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HEESEUNG forces his nails into your skin, wether that be the soft skin of your calves, hips, thighs, or arms he’s leaving behind some sort of markings. he physically cannot help it, when your bodies are connecting at the middle so deliciously he just can’t help grabbing onto you for better leverage to force his cock inside of you even deeper. he relishes in his mistakes when he sees your skin welted up and decorated with little red moons that match his nail shape. heeseung worships you a lot more gentler after a nice hot bath and some well needed snacks.

SUNGHOON damn near breaks you in two. his hot palms are forcing your hips down to angle you just nicely for his cock to slip in and out of you, with his head is thrown back, he just can’t help applying more and more pressure until your voice is muffled into his comforter and whiny because he’s hurting you so good. when the lights come on his hand prints are molded against your backside, a sheepish smile finding refuge on his face as you awkwardly limp around, holding your lower back.

JAY gets so vocal. sometimes even your hand has to slap over his pink lips so the others aren’t alerted to the ungodly things happening over their heads. when you finally sit down on his cock after 16 dreadful hours of no contact he can’t help but tighten his grip on you while swearing up a storm as blissful pleasure engulfs him. bonus points : when he holds your hand tighter against his mouth so he can go absolutely insane. your name is rolling off his tongue like pure gold, “good fucking girl,” and “fuck, you’re amazing” becoming a mantra.

JAKE can’t help but burry his face into your shoulder and bite down. missionary is his favorite for this very reason. after such a long day at practice, he can finally come home and ravish you. you’re pressed chest to chest, his lips nipping at your shoulder before he breaks the skin. your orgasm is hot and blissful as he rocks in and out of you, grunts of pleasure emit from his muffled lips. at first you didn’t even notice he had bit you until the following morning his impeccable teeth imprints were cascading down your shoulder.

𝘒 ! 𝘉𝘠𝘌𝘌

munch.

warnings ✷ oral (f!receiving), usage of pet names ( doll, angel, baby) hoon is pussy drunk, cum eating, not proofread

sunghoon was addicted. he couldn't get enough of it. you tasted too good for him to not be pussy drunk.

your legs spread open for him, wrapped around his neck, giving him full access to your pussy. your breathing grew shallower as his tongue danced around your clit, flicking and caressing it.

"t...too m..much" you whine, your eyes rolling back into your head as his tongue swirled around your clit. he took this as a challenge rather than a plea, his mouth pressing harder against your slick folds. your hands gripping his hair, trying to pull him away.

"you taste too good angel." he murmured against your skin, his voice a deep rumble that sent shockwaves through your body. he doesn't stop, his tongue relentless as it swiped and teased your clit. you cry out feeling your third orgasm building up.

sunghoon could feel it, his grip on your thighs tightening as he devoured you. he knew you were close, and he wasn't about to let you down. he slipped two fingers into you, curling them in a come-hither motion, pressing against your g-spot as his tongue swirled around your clit.

"cum for me doll" that was the final straw and then, with one final flick, you screamed out his name as your pussy convulsed around his fingers, gripping them tightly. your juices coating his mouth and chin, and he greedily lapped them up, not wanting to miss a single drop.

"you taste so good baby, I can never get enough of you" sunghoon groaned, as he dives back in for more.

a/n : sunghoon is a pussy muncher, if you disagree, fight me. wrote this in like 15 minutes so... 💀

the way i need to be on top of this man making out with him while his hands roam all over my body and pressing me down to his clothed hard cock and moan into my mouth when i start dry humping him.. sighs :c just thinking..

ENHYPEN OT6 PUSSY EATING HEADCANONS.

⚠︎ nsfw, mdni. pussy eating well ofc, mirror sex for hee and noo, lovey dovey jay, jake is just nasty, oral m!rec for jake too, fingering, squirting, use of toys, pussy slapping and brat taming for sunghoon, pinching and clit biting for noo, jungwon is desperate, overstimulation

HEESEUNG | is a weak man when it comes to your pleasure. he would do anything in his power to hear your pretty sounds, he will do anything to see you writhe and shake underneath his weight, so gorgeous for him when your eyes roll all the way in the back of your skull and your plump lips part in pleasure when he’s working his magic on you. so don’t be surprised when he wants you to enjoy the sight too! getting you on your knees and facing a mirror as he spreads your ass cheeks open, relishing in the way your greedy little cunt clenches even without him doing anything to it. loving the way your body jumps forward slightly when he spits on your hole before completely digging in, hot tongue relentlessly fucking into your heat. he would be so messy, a mix of his spit and your juices just running down his chin and getting all over his sheets. he’d be grunting in pleasure and mumbling against your cunt to keep your eyes on yourself baby, literally working himself up by just thinking about how gorgeous you must look as you get near your orgasm. he gets so needy for your release he grabs your hips and fucks you back on his tongue, so harshly and fast your arms just collapse because it feels too good. poor little thing, your face smushed against his sheets as you get all your pretty makeup and drool on it, hee turning you into a dumb little slut with his tongue only.

JAY | always loves to eat you out, but he enjoys doing it particularly when you’re tired or you’ve had a rough day. he loves pampering and taking care of you, and it’s no different when he lays back and urges you to get on top of him with that signature lopsided smirk of his. he’s so gentle when he slides his hands all over your thighs and ass, caressing them with such care, his eyes glimmering as he encourages you to fully sit on him, to let him take care of you, angel girl. his movements would be so slow, agonizingly so. he wants you to just put all your weight on him and relax, let him worship you like the goddess you are in his mind. he’d keep his eyes closed, savoring every single moment too as he slides his tongue along your slit, gently circling your clit a few times and humping the air when he feels just how responsive you are to his touch, no matter how slight. totally slides his hands up to your lower back and hips, the contrast between his rough hands but careful grip sending shivers through your entire body, especially when he parts from your heat for a second to just whisper how much he loves you, how much he loves this cunt and how good you taste, before diving back in and rocking your body back on forth on his tongue until you make a mess all over his mouth.

JAKE | is so fucking nasty. he would spend every waking hour between your thighs if he could, and he does try. it gets to a point where sometimes you feel a little bad, you want to return the favor but everytime he just asks for you to just let him eat your cunt once more? you don’t seem to get that he does this for his pleasure too. he just loves your pussy and her taste so bad.

still, you also want to pleasure him. so why not suck his cock while he eats you out? the best of both worlds! and he becomes absolutely obsessed with it. just shamelessly thrusting his hips up into your mouth as he groans and moans and pants against your wet hole. he’s just so happy you let him eat you out as much as he wants now. he loves sucking on your clit, making downright obscene sounds, while fingering your cunt open with his thick and long digits, always challenging you to fit more and more. you’re so drenched sometimes he thinks he could fit his whole hand inside you. would literally hold your legs around his face after you come, because it’s still not enough. so into overstimulating the shit out of you, to the point you’re not even really sucking his cock anymore but doing something closer to gagging on it as he fucks your mouth. don't even think about squirting in his mouth because he will fuck it back inside you and try to get you to do that again. just insatiable.

SUNGHOON | is a lot more meticulous when he’s stressed or irritated. he likes to use every single toy he can think of on you, especially when he’s eating you out. there’s vulnerability in letting someone else pleasure you like that, and he loves to make sure you never forget that. making you hold your own legs so you’re bent all nicely for him, giving him the freedom of doing absolutely anything he wants to you. his bushy eyebrows furrowed as he keeps his eyes on your tits, your pretty clit delicious in his mouth as he sucks on it while slowly inching one of your dildos inside your hole. because of course, you think you’re so slick owning all of this nasty shit. well he can use that better too, he just knows your body so well. slowly teasing the toy in like he would his own tip, making you beg just for some stupid plaything like you would for his thick cock. and if you did anything to make him mad like the slutty brat you are, don’t even think about letting your legs go for even a second, no matter how good his mouth feels. because he will stop and strip your peak right under you. opting instead to land repeated slaps right on your clit, telling you that’s all you’ll get, cum like this and show him you're sorry, show him how good you are. and you do. you squirt around nothing, soaking your own hands that are still holding your thighs open, tight little hole convulsing like it’s begging for anything to fill it up. and while hoon is finally calming down and going back to your usually loving boyfriend, he thinks he just might give it something for real this time.

SUNOO | is another one who loves making you watch yourself in a mirror. but, differently from heeseung, he makes you sit on his face instead. there's something about making you watch yourself give up dominance to him even when you’re on top, with every chance to just grab his hair and ride his face right at your disposal and yet still choosing to let him toy with you however he wants. will absolutely pinch the skin of your thighs or just straight up bite your clit until you put all of your weight on him. he loves teasing you by nibbling everywhere on your thighs until you’re so turned on you’re gushing on his face and begging for him to please just give you what you want. his movements would be so fast, but so calculated because he just knows all of the little things that have you creaming around his tongue in no time, his nails digging and leaving indents on your fleshy thighs whenever you squish his head between them. not to stop you but to encourage you to squish as hard as you want. he fucking loves to be left breathless under you, never once coming up for air until he has you coming all over his face when his nose touches your clit, knowing he’s so gonna make you lick it all off after.

JUNGWON | got his first taste of pussy with you and it just woke up a dormant demon inside him. he’s obsessed with making you cum like this, and he’s fucking filthy with it too. so talkative during it, switching between his tongue and fingers because he just can’t shut up about how good you taste, how you’re squeezing his fingers so good… fuck, will you squeeze his cock like that too? he’s always expecting you to talk back to him even when he knows you just can’t. not when his tongue is so deep inside you, literally slurping every single drop of your slick like it’s precious nectar he needs to survive. you’d never believe he got so good in so little if you didn't know just how much time he spent between your thighs ever since he tasted you for the first time. he gets so needy, and whiny. so worked up when you grab his hair and guide him exactly where you want him. he starts humping the bed under him, his languid hips matching how his tongue is working inside you so good. and he cums like that too, begging for you to come again, and again and again right with him. he’ll get rid of his boxers and get right back to work, making an absolute mess out of your sheets as he tries to match the time of both of your orgasms.

me needs a man that looks like this fr

Jake hard thought...

Well I live for munch Jake who eats you out for his own pleasure, he would spend hours buried between your legs if he could, would love to feel your thights shaking around his head while he overstimulate you and he is so messy and sloppy such a dirty boy would spit in your pussy then dive right in 🤤

𑊝 ꒰ິᵕ˶ᵕ꒱ິᦑ smut under the cut (mdni) hard thought

sorry this is REALLY ass </3 i'm getting back into the hang of writing, i'm working on my long hee fic + other reqs 🍒

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jake screams a living munch.

he loves to text you pictures with his tongue out, and then you reply to his text jokingly asking 'what does that tongue do😛' — next thing you know he's unlocking the door to your apartment, kneeling right infront of your figure that's seated on the couch, a playful smirk plastered on his face. and that's when you know you're in for it.

jake spends hours and hours, on his knees, devouring your pussy like it's his last meal. tongue lapping messily all over your lower half, and he adds even more stimulation by stuffing two fingers, maybe up to four into your sopping cunt.

and you're just a crying, sobbing, mess. your hand's tugging at his thick strands of hair carelessly and jake groans against you, making your body shake in ecstasy. he finds pleasure in the pain you give you.

"mm jake gon' cum again—!" you whine, thighs closing around his head as he groans at the feeling of your hole clenching around his tongue that was darting in and out of your pussy. "shiiit—such a good fucking pussy." he grumbles in response, sloppy sounds of his mouth on you filling the room, the show you were playing on the tv long forgotten, with the remote control being thrown somewhere in the living room. even when you finish around his tongue for the nth time..

jake ends up switching positions, laying himself back on the couch, hands pulling at your ass for your bottom half to hover above his face, you know he wants you to ride his face. his nose bumps against your clit as you messily grind your hips back and forth, soft shrieks filling the room as your acrylics dig into his head as you chase another orgasm. this time, squirting all over his face.

when you pull yourself off and jake seats himself back, you notice the very evident bulge in his pants, you can't expect to get things without a present in return right—?

"fuck you're so hard jake."

In some alternate universe,Jungwon is just a cutie pie then BOOM,huge dick that doesn't match his face

"some alternate universe" and it's just the one we're in rn.....

shhh - enhypen hyung line

summary: enhypen-hyung-line x reader - when enhypen tells you to quiet down during sex || warnings: intercourse, reader gets insecure, no explicit mentions of protection || genre: smut, fluff, angst, established relationship || word count: approximately 1.5k || a/n: see the request here!

lee heeseung 이희승

You were on all fours, your face smushed against his pillow as he fucked you from behind. The members weren't home but they would be coming home any minute now.

"Shhh, you're being too loud, babe. They could come home any minute now and you don't want them to know we're doing this, do you?" He says in a soft voice as he grips your hips harder.

"Sorry..." You say as you bite your lip, holding back from whatever sounds your body wants you to make.

