to the weathered, foreboding structure looming in the distance.

Maybe this is Joyland after all.

Maybe he was too quick with his thoughts.

Heeseung swallows hard, trying to mask his apprehension with a weak smile. "Sure," he replies, his voice wavering slightly. He squeezes your hand for reassurance, more for his sake than yours, as you both make your way towards the haunted house.

The building looks like it’s been pulled straight out of a horror film. The once grand entrance is now covered in ivy and the wooden doors hang loosely on their hinges. The paint is chipped and faded, the windows are cracked and clouded with grime, and the sign above the door, which once read ‘House of Horrors’ is barely legible. The wind whistles through the gaps, adding an eerie melody to the desolate ambience.

You step inside first, the floorboards creaking under your weight. Heeseung hesitates at the threshold, his eyes darting around nervously. The light from outside filters through the broken windows, casting long shadows that seem to dance and shift. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself before following you inside.

The air inside the haunted house is stale and thick with dust. Cobwebs hang from the ceiling, and the smell of dampness and decay lingers, infiltrating your nose and causing you to wince. The first room you enter is a foyer of sorts, with tattered red curtains hanging from the walls and a decrepit chandelier swaying gently above. An old grandfather clock stands in the corner, its hands frozen at midnight.

Heeseung keeps a tight grip on your hand, his eyes scanning every corner for signs of movement. "This place is...something," he mutters, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

You squeeze his hand back, giving him a reassuring smile. "Come on, it's just a bit of fun," you say, leading him further into the house.

The next room is even darker, with the only guidance of your steps being from the room before. You can barely make out the shapes of old furniture covered in white sheets, some stained with what you hope is fake blood. Suddenly, a gust of wind slams a door shut behind you, causing Heeseung to jump, his heart travelling from its rightful place in his chest to his throat.

He lets out a nervous laugh, quickly trying to cover it up. "That was just the wind," he says, more to himself than to you.

You nod, suppressing a giggle. "Of course it was," you agree, though you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. The atmosphere of the haunted house is getting to you too, despite your brave front. Despite your eagerness to enter the haunted attraction, you hate to admit that you aren’t feeling the best right now, your heart a ticking bomb. 

If you were to go into this house when it was up and running, scare actors and life still instilled within the dark corners then maybe you would feel a little better, but the more you venture into the darkness, the less sturdy your legs are.

In one room, you come across a dusty old mirror, the vision of you and Heeseung echoing back to you, plastering a reassured smile on your face. Both of you look nothing like yourselves yet next to one another, you feel like you’ve found who you’re supposed to be.

As you approach it, a ghostly figure suddenly appears in the reflection, reaching out towards you. You yelp in surprise, instinctively wrapping your arms around Heeseung’s waist and quickly facing away from it, burying your face into his chest. 

He stiffens for a moment, then relaxes, wrapping his free arm around you protectively. Although he also got a fright, he feels himself needing to protect you as a way to pay you back for every time you’ve looked after him. Granted, he wishes it could be something a bit more substantial than a trick mirror but it will do for now.

"It's okay, it's just a trick," Heeseung murmurs, trying to comfort you even as his own heart races, squeezing you tighter. He can feel your body trembling against his, and it takes everything in him to project calmness, to be the anchor you need right now.

“I… don’t like this anymore, Heeseung,” you admit, looking up at him. The dim light casts shadows across his face, but you can still make out the worry etched into his features. You seek comfort in his familiarity, trying to steady your racing heart. Something in your gut tells you to get out of this place, and after ignoring your instincts that fateful day two weeks ago, you refuse to disregard them ever again.

Heeseung nods, rubbing your back soothingly. "We'll find a way out," he promises, his eyes scanning the area for any beacon of light to guide you both. But all he stumbles upon is another door. "I think we’ll need to keep going for now."

It's the worst thing he could say, but you understand he's right. The only way out of here is forward, the door behind you stuck firmly shut.

To ease the tension, Heeseung chuckles slightly. “You know, I didn’t think you were scared of anything,” he chats, trying to keep you distracted as he opens the door to a new, unexplored room.

“I’m scared of a lot of things,” you confess. Your guard is up against the house, but down for Heeseung. After opening up about your past, the wall around your heart doesn't feel the need to rebuild itself. The boy currently holding you under his arm has taken your defences down piece by piece, and you don't hate him for it one bit.

With a look of surprise, his eyes settle on your delicate face as he processes your response. “Really? Like what?” He’s not trying to be intrusive; he just genuinely didn’t think you had any.

“I can’t tell you that,” you laugh, the tension in your body melting slightly, even as you face an old life-sized doll trapped in a box. Your fears are personal, and you believe that speaking them into existence might make them come true. There are two fears trapped inside you that you wish never to see the light of day.

Unravelling yourself from Heeseung’s strong embrace, you timidly approach the looming figure in the box. Its lifelike form is so realistic that you might have mistaken it for a real person. The glass is dusty, and the top right corner has been shattered by something small but mighty. You can’t believe your eyes.

“Heeseung, come here,” you beckon him, your hand gesturing for him to step forward and see what you’re seeing. “Doesn’t this doll look like you?” If you didn’t know any better, you would say that Heeseung had a twin. The doll has the same eyes, nose, and pretty pink lips.

Examining the box, Heeseung reads out loud, “Have your wishes granted by the doll that knows your deepest desires.” He whispers softly, scared that it might be some spell to wake the creepy doll. It does look scarily like him, except this doll has cherry-red hair and dead eyes.

He takes off his glasses and stands next to it. “It really is me, huh?”

Clasping a hand over your mouth, you widen your eyes, taking in the side-by-side comparison. “Hee, that is you, down to your long lashes!” Your eyes dart between them both as you view them.

It's scary, but what's more daunting is staying in this creepy house any longer. You rid your thoughts of any ideas that a shapeshifter has stolen Heeseung’s body and placed it in the comically large doll box, gladly walking away from it.

Giving it one last stare, Heeseung sighs. “I hope someone finds you and gives you a good life.” He wishes the doll a farewell and walks behind you, the unease in his chest dissipating slightly as he follows your determined steps.

Taking the lead, Heeseung opens the next door once again, yet, instead of a room, you’re met with a long, pitch-black corridor that seems to stretch on forever with no end in sight. The air is thick, almost suffocating, and the faint echo of his footsteps reverberates through the darkness.

“I say we run through it,” you suggest, your voice echoing off the walls and adding to the eerie atmosphere. It's not your favourite choice, but you know there's a good chance the exit is right ahead.

Heeseung nods, focusing ahead. “We are good at running,” he jokes, causing you both to laugh. The eerie space fills with a haunting joy, a stark contrast to the oppressive silence that has surrounded you.

Holding out your hand, you offer it to Heeseung. “On the count of three?”

“Three.”

Without a chance to comprehend what he says, Heeseung locks his fingers with yours and starts running, the sudden burst leaving you trailing behind him. Despite the darkness and the unknown ahead, you can't help but laugh, letting him lead you to safety. The adrenaline rush and the sound of your combined laughter make the moment surreal and oddly comforting.

Heeseung glances back at you despite only making out the shadow of you, the only light leaking from the room you were previously in. There's a moment where he can see the smile on your face and it causes his heart to pit a pat in his chest. 

The corridor isn't actually that long, or maybe it’s the fun you’re having, but soon enough you’re both crashing through an emergency exit door, chests rising and falling with laughter and excitement. You feel like a kid again, running around without a care in the world, free from any negative thoughts or the wear and tear that adulthood has bestowed upon you.

The cool, fresh air hits your face, a welcome relief from the suffocating darkness inside. You never thought you would be happy to see the British skies before, suddenly admiring the beauty around you, despite the less-than-attractive surroundings. The contrast between the open, airy countryside and the eerie, claustrophobic house is stark, filling you with a newfound appreciation for the simplicity of the outdoors.

Stealing a glance at Heeseung, you notice how his face, although red from the cardio, looks so different. His eyes are lit up like a child at a Christmas market, his face visibly younger, and there is an air to him you haven’t seen before. He has always been beautiful, but now he looks pure and wholesome, his mind no longer bombarded with anxiety, nerves, or whatever else goes on inside that pretty head of his. The relief and exhilaration from escaping the haunted house paired with a moment of child-like freedom has brought out a serene glow in him.

Heeseung’s eyes meet yours as he straightens his back, his muscles relaxed now that he feels safe. "Now I know why people run through horror games," he chuckles, but his words are lost in the sweeping air, and you fail to register them, still caught in your reverie.

Your silence isolates you both, prompting Heeseung to examine you more closely. Maybe you're in shock from the scare the house gave you, or perhaps you're gathering your breath. He finds it unusual for you to be so quiet. You're just looking at him, lost in contemplation, with an inscrutable face that makes his smile fade somewhat.

"What is it? Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with worry, his hand gently squeezing yours.

It takes you a minute to realise you’re staring at him, your brain clouded with so many thoughts and realisations that it shuts down for a moment. The overwhelming affection you feel for him leaves you momentarily speechless. Never in your life has a man rendered you incapable of basic human functions. The way he looks in the summer sun, the ease with which he’s starting to smile, makes your heart flutter in a way you’ve never experienced before.

Finally, you shake your head slightly, breaking free from your trance. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you murmur, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Let’s…go find another ride.” Changing the subject seems to be your only way out, so you use the whiplash as your opportunity to bolt before he asks something else.

“Hey, wait!” he shouts behind you in an attempt to slow you down, but you’re already steadily running towards the middle of the park. The crunch of gravel under your shoes is the only sound accompanying your rapid footsteps, the eerie silence of the abandoned amusement park amplifying every movement.

Your eyes scan over the abundance of left-to-die rides, mourning for them as you think about how they have been forced to remain stagnant. Surely they could have been reused somewhere else? Why is it that these particular machines weren’t good enough? The sight of rusted Ferris wheels and dilapidated roller coasters, their once vibrant colours now faded and peeling, tugs at your heartstrings. 

As you weave through the overgrown pathways, you stumble upon something that catches your eye - a tunnel with a large, heart-shaped archway. The sign above it reads “Tunnel of Love,” but there’s no water in the canal below due to sunshine and abandonment. The boats that once floated gently along the waterway now sit dry and cracked, covered in a thick layer of dust and cobwebs. The wooden planks of the dock are warped and splintered, evidence of the neglect they’ve suffered.

Stepping closer, you peer into the tunnel. The walls inside are decorated with faded murals of romantic scenes: lovers in rowboats under a starlit sky, holding hands as they drift through enchanted landscapes. The air is thick with the scent of damp wood and mildew, the remnants of the once-glistening water now a distant memory. The cracked and dry canal floor, once a pathway for swaying boats, now lies abandoned, its purpose long forgotten.

Heeseung finally catches up, panting heavily. “Y/N, please don’t run away like that. Anyone or anything could be out here,” he scolds softly, his voice laced with genuine concern. He gives you a once-over, ensuring you haven't been hurt, scanning your form, checking for any signs of injury or distress. The thought of a rabid animal or some hidden danger lurking in the shadows sends a shiver down his spine. The idea of you being harmed, even by a scratch, is enough to send him into an anxious panic. He doesn’t even want to think about the state he would be in if you suddenly got caught by the police.

You see the worry etched on his face and feel a pang of guilt for making him anxious. “I’m sorry, Heeseung,” you say softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “I didn’t mean to worry you. It’s just…this place, it’s so fascinating in its own way.” You daren’t tell him it has anything to do with your mixed up feelings.

Heeseung’s expression softens at your words. “I know, it’s just…we have to be careful. This place is falling apart, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” His eyes, full of concern, meet yours, and you feel a warmth spread through your chest at his protectiveness.

“I guess this is the wrong time to ask if we can go through the tunnel?” you sheepishly ask, hoping that he will say yes to your request. You have always wanted to go through a love tunnel, even just once.

Heeseung sets his focus down the dark tunnel and pouts slightly in thought. “Does it even still work?”

That is a question you don’t have even the tiniest speck of an answer for, but you can make the assumption that the correct one would be a hard no. Your face forms into a disappointed frown, your hopes of experiencing the ride now dismal.

Upon seeing your disappointment, Heeseung refuses to watch the excitement die inside of you. His mind races, desperate to find a way to make this moment special for you. Glancing around, his eyes catching sight of an old, weathered booth tucked away to the side.

“Wait here for a second, I’ll see if I can get it working,” he says, determination setting in as he walks over to the booth. The structure is small and dilapidated, with a sign above it that reads ‘Operator’. Heeseung pushes open the creaky door and steps inside, brushing away the cobwebs that cling to his shirt. The air is stale, filled with the scent of dust and decay, but he’s undeterred, thankful he is only scared of women and not spiders.

Inside, a control panel covered in grime greets him. It is a chaotic array of buttons, switches, and levers, each labelled with faded, barely legible text. Heeseung squints, trying to make sense of the worn labels: “Start,” “Stop,” “Lights,” “Music,” “Emergency.” He has no idea how to operate the machinery, but the thought of seeing you happy drives him forward.

Heeseung’s fingers hover over the buttons, hesitant. “Okay, let's see,” he mutters to himself, trying to recall any fragments of knowledge about old amusement park rides. He presses the “Start” button, hoping for some sign of life. A low hum fills the booth, and the old, rusted mechanisms of the tunnel creak in protest as they start to move.

Peering out of the booth, he sees a few of the dim fairy lights flicker to life inside the tunnel. The ancient bulbs struggle but manage to cast a faint, romantic glow along the pathway. Heeseung’s heart races with a mix of excitement and anxiety, hoping this will work.

He looks back at the panel and flips the switch labelled “Music.” A scratchy, old recording of a love song begins to play, the sound wavering but still charming in its vintage way. He can’t help but smile, imagining how you must be feeling right now.

“Oh my god, Hee, it’s on!” Heeseung's heart swells as he hears your delighted squeal echoing through the air. Despite the dusty and bug-infested surroundings of the booth, seeing you so excited makes every moment worthwhile. He steps out, wiping his hands on his shirt to rid them of the grime, and walks over to where you're standing by the entrance to the love tunnel.

Your face lights up as he approaches, your eyes sparkling with joy. The soft glow of the tunnel's lights illuminates your features, casting a warm, romantic aura around you both. Heeseung can't help but smile back at you, his own happiness mirroring yours.

"I told you I would try," Heeseung says playfully, a hint of pride in his voice. His eyes sparkle with satisfaction as he glances towards the tunnel entrance. Inside, the flickering lights cast dancing shadows on the cracked walls, and the faint strains of the love song create an unexpectedly enchanting atmosphere.

"And I’ll never doubt you again," you reply with a bright smile, nudging him gently with your shoulder. "Can we just walk through it?" you ponder, noting the absence of water and the cracked boat that would have carried you through a dreamy water ride.

Heeseung chuckles softly at your playful nudge, feeling a warmth spread through him at your words of trust and appreciation. He meets your gaze, seeing sincerity and excitement shining through, and nods enthusiastically.

"Of course we can. Who’s going to stop us? Security?" he teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Taking the leap, Heeseung gracefully jumps down into the tunnel, his lanky limbs giving him an effortless advantage. The worn, pool-like ground beneath him feels sturdy underfoot as he kicks away empty vodka bottles and shattered glass.

"Come on," he beckons with a gentle smile, his fingers curling inward to encourage you to join him in the deep space below.

Trusting in Heeseung’s ability to catch you, you sit on the edge and wait for him to position himself below. Heeseung stands ready with his arms outstretched, prepared to catch you. A wave of excitement and nervousness wells up in your chest. His sweet smile and supportive gesture fortify your resolve as you prepare to plunge. 

“It’s okay, just jump, I’ll catch you,” he assures, his face conveying unwavering confidence in his ability to protect you. His voice, serene and certain, echoes gently in the tranquillity of the abandoned attraction.

His eyes never leave yours, filled with a warmth that melts away any lingering doubts. In that moment, his faith in your safety gives you the courage you need to push off the ledge. You’re not scared of heights, just of falling.

You propel yourself forward, the world momentarily blurring around you as gravity takes hold. The rush of wind fills your ears, a fleeting sensation of weightlessness before you feel Heeseung's strong arms enveloping you. His embrace is secure and comforting, anchoring you safely in his grasp.

As you settle into his arms, a wave of relief washes over you, adrenaline slowly giving way to a sense of accomplishment and gratitude. Heeseung holds you close, his touch gentle yet firm, as if reassuring himself of your safety. His embrace is tighter than necessary, his hands cradling you protectively, and you feel the steady beat of his heart matching the rhythm of yours.

“See? I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice carrying a quiet strength and reassurance.

You blush slightly, grateful for his stability as you take a step back, the warmth of his touch lingering on your skin, mingling with the surge of emotions coursing through you. Your dynamic shifts significantly in this moment; his confidence and reassurance are new, as is your sudden desire to shy away and twirl your hair.

Standing there, relishing the warmth of the moment, Heeseung softly extends his hand to you as a quiet invitation. His eyes, gentle and comforting, meet yours, softly indicating that he is ready whenever you are. The air around you seems to shimmer with the remnants of the love song echoing softly from the tunnel, adding to the novel ambience.

You peek down at his hand, which looks strong and welcoming. Without hesitation, you reach out, your fingers naturally linking with his. 

Heeseung gives you a pleasant grin, his attention shifting to the tunnel entrance. "Shall we?" he says softly, his tone full of optimism and wonder. His grasp on your hand is firm yet kind, guiding you towards the darker entryway where pink-hued lights flicker and dance against the walls.

Taking a deep breath, you respond with a nod and a broad smile. Together, you enter the tunnel, the ground beneath your feet reverberating softly with each step.

The enchanting atmosphere grows as you and Heeseung venture deeper into the tunnel. The warm lights cast a soft glow on the forgotten walls, illuminating the path ahead with a dreamlike quality. You notice faded murals depicting whimsical scenes of enchanted forests and mythical creatures, their vibrant colours still peeking through despite years of neglect.

The tunnel widens into a larger chamber, revealing remnants of the once-grand attraction. Rusted railings and dilapidated boats lie abandoned, adding to the sense of forgotten magic. You can almost hear the echoes of laughter and the gentle splashes of water that once filled the air.

Heeseung watches you with a delighted smile as you take in your surroundings, your eyes wide with wonder. He enjoys seeing you like this, so full of curiosity and excitement. "It's amazing, isn't it?" he says, his voice barely more than a whisper, as if afraid to break the spell of the moment for you.

You nod, unable to tear your gaze away from the sight before you. "It's like stepping into another world," you reply, your voice filled with awe. 

There must have been thousands of couples who road down this exact path, hearts filled with love for their partners as they took in the different scenes meant to exhibit different kinds of love; a fairyland garden that depicted an elf picking a daisy for his faerie girlfriend, different forest animals around a campfire, each paired with their own lover.

The two of you explore the different sections of the attraction, each one more fascinating than the last. One passageway leads to a room filled with intricate mechanical contraptions, once part of a grand clockwork display. 

In another area, you discover a garden-themed section, where overgrown vines and flowers have taken over, creating a beautiful, natural tapestry. The scent of blooming flowers lingers in the air, a stark contrast to the dusty corridors you navigated earlier. Heeseung picks a small, wildflower and tucks it behind your ear, his touch gentle and affectionate.

"You're even more beautiful than the flowers," he says softly, causing you to blush and smile shyly. Heeseung can feel his fingers tremble slightly but he keeps his confident manner, pushing away his virgin nerves for a minute to give you the experience you deserve.

He is so sweet and you thank the heavens for allowing you to experience this tunnel with him.

Your journey takes you to the heart of the attraction, where a grand stage still stands. The stage is adorned with tattered curtains and faded decorations, but you can easily imagine the grandeur it once held. Before you stands a scene depicting a king and queen sitting proudly on their thrones, hands raised in a waving gesture, greeting their subjects with glee as they hold hands.

“I wanna get a closer look,” you say, your eyes glued to the regal couple. Heeseung nods and follows you without hesitation. “Can you boost me up?” you ask, glancing at the steep wall separating you from the display.

Nodding with an agreeable smile, Heeseung walks over to the wall and kneels beside it, his hands crossed on his knee to create a platform for you to step on. He thanks himself for playing Tomb Raider one too many times, giving him the knowledge to assist you properly without making it awkward.

Offering him a quick thanks, you place your foot on his hands and he lifts you up effortlessly. Your arms shake slightly as you pull yourself onto the platform, but you manage to steady yourself and take in the intricate details of the royal figures.

From your elevated vantage point, you can see the exquisite craftsmanship of the display, each feature carefully carved to bring the king and queen to life. The sight takes your breath away, and you share your amazement with Heeseung, who watches you with a proud smile.

"It's even more incredible up close," you say, your voice filled with awe. 

Wanting to get in on the action, Heeseung searches around, looking for something to help him up to the platform that you seem so amazed by. There isn’t much but rubbish and some strewn, soggy leaves. He would ask you for a hand up but he’s scared he’ll drag you right back down again.

