hello :3 i’m ‘03, i occasionally (rarely) write, i repost/like more than anything but on the rare occasion that i do write:
🩵 enhypen, but i stan other grps
🩵 yes : fluff(!!), almost anything that’s not in the ‘no’ section tbh i’m not too limited
🩵 no : angst, pedophilia, blood related incest (stepcest is okay!!!), scat, any sensitive topics such as extreme non con, male reader (im a girl i dont think id write male reader as accurately as possible)
ot6 engenes this is NOT a safe space for you and NEVER will be.
‼️i like/repost smut however it’s a little awkward for me to write in full so it’s unlikely i’ll write anything smut related, or if i do it’ll just be drabbles
i do not take requests right now, due to the fact that i don’t write often, but my asks are open if you wanna yap! my masterlist is here & if you wanna become an anon here is the list of emojis taken!
warnings: female reader, heeseung calls her “princess”, heeseung speeds & neither of them are wearing helmets (DO NOT DO THIS IRL.) heeseung smokes & jay has a cameo. it gets pretty suggestive at the end 😚
love notes: to the singular person who i know has my notifications on who happens to be my best friend, shut up this means absolutely nothing 🩵 and yes this very much is the result of his debut FINALLY being announced!
word count: 2.8k 🏍️
you're checking your phone for the third time in two minutes, the screen casting a pale glow on your hands, when you hear it. the distant growl of an engine, low and mean, cutting through the quiet of the street. you look up, tucking your phone into your back pocket, and your heart kicks against your ribs.
the streetlight above you flickers, bathing the sidewalk in intermittent yellow, and you shift your weight from foot to foot. it's late, past midnight, and the shops along this stretch are dark, metal grates pulled down. you should be cold in just your thin sweater, but anticipation keeps you warm, keeps your blood humming.
the sound gets louder, a predator's purr echoing off the buildings, and then you see him. the bike rounds the corner, black and gleaming, the headlight sweeping across the pavement before fixing on you.
heeseung slows to a stop right in front of where you're standing, one booted foot touching the ground to balance the machine between his thighs. he pushes his hair back - dyed silver, his black roots showing through. he looks at you, dark eyes raking over your body, slow and deliberate, that familiar smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
"you waiting for someone, princess?" he asks, voice rough from disuse, from cigarettes, from the simple fact of being him.
"maybe," you say, stepping closer. "some idiot on a bike. heard he's bad news."
"heard right," he says, and he reaches out, his gloved hand catching your hip and pulling you in. "get on."
the engine roars to life beneath you, a vicious purr that vibrates through your chest and settles somewhere low in your stomach. heeseung doesn't look back at you, not yet, but you can see the corner of his mouth twitch upward in that way that makes your heart stutter. his silver hair catches the streetlight as he revs the throttle, the sound tearing through the quiet seoul night like a threat.
"hold on tight, princess," he says over his shoulder, voice rough and low, and you don't need to be told twice. your arms snake around his waist, fingers clutching at the worn leather of his jacket. then, he speeds off, the force of it snapping you back a bit before you’re forced forward.
seoul blurs past in streaks of colours, the streetlights bleeding into one long ribbon of gold as heeseung weaves through the late-night traffic. he's going too fast, he always goes too fast. but you don’t care. you’ve come to enjoy the speed, the thrill, everything that comes with heeseung. your hair whips around your face, and you squeeze your arms tighter around him, feeling the rumble of the bike between your thighs, the vibration traveling up your spine.
he takes a corner sharp and you yelp, your hands fisting in his leather jacket. he laughs, you feel it more than hear it, the vibration of his chest against your palms.
"scared?" he shouts over the wind.
"never," you yell back, and you feel his hand cover yours for a second, squeezing, before he returns it to the handlebars.
the tattoo parlor is tucked down an alley that smells like fried street food and rain. heeseung kills the engine and the sudden silence rings in your ears. he gets off first, swinging his leg over with practiced ease, and you follow, your legs unsteady from the ride, from the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.
your foot catches on nothing, the pavement tilting weirdly, and you stumble forward with a gasp. before you can catch yourself, his hand is on your lower back, warm and firm, steadying you against his chest.
"easy, princess," he mumbles, breath hot against your ear. his thumb traces a slow circle over your spine, right above the waistband of your jeans, and you shiver. "got sea legs?"
