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heeliopheelia · 6 months

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐍𝐍

genre: smut ♥ word count: 1.3k ♥ warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, hair pulling, orgasm denial, overstimulation, eating out

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

a/n: gah dayum even jake lasted longer than me, i need a doctor... did i really outhorny probably the horniest mf on this planet

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LEE HEESEUNG lasts until... November 6th

"Baby, oh my god," Heeseung whines above you, voice higher on its pitch than usually. The overstimulation subconsciously has him pressing you even deeper into the mattress of his bed and your head spins as you look at him through blurry eyes. He's so messy, so lewd and sloppy – and all that only after not even a one week of not fucking you. "Look what you're doing to me. 'm so weak for you, baby."

He rests his head in the crook of your neck, hips working into yours with deep strokes. He's falling apart in your pussy, breathing heavily onto your skin and groping every single inch of your body. The tortuously slow pace is causing the tears to push in the back of the both of your eyes and you clench your thighs around him even tighter.

"You feel so good," you breathe out, the crispy evening air slipping through the crack of your tilted open window and making you shiver as it hits your sweaty skin.

Your arms wrapped around his neck are nearly suffocating him with their hold but he doesn't care for the lack of air, mind only wrapped around making the two of you cum.

"Never doing that again," he mumbles into your neck, hips rutting against yours chaotically. The sound of your moans blends together as you reach your climax in the same time as he spills his seeds inside of you.

His arms tremble on each side of your head, his muscles flexing as he slowly rocks forward to ride out your orgasms. After a moment, he lifts his head up and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose before nuzzling into your warm cheek.

"Never again."

PARK JAY lasts until... November 24th

He was doing so fucking well. There's only less than a week until December and he was absolutely sure he could finish the challenge.

But noooooo... Out of the blue, you've decided that today is the day you finally want to tease him, to make him lose his damn mind and finally fuck you dumb. You can feel his eyes carefully tracing your every move. You put in the effort to sway your hips a little more sensually than usual, to flip your wet hair obnoxiously and let the loose silk robe slip down your left arm, causing your skin to cover with goosebumps only a second after.

And, ah, success, you think to yourself with a small smile playing on your lips as you hear him let out an annoyed sigh, then take impatient strides towards you. You stop in your place when he clicks his tongue and you turn your face slightly to the side, sending him the most confused look you're able to muster.

"Is something the matter?" You ask lightly, facing him fully when he doesn't respond.

That's when his arm wraps itself around your waist and pulls you flush to his chest. He leans down and starts kissing and nibbling at your exposed shoulder, making you slightly arch your back in his embrace. You tilt your head to the side and let his mouth work on your skin.

"You're a bad, bad girl after all, aren't you?" He mumbles into your neck, moving away slightly to look at your face after pulling you even closer to him and grinding his hardened bulge against you.

You suck in a breath when his hand slowly trails up your spine and tangles in your hair, suddenly pulling you down until you're situated on your knees right in front of him. You don't get much to say when he unbuckles his pants and lets them drop to his ankles, his fingers caressing your cheek softly as he looks at you with a wild sparkle in his eye.

"Let's put that pretty little mouth of yours to use now, huh?" He hums, pulling your hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail with his hands. "Gonna fuck you for all the days we've lost this month."

SIM JAKE lasts until... November 2nd

As hurt as Jake's pride was when all of his friends had laughed in his face at the idea of him even participating in such event, he has to shamefully admit they were right as now it's only the second day in and he's already folding you in half like a goddamn lawn chair. It's a little pathetic maybe – probably, but he really can't find in himself a single cell to care when you're so prettily sprawled out beneath him like now. He's addicted to you and he finds no shame in admitting so.

He pistons his hips into you, thrust almost maddening as his big hands are placed on each of your lifted thighs. The sounds you let out make him only go faster and rougher, the greed for hearing even more overtaking his senses.

"Take it, baby," he gasps out. Your head lolls backwards into the pillows again and you're no longer able to hold yourself up. "Fucking take it all."

You want to beg for him to give you a break after going at it for so long, but you can't. Because you're just as down bad for him, if not even more. You're slipping away from reality and yet you keep spreading your legs for him, ignoring the burning pain in your flexed muscles.

"'m so close," you choke out, digging your fingers into his toned shoulders and finally wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer to your aching body. "Cum in me, please. Want you to fill me up."

He swears you're gonna make him lose his damn mind.

And yes, his friends were right, he is whipped for you. He is unable to go even three days without feeling you clenching on his cock. He is needy and whiny. But he's also the one who has the most beautiful girl crying out his name in the middle of the night for all the neighbours to hear – not them.

PARK SUNGHOON lasts until... November 13th

He really fucking wanted to win this stupid challenge. You're just too tempting. It's like you've been brought to this earth solely for the purpose of making him fail at this bet.

"Such a tease. Not so funny now, huh?"

He uses his strong arms to hold your thighs down and buries his face deeper in between your legs. You're shaking from the overstimulation, being edged for as long as you are, nearly screaming out as Sunghoon denies another one of your orgasms. He bites into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and swats your hand away when it tugs on his hair desperately.

"Do I really need to tie your hands down for you to finally listen to me, doll?" He sighs with faked annoyance, looking up to watch your flushed and fucked out face scrunching up in frown so prettily again. Your mouth is parted open, letting out his favorite sounds in the entire world each time he made contact with your sensitive clit.

He ducks down to graze his lips over your swollen bud and you jerk in his hold, back arching off the bed and head rolling backwards until you're facing the wooden headboard. Sunghoon pays no mind to the hard and dripping cock in his pants – his focus being on you only.

"You always taste so sweet," he speaks suddenly, making you squirm as his breath hits your wet cunt. "Such a pretty doll. Just for me and my eyes only."

And he thinks that this time he'll finally let you come. He'll have to if he doesn't want you blacking out on him from another orgasm denial. So he slips two of his thick fingers inside of you without a warning. He doesn't even need to move them once to have you coming all over his hand with a cry on your lips, toes curling into the bed sheets as your body trembles underneath his touch.

Sunghoon hasn't even noticed how close to his own release he actually was, so with a surprised yelp he feels the sudden rush of pleasure shooting down his stomach and within a blink of an eye his sweatpants are stained with cum. His eyelids flutter closed as he lets out a long and quiet groan.

"There we fucking go."

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yyawnjun · 10 months

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KISSES w enhypen!hyungline

a.n. hi guys, this is my first time writing for these pretty boys, i hope in time to get the hang of it.

Let me know your opinions and hcs !! comments, like and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

!! fluff !!

[ HEESEUNG - 희승 ]

Heeseung loves kissing you on the head and forehead. However, when you kiss him and your forehead touches his, his heart beats extremely fast.

He never kisses too quickly; instead, he prefers kisses with leisurely, relaxing movements. When he slowly comes to you with THE look - his flirty stare - you recognize that he is about to kiss you. Then he places his hand on your cheek, moves his head to the side, closes his charming eyes, and kisses you. His kisses are most often characterized by slow, passionate, and sometimes awkward movements. Oh God, how he loves kissing you. It's as if in that moment it's not just your mouths or your bodies kissing, it's as if your hearts join in one beat and your souls dance together. He loves most of all the moment when, after the kiss, your foreheads touch; it is as if that made each kiss a little longer and allowed him to stay for a few more moments in that beautiful world with you. Sometimes you two do not have time for his ideal make-out session, but for him, it is enough for your lips and forehead to touchnassckm

[ JAKE - 제이크 ]

Keeping his eyes half-closed after kissing. I think Jake's kisses are especially passionate, full of pathos, and instinctive.

Your lips don't part for a split second and so do your bodies, his hands clinging to your waist and yours to his neck. holding you together. The attraction seems almost surreal when it is nothing more than instinctive. It is natural for you to stay for a short while longer with your eyes closed at the conclusion because you are tired. All to make that moment infinite. His scent also remained with you, and you continued to taste his lips for some time after that. Since closing your eyes makes all of your other senses more active, you were unconsciously doing it to partially maintain the state of mind in which you were when you kissed Jake. He, on the other hand, opened his eyes right away to take advantage of the brief period while you kept your eyes closed. Your breathing was almost imperceptible as if you were trying to hold it in, and your body was still moving carefully after the make-out session. Although he thought you were gorgeous all the time, in those circumstances you believed his eyes sparkled and his smile was sweeter and more comforting than ever.

[ JAY - 제이 ]

SPIDERMAN KISS. okok now imma be fr. He likes kisses not too common(?) but still extremely attractive. For example just a little below the ear, on the jaw, on the temple, ON THE SIDE OF THE MOUTH, on the tip of the nose….

He loves to start at your lips and then move to his favorite places - nothing perverted. I feel that all his movements are faster and more impatient than those of the previous two boys. Even though he is not yet so used to kissing you in public he LOVES kisses on the cheeks to greet you as soon as you see each other!!! I can't even explain it, I think it's a habit he started by accident, as a joke, once, and now he does it every time you see each other. No matter who you are with or where he does it. Strictly the right cheek first and then the left cheek. Short, rapid, quick kisses that still make butterflies appear in your stomach are absolutely this guy's specialty<3

[ SUNGHOON - 성훈 ]

I think he is the kind of person who stays for at least 30 minutes staring at your lips before he comes to kiss you - actually waiting for you to realize that he wants to kiss you and for you to be the one to make the first move.

Ik I am not the only one who finds it extremely attractive when the person you like watches very carefully the movements of your lips when u talk. At that moment it is as if his hearing shuts down, and all concentration shifts to the sight. He is frozen in place, staring at you, and can only turn his head to nod in agreement with what you are saying. When you notice it there are two possibilities. You kiss him first and istg that he smiles so hard in those kisses. Or, if you keep teasing him, he will be the one who shushes you with a kiss. dw then he will ask you to talk to him again because he is interested in what you were talking about. I think he is also the kind of person who finds light, gentle bites on your lips extremely attractive. and vice versa, he loves it madly when you nibble on his...

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mae-gi-writes · 9 months

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Rival! Sunghoon thinks that the best thing ever is seeing your face turn red whenever you get angry at him or his unreasonable requests.

Rival! Sunghoon just loves teasing you until you storm off with your testpapers in hand, shaking from restrained emotion.

Rival! Sunghoon, who secretly loves watching you during class, admiring the way your smile makes your eyes light up and how you always seem so diligent and hardworking with whatever you decide to do.

Rival! Sunghoon, who silently walks you back home in the dark when he spots another guy trying to take advantage of you one night. Ever since, it’s become a habit of his. Who roasts you every chance he gets but is the first to defend you if he hears anyone else talking shit about you.

Rival! Sunghoon, who one day spots you crying outside the gymnasium and actually crouches down in front of you, asking whether he needed to punch someone, hands aching to touch you, hold you, just so that your tears would stop.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” He would ask and you’d shake tour head, adamantly refusing for his help. But when he persisted, you finally relented, “I’m just tired of having to do things to please people all the time. I’m so fucking tired.”

Rival! Sunghoon, who tilted your chin up so that your eyes could meet his before he swore to you that you had no fucking need to prove anything to anybody, no matter who it was and that crying about it would not make things better so you’d better wipe it away before it broke his heart any more than it already did.

Rival! Sunghoon who keeps a silent watch over you 23:7 so much so that he gets labeled your bodyguard and when confronted with the matter, merely states “i’m not picking up your broken shit pieces again Y/N so suck it up”. He even starts walking you home despite the fact that you bicker like an old married couple.

Rival! Sunghoon, who’s dozing off in class only to realize that he’s daysreaming about your face and quickly snaps out of it. Shit, he thinks to himself, what am I thinking? But then keeps on doing weird stuff like writing your name on his notebook or following you with his eyes wherever you go. And that’s when he knows, he’s the one who’s fucked.

Rival! Sunghoon, who then blurts it out casually one day as he walks you to your door and who surprisingly laughs when your face turns red.

He leans in, caging you against your front door with one hand before leaning in, “oh, you like me too, it seems.”

“I never said that.” You stammered.

“So I’m wrong?”

“…no.”

“Thought so.”

Rival! Sunghoon, who allows one of his hands to slide onto tour hip before he tugs you in and when you kiss, its the gentlest, most hesitant kiss you’ve ever encountered in your life.