Pacing the area, he finally comes across a ladder which has obviously fallen from the wall, with sections of the steps missing, the rust from the metal enough to make his skin crawl as he thinks about all the time he refused to get a tetanus shot at the doctor's; oh, how that would come in handy now.

Heeseung chooses to take the risk, picking it up and placing it against the wall before hastily mounting it, fearful that it will slip and he'll end up with more damage than lockjaw. 

Fortunately for him, he gets up relatively easily and can finally join you in the delight. His eyes scan the scene before him, and he realises why you were so determined to make it up here. The slight flush on the queen's cheeks and the king's adoring stare at his wife epitomise love, showcasing their devotion as though they were real people.

Whoever made this park put time and effort into every small detail. It’s a shame entire generations will miss out on it.

Timidly, you walk over to the dolls, a lingering fear that they might come to life still gripping you. The haunted house has left your nerves frayed, making everything seem like a potential threat. However, they sit obediently in place, their eyes unmoving and thankfully unbothered as you begin to move them, eager to sit on the throne they possess.

Gently, you place them on the ground beside one another, ensuring they remain together. You turn to the throne and feel the material, testing its sturdiness to make sure you don’t fall through when you sit.

Heeseung watches you with a mix of amusement and admiration. "I think it's safe," he says, offering a reassuring smile, his hand outstretched to guide you to the seat.

You take a deep breath and carefully lower yourself onto the throne. To your relief, it holds firm, and you find yourself seated in the seat of royalty. The sensation is surreal, almost making you feel powerful, and you realise why the monarchy insists on these comically massive chairs.

“Imagine being the queen,” you muse aloud, rubbing the armrests as you commit every fine detail to memory. The intricate carvings of flowers and vines shine back at you as you unintentionally clean away the buildup of dust.

“I’d vote for you,” Heeseung replies, admiring the sight of you seated on the throne.

You look up at him with confusion. “Heeseung, it’s the Prime Minister we vote for, not the queen,” you say, wondering how on earth he confused the two.

He scratches his arm, a nervous habit of his when he feels even the tiniest bit embarrassed. “Oh, well…I’d still vote for you to rule the world somehow,” he says sheepishly, his eyes falling to the floor. He wishes he could pretend he didn't get them mixed up, but in his mind, they all merge together, perhaps due to years of neglect by both parties.

You giggle and swing your feet, enjoying normalcy for once. It reminds you of the conversations you had with the girls, helping one another to learn even the most obvious things. One of them once asked if Essex was a continent, and you had to gently explain cities and countries.

You took those times for granted.

The music suddenly changes to a softer melody, like one from a jewellery box, pulling you back to the present. The beautiful sound carries an air of love around you, filling the tunnel with a tender, enchanting atmosphere.

Heeseung also notices the change and sees the quiet excitement on your face, the elation evident in your eyes. The corners of your lips turn up in a smile, showing him how much you love the song.

Offering you his hand, he bows slightly. "Would the queen like to dance?" he asks, his embarrassment and nerves dissipating as he watches your reaction.

"The queen would be honoured," you reply with a playful smile, taking his hand and standing up. The two of you move into a waltzing position, or at least as close as two amateurs can manage.

Heeseung's hand rests gently on your waist, and you place yours on his shoulder. Your feet move in tandem with his, following his lead as he sways you softly from side to side. The rhythm is simple, almost instinctual, as you both find a comfortable pace. Heeseung twirls you around, guiding you with a delicate touch. The tunnel fills with laughter as you both realise how terrible you are at dancing, your steps more like a gentle walk back and forth rather than any actual dance move.

The flickering lights cast a warm, romantic glow on your faces, adding to the dreamlike quality of the moment. You can't help but feel a sense of euphoria, the combination of the music, the setting, and Heeseung's presence creates a perfect moment of bliss. Each step, each movement, is filled with unspoken words and shared smiles.

Heeseung's eyes never leave yours, and you feel a profound connection with him, as if the entire world has faded away, leaving just the two of you in this enchanted place. His fingers are warm against your back, his grip secure yet gentle, providing a sense of safety and comfort.

As you continue to sway, you can hear Heeseung's soft breaths, matching the rhythm of the music. You lean in closer, resting your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

"You know," you whisper, a hint of teasing in your voice, "your heart doesn't beat as fast as it used to."

Heeseung huffs out a soft chuckle, the sound vibrating through your body. "I guess I'm getting used to having you close," he replies, his voice a soft murmur in your ear. His tone turns slightly more serious as he speaks again, his grip on you tightening slightly. “And I feel safe with you; I think that’s why.”

His confession causes you to look up at him. The sincerity on his face adds weight to his words. The emotion in his eyes is pure, and you know he means it. You've seen him grow comfortable with you over the weeks, but hearing him say it out loud makes your stomach do cartwheels.

Taking his hand, you place it gently over your heart, his palm resting just on top of your left breast. Your actions startle him at first, but he soon relaxes, feeling your heartbeat which matches his own rhythm.

Peering up at him through your lashes, you beam at him. “I guess mine feels safe with you too.”

The moment stretches, the air between you thickening with an electric charge. Heeseung’s eyes darken slightly as they flicker to your lips and back up to your eyes. His hand remains on your chest, the warmth of his palm seeping through your shirt, creating a connection that feels almost tangible.

You can feel his breath on your skin, the soft rise and fall of his chest against yours. Slowly, he leans in, his lips hovering just a centimeter away from yours. The anticipation makes your heart race even faster, and you close the gap, pressing your lips to his in a tender kiss.

The initial contact is soft and tentative, testing the waters. But as soon as your lips meet, an undeniable heat flares between you. Heeseung’s hand moves from your chest to cradle your face, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. You respond by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

This isn’t your first kiss with him, yet it feels entirely different to the ones you have shared before, although still as intoxicating, this one also ignites your soul in ways you never thought possible, the feeling as though you are opening yourself up to him completely. It could be the romantic atmosphere, or it could be something more.

The kiss deepens, growing more passionate with each passing second. Heeseung’s other hand settles on your waist, drawing you flush against him. You can feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, against your own, creating a rhythm that syncs perfectly with the dance of your lips.

Heeseung tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss further. His tongue gently brushes against your lips, seeking entry, and you part them willingly, allowing him to explore. The taste of him is intoxicating, sending a shiver down your spine.

The heat between you intensifies, your bodies pressing closer together as if trying to meld into one. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him even nearer. Heeseung responds with a low groan, the sound vibrating through you and igniting a fire in your belly.

His hand slowly begins to massage your tit, causing you to roll your head back and break the kiss, enjoying the feeling of being touched. Moans escape your throat as you relish in his contact. However, as Heeseung makes his way to capture your lips with urgency, you find yourself falling back, losing your footing and stumbling back onto the throne, dragging the man down with you.

Heeseung panics, terrified that his body weight has somehow hurt you upon impact. But as your lips find his again, all worries melt away with each stroke and swirl of your tongue against his. You are so lost in him that you fail to notice how your head hits the backrest of the throne, likely causing you a migraine in the hours to come.

The surroundings seem to fade as your world narrows down to just the two of you. The throne room, once a grand stage, now a silent witness to your burgeoning romance, adds an air of surreal magic to the moment. The tattered curtains sway gently with the breeze, and the faded decorations glint faintly in light, casting a soft glow that bathes you both in a warm, intimate embrace.

Grabbing your hips, Heeseung shifts you to sit more comfortably on the throne. His lips move from yours to your neck, exploring the tender skin there with a mix of reverence and desire. Your natural scent drives him wild, his nose ghosting over your pulse points before licking and sucking them gently.

The action causes you to whimper, legs spreading instinctively as he turns you into a puddle of arousal beneath him. It’s incredible how a man who has never touched a woman is somehow doing more for you than any experienced man ever could. It’s as if he came straight from a dream factory, complete with the sex function already installed, add-ons included. Even the way he holds you, his fingers digging into your hips just right, is enough to have your hips bucking into his.

"Heeseung," you moan, threading your fingers into his hair. With gentle force, you begin to push his head down, guiding him to where you need him most.

Eyes widening, Heeseung retreats slightly. "Y/N, I-"

"Please, Heeseung," you beg, your face a picture of desperation.

Heeseung wants nothing more than to rid you of your clothes and devour you like his life depends on it, but a constant, nagging fear lingers in the back of his mind: what if he does it wrong? This is the first time he'll even see a vagina up close, let alone have the pressure to please the woman he adores.

Of course, he has watched the porn tapes that Jongseong and Jaeyun somehow managed to collect from a shady dealer in Camden Market, and there are the magazines he looks at for some light reading, but never has he seen one in the flesh. His face goes slightly red, and you can see him retreating back to the boy who first stepped into the hotel room, panic and fear springing to life in his eyes as he contemplates the notion of giving you head.

Reaching over, you run your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly in an attempt to ease his mind. "Hee, just do what feels right. I trust you."

The affirmation in your voice, coupled with the tender touch of your fingers, reassures him. Heeseung takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with newfound resolve. Slowly, he lowers himself between your thighs, his hands sliding up your legs and parting them gently.

With shaky fingers, he unbuttons your jean shorts and pulls them down, taking your panties along with them. His heart skips approximately three beats as he stares at your heat, its slight glisten caught in the faded overhead lights of the platform.

It's even more beautiful than he could ever have imagined, the heat radiating from it as it calls him closer, whispering pleas to be touched that only he can hear.

Gathering his courage, he starts with tentative kisses, his lips brushing against your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to your centre. You can feel his breath, warm and teasing, and it makes your heart race even faster. His hands, steady now, grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as he finally reaches his destination.

Heeseung’s first touch is gentle, a soft press of his lips against your most sensitive spot. The sensation makes you gasp, your back arching off the throne. Encouraged by your response, he grows bolder, his tongue darting out to taste you. The initial hesitancy fades away, replaced by a focused intensity as he explores, learning what makes you squirm and moan with pleasure.

The taste is foreign but far from unpleasant. He can see himself becoming addicted to you with each long stripe of his tongue up your folds. He closes his eyes, harnessing all his senses to taste you and hear your heaven-sent moans filter through his ears.

Your hands find his head, pushing him further in as you urge him to be a little more dominant, his soft licks now teasing you as you crave more. “Heeseung,” you begin, eyes closed while you practically hump his face, using his sharp nose to stimulate your nub. “Focus on my clit, please.” The instruction is so breathy that it doesn’t sound demanding at all but rather pleading.

Hearing your soft cries, Heeseung darts his tongue around clumsily until he comes across your sensitive nub, its swollen state making it easier to find. That was a worry of his after hearing countless conversations in uni from girls about men never finding it, yet, he had nothing to be anxious about because, despite other men’s incompetence, he latches onto it quickly, sucking and swirling his muscle around it.

The sounds of his slurping mixed with your groans of pleasure echo around the tunnel, truly transforming it into its branded name. He’s hitting all the spots, although sometimes lacking direction and ruining the rhythm, yet he always manages to find his way back to the spots you crave him.

Every stroke of his tongue, every gentle suck, drives you higher, the sensations building into an overwhelming crescendo. Your hands grip his hair tightly, your hips moving of their own accord, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he’s giving you.

“Heeseung,” you moan, the sound of his name a desperate plea on your lips.

He responds with a low hum, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure that’s consuming you. His tongue moves with increasing confidence, drawing out whimpers and cries from you that bounce straight to his semi-hard cock. The feeling of his mouth on you, his hands holding you steady, is almost too much to bear.

Your thighs clamp around his head, trapping him between your legs and signalling your impending climax. The feeling of suffocating at the hands of your pleasure feels like such a heavenly way to die that Heeseung doesn’t mind it one bit.

The tip of his tongue flicks rapidly over your clit, the ridgedness of him stimulating you over the edge and causing you to come undone around him, your entire upper body removing itself from the backrest and hunching over him, your fingers gripping his hair painfully as the high rushes through your veins.

“Fuck!” you scream out, your cunt riding his face as it spreads your juices over him, marking the man as your own.

Heeseung smiles as he feels you cum over his tongue, a swelling sense of pride enveloping his body as he makes you wriggle in ecstasy. He made a girl cum, him, the virgin who only 10 minutes ago hadn’t even seen a pussy before, and now here you are, losing yourself in euphoria all because of him and his newly experienced tongue.

He will give himself a pat on the back later.

Just as you begin to relax, your muscles unclenching and your heart settling into a steady rhythm, the lights above suddenly go out. The warm white and pink hues that had bathed the tunnel vanish, plunging you both into complete darkness.

For a moment, there is silence. The absence of light seems to amplify the sounds around you—the faint echo of your breathing, the soft rustle of fabric as Heeseung shifts nervously. The air feels heavier now, thick with uncertainty and a touch of apprehension.

“Fuck, the ride must shut off automatically,” you conclude, only grounded in your panic due to the touch from Heeseung. 

Heeseung lifts his head from between your legs, sitting on his feet as he looks around for a spec of light. Unlike the haunted house, there are no windows to even offer you a glimpse of light, it is pitch black and suddenly very, very cold.

Feeling around him, Heeseung retrieves your shorts from the ground before manoeuvring around in the darkness to help you put them back on. His heart sinks a little at the sudden interruption because although unconventional and spur of the moment, this could have been his opportunity to lose his v-card, finally ridding him of what he found a burden.

If his cock could talk, it would be sobbing as it gets left in his boxers for one more day. It craves to be inside you but for now, he just needs to focus on both of you getting out of the tunnel safely. 

Standing up, Heeseung feels for your hand in the darkness, gently pulling you up from the throne. “Hold onto my hand but let me go first. I’ll get us down,” he says with determination. His face is close to yours, his breath warm on your forehead, your body so near to his that you could almost feel the heat radiating between you.

Interlocking your fingers with his, you feel his confident movements as he tests the ground ahead. He stretches out his foot, tapping lightly to gauge if there’s solid ground beneath him, repeating the process around him. He’s grateful for the random fireman experience he attended in his last year of high school, recalling the lessons on how to navigate in darkness or low-visibility situations.

He repeats the tapping process four times, methodically feeling his way forward until he finally senses the edge of the platform. The drop feels daunting in the darkness, making Heeseung feel the same sense of vulnerability you had felt earlier. Everything seems more intimidating when you’re smaller and engulfed by darkness.

Heeseung’s voice cuts through the darkness, calm yet laced with concern. “I’ve found the edge. I’ll go first and help you down.” His grip on your hand tightens slightly, a reassuring squeeze that conveys both determination and comfort in equal measure.

“Be careful, Heeseung,” you whisper, your voice resonating faintly in the vast, silent tunnel.

Heeseung guides you to sit on the edge, his movements deliberate and careful. He positions himself next to you, his posture steady as he prepares to descend. “Wait there,” he instructs softly, before shifting his weight and gingerly sliding down the rough surface of the wall.

Each movement is cautious and deliberate. Heeseung avoids taking any unnecessary risks, mindful of the darkness that blankets you both. His hands grip the uneven edges of the wall, his feet finding purchase on the slight protrusions of the structure. He gently eases down until he finally finds stability on the ground.

Heeseung's mind races with unwelcome images of scurrying rats, the darkness amplifying his unease. His skin prickles with imagined sensations, the urge to escape the enclosed space growing stronger with each passing moment. He shakes off the disturbing thoughts, reminding himself firmly that he is in Scotland, far from the bustling streets of downtown New York.

Reaching out in the darkness, Heeseung’s hand finds your legs, and he squeezes them reassuringly, a silent gesture to remind you that he is there, a steady presence amidst the unsettling environment. "Okay, Y/N," he calls out, his voice a mix of relief and encouragement, "you can come down now."

You nod, though he cannot see it, your trembling arms inching closer to the edge. Your heart pounds in your chest, the platform feeling less secure than ever before. "Please catch me," you plead, your voice shaky with fear, hesitant to move until you hear his reassuring words.

"Always, Y/N. I’m right here," Heeseung murmurs, his lips pressing a kiss to your leg in a tender gesture of reassurance, letting his protective instincts guide him through the darkness, pushing aside his usual nervous demeanour.

Taking a shaky breath, you curse Heeseung inwardly for rendering your body weak with his earlier ministrations, his tongue that you were blessing now cursed in your mind. Your legs feel like jelly as you begin your descent, every movement wary. The darkness seems to press in around you, adding to your unease.

Heeseung’s hands are steady and sure as he guides you down, his touch gentle yet firm. You feel his support anchoring you, easing your fall despite the lingering fear. His presence beside you is a constant source of reassurance, his voice offering encouragement whenever doubt creeps in. “I got you, Y/N.”

Finally, your feet touch solid ground, the relief palpable as you stand in the blackout. Your hands find Heeseung’s waist, gratitude flooding your heart for his unwavering support through the ordeal as you stand there embracing one another.

"Thank you," you breathe, your voice a whisper of genuine appreciation as you lean into his reassuring touch. His thumbs graze your waist as he nods, “Like I said, always.”

With your hand securely in his, he moves meticulously and slowly through the maze of darkness and debris. You trust him completely and follow his path to safety. The tunnel echoes with the sound of your footsteps, the only audible reassurance in the otherwise eerie silence. Heeseung's grasp tightens encouragingly anytime you come across an invisible obstacle, his presence serving as a continuous anchor in the unnerving gloom.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity in the blackened tunnel, you emerge into the brightness of daytime at the end. The relief washes over you like a wave, the outside world a welcome contrast to the claustrophobic darkness you just escaped. Heeseung turns to you, his expression softened with relief and pride.

"We made it," he says softly, his voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and triumph. His hand squeezes yours gently. Nodding in agreement, you offer him a small smile back, just relieved to see his face once again.

There, at the edge of the moat, a ladder beckons you both to climb. Its rungs, weathered and rusted, speak of years spent in neglect. Despite its worn appearance, it stands as a symbol of escape and freedom from the underground labyrinth you ventured through.

Heeseung is just glad he doesn’t need to find another rusted tool to help him up this time. With a determined stride, he begins to ascend the ladder, each step bringing him closer to the surface and away from the shadows that had engulfed you moments before. The ladder creaks under his weight, but it holds steady, a testament to its enduring strength despite its aged appearance.

You follow closely behind, feeling the warm sunlight kiss your skin as you emerge from the depths. With each rung you climb, the darkness recedes further into memory, replaced by the promise of open skies and fresh air.

As you reach the top, Heeseung extends a hand to help you over the edge. Together, you stand on solid ground once more, the moat and tunnel behind you now a part of your shared adventure. The world around you seems brighter, more vivid, as if the ordeal has heightened your senses to appreciate the simplest joys of daylight and freedom.

Well, as much freedom as you have considering there is a whole national police force after you.

Looking at your saviour once more, you see your juices still drenched over his face and it elicits a small giggle from you. The sound causes Heeseung’s brows to quirk, questioning your sudden change in mood.

“You have a little something on your face,” you answer his silent question, reaching up to wipe him clean, your thumb brushes over his chin and cheeks, feeling the faint hint of stubble under your thumbprint. 

The moment is so tender despite the lewd action that resulted in this. His eyes fall shut as you continue to clean him, never missing a drop, leaving his mouth last. You lean up and kiss him ever so gently, his lips that are swollen from their labour meld with yours so beautifully, like they are made for you and only you.

As you kiss him, the tension of the moment begins to dissolve, replaced by a sense of intimacy and connection. His hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if to ensure you won't slip away. The stubble on his face grazes your skin gently, a contrast to the softness of his lips as they move against yours.

There's a lingering taste, a mix of sweetness and saltiness, that stays on his lips from moments before. It's a reminder of the passion shared, now tempered by this gentle act of cleaning up. 

When you finally break the kiss, your eyes meet his, and there's an unspoken understanding passing between you. It's not just about what happened, but about this moment of tenderness and care that followed. 

His fingers trace a delicate line from your waist to your jaw, his touch light yet firm, something u spoken lingering in the air. You lean into his touch, a small smile curving your lips, feeling the warmth of his hand as it cradles your face. The world around you seems to blur and fade, leaving only the two of you suspended in this moment of fragile yet profound intimacy.

Heeseung's heart pounds fiercely in his chest, each beat a testament to the whirlwind of emotions surging through him. Affection and reverence blend together, overwhelming his mind and filling him with a dizzying sense of attachment. Every fibre of his being is drawn to you, the intensity of his feelings almost nauseating in its potency.

He exhales slowly, his breath trembling as he gazes deeply into your eyes. His thumb strokes the apples of your cheeks, his touch gentle. He wants to tell you everything, to lay bare the depth of his emotions he feels for you.

"Y/N," he begins, his voice thick with emotion. "I think I-"

His words are abruptly cut off, his body tensing as he feels the cold, unforgiving pressure of a metallic object against the back of his head. The sudden intrusion of another presence is palpable, the heat radiating from the person standing dangerously close behind him.