The next time you had sex, it was late and night and the both of you were sleepy so he didn't think much of you being awfully quiet since he figured it was just because you were tired.

When you were quieter than usual the time after that, he had to say something.

"Why are you being so quiet?" He bluntly asked as you sat on his lap, his head resting against his headboard as he moved your hips against him, not stopping.

"I don't want to be too loud..." You respond, chest heaving.

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that." Heeseung said as he lifted his hips, his tip hitting you deeply, causing you to let out a particularly loud moan. "See, that's what I like to hear." He told you, wanting to make you feel better.

You gripped his shoulder, biting your lip. Heeseung moved a hand up to your face, gently gripping your jaw, not allowing you to close your mouth as he lifted his hips again, making you let out another loud moan.

"Come on. Don't be shy, pretty." He said.

park jongseong 박종성

Jay had told you to quiet down a little one day during sex because it was late at night and the other members were sleeping. He didn't have any ill intentions with it, he simply didn't want to wake the others up. Your brain immediately had you thinking the worst about it and you couldn't seem to let it go.

The next few times the two of you fucked, you were really quiet, almost silent at times, whether you had to be or not. Jay didn't say anything at first but when the two of you were at your place, the house was completely empty as you bounced on his lap, his hands gripping onto your hips as you stabilized yourself using the couch cushion behind him, meanwhile being mostly quiet, he couldn't take it anymore.

He held you down and stopped any type of movement happening between the two of you. You whined at the loss of contact as you looked at him.

"What's wrong?" You ask.

"I should be asking you that." Jay said. "What's been up with you lately? Have I been doing something wrong? Have I not been making you feel good?" He then rambled, really concerned about this whole thing.

"What? Of course, you make me feel good." You retort, and that was the truth.

"Then why have you been so quiet?" Jay asked.

You're silent for a few moments, "I just... I know I can be a little loud sometimes and can be a little... annoying." You shrug a little.

His gaze softens as his hands come up to your waist, softly squeezing you comfortingly, "Baby, you don't have to always be quiet. I love hearing you. It's never annoying." He told you.

"It's just... you told me to quiet down one day, so I thought you didn't like it." You explain.

"Sweetheart, I love it so much. I want to hear from you always but there are some situations where we have to be a little quieter. Not just you, the both of us. That doesn't mean I don't wish I could hear you all the time." Jay says before leaning in and pecking your lips. "Now come on, don't hold back." He says as his hands go back down to your hips and he slowly starts to move you up and down on his cock.

sim jaeyun 심재윤

Jake wasn't exactly the quiet type during sex. He wasn't ashamed to be loud. The thing was, in this situation, the two of you had to be quiet. The two of you were hanging out with the members when one thing led to another and Jake and you were sneaking away to the bathroom to release whatever sexual tension that'd built up with you sitting on his lap on the couch as everyone watched a movie together.

He had you bent over the sink counter as he fucked you from behind. He bit down on his lower lip as he did his best to not make a sound. It was hard enough for him to not go so hard as to not have your bodies make too much noise.

You were doing fine with being quiet as well. That was until he started to hit a certain spot. You found yourself moaning out loudly in pleasure.

Jake immediately clasped his hand over your mouth as he continued to fuck into you.

"Shhhh. Being too loud, princess." He breathed out.

Your cheeks flush in embarrassment as you bite down harshly on your lip and make sure to barely make a sound the rest of the time.

The next time the two of you fucked, the dorm was completely empty besides the two of you so you were free to make as much noise as you wanted. You weren't though, you were barely making a peep which was unlike you.

You were lying on your back as Jake lay over you, his body weight pressing against you as he thrust into you. When he noticed you were being unusually quiet, his movement faltered, slowing down as he cupped your face with his rough hand.

"Do you not feel good, baby?" He softly asked, the room full of your breathy pants.

"I do." You reassured him.

"Then what's wrong? Why are you being so quiet?" Jake questioned further, his hips halting.

"I... I just didn't want to be too loud." You tell him.

Jake immediately knew why you were saying that and he found himself letting out a sigh. "Princess... you can be as loud as you want. I don't want you to be quiet. I just said that the other day because the members were in the dorm. You know I love your pretty noises." He softly says, wanting to make you feel better.

"You sure?" You ask as you look up at him.

"I'm positive. It's not like I'm the quietest either." Jake teased, lightening the mood.

"That's true." You giggled.

"Now, come on. Make as much noise as you want." He said before leaning down and kissing you, his hips slowly started to move against you again.

park sunghoon 박성훈

Sunghoon wasn't exactly the loud type during sex, mostly staying quiet except for when he's dirty talking and letting out occasional grunts and groans. So, you were already a little insecure about being loud but Sunghoon had never said anything before so you never thought much of it.

That was until one day, you were both in the shower together after you spent the night at the dorm. It had started off as an innocent chaste shower together. That was until you'd bent down to wash your legs and suddenly, your chest was pressed against the slippery shower wall as Sunghoon held you close and fucked into you from behind.

It felt particularly good and you were being so loud. Sunghoon knew the shower water along with the fan would block some of the noise but when he heard the sounds of the member's voices outside of the bathroom, he covered your mouth.

"Shhh, quiet down a little." Sunghoon said and suddenly, you were feeling completely self-conscious.

The next time the two of you were having sex, Sunghoon noticed your quietness right away. It didn't take him long at all. He'd grown so used to hearing your pretty sounds as he made you feel good, when you weren't being your loud self, he had a problem.

"You mad at me, doll?" He asked as he continued to fuck you, looking down at you, some of his hair sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead.

"N-no. Why?" You managed to mutter out.

"Then, why are you being so quiet?" He questioned.

"I don't want to be too loud." You explained. "The members are sleeping."

"Fine, but you don't have to be practically silent." He said firmly.

"I thought you'd want me to be that quiet." You respond, not even realizing the attitude in your tone.

Sunghoon was slightly amused, "I don't want you to be quiet. I never want you to be. Sometimes, you just have to be." Sunghoon says. "Quiet doesn't mean silent, though, doll." He adds.

Before you even had a chance to respond, he was picking up his speed as he leaned down and kissed your neck. He then finally heard the sound of your quiet moans and sighs, making him smile against your neck as he continued what he was doing.

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✧ let me take care of you

pairing: soft!heeseung x reader (fluff, smut)

summary: you have a bad day and all heeseung wants is to take care of you, and well, you let him

warnings: crying, minor angst if you squint, swearing, fingering (f), kissing, sex, mdni

you gripped your keys, staring at the front door of your apartment. you don’t really remember how you got home or the elevator ride up to your home but none of that mattered. you were finally home and exhausted.

you were having a bad day. a really, really bad day. everything had been going wrong the moment you entered the office in the morning and you had enough. you had cried before leaving and were on the verge of tears now.

quietly, you inserted the key in the lock and turned, that small satisfying click was music to your ears. slowly, you pushed open the door and made your way inside, dropping your bag at the door. you sighed in relief and kicked off your shoes.

your body ached and your head throbbed, and you wanted to burn the clothes you were wearing. someone had spilled warm coffee all over your lap and you didn’t have any extra clothes so you had spent the whole day in sticky, coffee stained pants.

silently, you shuffled to the sofa and sank down. you just sat there, your back pressed into the soft back as you stared at the wall. you were so tired, so exhausted. you wanted to call out to your boyfriend, knowing he was most likely in your joined bedroom but your lips wobbled so you said nothing.

heeseung stopped typing when he heard the front door open and shut his laptop at the silence that followed. he got off the bed, throwing his laptop on the table as he made his way to the family room. you should be home by now.

heeseung paused at the entrance, staring at your unmoving body. his eyebrows furrowed as he assessed the situation. he glanced at the door and found your bag and shoes discarded on the side. he glanced back at you; at your tear-stained face and dark under eyes and he knew.

sighing, heeseung walked to you. he hated it when you had a bad day. “love, you’re home.” his heart broke when you simply looked up at him, eyes wide with unshed tears. he dropped to his knees in front of you, a frown on his lips. he rested his hands on your thighs and pressed his chest against your knees.

“tough day, baby?” his frown deepened when you nodded. you weren’t often like this. usually, when you had bad days, you were quiet and slightly angry. but heeseung knew it must have been a very bad day if you couldn’t even speak about it.

heeseung nodded and stood up. without saying anything, he slipped an arm under your knees and behind your back and lifted you up, deciding that you’d be more comfortable in your bed. you shut your eyes as you pressed your face into his neck.

all you wanted was heeseung to lay with you; to hold you until you couldn’t remember today.

heeseung mumbled sweet nothings to you as he walked down the hall and gently kicked the bedroom door open. he sat you down on the bed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “i got you, baby.” you blinked up at him as he brushed your hair from your face. you watched as he walked to the bathroom and filled the tumb with warm water before grabbing one of his bigger shirts from his drawer and walking over to you.

he tapped your thigh and you spread your legs, letting him stand in between them. with gentle, soft hands, he took out your claw clip and massaged your head before setting the clip on top of his laptop. then, he began unbuttoning your blouse. eyes focused solely on the buttons. once he slipped the shirt off your shoulders, he unclasped your bra. he didn’t pay attention to how your nipples perked up in the cold air.

he stepped back and unbuttoned your pants. you winced when he pulled them down, the fabric rubbing against your burn. heeseung eyes widened at your painful gasp and he dropped his gaze to the redness on your thighs.

immediately, he dropped to his knees, his face hovering near the burn as his fingers twitched at your sides. “baby, what is this?” he glanced up at you, eyes filled with concern. “what happened?”

you looked down at the burn, wishing you had done something at the time to prevent the redness. “someone spilled their coffee all over my lap.” your voice was quiet, hoarse. your eyes connected with heeseung’s wide ones and you bit your bottom lip, trying not to cry.

heeseung’s heart broke even further as he frowned. he was angry, angry at the fucker who spilled their coffee on you but he was more concerned about your pain. he pressed a soft kiss to your knee before he linked his thumbs in the waistband of your underwear and pulled down, careful to raise the fabric so it wouldn’t brush against your skin.

once you were naked, heeseung stood and picked you up once again, taking you to the bathroom. part of you wanted to be embarrassed. you wanted to be able to walk on your own, to use your words, but a bigger, tired part of you just wanted to be taken care of like this.

heeseung sat down on the edge of the tub, holding you in his lap as he touched the water. he poured some of your favourite scented soap in the water before gently putting you in the water. you winced when the warm water touched your burns but soon sighed in relief. your head fell back as your muscles relaxed in the water, having been tense the whole day.

heeseung sat at the ledge, watching you with nothing but fondness in his eyes. you opened your eyes and looked back at him, smiling at him for the first time since you’ve been home. you wanted to ask him to join you but he was quicker. he quickly took off his pajama bottoms, leaving him in his boxers.

“lift your head, baby.” you lifted your head and moved your body as he stepped into the tub and sat at the ledge where you had been resting your head.

now, heeseung was sitting outside of the tub and you sat in between his legs, inside the tub. you laid your head back into his lap and sighed at the closeness. you closed your eyes and heeseung cupped water in his hands and wet your hair. you only opened them when he began to gently massage your head with soap.

unconsciously, heeseung began humming as he shampooed your hair. you focused on his soft voice, unable to control the tears that escaped your eyes.

once heeseung was done combing his fingers through your hair, he filled the bucket next to him with warm water and rinsed your hair, scrubbing all the soap out. he didn’t notice your tears, his own humming drowning out your rapid breathing.

once your hair had been rinsed, he laid your head on his lap and frowned at your pout. gently, he swiped his thumb under your eyes and pursed his lips at the tears. as much as he wanted to distract you from crying, he knew you needed this. so, as you cry, he massages your shoulders and neck. his hands working at the knots in your muscles, hating how tense they are.

after a few minutes, your body runs out of tears and you focus on heeseung’s hands. they’re soft yet firm as they press down on your skin. you let out a quiet moan when he pressed down on the space between your neck and shoulder and he smiles, glad to release some of your tension.

heeseung wiggles his toes in the water when the water cools down, no longer a comfortable temperature. he gently lifts your head as he steps out of the tub, grabbing two towels. without him asking, you slowly stand up. he smiles at you as he offers you his hand. you grab it and step out of the tub, right onto the grey mat.

although heeseung knows you’re fully capable of it, he uses the towel to dry your body. he dries your arms before traveling down your body, gently patting your thighs before rubbing down your shins. at the sight, you can feel warmth spread through your core. then, he wraps your body in the towel. he grabs the other towel and dries your hair before wrapping your hair in the towel.

you smile at him and he beams down at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. you reach over and hand him another towel and his smile turns bashful as you watch him dry his legs. heeseung grabs your hand and motions you out of the bedroom. you follow him and sit on the bed, watching as he takes off his underwear. at the sight of his cock, your mouth waters. you press your thighs together, ignoring the slight pain. heeseung doesn’t notice as he pulls his pajama bottoms back on.

you watch him with dark eyes as he walks to you. he unwraps the towel from your hair, massaging your scalp with it a few times before laying it beside you.