“I’ve been waiting ahile to do that.”

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minjeelee · 1 year

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distraction: Park sunghoon

Contains: kissing/ making out , best friends brother , sneaky sex , unprotected sex , includes morning after, sunghoon has a big dick, let me know if i need to add more,

it was pretty much a typical weekend for you and your best friend Meera , sitting in her room sitting and talking , the occasional talk of sex , “oh my god i hooked up with heeseung last night!” she suddenly exclaimed “ are you kidding me? no way” you both look at eachother , she was so excited , “ yeah and he wants me to come over again tonight but i don’t know how to get past my brother”

she said with a small pout “i can cover for you?” you offer “really!?” she almost yelled im excitement “ yea i’ll leave your window open so you can sneak back in tomorrow morning? ” you suggest a idea “ oh my god! thank you so much Y/N! pleas distract sunghoon for me somehow , just tell him i’m sick or something” she pulls you into a hug before climbing out her window “good luck!” you yell before sitting the window shut , so it looks closed but isn’t locked.

you sit in her room for a couple hours on your phone , 10:42pm “i’m hungry” you said to yourself before walking down to the kitchen , you seen her brother sunghoon leaning over the kitchen counter drinking a glass of water, watching his show on the TV at the same time.

“oh looks like someone’s alive , where’s meera?” he asks you , putting the glass in the sink.

“oh uh she’s not feeling well so she went to bed a bit earlier” you lie , trying to put on a smile, “oh okay” he says before walking by you , and back to the living room sitting down. “ come sit here , you might get sick from her if your near her?” he offers a spot on the couch next to him , you gulp. “u-uh yeah let me get some food first i haven’t eaten in hours” you end the sentence with a small laugh “ do you want me to make you something?” he offers again with a smile , “it better than just snacking” he adds on, “are you sure? you don’t have too hoon” you question his offer , “yeah of course what do you feel like?” he stands up and makes his way back to the kitchen opening the cupboard. “mm i’m not sure what do you have?” you ask coming to stand next to him. “mm what about pasta?” he asks , turning to you. “sure!” you agree , he grabs the box out of the cupboard, before grabbing a pot and the rest he needs to set up. “do you want me to help you?” you offer , he turns around from the stove to look at you “ do you wanna make a salad to have with it?” he asks pointing at the fridge “ alright” you walk toward their fridge opening it “woah your fridge has been rearranged since i was last here! where’s your vegetables?” you turn to him asking, “oh” he walks over and stands right behind you leaning over you pointing at a box of vegetables , “here they are” he says grabbing it and passing it to you, you slightly stumble making him place and hand on your waist out of instinct.

after the pasta was cooked , you were still chopping vegetables so he had come over to help you , once again standing behind you to help you. you had turned around completely forgetting that he was there , as you did so he put his hands on the bench behind you , caging you in , you look up and him staring at his lips , they looked so soft and kissable , “hoon-“ you were cut off when he slowly moved his hands to your waist and connected your lips together , your hands went up to hang around his neck , you let out a small moan when his tounge slid into your mouth , deepening the kiss. he pulled you even closer walking you over to the living room , slamming you against the nearest wall, a groan left his mouth when you tugged on his hair , when he pulled away for a breath you let a whine out at the loss of contact.

he laughed and pressed his lips back onto yours , smiling into the kiss at the way your hands tugged at his hair again. his hands ran up and down your sides , before running them up and into your shirt, feeling your bare sides, he pulled away again , sliding his shirt over his head and throwing it onto the floor. you stood in front of him staring at his well toned body , his abs and how his muscles were sculpted, you could tell he worked out, “you done staring baby?”

he laughs before grabbing your waist pulling you into another kiss , he pulled your shirt over your head slowly , being able to feel more of you , still kissing you , he taps your thigh signalling for you to jump up , you do so as he carries you over to the couch , his hands fiddling at your bra , unclasping it and throwing it to the floor , he grabs the waistband of your silk pyjama shorts and pulls them down , adding to the clothes all over the living room floor. he pulls from the kiss again , breathing heavily , he runs a hand through his hair , he pulls down his sweats and comes back to kissing you, he grabs the top of your lace panties , playing with them for a bit as you roam your hands down his back and back to his hair, tugging at it when he pulls your panties off. he then pulls down his boxers , he pulls away , grabbing your hand and standing you up, he takes you back to the kitchen , turning you around and bending you over the counter he runs his hard cock over your slit teasing you , you whine out at him “you ready baby?” he assures you want it , you nod frantically.

he pushes in as you let out a loud whine , he’s fucking massive.

he throws his head back and the feeling of how wet you were, you were so tight aswell, he keeps slowly pushing in until he bottoms out, his tip kissing your cervix , he then starts to thrust into you harshly , you were moaning and whining out loudly, “f-fuck hoon! your so b-big” gripping at the counter as hard as you could as he pounds into you from behind , he leant over , pacing a few kisses on your neck before leaving a few small bruises, your moans were extremely loud , not surprised if you had woken the neighbours, tears rolled down your cheeks as you kept moaning and whining out his name , “f-fuckkk sunghoon!” you scream his name when he starts to ram your g-spot , you were getting close and he could tell , still relentlessly pounding you , “fuck fuck fuck! sunghoon i’m gonna cum!” you whine out “yeah? cum all over me baby “ he encourages you , quickening his pace chasing his own orgasam, “fuck! yes! sunghoon fill me up please! please cum inside me please!” you moan out a small puddle of tears growing on the counter below you, “yeah? want me to fill you up ?” he groans “yes! fuck please hoonie!” you beg him , “sunghoon! oh my god!” you scream out as you cum all over him , the clenching sending him over the edge “fuckkk” he hisses out as he fills you up , leaning over you placing a kiss on your neck. you both stay still for a minute or so regaining strength before he pulls out and grabs your waist. he laughs at your fucked out state , wiping some of his cum that was dripping down your thighs up with his thumb , before bringing it to your mouth as you suck his finger clean.

he picks you up and carries you upstairs to his room , gently laying you down on his soft sheets before getting in himself , rolling over to grab your waist , falling asleep.

The next morning

you woke up the next morning , the sun shining through his curtains , you wriggle around stretching as you feel his arm tighten around your waist , a small groan left his throat “mmm five more minutes please baby?” he keeps you in place “ fine” you agree snuggling back up into his embrace and warmth

on the other hand , meera had just arrived home , she ended up going through the front door , figuring sunghoon would still be asleep anyways , she walks in the door taking of her shoes , when she gets to the living room she freezes as her jaw drops.

“what the” she whispers to herself seeing sunghoon’s shirt, sweats and his boxers in different spots on the floor, she eyes the rest of the room to see a girls silk pyjama shirt and shorts , along with a bra and panties , “are they Y/N’s?” she says to herself inspecting them “they are..” she walks upstairs peeking into sunghoons room to see you both naked perfectly asleep, “oh my god?” she whispers to herself before pulling her phone out of her pocket laughing and taking a photo. she shut the door and went back to her room.

when you and sunghoon had eventually got up , realising both of your clothes were still downstairs he gave you one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweats , as he got dressed him self only putting on a pair of shorts , he couldent be bothered to put on a shirt , helping you downstairs holding your waist as you were a bit sore. you both picked up your clothes going back to his room, you changed into your pyjama shorts , still keeping his hoodie on “stealing my hoodie are we love?” he laughed at you “mhm” you let out a tired response throwing yourself onto his soft bed again “i love you y/n” he says looking at how comfy you looked letting out a small laugh “ i love you too hoonie” you pull him into a kiss before getting up “ i gotta go check on your sister i’ll be back okay baby?” you say shutting his door before going to meeras room

“y/n oh my god i need to tell you all about my night!” she says as she drags you in to her room sitting down, you listen to her ramble on about how her night with heeseung went , and how they hooked up and blah blah blah , then she asked why you and sunghoons clothes were in the living room , and why she seen you in his bed this morning “oh after you left i went downstairs for food and he was there , so we made pasta together and somehow ended up uh fucking” you laughed

meera was so excited “FINALLY!” she said shaking you , “ow fuck” you whined when she touched your hip , she lifted up your shirt a little to see his hand print on your hips from gripping you so hard “woah yous really had some fun” she raised an eyebrow at you”

“ you told me to distract him” you shrugged with a laugh

the end 😍

#sunghoon #enhypen smut #park sunghoon #enhyphen

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viisator · 16 days

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Two words of love - P.Sunghoon

Pairings: Park Sunghoon X F!Reader

Genre: Thriller. Horror(little bit). Drama.

Warning: death.

Description: Have you ever felt like you're living to survive? What if someone you dearly love brought you to hell? What if you're no longer able to survive? Will you kill yourself, or him instead?

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(the description is shitty but I went through my drafts again and saw that this is finished...one of my favs but the first half part is boring...but the ending is kinda cute so...yeah. I'll be in senior high btw.)

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Flesh and bone met each other as the sweet taste of iron filled Y/n’s mouth. She hugged her shudders as she lay her whole body on the cold floor, waiting for another pain to touch her in a few seconds. But there came none.

9:41. She closed her eyes as she listened closely to Sunghoon’s movements. She heard him walk away from her as the door creaked open and closed.

It’s been that way since they married three years ago. It’s been her job to ease his stress whenever Park Sunghoon’s been beaten up with his career, and still…all this time she said none. She’d gladly do his meal, do his laundry, clean all the things he had that should be clean, massage him whenever he needed it, sing him a lullaby if he could not sleep, tell him all sorts of lies to ease his worries, but all of those—best. it should suit his taste. It should be perfect. It should be something like him. It should be the best. Park Sunghoon does not need Y/n’s advice, doesn’t need her to complain, and doesn’t want her poor work; she must do all things to perfection. He just could not accept it if anything’s not to his taste if she complained—no. she should never. He does not need her voice to speak with any kind of authority and complaints; after all, he had never brought money to her table less than any job she’d had, paid her. But even requesting food or asking her what she wants for dinner is forbidden.

Y/n pulled herself up from the floor before her whole body turned cold from lying for too long. Lifting her heavy bruised head, the wall clock ticked for midnight. She had been lying for three hours without any kind of movements but her breathing. She looked around her, the whole house was neat, the floor could even pass as a bed, but the broken pitcher on the kitchen floor—she needed to clean it up before Sunghoon felt his thirst. So as fast as her beaten bruised body could do, she grabbed all the shards on the floor, hastily picking every piece of glass—she needed to hurry because probably in no time, he might wake up from the loud noise her chest was making…Y/n can see red. She needs to clean it up. But the glass. Clean the glasses first then clean the red on the floor, clean the red on her hands, clean her shaking hands, clean her wobbly feet, clean her shivering body. She could not breathe, she could barely see the shards she was picking. If only she could turn it all back and never loved him—never married him.

The sound of pouring water, and the burning of the wounds and bruises all around Y/n’s body made her wince in pain. If only the water were quiet whenever it hit the bathroom floor, and if only the pain in her back never made her make such a sound. She’s afraid he’ll wake up and hurt her again. _______

Y/n tapped her screen to turn off the alarm. 6:04. Pulling herself from the couch, she heaved a sigh. An hour from now, Sunghoon will be awake for work. Y/n wasted no more seconds and went to the kitchen, rinsed white rice then proceeded to turn on the rice cooker, broke an egg, cut a sausage in half, and threw it on the hot oiled pan. Y/n can barely feel the cuts on her palms, and can hardly complain about the throbbing of her body.

She heard the shower open and the door slammed closed. 6:57. That fast? Pouring water into the kettle, she hastily put two scoops of tea into the teapot. 7:06. He should be putting on clothes now and should be done in a moment. Y/n put a plate on the table as neatly as possible, took a pair of chopsticks, and took Sunghoon’s favorite seasoning from the cabinet.

Sunghoon didn’t say a word as he pulled the chair and sat down soundlessly. Y/n put a half teaspoon of nutmeg into his rice, poured the boiling water into the teapot, and served her peaceful husband a cup of tea.

They stayed quiet as Y/n cut three carrots, while Sunghoon eat his meal. Y/n can still remember the night they first met, the jobs that made them so close, and the whole moment of their wedding. Now Y/n could only wait for him to leave so she could sleep at least just for an hour.