"Don't fucking move."

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release me, embrace me (p. sh)

pairing. alpha Sunghoon x female omega reader

genre. best friends younger brother AU, non-traditional ABO, SVT Mingyu mentioned, pwp, M/F, fluff, one shot

warnings. alpha/omega dynamics, older y/n, mutual pining, profanity, alcohol mentioned, smut warnings under cut. minors DNI.

wc. 15,000+

now playing. Fever//Enhypen

smut warnings. dom sunghoon, strength kink, manhandling, submission, oral, rimming, slick, phone sex, masturbation, use of ‘oppa’, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, squirting, praising, sex in public, exhibitionism, anal, subspace, unprotected rut sex, breeding, knotting, etc… whew..

a/n. ended up only editing half of this…

How many times am I going to have to lose my keys inside of this bag before I learn? 

Grunting out of irritation, groceries slip from between your strained fingers; numbed from the short walk from the parking lot that seems much longer as blood drains from your digits. A lick of hot sweat gathers down from your nape, the languid droplets turning cold upon entering the air conditioned lobby rolling chills across each ridge of your spine. 

“God..” Sighing, you shift to squat down and split open your purse in search of your keys; mentally cursing yourself out for constantly ending up like this.

The coat you wish you’d removed now feels heavy, boiling your skin up despite making it indoors. A thin layer of sweat that’s formed over your flesh only makes the cool air swarming you feel suffocating the more you shove through your purse in a frenzy; nose itching as you pick up on a waft of unfamiliar scent.

“Here, let me help you.” A voice echoes throughout the lobby. Trailing footsteps follow, coming to a stop at your side. The heavy aroma of Alpha preceding, punching through your lungs like an iron fist.

“No no!” Initial panic subsides in favor of scurrying away from the new presence, ripping your attention away from your purse to push away. Your neck arches upward in slow motion to take in every inch of the Alpha before you, built legs in snug fitted jeans bulging over firm thighs flex before your confused gaze, breath hitching as you stare straight ahead bewildered in a lost daze. A pronounced lump sitting between the Alphas thighs registering faster than your the vulnerable position you’ve landed yourself im. The clear shape cutting through the fabric keeping him tucked away(for the safety of society, clearly). “It’s…”

He squats down, gathering the fallen groceries, bright eyes gawking back at you below well-groomed thick eyebrows raised up to his hairline in surprise. His mouth moves, cheeks bursting up into a child-like giddy smile, arms opening up as if he wants to engulf you.

“No!” You shout out alarmed, scooting yourself away finally and scrambling back onto your feet to stand. Purse left open on the floor in favor of holding out your hands in a submissive manner; as any omega fearing their well-being would.

“It’s me!!” The Alpha hesitates, slowly moving in closer, raising up his own hands to signify that you have nothing to fear. “Sunghoon!”

The name meets your ears muffled, sparking memories of a much younger, lanky, innocently sweet and shy boy. A boy who blushed whenever you would so much as glance at him. A boy with arms at least twice the size smaller than the ones flexing with every shake of his hands.

“S-Sunghoon??” You gawk, swallowing down a dry gust of air. Slowly everything comes into sight, the duffle bag set behind him; the same soft eyes that once watched you full of adoration. Mingyu always teased his little brother whenever you’d leave the room about his ‘crush’. The one you pretended to never acknowledge existed for the sake of not embarrassing the younger.

The rise and fall of his chest calms the longer you stare and take in every new inch of height, span of large muscles. Defined pectorals that peak through the thin cotton material of his shirt, the fabric worn and torn judging by the threads that have come undone around his biceps. The shirt really much too small for the Alpha. 

Shutting your mouth after you swear a fly just flew in and back out, the realization of how long you’ve been checking him out hits you; internally ringing alarms to compose yourself. Instinctively squeezing your thighs together— just in case..

“Yes! Sunghoon! It’s me!!” He smiles softly, blinking in relief. Long straight eyelashes fan the tops of his high cheekbones only adding more charm to the innocent act. The tip of his nose glows under the fluorescent lobby lights, shining streaks dancing over his smooth skin; enhancing his still delicate pretty features despite the years of growth. Sunghoon sighs between the smile rounding out his cheeks, top lip pouting out as he lowers his tone. “You really didn’t recognize me?”

“No!” You speak up abruptly, mouth twisting as you cringe. “It’s—I didn’t know right away. Your scent is so..”

Sunghoon’s lips round out in ‘O’, unanswered questions falling together. “Mingyu didn’t tell you I presented?”

“..no.” You finish, bending down to grab your purse. Sunghoon lingers, bending at the waist to retrieve the rest of your groceries.

“Is.. is that okay?” He asks, making no move to step closer despite the urge to scoop you into a bone crushing hug. His Alpha croons, having to shake off the desperate need to get an up close whiff of your scent. The whole reason he came to find you as his feet carried him through the hallway, mindlessly drawn to the hint of beachy aroma that throttled his memory back to the most wonderous years of his life.

Dreams often took him back to sand crushed between his toes, heavy air full of salty water and ocean waves; sun burnt skin covered in coconut creamy lotions steaming under summer heat. each and every time, it all brought him back to you. 

A freshly presented omega running down the beach, screaming as his older brother circled around your waist, lifting you up in his larger arms. Sandy soles waved through the air, an ache passing through his chest as he watched on and craved more than anything to trade places with his brother. The cool masculine Alpha he could only wish to be someday.

Maybe then you would have noticed him, seen him as more than some runt kid. How could you when he had to beg his mom to not ask you to babysit him, or when Mingyu kept you distracted by flexing his arms in front of you, setting off an embarrassing coil throughout your gut. The shy way you’d look off and smile only drove Sunghoon crazier each time, pocketing those memories for years to come; imagining himself on the receiving end of one of your demure smiles that only he would be able to cause.

“Oh, of course!“ You nod too eagerly, heels scuffing across the marbled lobby floor toward the elevators nervously. “It’s only a few days.”

Sunghoon throws his duffle bag over his shoulder following after you, gnawing at his bottom lip as he enters the elevator alone with you. The doors dinging shut ominously, instantly stiffening your figure at his side.

“I thought you knew..” Sunghoon whispers, almost too low for you to catch. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I should be the one who’s sorry..” you stammer, gazing in despair at the blinking numbers above the doors. Hand instinctively gripping the strap of your purse for some type of purchase, a pathetic plea to calm yourself. Lowering your eyes, you notice the scuff marks on the points of your toes, heels worn down after work and a trip to the store. “You probably think I’m so rude. Your scent just really caught me off guard..”

Sunghoon shifts foot to foot at your side, subtly brushing the tip of his nose on his shoulder, curious to see if he can smell himself. Maybe his scent was unpleasant? Worry passes through his mind more than he’d prefer to let on by your reaction to his presence.

“Is it..is it—like really bad?” He squeaks, the doors dinging open like a breath of fresh air. Nearly hurdling yourself out into the wide hallway to get out, your breath hitches caught in your throat as you fan for air. 

Stupid coat, that’s why you’re sweating like a pig. Nothing to do with the Alpha hovering around you like some type of grim reaper.. 

“It’s totally okay Hoon!” You sigh, relieved to create some distance with the Alpha. Striding forward at a fastened pace, and biting your lower lip viscously to not let out an uncontrollable moan; completely mortified that just two minutes near the Alpha already had your hole gushing slick. The true curse of being an unclaimed omega.

With speed you jerk open the front door to your apartment. The sound of your keys slapping the ground once you kick it open in a rush. Sunghoon follows after you, only growing further concerned.

“If it’s not okay…” he begins, entering inside behind you, suddenly taken over by an overwhelming wave of calm. His shoulders instantly relax, the tired ache in his muscles disappearing as if he just finished a full body massage. Your scent is everywhere, pulling up memories of rolling around in your bed whenever you’d gone to use the restroom. Shutting his eyes for a few seconds, he licks at the roof of his mouth, savoring the notes traced through your scent that he swears he’d forgotten; mentally reminding himself to act cool. Gone were the days of acting like some horny teenage boy lusting after his brother’s best friend.. 

“It’s fine!” Stepping out of your heels, your feet practically howl in rejoice, hissing silently to yourself as your fingers twitch to rub your numbed soles. Ignoring the need, you take the groceries from him, keeping your gaze lowered in hopes of not losing your train of thought; having to make an extra mental effort to not stare at the Alpha like some sex-starved Omega. “Thanks so much for bringing these up. I’ll start cooking up some dinner for us.”

Hobbling away, you direct Sunghoon to the couch as you pass through the living room. “Set your bag down! Hope you don’t mind the small space. The couch is pretty comfortable! I promise.”

Sunghoon laughs, chiming like holiday bells ringing at your ears, heart clenching instantaneously in reaction as you nearly halt in your tracks with the need to watch his teeth on full display. Dropping the groceries down, you make a quick movement to hide behind the kitchen wall, thumping your forehead gently upon the plaster. The dried paint somehow still sticky against your damp skin. Muttering a hushed ‘get it together!’ You take a minute to inhale a deep breath, sternly shouting at yourself to calm down.

“Phew..” reaching for a pot to boil water for pasta, you grab one of the grocery bags in search of ingredients . “Hoonie loves pasta..” You say, nodding at the memory of the adorable little boy’s cheeks covered in red sauce.

He takes the chance to walk around the small living room, dizzying thoughts grounded as he admires the photos you’ve framed. Most of them with Mingyu, but the one that catches his attention the most is from your last summer back home. You seemed too excited to finally escape to Seoul and begin ‘adulthood’. He really did try his best the last few years to move on after your departure..

After presenting as an Alpha, Omegas were no challenge for Sunghoon, but that never stopped him from thinking of you whenever his rut hit. Buried deep inside whichever Omega had begged to spend it with him, his Alpha took full control over him too often at times, even going as far as screaming your name whenever he released. The Omegas under him couldn’t even complain after getting the dick down of their life. They could never compare to the one and only Omega constantly running through his mind, your existence alone taunting him daily, ready to fall to his knees and beg for a taste at the mere mention of your name.

“Ah, you found my photo gallery huh?” Your voice breaks his thoughts. Sunghoon nods, setting the photo frame back into place and softly grazing his younger self in the corner of the photo staring longingly after you.

Sighing, he heads to the couch and lands with bounce to test out the cushions. As if it mattered, his brother offered him no more than the floor whenever he’d visit, he’d take a hard couch over that any day.

“Yea, those were good times… you okay?” Sunghoon inquires, noticing the way you limp across the living room. Nestling into the corner of the couch, you breathe out a long sigh, back aching and cracking as you get comfortable.

“Tired.” You laugh lazily. “Sorry I’m not much entertainment. Work was so busy today.” Rolling your face to the side against the couch, you quickly give him a once over before dropping your gaze to the floor. Still in too much awe to begin comprehending how much he’s grown.

“Your feet hurt?” Sunghoon smiles mischievously, reaching toward your knees before you can manage to pull away, thumb smoothing over the bone sticking out. “Don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’m kind of known for giving the greatest foot massages.”

“Oh no…you can’t! I haven’t even showered yet.” You murmur nervously, self-conscious and weary, subtly attempting to inhale some of your scent. You should have rushed to the shower, but sitting down for a bit was too tempting.

“Ah don’t be silly. You smell great..” Sunghoon’s tongue pokes out of the corner of his mouth, large hands encasing your knees and sweeping down behind them to your calves. He tugs your legs up effortlessly even with the resistance you apply, laying your legs across his lap and pinching your stockings between two fingers. “You should take these off.”

“Uh..” you falter, concentrating on his palms skimming up the length of your leg. Fingertips languidly drag up, smoothing up between your thighs. He stops, breathing in and out slowly, peering down focused on the way your muscle jumps under his touch; the body heat between your legs warming his hands up like a furnace.

“Thigh highs..” Sunghoon mumbles, gaze trailing up to find yours. It’s a mere graze of skin on skin, barely touching your inner thigh, but it’s enough. Reacting faster than you can think to stop yourself, a stream of slick pushes past your hole, opening up to make a huge mess of your underwear. Sunghoon’s neck visibly bobs up and down, no doubt hit in the face with the pungent smell of Omegan desire. “Can I?”

Even if he’s affected he doesn’t show it. Smooth and calm, he tugs on the lace at the top of your thigh. Thinking you nod in response, you bend at the knee further, allowing him to strip the material off.

“Once I’m done with you, you’re going to be begging me to move in..” Sunghoon smiles, throwing in an added wiggle of his strong eyebrows. Heated palms squeeze up your thigh, strong, so strong. Exuding power and strength in each delicate touch, he rubs and kneads at your tensed muscles. The tips of his fingers digging in, rolling your tendons in fluid motions, effortlessly looseing the tension cramping through the backs of your legs.

“Fu—“ you start to mumble, pursing your lips shut and sinking deeper into the cushion behind you as if that will help to hide your obvious arousal.

“Feels good? You’re so tight.” Sunghoon breathes out each word. His biceps seemingly growing larger in size as he shimmies down your leg. The muscles flexing up his arms are just too big.. big enough to lock around your chest while he fucks you into a groveling pitiful silly mess…

“Am I doing a good job? You’re not saying anything..” Sunghoon’s eyes lift, face lowered only fueling the maniacal lust driving a force down the middle of your chest. Gasping, your thighs open to allow him further entrance. The fresh scent of slick tickling at your nose, without a doubt slamming into Sunghoon’s..

“Ye-..”

The familiar sound of splash sizzling as it meets fire erupts, similar to a rope wrapped around your neck hurling you back to reality. You shoot up in panic, kicking your calves away from his working hands. “Oh shit! The noodles!” Screeching and bodily twisting away, you manage to escape his hold. Hobbling your way back to the kitchen with a face hidden to your chest covered in humiliation; knees pinched together to contain another gush of slick from streaking down your inner thighs. 

How will you ever survive these next two days?

“Sunghoon?..” stumbling into the living room half-awake, you comb back your messy pillow static head of hair as you approach the couch. The blankets and pillows left stacked neatly together at the corner, sadly missing the Alpha who you’d left sleeping there the night before. 

Taking a quick survey around and listening for the shower, no signs of Sunghoon shows. Cautiously and against your better judgment, you sit down where he’d slept through the night. A waft of alluring Alpha scent springs off the cushions; circling around your head just like a drug, inducing weakness through your limbs and the desire to succumb. 

The desire to feel every part of him flow through your veins, fill you so full of cum that it’d even spurt from your nose, as ridiculous as that sounds..

The disgusting thought snaps your eyes open. Gripping at the cushion around your hips to stop yourself from grinding down to have a mere sliver of the Alpha stuck to your skin.

The front door unlocks, sending your neck jerking back too fast, grimacing as you reach for the muscle; jaw dropping at the vision stepping into your apartment. 

Sunghoon saunters in, shirtless, soaked. Sweat intensely pouring down his chest at an obscene speed. Drenched hair matts and clings to his forehead, haphazardly shoved in different directions giving peaks of his post-workout heated skin.

He stands there rubbing a towel over the back of his neck, cheeks ruddy and puffy as if he’d exerted all of his energy. The pink hue of his lips matched up to the tone blushed across his nose for once.

A thin trail of hair leading below his sweats demands your attention. The gray cotton material concealing his lower-half absolutely soaked, appearing darker as your eyes travel lower. The evidence of an excruciating workout, evidently exhausting his body of hydration. His tongue laps out, slowly licking across his upper lip, swallowing at the lack of saliva coating his mouth. Moving inside without noticing you yet, he kicks the door shut behind him.

“Oh!” Sunghoon spots you, finally. A smile that could go to war with the sun expanding over his face.

“Wow..” you swallow, near the brink of tears. Having to shut your eyes and curse under your breath.

“You just wake up?” Sunghoon jogs over, laughing as he leans down to plant a moist kiss on your forehead. “Sorry, I probably stink..”

“You smell amazing.” You practically shout, the sudden urge to permanently zip your mouth shut filling your brain, body scorching under his intrigued gaze.

“You too..” Sunghoon grins, his sharp canines lingering where they dig into his lower lip. Grimacing, he frowns and backs away, tasting the stale dryness around the inside of his mouth- “I should..rinse my mouth and brush my teeth.”

Sunghoon mumbles quickly and slides past you to the bathroom. Stuck on his tantalizing aroma, you follow after him like a lost pet helplessly seeking an owner. You lean against the door frame, admiring each tiny dip in his stomach. Taut muscles hardened as he turns on the sink, bending down to splash water on his face. An Alpha down to the size of his broad shoulders and pronounced chest.

“There’s mouthwash in the medicine cabinet.” You inform, sounding far off and distracted. Itching to scratch down the mountains of brawn moving along his backside, back wings stuck out beautifully, giving him a near angelic appearance.

“Oh, thanks.” Sunghoon’s face lights up, water driblets cascading down his long neck. Adam’s apple bouncing in the center, glistened like a treat just begging to be eaten. Every scenario of possibilities plays in your mind much too fast to process, nearly missing the sensation of hot slick melting out of your core to ruin another pair of underwear.

“Do you take these?” Sunghoon inquires, pulling out a packet of white pills from the cabinet. A frown drags down his lively features, etching lines between his eyebrows.

“Oh God.” Snatching the pills from him, you disguise the hint of shame taking over your face quickly, tucking away the incriminating evidence behind your robe.

“It’s just—heat suppressants are so bad for Omegas!” Sunghoon panics, hands flailing out to emphasize how serious this matter is. “They cause weak fertility! Depression! Loss of appetite! Suppressing your heat goes against our natur-..”

“Sunghoon! Enough alright?!” You snap, exiting the bathroom to not further escalate a possible argument. As if you hadn’t heard each and every damn warning already.

Sunghoon follows after you, mouth gaping open and shut like a fish out of water, fingertips itching at his hips to reach after you.

“I know, okay?!” You turn abruptly, face colliding with the center of his dampened chest, nearly hurdled back if not for his quick reflexes swooping a hold around your waist. Sunghoon keeps you steady, the powerful aura surrounding him enough to do the job.

“Why do you take them then?..” his handsome features scrunch together, concerned eyes going wide as they bounce over your face. Warm comforting palms slide down your arms ending at your elbows to stroke over the inner crook, intentionally soft, soothing and harmless; as if he can read the annoyance beginning to build up through your limbs. The sour scent radiating off of you helping to convince him, of course.

“I need to—I don’t always..” you start, chin tipped in to stare at anything else besides the devastatingly attractive Alpha. Life had been too hectic and busy to stay on track with your suppressants as of late. It’d been weeks since you last kept on schedule with taking them really.

“You have no one to spend it with?” Sunghoon questions, the corner of his mouth twitching to the side in confusion. An omega like you? Alone during heat? That’s—damn near blasphemous.

“It’s not a big deal.” You explain, easing your arms away from his hold. Your Omega more than satisfied at such close proximity to a delicious smelling Alpha. It’s upsetting really, how fast your instincts are ready to drop any and all morals. Screaming at you to fall to your knees and present yourself, raging on that our Alpha needs us, wants us.

“Of course it is.” Sunghoon scoffs, cooly maneuvering his palms to cup your hips. Thumbs continuing to rub gentle circles over your pelvic bone. “I can’t believe you don’t just ask Mingyu for help.”

“Ew! Sick. I would never.” You chide, hating the way your feet stick to the ground like you’ve walked into quicksand. Stuck, willingly, under the Alphas hands.

“…oh..” Sunghoon blinks rapidly, putting two and two together. Fingers bury deeper into your hips, stepping toe to toe with you. “You could always.. call me up. I—I would love—I mean..” clearing his throat, the Alpha straightens. “I would love to help you.”

“What?!” You squak, moving back another foot. Hands collapsing at his sides as you pull away, fearing he’s misread the vibe. Sunghoon’s brows lift up out of fearful surprise, head shaking quickly.

“What?”

“What!”

“Uh..” glancing around awkwardly, he folds bulged biceps across his chest. Shrugging as he averts his attention to the digital clock ticking away too loud amongst the stiff tension between you. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna be late. Uhm, see you later? I’ll be back in time for dinner.”

“Yeah yeah…uh, good luck or, I mean, have fun!” You wince, not even sure what he’s off to do as you duck your flushed face and wave him off before he runs off to the bathroom to shower.

One more day.

You sigh.

One more day.

Sunghoon stumbles in, loud, making a ruckus as he slams into the wall. The front door shutting impactfully as he crashes back into it, breaking into a round of giggles. Jumping awake from your sleep, you sit up from the couch and rub your eyes, blearily squinting at his stumbling figure; having drifted off at some point in the last hour after growing tired of waiting for him to show up. You groan, beginning to mumble about how dinner has long gone cold by now.

“Hoon, are you okay?” Getting up from the couch, you approach him, his eyes shooting open at the sight of you in nothing but your bathrobe. Too lazy and hot after your shower to make yourself lotion up and put on a fresh pair of pajamas. He moves down the hall toward you, drawing you close to his torso with arms belted around your waist.