“lift your arms, baby.” you do as he says and he slips his shirt on you, pulling off the towel. he leaves you on the bed as he hangs the towels in the bathroom and puts your clothes in the laundry.

when he’s back, you can only stare at him. your eyes glance at the clock and they widen. “seung,” you whisper. heeseung can’t even explain how good it feels to have you say his name. his heart squeezes in his chest. he steps closer to you. “what about the movie? we should get going.”

you and heeseung were supposed to go out today. a new studio ghibli movie had come out and heeseung had really wanted to see it. although you were in no mood, you would go if he wanted too.

heeseung blinks at you before he cups your face with his hand, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. “fuck the movie, baby. you’re way more important.” you try your best not to let your eyes water at his words. “tell me what i can do. do you want to sleep? or shall i make you something to eat?”

your frown deepens and heeseung wants to kiss you so badly but he just continues pressing down on your bottom lip. “but–” heeseung shakes his head, knowing what you were going to say. you say it anyways. “you really wanted to watch the movie.”

heeseung sighs before he crouches down, matching eye level with you. he uses his other hand to cup the other side of your face before he presses his forehead against yours. “you are more important than some movie, my love. how can i watch a movie when you’re upset?” he kisses your nose. “all i want is to make you feel better. offer you comfort any way i can.”

you shut your eyes at his words, unable to handle the tensity of his gaze; filled with so much love and affection. you nodded once before you opened your eyes. “will you lay with me? i just want you to hold me.”

heeseung smiles before nodding. he stands up and as you crawl further into bed, he pulls off his shirt. he knows that you always prefer laying with him while he’s shirtless because he runs extremely warm. you find comfort in his warmth; skin to skin in a non-intimate way.

heeseung crawls into bed and gathers you in his arms. you lay facing him as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in. you lay one hand flat on his chest while the other is thrown over his waist. his legs tangle with yours and you nuzzle your face into his neck.

he rubs your back soothingly as you breathe him in. “do you wanna talk about it, baby?”

you don’t say anything as you think about it. you didn’t really want to talk about it, but communication was important to both of you. you knew that if you were in heeseung’s position, you would want him to say something.

“i’m just so fucking exhausted, hee.” you mumble against his chest. he kisses your forehead as he listens, wishing he could remove everything unpleasant from your life. “nothing went right today and it was all too much.” his fingers traced small patterns on your back.

“i’m sorry, love,” he whispers. his breath tickles your ears and you sigh into him, clinging. “that sounds awful.” heeseung genuinely meant it. it took a lot to make you upset, being someone who always looked at the positive side of things. he wanted to squeeze all the negativity out of your body, willing to carry it all himself if it meant you would smile up at him.

you nodded as you shut your eyes. this was all you thought about all day; laying in bed with him, his strong arms around you. knowing he would take care of you, even if you didn’t deserve it. you loved him so much.

you and heeseung lay together, your eyes shut as he rubs your back, whispering sweet words of encouragement every now and then. you want to fall asleep, but you can’t. even though you’re exhausted, you can’t seem to drift off.

frustrated, you shift your hips, trying to find a better position and whimper when heeseung’s bulge rubs against your bare pussy. heeseung’s eyes fly open and he tightens his hold on you.

“baby?” he looks down at you and his eyes widen when he stares down at your watery, tired eyes. “what is it, love?”

you rub your pussy against his clothed dick and whimper at the feeling. heeseung watches as you squeeze your eyes close at the feeling and suddenly, he understands. when heeseung has a bad day, nothing makes him feel better than being inside you. he now knows that you’re the same.

he kisses your forehead and cheek before he grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. “do you want me, baby?” he nudges your nose with his. “hm? want me to fill you up?” he should have realized that this is what you wanted. your nails were digging into him, wanting to be as close to him as you could be.

you nodded, eyes wide. heeseung usually liked to tease you, but right now, all he wanted was to make you feel better. nothing was more important than taking care of you. “please,” you say.

heeseung smiles and kisses you, lips pressing against yours messily. as he kisses you, his hand travel down your waist, mindful of your burns. he slips his hand in between your legs, his thumb pressing against your pussy. “fuck, baby,” he whispered against your mouth. “you’re already so wet.” he rubs your pussy with his thumb before pressing down on your clit, swallowing your moan.

he coats his fingers in your slick before slipping a finger in, his rough skin caressing your gummy walls, reaching deep within you. when you moan, heeseung begins kissing your neck, sucking and nibbling. you press your forehead against his neck, sucking on his adam’s apple when he slips another finger in, and then another. the three fingers inside you worked fast, curling and pumping.

heeseung kisses you everywhere he can. he presses open mouth kisses to your neck and chin and then kissed your lips, tongues pressed together. your body began to shake and he knew you were close. you were squeezing around his fingers and he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

“that’s it, love,” he encouraged. he kissed your forehead and then your eyelids. “cum for me. let go, baby.” you moaned out his name as you cummed, nails digging into his back as he made you ride out your orgasm on his fingers.

he whispered quiet praises in your ear, pressing his lips against the side of your head. “such a good girl, that’s it.” once you began panting, he slowly removed his fingers and brought them to his lips.

you watched with blurry eyes as he licked his fingers clean, sucking off all your juices as he stared at you, nothing but love in his eyes. “you did amazing, baby.”

at this, you smiled and heeseung felt like the luckiest man in the world. his own eyes crinkled and he kissed you, ignoring your whimper as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

kissing you hungrily, heeseung used one hand to pull his pajamas down. you felt his tip graze your pussy and you jerked into him, sensitive. he slid himself against your pussy, using your juices to wet his dick.

“i got you, baby.” he whispered into your mouth. he lines himself with your entrance and slowly pushes in, your slick making it easy for him. you silently gasp as he stretches you, welcoming the feeling. heeseung whimpers as your pussy sucks him in and he moans into your neck when he bottoms out.

that’s how you lay for a few minutes; holding each other as his dick fills you up, connecting you both at the most intimate level. you kiss heeseung’s neck, needing more friction. “move, hee. please.”

heeseung nods, eyes squeezed shut as he slowly begins rocking his hips back and forth. you both moan as he fucks you slowly, filling you up just the way you wanted. once he’s fully in you, you squeeze around his dick and he whimpers, eyes opening. you grind on his dick and he can only bite his lip as you use his dick for your own pleasure.

and he lets you. he doesn’t move as you continue to grind on his cock, wanting your pleasure to come first. he holds himself back when you slowly start to move on his dick, knowing that it belonged to you more than it did him.

the sight of you trying to get yourself off on his cock is enough to push him over the edge. he’s sweaty and his eyes are blurry, and he is so in love with you. he hopes you never have a bad day again but if you do, he wants you to use him like this. when you open your eyes and look at him, he can’t help but kiss you.

“please, seungie.” you beg. “make me cum.”

hearing your words, heeseung loses control. he begins rocking his hips back and forth, pulling out completely and then pushing in, deep enough to feel himself in your stomach. you’re whimpering and gasping, and then you’re squeezing around him and he’s unraveling.

“i’m cumming,” you sniffle. “seung, please. i’m–”

heeseung slams into you, fucking you harder. he presses his face against your head as he pants. “cum for me, love.” his cock twitches and when he feels your cum soak his dick, he lets go. he continues fucking you as he cums, unable to stop.

you press yourself further into him, body sweaty and warm as his dick fucks his cum into you. you pull at his hair when you begin to feel overstimulated, but heeseung doesn’t stop. he rocks his hips into you until you’re both on the verge of tears.

once he’s stopped cumming, his muscles relax and he holds you tighter, kissing your forehead. he tries to move but you’ve caged him with your arms and legs. you look up at him and smile so widely he swears he could cum again.

“stay in me, seung. just wanna feel you.”

heeseung presses his lips against yours softly and keeps his dick in you. “whatever you want, princess.” he wanted to clean you up, wipe the stickiness from your legs and put some ointment on your thighs, but he would have to wait. right now, you needed him inside you, beside you.

you slightly adjust yourself and rest your head in his neck as he rests his on your head. he rubs your back, tracing small hearts on your shoulder until he hears your soft snores.

he smiles at you before kissing your forehead, tightening his hold on you before he drifts off to sleep. his cock still in you, keeping you warm and full and happy.

a/n: i love soft hee so much. there isn't enough of him on here. also, this one is for @karinasbaby because she is everything to me and appreicates soft hee as much as i do. also this was meant to be short but i got carried away 🤭

prettiest smile in the world i fear

재윤 — BOYFRIEND JAKE WHO...

PAIRING: idol bf ! jake × female reader . GENRE: smut, headcanon . WARNING(S): smut, mdni, not proofread . WC: n/a. . [CHECK] [M.LIST]

Bf!Jake who kisses you while the two of you are having a heated argument, his tongue exploring your mouth as if trying to make you forget all the mean things you two said to each other during the fight.

Bf!Jake who loves it when you hug him from behind while he's cooking, especially since he can feel your breasts pressing against his back.

Bf!Jake who can't help but cup your breasts through your pajama top whenever you're sleeping over at his place, using your breasts as his stress balls is one of his favourite things to do (he just loves when your nipples harden against his thumb.)

Bf!Jake who peppers your face with kisses whenever you feel down or insecure about your looks. He'd probably pull you on his lap and listen to you rant about why you felt that way.

Bf!Jake who sends you dirtiest pickup lines while you're trying to focus on anything but him.

Bf!Jake who loves to take you in missionary because it allows him to bury his face in your neck, shower your face with kisses while your pussy clenches around him every now and then.

Bf!Jake who can't help but trace your thigh with his fingers while you're both having dinner with mutual friends, occasionally cupping your clothed pussy under the table while he's talking to his friends like nothing's wrong at all.

Bf!Jake who loves the way you look up at him with those wide eyes full of unshed tears, cheeks flushed and full of him as you swirl your tongue around his thick shaft. He might as well pat your head and call you his ‘good girl’ encouraging you to take more.

Bf!Jake who fucks you in his dorm room, knowing damn well that the other members are sleeping in their rooms and might hear the two of you having sex.

Bf!Jake who doesn't hesitate to try new things with you, more so, if you're the one who's initiating or suggesting it.

Bf!Jake who loves when you're all naked and riding him on his bed while he's fully clothed, it satisfies him to see you so needy and sometimes he wonders what his members would think if they saw you all needy for him like this.

Bf!Jake who spanks you when you act like a brat. He loves to see your ass cheeks all pinkish from the act.

Bf!Jake who has to make sure you have a fresh hickey on your neck always because he wants everyone to know you belong to him.

Bf!Jake who buys you a bouquet but keeps a single rose from the bouquet to himself so that he knows when to buy you a new one.

Bf!Jake who loves how your panties stick to you when you get all wet just by hearing his voice and him calling you his ‘wife’.

Bf!Jake who fills you up with his cum, pushing the dripping cum inside your already wasted hole. He captures how you look all flushed in the face with your hair spread on the pillow as you pant.

Bf!Jake who captures your every special moment and keeps them in a secret folder. it varies from being as cute and simple as your smile when he teases you or as private as your first time with him.

Bf!Jake who gives you the best aftercare, makes sure you're not too sore because of the roughness of the act. He might as well help you shower, makes sure he's cleaned his cum off of you.

permanent taglist: @moonpri @chexnluv @wensurr

[ENHYPEN MINI SERIES]

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do u ever just look at someone & think about how bomb the sex would be

jake and jay cussing during sex.. ):

after seeing those clips of them saying fuck during the concert i can't help but think about how they keep themselves filtered to stay professional but during sex there's no holding back, saying whatever the hell they want

jake who kisses up your neck while you're riding him, one arm wrapped around your entire waist helping you bounce up and down, letting out heavy groans and "fuck, just like that" "fuck me baby" "feels so fucking good" "fuck on me however you want, ___". when you feel him twitching inside you knowing he's close, speeding up and slamming yourself up and down his cock, his eyes squeezing shut and brows all concentrated, earning a string of "fuck fuck fuck, fuck fuck, fuck i'm gonna fucking cum, fuck me baby, make me fucking cum"

jay who looks down at you while giving you deep slow strokes, kissing you tenderly in between his thrusts, every time he pulls away from the kiss he's gazing at you, showering with compliments like "my beautiful girl, wanna fuck you all night" before leaning down to kiss you again. when he feels you clenching around his cock, he fucks into you a bit harder this time, pace still slow, "wanna fuck you just like this, wanna give it to you just like this baby" and he's breeding your pussy as he cums with you, letting out groans and "fuck yeah, fucking love cumming inside you", holding both of your hands and leaning down to make out with you once again

forever and always — sjy & psh

bf!jake x yn x bf!sunghoon

warnings: established poly relationships (jake yn and hoon), pet names, kisses, lowcase written

synopsis: you might just realise how your boyfriend are going to be your forever and always and love you even more for your clingy side.

wc: 1.6k

a/n: if you know me then you know this was bound to happen. literally down bad for jakehoon and would legit be the perfect house wife for them both 🙏🏻 feedbacks are appreciated 🙂‍↕️ this was also inspired by a tiktok but i can’t find it anymore so yes well credit to them for inspiring me so badly for jakehoon fluff 🥹

sigh.

and sigh.

and sigh again.

as you sigh dramatically for the hundredth time, you nuzzle closer to jake, who’s giving you a mix of exasperation and amusement. you know he secretly enjoys it, even though he's acting all serious right now.