“Karin will be eating dinner with me.” Sunghoon will not be home until tomorrow afternoon. Y/n could sleep a day, or at least walk Gauel to the park later or tomorrow morning. But Sunghoon must not see her slacking off. He doesn't like it when she rest.

After Sunghoon put down his utensils and stood up, Y/n ran to fetch a coat for him and grabbed his things while she waited for him by the door. She held the coat wide for him to wear and gave him his things, held the door open until he stepped outside their apartment.

“Come back safely.” Sunghoon went on his way without answering—like usual—and Y/n locked the door once he was out of sight.

Park Sunghoon is a former idol and is currently big in the modeling industry. Eleven years ago when he started his modeling, after a year of being a minor model, he became a Vogue cover, went to different countries, endorsed, modeled, and walked through the runway with different luxury brands. In the years of his success, there he met Lee Y/n. Y/n was Sunghoon’s makeup artist for seven years, and she’s the sister of one of his friends Lee Heeseung. There were times and events when Y/n and Sunghoon interacted outside of work because of their connection with Lee Heeseung. Time passed. They fell in love and dated for four years.

Sunghoon was the sweetest when they dated. Always checking on her, asking for what she thinks, and what she likes. He’d take care of her when she was unable to take care of herself. He’d act like a child just to get her attention. She always felt like the most significant person in the world. The most important person to him. She didn’t know what happened.

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The feeling of knocking loudly on the hard tiled floor, and the feeling of feeling nothing at all—Park Sunghoon lifted himself from laying, then eventually felt warm hands on his shoulders and back, guiding him on the pillow to lean on his back, then he slap the hands away.

The last thing Sunghoon remembered was that he was feeling sick, then suddenly lost consciousness, unable to register what was happening around him, then eventually knocked himself down while on shoot.

“I was worried—”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Voice lashed with cold, he looked up at Y/n who met his eyes.

“Did what...?”

He couldn’t believe her. How could she act all innocent? Was she jealous of Karin that’s why she did this. Was she mad at him because of what happened last time with their date? Just what is wrong with her?

“Put nutmeg on my food every single meal.” His face was solid rock. His brows met each other while his jaw clench hard.

Y/n creased a confused face. She thought he liked it when she added a little nutmeg on his rice. What is it this time? Y/n truly is getting tired.

“You—you said you liked it when I add nutmeg into your rice?” She whispered as she held her hands tightly below her, preventing them from shaking.

“We’ll talk later at home.” Sunghoon managed to say on gritted teeth, while Y/n swallowed whatever she could swallow.

Was it her fault again? She didn’t know why he fainted, the doctor didn’t say anything to her, all she knew was that he fainted while on the shoot...but she wished he’d not hurt her, she wished he’d just forget whatever her sin was, she would gladly apologies to him—kneel and beg for forgiveness, ask for him not to give her another cut and bruise to fix and cover.

Sunghoon slowly pushed himself off the bed, and as he stood up, he couldn’t help but wince in pain, slowly, he put his hand on his temples. Y/n called out to him, helping him to sit down again.

“I’m sorry, Sunghoon—wha—whatever happened, I’m very sorry, I didn’t mean it. Please, if you could ever give me time to make it up—please forgive me—”

“SHUT UP!” Y/n didn’t cry because he slapped her hands away, it was his unforgiving voice that startled at her. She could feel her throat clench.

Slowly and gently, she tried to catch Sunghoon’s hands. He didn’t resist nor slap her hands away this time, but Y/n could feel his hard fist.

“Let’s go home.” Y/n followed quietly.

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Park Sunghoon once complimented Lee Y/n’s cooking when they were still mare acquaintances. It was a normal Monday at work and Y/n always packed her lunch, and unexpectedly, Park Sunghoon came up to her to eat lunch together. Sunghoon liked the rice…the rice had nutmeg at that time.

Earlier at 8:21 at work, Sunghoon felt weird sensations in the pit of his stomach, while his surroundings danced around him. It wasn’t the first time it happened at work, and it wasn’t the first time that it happened anywhere. There are times when he constantly feels nauseous while having severe headaches, while everything around him seems to change shapes. He thought it was his overworking.

The last thing Sunghoon heard was ringing and Karin’s soft voice called over him and then he passed out. He woke up lying in the hospital bed with a doctor hovering over him. The doctor said that his constant nausea and hallucinations were the effect of digesting too much nutmeg, and the only one making his meal was his wife. It was always ordered food whenever he and Karin had meals.

Back at home, Y/n and Sunghoon sat still on the couch. Y/n’s looking at her trembling hands as Sunghoon stare at her with gritted teeth. Y/n whispered out trying to break the silence.

“You—You once told me you liked rice with nutmeg—” A loud bang cut through her words. Sunghoon smashed the wooden table separating them, as Y/n tried to cover her mouth, swallowing her cries.

“Y/n.” Sunghoon called out. But Y/n couldn’t look him in the eyes, her line of view could only register his clenching fist on the table through tear eyed sight.

“I’ve been feeling sick—I thought I was dying!” He raised his voice, she made a whimper.

“I’ve been blaming my work! And it’s all because you! You were trying to kill me—you tried to kill me, Y/n!” finally she looked him in the eye shaking her head.

“No—no, Sunghoon that’s not—” Y/n extended her arms to hold him by the table as she lifted herself up from sitting, but he raised his hand high above her, then she lay still on the floor, staring at the tiled ground with tears swelling her eyes. She couldn’t help it anymore, the whole apartment echoed her loud cries. Then, in a second the bedroom door slammed closed, and she was left alone with her silent whimpers.

She didn’t mean it, she only wants his approval, his acknowledgement; she only wanted Sunghoon to eat with her at dinner instead of spending all his night with Karin. She only wanted him to return and be the man she loved once.

Y/n wasn’t ignorant about the effect of too much nutmeg, that’s why she only added a little every meal. But when Sunghoon started to eat dinner with Karin and come back home late, and sometimes not returning home at all—Y/n took the opportunity to add a half tea spoon of nutmeg into his every breakfast. A part of Y/n knew that she added nutmeg with ill intent. While most part wants him to acknowledge and notice her. Then, it really was her fault…

After lunch earlier, when her phone rang with an unknown caller ID and told her the news of her husband passing out, she immediately put down Gauel and rushed to the hospital. When she arrived, the doctor only told her that he already woke up last hour, and eventually returned back to sleep. Then the doctor said nothing more.

When Sunghoon woke up and told her about the nutmeg, she was shaken, she thought she could kill herself for being the one who caused danger to her husband—now, she could only swallow her cries when he lifted his fist and broke from her touch. He hit her face strong enough to send her frozen on the floor.

Whenever Sunghoon is angry, often at her, Y/n slept at the spare room while Sunghoon locked himself alone in their bedroom. The first time they had a fight, Sunghoon told her that he wanted to be alone and slept at the spare room. But to Y/n’s conscience, she begged Sunghoon to sleep at their room instead since it’s much comfortable there than sleeping on the dusted bed at the spare room. Now, whenever Sunghoon’s mad at her, Sunghoon would locked himself alone in their room, with her no way of getting inside. She often felt like he already abandoned her, but he also needed a slave to take care of him, that’s why until now Sunghoon haven’t chased her out.

Like the usual, Y/n would get up at 5-6 am to prepare his meal, then see him off at the door. But today, after arranging his breakfast at the table, Sunghoon spared her no glance and went out without telling her a word. He doesn’t want to eat. He doesn’t trust her.

So Y/n sat down and ate his meal instead. Seconds passed and her head’s already flooded with thoughts. Minutes passed and her thoughts made her burst out crying.

Why did everything turned out to be like this? Why did he turned out to be like this? Is he still Sunghoon? The one she loved? Or was this someone else? It must have been his façade. He must’ve tricked her, and she fell in love with the idea of him without actually knowing him. It was all her fault was it? Should she die and end everything with her last breath? Or should he die and free herself?

Y/n spent her all morning thinking of ways to get rid of her pains, until Gauel barked at her to snap out of it. She saw Park Sunghoon in red just then. She slapped herself for the ridicule she’s been thinking and proceeded to do her chores.

Late that evening, she baked tiramisu—Sunghoon’s favorite—and cooked galbi jjim with other various dishes, also opened a bottle of soju, and message him at 6:03, apologizing and wishing him home, telling him she cooked his favorite and she didn’t add nutmeg in any of the dishes nor the rice.

8:37. Y/n had already set up the table and the dishes, and somewhere between 8-9, Sunghoon will be home. So she patiently readied herself sitting on the chair, checked her phone if he had already replied, but unfortunately, he left her on read. Well, at least he read. He knows she’s making all the efforts to apologize. Y/n let out a sigh and wished that he’d show up.

11:21. All the dishes had already run cold. Y/n was broken from her trance when Gauel approached her and barked. Her phone rang. it was Sunghoon’s caller ID.

“Oh!” It was a girl’s giggle with mumblings over the background.

“Uhm, who is this?”

“Y/n!” Y/n recognized the voice, it was her old coworker’s voice, before she resigned and married Sunghoon. It was Karin’s. Y/n couldn’t help but swallowed the lumps forming on her throat.

“Su—Sunghoon won’t be home for a while…” Karin’s voice was sloppy and uneven. She must be drunk.

“Why? Did something happen?”

“What? Of course not! Silly Y/n—” She hiccupped. “Just wanted to tell you Sunghoon’s unavailable to see you for dinner tonight.” Low grunts from the background made Y/n’s shoulder shiver.

“Why are you telling me this, where is he?” Y/n’s voice must’ve been shacking, she could feel her throat and chest throbbing.

“Hmm? What is it?” seconds of pause and Karin laughed on the other line.

“Sunghoon’s asleep honey! Bye~”

“wait! Kari—” Karin’s voice was replaced with ringing. Y/n slowly put the phone down, stood up and entered their bedroom, leaving the dishes cold on the table. Sunghoon’s probably drunk with Karin, doing who knows what…Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

Sunghoon didn’t mean to not return home after three whole days…he just wanted a time alone and free himself from stress; it’s just that, Y/n has been giving her head ache for these past few days, and he wanted to clear his head, though Karin has been with him throughout those past three days.

Sunghoon slowly turned the knob. The whole apartment is pitch black, while there was an unpleasant smell lingers the air. Sunghoon ran and turned the lights open. There, at the table lays bowls, plates, and cups of rotten dishes. Sunghoon registered the decaying smell of gochujang and the smell close to a dead rat. In instinct he put his arms on his mouth and nose. What the hell is this? Where is Y/n?

Sunghoon wasted no more time and burst the bedroom door open and turned on the lights. No sign of his wife. He then strode to the bathroom door, pushed the curtains away, and no one’s there. He checked the spare room, checked the roof deck, checked the longue again, shuffled through Y/n’s dresser and closet. Her stuff is still there.

Y/n must’ve left since the night she last messaged him about the meal she made…she was apologizing to him, and he was with Karin. He remembered there were a time that night when Karin borrowed his phone and called someone. Was it Y/n? Sunghoon roughly shuffled his hair, scratched his palms, massaged his temples. Karin must’ve said something to Y/n. As far as he could remember, Karin drove him to the hotel he stayed at, then stopped in the middle of the road to borrow his phone, then when he’s inside the hotel room, he locked the door and said goodbyes to Karin. That’s all that happened that night…

Sunghoon grabbed his coat, turned off the lights and went outside. He needs to find Y/n. He must’ve been hard on her. Just what the hell did Park Sunghoon do?

Sunghoon felt the cold wind brush through his hair once he went down the apartment stairs, and now he stands alone in the roads. With his messy and scattered thoughts, the muffled screams of vehicle horns, yells of the drivers ahead of him, and the sound of his far distance apologies—he ran his eyes around him, he didn’t care if he’s in the middle of the road, but he’ll find his wife. He needed to find his wife.