“Did you wait up for me?” He asks, sounding hopeful.

“Jesus..” your head jerks back, hit with a wave of alcohol coating breath. “You’re real drunk, aren’t you.” Groaning, you take a step back and wrap your fingers around his biceps, eyes fluttering shut exhausted. Exhausted from just being around the Alpha at this point. Even smelling straight out of a vodka bottle his enticing scent hook line and sinks you; hazing your perception of reality and taking every bit of willpower you have left to not maul him like a crazed feral beast.

“Drunk on you..” Sunghoon wiggles his eyebrows, bending his knees slightly to tap his forehead on yours. “You smell so good for me.”

“Hoon...” rubbing at the backs of his arms, firm triceps flex out only to mock you, unable to fight the incessant urge to squeeze and feel him up. Reasoning with yourself how you’d later regret it if not..

“Shh shh..” he presses on, the tip of his nose meeting yours. Lips close enough to brush along your Cupid's bow as he drawls on. “Alpha. Call me Alpha. Please.”

“Sungho-…” his lips work fast to trace yours, testing out the waters with a quick lick down the center of your upper lip. Finding no resistance his mouth plants down, capturing the moan escaping past your tongue, clinging onto his arms like a vine as he props you against the hallway wall. The taste of alcohol hits the back of your throat returning you to reality, eyes flying open to find his shoulders and give him the saddest excuse of a shove.

“No, we—” Sunghoon’s thumb caresses your lower lip, interrupting you. Drunken gaze flickering across your lust filled expression, his other hand finding your wrist, lifting your slacked arm up easily. Pinning it above your head, he leaves you with no option other than to press to the wall, hips pressing to yours without a struggle.

“No what?” Sunghoon whispers, hot puffs of breath dancing like fire flames over your cheeks. His thumb lazily dips down on your tongue, concentrating on the way you lick around the tip. Mind going straight to images of you laid out sucking down his length, taking the entirety of his knot down your throat, pleading for endless amounts of cum like the good Omega he knows you’ll be for him.

Shutting your eyes to regain your composure, your eyebrows squeeze together in hopes of forming some type of coherent thought, waves of heat crashing them all away and muddling any rationalization to get you out of this situation.

‘He’s your best friend’s little brother.’

‘He can’t control himself. Your pheromones are too strong, this isn’t what he really wants.’

‘He’s a young, attractive, and single Alpha. He’ll ruin you.’

It’s as if Sunghoon can hear everything you’re thinking, rolling his hips forward to break you out of your stupor. His thick chubbed up cock digs into your hip, drawing out a strangled moan as the warmth pulsing against your body lures you closer to giving up. Trembling desperately and aching all the more as he exposes his neck to you, long throat arched back to proudly show off his scent gland. The strongest whiff of aroused Alpha tickles at your senses without even needing to drag your nostrils across his pristine throat.

“Stop fighting it, Omega.” Sunghoon leans in, half-lidded heavy gaze staring into yours. His wet thumb swipes down your chin to the middle of your neck to push down, gasping for air faster as he grinds against you.

“We shouldn’t.” You pant out breathlessly. The air around you hard to swallow, full of heated arousal, powerful Alpha scent triggering puddles of slick to drip down your inner thighs. Sunghoon smirks, sliding his thumb lower, robe parting open down the center of your chest under his ministrations. Breasts rise and fall rapidly with each taunting graze of skin, skidding over the loosely tied knot at your waist only to bypass it and finally come to a stop where your thighs spread open.

“What is this then?” Sunghoon licks the backs of his teeth, biting down on the tip of his tongue, cleaning off a glossy layer of slick with the same thumb that’d just been in your mouth. The lower half of his weight keeps you held back, unable to move away beneath his stronger physique.

“Hoon, please..” your eyes itch, blinking away the rapid moisture filling up your sockets. Lifting his hand, he turns his thumb side to side slowly, gazing in admiration. Even through your blurred sight and escalating humiliation you can’t stop the wetness from oozing out of your core; the thick trickle only solidifying how badly you not only want this but need this.

“Never imagined you to be such a beggar..” Sunghoon’s eyebrows quirk. Nodding down and returning his thumb to your parted lips. “Always thought you’d make me beg.”

Whimpering, you weakly try to blink away the tears flowing from the corners of your eyes, tongue lapping off the incriminating slick from his digit. Sunghoon bends closer, forehead shoved to yours.

“You taste that? That’s how much you want me.” He teases, thumb thrusting in deeper past your lips to push down on your tongue until you gag. “You’ll be a good omega for me, yeah? Let Alpha do whatever he wants with you?”

Your knees buckle at his words, widened terrified gaze staring up in awe as you suck his thumb off with skill needing to impress. A dreadful need to satisfy and please begins to consume you whole, giving a pitiful yet eager nod as your lips slide off with a pop.

“No no no.” Sunghoon tuts, prodding his way back in. “Get on your knees, and don’t stop sucking until Alpha tells you to.”

Dropping down on command, your knees meet the floor as if you’re meant to be there. His broadened frame only seems even larger at the new angle, the heady scent of Alpha cum so strong from this level, filling up his balls the second your eyes draw up to him.

Your pretty wanton face below infuses his chest up with a sense of power. A need to fuck, claim, destroy. Leave you absolutely obliterated, completely shattered in small little pieces that only he can put back together. It’s intoxicating, addicting, everything he’s ever dreamed of.

“Keep sucking.” Sunghoon urges you, thumb pressing down on the backs of your teeth. Stumbling backward, he leaves you no choice but to follow him as you crawl; lips wrapped around his thumb sucking like a baby. Knees burn against the hallway carpet as you try to keep up with his pace, never once losing eye contact as he leads you through the path down the hall to your bedroom. Breathing out harshly through your nose, the salty taste of outside air stuck on his skin coats your tongue and mixes with your saliva, sucking faster and harder until the only thing left to taste on the Alphas skin is yourself.

“Fuck..” Sunghoon’s shoulder meets your door frame, knees giving in as he comes down to meet you face to face. His thumb pops free, gleaming in the dim light with your spit. It all smears around your chin, spilling freely out of the corners of your mouth as he takes extra time to hold your bottom lip open. Heat taking over his mind and painting the most beautiful obscene image he’s ever seen. “Need to taste you.”

Sunghoon cups your face, hauling you closer to his mouth, lips connect to yours, hot mouths intertwining. Licking around without missing an inch, a hunger to try every little piece of you overcomes him. 

He’s so overpowering, shoving you back with his weight, your legs limply cupped over the crook of his elbow. Pushing down, he slithers lower, leaving burning pecks of his lips everywhere. Your flesh throbbing under each taunting collision of his mouth, skin lifted up as if actual marks have been left behind.

It’s nearly disgusting the way his nose dips between your folds, more drunk off your pure feral induced wetness than any alcohol could get him. A string of curses squeeze from between his teeth, biting back the urgent need to ravage you. Wanting to take his time to open you up and let you feel every lick and suck, he tenderly drags up and down your core. A mess of slick coats his chin and lips, skin cooling from the soil of your potent desire for him.

“You’re perfect, such a perfect omega.” Sunghoon cries out, his eyes wrinkle shut, forehead creasing down the center from how hard he’s trying to control the incessant rage to fuck you hard enough to break a hole into the ground.

“Sunghoon…ah, please.” You whine, rolling your hips up. Slick slapping against his chin with a lewd slap, the noisy wetness turning you both on all the more.

“Alpha.” Sunghoon hits the side of your thigh roughly. His eyes rolling up leaving nothing but white behind, possessed as he laps at your clit akin to a hungry dog. Tongue rolling your bundles of nerves just right, jaw hinged open to fully engulf the entirety of your cunt. Teasing at your entrance, he takes time to circle around the pulse of your heat, testing the contracting give with experimental dips. The tip of his tongue tortures your hole, making you squeeze around him and chase after for more.

His tongue travels everywhere, reaching each stop successfully. Earning a shocked gasp from you when he dips in your rim and lavvs across the wrinkled muscle as if it’s his last meal.

“Alpha. Alpha.” You mutter, the hallway walls around you spinning, twisting your mind upside down. He pulls off, face dripping much like this morning. Slick painted across his striking features instead of sweat.

“I know, baby.” Sunghoon nods reassuringly, the loving term instantly melting you. He tugs you closer, robe sliding from your shoulders as he cradles you to his chest, staggering for a moment to stand and pick you up all at once to enter your bedroom and lay you out on the bed.

The Alpha bounces your weight in his hold, taking a few short steps before releasing you to lay flat with your legs dangling off the side. He shimmies between your knees, hips pushing you open side to side to accommodate himself. With your hedonistic gaze darting across his broad frame, he grins and hooks his thumbs under the hem of his shirt.

It’s similar to a cheesy scene out of an 80s romcom movie. Sunghoon playing the role of the heart throb that everyone writes about in their diaries at night, crying out fantasies they can only wish on shooting stars to come true. 

His bodies flawless, built to perfection. Stomach twitching in with each deep breath, scattered with beauty marks that look good enough to trace together and create new constellations make the tips of your fingers itch. Bending forward at your waist to scratch down the sides of his abdomen, you sigh, the hard planes of muscle still soft and smooth despite their appearance. It’s maddening to finally feel him, pinching together the flesh covering his hips, shoving at the jeans keeping you from what you really want.

The smell of his thick girth hits you first, button nearly flying off as you ferociously tug at his jeans. Rapid movements free what you want quickly, his thick hardened length completely shown off. Too heavy to stand on its own as it dangles before your lips half way up to his stomach. Inching forward eagerly, you lick around the tip to savor the pre-cum already leaking from his slit. 

Sunghoon stops you, running fingers through your scalp to softly push you back down on your back. “Later later.. Let me see you.” He insists.

The Alpha stands straight, parting your legs open around his hips with more space to get a good look at your core. Hissing through his teeth, he reaches down to drag the tip of his thumb down your swollen cunt, hole gripping helplessly at nothing. As if you weren’t intent on fucking him until you both pass out. 

Sunghoon groans, swiping his thumb to collect the wad of slick collected at your hole, cleaning it from his fingers as he strokes his length to full hardness. The tip of his size prods your entrance, losing his breath as he runs his hands through his hair and rips at tufts between his fingers. The frustration only further prolonged as you sit up and wrap around his shoulders.

“Please, Alpha. Let me just…” you plea, lifting your ass off the bed to grind up and down the stiff girth. Wet puffed out folds squeeze around his length, the moans emitted between you echoing out around your bedroom. Wet lewd sounds growing louder and louder as you continue, using the power of his muscles to lift yourself up and down with weak hands clamped onto his shoulders.

Slick puddles under your bottom, forming a nasty mess, ass landing repeatedly upon the pool of wetness with each roll of your hips clapping out an obscene sound. Sunghoon’s large palms clutch your waist, gritting his teeth as he takes control and lines up to your hole.

“Oh fuck!” He howls, neck tossed back on full display. The dim light from your window pours down the veins pumping full of blood lined up his throat. His stomach sinks in, chest rising and falling rampantly as his cock thrums maddeningly against the heat of your velvety walls.

“Alpha!” You shout, falling back limply. Sunghoon scoops around you, hips falling into a natural rapid speed, fucking you in earnest. Feeding your cunt every inch of length, the clap of his balls slapping shoots out another gush of slick with each pounding thrust, the mess dripping down his thighs.

“Baby, fuck f-fuck..” Sunghoon moans out, lips hung open above yours. Passing exerted breaths into each other's throats as you fail to capture a kiss under the aggressive cant of his hips. 

“Alpha—ahh, a-ahh” too overwhelmed by his scent and body heat blanketed around you, tears break out between your moans. Too many pleasure filled sensations erupting at once.

“I’m—I’m cumming.” You croon out weakly, clenched down on his length tightly making it harder for his cock to glide through. Sunghoon grunts, throwing the mass of his body into each thrust the more you resist. 

“Fuck!” Shouting past your gritted teeth through your first orgasm only spurs him to fuck you until you know that you only belong to him. 

The Alpha licks at sweat layered on his upper lip, pulling out with another row of slaps to your thigh as he effortlessly throws you down. Lifting you by your waist only to display the power he has over you, he turns you around, thrown back down onto your stomach as if you weigh nothing. Showing no sign of struggle, he mounts the backs of your thighs. Shooting stinging pain up your spine with a fierce strike to your ass.

His cock slips back in, growling raspily as he bites out mumbled words about how tight you still are. With his chest pressed to your back, he steals the last bits of air from your lungs leaving you wide-eyed and gasping, scrambling to reach for the edge of the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sunghoon slurs, hands splayed by the sides of your head as he drops to leave you without room to move an inch. Panting for air, your face turns to take a deep breath, caught in your throat as the flex in his forearms and strain in his biceps radiates before you. Plummeting his hips down, he fucks back in, length filling you deep and full to be nothing but a stupid fuck hole. 

“Ahh! Fuck!”” Whimpering, you aimlessly try to lick up and down his right arm. The Alphas eyes grow large gazing ahead, drawn away from the loud smack of your ass on his hips. He lowers again to press you down completely, arms sinking around your neck to place you in a chokehold.

“Is this what you want?” Sunghoon tightens his biceps. Fucking you harder, left with no choice but to suck in struggled breaths the faster he rams into you; choking coughs behind his rippling bicep hitting your chin as he squeezes your neck tighter. Your ass bruises under every impactful hit of his hips, cock pistoning inside at a near inhumane speed, hitting just right where you need. Croaking pathetically, you cry and kick your feet. Fucked by the force of a feral Alpha leaving you with no choice but to submit. “Bite me! Do it!”

His demanding tone has your teeth drilling down, chewing at the meaty muscle in front of you. Growling worse than a wild rouge Omega thats never encountered Alphas. The taut skin under your mouth blooms in pinks and reds, quickly turning shades deeper as blood rises to the surface. The hiss and growl behind you eggs you on to maul at his bicep more, lapping at the risen skin until the marks satisfy your hunger. 

Sunghoon circles his hips roughly, struck by your unrelenting mouth chewing on his bicep as if you may actually eat him alive. His hips snap into action, returning to squeeze around your neck until you tap at his forearms and scream from the pleasure. 

Sunghoon’s consistent growls boom throughout your room, headboard rocked hard enough to bang against the wall and chip at the paint. 

“Alpha! Knot me! Knot me knot me knot me!!” You chant, crazed and cock drunk. Screaming for cum to rip your insides apart. The crave for Sunghoon’s hot climax suffocates you, eyes rolling to meet the back of your skull at the first expansion of his knot.

The Alphas brutal pace breaks, stretching you open enough for your ass to spread open as his size squishes between your thighs and the Alphas load spills. Satiated you beyond relief for a moment, your hands weakly flop down. Leaving behind raw marks of nails and bites all over his built meaty arms, something to look forward to later when he walks around shirtless. Modeled like a true Alpha, proud to be marked up by an Omega.

“You like that?” Sunghoon gasps, sucking up the sweat draping your nape. Warm words breathed against your skin muddle your thoughts deeper into a lost abyss. “Like how I fuck you full baby?”

With another jolt of his hips, his arms loosen around your throat, reaching down around your waist to lay your bodies onto your sides. Knot lodged in place as endless shoots of cum fill up your womb.

His knot stretches you open for what feels like hours, pussy lips swollen and hugged around him as he softens. Sunghoon stays as still as possible to not cause you any discomfort, a pained hiss fleeing his lips as your cunt sucks around him begging for more.

Cuddling up to your back, he smooths a large palm down past the dip of your waist; ending at your hip to trace soft circular motions. A deep humm sounds from his chest, vibrating down your spine. 

You squirm, smushing your bottom down on against his hips; persistent that he fuck you again, and again. 

“Shh shhh, stay like this for a little baby. You’re so tight, have to get you used to what a real Alpha feels like.” Sunghoon cooes, kissing up your shoulder to your ear finishing in a heated whisper. His tongue dips inside, licking between each crevice. Soft cock beating akin to a heart inside of your wet core, he thrusts up only once, size twitching as he expands. Hips circling, stirring your guts with the tip of his cock nestled against your cervix.

“Mmm Alpha…big..” you mewl, too strung out to form anything more coherent. Rubbing your cheek on your bedding carrying Sunghoon’s most primal scent.

“I’ll have you formed to take my cock soon. Leave you fucked so full of cum every day, take care of you through every heat baby. Leave you hung off my knot until it’s all you know.” Sunghoon goes on, grumbling nonsensically.

“..every heat?” You ask, tightening around his length, chubbing back up as he grows and stretches your walls apart. Each vein lining his thrumming girth pulses inside of you faster as excitement builds.

“Every. Single. One.” Sunghoon nibbles down the expanse of your throat, sharp teeth sinking in your shoulder, pulling out to just the tip. He thrusts in one full go leaving you choking for air. “You’re my omega now.”

“It’s only been a few weeks Hoonie, you can’t miss me that much.”

“Don’t you ever miss it out here though?” Sunghoon’s voice blends with the waves crashing mere feet before him, his teeth taking up more than half of your phone screen as he waves an arm toward the ocean. Large toothy smile full of happiness.

That type of care-free ‘life is weightless in this moment’ happy. One of those rare joys only present under warm sun, spending his last days back home stuck at the beach before university takes up his days to come.

He lets out a laugh, rumbling deeply through your phone's speaker, jogging away as the tide catches up to him and falling to his knees on a dry patch of sand. He leans in closer displaying the high pink glow simmering across his round cheeks.

“Burying your toes in the sand..” Sunghoon sighs, eyes fluttering shut for a minute to enjoy the thick salt water breeze. Damp dark locks frame around his forehead, blowing softly with the breeze. He sucks air between his teeth, tasting the last days of summer on his tongue. “Coming out here late at night, counting all the constellations. Pretending to act scared whenever we swore we spotted flying saucers..”

“I never liked the water much honestly.” You groan, adjusting onto an elbow to admire the Alphas brightly lit features closer. The three weeks since you’d last seen each other felt like months now. From late night texts that quickly escalated to heavy exerted breaths through the line; passing secrets of lust and desires that would be hard to reveal face to face.

“You don’t like water?!” He clutches at his chest dramatically, letting out a broken hearted sigh. “Why are you trying to ruin all of my memories of you walking out of the ocean in slow motion? You have no idea how many ruts those have helped me through.”

“Alpha, I had no clue you were this much of a pervert.” Your eyes roll playfully, easing deeper into your bed under the tune of Sunghoon’s vocals, interrupted with occasional laughter. Quietly listening with your face half buried in a pillow as his banter grows into an argument he’d had with Mingyu earlier. 

“I told him! That’s MY razor! He’s so stubborn! Hasn’t even lived at home for years yet still manages to find ways to annoy me.” He sneers, causing you to hide away from his view to calm your traitorous heart.

Even his whining is cute.

Clearly he’d done quite the number on you.

Sunghoon pipes up again, continuing on in an even whinier tone about how you keep disappearing from the camera.

“Hey..can I call you later?” The Alpha asks with a hint of shyness, chin tucked in.

“Of course you can, little baby.” You snicker, amused. “So polite.”

“I don’t know, what if you’re sick of me already.” Now his eyes roll, putting forward a nonchalant act, a mildly defensive one. “I’ve been calling you everyday, you know.”

Flush spills down your cheeks, filling your chest with warmth. “I’ll never get sick of you.”

Sunghoon calls right as you climb into bed ready to relax, mentally preparing scenarios of rapturous dreams to peel away the day's exhaustion.

Thick eyebrows and a wrinkled forehead take over your phone screen, knitted together with confusion.

“Can you turn your light on?” He asks, desperately, slowly extending out his arm to unveil the bare planes of his defined chest muscles. “Was kind of hoping we could..”

The camera lowers enough to catch a glimpse of hip indentations, tight stomach muscles and a patch of hair leading to heavenly bliss.

“Ah, Alpha, is that why you called me so late?” Stifling back a yawn, you peak at the time as you reach for your bedside lamp. 11:45pm, a real nightcap.

“We haven’t tried this over video yet.” Sunghoon’s eyebrows bounce suggestively.

“Did you just take a shower?” You note the water droplets clinging to the ends of his hair, cascading down his chest as they fall.

He angles the camera lower, propping it against some container to capture all of his torso, built arms, broad shoulders and long neck.

“I did..” his voice lowers, reaching off camera just below his navel. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Alpha, are you?…”

“Last time, when you were biting me..” Sunghoon smirks, his eyes shadowed and nearly cut off from your view. Lips twitching at the corners as his bicep begins to jerk, beginning to stroke his length out of view. “That's all I can think about now.”

“W-when do you think about it?” You flush, dipping inside of your underwear. A rush of slick trickles through your fingers, passing back and forth to smear it around. Sunghoon’s muscles flex delectably, biting back a groan.