“yn, i swear to god,” jake mutters under his breath, trying to maintain his composure but failing. his eyes flicker with a hint of fondness that he can’t hide. “you’ve been doing this all morning. what’s going on?”

you pout, your hand reaching for his, intertwining your fingers as you snuggle into his side. “i need attention. and you’re not giving it to me,” you say in a slightly whiny tone, the words dripping with playful dramatics.

it’s jake’s turn to sigh this time, though it’s more out of defeat than annoyance. “i’m literally right next to you,” he grumbles, trying to seem unbothered, but his thumb starts tracing circles on the back of your hand.

“but where’s the fun in that?” you reply, eyes widening innocently as you look up at him. “i want you to pamper me.”

at that exact moment, sunghoon walks into the room, fresh from the shower, a towel lazily hanging from his neck as he shakes out his wet hair. his eyebrows raise as he observes the scene — you clinging to jake like a baby koala. “what’s all this about?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice as he notices your clinginess.

“yn in one of their moods,” jake says, rolling his eyes but smiling softly.

“mood?” you huff, now turning to sunghoon, your pout deepening as you shift away from Jake and towards him. “i’m just asking for a little love and attention! is that too much to ask?”

sunghoon chuckles, crouching down in front of the couch, his hand finding its way to your cheek, gently caressing it.

“a little love and attention, huh?” he repeats, his voice soft yet teasing. his eyes hold the same warmth that jake’s do, even if they’re both pretending to be put out by your antics.

you nod vigorously. “yes! both of you have been ignoring me all morning.”

jake snorts at that. “ignoring you? you’ve been between us the entire time of the night, and the day before and so on.”

“exactly,” sunghoon adds, now leaning closer, his lips brushing your forehead in a gentle kiss. “we’ve been right here.”

you let out another exaggerated sigh, though this one is more playful than frustrated. “it’s not enough. i need more,” you declare dramatically, your arms wrapping around sunghoon’s neck as you pull him into an embrace, leaning back into the couch cushions with him in your arms.

jake, seeing this, sighs as well and shifts closer to you on the other side. “you’re so clingy today,” he mutters, but there’s no bite in his tone. in fact, he sounds almost… happy.

and you know the truth — they secretly love when you’re like this. they’d never admit it outright, but the way jake’s hand sneaks around your waist to pull you back into him, and the way sunghoon’s arms tighten around your frame, tells you all you need to know.

you feel their warmth enveloping you, and for a moment, you bask in the quiet intimacy of it all. their steady breathing, the subtle beat of their hearts against you, it makes you feel safe — like you’re exactly where you belong.

“i know you guys secretly like it when i’m clingy,” you mumble, half into sunghoon’s chest and half into Jake’s shoulder.

jake huffs, his hand now rubbing soothing circles on your back. “you’re impossible.”

sunghoon laughs softly. “but we wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says quietly, pressing another kiss to your temple.

you smile, feeling the love from both of them surround you, the gentle touches, the warmth, and the way they’re both here, right where you need them.

“love you both,” you murmur contentedly.

jake presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “we love you too, clinginess and all.”

sunghoon hums in agreement, his hand gently brushing through your hair. “always.”

you shift slightly in between your two boyfriends, the warmth of their bodies making you feel all soft inside. jake’s fingers continue to trail lazily along your back, and sunghoon is still playing with your hair, a quiet hum vibrating in his chest.

"so, what you're saying you need more attention, huh?" jake says, his voice dropping just a little as he tilts his head down, catching your eye. he has that playful smirk on his face that you know too well — the one that always makes your heart skip a beat.

you narrow your eyes at him, catching on to his teasing. "yes, exactly. i don't think you're giving me enough." you stick your tongue out a little, leaning more into sunghoon’s chest.

sunghoon chuckles, his hand moving from your hair to your waist, holding you a little tighter. "you sure about that? because it kinda looks like you're being spoiled right now." his voice is smooth, almost a whisper, and it sends a shiver down your spine, though his tone remains lighthearted.

“hmmm” you hum thoughtfully, biting your lip in a mock-thoughtful way. “spoiled? i think we can do better.”

"oh, is that right?" jake leans down even closer, his breath brushing your ear now, sending a tiny spark through you. his tone has a teasing edge as he adds, "maybe we should really show you what spoiled feels like."

you laugh, but it's nervous — playful nervous. "what are you guys planning?" you squirm slightly, trying to keep your cool, but the closeness of both of them has you feeling all warm and giddy inside.

"nothing." sunghoon’s voice is too innocent as he shifts, his lips brushing your cheek now. "unless you're asking for it."

you playfully push at sunghoon’s chest, giggling as jake nuzzles into the crook of your neck. "you two are so-" you start, but you're cut off by a soft kiss being pressed to your temple, this time from jake.

"what?" jake murmurs against your skin, a smile in his voice. “loving? affectionate?”

“clingy,” you tease, laughing when sunghoon pinches your waist gently.

“clingy?” sunghoon repeats, raising an eyebrow. “that’s rich, coming from you, love.”

you scrunch your nose, knowing you're definitely being the clingiest one right now, but also secretly loving how they're both so wrapped up in you.

“okay, okay, fine. maybe i’m being a little clingy today,” you admit, your voice softening as you look between them. “but i like it when we're like this.”

jake’s teasing smirk melts into something softer as he rests his chin on your shoulder, his lips brushing against your collarbone in the faintest kiss. "we like it too," he says, his voice lower but still full of affection.

sunghoon’s hand traces a slow path up and down your side as he leans in to press another kiss, this time to your forehead. "we always like it when you're close," he whispers.

a blush creeps up your neck as your heart flutters, feeling the intensity of their closeness but also the overwhelming sense of love in the moment. it’s not just about flirting or teasing - it's the connection, the warmth, the comfort they bring you.

you could spend the rest of the day tangled up between them like this, and it just wouldn't be enough.

you let out a soft, contented sigh, your heart swelling as you snuggle even closer. "you two are such softies," you mumble, trying to hide your smile as you close your eyes.

jake chuckles, his voice rumbling against your skin. "only for you."

"and only always," sunghoon adds, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

you smile at their words, feeling loved in every possible way. and even though they were teasing you just a minute ago, you know they're serious. they’d spoil you, hold you, love you forever if you asked them to.

"guess i’ll just have to keep being clingy then," you say softly, opening your eyes just enough to see the way they both look at you — like you're their whole world.

jake’s lips quirk into a grin, and he leans in, his voice dropping just enough to make your heart flutter again. "we wouldn't want it any other way."

sunghoon hums in agreement, leaning in closer to plant one more soft kiss on your lips. “never.”

yoy smile, feeling warmth bloom in your chest as you snuggle closer to both of them. “good,” you whisper, pretending to be dramatic again. “because i’m not going anywhere. you’re stuck with me forever.”

jake chuckles, tightening his arms around you as he presses his forehead against yours. “forever sounds perfect.”

sunghoon grins, leaning his head on your shoulder. “you say that like it’s a threat, but we’re definitely winning here.”

you smirk, eyes still closed. “you sure? i’m a lot to handle.”

jake snorts. “please, you’re nothing compared to sunghoon’s weird obsession with collecting skincare samples.”

sunghoon gasps dramatically, pulling away just enough to look offended. “excuse me? my skin is flawless, thank you very much. you could learn a thing or two.”

you laugh, the warmth in your chest growing as their playful banter surrounds you, making you feel even more cherished. "fine, you two can keep bickering while i just enjoy all this attention."

jake grins, ruffling your hair with a soft chuckle. "our clingy queen deserves nothing less, and we’re at your service."

sunghoon leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "forever at your service," he adds with a teasing smile.

you sigh contentedly, snuggling into both of them as you murmur, “forever sounds perfect.”

i am. SO NORMAL. about this

enhypen as porn videos

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heeseung

gamer chair, amateur, you’re on top riding him as he sits, lazy, comfy, he’s in a hoodie, he’s in glasses, you’re in his oversized shirt

jay

fucking your “boss”, starting out with dress shirt, tie, and dress pants, he loosens the tie and rolls up his sleeves when you start to go down on him, faceless video, also amateur-ish

jake

car sex, amateur, flash on, stationary camera angle, the passenger seat is pushed back so you can ride him, you move to the back seat so you can do more positions, he loves dirty talking and light impact play

sunghoon

close up video of him eating pussy, his pink lips swollen and flush against your heat, his slender, pretty fingers pumping in and out of you, switch to a close up of sunghoon fucking you, his hands firmly on your hips and your thighs shaking with every thrust, high quality and intimate

sunoo

making out with you, messy bed, dim lighting, hands roaming and with soft moans and whimpers, slow transition into making love, video ending with him pulling out and cumming on your tummy, comforting vibe, amateur

jungwon

fingering you while kissing you, morning sex with slightly golden morning sunlight peeping through the blinds, one hand playing with your breast, giving each other oral, girl on top, slow, sensual, ending with a creampie, just moans and whimpers, high quality

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admin monkey

my friday 2am mood… i need him (his nose)

THIS SUNOO PIC OH MY GOD???!?!?!?

This genre of sunghoon

sunghoon when he's a needy boyfriend

so cutesy

♫︎ YOUR EYES ONLY | P.SH

╰ sugar talking, your eyes only, yeah

YOUR EYES ONLY: sunghoon has a secret, something he has only kept to himself. he has a ability, something which shows him what someone is thinking or what is gonna happen to them in future but all of it stops upon you, why? . GENRE: fluff. . WARNINGS: use of cuss words, kisses, alcohol, not proofread. . WORD COUNT: 10.1k

adele’s note : : I would just like to thank all those who read my previous fics, it really made my day. about this fic, i’m not really sure. this didn't match my expectations and turned out idk so predictable and boring but I hope it doesn't seem as bad as I think it turned out to be.

THE sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the school courtyard where you stood with clenched fists, staring at Sunghoon in utter disbelief. He had his usual smug expression plastered on his face, the one that made your blood boil every time he was near. The soft breeze played with the stray strands of your hair, and you could hear the distant chatter of students leaving for the day, completely unaware of the scene unfolding between the two of you.

You had spent the entire afternoon in the quiet corner of the library, pouring your heart out into a love letter meant for someone else. The carefully chosen words and delicate decorations were a manifestation of your shy, bottled-up feelings, all neatly folded into that precious piece of paper. But now, Sunghoon stood there, casually leaning against the wall with one foot propped up, his arms crossed over his chest as if he owned the entire universe. In his hand was your letter, now crumpled into an unrecognizable ball.

“What the heck are you doing?” you snapped, your voice laced with anger and hurt as you glared at him. Your hands were balled into fists at your sides, nails digging into your palms, trying to keep your composure as your eyes darted from his face to the crumpled paper.

Sunghoon’s expression remained cold and unbothered, his dark eyes scanning you with an unreadable glint. He stood there with a lazy confidence, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other still clutching the crushed letter. He didn’t even bother to look at the ruined letter as he spoke, his tone dripping with a casual indifference that only fueled your frustration.

“Helping you out,” he muttered nonchalantly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. His voice was calm, almost bored, and the way he spoke made you feel like you were the one being unreasonable.

You narrowed your eyes, stepping closer to him, the distance between you shrinking but the tension growing thick like the humid air before a storm. “Helping me out?” you echoed, your voice rising in pitch as your eyes bore into his, searching for any hint of sincerity or remorse. “How does destroying my letter count as helping?”

Sunghoon shrugged, the movement so casual it made your skin prickle with irritation. His eyes flickered away from yours, scanning the emptying courtyard as if there were something far more interesting to watch than your anger. “He was gonna reject you anyways,” he said simply, his voice flat and detached, as though he were stating a fact rather than delivering a painful blow to your hopes.

Your mouth fell open slightly, caught between shock and the stinging bite of his words. Sunghoon’s casual cruelty never ceased to amaze you, but this time it felt personal. You took another step forward, your posture rigid with indignation, while he stayed annoyingly relaxed, his stance never faltering.

“Don’t you think you’re being too rude?” you muttered through clenched teeth, your voice tinged with the hurt you tried so hard to mask with anger. His indifference was like salt on a fresh wound, and you hated how he always seemed to know exactly how to get under your skin. You glanced down at the crumpled letter in his hand, feeling the sting of tears welling up despite your best efforts to keep them at bay.