"shut up," you mutter, but you're smiling, and he sees it, his dark eyes softening in that way they only do for you.
the bell above the door jingles when he pushes it open, and the guy behind the counter looks up, bored expression shifting to a playful scowl when he realises it’s heeseung and not some randomer who was dared to get a tattoo at ass o’clock in the night.
"'bout fucking time," jay says, finally glancing over. he's got ink up to his throat, dark and intricate, and when he sees you, his expression softens into something almost fond. "hey, sweetheart. long time no see."
"don't call her that," heeseung says, but there's no real bite to it. he moves past jay to the mini fridge in the corner, pulling out a beer and cracking it open with a hiss. "you got the sketch?"
"nah, just standing here for shits and giggles," jay says dryly. “and stop stealing my fucking beer and pay for your own, asshole.”
"or what? you'll cry?" heeseung grins, unbothered by the harsh words. they've been friends since before you met either of them, and you know this routine by heart. the fake hostility, the insults they throw like affection.
"come on," jay says, jerking his head toward the back. "let's see what we're doing."
you'd told heeseung weeks ago that you wanted this. something small, something to mark you as his. he'd gone quiet when you asked, his eyes darkening slight as he studied your face with an intensity that made you squirm, then nodded once. "jay only," he'd said. "no one else touches you."
now, sitting in the chair with your wrist extended, you understand why. jay is meticulous, gentle in a way that surprises you given his sharp tongue and the rings on every finger. heeseung stands behind you, close enough that his thigh brushes your shoulder, and you can feel the heat of him, the protective energy radiating off him in waves.
"just the letter?" jay asks, wiping down your skin with antiseptic. you had asked for a small letter H, and the knowing look jay gave you made you want to curl up in embarrassment.
"yeah," you say, voice steadier than you feel.
"small. classy. i like it." jay glances up at heeseung. "though, not sure how i feel about it being this idiot’s initial."
"fuck off," heeseung says mildly, taking a swig of his beer, but his hand comes to rest on your shoulder, thumb stroking your collarbone.
the needle buzzes to life and you tense, but heeseung's fingers tighten, grounding you. it hurts, but it's a good hurt, a burning that feels like claiming. you watch the black ink bloom under your skin, the simple letter taking shape, and something settles in your chest.
it doesn’t take long at all. “all done," jay says, wiping away the excess ink. "want to see?"
you're about to nod when heeseung speaks up.
“fuck it," he says suddenly. "i'm getting one too."
heeseung is already rolling up his sleeve, exposing the canvas of his forearm. he's covered in ink, has been since before you met him, dragons and roses and script in languages you don't recognize weaving up his arms and disappearing under his shirt.
jay pauses, turning towards him. "seriously? you were just bitchin’ last week about runnin’ out of space."
"just do it," heeseung rolls his eyes, and there's something in his voice that makes you go still. "same spot. crown on the wrist."
jay looks between the two of you, understanding dawning slow and sly on his face. "oh, i get it. cute. fucking disgusting, but cute."
"shut the hell up and tattoo me," heeseung growls, but there's no real heat in it.
he wraps your tattoo up gently before cleaning his needle precisely. you watch heeseung take the chair, watch his jaw tighten as jay works the small crown into his skin, right on his wrist where his pulse beats. he doesn't flinch. he never flinches. but when jay finishes and heeseung looks up at you, his eyes are soft, vulnerable in a way that makes your chest ache.
"matching," he says, standing up. he holds out his wrist next to yours, the tiny crown sitting opposite to your little h. "so everyone knows."
"knows what?" you whisper.
"that you're mine, princess," he says, and he says it like a fact, like gravity, like something undeniable. "that i'm yours." jay makes a gagging noise in the background, but heeseung ignores him.
jay gives you instructions; keep it clean, don't pick at it, come back in a few weeks for a touch-up if needed. heeseung pays, waving off your attempt to offer your own money. "my treat," he says simply. he takes your hand, gently pulling you towards the door.
"see you, jay," you manage to call out. heeseung grunts noncommittedly. “see you later, asshole.”