To no avail, Park Sunghoon never had any trace of her. Slowly, with no energy left from his body, he opened the door and slam it close behind him. Something lunged at him...then burning and chocking—he could not breath. Sunghoon held the belt around his throat. With all his strength, he tried to lift up the person behind him as his sight blur while his breathing shortens, and a loud weight hitting the floor made his lungs finally grasps for air. Park Sunghoon stared at his wife slowly lifting herself up from the floor. Is he seeing this right? Y/n—Y/n…she—Y/n. His Y/n was trying to kill him…

Sunghoon couldn’t move on his feet. His eyes are wide open, his breathings are accelerating and accelerating until a quiet shriek left his mouth. His whole body was frozen when his wife lifted her head up to look at him. Tears flooded her eyes as she slowly stands up. Her whole body was shaking, and her loud cries filled Sunghoon’s hearing. Y/n lunge at him, running, tackling him down on the floor, Sunghoon held her wrist as she pushed her whole strength into the knife she’s holding. Sunghoon called out her name, but her cries only got louder and louder until his grip on her loosen. One, two, three...six—she stabbed and stab and stab. Sunghoon stared at his lovely wife. Her hair loose on their tight bun, he badly wants to hug her on her pink blooded apron she always wore whenever she cooks him meal. Slowly and gently, Park Sunghoon touched her wet cheeks. Little by little, her skin turned red as he kept on caressing her softly. Y/n screamed her pain and Sunghoon could only smile at her, because now he understands, he wasn’t able to be a good husband for her.

“I’m sorry,”

With the last of his strength, and the last burning of his breath, he held her hands tightly, and closed his eyes. Y/n lifted an axe.

The first time Park Sunghoon saw her was at Lee Heeseung’s 20th birthday, back in the times they were newly debut. She wore a ridiculous ankle pink boots and a twin messy braid. He remembered Heeseung and her argued about Heeseung not informing her that his friends will come, she should’ve wore something decent. But Park Sunghoon loved that outfit. That’s the outfit he always loved.

It was snowing hard outside when they first met at work. Y/n was newly hired as Sunghoon’s makeup artist. She remembered his soft smile that burned her cheeks, she remembered when Sunghoon first asked her out, she remembered when he first kissed her, she remembered his heat all over her—not like this, cold and still.

The taste of sweet, salty and savory erected at Y/n’s tongue. The sensation of chewy and juicy flooded her mouth, and when she swallowed, a great feeling of longing, sorrow and grief left her body weak. The body-less of Park Sunghoon’s head stare at Park Y/n as she opened her mouth, bringing a spoon full of his love for her to digest.

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Note: HI! all the infos about nutmeg is from google...so...pls don't attack me. Btw i'm sorry Sunghoon died. and i'm sorry i was dead for too long....so yeah...

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cornenhapovs · 6 days

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⋆·˚ 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐏𝐭 4 . 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 ⋆·˚

⋆·˚ ----- pairing : enhypen hyung line x reader : silly , fake texts

⋆·˚ ----- do not plagiarize my works

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—♡cherrie🍒

♡ @okwonyo @chaconnenha @wonryllise @nishions @angel1kisses @021894s @teddyseong @enmi-land ♡

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhyphen fake text #enhypen headcanons #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jake #enhypen sunoo #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #cornenhapovs🍒

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jayssluttywife · 13 days

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Academic Rivals: An Unlocked Drawer| p.sh rival!reader x rival!sunghoon

request>> its a bit long but tysm(!) to the anon who sent it, i was planning on smth for hoon but tysm for the idea<3

authors note>> ik i haven't posted in a while but somehow we gained another 100 followers overnight?! guys tysmmmm<3

minors do NOT read or interact (please)

"your grades have dropped drastically, I thought you were better than that", your teacher scolded. "I really want to help you so" you looked curious as your teacher stopped talking. "I got you a tutor, I think you know him". She walks toward the door revealing the presence of one and only,

Park Sunghoon.

He had a big smirk, entering the room and facing you. Your teacher thins her lips in a reassuring smile,"Ill leave you two to it then", she spoke, gathering her books and leaving before you could stop her. You look up at him, a pout of hatred and anger plastered on your face. You lightly roll your eyes as he bends to your height. Telling him your address with a quick 'dont be late', before turning on your heel to leave.

And thats how you got here now, bored and revising things that you never even knew existed. He stops talking, causing you to look up at him as if you knew he was going to say something off-topic. "Got any snacks?" he asks, smiling as you reluctantly stand up, letting out an annoyed sigh. You walk out of the room, unintentionally swaying your hips.

Sunghoon's gaze moves from your back to your ass. Your small shorts barely cover any of your flesh. He bites his lip, forcing his eyes away from the sight. You on the other hand are struggling to get the snacks for the top shelf (lmao) 'how did they even get there?' you think. You can't find anything decent to give him, so you make popcorn instead.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon looked around your room. It was filled with small pictures of yourself on beaches and small revision notes. His eyes were slowly drawn to small drawers, the middle draw with a black silk bow on the handle. It had a lock, but when he realised it was slightly opened, it made him more curious as to what was inside. Maybe it was some weird cringy 'dear diary' or childish photos.

In fact, it was the opposite. It was full of different sex toys, ones he never expected you would own, or even know of.

Instead of being disgusted, he bit his lip, never knowing that you were this filthy and dirty. He loved this, so many lewd thoughts ran through his mind. Imagining how you would twitch around the toy, letting out small moans and whines, oh he wanted you so bad.

He grabbed a small vibrator turning it on and seeing the small bud move made him smirk. There was also a small matching remote, a setting to speed and slow down the vibrations. He grabbed it and put it in his pocket, waiting for you to return.

You finally enter the room, your shirt exposing your waist as you were reaching for the top cupboard earlier. You place the popcorn in front of him and sit down. "There were no snacks so I had to make popcorn"

"Try it for me, please?" you watch as he takes one in his hand. His eyes never leave yours ashe puts the piece in his mouth. You gulp down the horniness building up in you, ignoring the wet patch forming between your legs. "Its alright" he answers, breaking your thoughts.

You turn back to your book but his deep voice stops you. "I think you forgot to lock something" he starts as your eyes connect to his, not understanding him. He pushes the chair back on its wheels, pulling the draw with him.

Your eyes widen as he reveals what you had thoughtg you locked before. You start to stutter an explanation but before you could protest, he pulls you towards him. "youre just as filthy as i thought you were" his breath blows on your face and he lets out a breathy laugh as you dont respond. "Couldve just asked me to fuck you" he taunts in your ear, his breath tickling down your neck.

"You want a cock don't you?" He mocks you, pouting as you slightly nod. "Get up for me then" you immediately get up like an eager puppy, ready to do anything for him. You watch as he pulls down his jeans, revealing his revealing his pink, leaking cock.

And look at you know, all on top of him and trembling as the small vibrator sped up again. "C'mon then, next question," he smiles as you still try your best to focus. You have sweat running down your neck, back, forehead, everywhere possible. "I-is is 52?"

He chuckles softly, "wrong baby" he coos. You start to sob again. "Sunghoon, t-too much!" he laughs as your body jolts to him adding the speed. "c'mon next one". This question was way more easier so you finally (estupido) got it right. "please let me cum sunghoon- please!" You can feel him thrusting up into you, it feels overwhelming but its just so good.

You can feel his dick hitting so high into those spongey spots no one has hit before. Even when you looked down, you could see the bulge in your belly which only made you moan more. "Hold it in a little longer baby" but you couldnt hear him anymore. Your eyes were at the back of your head at every thrust he did.

"Please sunghoon!" he sighs loudly, finally giving you a reassuring hum. As if you could hold it any longer, you feel your orgasm rain over you. Both yours and sunghoons liquid mix down your thighs.

♡

small aftercare~

Your in the bath with sunghoon bet over to your level and scrubbing your sore plush body. "Want to do this again?" your eyes grow bigger in plead but he just giggles lightly.

"Sure"

took me so long, i apologise

#enha x reader #enhypen #enhyphen hard thoughts #enhyphen x reader #enhypen smut #enhyphen sunghoon #sunghoon smut #sunghoon

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woniechronicles · 7 months

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mystery boy

context: the same man always shows up at your job during the week. comes at the same time, leaves right before closing. he doesn’t speak much, not until your one closing shift, that is.

pairings: shy student, figure skater! sunghoon x g.n. reader

word count: 3.3k

a/n: not proofread

every thursday to sunday night was the same: doing school work behind the counter of your minimum wage job at your local ice skating rink. people came and went, some regulars, some school field trips, some who come in every now and then to hang out with their friends. but there was one man who came in, supposedly, everyday to practice his skills. on your shifts, he would come in every day at the same time: 5PM. then he would leave at closing time and come back the very next day at the same time and do it all over again. every so often he would bring a friend or two but very rarely would he do so- maybe once or twice a month at most.

every so often you would peek through the glass and scan the ice rink. he always stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the families and younger crowd, even those who you assumed were his age. the way he moved so elegantly across the ice looked effortless to him, but when you imagined yourself even attempting to pull off a move such as one of his you knew you would fall flat on your ass within a matter of seconds. but you never lingered for long, your attention moving back to your school work or one of the other customers.

according to your coworkers, he doesn’t say much. everyone’s curiosity is strong with him in particular, especially the younger women who attempt to send him flirty eyes his way but are met with blank stares. even your manager elli, who co-owns the rink with her husband, has tried sparking up conversations with him before. but from what you’ve been told, he just answers in one word or short sentences with dead ends. half of the staff think of him as an asshole while some think of him as just shy or mysterious. you, on the other hand, didn’t care much to ponder about him.

during the last hour of work, elli comes in from the manager's office in a hurry with her purse and a worried look on her face that starts to match yours. “my granddaughter is in the hospital, i have to leave for the night.” she says in a rush, quickly looking around to make sure shes gathered all her items.

“will she be okay?” you ask, eyes widened with concern.

she nods, getting out from behind the counter and standing in front of you as she rummages through her purse for her car keys. “she’s fine, just a broken arm. but i’m still worried.” finally finding her keys, she turns to look at you. “would you mind closing up for the night?”

you shake your head, motioning for her to leave. “not at all, i got it covered. now go, i got everything covered, don't worry.” you smile at her reassuringly as she mouths a ‘thank you’, rushing out the door and leaving to her duties as a grandmother.

the next hour was slow, people were leaving and no new customers came within the last hour. every so often people would come to the counter next to for free hot chocolate as they left and said goodnight, but that was about it. five minutes before closing, you noticed the mystery skater still trying to nail a spin he’s been attempting for the past thirty minutes. normally he would be getting ready to leave by now, but he was still stuck on the move. being the only two in the rink, you decide to start locking the doors of the lobby and putting away any skates laying around as you allow him the extra time. by the time you finish cleaning up the lobby, it’s ten minutes after closing and he’s still going at it.

you quickly move into the manager's office and turn off the music to signal him it’s time to wrap up. once the music stops, he snaps back into reality and realizes that it’s probably closing time. walking off the rink, he moves towards the lobby and his eyes catch the time. he looks over at you with an apologetic look, rushing to take everything off so as to not inconvenience you.

chuckling, you start to pack your items up as you speak to him. “it’s okay, you don’t have to hurry.” you glance up at him, realizing he was already putting his sneakers on. “i gave you extra time since you looked like you needed some. it’s okay.”

you hear him mumble a quick ‘thank you’ before grabbing his bag and walking towards the door. before you could warn him that the doors were locked, you see him walk straight into the door as they don’t open for him. quickly covering your hand with your mouth with a gasp, you begin to walk towards him.

“are you okay?” you ask concerned, his head tilted downwards in embarrassment. “i was going to warn you but you walk really fast.”

he nods as he rubs his forehead. “i’m okay, sorry about that.”

shaking your head, you rush to grab your bag from the counter and the keys to lock up. “it’s fine, don’t apologize. as long as you’re okay that’s what matters.” you unlock the door and motion for him to walk out, following behind him as he does so.

as you lock up the doors you expect to hear him walk away, but in the corner of your eye you can see him standing still. as you finish locking every door, you turn around and see him looking at you blankly.

quickly realizing how creepy he was seeming, he speaks up for him. “sorry, i just realized it’s dark out and since it seems to be only you i didn’t want you to walk through the parking lot by yourself.”

you nod, smiling politely at him as you make your way towards your car. sure this man seemed harmless, just an awkward person, but you also were cautious. looking around the lot, you notice only one car in the lot. “where’s your car?”

he points at the bus stop across the lot, then realized you probably couldn’t see him motion towards it and mentally slapped himself. “i take the bus. my car is in the shop right now.” noticing his bus in the distance, he starts jogging to catch it but not before yelling to get some safe.

you watch as he gets on the bus, taking a seat in the back near the window. he takes his headphones out of his bag and slips them on, turning to his phone as the bus pulls off. from inside your car, you start to wonder about the awkward guy more.

xxxx

the next day is the same. you arrive at three, clock in, and begin doing your everyday tasks before sitting behind the counter and checking people in in between your class work. at five is when a taller figure approaches the counter, the voice deep and familiar.