“All the time..let me—let me see.” He pleads, stepping back far enough to catch a glimpse of the base of his shaft. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

Acting fast, you shove up on the bed, setting your phone against a pillow with one hand. A row of curses echo, Sunghoon pulling at his length to hit his stomach with a loud slap, palm flattened as he rubs. Precum spreads around the center of his abs creating a line of gloss down the middle of his abdominal, biting down a groan.

“I think about biting you too..” He mutters, keeping his moans as quiet as possible in his bedroom back home. “Mark you up, leave a piece of me all over you. Bite you hard enough to scar, remind you who you belong to.”

His breath catches, wrapping around his size as he gains speed. Clutching onto whatever his phone sits on with his free hand, his stomach caves in, jerkily twisting up to meet his working strokes.

“Alpha..” you arch forward, matching up to his movements with your digits. Rubbing your clit in circles, fixated on the way his chest tightens and protrudes out with deep inhales.

“I’m close.” His throat bobs, bending in closer. Hunched over in half as he rapidly pulls at his cock. Throaty grunts charge through your core, writhing up imagining him on top of you easily like this.

“Ughhh Hoon..” you whimper, eyebrows bunched together painfully. As quiet as he tries to be, the growl behind each stifled moan is enough to stir your gut into a frenzy.

Choked gasp of air fills the room, both of you climaxing seconds apart. Chasing the relief of release from days of pining through text messages and calls.

“I haven’t—that—ever..” you let out a laugh between exhausted sighs. Orgasm crashing through the end of your spine like a car wreck, head still spinning watching Sunghoon’s glistening cum-coated abdomen twitch. He’s chewing over his bottom lip, continuously dribbling cum, shooting weakly and haphazardly between the etched lines across his stomach.

“Me either..fuck..” he’s says breathlessly, dragging fingers through his re-dampened sweaty locks. “Can’t wait to see you.”

“You make my brain hurt, Alpha.” You giggle, dropping your face to the side holding back a yawn.

“I can make more than that hurt.”

It’s reminiscent of the first time you reunited with Sunghoon all over again, your heart pounds erratically. Nervous pangs pierce through your gut, shoes scuffing against the sidewalk the more rapid your pacing grows.

His dazzling smile feels like a punch through your ribcage, lodging a row of breaths in your lungs as he walks over to you.

He's as handsome as ever, black hair quaffed away from his face. A beaming smile pushing his cheeks up that radiates even more in person. A baby Alpha in all of his glory, flourishing under rays of sunlight, as if the sky was made only for him.

“Hey” his voice breaks your haze, the sound of Sunghoon’s heavy bag landing on the pavement barely registers. Built arms encase your waist, swiftly swooping you from the ground.

A round of careless laughter swirls around. The Alphas nose searches for easy access to your neck as deep inhales tickle along your scent gland, close enough for Sunghoon’s eyelashes to flutter against your jaw.

“Sunghoon!” You shriek, dropping your forehead to his shoulder sheepishly. Thick palms slip down tightly gripping over your backside. The Alphas chest rumbling as he squeezes and lets go repeatedly.

“I missed you so much.” He whispers, delivering a light slap to your bottom. Setting you back on your feet to get a good look at your face. “Three weeks is much too long.”

“You’re toooo much.” It’s hard to not whine under the Alphas trained gaze, his affect more powerful than you were willing to accept.

“But you like it.” Sunghoon’s grin expands, twirling your figure around gleefully. “It’s not like I finally grabbed your attention by being too little.”

The added flex of his biceps is meant to be nothing but impromper. Tugging your face into the warmth of his chest, lips brush along your earlobe.

“If I remember correctly, you enjoyed how much I am. Over and over again, until your eyes fell into the back of your head.” He goes on, murmuring softly. “Has anyone ever fucked you like that? Made you die and come back to life?”

You’re tempted to fan yourself as you pull away. Palms lingering on his defined pecs longer than you should.

“College did a real number on you.” Your eyes roll. No need to further stress yourself over how much experience he’d gained the past few years. The smooth attitude and natural confidence was enough. Far from the young boy who threw a tantrum the one time you were asked to babysit him.

This Sunghoon, he knew what he was doing. He knew how to finesse for what he wanted. Masked intent of a vulture hidden behind that perfect smile.

“Now, before you toss me down to the floor and eat me alive in front of all these innocent bystanders—let’s get going.” You motion along to your car. Failing to not notice the flex and contorts in Sunghoon’s bared arms. The way his forearms twitch as he hauls up his bag setting off alarms.

“Would that be so bad? If I took you right here.” He answers lacking sarcasm. Trailing close behind you. He nods to a nearby bench. “I like the idea.. of getting caught.”

Unlocking your car, you open the passenger door for him. A need to knock him off his high horse for just a second.

“That’s a bit much don’t you think?” You snicker, ignoring how flustered he already has you. “Your chariot awaits, Madam.”

Sunghoon’s blinding smile returns. Slowly analyzing your face, noting the way your gaze darts around him. Avoiding direct eye contact. His throat clears, leaning in closer.

“I’m into whatever you’re into, baby. None of that toxic masculinity Alpha bullshit.”

“You’re really so..” you bristle, shaking your head. Resisting an incessant urge to smile back.

“I’m really soooo..” he sighs, throwing his bag inside. Chin coming to rest on the opened car door. Blinking too fast reminds you of old times. Your best friend's little brother staring at you over the couch. Pouting until you’d invite him to sit by your side during movie nights.

“Yea. You are.” You end it there. Tapping the car door, directing him to climb in. With a smirk and a lifted brow, Sunghoon settles inside the car.

Never one to waste time, he compliments your dress. Thankful that a push of a button reved your engine to life. An image of fumbling your keys with sweaty fingers passes by dreadfully.

“Is it possible you’ve gotten even more beautiful since the last time I saw you?” Sunghoon lets out a sappy sigh. Reaching out for your hand closest to him, tracing the tips of your knuckles. He’s relentless.

“Ah.. stop..” you wave his touch off. Ignoring how much warmer everything felt with the Alpha near. The spectacle he made back at the train station was enough to leave you embarrassed and thirsty. “I’m driving now, behave yourself.”

“I could drive..” Sunghoon makes no effort to hide his stare. Scanning your exposed thighs up to your tapered waist. A cute dress bringing all of your curves to light. You had to know he was going to scoop you up by your ass after three weeks of masturbating over the phone. “You could do something else.”

You scoff turning into a neighborhood. GPS navigating through the speakers to avoid heavy traffic this way. Sunghoon peeps through the windshield noting an empty street, advancing with his chance to make a move. A large palm splays over your thigh, inching his fingertips between where you’re squished together.

“Alpha..” you gasp in surprise. Gripping the wheel tighter, stretching skin across your knuckles painfully. “What are you doing?”

“Pull over.” Sunghoon lowers his voice. Pinching the delicate warmed skin between your legs.

“You need to wait..” you start, subtly glancing around the street for an area to park.

“I can’t wait. It’s been weeks. I’m serious. You’re lucky I didn’t take you back there at the station.” Sunghoon bites down on his lip. Firm grasp growing more aggressive, kneading over your inner thigh like doe. “I can smell you leaking for me already.“

“Sunghoonnnn…” you drag out his name just to taunt him. Already reversing into a spot, car jerking thanks to the Alpha shifting into park before you’ve straightened out. “Sunghoon!”

The next thing you know a clicking sound echoes. Seat belt whipping off his shoulder, freeing himself to crawl over the divide. Sunghoon prowling like a starved Alpha, discovering his meal for the day.

“Come here.” His voice turns gruff, muffled. Adjusting your weight off the seat enough to squeeze himself underneath.

“You’re a nuisance!” You squeal. Burying into his chest uncomfortably. Legs stretched out onto the neighboring seat. Sunghoon circles under your thigh, pulling you apart. Throwing your calf over the steering wheel leaving your center exposed.

“Fuck, and you’re dripping wet.” The grin in his tone breaks free. Gathering your dress up with his other hand, burying his chin into your shoulder watching your thighs tremble. “Who’s that for? That for Alpha, baby?”

“Someone could see!” You attempt to pry from his hold. Knee bending over the wheel, clothed core facing the windshield. Anyone walking by would see everything.

“That’s the point.” Sunghoon growls. Nibbling his way up your jaw, sucking on your earlobe. Two fingers dip between your slit pushing the drenched down cotton in. Panties soaking up slick shamefully fast, cunt pushing out around the fabric the harder he seeps inside. “I asked you a question. Who are you this wet for?”

“Hoon..” you whine, twitching against him. Watching through squinted eyes as your core becomes exposed. Underwear completely wedged up inside of you, nestled dangerously deep. Pressing friction on your clit with each swipe of his digits. Slick glosses over his hand, pouring out ferociously.

Sunghoon’s flattened palm smacks down on your mound. Biting roughly at your earlobe with a sound of disappointment. “Do you want this to hurt? I won’t be nice.”

He gathers your weakened underwear, tugging it up roughly. Sending your hips flying up chasing after the painful sting. Engorged clit throbbing painfully the more he tugs at the fabric. Playing with you like a puppet master, left limp, moving at his will.

“Alpha…Alpha..” your neck drops releasing the saddest sob. Sunghoon huffs on your cheek, breath catching from the helpless need emitting.

“My Omega.” He sighs. Pinching your folds over the cotton. Rubbing your aching core back and forth torturously. “Get this wet for me, for your Alpha.”

“Yes yes, it’s for you. It’s for you.” You start to blabber. Rolling your hips up in hopes of something more. “Alpha, it’s for you. Please, please let me.”

“You wanna cum?” Sunghoon mouths your cheek. Squishing into your face, watching the way your eyes roll back up close. Feathery eyelashes fluttering, skin folding between your brows. All of it awakening primal hunger inside. Biting back a growl on your jaw as he fingers your clit. Underwear ruined, see through from the slick dripping down to mid-thigh.

“Alpha..make me—“ your eyes clench shut, teeth gritted. The sound of a car engine revving up stiffening your jerking motions. “Sunghoon!”

“Not so shy anymore are you baby?” He grins, sucking over where your jaw meets your neck. Plunging his digits inside your heat with an aggressive shake. Fingers buried deep throttling your climax forward. Fucking down into the sweet sensation, finally hitting your insides.

“A-Alpha…Alpha!” You scream, arching up hard. Loose leg shaking out, fucked into rough and deep. Orgasm breaking, shooting slick through the air across to the passenger seat. Flowing out around Sunghoon’s hand cupped around your cunt. “Oh fuck!”

Sunghoon’s ragged breaths fill your ears. Eyes blown out in awe watching the way you pour out like a fountain. Squirting far enough to hit the window.

“All that for Alpha?” He questions only to mock you. Dragging his fingers free and landing a smack over your sopping panties. “Where am I supposed to sit now?”

“I—sorry…Alpha.” You spew. Face turning side to side not even registering anything he’s saying anymore. Sunghoon tsks, sitting you both up straight, rubbing circles on your sore inner thighs.

“Alpha has to do everything for you.” Sunghoon laps up your cheek. Enjoying the taste of tears, his tears. Fallen from your sockets for him. He works over the column of your throat, sucking on tender skin roughly. Sinking his teeth in with a desire for more.

“We..” you mewl, flailing your arms out in search of the wheel. “We need to go.”

With a vexed sigh, he nods. Returning you to your seat with no issue, he makes way back to the other side. His knees meet the floor first, giving you an overly confident look. Dark pools stay fixated on you as the Alphas neck cranes lower. Tongue hung out slurping up the puddle of your slick coating the passenger seat.

“Oh my God.”

Sunghoon looks crazed, sadistic. Rubbing his lips together savoring every hint hidden in your essence. With a vulgar drag of his lips he slurps aggressively. Popping his mouth off with a pleased sound. He winks, sitting down, licking any residue left behind on his chin.

Your bottom jumps up, startled at the sound of your ringtone. Tongue-tied, steadfastly losing any type of coherence after the show Sunghoon had just put on.

“Shit. It’s your brother.” You nibble on your bottom lip with quick panic. Shooting the Alpha a glance at your side, silently saying ‘be quiet’ before answering Mingyu’s call. “Oppa, why are you always calling me at the worst times? I’m driving.”

Sunghoon’s stare traces over your features. Dragging his tongue slowly around the roof of his mouth to quell annoyance. Tickled with a familiar tinge of jealousy. One he’s carried for years. Endless days watching you flirt with Mingyu, the both of you denying any rumors you were ever more than friends. Rumors that only increased once you’d presented.

He bites down on the tip of his tongue. Moving on it’s own the more you carry on conversation. Thrumming his fingertips along the door for some calm. He wards off the clear memories of all the times you’d tease Mingyu. Pouting and widening your eyes as you’d whine in the cutest voice. ‘Oppa? Buy it for me pleaseee.’

“Yes yes. Your brother made it in one piece.” You huff. Mingyu going on about how his baby brother could be a handful, but had a good heart despite it.

“He’s still immature. Has some growing up to do. I think time in Seoul on his own will help him gain independence. Don’t baby him too much though alright?” Mingyu rambles. Making you squirm in your seat with the constant reminder that Sunghoon’s younger. Immature.. has a lot to learn.

“I think he’s more mature than you’re letting on.” You say. Maybe it’s a sense of maturity Mingyu wouldn’t understand.. one that you had only come to understand recently yourself.

“Ah, he’s a charmer right?” Mingyu snickers. Scoffing under his breath. “Don’t let that perfect smile fool you! He’s an imbecile, I’m serious. Surprised he even got into Seoul University. Don’t get me wrong, we’re all proud. Surprised though.”

“You’re an imbecile.” You jest, laughing at the sound of offense playing through your phone. “It takes one to know one, ya know? We have to get back on the road. Traffic is finally dying down.”

You and Mingyu begin your goodbyes. Was he always this impossible to get off the phone? An imbecile, truly.

“Alright alright.” Mingyu chuckles. “Thank you again for helping Hoon out like this, yea? Really owe you one. I’ll have to visit soon, take you out for dinner.”

“Yea yea yea. I’ll believe it when I see you picking up the check before I can even steal a look.” Your eyes roll. Ready to remind Mingyu he still owes you $10. “Anyway. Talk soon okay? Take care of yourself.”

Hanging up, you toss your phone down. Pulling your seatbelt back on with a shimmy back into your seat. Better to have not strung along conversation further. Mingyu could really talk your ear off if you’d let him.

“Oppa?” Sunghoon startles you with the raised question.

“Huh?” You blink your attention back to him with confusion.

“You called Mingyu.. Oppa…” Sunghoon shrugs. “Haven’t heard that in awhile s’all.”

“I did? Oh, ahh. Old habits die hard I guess.” You send him back a shrug. Refocusing on the GPS to get you home. Currently rerouting to find the best way around traffic.

“It’s interesting that you ever called him that to begin with.” Sunghoon continues. His tone carrying no real emotion despite whatever was going on in his head. “You’re only a few months younger than him, right?”

“Well, yea.” You reply uninterested. Watching yourself back-up through the rearview mirror. Speeding off faster than you should through a residential neighborhood. Your fingers drum over the steering wheel, pursing your lips in thought. “Mingyu used to ask me to. Something about how it made him feel ‘cool’ when other people heard it.”

Sunghoon hums, reaching across the gap between your seats. Thumb falling into caressing strokes over your knee. Gaining a surprised small jolt from you in reaction. His brow quirks, turning to face you.

“What if I asked you?” Sunghoon says. Still casual. Casual enough to pass as a silly joke. Even fooling around, Sunghoon’s demeanor never changed very much.

Gaging it as taunting you respond with a bored laugh. Rolling your eyes to the side quick enough for him to catch.

“Very funny. Sunghoonie Oppa? Is that what you want to hear?” You emphasize his name. Vocals growing in pitch, popping your lips as the honorific passes. Sunghoon’s fingers stroking your knee come to a halt. He digs in abruptly, jaw tightening. Setting a fierce lowered gaze on you. Hard enough to have you distracted at a stop sign. Annoying the driver across from you, waving angrily as they pull ahead.

“Sunghoon Oppa.” He says, more stern. Skirting up the expanse of your thigh with a squeeze.

You snort, continuing to drive around the streets. Nervously pressing on the gas harder with each sweep of fingertips along your inner thigh.

“Yea right. I’m not calling you that.”

“Say it.” Sunghoon pinches at your tender flesh with the command. Nudging his chin forward, expressing for you to go on. “Come on, indulge me a little.”

You guffaw, slapping ridiculously on the tattered leather cover protecting your wheel. He was joking, had to be joking. Sunghoon pinches again, harder this time. Thumbnail digging deep enough to leave a crescent shape behind.

“Ow!” You jump up a little, slapping his hand away quickly. “God, what’s wrong with you? That hurt.”

Sunghoon doesn’t budge. Brown irises turning cold as he wraps around your upper thigh. Landing heavily, sending a slapping sound of skin on skin throughout the car.

“Say it.” Sunghoon bites out. Groping over your leg firmly. Your back stiffens, suppressing the moan wishing to embarrass you. With a swallow you step on the brake pedal at a red light. Lowering your stare to the hand splayed over your thigh.

“Sunghoon..Oppa.”

Breath sucks through his teeth loudly. Adam’s apple bouncing with a swallow. Giving you a nod in approval as you return to driving.

Your cheeks heat up, embarrassed of yourself, or aroused. The two muddling together too often these days thanks to the Alpha.

“I like how that sounds.” Sunghoon leans back. Never releasing his hold on your leg. Gazing outside of the window at passing by buildings. Repeating the soft defeated way you’d said his name. Mouthing ‘Oppa’ to his reflection pleased.

“You have me for the next week, you know?” Sunghoon looks pleased, slumped at the corner of your couch. Calves strung over his lap as he insisted. Complaining about how your feet hurt on the way up only led to a playful argument until you caved and allowed him to run his knuckles into your soles. Massaging away any of the weeks tiresome memories.

“That I do..” you smile to hold back a wanton whimper the harder his knuckles dig circles into the bottom of your foot. “Anything you wanna do?”

“Can we check out that park down the street? I wanna get a little exercise in. I feel all tight after that long train ride.” Sunghoon suggests. Offering even to drive so you can relax a bit.

You’d expected the Alpha to spark an idea to shower, try the rooftop jacuzzi, anything to get you in less clothes. Surprised he would rather do something active that didn’t require much touching.

The park wasn’t very busy when you arrived. Late enough for younger kids to already have headed home, but early enough for teens to still hang around at tables. Recalling the days that it was you and Mingyu. Sneaking out until sunrise just to feel free, away from any parental rules.

Sunghoon passes by you like a gust of hot air. He was always warm, maybe too warm in comparison to how you felt. Noting the chill summer wind, strong enough to make every hair on your arm stand.

“Wanna try playing me?” He grins, spinning a ball between his hands expertly. You huff a laugh.

“I’m really bad at basketball, you know that right?” You express wearily. Eyeing the way Sunghoon’s shirt clings to his back muscles. Sweat drenching down the center bringing the light defined shoulder blades. Why was he already so sweaty?

“I’ll go easy on you.” He winks, bending down in search for one of the waters you’d packed. Throat parched since the route up to Seoul. Sunghoon asking you to throw in some extras because he’d been extra thirsty.

You probably should have paid better attention. Gaze stuck on his shorts riding up, thighs squishing as he squats. Planning on how to pants him when he shoots as you eye over how perky and round his butt looks.

He turns standing up fast interrupting your thoughts. Full brows knitted together appearing frustrated.

“You’re still using suppressants?” Sunghoon’s scowl deepens. The foiled packet of pills wrinkles between his fingers. Veins trailing his inner wrist pulsate at rapid speed.

“Sunghoon, don’t start.” You try to snatch them away. His palm slaps over your forearm pausing your attempt. Fingers burning where they land. His skin feels bubbling hot against yours. The wave of fire sparking from his grip powerful enough to turn you into a pile of ashes. “You’re..you’re burning up..”

His eyes drag up, deep brown hidden by an electric red. Your throat hitches, breathing out a silent gasp in panic. Sunghoon’s rut finally snapped.

“Alpha, you.. your rut. You didn’t tell me!”

He hauls your weight forward, colliding into his chest. Ignoring your accusation. Snarling and throwing the pills aside. “I told you to stop using those.”

“Alpha, I have to. You’re not always here..” you struggle a bit. Rapidly turning uncomfortably hot.

“I’m here now.” He snaps. Hands suddenly all over your waist, trailing to your ass. Back up to your arms. Urgently needing to latch his scent all over you. “I’m never leaving your side again.”

“Hoon..Sunghoon..Oppa.” You start to stutter, lowering your tone. Weakened by every burning graze of skin.

The Alphas eyes flicker bright red excitedly. Circling your waist until you’re flushed flat together.