"yeah, yeah. try not to die on that death trap,” jay says, already moving to clean the needle again.
heeseung flips him off without looking back, and he opens the door for you, letting you out first, then closing it behind him, the little bell ringing in the background.
outside, the night has deepened, the street quieter now. heeseung leans against the bike, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, offering you one. you shake your head, and he lights his own, the flame illuminating his face for a moment before flickering out.
"where to now?" you ask.
he exhales smoke, pointedly keeping it out of your face, watching it rise into the night. "i know a place. quiet. you up for more riding?"
"always," you say, and you mean it. he takes a few more drags of the cigarette, before stubbing it out on the wall and tucking the butt into his pack. he climbs onto the bike, patting the seat behind him. “up you go, princess.”
this time, when you climb on behind him, you press closer than before. your arms wrap around his waist, your cheek against his back, and you feel the vibration of the engine as it roars to life. but he doesn't speed off immediately. his free hand comes down to cover both of yours, holding them against his stomach, and he stays like that for a long moment, just savouring the touch, the feel of your skin.
then he kicks off, the engine roaring in the night. the ride this time is slower, more meandering, like he's prolonging the night. it's a small place tucked between apartment buildings, barely more than a patch of grass and a few benches, but it's quiet and private. he kills the engine and helps you off, his hands lingering on your waist.
the grass is damp when you sit, but heeseung strips off his leather jacket without hesitation, spreading it on the ground for you. you settle onto it, the leather still warm from his body, smelling like him, and he sits beside you, pulling you into his side so your head rests on his shoulder.
"didn’t know you’d get another one, too," you say, tracing the fresh tattoo on his wrist with your fingertip. the skin is raised, slightly red, but he doesn't pull away.
"wanted to," he simply says, lighting another cigarette with a practiced flick of his lighter. the flame illuminates his face for a second, the sharp line of his jaw, the silver of his hair. he takes a drag and exhales away from you, smoke curling into the dark. "did jay hurt you at all?"
"no. he was good,” you reply, leaning further into him.
"he better have been." heeseung's arm tightens around you. "i don't trust anyone else with you. you know that, right?"
you nod, your cheek rubbing against the fabric of his shirt. "i know."
they sit in silence for a while, watching the clouds drift over the moon. heeseung smokes his cigarette down to the filter, then stubs it out on the sole of his boot, tucking the butt into his pocket. when he speaks again, his voice is quieter, stripped of the bravado.
"you ever think about leaving?" he asks. "jumping the train and just.. getting out of here? somewhere you can find someone.. better?"
you lift your head to look at him. his eyes are fixed on the horizon, his profile sharp in the dim light. his adams apple bobs as he swallows, avoiding your eyes.
"no," you say honestly. "never." and you’re telling the truth. heeseung may look like the type of guy your parents told you to steer clear of when you were a kid, but he’s much more than that.
he turns then, finally, his gaze dropping to your mouth. he’s silent for a few moments, before clearing his throat. “good," he says, rough and soft all at once. "because i'm not letting you go."
he tilts your chin up with two fingers, his touch gentle despite the calluses, the roughness of him. he leans in slowly, giving you the chance to pull back if you wanted to. you don’t.
the first kiss is chaste, almost tentative, just a brush of lips that makes your breath catch. he pulls back, just enough to look at you, to make sure you're still okay with this.
then he leans in again, and this time it's different.
his mouth opens against yours, hot and demanding, his tongue sliding past your lips with a confidence that makes you whimper. he groans, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours, and his hands are moving, one tangling in your hair, the other sliding down your back to grip your hip.
"come here," he growls against your mouth, and then he's pulling you, effortless, into his lap.
you straddle him, your knees digging into the grass on either side of his hips, and he tilts his head back to look up at you. his eyes are dark, blown wide, his hair falling into his face.
"princess," he breathes, and then his mouth is on your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point, sucking marks into your skin that you'll wear for days. you arch into him, your fingers gripping his shoulders, feeling the muscle shift under your hands.
"heeseung," you gasp, and he hums against your throat, the vibration making you squirm.
he pulls back, his lips swollen and slick, his pupils blown wide and black. his chest heaves beneath you, and you can feel him hard against your thigh, can feel the restraint in every line of his body. his hands grip your waist tighter, thumbs pressing into the hollows of your hips, and he grinds up against you, a slow, deliberate roll that makes your head fall back.