“sorry again about yesterday.” he says, his deep voice causing your head to shoot up.

it’s him again, like clockwork. you shake your head in disagreement, taking the money that he slid on the counter and getting ready to give him his change back. “don’t apologize, you have nothing to be sorry for.” taking the change from the drawer, you start to count it over to make sure it’s the right amount. “i’m just glad you’re okay. and thank you for walking me to my car, i appreciate it.”

he holds out his hand for the change, taking it as you place the quarters and dimes in his rather large hands. you notice a shy smile on his face as he says ‘anytime’, a dimple popping out as he makes his way towards his signature locker and slips on his skates. you didn’t notice, but as you continued on with your work he kept glancing at you. he was curious about you, more than you were curious about him.

throughout the night, you would glance the mystery man’s way at times to see him practicing the same move as last night. occasionally he would move onto a different one, but not spending more than a couple of minutes on it and then going back to the previous one. as the last hour closed in, almost everyone seemed to leave except for him. just like the previous night, you allowed him to stay past time. you allowed him to finish up his move until you cleaned everything up, then turning off the music at fifteen minutes past closing to signal him it’s time to leave.

you see him let out a sigh, walking off of the ice and to the lobby to change back into his sneakers. as you shove your books into your bag, he goes to grab the lobby door until he realizes it’s locked again. looking up at the clock, he realizes the time and looks at you as you close everything up.

“you didn’t have to do that again, i-“

“feel bad?” you interrupt, turning around from locking up the skates to unlock the lobby door and let him through. “it’s fine, really. you get extra time to practice and i’m able to clean up everything. it’s a win-win situation.”

as he steps out, he sees his bus pull away and lets out a sigh. looking in his direction, you see a bus pull away and look at him. “was that your bus?” you question. when he nods, you automatically feel terrible. “i’m so sorry, i can give you a ride home? if you’d like? or does that make you uncomfortable? i’m so sorry that wasn’t my intention-“

he lets out laughter as he runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. “it’s okay, i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. i can just call an uber or something-“

“no no! let me drive you, it’s okay. just don’t kill me or anything and there won’t be an issue.” locking up the doors, you make sure it’s all secure and grab your car keys. as you look up at him apologetically, you start to plead more. “i’m so sorry i swear i was just trying-“

“it’s okay, it’s okay. if i accept your ride offer will you feel better?” seeing you nod, he smiles and agrees to the ride. the smile on your face makes his heart flutter, following beside you to your car.

the walk to the car is quiet as you rush to open the doors. you don’t know if he has a curfew or if his parents are expecting him so you don’t want to be the reason he gets in trouble. or if he even had plans and he could be missing or be late to them- that was your main worry. he notices you became quiet but says nothing, just slips into the passenger side and puts on the seatbelt as you begin to pull away.

as you wait for your turn onto the street, you ask him where he lives. “i’ll guide you.” is all he says as he tells you where and when to turn. the entire time you’re praying he doesn't take you to some creepy road with a malicious plan but as you turn down a road with large houses accompanied by even bigger pools with waterfalls, that negative cloud dissipates. when he says “here”, you pull into an empty driveway of a large home. it wasn’t a mansion, but it was definitely bigger than the studio apartment you were renting and even bigger than your childhood home. through the metal fence you can see a pool and a hot tub, both empty but very obvious.

noticing your awe expression, he chuckles and unbuckles his seatbelt. “thanks for the ride- i’m sorry i don’t know your name, i feel like i should.”

breaking out of your curiosity daze, you turn to him. “y/n. what’s yours, rich boy?” you tease, the smile on your lips playful.

his nose scrunches as he smiles, opening the door as he throws his legs over the door frame. “sunghoon. it’s nice to officially meet.”

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for the next week, a routine builds up between you two. he comes in at five, stays till after closing, and you drive him home. gradually you begin to learn more of each other. you learn how he’s practicing to become a professional figure skater while also taking a few college courses at the university across town to earn a degree in radiology. although still soft spoken, you can tell he’s opened his shell to you a bit.

during the week you can’t help but wonder how he is. while in classes, your mind wanders on how his classes are and if he’s learned this new spin he recently told you he wanted to learn. once thursday finally arrives again, you happily wait around for 5PM and smile up at sunghoon as he enters with his one friend you see every so often.

“long time, no see.” he speaks first, smiling at you as his friend just watches the interaction.

you greet his friend as well with a smile, taking his payment and giving him the remainder of the change. “you don’t need a ride tonight?”

he shakes his head as he puts the change in his wallet, telling his friend to start getting ready with his skates. “not tonight. but hey,” he looks around as he builds up courage for his next sentence. “i got my car back from the shop the other day and wanted to offer you a ride home tomorrow, if you’re okay with that. just, as a thank you for the past week.”

you nod, your smile widening. “sure, i don’t mind. thanks, sunghoon.”

throughout the night, whenever you looked over at sunghoon he was already looking over at you. when your eyes locked, he’d look away with a shy smile before following his friend around the rink. at the end of the night, sunghoon and his friend left right as elli was closing for the night and he waved goodbye to you.

when elli locked the doors, she turned to you with a curious grin. “what?” you said, holding back a smile from her. you knew where she was headed, but you didn’t want to give her the details just yet.

“are you seeing the mystery boy?” she asks in a teasing tone as she cleans up the empty cups and sprawled about napkins off the floor.

you shake your head, stuffing your items in your bag quickly before doing your closing routine. “not really. i’ve just been giving him rides and we’ve been bonding, i guess. just friendly stuff.”

she scoffs, making you turn your head to her direction. “not with the way he looks at you.” you raise a brow at her, motioning for her to continue her sentence. “the way he smiles at you from across the rink is telling enough. take it from me, i would know.”

you take her word for it but don’t ponder on it until your drive home. does he really look at you a certain way? does he really smile a lot around you? regardless, you try to not think too much about it but can’t help but imagine his face when you close your eyes. as you’re drifting to sleep, you can’t help but look forward to tomorrow.

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today you even finished your coursework early, meaning all you did was study and occasionally procrastinate. when five o’clock rolled around, in strolled sunghoon with his skates by himself this time. his face lit up upon seeing you, his nose scrunching up in this adorable way that causes his dimples to pop out at you. you would be lying if you said it didn’t cause a butterfly to flutter around in your stomach, especially after your conversation with elli last night.

“hey stranger.” you say, returning his smile. “fancy meeting you here.”

he hands you his money, chuckling at your greeting. “yeah the outside caught my attention so figured why not.” as you hand him his change, you lock eyes for a few moments before he continues. “the cutie behind the counter drew me in a bit, too.”

the blush spreading across your cheeks catch his attention, mentally making a note to flirt with you more. “just a bit?” you retort, catching him off guard.

“more than a bit, actually.” is the last thing he says before walking over to his locker and getting ready for the evening.

as the night comes to a close, elli leaves early again to attend to her granddaughter again since she is still healing from her injury. five minutes before closing and everyone is gone except you two, so you close up the lobby again and begin cleaning. but before you can turn off the music, sunghoon walks in and begins helping you clean up the empty cups and trash around the waste bin. when you notice this, you begin to protest but he shoo’s you away, insisting he helps you since you help him. you let him continue because at the end of the day, who are you to object to extra help? you both take your time cleaning, just talking with one another.

“how’s your routine coming along?” you ask as you clean up the last of the lobby, putting away the skates as sunghoon finally changes out of his own. “from what i saw it looks like it’s coming along great.”

“you’re watching me skate while at work?” he asks, making you glance at him with a grin. “how creepy.”

you laugh, throwing an empty paper cup at him as you come out from behind the counter with your bag on your shoulder. “and you stare too much.”

leaning against the counter, you watch as he grabs his bag and starts walking towards you. “it’s not my fault you’re so pretty.” he comments, making you roll your eyes with a tint of blush appearing on your cheeks.

you both are just mere inches apart, eyes staring into one another’s as the silence drowns out the world around you. his hand brushes against yours for a moment, sending a shiver up your spine as his eyes gaze from your eyes to your lips then back to eyes once more. taking this into notice, you do the same as to reciprocate his feelings. and luckily enough, he understands. bringing his hand up to your cheek, he cups it with a shy grin and leans his forehead against yours. bodies pressed together, he snakes his arm around your waist to pull you closer. for a few seconds you stay like this, waiting for someone to make the first move as your arm rests on his bicep and the other on his neck.

“so can you kiss me already?” you break the silence, laughter filling the room before his lips meets yours.

and once they do, you can feel those previous butterflies erupt into a zoo. it’s not long before you both are smiling into the kiss, lips molding perfectly together as they move in unison. as the kids deepens, you glide your tongue across his bottom lip for access and he happily allows you in. sunghoon tastes just like vanilla, making you want more of him. it isn’t until you momentarily snap back into reality when you realize where you are: at your job.

you pull away from sunghoon’s lips, both of you attempting to catch your breath as his thumb grazes the apples of your cheek. once you pull away from his forehead to take a look at him, you smile at the sight. his lips are plump, saliva at the corners of his mouth. you swipe away at them, cleaning it up with your thumb with a genuine smile. he watches you intently, catching you off guard by pecking your lips before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the exit.

you stop him in his tracks, making him turn around to face you. “so are we dating now?” you ask, taking a step forward.

he chuckles, pulling you towards him to press a small kiss to your forehead. “let me treat you to dinner first and then we can make it official.”

#☀︎ woniechronicles works #enhypen #enhyphen fluff #sunghoon #park sunghoon #park sunghoon fluff #enha #enha fluff #enha imagines #enhypen fluff #sunghoon fluff

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mountphoenixrp · 2 years

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Azazel, who is known by no other name, a 22 year old son of Nyx. He is a bartender at Minx.

FC NAME/GROUP: Park Sunghoon/Enhypen CHARACTER NAME: Azazel AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 22 -10/30 PLACE OF BIRTH: Somewhere in Korea OCCUPATION: Bartender @ Minx Burlesque Club and Lounge, Underground piercer training to do tattoo's HEIGHT: 173cm - 5'6 WEIGHT: 55kg - 125lbs DEFINING FEATURES: Beauty mark shaped like a moon on left cheek, purple eyes, pale shimmery pearl like skin, silver freckles over his nose, scar over his right temple to his forehead, scars on his fingers and fingertips, knuckles from fighting, tattoo's of a curse down his back and neck, tattoos on his thighs and lower arms to try and hide burn scars from cigarettes, eyebrow piercing, left ear has 5 piercings, right ear has 3.

PERSONALITY: Saying he hated everyone is an understatement. His lack of reaction and cold attitude often get him into fights but he handles them well. Keeps to himself usually but if someone does get him to talk it's never what anyone wants to hear.

Being far to honest and blunt with what he says he doesn't really see the means of having a filter, sugar coating his words. It isn't his intention to insult someone or tear down their dandy day but it also isn't his job to build it up either. He was never sugar coated growing up so why should he do it to strangers? But he really isn't all bad, deep down there was a softness hidden inside that he made sure to keep from others on fear of being hurt again.

Trust was far to none and gaining it more rare than him smiling. Fashionable and artistic, he hides his scars and the various things he doesn't want anyone to see under his expensive layers.

HISTORY: TW - Mentions of abuse and child neglect, drugs and alcohol.

Before this Azazel lived in a wooden box, not metaphorically he literally lived in a box. Azazel didn't understand why he had been placed here when before he had such a warm and happy home, a mom and a dad he thought loved him so much. He had games, a bed, all the snacks he could have wanted, and love. So why was he here? What Azazel wasn't told is the people he was with before finally got pregnant and decide they didn't want to foster a child anymore. That they weren't adopting him anymore. Being adopted was a joke, thrown into a foster home where the woman was so perfect on the outside but behind closed doors she was a monster. Addicted to anything and everything that could give her a rush, using the money she got taking Azazel's in to fuel her wild lavish life. Drugs, alcohol, expensive clothes, sex, she did it all without shame or care. Especially without care.