Sunghoon met your gaze with an unflinching stare, one that held no apology, only a cold certainty that made your stomach churn. He turned his head slightly, tossing the letter into the nearby trash can with a careless flick of his wrist, as if discarding your feelings was no more difficult than throwing away a piece of litter.

“It took me hours to write and decorate it,” you added, your voice cracking slightly as the reality of what he had done sank in. You watched the letter fall into the trash, a mix of frustration and sadness clawing at your chest. Sunghoon didn’t even glance back at it, his focus entirely on you, as if waiting to see how you would react, feeding off the turmoil he caused.

Sunghoon simply scoffed, the sound low and dismissive, his lips curling into a faint smirk that only deepened your dislike for him. “Time better spent,” he said cryptically, pushing off the wall with a smooth, effortless motion. He straightened his posture, towering over you slightly, the space between you charged with unspoken words and simmering resentment.

You watched him turn away, his back straight and strides confident, as though he hadn’t just shattered a piece of your heart. His hands were tucked into his pockets now, a picture of casual arrogance, and for a moment you wondered what made him so cold, so utterly unfazed by the pain he caused.

As he walked away, each step slow and deliberate, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of hatred and curiosity. There was something about Sunghoon—something hidden beneath his icy demeanor that you couldn’t quite understand, and that unknown only made your resentment burn hotter.

You watched until he disappeared around the corner, leaving you alone in the dimming light of the courtyard, staring at the trash can where your crumpled love letter lay discarded. You hated him so damn much, yet couldn’t deny the unsettling pull of wanting to know why.

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the bustling school grounds as students shuffled in, their chatter blending into a low hum of excitement for the day ahead. You walked along the familiar path to your high school, the slight chill of the morning breeze ruffling your hair. As you approached the entrance, your eyes landed on him—Shen Ricky, the boy who made your heart race and your thoughts scatter like confetti every time he was near.

There he stood, leaning against the school gate, looking effortlessly cool in his school uniform. His blonde hair, though clearly dyed, shone under the sunlight, catching every glint and shimmer, as if it were spun from gold. The sight of him made your breath hitch and your heart thud in your chest like a drumbeat, drowning out every rational thought.

His easy-going posture and the casual way he chatted with a friend only added to his allure, leaving you utterly starstruck. You swallowed nervously, your palms suddenly clammy against the rose you clutched tightly in your hand—a single bloom you had picked up on your way, unable to afford a proper bouquet but too determined to let that stop you.

“Ricky!” you called out, your voice breaking slightly as you tried to sound more confident than you felt. The moment his name left your lips, his head turned in your direction, his expression brightening with a smile that seemed to light up the whole schoolyard. His smile—oh, that smile—made your knees feel weak, your resolve both strengthened and faltered in the same breath.

Ricky’s smile grew as he walked over to you, each step so smooth, so natural, that it felt like time slowed down just for this moment. The gentle way he moved, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, and the slight tilt of his head as he approached—all of it made your heart flutter uncontrollably.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice a perfect mix of casual friendliness and that sweet, effortless charm that always had you reeling. He stood in front of you now, close enough that you could catch a faint whiff of his cologne—a crisp, clean scent that somehow made him even more captivating. You were friends, just casual friends, but every small kindness, every word he spoke to you felt like a treasure, something to be cherished and tucked away in the corners of your heart.

You blinked, trying to steady yourself as the reality of what you were about to do hit you full force. This was it. The moment you had been waiting for, rehearsing in your mind over and over, picturing how you would finally confess the feelings that had been bubbling inside you for so long. Your grip tightened on the rose, its delicate petals trembling in your hands just as much as you were.

“I…” You began, your voice catching slightly as nerves threatened to take over. But this was your chance, and you didn’t want to let it slip away. With a shaky breath, you summoned every ounce of courage you had, lifting the rose between you, its soft pink petals a stark contrast against the crisp white of your school uniform. “Ricky, I really like y—”

But before you could finish, something—or rather, someone—interrupted you. A hand clamped over your mouth, the suddenness of it making you gasp in surprise, your words dying on your lips. The rose wobbled in your grip, your eyes widening as you tried to process what just happened. The familiar scent of leather and the cool touch of rings on your skin gave away the identity of your uninvited interrupter. You turned your head, your eyes narrowing in disbelief as they met the icy, indifferent gaze of Sunghoon.

Sunghoon stood behind you, his expression as unreadable as ever, his hand still firmly pressed over your mouth as if you were a doll whose speech could be silenced at will. His grip was firm yet gentle, not enough to hurt but enough to stop you in your tracks. You could feel his presence towering over you, the heat radiating from his body as he leaned in slightly, his face dangerously close to yours.

“She likes your shirt, it’s good,” Sunghoon finished for you, his voice cold and clipped, delivering the words with an air of nonchalance that made your stomach twist in frustration. He released his hand from your mouth slowly, as if savoring the control he wielded over the situation. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of anger, embarrassment, and something else you couldn’t quite name surging through you as you watched Ricky’s confused expression.

Ricky blinked, clearly thrown off by the abrupt shift in the conversation, but being the polite person he was, he simply nodded, a small, puzzled smile tugging at his lips. “Uh, thanks?” he replied, his tone uncertain as he glanced between you and Sunghoon. The awkwardness lingered in the air, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, mortification flooding you as Ricky gave a quick wave and turned to walk away, leaving you standing there, holding the rose and your thwarted confession.

You turned to Sunghoon, your eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and humiliation. He had stepped back now, his posture still relaxed, hands once again tucked into his pockets, as if he hadn’t just derailed one of the most important moments of your life. His expression remained impassive, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched Ricky’s retreating figure.

“Why the hell did you do that?” you snapped, your voice rising as you tried to contain the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. Sunghoon met your glare with his usual calm, unfazed demeanor, his eyes flicking to the rose still clutched in your hand, the petals now slightly crushed from your tight grip.

You watched him walk away, your mind a tangled mess of frustration and confusion. Sunghoon was like a puzzle you couldn’t solve, and you hated how he always seemed to have the upper hand. As you stood there, clutching the now-meaningless rose, you couldn’t help but wonder why Sunghoon always found a way to insert himself into your life, and why, despite the anger simmering inside you, you couldn’t entirely shake the curiosity that kept drawing you back to him.

He shrugged, the motion slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving yours. “Trust me, I did you a favor,” he said simply, his tone flat and unbothered, as though his actions were somehow justified in his twisted logic. He turned on his heel, leaving you standing there, heart still racing and cheeks still burning from the humiliating encounter.

The final bell rang, and the corridors filled with the chaotic buzz of students eager to head home. You spotted Sunghoon near the lockers, his usual smug expression on display as he chatted casually with his friends. Your anger, simmering since that morning's ordeal, boiled over. Determined, you marched up to him, grabbing him by the shoulders with a force that made him stumble slightly, caught off guard.

"Do you hate me so much that you want to mess up my love life?" you demanded, your voice laced with frustration. Sunghoon’s eyebrows arched, his signature eye roll coming into play as he glanced over at his friends, who were now paying keen attention to the unfolding drama.

"Why would you think that?" he asked, his tone dripping with a mix of sarcasm and disinterest. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the locker with an infuriatingly calm demeanor. His friends stood nearby, whispering among themselves but clearly entertained by the spectacle.

"Because I didn’t know you before," you continued, your voice rising slightly, fueled by the pent-up rage that had been festering since the first time Sunghoon interfered. "We never talked! And then you just… approached me, acted like we were casual friends, and now this? I don’t understand, Sunghoon!" Your words spilled out in a heated rant, each syllable tinged with the raw hurt that Sunghoon’s actions had caused.

He tilted his head, unfazed by your outburst. "You hate being friends with me, is that what you’re saying?" he shot back, his tone challenging, eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. He wasn’t backing down; if anything, he was leaning into the confrontation, relishing in it.

"That's… not what I said," you stuttered, momentarily thrown off balance by his sharp retort. But the image of Ricky's confused face earlier that morning flashed in your mind, reigniting the fire in your chest. You took a step closer, your grip on Sunghoon's shoulders tightening as you tried to make sense of his motives.

"I mean, I like Ricky. You know that. And yet, you tore up my love letter to him—crumpled it up like it was nothing. Even today, you pulled that stunt! Why, Sunghoon? What’s your problem?" Your voice cracked slightly, the raw vulnerability in your words surprising even yourself. The hurt in your gaze was unmistakable, and for a brief moment, Sunghoon’s smug expression faltered, replaced by something unreadable.

"Why?" you pressed, your voice softer now but still laden with confusion. Sunghoon opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get a word out, a gentle hand rested on your shoulder, drawing your attention away. You turned, your heart skipping a beat as Ricky stood beside you, his warm smile instantly melting away the tension that had been suffocating you.

"Are you free?" Ricky asked, his voice soft but filled with a casual confidence that made your cheeks flush. You blinked, momentarily forgetting the heated argument with Sunghoon as Ricky’s presence enveloped you in a wave of comforting familiarity.

"No, she's not," Sunghoon interjected sharply, his grip tightening on your other shoulder. His voice was laced with irritation, and his eyes flicked between you and Ricky with a mix of defiance and something that almost looked like jealousy. The tension between the two boys crackled in the air, palpable and intense.

"Is that so?" Ricky responded coolly, not backing down in the slightest. His gaze shifted to Sunghoon, a challenge silently exchanged between them. You hesitated, feeling the weight of both their expectations pressing down on you, but the softness in Ricky’s eyes was too hard to resist.

You brushed off Sunghoon’s hand, stepping closer to Ricky. A shy smile tugged at your lips as you nodded. "I’m free," you said softly, your voice wavering slightly under the weight of the moment. Ricky’s face lit up with that heart-melting smile of his, and he draped an arm around your shoulder, steering you away from the lockers and the lingering tension.

As you walked with Ricky, the two of you fell into easy conversation. His warmth and kindness were a stark contrast to Sunghoon’s icy demeanor, and being around him made you feel light and free. You laughed at something Ricky said, the sound soft and genuine, and you couldn’t help but steal glances at him, your admiration only growing. There was something so sweet about him, so earnest, that made you fall for him all over again.

Behind you, Sunghoon watched the two of you walk away, his expression darkening with every step you took. He scoffed under his breath, a bitter edge creeping into his features as he turned back to his friends, who were now nudging him playfully, trying to gauge his reaction. Sunghoon shrugged them off, shoving his hands into his pockets as he started walking, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t quite untangle. He watched you from a distance, his chest tightening with an unspoken frustration, and for the first time, the cracks in his cold façade began to show.

The air between you and Ricky was thick with anticipation as you pressed closer to him, your breaths mingling in the small space that separated you. "Mm... say you like me... please..." you whispered urgently against his lips, your voice trembling with need. You searched his eyes, hoping for the words you so desperately needed to hear, but Ricky simply hummed in response, his lips crashing onto yours with a fervor that sent shivers down your spine. His kiss was intense, his tongue slipping into your mouth, making your heart race wildly in your chest.

Your thoughts spun in a chaotic whirlwind. Was this just a fleeting moment for him, a game to be played and then discarded? Or did this mean as much to him as it did to you? The questions swirled in your mind, each one more agonizing than the last as his hands roamed your body. You needed assurance, something to anchor you in the reality of this moment, but his actions left you teetering on the edge of uncertainty.

Ricky's hand reached for the zipper of your dress, fingers deftly tracing the fabric as he pulled it down with a practiced ease. "Ricky..." you breathed, your voice barely a whisper, but laced with a desperation that cut through the heated silence.

There was an emptiness in his gaze, a distance that made you feel as though you were miles apart despite the closeness of your bodies. His touches were skilled, but they lacked the warmth you craved, the reassurance that he felt the same depth of emotions as you did. It was as if he were with you in body but not in spirit, and that realization stung more than you cared to admit.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that his interest in you only extended as far as the physical. The connection you hoped to find in his touch was conspicuously absent, replaced by a cold detachment that left you feeling hollow. Your hands clutched at him, trying to pull him closer, to close the distance that his indifferent touch had created, but the truth lingered in the back of your mind, insistent and undeniable. He didn’t love you, not the way you wanted him to. And maybe, just maybe, he never would.

Sunghoon jolted awake, gasping as his eyes flew open, the vision dissipating like smoke around him. His heart pounded wildly, the remnants of the dream clinging to him like a stubborn fog. He sat up in bed, his breath ragged as he tried to shake off the lingering images. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing back the strands that had fallen over his forehead.

What the hell was that? He rubbed his eyes, trying to ground himself in the reality of his room. Sunghoon had always had visions, flashes of people and places that he couldn’t quite place, but they had never felt this personal, this invasive. It was always random strangers before, glimpses of lives that had no connection to his own. But now, it was you.