"feel what you do to me?" he rasps, his voice wrecked. he trails his mouth along your jaw, nipping at your earlobe, his breath hot and ragged. "fuck, i want you. want you in my bed. want you under me. want-"
he cuts himself off with another kiss, deeper this time, filthy and desperate, his tongue mapping your mouth like he's trying to memorise the shape of you. his hands slide down to cup your ass, pulling you flush against him, and you feel dizzy, drunk on him, on the smell of smoke and leather and the permanent smell of fuel from his bike clinging to his clothes.
"your place," you manage, your voice barely a whisper against his lips. "take me to your place.”
he goes still, searching your face, and whatever he finds there makes his expression crack open, something hungry and tender warring in his gaze. he groans again, low and guttural, and buries his face in your neck, breathing you in.
"yeah," he says, his voice rough as gravel. "yeah, okay. let me-" he kisses you again, deep and filthy, like he physically can’t bear to not be kissing you. his tongue sweeps through your mouth, his hands roaming over your body like he can't get enough. "fuck, i want you. want you so bad."
he stands up with you still in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist automatically, and he doesn't stumble, doesn't waver. he carries you to the bike like you weigh nothing, sets you down only long enough to swing his leg over and pull you on behind him. his hand finds yours, brings your wrist to his mouth, and he presses a kiss to your fresh tattoo, to the h marking your skin.
"hold on," he says, and there's a promise in those two words, a threat and a vow. "and don't let go."
you press your face against his back, your arms tight around his middle, and you feel him rev the engine, feel the bike roar to life beneath you.
the streetlights blur again as he speeds through the empty streets, faster than before, reckless and wild and free. but you're not scared. you're never scared with him.
warning: none! fluff, like one singular use of the nickname “angel” & one mention of jay! reader is described as shorter than sunoo.
love notes: im off hiatus 🩵 i probably won’t write as often but this is my return :] i watched sunoo’s most recent vlog and that, paired with my own burning need to visit an aquarium, birthed this. enjoy!! <33
word count: 2.9k 🐠
the air is crisp and clean as you walk down the street toward the aquarium, your hand tucked perfectly into sunoo's, fingers interlaced and swinging back and forth between you. his hand is warm, larger than yours, and every time your arms swing forward, his thumb brushes against your knuckles in a rhythm that matches your steps.
"you excited?" he asks, turning his head to look at you with gentle eyes that curve into crescents when he smiles. his hair is styled just the way you like it, soft and fluffy and framing his face in a way that makes your heart do a little flip.
"of course," you say, squeezing his hand. "i've been looking forward to this all week."
"me too," sunoo says, and he swings your hand a little higher, almost playful, making you giggle as you have to take a bigger step to keep up with the arc. "there's something about aquariums that's just... peaceful, you know? like entering another world."
you nod, watching the way the afternoon light catches in his eyes, turning them into warm honey. "plus," you add, bumping your shoulder against his arm, "i get to see you react to all the cute fish. you have the best expressions."
sunoo laughs, a soft sound that sounds like fairies could be born from it. "i'm not that expressive."
"you absolutely are," you insist, swinging his hand again. "remember when jay hid your mint choco ice cream? you practically had a permanent pout on your face."
"it was really nice ice cream," he defends, but he's smiling, his cheeks puffing out to look like mochi. "and you're one to talk. you squeal at every kitty we see in the streets, demanding we pet them."
"they’re just too cute!" you protest, but you're both laughing now, swinging your joined hands higher as you approach the large building that is the aquarium. the front is covered in cute drawings of fish, ranging from tiny seahorses to big sharks.
sunoo holds the door open for you, his hand moving to the small of your back as you step inside, and you flush a little at the gesture, looking up at him to find him already gazing down at you. he always does this; watches you like he's memorising every detail, like he wants to remember exactly how you look in every moment you share.
the entrance is cool and dim, lit with soft blue lights that mimic being underwater. the smell of salt and something clean fills your nose, and sunoo releases your hand only to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side.
"ready to explore?" he murmurs against your temple, and you nod, reaching up to take his hand again, threading your fingers through his as you walk toward the first exhibit.
the first tank is enormous, a floor-to-ceiling wall of water filled with multiple species of small fish that move in perfect synchronisation, a living cloud of shimmer and scale. you both stop, pressed against the glass, and sunoo makes a small sound in his throat, something between wonder and delight.