Inside some room of the home the toddler was stuffed into a box left in the dark with a blanket and a torn up purple star plushie, left in there for hours while she did whatever she did. At first he would claw and scratch at it's surface until his fingers bled..but over time If he was good and quiet she would let him out to watch cartoons, eat scraps of what she had left laying around and play with various object; most of which weren't safe but he imagined them as something else. When there were home checks she would convince him to pretend everything was perfect with promises of cookies and an extra hour in the television, which he obeyed. He would be smacked if he called her momma or asked for more of something, would be burned with cigarettes if he came out if his box or wet his pants.

At once point when he was 6 he asked to go outside while she was drunk and when she didn't answer he tried, much to her displeasure. She screamed about how he was ungrateful, how he tried to leave after all she has done ultimately hitting him in the head with an astray. He didn't cry though because if he had she would have hit him more. Of course she didn't take him to the doctor, deciding to just give him a sleeping pill and do it herself. For years the cycle kept up, his need for a parental love or any love at all slowly fading the more he was neglected and abused. The box got bigger until it just became a closet and Azazel still played along when visits came because who would want a teenager if he went back? What if the next place is worse? His trust went further and further down the drain before finally running out, leaving nothing but a cold husk of a warm child behind.

He didn't attent school but he didn't need to. Being unnaturally smart Azazel had learned fast just from seeing how to cook, clean, dress himself with the two outfits he had, read and write. Every time the woman was out or drunk he would sneak out of closet to do whatever was needed to teach himself basic necessities. How to live.

When he turned 18 and the woman demanded his checks that were now addressed to him, but for once he said no. Running away wasn't easy.. quickly he learned his eyes didn't work in daylight, blind against the overly bright and menacing light. He couldn't go outside at all during the day having to changing his schedule to fit a night life, it wasn't easy to move only in the night but it was ideal. Sorta. The streets were hard and the shelters rough, any further trust that lingered melted away with every fist he took to the face and dealt back. He fought people every day whether it was for no reason other then them being offended he didn't care, helping someone that couldn't help themselves, or getting rid of the guys that woman sent got his money.. he fought. Black eye, busted lip, he never showed up without something on his body. Another cycle was starting to form and for a couple years he let it, until he couldn't handle being stuck again. Stuck in another repeating cycle of abuse and neglect, this time it was his own fault.

Azazel searched and searched for a means to escape, to go anywhere else.. but no matter where he went in Korea trouble followed. Eventually the talk of an island reached his ears, with the promise of a place he could go where he could really leave this hell hole behind, that woman's goons unable to find him.. he took the risk of finding it. The island really was remote, far off the coast where no one would know of him. Mount Phoenix was it's name. There he felt a strange pull, didn't fully understand the weird feeling of the place, just liked he could start new.

Finding an underground tattoo shop they took him in when seeing his talent, gave him a temporary place to stay above the shop until he was able to house himself. If he hadn't been so broken he would have been able to show he was grateful, unfortunately..he didn't even trust the kindness that gave. Eventually the checks stopped, they probably realized he ran and a job outside apprenticeship was needed. Azazel search everywhere for anything that operated solely at night not again, it was difficult, he wanted to give up. Eventually a guy at the tattoo shop set him up with an interview at a club called Minx as a bartender, somehow getting the job with no experience but when he showed he could learn instantly by just observing.. he was hired.

PANTHEON: Greek CHILD OF: Nyx POWERS: Ability to manipulate Darkness (if in large amounts can be draining and short lived in time), Perfect ability to see at night like a cat, Ability to see prophecies but rarely and often only negative (can only see prophecies of those he has made physical contact with or those that directly influence his life.) STRENGTHS: Observant, Photogenic Memory, Quick Reflexes, Quick Witted, Artistic, Heavy Hitter, Can learn anything from watching it once. WEAKNESSES: Practicality blind during the day, Forgets to eat, Hits first-asks questions later, Hates everything, Allergies to Watermelon

#kpop rp #krp #enhyphen #park sunghoon #enhyphen sunghoon #mp; welcome

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4am-enha · 1 year

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late summer lovin’

description: you desperately want to spend your last summer here in town with your friends, only to find out almost all of them are away on vacation. that is, all of them but heeseung. the one friend you’d never really been that close with.

pairing: heeseung x gn reader (fluff, non idol)

wc: ≈ 1.5k

warnings&tags: lowercase intended, didn’t proofread, teensy angst?, kissing under stars, spending summer with heeseung, friends to kinda lovers, short one shot, pool scene, kinda shy and awkward hee, fluff, gender neutral reader, self insert, y/n.

note: this is the first time im releasing a lowercase and barely proofread work simply because i just didn’t have the time, but i wanted to get this small idea out! hopefully you guys still like it. :)

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it was the last summer you’d have in this town before you had to move away for college. you had just graduated and were feeling freer than you ever had before. you decided that nothing was going to stop you from enjoying this summer and that you’d enjoy it to the fullest.

what a better way to spend this summer than with your closest friends? but almost all of your friends were away for the summer on vacation with their families.

except heeseung. the one you were the least close to.

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it was the last summer you’d have here in this old familiar town before you had to move away for college. you had just graduated and were feeling freer than you ever had felt before. no more restrictions and limits. just finally time to enjoy the world around you.

time. you finally had time. it’s the one thing you had been craving for the entirety of your just gone school year.

you decided that nothing was going to stop you from enjoying this summer and that you’d spend every moment of it to the fullest. you’d do things that made you uncomfortable just to get out of your zone, try new things, and just enjoy it all.

what a better way to spend this summer than with your closest friends? to you, there was no better way. so that’s exactly what you wanted to do.

however a boundary quickly came your way. almost all of your friends were working or just too busy to do the things you wanted to do, and if they weren’t busy they were away for the summer on vacation with their families.

except heeseung.

within your whole friend group, heeseung was the one you were the least close to. you had met each other through your mutual friends a year ago, but had only ever talked and hung out when everyone else was there.

recently, your friend group had gone on a trip to the capital for a day since it was just a few hours drive away. you had all spent the day together, the majority of it crammed up in the back of jays car. you were stuck in the middle, squished between jungwon and heeseung. at first it was awkward as you could physically feel your sides up against them, but if you were being honest, being crammed up like that only brought you and heeseung closer that day- physically and emotionally.

you spent the long car journey talking and joking since you were sat next to each other. it quickly started getting more comfortable between the two of you. so comfortable, that on the way home you and heeseung had fell asleep with your heads leaning on each other- to which you were painfully reminded of it every second after you had woken up to your friend jake teasing the pair of you, and showing you the pictures he had taken while you were asleep.

after that day, you and heeseung had been texting each other more often.

now, just a month later, you were the only two of your friends that were left in town for the summer.

you impulsively decided to try and make some plans with heeseung, since you’d rather spend time with him than waste the summer away alone. even if it was awkward.

to your surprise, he agreed with no hesitation.

this was the first time you would hang out together, just the two of you. of course, at first it was awkward as hell.

it was a simple summer day, simple plans, nothing too out there. you and heeseung had decided to go to the local pool because the hot sunny temperature was ridiculous to be out in.

if heeseung was being honest, he was so nervous about hanging out, he had over prepared before he got there. it was as if he was going on a date- which he wasn’t. he struggled to think of conversation to make with you for a while. though, he eventually forgot about how anxious he was as he saw you having fun and laughing at his random jokes he had cracked out of nerves.

he couldn’t help but pay more attention to your smile than usual. maybe it was just the way the sun reflected off the pool water onto your face, but it was pretty on you, and your laugh was addicting to listen to. that was the real reason he was being extra funny today.

he shook it off and decided to just splash you with the water. maybe it would rinse away whatever he was feeling right now looking at you.

as time went on, the sun hid behind clouds and sudden shade loomed over the pool. it got a bit chilly; it was relieving for those who weren’t in the water- which was now getting significantly colder. you started to visibly shiver. heeseung immediately noticed and swam over to you.

“y/n, are you okay?” he was concerned.

“yeah, it just got a bit cold,” you complained.

“here,” heeseung grabbed onto you, pulling you closer to him, his arms wrapped around your waist, your legs wrapped around his own waist. he carried you slowly through the water, leading you to the ladder.

“let’s get out now before you get hypothermia or something.”

and so you did both get out, but now you felt a lot warmer, and not because of the towel heeseung was sweetly wrapping you in, but because your love language was acts of service and for some reason what he had just done hit a soft spot in you momentarily. it had been physically the closest you’d ever been to him.

after you had both finished getting changed separately, you decided to go out and eat. the food was definitely needed after such a long swim.

heeseung watched you eat quite passionately and let out a soft giggle.

you looked at him and paused, quite offended, “what?”

“you look like a little chipmunk right now,” he ruffled your hair.

“ew? are you trying to give me the ick?” you rolled your eyes.

“calm down alvin,” heeseung mumbled under his breath, causing you two to bicker for a while.

that evening as you lay in your bed, you could only help but think of the day you had spent with heeseung. you stared at your ceiling with a smile. hanging out with heeseung alone wasn’t that bad, in fact you kind of enjoyed it more than when you were both with your other friends. you pulled out your phone and shot him a message.

let’s do it again tomorrow?

how about we just spend the entire summer together?

and you both held yourselves to that. many burning days went by of a similar manner, laughs, jokes, blushing, unintended flirting. quality time spent together, just getting to know one another more and more. you enjoyed each other’s company. it felt right. maybe you were destined to be best friends this whole time.

you spent the summer going to each other’s places, watching movies, cooking and baking together, dancing around, playing video games, self care nights, stargazing, cloud watching, going to the pool, going on food runs, doing shopping fashion shows, just being around each other.

you grew inseparable, the most iconic duo of the summer.

you were glad summer was going how you had wanted it to. you enjoyed each day so much, you had forgotten how fast it would end.

on your final night in town, you and heeseung had gone on one last night drive. the night felt so surreal. it didn’t feel like the last night you’d be here like this.

you watched out the car window, breeze brushing your face, the prominent smell of night (if that made sense). you and heeseung just sat in silence with music playing, embracing the nostalgic kinda vibe moment. it felt like those scenes in coming of age movies you watched.

before heeseung pulled up to your house for the final time, he decided to take the long way home- stopping in a random parking lot.

you didn’t question it, in fact you actually didn’t mind at all. you wanted as much time as you could get with him left. you’d grown so attached to his presence, you weren’t quite sure how you were going to deal without it now.

the movers had already been and taken all your stuff, so it was more entertaining to be out of the house anyway, and you didn’t really feel like going back.

heeseung looked over to you, “i just want to thank you. because of you i’ve had the best summer there could’ve been.”

“don’t thank me,” you began, “thank you for agreeing to spend it with me. i’m glad we spoke more individually.”

you both smiled and sat quietly again for a while, music humming quietly from the car radio.

“oh look at the stars!” he explained excitedly, pointing to the window.

“do you think that one is a constellation?” you pointed as well, joining in.

“maybe,” heeseung laughed “that one kind of looks angry.”

“how can a star look angry?”

heeseung shrugged and looked at you.

you snorted, “you’re stupid.”

he smiled.

“i’m gonna miss this,” you finally admitted, avoiding eye contact.

silence. it was silent for a moment. it made you look at him again, wondering why he had not said anything at all.

he was already looking at you, actually looking kind of sad and conflicted. he said nothing still. you blushed slightly from the long eye contact.

that’s when something changed. the moment that if you would have told yourself from a few months ago about, you’d laugh at yourself. no way would that happen. but it did. heeseung reached over to you, pulling you in by the chin, and he had impulsively kissed you.

that definitely took you by surprise, but who were you to complain?

heeseung had pulled back and hesitated for a moment, worried that he had forgotten to ask first. you pulled him back in almost instantly, because something in you had secretly been wanting this for a while now.

you hadn’t told him, but over the time that you had spent together you began to develop some strong romantic feelings.

little did you know, so had heeseung.

you had both kept it from each other because of the simple fact you were moving away and starting anything serious now would be problematic. neither of you would believe the other would ever like you back anyway. how wrong you both were.

you had always raved on about how happy you’d be to leave this small town behind, but now you had something special attached to it.

part of you felt disappointed and angry that you had left it so late to finally get close like this. it felt like you had wasted so much time- but how could you have known what special connection awaited between you? this was never planned, but then again the most precious things never were.

heeseung couldn’t take it anymore.

if he was going to confess at all, he would confess now, even through just a small action- because he felt like he was losing you tonight. he wasn’t sure when he’d see you again and he knew he would regret it if he didn’t act now. everything in him urged him to be close to you, protect you, hold you, kiss you, but he couldn’t tell you in words. he felt selfish for it, knowing you’d be gone tomorrow.