“We can’t Alpha. Not here.” You’re already far gone. Sunghoon’s scent intensifying under the claim of rut. Slamming your chest to dive in, split open at the seams, penetrated by every inch of the Alpha.

“Shh shhh.” Sunghoon pinches your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. Training your hazed gaze on him. The sweat dripping down planes of his face catch your focus. Licking your lips in hopes of a taste.

He makes you walk backward until the backs of your thighs meet cool metal. Warming up as soon as your flesh rests there.

“Now now, would Oppa ever do anything to make you uncomfortable?” Sunghoon tuts, nudging the tip of his nose to your forehead.

“Mmm..” you let out more of a whine than you wanted to. Clear consciousness long gone, letting him nod your head in agreement. Sunghoon gives the small park a quick once over, it’s relatively empty, spare a few teens probably hiding in the bushes up to no good.

“No one will see us. Listen to Oppa, and everything will be okay. Can you do that?” He’s whispering, slowly enunciating everything with a cuter tone. Opposite to the grip digging into your ass. A smack follows, nudging his chin up. “Better we hide. Get up there baby, I’ll take care of you.”

Hesitating for less than a second, you climb up the few bars intended for children to use. Sunghoon’s palms encourage you to move faster, pushing your ass up until you land on the metal playground. With a look around you note how dark it is now. Nightfall leaves the park emptied, nothing much but sound of light breeze surrounding you.

“See? I told you, always trust Oppa.” Sunghoon places you on his lap. Hauling your hips to straddle him. Licking at the seam of your lips for an entrance. He cripples you with needy kisses. Nipping at your lower lip when you trap his tongue with a suck.

“Let’s play another game. One I know you’re better at.” His grins laced with deviant intent. Flattened palm on your chest pushing you down until your back lays flat on the metal flooring. Sunghoon tugs the straps of your tank top down, pleased to find no bra in the way. Swirling his tongue around your nipple with a fixated gaze.

“Every part of you tastes so good.” He sucks on your hardened bud. Biting your areola hard enough to leave marks. Payback.

The breeze traveling by aiding in the goosebumps unraveling on your chest. Waist sinking forward to catch more of his sucking lips.

“Alpha..” you whimper. Cheeks heated up enough to melt tears from your eyes. Twisting your brows together frustrated. Sunghoon cups your mound over your shorts. Thumb pressing between your folds.

“Say it.” He repeats, exactly as he had earlier.

“..Oppa” you start nervously, writhing into his palm. “Want you inside please please.”

“Where do you want Oppa? Tell me where. Tell Oppa exactly where you want him.” He retorts dumbly. Sucking your nipple with a rough pull until you croon.

“Want Oppa…in my pussy, please?” You wail, ending in tears. So embarrassed and turned on you can’t differentiate the two any longer.

Sunghoon’s smirk widens. Landing a slap between your thighs before moving back enough to strip your bottoms off. Tossing them away, ending up at the top of a slide. He reaches for his sweats pushing them just above his knees. Wrapping a fist around his cock with a smooth stroke. Tip thick and shiny with precum. Cunt burning at the visual, stretching legs apart further to entice him in.

Sunghoon’s Alpha takes over, fucking into you with one quick thrust. Moans hitching in your throats from the sudden sensation. Girthy cock pulsing between your sleek coated walls. “You’re so fucking wet already, oh my God.”

Sunghoon’s mouth hangs open in ‘O’. Digging fingers into your hips, he starts off rough, fucking hard right off. He’s big, too big, ripping open your walls with each wet dip of his length.

“Wet for you, want you s-so much. Alpha, fuck me! Fuck me until I pass out, please.” Your voice cracks in plea. Tears welling up and spilling freely. Having to blink away the blur that Sunghoon’s frame has become the more rapidly he moves.

His throat tightens, forcing past your clenched heat. Your requests hitting his ear drums like a strike of lightning. Ramming deeper to ensure giving you what you want.

You look debauched, eyes and lips swollen. Cheeks puffy with heat, stained by agonizing pleasured tears. Voice cracking from moaned screams, dry breaths you can’t find between the Alphas jackhammering lower half.

Sunghoon’s hips jerk to a stop, catching a light sound of keys jangling. Doe eyes squinting as he tries to pick up footsteps. Noisy leaves and grass crunching closer and closer. His palm traps the moans singing from your lips. Flattening over the bottom half of your face.

He leans in, shoving a finger over his lips to press against the back of his hand. “You have to be quiet, we’ll get caught. Be quiet for me? For Oppa?” He whispers. Swiveling his hips slowly, cock snagging on a sweet spot deep inside you.

Your cries end muffled, tears streaking down to your sweat drenched hair. Loose neck dropping your head back to hit the metal playground. Sunghoon cursing, shushing you again. Driving you mad with slow thrusts, hollowing out a space for his cock.

Sunghoon’s teeth tug in his lips, fighting back growls. Ravishing in the drool forming under his palm. The way your eyes expand, blinking away tears clumping your eyelashes together. Desperately clawing at his ribs for some purchase. Grinding between your folds maddeningly until he hears nothing. Nothing but crickets and birds flying by. Nothing but your anguished trapped squirming pleasured moans.

He smears your spit over your cheeks upon releasing you. Too busy gasping for air to fill your chest to care. Coughing and shaking as thrusts return to a demanding pace.

“Good Omega, fuck baby, you’re so good listening to me like that.” He utters, quickly rewarding you with loving pecks. Sweet and caring, doting like a good Alpha ready to go to war for his mate. Thinking about it erupts tremors up your back. Shivering until your lips tremble between each kiss.

“Whose my baby? Hmm?“ Sunghoon asks with a pointed thrust. Fucking hard, pulling a whimper from your gut with a particularly sharp jabbing roll of his hips.

“M-me.” You cough, smiling through the endless fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Sunghoon knocking you breathless pumping deep inside. Full, too full and cock drunk to process much anymore.

“Know how much you love my cock baby. The way you gawked when I got on camera.” Sunghoon breathily rants, mostly to himself. Drilling into your sopping pussy impossibly fast. Fucking hard enough to jerk your body up the metal structure little by little. Having to dig your nails into the dip of his waist for some control. “So fucking desperate for me. Desperate to get fucked. Like a good little Omega slut.”

“Alpha!” You shout, pleasure building faster, hitting a new high. Bruises bloom on your pelvis with every colliding press. Sunghoon reaches for your shoulders, somehow tugging you closer. Cock hitting at an insane new angle that makes your toes curl in.

“Yea, cum around my cock baby. Cum for me sweet angel. My pretty fucking baby.” He stammers. Cock throbbing, feeling each inch bury in and out. Stretching your walls painfully full. “Fuck my knot into you?” He’s asking, not expecting much of a response. The way your head bounces, hung loose like a lifeless doll indication enough.

The first push at your hole has you squirming back. Hissing, blinking urgently, pulling him closer as best you can despite your bodies initial protest.

“Al-Alpha!” You gurgle, coughing more. Sunghoon hiking your calves onto his shoulders. Bending you in half to find a perfect angle. Knot expanding your hole open with faster with never ending thrusts.

Sunghoon’s sweating heavily, dripping from his chin to your face mixing in with your tears. Panting and huffing like a beast setting your face aflame. Cock punching through your insides with every jostle.

“I’m..Oppa, ah! I’m..” you’re cut off, breaking into a whiny sob. Arching under Sunghoon’s pressing weight, convulsing painfully around the Alphas knot as you cum. Shooting slick between your bodies. Sunghoon grabs his shirt, pulling it away to watch the wetness pool in your belly button. Groaning with a gut stirring roll of his hips.

“You’re so fucking full.” Brown eyes flicker deep red watching the way the tip of his cock protrudes under your navel. Gleaming puddle of slick trembling like the beginning of some horror movie after each thrust.

“Fucking incredible.” He gasps, hips stuttering. Balls emptied, knot lodging him in place to slow down. Cock pulsing in the aftermath, spent enough to cool his heightened arousal.

“So perfect for me.” Sunghoon repeats this often. Knowing your Omega needs reassurance of doing a good job satisfying your Alpha. Lowering your legs with a soothing rub to your hips until you’re moaning.

He sits up, cock nudging inside making you hiss. Softly cleaning off your face, stroking hair away from your eyes and cheeks. He blows over your slowly drying tears. “So pretty and good for Oppa. The best Omega, all I ever need.”

You’re elated from the caresses, airy kisses faintly painting your cheeks and jaw. Sunghoon’s praises continue until your sobs quell. Transitioning to light sniffles and huffs of breath.

“I’m cold Oppa.” You shiver, hiding deeper inside Sunghoon’s larger frame. Meaty arms encase you protectively, rubbing up and down until you warm up.

Sunghoon helps you into his t-shirt. Risking the night chill to your car to ensure you’re comfortable. “My poor baby, let's go home.”

The Alpha calms enough to drive the few blocks back to your place. Carrying you to your bedroom fast. Practically forgetting to lock your front door in a rush to get you impaled on his length again.

“Alpha..”

“You’ve been so good for me baby. So lucky, finally having a taste of you.” Sunghoon lays you down. Ripping his t-shirt from your frame in a record speed as he kicks off his sweats.

He’s on you in seconds. Draping your thighs on his shoulders until your spine rounds, ass lifted up. Kissing against your core like he knows it hurts. Fucked until you bruised and ached for him, swollen to a painful point.

“Prettiest pussy.” Sunghoon mumbles, soothing your thighs with caresses. “Best I’ve ever had.”

His tongue rolls around your clit, stopping to suck softly. Flicking the tip light enough to burn, making you hiss from the overstimulation.

He’s tender, licking between your folds meticulously. Nothing too rough, savoring the way slick audibly drops from your hole. Gliding lower, his chin grazes your entrance, catching on the way. Lips purse together sucking remnants of his cum from your hole.

He swallows it down, tongue breaching through to pick up anything left behind. Intent to fuck you full of cum until it spills from every hole. Covering every inch of skin in nothing but the Alphas seed until you’re sticky and crying, begging him to stop.

His tongue begins to thrust, groaning vibrations as you squeeze around him. Cunt convulsing needily despite the stinging burn. With a slap to your thigh, Sunghoon sinks in faster. Jaw hinging and cracking from the pressure.

Drawing free he gasps for air, taking in your fucked out mindless appearance hungrily. Slick dripping off his chin landing over his chest like a waterfall.

“Still so wet for me.” He babbles, kisses up from your entrance to your clit. Slurping up slick with his pouting abused lips. “Tight little pussy, all mine. Just for me.”

“Uh-huh..” you try to respond. Voice broken, throat itching between syllables. Sunghoon swooping lower nibbling at your rim has you arching, releasing a gust of air in shock.

“Make you cum again.” He laps and kisses your rim, teasing with just the tip of his tongue. Shaking your thighs in his grip until they clap around his face. “Love every part of you so much.”

He dives back in, slipping the wet muscle inside your ass with ease. Wiggling through past resistance, he groans, eyes rolling up. It’s mind numbing, a heat of humiliation surging through your gut. Diverted away quickly by a thumb pressing down on your clit.

Sunghoon grunts, rubbing your folds side to side messily. Tongue straining inside your ass fighting for dominance until you relax. He keeps a consistent pressure on your clit, relieving you only to smack your pussy. Thrusting in your ass faster, deeper. Nose snagging on your entrance with each dip forward.

“Fuck! Al-Alpha fuck fuck!” You cry, grinding on his tongue. Ass riding the face bouncing between your thighs. “I’m—I—I’m cu-..”

A shout rips out, tossing your head back, slick spouting aggressively from your core. Sunghoon quick to hold you open against your urge to curl in. His face turns side to side with a hung open mouth. Squirt puddling on his tongue, trickling down his throat through your intense climax.

Everything feels good, too good. Nerves electric under each of his calculated movements. Figuring out how to make you shake into a pile of aroused despair.

Sunghoon lowers your legs, hard cock so hot as it glides over your mound. Making you sob and recoil, telling him you can’t with a shake of your head.

“I know, baby.” He grits between teeth. Cock swiping up and down coating in thick amounts of slick. Sunghoon reaches lower, circling fingertips over your puckered rim. Prodding a way in, finding no challenge after eating you out. “Pretty pussy can only take so much.”

You quietly hum, gasping as slick covered bulbous cockhead taps your rim.

“Give your Alpha everything..” his neck bends back, penetrating the suffocatingly tight muscle. Slick gathers around, pushed off his length inch by inch. Guttural groans fall from Sunghoon’s mouth. The veins on his neck burst as he pauses half-way inside.

“Ah fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Too tight for me.”

It’s filthy, animalistic. Sunghoon fucking an obscene sound of wetness gliding into the hilt. Slick bubbling out around his size. Hips roll down, stirring his cock inside, relishing in the death grip milking him.

“F-fuck.” He stutters. Finally cracking despite insatiable need to fuck for hours. Momentarily pacified by the new sensation wrapping around him. “So good taking all of me like this. Such a good Omega. Like how it feels deep in that ass baby? Tell me, tell Oppa how good it feels.”

He’s messy at first, almost slipping out as his hips lift back. Over eagerly thrusting back in making you bounce into him with powerful thrusts. Harder and faster, deeper and deeper.

“Unnngghhh..ye..yes-th” your head reels. Lost to the sound of the Alphas lewd words blending with the noisy sound of skin on skin. Balls clapping loudly with each land.

Your rim tightens up, too boneless to react much beyond a throat ripping shout as another orgasm rises. Sunghoon bends in closer, bracketing your head allowing him to thrust even deeper. Hips angled devilishly, filling your hole up maniacally.

“Want my cum in your ass baby?” He pants into your mouth. Thrusts building, fucking into you even smoother. Sleek coated cock sliding between your ass cheeks with no defiance. Slick squishes out of your core, dripping down past his full sack. Clapping against your lower back faster with rapid chase for release.

You nod, mouthing a ‘yes’, you think. Blanking out too much to fathom any type of response.

Sunghoon pulls your legs around his back, your ankles knocking together under the force behind each thrust. Hole splitting open around his throbbing mass mercilessly fucking in and out. In and out until you’re reaching euphoric high.

“There! Right there! Alpha!!” You scream, arching against his weight. Hips dig into your ass ferociously. Sunghoon’s carnal need fucking you at an inhumane pace. Every one of his muscles fatigued, stiffly flexed and dripping with sweat.

“Yea? Love how I claim all your holes.” He mumbles. Breath unsteady, pressing your sweating bodies together fiercely. “Fuck you like you’re only mine. Until all you think about is your Alphas cock keeping you full.”

His cock never falters, ramming in full of power. Your mouth open and shutting, imagining words to reply with. All muddled and lost to the Alpha fucking you inside out.

Sunghoon cups your cheeks, shaking you enough until you look at him. Veins bulge from the sides of his forehead. Thrusts growing sloppy, his lips pull back in a painful stretch. Gritting out how good you feel, how much he loves everything about you. Lips smash into yours, stealing your breath. Capturing the scream threatening to escape.

Jerking wildly the Alphas hips jolt to a stop. Chest caving, blacking out as the toughest orgasm rushes through him spine to balls. Spilling copious amounts of seed, enough to find a way out. Dribbling around his softening length down to your lower back. A mess of cum all over the bed combining with sweat and slick.

The entire room reeks of sex, love, humid like a 110 degree summer day. Scent seeping into your walls for weeks to come.

His forehead knocks into yours. Damp skin rubbing together roughly. Making you both wrinkle your eyes shut attempting to inhale some air. Sunghoon adjusting his weight off to the side on a propped forearm. Cock jostling but staying locked inside of you. Waiting until you fully relax to avoid whining and hurting your feelings with the thought that your Alpha would wish to be anywhere else.

“Can’t c-can’t move Alpha.” You whimper, trying to grasp at your bed sheets. Fingertips numb to the touch. Sunghoon coos, kissing and licking your face clean like a pup in love.

“Don’t move baby, Oppa will take care of you.” He mumbles between gentle pecks, nuzzling the tip of your nose with the lightest brush of his. “Rest a bit. I’ll get you fed and run you a bath. Anything for my perfect Omega.”

Your eyes flutter open some hours later to the sound of knocking paired with your doorbell ringing. Throat attempting to clear away some of the dryness from overuse. Sunghoon holds your shoulder down before you can move.

“I ordered food.” He sounds groggy. Doe eyes swollen from the nap. He yawns, pecking up your cheek with a smile. “I’ll get it. You grab the plates?”

“Mmm, food.” Your stomach rumbles at the thought, nodding and hissing as you try to sit up. Soreness radiates throughout your limbs. More tender than usual with Sunghoon massaging your hips and thighs while you slept.

“Take your time.” He winks, hobbling into a pair of boxers on his way out.

Limping out of your room after him, Sunghoon’s broad back looks too enticing. Coming to wrap around behind him as he opens the front door. Your chin finds rest on his shoulder, sounding warmed and pleased. The mundane sweet moment shattered by a deep awestruck pitch.

“Sunghoon?!”

“Hyung?!”

“Mingyu!” Your pleased expression drops. Blood draining from your face meeting your best friends shocked bulging eyes.

“Are you fucking my little brother?!”

┊NOW OUT. two boyfriends dress them up like twins. (psh x afab!reader x kjw)

┊synopsis. youre the head basketball cheerleader at your university and just so happen to be hooking up with the captain of the basketball team, yang jungwon. you may also be hooking up with the co-captain and jungwon’s best friend, sunghoon. what’s the worst that could happen?

┊WORD COUNT. 7.6k

┊WARNING. MINORS DNI. 18+. smut.. porn little plot. reader is messy as fuck. jungwon is also messy. isa is mentioned just for some plot building. p in v, squirting, protected sex (yay), unprotected sex (not yay), face fucking, swallowing, fingering (f. rec) , oral (f&m rec.), threesome, cumming inside, sorta some angst. i think that’s everything!

┊authors note. WOWWW after 5 months, i finally finished and posted this! i’m so sorry for such a delay on this, but i wanted to make sure i put my best into it! i will be working on the next installment of this fic soon! it will definitely not take me five months to post! should i do it in chronological order or who would you guys like to read about next? it’s been a long time since i’ve written a smut fic, so hopefully this is up to your standards! likes & reblogs are appreciated! my asks are also open so please send me some! thank you!!!

┊taglist! @strawberrywonz @denleave1088 @sunjaywoning @having-an-internal-crisis-rn @sjakewrld @lovewonkiki @rikisly @forrds

You loved game days. You loved how everyone would buzz with excitement, how you got to dress up, how many eyes would be on you. Everyone knew who they came to watch, and it wasn’t the basketball team.

Even the team knew it, their eyes lingering a moment too long instead of focusing on the court.

Especially when the captain, Jungwon, would noticeably bite his lip and miss the basketball flying at his head. That was a moment for the books, especially because it was his co-captain Sunghoon. You basked in the attention.

You giggled to yourself at the memory as you adjusted your red bow to sit comfortable at the top of your head.

As you were about to apply your lip gloss, your phone buzzed once, then twice, then three times. You were going to yell at your phone in annoyance, but quickly changed your demeanor when you saw who it was.

wonnie 🎀: hey pretty girl

wonnie 🎀: will i be seeing you tonight?

wonnie 🎀: you ditched me after the last game, i think you should make it up to me?

Instead of replying, you left him on seen. He thinks you owe him because you “ditched” him?

Jungwon is many things, but he is not a fool. He knew that you didn’t ditch him, you just weren’t going to wait around while he felt up one of the other cheerleaders.

So if he considers you ignoring his phone calls and texts asking where you are, or “please pick up angel” ditching him, sure.

You weren’t making it up to him though, that’s for damn sure. However, you’re sure it would be fun to fuck with his head.

y/n 🌷: okay :).

y/n 🌷: i’ll see you after the game.

Your message was almost read immediately, but you quickly closed out of it, not wanting to give him any satisfaction of you waiting for a reply.

Instead, you clicked out of his name, muted his messages, and scrolled to the one you really wanted to see tonight.

y/n: are you busy after the game?

Within seconds, a reply came through.

BEST DICK EVER: for you? never.

y/n: perfect <3. meet at my place?

🤍

The moment the game was over, you felt relief take over your entire body. It was a rough game, and unfortunately your team lost by a plethora of points.

They looked sad, and as hard as you tried to keep cheering them on, even your spirits were slightly crushed.

So as soon as the final buzzer rang and the players went back to their respective locker rooms, you booked it to the parking lot.

There was only so much time you had to get ready, and you couldn’t waste even a moment. Your teammates noticed your quick exit, but decided not to comment on it, towards you at least.

You would have to send out a group message later to explain yourself later, but for now, your mind was set on getting ready for your company.

The first call came in as you were turning into your apartment building, and you decided to let it ring. Maybe Jungwon would think you fell asleep, but you both knew better than that.

The second call came in as you unlocked your door, and this time you decided to answer.

“What?” You asked in an annoyed tone, “I didn’t answer for a reason.”