"look at them," he whispers, his breath fogging the glass slightly. "they're so pretty."
you tilt your head up to look at him, at the way the blue light from the tank reflects off of his face, making him look ethereal, otherworldly. his lips are parted slightly, his eyes tracking the movement of the fish with genuine fascination, and you feel a familiar rush of affection that happens every time you see him like this; unguarded, soft, and completely present with you. the fish are pretty, sure, but you find him even prettier.
"you want a picture?" you ask, already reaching for your phone.
sunoo blinks, then smiles, a sweet smile that makes your heart clench. "only if you take one with me.”
you see another visitor a few feet away from you so he walks up to ask them to take a photo of you both, standing in front of the swirling silver fish, sunoo's arm around your waist and your head resting against his shoulder. the visitor, an older woman, smiles at the two of you, muttering something about “young love” when you thank her and she leaves. when you look at the photo later, you'll notice how he's looking at you instead of the camera, his expression so full of love it almost hurts to see.
you move slowly through the exhibits, never rushing, taking time to appreciate every little creature you encounter. there's a tank of seahorses, tiny and delicate, clinging to strands of seaweed with their curly tails. sunoo presses his face close to the glass, his nose almost touching it, and points at a particularly small one.
"angel, look," he says, the nickname spilling out of him like he didn’t even think twice about it. he catches himself and laughs, his ears turning pink. "i mean, look, that's the tiniest thing i've ever seen."
you giggle, stepping closer to him, your hand finding his automatically. "it's adorable. just like you."
"i'm not tiny," he protests, but he's smiling, turning to press a quick kiss to your forehead. "you're the tiny one."
it's true. you have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes, and when you stand close like this, you fit perfectly under his chin. he seems to realise this at the same time you do, because he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on top of your head as you both watch the seahorses bob gently in their tank, tiny beings of multiple different colours.
the next room is darker, lit with bioluminescent blues and purples that cast everything in an aquatic glow. jellyfish drift past in cylindrical tanks, their tentacles trailing beneath them. sunoo is immediately mesmerised, his hands pressed against the cool glass, his face in a permanent expression of delight and awe.
"they float so gracefully," he breathes, and you take out your phone to capture this moment, sunoo bathed in blue light, his face illuminated with wonder, looking like a dream you once had and never wanted to forget.
"turn around," you say softly, and he does, leaning against the tank so the jellyfish float behind him like strange moons. "smile for me, sun."
he does, a soft smile that makes his cheeks puff out again, and you take the picture, then another, and another, because you can never ever have too many photos of him looking happy. he also poses for you, V signs, pretending to swim, pressing his hands against the glass like he's trying to touch the creatures on the other side.
"your turn," he says, taking the phone from you, his fingers brushing against yours. he steps back, finding the right angle, and you feel suddenly shy under his gaze, even after all this time. "look at me, beautiful."
you flush a bright pink at the nickname, but you look at him anyway, and he takes the photo, then beckons you closer. "come here, i want one with you actually looking at the jellyfish."
you stand in front of the tank, and sunoo positions himself behind you, his arms coming around your shoulders, his phone held high to capture you both with the ethereal creatures floating behind you with one hand and his other in a V sign. he’s so close you can feel his heartbeat pulse against your back, a steady thrum that makes you want to close your eyes and lean into him forever.
"perfect," he whispers, taking the shot, and then he doesn't move away, just holds you there in the blue light, swaying slightly as if you're underwater too, floating together in the dark.
the next section is your favorite, or at least it becomes your favorite when you see sunoo's reaction to it. it's a tunnel tank, a clear acrylic tube that curves through a massive aquarium filled with sharks, rays, and schools of larger fish. the light filters down from above in rays of blue-green, and the creatures swim all around you, above you, beside you, making you feel like you've been submerged in their world.
sunoo walks slowly, his head craned back, his mouth slightly open in awe. a large sea turtle passes beside you, its flippers moving in slow, ancient strokes, stopping for a split second in front of you before swimming off again. sunoo grabs your hand, squeezing tight.
"did you see that?" he whispers, like speaking too loud might disturb the magic. "it looked at me. it definitely looked at me."