“i’ll miss this too,” heeseung finally said through a short pause, immediately meeting your lips again and holding you tight under the stars.

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yyawnjun · 9 months

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5.33am SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

a.n: it was supposed to be a short one-shot for my jealous!enha boys series…I don't know how a 1.6k wc one came out…and I don't think it's right for the series but it was so cool to write it😭

anyway...please let me know your opinions and hcs !! comments, like and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

fluff!! ; hoon being hoon ; a creepy man appears but nothing serious happens ; sign a petition for yn and hoon to say OUT LOUD what they think

Since you had to catch the bus at 5.30 am to visit your family, you did get up at 4.55 am as planned. Your mother's birthday fell on the day you moved away from your hometown two months ago, so you decided to surprise her.

You were lucky to discover a low bus ticket that would have taken you there in just five hours. Everything was unplanned; you bought it the day before and quickly packed your things into a small but comfortable rucksack.

It was 5.10 am, and you were leaving the house. Your apartment was only 10 mins by foot to the bus station, so you did not rush. There was none around except for an old lady walking on the opposite side of the road and a few cars. Some birds were already awake, and the sun was rising, it was when almost everyone was still asleep or slowly people were getting up to start their day. A new day was about to start for everyone, your heart was light, and you were happy.

You were lost in your thoughts that you did not realize that you stopped yourself while looking at the clouds in the sky. You come back to the world only when a boy runner next to you screaming: "HE'S GONNA KILL ME IF I MISS THIS BUS TOOOO"

You did not even check the time; you started to run too. Because actually, your "natural clock" understood that you were late.

Indeed, when you arrived at the station, you looked at your phone which showed 5.33 am.

You missed your bus...and you could not even say it to anyone, because it was a surprise. Discouraged, you went to the ticket office to see if to buy a ticket for the next bus that would be passing in just an hour.

It was summer, so the natural light was already there, but still a bit of fear there was because you were alone, but it was replaced by laughter when you saw the boy, who had run earlier near to you, on his knees in front of the man in the ticket office begging him to find him a bus that would arrive there before an hour.

He was so funny while literally kneeling for a bus ticket at 5.35am. The man looked so annoyed, but after a good five minutes, his prayers worked.

Indeed there was a special bus - the number 5 - that only for that day was active, and that would arrive in 33 minutes.

You never thought you could see someone's mood change so quickly; he would have hugged the man if there was no glass separating them. Happier than ever, the boy buys his ticket and turns to go to wait for the bus. That's when he notices you and guesses - from your amused expression - that you had seen the scene.

After a quick nod and a thinly veiled smile, he walks past you and goes to wait for the bus.

It was thanks to him that you found out about bus number 5, which was also perfect for you. So you immediately bought your ticket and went to wait patiently for the bus.

As you expected, you met the boy there again. He was seated on the only bench there, where you would soon be joining him.

You greeted each other with a simple smile and head nod; by this point, you were companion victims of misfortune on that summer morning.

So you sat, put your earphones on, and waited while looking around and letting your thoughts run free.

You could tell that he kinda did the same because after 15 mins you felt something - or better, someone - graving on your shoulder.

Yes, the bus would arrive in 33 minutes at 6:08 a.m., but the funny boy only after 15 mins of waiting falls on your shoulder.

You were a bit hesitant to wake him up because he looked so peaceful while sleeping.

He had closed eyes and a steady breathing pattern, and his lips and his cheeks were flushed pink. His dark black hair and eyebrows created a contrast with his pale skin and total-white outfit.

A mole on his note distinguished him, and knowing the legend of moles - it says they are said to be the place where, in another life, your soulmate loved to kiss you - you smiled. When you had to gently touch him to wake him awake because the bus had arrived, you blushed a little more.

Oh yes, 18 minutes passed after he had dozed off on your shoulder...

You quickly got on the bus after waking him up, and he immediately boarded behind you after mumbling an awkward thank you.

The bus was so full of men at that hour, and most of them seemed to be surprised by your arrival.

You did not feel comfortable at all, but you decided to ignore everyone turning up the volume of your music and sitting in the only empty place. Luckily none was sitting next to you, you were safe you thought.

However, you started to feel truly scared when you noticed a man, who must have been in his 50s, standing up and walking toward you.

As fate would have it, the clumsy boy, your company of misfortune also saw, and he immediately sat down in the seat next to yours. At that moment your music stopped, and you heart lost a few beats.

"Not gonna lie, that man creeped me out too. Hope it is okay if I sat next to you; I would never leave a pretty girl alone with someone like him" he whispered while still looking at that man with dead eyes.

Your eyes brightened in response to his words, and you thanked him.

"Young boy leave that seat and let me sit next to the beautiful girl." Just hearing those words was enough to send shivers down your spine.

Instinctively, you reached for the boy's shirt hoping he would not leave you with that old man.

He wasn't going to let go, on the contrary, he said:

"She's my girlfriend, you'd better stop bothering her."

Your heart began to beat faster and faster, adrenaline and anxiety were invading your heart, and you felt helpless.

"Oh sure. I bet you just met her. Why such a beautiful girl should be with someone like you. Hmm? What do you say?" the man asked, turning to you.

He was about to answer back but you anticipated him by saying.

"You better shut up before I call the police. Leave me and my boyfriend alone.. and I don't need me to explain to you idiot why I am dating this handsome boy."

Now is the boy's heart that was beating fast.

"The bus is moving. A message to the man who is bothering the girl. You had better sit down before you falls and the police have to meet you at the hospital instead of the next stop"

The driver's voice was heard everywhere, and the timing almost scared you.

Someone had also called the police, and the man would have been reported soon.

Even though you were safe at this point, your heart continued to race since so much had happened so quickly.

You eventually turned to look at the boy who helped you after the grumbling man had moved away from you.

"Thank you so so much. You saved me," you said, but he was not looking at you-

He was glancing down at the bottoms of his shoes while his hands were covering his face.

"Is everything alright? Are you okay?" you asked worried.

And he finally turned to you almost screaming

"SO WAIT DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM HANDSOME?"

But he quickly tried to ignore your confused expression as he attempted to regain his calm and added, "It's nothing; I acted on instinct. I couldn't bear that creepy man would sit next to you. Hope you are okay now"

He wanted to finish his sentence with "pretty girl" because he truly meant it. Although it could have worried you, he chose not to.

Even though you too really meant what you had said - that he was a beautiful guy - you preferred to ignore his question too.

"I'm fine thanks, and nice to meet my name is Y/n."

"Park Sunghoon. My name is Park Sunghoon, nice to meet you"

"Well Park Sunghoon if you also have to get off at the last stop, I guess we have a long journey ahead of us,"

"Yes y/n, but I think that by staying right next to you, the time will pass more quickly," he replied without thinking.

You nodded in agreement as you internally chuckled at the sound of your name coming out of his mouth.

He was very kind and easy to talk to since you discovered that you had a lot of things in common - for example he too was going to the surprise party of a friend of his in the same city as you.

While talking you find out that you enjoy the same singers and songs, and that is how you ended up sharing your earphones while your playlist was playing.

Sunghoon however, fell asleep off again and let his head fall forward when the softer section of your songs began to play.

Oh, and the reason you gently shifted his head to your shoulder was for no other reason than to make him more comfortable…right?

serie> hee ; hoon ; jay ; jake ; sunoo ; jgwon ; niki

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h4chi · 1 year

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SUMMARY it’s another busy school year between books, her new part-time job in a music store, volleyball and her duty as the student council’s vice president for yn. on the other hand, sunghoon has just moved from the big and crowded seoul with his family for his father’s new job. new city also means new school, new friends and maybe… old friends too. but what if yn doesn’t recognize him anymore?

GENRE childhood friends to strangers to friends to lovers (lol). smau, some written chapters. comedy, romance

PAIRING non-idol park sunghoon x female reader

FEATURING le sserafim (huh yunjin as yn), enhypen, new jeans, treasure haruto, nct jeno + more

WARNINGS underage drinking, swearing, food, mentions of depression (not much tbh) and overworking

STATUS begins on the 25th of december. updates every sunday

TAGLIST open! send an ask to be added :)

( permanent taglist, you can ask to be removed for this smau. @enhacolor @soobin-chois @bubblytaetae ) @ilvsoup @ineedaherosavemeenow @igotkpoops @diestheticu @ohsyanfei @captivq @dimplewonie @blossomnct @yjjungwon @chaewon-slays @jiawji @ahnneyong @yenqa @italiekim @viagumi @sunoo-lvxr @neozon3nha @faeryhee @aki1e @iloveoceaneyesss @bejewelledgirl

ENHYPEN MASTERLIST !

PROFILES: jeju gals, connecting…, islanders

영 — kill bill

일 — first day of school

이 — sunghoon who?

삼 — banana peel sunghoon???

사 — today is application day

오 —

육 —

칠 —

팔 —

구 —

십 —

#sunghoon enhypen #sunghoon enha #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x reader #enhypen ff #enhypen imagines #enhyphen #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon imagines #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #park sunghoon scenarios #sunghoon smau #park sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x you #sunghoon x y/n #kpop smau

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mae-gi-writes · 2 years

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DISTRACTED || JAY (ENHYPHEN)

Jay has to go to work. Except, he keeps getting distracted by you.

Genre: bestfriends to lovers!au, fluff, confession time, heated makeout sesh

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Jay is distracted.

More specifically, he's distracted by you.

Look, the thing is: he's someone who loves keeping track of his money. Hence the reason why he'd asked to share half of his rent with you and, considering that you've lived in the same dormitory for the entirety of your university life, the changes had been minimal, practically close to nothing. Having grown up on the same side of the road and seeing each other everyday did that to him; it made him take for granted that your friendship was somewhat special, somewhat different from the usual encounter with girls.

He's lived with you for a few weeks now, and he won't complain. You cook him meals that take him by surprise whenever he comes home from work, you make sure to wash his laundry when he forgets and in return, he does the same. It's quite an amazing teamwork that you've got with the young man. He's pretty certain that in another life, he would've gravitated towards you all over again.

So what is this?

Why is he feeling so weird?

To be honest, Jay had known that albeit the fact that you weren't popular among most of the male population -- the ones that lived on short skirts and high heels and perfect manicures -- you did have some potential candidates asking around for you. So, you're not completely erased from the dating scene.

But to be clear, you'd never been Jay's type.

So he feels like slapping himself upon catching his own eyes wandering over to the dampness dotting your collarbones.

I mean, he thinks to himself while quickly down at his coffee, it is an attractive sight.

You're the type of girl that holds a no-nonsense look, a wardrobe that consists of large t-shirts thay you've inherited from your older brothers and baggy shorts that did nothing to help your sex appeal in his opinion. You're the type of girl who always has her hair in a ponytail, who's always late to class and would rather stay home and chill instead of dressi.g up to go shopping and get pampered.

Jay, on the other hand, loves seeing girls getting dolled up, loves the feminity that it brings out, loves the show of legs, the clad, skin-tight tops that cinches at the waist, the type of girl that isn￠t scares to ask for help or to show that they're interested in romantic adventures.

But this morning is quite different. Because it seems as though a veil has just been lifted from Jay's eyes.

You, with your friggin collarbones dotted with the dampness of your morning shower, decked in your usual attire. Same, yet different.

Damn.

"What if they ask me about my previous jobs?" You're busy chatting on about your worries, about your interview and the possible questions that might follow but as much as he wants to comfort you, he just cannot be fucked when his eyes are so riveted on that naked patch of skin.

His lips tingle and he licks them.

Just as you say, "Jay? Earth to Jay? Hellooo?"