“Where are you?” Jungwon replied in an even more annoyed tone, “I don’t see you.”

“Because I’m not there,” You threw your keys onto the table and removed your white tennis shoes before walking towards your bedroom, “I have plans.”

“Yeah, I know,” He bit back, “With me.”

“Oh no,”

“What?”

You tried to stifle your laugh at his reaction, “Oh, so you weren’t too busy feeling up Isa to notice that I left?”

Jungwon groaned into the phone, “Get over that y/n, it’s not like we exclusively fuck.”

“Last time I checked, you were begging to see me after that game, begging me to let you hit because you, in your words, couldn’t wait to feel how tight I am around you, couldn’t wait to make me come undone your fingers because I looked so hot cheering for you,” You spat back, “I don’t remember you telling me you meant to send that to her.”

“She approached me, and plus, I tried to call you later that night,”

“I don’t want her sloppy seconds,” You cut him off, “So let’s try this again next week.”

You hung up the phone and threw it on your bed, anger boiling inside, who the fuck did Jungwon think he was? You are nobody’s second option.

Instead of dwelling on Jungwon, you carefully removed your cheer uniform, hanging it up in the closet and removing the bow from your head.

You could not wait to get the tight ponytail out and let your curls breathe before they get ruined in other ways.

Ping!

Again, your phone went off, and you knew it wasn’t Jungwon, he was still muted from earlier. A small smile plastered on your face, and quickly dropped because you were not ready.

You stood in nothing but the team branded sports bra and your safety shorts, but fuck, it didn’t matter. It’s not like they would be on for too long anyway.

BEST DICK EVER: i’m here angel

Quickly, you went to open the door and practically swung it open.

There stood none other than Park Sunghoon. His dark hair was damp from the shower he must’ve taken at the facility, and there was an unreadable glint in his eyes.

“Well, are you going to invite me in or just stare at my arms?”

You scoffed, “Was not.”

You shifted to the left to let him in, eyes lingering on how defined his chest and arms look in that confining white tee.

“Maybe a little,” You admit as he takes his shoes off and makes his way to your couch, “Or a lot.”

Sunghoon took his place on the couch, looking at you expectantly as you made your way to stand between his legs.

“Missed you,” His hands came up to hold your hips, “You did great tonight.”

“Did great or looked great?”

A laugh escaped his lips and his thumb began stroking your hip bone, “Can’t it be both?”

You closed your eyes, basking in his touch for a moment before he pulled you down to straddle his thighs, “You did great tonight too, Hoon. You always do.”

He stared at your features, taking you in as you looked at, biting your lip ever so slightly.

“So,” He broke the silence, hand traveling to the small of your back, “Are you going to let me eat it?”

You hummed in thought, “Maybe,” Your hands went up to his shoulders, fingers gracefully skimming over his silver chain, “Only if you let me wear this.”

He cocked his eyebrow, intrigued nonetheless, “You wear all of your sneaky links chains?”

“Maybe,” You shrugged, “But that doesn’t matter, I wanna wear yours.”

“What my pretty girl wants, Sunghoon removed his hands from your thighs to unclasp his necklace, “She gets.”

Sunghoon brought it around your neck, watching it lay between your tits, “And damn do you look good in Tiffany.”

Your face flushed, at a loss for words as Sunghoon moved you to lay back on the couch and he was now sitting between your legs, “You look so pretty wearing my chain, I bet you look even better wearing just that .”

His hands moved up to your sports bra, fingers dancing over your nipples before sliding them under the hem.

The contract made you gasp, his lithe fingers were cold against your nipples. Sunghoon pushed your bra up until your tits were on full display, bringing one of your nipples to your mouth.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, small moans leaving your mouth at the contact.

Sunghoon began to kiss down your stomach, hands still rolling your nipples around in his nimble fingers. Once he reached your safety shorts, he looked up at you with a lustful look.

He took the thin fabric between his teeth, pulling it down slowly, exposing your glistening cunt to his hungry eyes. His fingers hooking underneath the fabric to pull them down your legs.

Sunghoon stared at you, his hand caressing your right thigh as he lifted your left thigh to rest on his shoulder.

“I fucking love this cunt,” His sweet tone dripped like honey, “You get so wet for me so easily baby, I’ve never seen such a more perfect cunt.”

You let out a sigh, unsure what to say, but you didn’t have to say anything. Sunghoon used two fingers to spread you before laying his tongue flat against your core.

His free hand held your leg in place as he started kitten licking at your clit. Your hands came to grip his hair, tugging at it gently.

“Hoon,” You whimper as he flickers his tongue against your clit, “Feels good.”

He grinned up at you, pushing two fingers into your cunt as he continued swirling his tongue around your clit. Sunghoon’s fingers were going at a brutal pace, causing broken moans to leave your lips and legs shake underneath his grip.

“Hoon, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that," Your grip tightening on his hair.

"Make a mess all over my face, baby." Sunghoon said, not slowing the pace of his fingers, "Show me how good I make you feel."

With Sunghoon's praise, you let the knot in your stomach finally let go. Your orgasm hit you harshly and all you could do was moan Sunghoon's name and rut your hips against his lips.

His tongue or fingers didn't stop, lapping up the mess from your orgasm. The overstimulation felt too good, and you could feel your hips chasing after his fingers.

Sunghoon pulled his fingers and sat up, looking down at you.

And what a site to behold.

His hair was disheveled from your pulling and lips were shining with your wetness.

“You think I’d let you cum again on just my fingers?” He asked, hands trailing up to pinch your nipples, “Baby, I’m not done with you quite yet.”

Sunghoon brought his hands to your hips, flipping you onto your stomach. He forced your hips up, “Come on baby, arch for me.”

You complied, sitting up on your knees and leaning forward. All of your weight was on your palms, and arched your back the way Sunghoon wanted. You could hear rustling behind you before his hand came back to hold your hip.

“Think you can handle it?” He leaned down, his bare chest pressed against your back.

A scoff left your lips, “More than capable, but do you think you can handle this?”

“Mm, I don’t know” Sunghoon whispered, kissing down your back before pushing into you, “Definitely the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

You pushed your hips back against him, moaning at the stretch of his cock, “Definitely the best dick I’ve ever had.”

Sunghoon gave you a moment to adjust before fucking you back onto his cock at a fast pace. You tried to keep yourself up, but fell to your elbows and face smushed into the cushion below you.

One of Sunghoon’s hands snuck underneath your stomach and began rubbing figure eights into your clit, causing a borderline scream to escape your lips. He laughed at your reaction, letting up on you ever so slightly.

“God y/n,” He groaned, “I’ve never seen somebody go crazy for my dick like this before, must’ve really missed it.”

Sunghoon pushed your back down into a deeper arch, groaning when you clenched around him, “Fuck baby, you gonna squirt on this cock?”

The pleasure was too overbearing to the point only broken moans could leave your lips, the familiar knot in your abdomen was forming once again. Sunghoon’s brutal pace only quicked, causing a silent scream to escape from your mouth as you let your orgasm take over once again.

Sunghoon slipped out of you, slapping his tip against your sensitive folds as he looked at the mess between your thighs, “What a messy baby, squirting all over my dick like that.”

You could barely hold yourself up, trying to compose yourself as you came down from your high.

“You didn’t cum yet,” You breathed out, turning yourself to lay on your back, “And I wanna feel it.”

Sunghoon smirked at you, leaning down to kiss you as he slid himself back into your cunt, “Anything my pretty girl wants.”

You were busy sucking a hickey underneath his jawline as he fucked into you slowly, groaning into your ear.

“You’re the best fuck ever,” Sunghoon whispered, hips stuttering as he approached his own orgasm, “Nobody takes me as well as you do.”

A laugh escaped you, hands playing with his hair as you continued leaving small hickies down his neck, “Have fun explaining these to your other bitches.”

“You’re the only person I fuck, y/n,” He rolled his eyes, pulling out of you.

“Oh.” Is all you said, sitting up as you searched for your safety shorts, pulling them back over your hips.

Sunghoon threw his clothes back on lazily, stretching as he stood up, “Well, have a goodnight.”

“You aren’t gonna stay?”

He laughed as he kissed the top of your forehead, “Do I ever stay?”

Sunghoon gently kissed your lips before opening the door, “Call me?”

“What about your chain?”

“I’ll get it next time.”

🩵

“Who’s chain is that?” Jungwon asked, stopping in front of you with an accusing look, “That’s new.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him, “It’s nobody’s, and like you said, it’s new.”

Jungwon stared at you, looking for any reason to accuse you of lying, “Are you still mad at me?”

The truth was, not really. You kind of forgot about Jungwon and Isa for the last few days, thanks to Sunghoon. He really knew how to make you forget things. Must be his dick.

“Nah,” You shrugged, “Don’t care. If you don’t mind though, I have practice.”

This time, Jungwon scoffed, “I know, we practice at the same time.”

You laughed at him, turning away and letting your hair hit him in the face, “If you are sorry, well, prove it.”

“See you after practice?”

Bingo! You thought to yourself, sparing him one more glance, “Sure.”

Jungwon watched as you walked away, noticing how good your ass looked in those shorts and how easily your hips swayed.

“Whatcha starin at?” Somebody asked from behind Jungwon, making him jump.

He sighed in relief when he saw that it was just Sunghoon, “Oh, nothing.”

Sunghoon’s eyes caught you just before you turned the corner, “Ah, nothing.”

Jungwon paused for a moment, eyes catching something he hadn't noticed until just now, “What happened to your necklace? The one you swore you wouldn’t take off even when you reached the pearly gates?”

“Oh,” Sunghoon said casually, “Needed to be cleaned, supposed to get it back soon.”

“Right,” Jungwon replied, “Let’s get to practice. I have plans.”

🩵

Jungwon met you at your apartment, waiting for you to open the door at any moment. He regretted wearing a sleeveless top in the nippy weather, but he knew that his arms made you go insane.

Finally, when you did open the door, Jungwon felt his slight annoyance melt away with how dolled up you were.

You wore a purple knitted headband, curls pushed back and spilling over your shoulders. You wore clear coated lip gloss and shimmering silver eyeshadow, matching your jewelry. Jungwon noticed something significant already missing.

“Took your new chain off, huh?” He asked, waiting for you to step to the side, “Guess you didn’t like it that much.”

“Guess not,” You rolled your eyes, moving to let him in, tightening your robe around you, “Sorry for the wait, I had to get ready.”

Jungwon winked at you, shutting the door as he followed you to your bedroom, “All dolled up for me, darling?”

“For myself,” You corrected, holding a candle in your palm and you lit it, “But I guess for you as well.”

He waited for you to come to him, leaning back on his arms as he watched you move, “You know, y/n, with you ditching me, I was wondering if there was somebody else who took my place.”

A cackle escaped your lips as you looked at him with a challenging look, “Took your place? Oh, I guess you noticed after you were done fucking my teammate when you know, you should’ve been in my bed.”

“One, I didn’t hook up with Isa,” Jungwon stated, “Just some heavy petting, and two, you know you’re the only girl I take seriously.”

“Grow up Jungwon, even you know that isn't true,” You stalked closer to him, “Because I don’t take you seriously.”

“Aw, you don’t?” He asked, sitting up and leaning towards you, “Such a shame, I would love to be your favorite on the roster.”

You met him halfway, “There is no roster. I thought you came to fuck, not try convince me you want to take me out or some shit.”

“I do wanna take you out, pretty girl,” Jungwon whispered, thumb grazing over your cheekbone, “And ruin everybody’s day.”

Jungwon laughed loudly as you pushed him back, slowly moving to straddle him, “You don’t think that would be fun?”

“Nope,’ You emphasized, coming nose to nose with him, “You’re just a sneaky link.”

A playful pout appeared on Jungwon’s face, “Aw man, if I knew that, I wouldn’t have let you borrow my necklace that I never got back, I might add.”

“Get it before you leave.” Is all you said before connecting your lips with his.

The two of you softly kiss for a while, Jungwon running his hands up and down your smooth thighs, squeezing them periodically.

Jungwon pushed his hips up into you eliciting a quiet moan from your plush lips. His hands move up to your hips, pushing them down as he rolls his up.

“Wonnie,” You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders as you felt him harden underneath you, “Missed me bad, huh?”

Jungwon smirked up at you, his thumbs teasing at the waistband of your shorts, “The way you’re rubbing yourself on me, I think you missed me bad.”

You rolled your eyes as you removed yourself off his lap, Jungwon immediately sitting himself up on his elbows with a pout, “What are you doing?”

“I think you’re the one who missed me badly,” Was all you said before dropping to your knees and in between his legs, playing with the drawstrings of his joggers, “Take these off,”

Jungwon looked down at you, lifting his hips up to pull them down, kicking them off next to you. His thumb played with your bottom lip, pushing it into your mouth and smiling when you automatically started to suck.

“Such a good girl,” He cooed, pulling his thumb out and replacing it with the tip of his cock, “So me how good you can make me feel.”

Like second nature, you stuck your tongue out and Jungwon slapped his cock against it, forcing a moan out of you. Slowly, he pushed his cock into your mouth, groaning at the warmth.

His hand came behind you, putting your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he pushed you down on his length, making you gag.

Your hands gripped his thighs, hands digging in as he began to fuck your mouth, letting out soft moans around him.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” Jungwon moaned out, tugging on your hair a bit tighter, “Fuck.”

All you could do was moan, bringing a hand to wrap around the base of his cock, eliciting a string of moans from Jungwon.

Jungwon’s thrusts got sloppy, and you knew he was getting close to his orgasam. His hips stuttered as you squeezed the base of his cock and sucked harshly on the tip.

Jungwon’s hand pushed you as far down on his cock as he could, his cum spilling down your throat as he let out a loud whine.

That was new.

You waited a few more moments before pulling off his cock, looking up at him.

What a sight to behold, your eyes were watering and your shimmering eyeshadow was running down your cheeks. Jungwon was pretty damn sure that your lip gloss was on the base of his dick, but who’s paying attention to details.

His hand stroked your hair, adjusting your headband before pulling you back onto the bed.

“Still doing okay?” Jungwon asked, looking down at you and rubbing your thigh gently.

You gave him an enthusiastic nod, lifting your hips as he pulled down your shorts and panties.

Jungwon ran two figures between your folds, biting his lip as he looked at the wetness that coated them, “So wet just from sucking dick, huh.”

“Stop,” You covered your face in embarrassment, because Jungwon knew you like the back of his hand, unfortunately.

“I like it,” He cooed, rubbing your clit and taking in your moans, “Glad to know I make you this wet, only I can make you this wet, huh?”

That wasn’t entirely true. . . but it’s not like Jungwon knew about the other people you see in explicit detail, and it’s also not like he tells you about his other endeavors.

“Just you, Wonnie.” You moaned out, hand wrapping around his wrist as he continued rubbing your clit.

He leaned down to kiss you harshly, slipping two fingers into your cunt and causing you to cry out.

Jungwon fucked his fingers in and out of you as he sucked hickeys into your neck, it completely slipping your mind what he was doing.

One of your hands was tangled in his hair, tugging on it while the other hand was wrapped around Jungwon’s cock.

He was particularly whiny, which is new, Jungwon doesn’t typically whine despite you telling him how hot it was to hear.

“Won,” You moaned as he continued sucking on your neck, “Fuck me already, please.”

“Condom?”

“In the usual spot.”

Jungwon pulled himself away from you, leaning over and opening the drawer. He rummaged around before pulling the foiled package out and slipping the condom on.

“Ready?”

You nodded, moaning at the stretch as Jungwon pushed into your cunt slowly.

Jungwon waited a few moments to let you adjust before slowly moving his hips, “Fuck, your cunt feels so good around me.”

His pace began to pick up, causing you to dig your nails into the back of his t-shirt and moaning against his neck.

There wasn’t much to think about except how good Jungwon fucked you, and your mouth couldn’t fix itself to say much besides his name.

You lifted your hips to meet his own, causing his cock to hit your sweet spot and have you seeing stars.

Broken moans and the slapping of skin were the only noises that filled the room, your hands moved all over Jungwon’s back.

Jungwon was getting close, the way his hips stuttered and his eyes squeezed tight.

“Close so soon?” You tried to tease, but immediately regretted it when Jungwon thrusted particularly hard into you, “Let me finish on top.”

He shook his head, “No baby, have to make up for making you upset. Let me do the work, you just lay here like the good girl you are.”

With words like that, how could you resist being a pillow princess right now? Jungwon wrapped your leg around his waist, moving his hand to rub your clit as he fucked into you with more passion.

“Your cunt feels so good, y/n,” He moaned into your ear, “Nobody could take my cock the way you do.”

Instead of coming up with a reply to Jungwon, you just grinded back onto his hips, helping yourself reach your own orgasm.

“Won,” You whimpered as he continued rubbing your clit in figure eights, “‘M so close.”

“Finish baby,” Jungwon kissed down your neck, “Cum on this dick, make it yours.”

You arched your back and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm hit you, clenching down on Jungwon which pushed him over the edge, spilling into the condom.

Jungwon rested on his elbows as he looked down at you, taking in the sight of how fucked out you were, “Your pussy is for sure the best I’ve ever had.”

“That’s quite a compliment considering how many girls ran through you,” You teased, kissing his forehead, “But get off, you’re heavy.”

He winced as he pulled out, standing up to dispose of the condom before coming back to you.

By time he reached the room, you already cleaned up and scrolling on your phone, “Didn’t even let me clean you up.”

You just hummed in response, “Are you staying or going?”

He scoffed, pulling his joggers back on and fixing his shirt, “As if you ever let me stay, plus, I’m seeing somebody else after this.”

What an ass, you thought, rolling your eyes before turning back onto your side.

“Whatever, grab your necklace before you go.”

Jungwon visibly frowned at your nonchalant behavior, but turned to your dresser to retrieve his prized necklace.

His fingers danced over the cherry-wood box, opening the side where you normally keep your necklaces. He ran his index finger over the necklaces, stopping on a familiar one.

His eyes must be fucking with him, they had to be.

There is absolutely no way he is touching a necklace that has PSH on the clasp. A necklace that he knew was one of a kind. One that he never saw the true owner without.

“Holy shit,” He whispered, grabbing his necklace and slamming the door shut a bit too hard, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

You were too engrossed in your phone to notice, were you texting Sunghoon?

“Bye.” Jungwon bit out, trying to subside his anger as you bid your farewells.

This was fucking great.

🩵

You haven’t heard from Sunghoon or Jungwon in about a week and a half. It was quite odd seeing that Sunghoon always texted back, and Jungwon reached out first.

Every time you tried to catch their eyes at practice, they would revert on their own and focus on whatever they were doing more intensely.

Jungwon always acted like that though, and he was the one who went to see Isa after he was with you, so you’re not sure why he was upset.

Sunghoon said you were the only one he was seeing, and he always wanted to see you when your schedule allowed for it.

Did they figure out that you were– No that is impossible. There is no way they would have reason to even talk about you. Sunghoon maybe, but Jungwon? Absolutely not.

Even then, Jungwon is not the type to keep quiet about something like that.

This bothered you, but what could you do when they avoided you like the plague?

Nothing, the best thing would be to act nonchalant to see who cracks first.

And that’s what you would do.

Game on.

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It was Friday night, which meant it was game night. Playoffs were tonight, and you needed to make sure you looked and did your best tonight.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, admiring the work you did. There is no way that those two can resist you tonight. From the shimmering eyeshadow to your glossy lips to the two necklaces that adorned your neck, your plan was now in motion.

The hard part would be to not look at them if they looked at you, probably harder than you imagine it to be because you face the court all night.

When the game started, you stood in front of the locker room that the team comes out of, holding your hands together as you anticipated their arrival.

As soon as you saw the doors move ever so lightly, you began your call off to the other girls that it was time.

The anger, annoyance, and the small sliver of excitement rippled through you as you stomped and shaked while the basketball team ran out on the court.

Of course, Sunghoon and Jungwon would be last to come out of the locker room, so you tried your hardest to keep your eyes forward, staring at your teammate across from you.

However, your facade almost slipped when Sunghoon glanced your way for just a second, eyeing you as you cheered for him.

You almost stumbled over yourself trying to get back to the stands after that, wanting to quickly shake such an interaction from your mind.

It was going to be a long night.

And it was a long night indeed. You had no idea that the team your school was playing had such good skill. Maybe it’s time to return back to your MaxPrep days after this.

There were a few fleeting moments of Sunghoon and Jungwon looking at you, but you only watched them out of your peripheral vision, not letting either of them have the satisfaction of you looking their way.

Instead, you would send flirty looks to another player, Jay? You think that was his name. Who cares? He was hot, plus you just wanted Jungwon and Sunghoon to give you attention.

For the remainder of the game, you focused on leading your team and hoping the two noticed you ignoring them, rather focusing on their blonde teammate.

The buzzer rang indicating that the game was over, and unlike last week, your team won by a plethora of points.