"it was checking you out," you tease, and he laughs, the sound echoing softly in the tunnel. "you're very handsome, you know. even sea turtles notice.”
"shut up," he says, but he's beaming, his eyes sparkling in the filtered light. he spins you around suddenly, making you squeak in surprise, and then he's taking photos of you with the fish swimming behind you, telling you to pose, to smile, to look mysterious.
"like you're a mermaid," he instructs, and you try to give him your best ethereal look, which dissolves into giggles when a small fish darts past your face, making you jump.
sunoo lowers the phone, his shoulders shaking with laughter. "you looked so scared of that tiny fish."
"it was fast!" you defend, but you're laughing too, leaning against him in the middle of the tunnel while sharks glide overhead like silent shadows.
then you spot the perfect opportunity. there's a section of the tunnel where the glass curves outward, creating a dome, and beyond it is the largest shark tank, filled with grey reef sharks that circle with lazy, powerful grace. the lighting here is more dramatic, darker, with spotlights that make the water look deep and mysterious.
"sun," you say, grabbing his arm, an idea forming. "go stand there. i want to take a picture."
he looks at you, questioning, but obeys, walking to the spot you pointed him to. he stands there, looking uncertain but willing, his hands clasped in front of him.
"now," you say, trying to keep your voice steady through your growing smile, "pretend you're scared. like the sharks are terrifying you."
his eyebrows rise, and then understanding dawns on his face, followed by a playful smirk. "you want me to act scared?"
"yes! like a dramatic, horror-movie scared. hands on the glass, mouth open, eyes wide, the whole thing."
sunoo shakes his head, laughing, but he plays along. he presses his palms against the acrylic dome, his eyes going wide in an exaggerated expression of terror, his mouth opening in a silent scream. he looks back at you over his shoulder, making sure you're getting the shot, and you snap the photo, then another, your laughter making your hands shake.
"more dramatic!" you encourage, and he commits fully, pressing his face against the glass, his body language all fear and desperation while a massive shark swims past behind him, completely oblivious to the drama unfolding in front of its tank.
the contrast is perfect. sunoo looking comically terrified while the shark looks almost serene, and you're laughing so hard you have to lower the phone, leaning against the tunnel wall for support. sunoo drops the act, his face breaking into a grin, and he jogs over to you, taking the phone to see the photos for himself.
"i look ridiculous," he says, but he's grinning, scrolling through the shots. "this one is actually kind of good, though. look at my face, it looks so real."
"you're a natural actor," you say, wiping tears from the corners of your eyes. "we need to print that one. frame it."
"absolutely not," he says, but he's still smiling, sliding the phone into his pocket before taking your hand again. "i'll allow it only if we get one of you looking scared too."
"i'm not scared of anything," you boast, and he raises an eyebrow, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
"what about spiders?"
that shuts you up immediately. you pout and shove him gently, and he laughs, swinging your hand as you continue through the tunnel, the sharks still circling above you like silent guardians of this underwater world.
the rest of the aquarium passes in a blur of colour and light. you see clownfish nestled in anemones, their orange and white stripes bright against the neon tentacles. you watch a octopus change colors, shifting from brown to white to red as it moves across its tank, and sunoo is fascinated, asking questions to the nearby attendant, his curiosity endless and endearing.
there's a touch pool where you both roll up your sleeves and dip your hands into the cool water, feeling the rough texture of starfish and the slippery smoothness of small rays. sunoo yelps when a ray swims over his fingers, its skin like velvet and muscle, and you laugh at his expression, the way his eyes go wide and delighted.
"it tickled," he explains, his cheeks pink, and you lean over to kiss his cheek, right there in front of the families and children, because you love him and you don't care who sees.
by the time you reach the end of the exhibits, your feet are tired but your heart is full, overflowing with the memory of sunoo's expressions, his laughter echoing in the dark rooms, the way he held your hand so gently through every turn and never once let go.
"ready for the gift shop?" he asks, and you nod, letting him lead you toward the bright lights of the exit area, where shelves of plush sea creatures and postcards await.
the gift shop is overwhelming in the best way, filled with stuffed animals and keychains and books about marine life. sunoo immediately gravitates toward a display of plush sharks, picking one up and making it dance in front of your face.
he sings the theme tune of jaws, the shark bumping against your nose, and you laugh, taking the plush from him and hugging it to your chest.