And it wasn’t just once. It was always you, over and over, caught in moments that Sunghoon felt he had no right to see. His frustration bubbled up, a mixture of confusion and irritation. Why was this happening? What was it about you that had somehow become tangled in his strange, unexplainable gift? Sunghoon clenched his fists, staring blankly at the wall as he tried to piece together the answer, but the more he thought about it, the further it seemed to slip away.

Why you? Why now? And why, for the first time, did it feel like more than just a vision?

And so, the next week was nothing short of a whirlwind, chaotic and unpredictable, but somehow, here Sunghoon was, supporting your drunken self as you stumbled along the sidewalk, your mumbled words barely coherent. The night air was cool, a gentle breeze ruffling your hair as you leaned heavily against him, your steps unsteady. Sunghoon tightened his grip, wrapping an arm securely around your shoulders to keep you upright.

“Why the hell would you drink if you can’t handle it?” he muttered under his breath, a mix of annoyance and concern lacing his voice. He glanced at you, your face flushed and eyes glazed, the aftermath of too many drinks taking its toll.

"Ricky..." you whimpered, your voice cracking as fresh tears spilled over. “He was with a girl.” Your words were slurred, the betrayal evident in your tone as you clung to Sunghoon, seeking solace in the warmth of his presence.

Sunghoon sighed, his expression tightening with a hint of frustration. "I told you, he doesn’t like you,” he said, his voice low but firm. “You should’ve listened to me.” There was no malice in his words, only the blunt truth that he knew you needed to hear, even if it stung.

“But... I thought...” you trailed off, your mind muddled and heart aching. “Am I ugly? Why doesn’t he like me?” The self-doubt poured out in a soft, drunken lament, your thoughts spiraling as you tried to make sense of Ricky’s indifference. Suddenly, a giggle bubbled up from your throat, unexpected and slightly delirious, as you caught sight of a couple kissing passionately in the shadows of the dimly lit street.

“He was kissing her just like that,” you muttered, your giggle turning bitter, the sound tinged with heartbreak as you pointed at the couple. They broke apart, startled by your slurred commentary, their expressions quickly morphing into awkward discomfort as they glanced your way.

Sunghoon, ever the quick thinker, shot them an apologetic smile, raising a hand in a gesture of reassurance. “She’s just drunk,” he explained, his voice calm and composed, though the situation was anything but. He quickly steered you away, guiding you through the bustling streets with a practiced ease, his arm still draped protectively over your shoulder.

As you continued to lean into him, your steps uneven and your words a jumble of sadness and inebriation, Sunghoon couldn’t help but feel a mix of exasperation and something softer, a quiet resolve to see you safely home. The city lights flickered around you, casting long shadows on the pavement as he navigated the familiar route.

Sunghoon practically dragged you to your dorm room, your steps uncoordinated and wobbly, your weight slumping heavily against him. Once outside your door, he pressed you against it, using his body to keep you upright, his chest firm against your back as he supported you. Your giggles bubbled up, light and drunken, and Sunghoon gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the way your breath tickled his neck.

"What are you doing?" you slurred with a drunken giggle, feeling his hands patting down your sides and front as he searched your pockets. The heat of his body against yours was oddly comforting, a stark contrast to the cool surface of the door.

"Checking for your keys," he muttered tersely, trying to keep his focus as he fumbled through your belongings. His fingers brushed against your hip, then your thigh, his movements efficient and hurried, but still the closeness registered. Sunghoon’s breath hitched slightly, the sudden awareness of how intimately close he was hitting him just as a sharp voice broke the silence.

"What the hell do you think you two are doing?" A volunteer from the hostel had appeared at the end of the hall, her eyes wide with suspicion as she took in the sight of the two of you pressed tightly together. Sunghoon’s face flushed instantly, and he jerked away from you, his sudden movement leaving you swaying precariously.

"She's sick!" Sunghoon stammered, grabbing you just in time before you collapsed onto the floor. He caught you awkwardly, his grip tightening around your waist as he tried to keep you steady. You blinked up at him, disoriented, your gaze glassy and unfocused.

"Doesn’t look like it," the volunteer said, her expression stern and her eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and disapproval. She crossed her arms, taking a step closer as she eyed Sunghoon warily. "If I see or hear anything weird, I’ll have to kick you out."

"Yes, ma’am," Sunghoon nodded quickly, his tone placating as he offered her a stiff, nervous smile. He barely managed to get the door open with one hand while keeping you upright with the other, and he guided you into your room, carefully closing the door behind him.

You stumbled inside, your vision swimming as you tried to make sense of the blurry figure in front of you. In your drunken haze, Sunghoon’s dark hair and sharp eyes morphed into someone else entirely. “Ricky...” you mumbled dreamily, your voice soft as if you were speaking to a lover in the night. Sunghoon rolled his eyes, his patience fraying as he steered you toward the couch, helping you down gently.

“God, why’d you drink?” he groaned, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The soft lighting of your dorm room cast shadows across his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw as he looked down at you, sprawled out on the couch, your cheeks flushed and your eyes half-lidded.

"I..." you started, your voice trailing off as you stared at him. Your gaze was unfocused, the alcohol blurring the lines of reality, and all you could see was Ricky’s face staring back at you.

Sunghoon bent down to adjust the pillow behind your head, and in that moment, you leaned forward, your movements clumsy but earnest, capturing his lips in a kiss. Your lips brushed his, soft and eager, tasting faintly of the alcohol you’d consumed. Your eyes fluttered closed, lost in the moment as you tried to pour every unspoken feeling into that kiss.

Sunghoon froze, his entire body tensing at the unexpected contact. For a brief, fleeting second, he didn’t move, stunned by the softness of your lips against his. But then reality snapped back, harsh and unyielding, and he pulled away, his expression hardening as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice sharp, tinged with disbelief and something else he couldn’t quite identify. Anger? Frustration? A strange ache in his chest that he didn’t want to acknowledge.

"I love you..." you murmured, your words slurred and heartfelt, but Sunghoon’s heart sank as you continued, "...Ricky."

Sunghoon sighed deeply, his gaze narrowing as he studied your face, now relaxed and peaceful as you slumped back onto the couch, slipping into unconsciousness. Of course, it wasn’t him you were seeing. It was never him. He clenched his fists, the sting of your misplaced affection settling heavily in his chest.

"I'm not Ricky," Sunghoon said quietly, more to himself than to you. He had always known, hadn’t he? The visions that plagued him, the dreams that showed glimpses of your thoughts and desires—none of them ever pointed to him. But knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.

You muttered something incoherent, reaching out blindly as if searching for the comfort of Ricky’s embrace. Sunghoon watched, the weight of your unrequited feelings pressing down on him as he stepped back, distancing himself from the bittersweet moment. He turned away, heading toward the door and pausing only to ensure it was securely closed behind him.

"Stupid girl," he whispered under his breath, a mix of exasperation and an unspoken sadness clouding his expression. "She thinks about Ricky even after seeing him kiss another girl."

He shook his head, shoving his hands into his pockets as he made his way down the empty corridor. The taste of your kiss lingered, bittersweet and haunting, as he wondered—not for the first time—why he kept finding himself drawn to you despite knowing the truth.

Weeks had passed since that night, and you made it your mission to avoid Ricky, burying your feelings deep within. Whether it was genuine attraction or just infatuation, you couldn’t quite decide. Your heart, once easily swayed by his charm, now felt quieter, less desperate. But there was something—someone else, maybe—that kept you in an odd state of confusion.

Sunghoon had been by your side through it all, his sharp gaze always lingering a little too long, his words biting and unforgiving. He wasn’t exactly gentle, but he was there, hovering in the background like a silent guardian.

You let out a soft yawn, stretching your arms lazily above your head as you sat across from Sunghoon in the campus café. The warm afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow over the bustling scene. Sunghoon’s eyes never left you, his expression somewhere between exasperation and amusement as he leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest.

“You’re not going to dwell on Ricky ever again, are you?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and something else—a flicker of concern that he tried hard to mask.

You shot him an annoyed look, your lips pressing into a thin line. “Of course not,” you replied, trying to sound convincing, but the tightness in your chest betrayed you. Sunghoon’s eyes narrowed, reading the uncertainty that you tried to hide behind your casual demeanor.

Sunghoon arched an eyebrow, his gaze piercing as if he could see right through your feeble attempt at indifference. “Sure,” he scoffed, his tone dripping with disbelief. “You’ve moved on, just like that?”

But your resolve was tested when, not even five minutes later, Ricky walked in. His tall figure commanded attention, and that effortless charm—the kind that made everyone turn their heads—was on full display. You caught a glimpse of his smile, that boyish, confident grin that had once set your heart on fire. Your stomach did a familiar flip, and despite your best efforts, your pulse quickened.

You tried to keep your expression neutral, but Sunghoon’s eyes were fixed on you, scrutinizing every micro-expression, every twitch of your lips. He saw the way your breath hitched, the subtle flush that crept up your neck, and he didn’t miss the way your fingers fidgeted nervously with the hem of your sweater.

Ricky’s smile flashed in your direction, a casual acknowledgment that felt like a jolt of electricity straight to your heart. You swallowed hard, keeping your gaze steady, but inside, your thoughts were a mess.

“Oh god, he's so hot. I wish he’d just—” Sunghoon couldn't help but mimic in your voice, about everything he's hearing from your mind about Ricky.

Sunghoon’s sudden movement caught you off guard as he leaned closer, his voice low and taunting. “Seriously? Already back at it?” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.

You whipped around, your eyes wide as you clamped a hand over his mouth. The touch was sudden, your palm pressing firmly against his lips to silence him. Sunghoon’s eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed with a playful glint as he peeled your hand away.

“Shut the hell up,” you hissed, cheeks burning with embarrassment. You could feel the heat of his skin under your touch, and the sudden proximity made your heart race for reasons you didn’t want to examine too closely.

Sunghoon licked his lips, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “How did you even know what I was thinking?” you demanded, your voice a mix of frustration and disbelief. You still weren’t used to how unnervingly perceptive he was, how he always seemed to know exactly what was on your mind.

Sunghoon leaned back, crossing his arms with a smug expression. “So you admit you were thinking about him?” he shot back, his tone teasing but laced with an underlying challenge.

“Nope,” you denied quickly, your voice higher than you intended. “Not at all.”

“Oh, I totally believe you,” Sunghoon replied, sarcasm dripping from his words. He watched you with that all-too-knowing gaze, the one that made you feel exposed and defensive. His eyes lingered on your flushed cheeks, the way you tried to look anywhere but at Ricky, and the slight tremble in your hands as you pulled your coffee cup closer.

Sunghoon’s expression softened just a fraction, his eyes flicking over your face as if searching for something—some truth you weren’t ready to admit. He sighed, leaning in closer again, his elbows resting on the table as he propped his chin in his hand. The movement brought him closer to you, his knee brushing against yours under the table, a touch so subtle yet electrifying.

“Look,” he said, his voice gentler now, almost a whisper. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I get it, okay? I see you.”

His words hung between you, heavy with unspoken meaning, and for a moment, the café seemed to fade into the background. It was just the two of you, the space between narrowing with every heartbeat. Sunghoon’s gaze held yours, and for a fleeting second, it felt like you were both on the edge of something—something new, something uncharted.

You swallowed hard, your resolve wavering under the intensity of his stare. The romantic tension was palpable, lingering in the air like a charged current. Sunghoon’s lips parted, as if he was about to say something more, but instead, he just shook his head, a small, rueful smile tugging at his lips.

“Just... don’t get hurt, okay?” he finally said, his voice tinged with a sincerity that made your chest tighten. His eyes lingered on yours for a moment longer before he leaned back, the moment slipping away like sand through your fingers. You nodded slowly, your heart still caught in the strange, conflicting emotions that Sunghoon always seemed to stir in you.

As Ricky passed by again, his presence barely registered this time. Instead, your thoughts were tangled up with Sunghoon—the way he always seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, and the way his words had a way of cutting through your defenses, leaving you feeling raw and exposed. For the first time, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t Ricky you were trying to move on from after all.

The cafeteria buzzed with its usual lunchtime chaos: the clatter of trays, the hum of conversations, and the occasional loud laughter echoing off the walls. You were standing at the soup station, eyes set on a bowl of steaming broth that promised comfort in the middle of a hectic day. Just as you reached for the ladle, a strong hand suddenly gripped your arm, pulling you backward with unexpected force.

You stumbled into Sunghoon’s chest, your back pressing against his solid frame as he held you close. The world seemed to tilt for a moment, your breath catching in your throat at the sudden proximity. Sunghoon’s arms were firm around you, his face just inches from yours as he steadied you, his expression unusually tense.

“Hey! What—” you began, but the words died on your lips as a loud crash reverberated through the cafeteria. A guy had slipped on a stray piece of food on the floor, his tray flying from his hands as he fell forward. Hot soup splattered everywhere, the steaming liquid spilling across the floor exactly where you had been standing a second ago. You blinked, realization sinking in. If Sunghoon hadn’t pulled you away, that scalding soup would have drenched you.