Winning this game meant your team was heading for playoffs, quite a comeback from the insane loss of last week.

You were sure the basketball team and by extension, the cheerleading team, would be out celebrating together.

Was Sunghoon or Jungwon going to be there? Shit, who cares. Maybe Jay will.

If either of them won’t give you attention, their teammate definitely will.

“y/n,” One of your teammates, Isa, came up to you as you were grabbing your cheer bag from underneath the bleachers, “Are you coming to NV?”

You shrugged, “Depends on who’s going.”

“All of the basketball team,” She purred, twirling hair around one of her manicured fingers, “Jungwon asked me to invite the girls.

Dickhead. You thought, but let the smile remain on your lips, “Sure. When are we going?”

“Now.”

“In our uniforms?” You asked, “Kind of tacky.”

Isa’s smile seemed a bit too sweet, “Well, we figured we would win, so we talked about it earlier this week. Everybody brought something to change into.”

“Must’ve missed that memo,” You rolled your eyes, knowing that it must’ve been somewhat purposeful that nobody told you, “But luckily, I have clothes in my car.”

Thank God you never cleaned your car out from that one time Sunghoon fucked you in the backseat.

“See you there,” Isa sang as you sauntered off to your vehicle.

You hummed to yourself as you threw your duffle into your trunk, not noticing the tall figure standing next to you.

A yelp left you when you did take notice, and it was none other than Park Sunghoon. He was wearing a simple white button down and jeans.

He looked good, but you didn’t want to show any interest in him, not right now anyway.

“Do you have my necklace by any chance?” He asked, eyes looking everywhere but your face, clearly nervous.

You scoffed, pulling it from underneath your cropped turtleneck, quickly unclasping it and practically throwing it at him.

He caught it, but he still stood there, “You’re not going to speak to me?”

Turning towards him, your eyebrows furrowed and stepped closer, “Just returning the fucking favor, Sunghoon.”

Now he had the audacity to roll his eyes, “Well, given what I know, it was warranted.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” You threw your arms up, “Was I supposed to just text you and beg for your attention?”

“Clearly that wasn’t needed, seeing how you were eye fucking Jay,” He spat, “Who’s next? My roommate Heeseung? My fraternity brother Jake? God already knows you conquested Jungwon.”

You took a step back, trying to mask your horror of him knowing this, “Don't threaten me with a good time. I’ll make sure they leave a Google review too. You’re not my boyfriend, Sunghoon. What do you care who I fuck?”

Sunghoon’s face had a flash of hurt, “I know I’m not, y/n. But Jungwon is my friend, and you should’ve told me. I don’t know why you didn’t.”

You ran your hand down your jaw, looking down at your feet in shame, “Because Sunghoon, Jungwon and I just fuck. He is just a sneaky link, and I’m just a sneaky link to him. There’s a whole roster, and I know he doesn’t take me seriously. Same for you. We just. . . fuck, and just because you said there wasn’t anybody else doesn’t mean that’s entirely true.”

A sigh left Sunghoon’s lips, “y/n, I like you. I think you’re great, and I thought I made that clear.”

“But you didn’t,” You felt your heart contracting, as if it were tightening up, “You only came over to fuck, and I begged you to stay. Every time. Which is fine, that’s what we did, so don’t try to make me feel bad for fucking your friend because I don’t feel bad.”

“I let you wear my necklace, that’s clearly meaningful. I’m never without it, so sorry I didn’t stay the night, but I showed it in other ways.”

“God,” You laughed at him pathetically, “You sound even more delusional than your friend. You like me so much to fuck me and let me wear your necklace, but don’t stay the night. At least Jungwon was semi-realistic.”

“Oh so now you’re comparing us?” Sunghoon laughed, squeezing his jaw, “Who’s better then, huh?”

“Don’t.” You spat, slamming the trunk of your car closed, “Your ego is already fucking bruised.”

Sunghoon moved closer to you, “Oh, you think Jungwon’s better then, huh? He makes you squirt all on his dick and into an incoherent mess?”

“Well—no,” You began, breath hitching as Sunghoon continued to move closer, “But he does things better than you do.”

“Like what?” His hands reach out to grab your waist, pulling you close to him, “Tell me so I can show you how much better than I am.”

“That’s not being a good friend,” You whisper, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, “But he is a way better kisser than you.”

Sunghoon closed the gap between you two, his plush lips warm against your own. You moved your arms to wrap around his neck, gently biting down on his lip to push your tongue into his mouth.

He moved his hands to your thighs, fingers dancing over the hem of your cheer skirt. They slowly began to creep underneath the thin material, making you shiver at the contact.

“Starting without me?” Somebody interjected, causing the two of you to pull away.

Your face became hot when you saw Jungwon standing there, a wide grin and arms crossed.

“Don’t be embarrassed now,” He continued, “Sunghoon just can’t seem to accept the fact that I had you first and I’m better.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “In your dreams.”

“Tell him,” Jungwon motioned towards you, “Tell him how I make you whine.”

“Um,” You bit your lip, “Actually, I’m the one who makes you whine.”

It was Jungwon’s turn to blush as Sunghoon let out a very loud cackle, “That’s great, but I’m still better.”

“I think we should let y/n decide,” Jungwon shrugged, trying to take the heat off him, “y/n?”

You pondered for a few moments, trying to piece together what exactly he’s asking, “Like. . . now?”

“Not here,” Jungwon giggled, “But maybe your place?”

The heat between your legs seems to be unbearable, fucking Jungwon and Sunghoon? Did you die and go to heaven?

“Yeah,” You nodded almost too enthusiastically, “But what about NV?”

“What about it?” Sunghoon asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “Let’s go, angel.”

You slid into the driver’s seat, waiting for the two boys to get in the car. You felt like you were shaking the entire ride home, with excitement and nerves.

There’s a lot of things you’ve done, but a threesome? Never.

The two boys were silent, probably feeling the same nerves of anticipation that you were.

Pulling into your driveway, you shakily put your car in park and practically ran up the slope to your front door.

Your grip on the keys were tight, trying to not drop them. When you heard the soft click, you pushed the door open and the rep followed in behind you.

Kicking your shoes off, you turned around to face Jungwon and Sunghoon. You bit your lip, waiting for one of them to say or do something, anything.

“Um,” Sunghoon coughed, “So?”

Jungwon busted out in laughter, ignoring the glare Sunghoon shot at him, “You never had a threesome before?”

You and Sunghoon both shook your heads no, causing Jungwon to step forward and wrap an arm around your waist, “Well, I’ll show you how to do this, Hoon.”

Jungwon looked down at you, a glint in his eyes as you leaned in closer. You could feel his breath fanning across your lips, gently pressing his lips onto yours.

The kiss started off gently, hands gripping your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck. Jungwon’s fingers delicately slipped underneath your top, grazing your back. As he bit your lower lip gently, Jungwon pushed his tongue into your mouth as you felt a presence behind you.

Sunghoon pressed himself into your back, hands dancing underneath your skirt. Jungwon’s kiss got more feverish, fingers moving to the front of your top. His thumbs circling your nipples over your sports bra, eliciting a moan from you.

Jungwon pulled away from you, forcing you to turn and face Sunghoon now, who looked like he wanted to devour you.

His lips crashed against yours, replacing his hands back under your skirt and resting on your ass. You pushed into his hold, moaning into his mouth when Jungwon’s nimble fingers found their way underneath your sports bra.

You whimpered when Jungwon pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as Sunghoon squeezed your ass. The safety shorts you wore under your skirt felt uncomfortable as they cling to your thighs the more wet you got.

Sunghoon pulls your shorts down, waiting for you to kick them off your feet before he slides his hands between your thighs to your cunt. He dragged his fingers between your folds, circling your clit to elicit a moan from you.

You gripped his forearm and leaned back into Jungwon, who was still playing with your tits.

Jungwon leaned down, placing kisses and hickies along your neck. You exhaled roughly through your nostrils when Sunghoon slipped a finger into you.

The two men found a rhythm between themselves, Sunghoon pumping his lithe fingers in and out of your cunt while Jungwon used one hand to pinch your nipples, the other rubbing your clit.

Your knees went weak minutes ago, pressing your weight between the two boys and making borderline pornographic noises. Sunghoon smirked at you, picking the pace of his movements up and Jungwon made slow figure eights on your clit.

Pressure rose in your stomach, the familiar knot beginning to form and Sunghoon noticed, watching how your thighs spasmed.

He picked up the pace of his fingers, leaning in to attach his lips to one of your nipples and suck harshly.

A string of moans escaped from your lips, one hand wrapping around Jungwon to grip his forearm and the other on Sunghoon’s back.

You tighten your thighs around Sunghoon’s hand as you reach your orgasm. His lips muffled the borderline scream that left you.

It took you a few ragged breaths to untangle yourself from this awkward position, Sunghoon pulling his fingers out of your cunt and into his mouth.

Fuck, he’s so hot. You felt like you could go again.

“I need to fuck you, like now.” Sunghoon said, interrupting your train of thought, pulling away from you momentarily.

Jungwon unattached himself as well, quickly pulling his shirt over his head and somewhere in your living room.

You followed suit, pushing the rest of your sports bra up and over, keeping your eyes on the two men in front of you.

Sunghoon pulled his sweats off, no underwear, slut. The tip of his dick red and leaking precum already.

He grabbed you by your waist, bringing you to sit on his lap when he settled onto your couch.

“How should we do this?” Sunghoon asked, looking at Jungwon, then at you.

You shrugged while Jungwon tapped on his chin thoughtfully.

“Have her ride you in reverse so I can get a taste of that sweet cunt,” Jungwon purred, winking at you when he noticed your flustered look.

Sunghoon kisses your shoulder before effortly turning you around, “You heard him, angel.”

You wrapped your hand around the base of Sunghoon’s cock, stroking it a few times before pushing the head into your heat.

His head rested against the couch as you slowly sunk down, your walls clenching at the stretch that was painfully delicious.

It took a few minutes for you to adjust, laying your back against Sunghoon’s chest. His lips dance against the nape of your neck.

Jungwon’s fingers dug into the plush skin of your thighs and he brought himself closer to you.

Sunghoon’s hands gripping your waist in a way that you were sure would leave bruises as he started to move you on his dick.

A string of moans left your lips as his thick cock split you open. Jungwon waited before you adjusted before he finally put his lips on your clit.

Your hands tangled in Jungwon’s hair as Sunghoon continued fucking you, causing your clit to hit Jungwon’s nose.

Whimpers left the younger boy’s lips as he ate you out with vigor, pushing you closer to your peak.

“You feel so good around me, y/n,” Sunghoon groaned, “It’s like this pussy was made for me.”

You were too fucked out to even come up with a coherent response, letting out a whimper and clenching around Sunghoon’s dick.

Jungwon continued eating you out, slipping his tongue into your cunt alongside Sunghoon. The grip you had on his hair was probably painful, but if it was, Jungwon didn’t seem to mind.

“Isn’t Wonnie so nice to help me fuck you into oblivion baby?” Sunghoon whispered, “Go on, show him how I make you finish.”

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut when Sunghoon practically slammed you back on his tongue as Jungwon’s tongue deliciously pushed into you.

A familiar coil in your stomach began to come undone, whimpers and moans leaving your lips as you let both men use you.

Jungwon pulled his tongue out as your cunt forced Sunghoon out, liquid spraying all over your thighs and Jungwon’s face.

“You ever make her do that?” Sunghoon smirked at the younger boy, pushing back into you.

Jungwon rolled his eyes, but a glint of pleasantries were in his eyes, “y/n, baby, can I fuck your throat?”

A chuckle escaped both their lips as you desperately nodded, tongue out waiting for him.

Hurriedly, he pushed his shorts and boxers down, pressing the head of his dick against your tongue.

You swiped over the tip quickly, eyes rolling back as precum seeped into your mouth.

“Such a doll,” Jungwon groaned, pushing his dick further into your mouth, “Choke on it baby.”

His head hit the back of your throat bluntly, causing your eyes to water as he started to thrust into it.

You used a hand to wrap around the base of his dick as Sunghoon began to thrust up into you again.

Both men found a rhythm of fucking you, muffled noises leaving your mouth as you took Jungwon.

“Fuck,” Sunghoon’s head fell back against the couch, “I’m so fucking close.”

You pulled off of Jungwon, the younger boy whining from the loss of contact, but you paid him no mind.

Your watery eyes locked with Sunghoon, leaning in to whisper, “Finish in me.”

Sunghoon’s eyes rolled back as he began to fuck into you with even more vigor, you going back to Jungwon’s dick.

The younger’s hand coming to the back of your head to push you flush against his pelvic bone, spurts of cum shooting down your throat.

You swallowed all you could, some dribbling down the side of your mouth as you pulled off with a wet pop.

Jungwon tsk’d, wiping it up before shoving his thumb into your mouth, “What a shame, normally you take it all, baby.”

You wrapped your own hand around his wrist, continuing to suck on his finger as Sunghoon’s cum filled you to the brim.

A squeal left your lips as your orgasam approached, thighs shaking and feeling such a pleasure of ecstasy.

The room was silent for a few minutes, jagged breathing heard from all three of you as you processed what just happened.

Sunghoon whimpered from the overstimulation of you on his dick, gently lifting you up as he pulled his dick out. You felt empty with the loss of contact, but laid against the arm of the couch as you recovered from an intense orgasm.

“So,” Jungwon was the first to speak, “Since I didn’t get to fuck you, I believe that this experiment is inconclusive, and we should test it again.”

Your eyes widened as a laugh escaped you, looking at Sunghoon.

“You’re so on.”

all too well.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ park sunghoon x fem reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

even years later, you remember everything about your first love, park sunghoon all too well. based off this song <3

warnings | angst and angst only. open ending? (not edited oops)

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(a/n) ik summer break is literally right around the corner and this is rlly winter coded but oh well!!😭

i still remember the first fall of snow, and how it glistened as it fell. i remember it all too well.🧣

you watched as the shimmering snow fell softly against the empty streets, melting as it hit the hard ground.

the first snow fall of the year, the breezy autumn weather had transitioned into the freezing snowy winter weather.

you were always fond of the first snowfalls of the year as a little girl, well- your whole life.. until you met park sunghoon.

sunghoon reminded you of the snow a lot, he was cold, but when he was close- he melted. but snow doesn’t last forever does it?

at first, when he fell into your world- it had been at a skating rink. the weather had been in the negatives that day, the first snowfall of the year piling around you, but your friends had decided it would be a great idea to go to the outdoor skating rink- you quickly discovered it was not when your hands turned a bright red, your nose matching.

you couldn’t help the shiver as you skated on the ice, making you lose your balance and as you braced the fall, squeezing your eyes shut- instead of the hard surface, you were met with him instead.

you still remember his touch to this day, all the snow disappearing in a moment, it felt like summer. his arms wrapped around you felt like the sun kissing your skin.

“hey rudolph, watch where you’re going.” this man says to you with an annoyed tone.

you frown at the man’s words as you pull his arm before he can skate off.

“at least let me thank you, mr grinch… what’s your name?” he scoffs at your words before looking at your red hands you had desperately been trying to warm by rubbing them together for friction, at this point they’re probably all scratched up he thinks, and your bright red nose he found himself grinning at.

he puffs out a breathe as he pulls scarf and mittens off- at first your caught off guard by the way this man that looks like he had been made by the greek gods themselves- wraps his red scarf around your neck, making sure your nose is covered- he holds your hands in his palm and secured his light blue mittens around your hands.

“it’s sunghoon” he says with a shy grin letting go of your intertwined hands and skating off, leaving you in a bewildered state.

the rest was history- you had found sunghoon to give his mittens back the next day, and offered him a cup of hot chocolate from the local cafe as compensation for his actions, which he had agreed to since the hot chocolate was the best in town- but also the most expensive.

as you both talk, sparks flew around you.

you and sunghoon had gotten along so well, even being polar opposites.

you preferred summer, he preferred winter, you liked the bright daytime, he liked the dark nightfall, you were a dose of sunshine, he was a dose of the darkness in the skies.

but it didn’t matter, because you were deeply in love with park sunghoon- and he was in love with you.

your relationship felt like a heavy blanket wrapped around you, sunghoon had been your everything- he had opened himself up to you, parts that he hadn’t shown anyone, his vulnerable state, his love to you. never once did you two argue in the beginning of your relationship. everything was beyond perfect, until it wasn’t.

“hoon, i get you haven’t seen your friends in a while but you completely ignored me- it was humiliating and now you have the audacity to say im overreacting!” you shouted at him as he shook his head into his hands.

“what the fuck y/n, are you fucking crazy! what the fuck is wrong with you?” he says angrily as you study the expression he held on his face towards you.

anger, annoyance, irritation, you felt a painful pang in your heart- 7 months into your relationship and you felt stuck.

you loved him more than anything in the world, but did he love you as much as you loved him-

you looked down and continued rinsing the dishes as you felt tears brimming in the corners of your eyes.

sunghoon sighed at your saddened state, coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“i’m sorry, i won’t drop your hand again okay? forgive me my love” he says as he kisses your cheek making you grin softly and turn around- this- this man was your sunghoon.

it was constant, the arguments, the tears and the moments you spent alone at home when he left after a fight. you felt completely and utterly alone.

but you always brushed it off, no matter how much hurt you felt- you felt more love than anything, your love for sunghoon.

your 21st birthday, you had been so completely excited, butterflies went off in your stomach as soon as you woke up- sunghoon had promised to make this birthday the best one you would ever have.

except- it was absolutely not, you had called sunghoon 24 times now and left a dozen messages. you felt complete and utter embarrassment as you sat at the head of the dinner table, your friends looking at you with a look of pity and your mom and dad shaking their heads-

sunghoon and your dad had a great relationship, and you never shared your struggles with your family- not wanting to tarnish sunghoon’s reputation. but you don’t think you could say anything to keep sunghoon’s amazing boyfriend image on this time.

as you watched everyone eating your cake, as you sat in silence- feeling numb, but still believing your sunghoon would show up, your sunghoon that knew every single detail about you- the sunghoon that had written you love letters every day for 5 months- your father had come to you and whispered in your ear, “it’s supposed to be fun turning twenty one.”

after every argument you’ve had with sunghoon, you always forgave him. because at the end of the day, he was still the same boy you fell in love with. since the day you met sunghoon, you depended on him. he felt like the one constant in your life when everything else was changing, you distanced from your friends, you only ever depended on him.

finally, you had given up on sunghoon. the first time your friends told you, you had completely cut them off for 3 weeks. you couldn’t ignore it anymore when your parents had begged you to see clearly.

“am i asking for too much hoon! all i wanted was for my boyfriend to be there on my twenty first birthday- do you understand how humiliating it was?” you shouted sobbing as sunghoon looked at you in disbelief

“i’m sorry? i was working, i was providing for us! stop being so ungrateful! this isn’t your last birthday alive.” he said before storming out of your apartment, the impact of the slamming door making you flinch as you choked out a sob.

yet again, sunghoon had left after another argument, the biggest one yet- him missing your twenty first birthday, saying he was too caught up in work, you knew what you had to do.

you packed your things a complete mess, sobbing as you felt your relationship slip out of your grasp after holding on for so long.

you looked at the red scarf sunghoon wrapped around you that blessed, happy day you met him and held it closely to your chest.

“goodbye sunghoon” you whispered letting your tears fall on it before settling it down on your shared bed as you took in the space one more time.

as you stepped out of your apartment, your shoulders felt light, it felt right. but your heart felt heavier, it felt completely hopeless. the snow around you- which was once filled with happy joyful memories, was now filled with park sunghoon.

epilogue.

it had been years later, and you were happier than ever. you had finally accomplished your dream and released your book on self love, and independence. it was dark outside, the first snowfall of the year yet again, your mind flickered to sunghoon. and you smiled, both of you were young, yes he hurt you, but he also taught you how it feels to be hopelessly in love, and while it lasted it was magical and pure.

as you finished your book conference, you packed up your things in your bag as people complimented your book before leaving and you felt a light tap on your back.

turning around, your eyes widened slightly.

that same red scarf you cherished many years ago, wrapped around his pale sparkling skin.

your heartbeat racing faster as words leave his mouth.

“it’s been a while, y/n”

@luv-sims

anyone but you - p.sh

— player!sunghoon x heeseungs sister!reader

— synopsis: park sunghoon was your average college heartthrob, pretty faced, well built and obviously charming. you wouldn’t say that you and park sunghoon were friends - acquaintances at best - however you can’t help but wonder why he suddenly starts hitting on you after a tutoring session your professor forced you to organise.

— status: in progress

— a/n: hi my babies !!!! i’m back how are you !!! time for park sunghoon 😏 i’ll make a tag list for this post my lovelies hopefully it’ll be out soon !!! reply to be added to the taglist ily stay hydrated !!! <3