"H-Huh?" He snaps to attention, blinking as warmth seeps up his neck, "sorry, what d'you say?"

"I asked whether you think I should wear a dress or pants," you turn, press back against the kitchen counter and take a sip of your coffee, "I looked it up and google said dresses look more feminine, but pants are more professional."

He tries imagining you in a dress and his blood turns hot. He averts his gaze, "how am I supposed to know?" He mutters into his cup in a manner reminiscent of a sulky pup.

You cock your head curiously, an amused smile gracing your lips, "what is up your butt this morning?"

"Tired."

"You're always tired Jay," his toast pings and you place them on a plate before you hand it to him.

He thanks you quite sourly as he butters it a little too aggressively for your taste, "I got a lot of stuff to sort out at work."

What a pitiful excuse, his mind chimes.

"Oh yeah? Says the guy who was proclaming his job was the best."

"That was before overtime was a thing."

"Ahh overtime, the joy-killer," you say dramatically, even hold a hand to your forehead. Your own toaat pops out and you place your plate upon the counter opposite him, proceeding to spread peanut butter, "so, to answer my question: dress or pants?"

"Ppft. Neither--ow!" He yelps when you slap his shoulder, a pout forming on his face as he rubs the sore spot, "you're asking me this when you've never even worn them."

"You don't have to see me wear them," you roll your eyes and take a bite from your toast, "use your imagination a little."

He munches on his breakfast, "you're asking for too much."

"Oh my go-- you know what Jay? Nevermind. I'm just gonna wear the pants."

He's about to retort back a reply, only to get distracted by the way your t-shirt dips slightly to show more skin that needed. He spots the crevice that runs down and disappears underneath your t-shirt, which leaves little to the imagination.

He sucks in a sharp breath. Lord. The lord was testing him.

"--also, stop giving me so much sass. It's only like, seven in the morning and I--"

It's on impulse. One minute you're reprimanding him and the next, he's shot forward, grabbed on to your shirt, and yanked it back to hide your neck.

A surprised yelp falls from your lips, "what the fudge, Jay?!"

But now he's distracted, because by doing so means that he's so, so close to you. If he moves a little forward, your noses might brush.

Your lips, parted and looking oh-so-appetizing that he feels his entire body still.

Oh.

Oh wow.

Oh no.

He should not be looking at you like that. He should not be thinking up imaginary scenarios of kissing you senseless--

"Jay? Hey Jay?" Your voice brings him out of his thought bubble. You're tense, and he feels it.

"S-Sorry, I just--" his mind scrambles for something to get him back out of the gutter he's just fallen into heads-on, "sorry. You're...you gotta stop doing that."

"Doing--wha--what did I do?" You can't help but stutter and his heart practically lurches up to his throat because that is fucking adorable.

"N-Nothing," he drops your shirt, averting his eyes so as not to see it slip back down and exposing the said patch of skin he's been avoiding like the plague all morning, "I think the pants would be nice."

It's a pathetic attempt to try and turn things back to normal, but you accept it, trying not to show your concern by devoting your entire attention to your toast.

The rest of your breakfast is quiet and you wash the dishes in silence as you hear Jay changing in his room. It's almost quarter to eight, a little later than Jay would normally leave, but you decide that today is a little weird and maybe it should just be swept under the rug and ignored.

God knows you do not want to breach that small incident with your best friend. Nor do you want to get another reminder of your useless, endless crush on him.

You reach for his bag, set upon the said kitchen counter, and tuck his lunch inside as you usually do, when you feel a presence hovering behind you.

You turn, and gasp.

Jay's arms cage you against the counter, face so close you spot the small scar dotting the corner of his eye. And you almost lose breath at his closeness because goddamnit, you're not used to this.

Your hands grip his bag, a tight ball of cloth that separates your two bodies like a peace offering.

"Jay," you say quietly, "what are you doing?"

But it's almost like you've just lost him to another world.

His eyes are glazed over, and his chest rises and falls with every shallow breath. He looks breathless, though you're certain he's got the lung capacity of an Olympain athlete.

He looks hot.

"Jay," you try again, "what are you--"

Your sentence is cut short when he leans in close. Nose along your neck. Brushing against skin.

Oh.

"H-Hey," your stuttering doesn't stop the said young man from nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a giant feline in need of affection. He lets out a soft sigh that tingles the skin at your collarbone. You tense in response, uncertain of what's about to unfold.

What is this?

You can hear the soft rumble at the back of his throat, the scent of his boy deodorant wafting through your nostrils as you feel his lips skim your nape, along your jaw, to rest at the corner of your ear.

You don't want to move. For fear that this, whatever this is, is just a piece of your wild imagination.

Maybe you're dreaming. You should be dreaming.

When Jay speaks next, his alto his hoarse, raspy with emotion:

"Y/N, I'm sorry but..." he takes another breath that shudders through his shoulders, "I’m going to try something.”

"Wh-What?”

“Just—Just trust me.”

And before you have time to react, Jay’s hands are cupping your cheeks before he pulls you in for a kiss.

His mouth slants over yours in the purest of ways, causing a series of goosebumps to prickle along your spine. You take in a sharp breath, but Jay kisses that away as he holds your face in place and kisses you senseless, until you’re light-headed, until you feel like you’re floating on cloud nine.

Slowly, you kiss back and Jay groans lowly at the back of his throat, one of his hands slipping down your arm, curving along the back of your elbow before grasping your hip. He pulls you closer to him as if you’re a drug and he’s in need of you, desperate for a taste, and the intensity at which his mouth moves over yours causes something to ignite in your chest.

A small gasp echoes through the back of your throat when Jay tilts his head and, slowly buy skillfully, swipes his tongue over your bottom lip. You feel light-headed, dizzy with Jay’s scent and Jay’s touch and Jay’s taste. It’s almost scary how quickly you fold under his hands as pliant as origami paper, and you’re not quite sure what to make of all this sudden realization.

But that is quickly shoved out of your head the moment his tongue manages to slip past your lips. You let out a strangled whimper, which Jay responds to with a growl of his own. His body presses you back against the counter, one thigh sliding in-between your legs and causing another gasp out of you, while a hand cards through your hair, fisting through the strands like he fears of letting go.

“Jay,” you murmur out the moment your mouths part. You gaze at each other, breathless and trying to blink away the sudden haziness of it all.

If you’re dreaming, you wish to never wake up.

You swallow hard instead. Your eyes flutter to the ground, to the way his body seems to mold with yours and, maybe realizing that the young man is pressed against you, your cheeks flush a bright red.

“What was that?”

Jay, on the other hand, does not appear the least embarrassed by what has just transpired. He leans in closer to nuzzle the crook of your neck in what seems to be affection.

“Jay,” you call out in warning. You hate it when he gets like this; locks away his thoughts for you to decipher.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what that was, okay?” He mumbles into your skin. His breath fans against your collarbones and that makes you shiver, “maybe I…maybe I like you. Maybe that’s it. I don’t know.”

“What do you mean, maybe you like me?”

Pulling away, it’s his eyes that are glued to the edge of the kitchen counter now. You wouldn’t be surprised if he starts shuffling his feet like a primary school kid getting scolded by his teacher.

There’s a silence that falls over the room as you wait for Jay’s response. It stretches on indefinitely. A warp in time that makes you hold your breath.

“I do.”

Your eyes snap up to his face. But he’s not—or rather— he can’t look you straight in the eye.

His hand comes up to rub the back of his neck and it’s almost instinct that he starts backing away from you in an attempt to protect some of that damn pride of his. The little that he has left.

“I do like you,” he whispers.

You swear your heart starts singing.

Your eyes find his. They lock. And you probably stare him down for more time than you should’ve.

“Do you…” you swallow thickly, the weight of emotion settling in your chest, "do you mean that?"

A pause. Jay, flustered red and looking everywhere but you, croaks out, "I do."

You can't help it. You start laughing.

Adorable.

It's a small chuckle at first. And then, seeing the furrowed confusion on Jay's face makes you laugh even harder.

"Oh I'm so sorry, Jay--" you clamp your lips down and cover your mouth with your hand as Jay bellows out, "what's so funny?"

"Nothing! Nothing at all--"

"You're making fun of me aren't you?" He leans back into your personal space and you yelp, hands latching onto his shoulders for support when you lose balance.

"I'm really not! I swear," you can't help the grin practically splitting your face in two, "I wasn't expecting you to be so serious--"

"I am serious, Y/N."

"I mean yeah, but like--"

"Wow. I confess to you and the only thing you can do is laugh in my face?" He looks offended, though his hands lacing around your waist tell another story, "I'm hurt."

"That's not it," you flash him a grin, giggles still lingering upon your tongue and you don't know that, but Jay swears he feels his entire tummy flip upside down.

He's gotten it...what was it that Heeseung said?

Oh right. He got it bad.

Though at the time, there was no way Jay believed Heeseung when his friend told him that love was bound to happen between the two of you.

"Do you?" He presses on to move the subject away from him.

You cock your head, "Do I?"

"Do you--I mean, if you didn't you wouldn't have kissed back..." his words trail off as a frown falls over his brows, "right?"

Your grin widens, "right."

"Stop smiling at me like that," his cheeks are a vibrant red, looking as though he'd like to be anywhwre but here at this precise moment, "it's creepy."

"Jay, you're blushing."

He jerks away, "I am not"

You laugh some more as your arms slip up to his neck and tug him closer, "aw, you're all flustered and stuff, it's so cute--"

Jay interrupts you with another kiss, presses long and hard until you're a gasping mess against his mouth.

He parts slowly, lips milimeters from each other, "not so chatty now, are you?" He breathes.

"That's cheating," you're the one blushing now. It's not all the time you get to see your best friend like this, all charm and charisma. You decide quickly that you quite like this side of Jay.

He smiles. That tender, affectionate smile that makes butterflies erupt through your chest, and as he brings you in for another hug, you close your eyes and hug back just as hard. You love basking in the comfort of his scent, of the warmth that wraps around you in a blissful utopia.

"Oh shit."

Jay pulls back so suddenly you lose balance.

"I'm gonna be late for work."

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"Jay, you're going to be late," you mumble against Jay's lips as he keeps on pressing insistent kisses. His arms wind around the back of your thighs, lifting you up without warning as you yelp in indignation.

"Jay!"

But he doesn't seem to hear your warning, smothering your protests with his mouth dancing against yours and making your toes curl in delight.

You'll never get tired of this, of Jay spending his mornings kissing you till you're gasping for breath, of Jay showering you with so much that you have no idea where to put your hands.

He's kissing you now after placing you atop the counter and sliding between your thighs. One hand cupping your jaw while the other holds your waist against him, you whimper out his name in a breathy moan when his mouth goes to nibble along your jaw.

"So pretty," he murmurs, the hand at your waist dropping to your clothed thigh, "god, I've been missing out."

"Yup, you have indeed--" your words turn to a gasp as he starts suckling on a patch of skin close to your ear. The hand at your jaw slips up to card through your still-damp locks while his other hand pushes your basketball shorts up to reveal naked akin.

That's enough to cause fireworks to explode behind your lids. You let out another small whimper, unable to help yourself as Jay starts a slow path of kisses down your neck, grumbling in satisfaction as he does so.

"Don't blame me--" you stutter out as he finds your sensitive spot that makes you hiss in delight, "--if your boss gives you shit--"

"Oh shush," his breath against your skin makes it tingle. He kisses his way back up to press one long kiss against your mouth.

"You're impossible," you say the moment he parts, arms around your waist in a loose hug and a lazy grin dancing on his mouth, "I know."

"Now go, or you'll really be late."

Groaning, he does as he's told though, and you walk him up to the door as he gathers his bag, coat and shoves his shoes on.

"See you tonight," you smile at him.

He throws you an annoyed look. Clearly, he isn't amused about the fact that you're pushing him out of the house and you swear he looks like the spitting image of a forlorn pup.

"What?" You jab at his shoulder playfully, "stop looking at me like that."

"Can I call in sick?"

"No!"

"But what if I really am si--"

"No you're not--"

He leans forward too kick for you register until he's kissing you again. A hard smack against your mouth.

"Love you."

You watch him go, a slow smile creeping over your lips.

"Love you too."

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