For a moment, you just stood there, heart racing, Sunghoon’s arms still wrapped around you protectively. His grip was firm yet gentle, like he was holding onto something fragile. The warmth of his body against yours was distracting, his breath brushing the top of your head as he slowly let go, his hands lingering for just a second too long before he stepped back, eyes scanning the room.

“What just happened?” you asked, bewildered, your gaze darting between the mess on the floor and Sunghoon, who was already guiding you away from the chaos. His hand found the small of your back, steering you toward a table as cafeteria staff rushed to help the fallen guy. The tension in the air seemed to hum with every step, your mind racing to catch up with what had just transpired.

Sunghoon pulled out a chair for you, his movements smooth and calm, like this was all perfectly normal. He watched you sit down, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, you just stared at him, trying to make sense of it all.

“How did you know he was gonna fall?” you asked, your voice edged with suspicion. You couldn’t shake the feeling that Sunghoon’s actions were too precise, too timed. It was like he’d seen it happen before it even occurred.

He shrugged, looking almost bored as he sat across from you. “I just watched,” he said nonchalantly, picking up his sandwich like it was just another ordinary day.

You narrowed your eyes at him, leaning forward as you pressed, “Liar. That guy fell literally the second after you pulled me close. There’s no way you just ‘watched.’”

Sunghoon sighed, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of mild frustration. He glanced around, making sure no one was listening before he spoke, his voice low and reluctant. “I can, um… kind of see the future,” he admitted, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “And sometimes, I can read people’s thoughts.”

For a moment, you just stared at him, waiting for the punchline of what you assumed was a poorly timed joke. But Sunghoon’s expression was deadly serious, his gaze unwavering. He wasn’t laughing, wasn’t smirking; he was just looking at you with a sort of resigned honesty that made your stomach twist.

“And you expect me to believe that?” you asked, your voice incredulous. “Come on, Sunghoon, this isn’t some sci-fi movie.”

“I’m not joking,” he insisted, his tone firm but not pleading. He held your gaze, his eyes steady and sincere, like he was silently begging you to understand. But the more he spoke, the more absurd it sounded. You couldn’t wrap your head around the idea that this was real, that Sunghoon of all people could have some supernatural ability.

“Of course you’re not,” you muttered, shaking your head as you stirred your soup absentmindedly, your skepticism clear in every line of your posture. “Right, because you can totally see the future and read minds. Next you’ll tell me you can fly.”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair with a sigh. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost weary. “It doesn’t work that way,” he said, sounding almost defensive now. “I can’t just—”

“Oh, I get it,” you cut him off, leaning closer with a smirk. “So you can only do it when it’s convenient, huh? Then tell me, what am I thinking right now?”

Sunghoon’s jaw tightened, his frustration evident as he glanced away. “It doesn’t work that way,” he repeated, his tone clipped. “It’s not like a switch I can flip.”

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you sat back, your annoyance bubbling up. “See? You’re lying,” you said, the challenge clear in your voice. “If you can read minds, then do it. Prove it.”

Sunghoon’s eyes flashed, a mix of irritation and something else—something deeper, like he was grappling with the weight of this secret. He looked at you, really looked at you, his gaze intense and searching. For a moment, you felt like he was stripping away all your defenses, peering straight into the depths of your thoughts. The tension between you crackled, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions.

“I’m not lying,” he said quietly, almost defeatedly. “I can see things—small glimpses, thoughts, sometimes even future events. It’s… it’s complicated.”

You wanted to argue, to tell him how ridiculous it sounded, but the earnestness in his voice made you pause. Sunghoon was many things—sarcastic, infuriating, always too sure of himself—but he wasn’t a liar. And the way he looked at you now, so open and vulnerable, made you question everything you thought you knew.

“Okay,” you said slowly, your voice softening as you leaned closer, your gaze fixed on his. “Then tell me this—why did you pull me back?”

Sunghoon’s expression shifted, a flicker of something unreadable passing over his features. He looked down at the table, tracing the grain of the wood with his fingers as if gathering his thoughts. “Because I saw it,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I saw you getting hurt. And… I couldn’t let that happen.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a strange warmth spreading through your chest. Sunghoon had always been an enigma—hard to pin down, harder to understand. But in this moment, with the truth laid bare between you, it was like seeing him for the first time. The boy who could see the future, who could read your thoughts, and who, despite it all, was just trying to protect you.

The weight of his confession hung in the air, leaving you both in a delicate, fragile silence. For once, you didn’t have a quick retort or a snarky comeback. Instead, you just nodded, accepting his words, even if you didn’t fully understand them.

As the days slipped by, Sunghoon’s uncanny foresight continued to prove itself true in small, unexpected ways. You didn’t want to believe it at first, chalking it up to coincidence, but his predictions were too precise to ignore.

Like the time he yanked you back from Ricky’s bike just as you were about to hop on, warning you that the ride wouldn’t end well. You had rolled your eyes, teasing him for his overprotectiveness, but not even an hour later, Ricky had crashed his bike, thankfully unhurt but shaken. You couldn’t help but notice Sunghoon’s complete lack of concern for Ricky’s fate, though; his focus was solely on you, a fact that was both confusing and oddly amusing.

Then there was the time during exams when, fed up with your lack of preparation, you’d jokingly asked Sunghoon if he could help you cheat. You didn’t expect him to agree, but with a mischievous grin, he’d managed to pick up on the answers from the thoughts of the class topper, feeding you the correct MCQ options for those elusive five marks. The sheer absurdity of it left you both stifling laughter throughout the test, but you couldn’t deny the rush of thrill, the shared secret cementing a bond between you that was growing stronger by the day.

Now, you found yourself by the seaside, the late afternoon sun casting golden hues across the gentle waves. You sat next to Sunghoon on a weathered wooden bench, shoulders brushing, as you both shared a pair of ear pods. Your favorite playlist softly filled the space between you, the music a quiet backdrop to the scene unfolding.

You leaned your head against Sunghoon’s shoulder, a move so casual and familiar it barely registered as unusual anymore. Sunghoon’s gaze was fixed on the horizon, his expression calm and thoughtful, his fingers drumming absentmindedly on his knee in time with the music. You let your eyes close for a moment, savoring the closeness, the easy silence between you. It was a quiet kind of bliss that you never realized you needed.

“Sunghoon,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with a playful edge. His only response was a soft hum, the vibration of it resonating through your cheek pressed against his shoulder. You smiled at his nonchalance, feeling the urge to break the serenity with a question that had been nagging at the back of your mind.

“Why did you approach me?” you asked, turning your head slightly to catch a glimpse of his profile. His face was partially in shadow, but you could see the slight raise of his eyebrow as he glanced down at you, curiosity piqued.

“What do you mean?” Sunghoon replied, his tone as relaxed as the waves rolling in. He didn’t move away, just kept his eyes trained on the distant horizon, his expression unreadable yet serene.

“I mean… I didn’t really know who you were before all of this,” you said, gesturing vaguely as if to encompass the entire bizarre journey of your growing friendship and whatever this was turning into. “You just showed up, out of nowhere.”

Sunghoon’s lips quirked up in a faint smile, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he looked down at you, something soft and almost nostalgic in his gaze. “I just dreamt about you,” he said simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Saw a glimpse of your room, your face… and I knew I had to save you.”

You blinked, processing his words, feeling a strange mix of flattery and confusion. “Save me?” you echoed, a small laugh bubbling up. “From what?”

Sunghoon shrugged, his shoulder lightly nudging your cheek. “From falling for the wrong person,” he said, his tone light but the undercurrent of sincerity clear. His gaze flickered with a hint of something deeper, something unspoken that lingered in the space between his words.

You huffed a small, incredulous laugh, pulling back slightly to look at him, your eyes narrowing playfully. “What, like you’re my guardian angel or something? I mean, at least if I fell for the wrong guy, I’d have a boyfriend, right?”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching as he suppressed a smile. “Are you that desperate?” he teased, his voice laced with mock seriousness.

You smacked his arm lightly, the action making him laugh, a sound that warmed your chest like a sunbeam. “I was just kidding. Jeez, no need to be a jerk about it,” you muttered, though you couldn’t keep the grin off your face. There was a beat of silence, comfortable and charged all at once, the sound of the sea filling in the gaps.

Sunghoon glanced at you, his smile softening, his eyes holding yours for a beat longer than necessary. “Good,” he said quietly, his voice dropping to a near whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. “Because I wouldn’t want you to settle for less than what you deserve.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the earnestness in his words, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, the sunlight casting a warm glow over his features, highlighting the sincerity in his gaze. The playful banter had shifted into something more, something unspoken but undeniably there, hanging between you like a fragile thread waiting to be acknowledged.

You smiled, leaning back into the warmth of his shoulder, your hand brushing his in a small, tentative gesture. Sunghoon didn’t pull away; instead, his fingers curled around yours, his touch gentle and reassuring. The moment felt suspended in time, the world around you fading into the background as you sat there, side by side, tethered by something far stronger than words.

It was almost comical how little Ricky crossed your mind these days. His name barely registered, the image of his face growing more distant by the day. Sunghoon, with his easy smiles and quiet confidence, had somehow consumed your thoughts, his presence so magnetic that it was like Ricky had never even existed. Sunghoon had a way of drawing you in without even trying, his every move effortlessly capturing your attention.

You found yourself sitting on the edge of a dock, your legs dangling over the side, the water gently lapping against the wood beneath you. Sunghoon sat beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed, the faintest touch sending tiny electric pulses through your skin. The sun was dipping low in the sky, casting a soft, golden light over everything, and you could feel the heat from his body, even through the cool breeze that danced off the lake’s surface.

Sunghoon was watching the sunset, his expression thoughtful, but you could see the hints of a smile tugging at his lips. His presence felt like a gravitational pull, and you couldn't resist leaning a little closer, feeling the warmth of his body seeping into yours. Your eyes drifted to his profile, tracing the line of his jaw, the curve of his lips, and without really thinking, you asked, “What do you think I’m thinking about, right now?”

Your voice was light, teasing, but there was a flicker of something deeper in your eyes, a challenge hidden beneath the playful tone. Sunghoon turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting yours with a knowing look that made your heart stutter. He didn’t answer right away, and you knew he was remembering too—the drunken kiss from weeks ago, the way your lips had found his in a haze of laughter and bravado, as if testing the waters of whatever lay between you.

His smile grew, slow and deliberate, and he leaned in closer, his eyes darkening with mischief. “Why don’t I just show you?” he murmured, his voice low and edged with a heat that made your pulse quicken. His gaze dropped to your lips, and before you could say another word, he closed the space between you, capturing your mouth with his.

The kiss was fervent, igniting something hot and urgent within you. It was as if he’d been holding back, and now all that restraint had snapped, leaving nothing but a raw, unfiltered desire that seared through you. His lips were soft yet insistent, moving against yours with a hunger that left you breathless. You responded in kind, your hands finding the fabric of his shirt, fingers curling into it as if anchoring yourself.

You pulled him closer, the kiss deepening, your senses overwhelmed by the taste of him, the faint scent of cologne mingling with the fresh scent of the lake. Sunghoon’s hands found your waist, gripping you as though afraid you might slip away, and for a moment, the world felt perfectly aligned, like everything had led up to this exact moment.

But then, in your fervor, you shifted your weight a little too much, and suddenly, the balance was gone. Your foot slipped on the slick, moss-covered wood, and with a startled gasp, you felt yourself tipping forward, pulling Sunghoon with you. The next thing you knew, you were both plunging into the lake, the cold water enveloping you in an instant, shocking the breath from your lungs.

You resurfaced, sputtering and gasping, your laughter bubbling up uncontrollably as you wiped the water from your eyes. Sunghoon came up beside you, shaking his hair out of his eyes, droplets flying in every direction. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him, his usually composed appearance now completely drenched, his shirt clinging to his body, his hair plastered messily to his forehead.

“You okay?” Sunghoon asked, his voice tinged with amusement as he glanced at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. There was no annoyance, no frustration—just the same easy smile that always seemed to be there, like he found the entire situation more entertaining than inconvenient.

You nodded, trying to suppress your giggles as you waded toward the shore, your clothes heavy with water. Sunghoon followed, his hand finding yours under the surface, squeezing gently as if to steady you. You climbed onto the dock, dripping wet and shivering slightly, but you couldn’t stop grinning as you sat down, the absurdity of the moment settling in.

“Did you see this in your future vision?” you asked, the words tinged with a playful skepticism as you gave him a sidelong glance. The sun was nearly set now, the sky painted with hues of orange and pink, and the golden light made the droplets on Sunghoon’s skin shimmer like tiny jewels.

He chuckled, raking a hand through his wet hair as he plopped down beside you. “Don’t you think I would’ve rather helped you out if I’d seen this coming?” he replied, his tone wry but warm. He nudged you lightly with his shoulder, the touch sending a warm ripple through you despite the chill of your damp clothes.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile didn’t fade. “God knows,” you muttered, your gaze shifting to the horizon. There was a comfortable silence, the two of you catching your breath, soaking in the last rays of the sun. You shivered slightly, and Sunghoon’s arm came around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

For a moment, you just let yourself be held, his warmth seeping into you as you both watched the sun dip below the waterline. It felt easy, natural, like you were exactly where you were supposed to be. You glanced up at Sunghoon, his face softened in the fading light, and you couldn’t help but lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

Sunghoon turned his head, his eyes meeting yours with a spark that sent a familiar flutter through your chest. “You know,” he said, his voice low, almost contemplative, “I don’t need to see the future to know that I’m right where I want to be.”

The next day, the classroom buzzed with the usual chaos that followed the release of exam results—students huddling around the posted rankings, laughter mixed with groans, some celebrating, others cursing under their breath. You stood at the back, your eyes scanning the list with a growing sense of dread. Your gaze landed on your name, and the number next to it hit you like a punch to the gut. Thirty-fifth out of fifty. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach, the disappointment washing over you in waves. You had expected better, especially with Sunghoon’s so-called "help."

You sighed heavily, frustration bubbling up inside you as Sunghoon appeared beside you, casually leaning against the wall with an air of nonchalance. His name was easy to spot, sitting comfortably at twelfth place. You could feel your temper flare, the unfairness of it all making your blood boil. You shot him an incredulous look, a mix of disbelief and betrayal painted across your features.

“What the hell, Sunghoon?” you muttered, your voice laced with irritation as you turned to face him fully. Your arms were crossed, and you could feel the tension in your shoulders, every nerve in your body on edge. “We copied the exact same answers with your fancy future vision, and yet I’m almost at the bottom? How does that make any sense?”

Sunghoon just chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that annoyingly charming way of his. He didn’t seem the least bit bothered by your rank, or your frustration, for that matter. Instead, he reached out, his hand finding your shoulder in a comforting gesture, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. The touch was gentle, but it did little to soothe the anger bubbling up inside you.

“I mean, I got twelfth,” he said with a shrug, his tone nonchalant as if that explained everything. Before you could fire back, he leaned in, pressing a quick, teasing kiss to your lips. The contact was brief but electric, a jolt of warmth spreading through you. You stiffened, your eyes darting around the classroom, aware of the curious gazes of your classmates.

“Shh,” Sunghoon whispered against your lips, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. His smirk was infuriatingly smug, and the mischief dancing in his gaze made your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“Sunghoon, we’re at school, you idiot!” you hissed, your voice low but urgent as you shoved him away lightly. The flush in your cheeks deepened, not just from the kiss, but from the sheer audacity of it all. Your heart was racing, and you struggled to maintain your composure, aware of the amused glances thrown your way. You were still getting used to this, to the way Sunghoon seemed to have no filter when it came to showing affection, no matter where you were.

“And? I’m not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?” he countered, raising a brow, his smirk only growing wider. His words were casual, but there was a gleam of defiance in his eyes, like he was daring anyone to say otherwise. It was infuriating and yet, somehow, that confidence was what drew you to him in the first place.

You rolled your eyes, trying to push past the embarrassment, but the warmth of his touch still lingered on your skin, sending your thoughts into a chaotic whirl. “Don’t change the topic,” you grumbled, your annoyance not quite masking the flutter in your chest. “How did you end up so high when I’m down here at thirty-fifth?”

Sunghoon’s expression softened, and he let out a small sigh, his hand slipping back into his pocket. He glanced away, as if gathering his thoughts before finally meeting your gaze again. “Alright, alright,” he relented, his voice taking on a slightly sheepish tone. “I might have... tweaked things a bit.”

You frowned, confusion knitting your brows. “Tweaked how?”

“Well,” he began, scratching the back of his neck, a rare flicker of guilt crossing his features. “I told you I’d read the answers off the topper, but… he finished his paper early, so there wasn’t much to read by the time I got around to it. So, I had to settle for the guy in eleventh place, but he was still filling in the last section when time ran out. I, uh, didn’t get all the answers.”

You stared at him, your frustration renewed. “So, you gave me half the answers from some random guy in eleventh?”

He winced slightly, offering a small, apologetic smile. “Pretty much, yeah.”

You let out an exasperated groan, your head falling into your hands. “Sunghoon, you should’ve told me!” you exclaimed, your voice muffled by your palms. “You let me think we were golden, and now I’m stuck down here at thirty-fifth! You’re such a—”

But before you could finish, Sunghoon stepped forward, his hands gently cupping your face and tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft, but there was a teasing glint that made your breath hitch. He leaned in, capturing your lips once more, this time slower, more deliberate. The kiss was tender, disarming you instantly, the anger dissipating like smoke in the wind.

His lips moved against yours with a gentle insistence, coaxing your tension away, and before you realized it, you were melting into him, your hands gripping the front of his shirt to steady yourself. The kiss deepened, each press of his lips more intoxicating than the last, and it was all too easy to forget where you were, who might be watching.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless, your mind a pleasant blur. Sunghoon’s forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours as he offered a lopsided grin. “I’d rather kiss you than argue,” he murmured, his voice soft but edged with that same playful arrogance that both infuriated and endeared him to you.

You blinked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest, your mind struggling to refocus. “You—you can’t just kiss me every time you mess up,” you managed to stammer, though the words lacked the bite you intended. It was hard to stay angry when he was looking at you like that, his gaze warm and unwavering.

“Who says?” he replied, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a soothing motion. He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Besides,” he whispered, his voice dropping to a playful, conspiratorial tone, “I can always read your thoughts and know just when you’re about to explode. Consider it... preemptive damage control.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up, your annoyance fading into a mix of exasperation and fondness. “You’re impossible,” you sighed, shaking your head, but your smile gave you away.

Sunghoon’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled back slightly, his grin infectious. “But you love it,” he teased, pressing one last, fleeting kiss to the corner of your mouth before finally stepping back, his hand still lingering at your waist.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was lighter, the weight of the ranking fiasco feeling far less significant with Sunghoon by your side. “Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, unable to keep the smile from your face as you laced your fingers with his. “Just promise you’ll do better next time, okay?”

“Cross my heart,” he said, his expression sincere, but the playful glimmer never left his eyes. As you walked down the hallway together, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but feel that, rankings aside, you’d still come out on top.

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⚠︎ nsfw, mdni. pussy eating well ofc, mirror sex for hee and noo, lovey dovey jay, jake is just nasty, oral m!rec for jake too, fingering, squirting, use of toys, pussy slapping and brat taming for sunghoon, pinching and clit biting for noo, jungwon is desperate, overstimulation

HEESEUNG | is a weak man when it comes to your pleasure. he would do anything in his power to hear your pretty sounds, he will do anything to see you writhe and shake underneath his weight, so gorgeous for him when your eyes roll all the way in the back of your skull and your plump lips part in pleasure when he’s working his magic on you. so don’t be surprised when he wants you to enjoy the sight too! getting you on your knees and facing a mirror as he spreads your ass cheeks open, relishing in the way your greedy little cunt clenches even without him doing anything to it. loving the way your body jumps forward slightly when he spits on your hole before completely digging in, hot tongue relentlessly fucking into your heat. he would be so messy, a mix of his spit and your juices just running down his chin and getting all over his sheets. he’d be grunting in pleasure and mumbling against your cunt to keep your eyes on yourself baby, literally working himself up by just thinking about how gorgeous you must look as you get near your orgasm. he gets so needy for your release he grabs your hips and fucks you back on his tongue, so harshly and fast your arms just collapse because it feels too good. poor little thing, your face smushed against his sheets as you get all your pretty makeup and drool on it, hee turning you into a dumb little slut with his tongue only.

JAY | always loves to eat you out, but he enjoys doing it particularly when you’re tired or you’ve had a rough day. he loves pampering and taking care of you, and it’s no different when he lays back and urges you to get on top of him with that signature lopsided smirk of his. he’s so gentle when he slides his hands all over your thighs and ass, caressing them with such care, his eyes glimmering as he encourages you to fully sit on him, to let him take care of you, angel girl. his movements would be so slow, agonizingly so. he wants you to just put all your weight on him and relax, let him worship you like the goddess you are in his mind. he’d keep his eyes closed, savoring every single moment too as he slides his tongue along your slit, gently circling your clit a few times and humping the air when he feels just how responsive you are to his touch, no matter how slight. totally slides his hands up to your lower back and hips, the contrast between his rough hands but careful grip sending shivers through your entire body, especially when he parts from your heat for a second to just whisper how much he loves you, how much he loves this cunt and how good you taste, before diving back in and rocking your body back on forth on his tongue until you make a mess all over his mouth.

JAKE | is so fucking nasty. he would spend every waking hour between your thighs if he could, and he does try. it gets to a point where sometimes you feel a little bad, you want to return the favor but everytime he just asks for you to just let him eat your cunt once more? you don’t seem to get that he does this for his pleasure too. he just loves your pussy and her taste so bad.

still, you also want to pleasure him. so why not suck his cock while he eats you out? the best of both worlds! and he becomes absolutely obsessed with it. just shamelessly thrusting his hips up into your mouth as he groans and moans and pants against your wet hole. he’s just so happy you let him eat you out as much as he wants now. he loves sucking on your clit, making downright obscene sounds, while fingering your cunt open with his thick and long digits, always challenging you to fit more and more. you’re so drenched sometimes he thinks he could fit his whole hand inside you. would literally hold your legs around his face after you come, because it’s still not enough. so into overstimulating the shit out of you, to the point you’re not even really sucking his cock anymore but doing something closer to gagging on it as he fucks your mouth. don't even think about squirting in his mouth because he will fuck it back inside you and try to get you to do that again. just insatiable.

SUNGHOON | is a lot more meticulous when he’s stressed or irritated. he likes to use every single toy he can think of on you, especially when he’s eating you out. there’s vulnerability in letting someone else pleasure you like that, and he loves to make sure you never forget that. making you hold your own legs so you’re bent all nicely for him, giving him the freedom of doing absolutely anything he wants to you. his bushy eyebrows furrowed as he keeps his eyes on your tits, your pretty clit delicious in his mouth as he sucks on it while slowly inching one of your dildos inside your hole. because of course, you think you’re so slick owning all of this nasty shit. well he can use that better too, he just knows your body so well. slowly teasing the toy in like he would his own tip, making you beg just for some stupid plaything like you would for his thick cock. and if you did anything to make him mad like the slutty brat you are, don’t even think about letting your legs go for even a second, no matter how good his mouth feels. because he will stop and strip your peak right under you. opting instead to land repeated slaps right on your clit, telling you that’s all you’ll get, cum like this and show him you're sorry, show him how good you are. and you do. you squirt around nothing, soaking your own hands that are still holding your thighs open, tight little hole convulsing like it’s begging for anything to fill it up. and while hoon is finally calming down and going back to your usually loving boyfriend, he thinks he just might give it something for real this time.

SUNOO | is another one who loves making you watch yourself in a mirror. but, differently from heeseung, he makes you sit on his face instead. there's something about making you watch yourself give up dominance to him even when you’re on top, with every chance to just grab his hair and ride his face right at your disposal and yet still choosing to let him toy with you however he wants. will absolutely pinch the skin of your thighs or just straight up bite your clit until you put all of your weight on him. he loves teasing you by nibbling everywhere on your thighs until you’re so turned on you’re gushing on his face and begging for him to please just give you what you want. his movements would be so fast, but so calculated because he just knows all of the little things that have you creaming around his tongue in no time, his nails digging and leaving indents on your fleshy thighs whenever you squish his head between them. not to stop you but to encourage you to squish as hard ad you want. he fucking loves to be left breathless under you, never once coming up for air until he has you coming all over his face when his nose touches your clit, knowing he’s so gonna make you lick it all off after.

JUNGWON | got his first taste of pussy with you and it just woke up a dormant demon inside him. he’s obsessed with making you cum like this, and he’s fucking filthy with it too. so talkative during it, switching between his tongue and fingers because he just can’t shut up about how good you taste, how you’re squeezing his fingers so good… fuck, will you squeeze his cock like that too? he’s always expecting you to talk back to him even when he knows you just can’t. not when his tongue is so deep inside you, literally slurping every single drop of your slick like it’s precious nectar he needs to survive. you’d never believe he got so good in so little if you didn't know just how much time he spent between your thighs ever since he tasted you for the first time. he gets so needy, and whiny. so worked up when you grab his hair and guide him exactly where you want him. he starts humping the bed under him, his languid hips matching how his tongue is working inside you so good. and he cums like that too, begging for you to come again, and again and again right with him. he’ll get rid of his boxers and get right back to work, making an absolute mess out of your sheets as he tries to match the time of both of your orgasms.