"he's cute," you admit, and sunoo's eyes light up.
"should we get him?"
"we don't need more plushies," you say, even though you do really want the shark. your apartment is already filled with stuffed animals from various dates and trips, each one with a memory attached.
"but look at his face," sunoo says, taking the shark back and holding it up to his own, mimicking its expression. "he's begging to come home with us."
you laugh, but you shake your head, moving toward a display of keychains instead. there are tiny acrylic ones filled with glitter and shaped like different sea creatures, like seahorses and fish and tiny turtles. you pick up a pair that match, two small whale sharks in a fish tank shaped keychain, water and blue oil making it float.
"these are cute," you say, and sunoo appears beside you, the shark still in his hand. he looks at the keychains, then at you, and his expression softens into something so tender it makes your breath catch.
"matching ones?" he asks, his voice gentle.
"if you want," you say, suddenly shy, holding one of the keychains out to him. "unless you want the shark instead."
sunoo looks at the shark in his hand, then at the keychain you're offering, and sighs softly. "the shark is cute, but matching keychains..." he takes the one from your hand, his fingers brushing yours. "i like the idea of us having matching things. something you carry with you every day, you know?"
your heart squeezes, tight and warm. "yeah," you whisper. "i know."
he pays for them at the counter, insisting despite your protests, and the cashier smiles at you both, probably used to seeing couples buying matching souvenirs. outside, the afternoon has turned to evening, the sky painted in shades of pink and orange as the sun begins to set.
sunoo hands you your keychain, the liquid and charms inside catching the light and scattering it in tiny sparkles across your palm. he attaches his to his own keys, which he pulls from his pocket, and holds them up so the fish dangle together, spinning slowly.
"now we're connected," he says, his voice soft, looking down at you with an expression that, fittingly enough, holds the entire ocean in its depths. "even when we're apart, we'll have these."
you look at your matching keychains, at the man who bought them for you, at the way the sunset makes his eyes look like they’re glowing, and you feel so full of love you think you might burst with it.
"thank you, sun," you say, standing on your toes to kiss him, soft and sweet, right there in the parking lot of the aquarium. his arms come around you, pulling you close, and when you pull back, he's smiling so brightly it makes the whole world feel like it's been put back together.
"thank you for today," he says, pressing his forehead to yours. "for every day, actually. for being here with me."
"i wouldn't want to be anywhere else," you tell him, and you mean it with every fiber of your being.
he takes your hand again, your new keychains swinging together between you, and you walk toward the train station as the stars begin to appear above you, already planning which photo you'll print as a polaroid first, already memorising the way he laughed and smiled at everything you passed, already knowing that this day will live in your heart forever, preserved like the sharks in your keychains, bright and beautiful.
when you get home, you immediately flop down onto the couch like a starfish. you sigh in exhaustion, your eyes closing. because of this, you don’t even notice the shark plushie sunoo places onto the table quietly, a little gift for you for making his life so much better.
hiiii, is there any possibility that u can write for this idea..
So like food play..(?) Where sunoo is making a tanghulu but not using fruits, but using you...like sunoo putting sugar on your lips then sucking it right after it hardens...😮💨😮💨
𐔌 . 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐨 𝓍 f!reader ! ୧
───IN WHICH your lips become his favorite sweet treat.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut (MDNI)
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : food play, nipple play, dom!sunoo, he talks you through it
𝐰𝐜 : 0.6k
The crystallized sugar now pooling in messy clumps around the strawberry stems. You're both laughing, your cheeks flushed from the heat of the stove and the shared frustration of your culinary disaster.
"Maybe we should just order pizza," you tease, wiping a smudge of caramel from Sunoo's cheek with your thumb.
Sunoo catches your wrist, his eyes darkening as he brings your thumb to his lips. "Wait, let me try something." His voice drops to that low tone. Before you can respond, his mouth is on yours, soft at first, then deepening with a sheer intensity. One hand slides up your back to tangle in your hair while the other grips your waist, pulling you flush against him.
When he finally pulls back, you're both breathless. "Stay right here," he murmurs, turning to quickly reheat the sugar mixture. This time he succeeds, the liquid turning a perfect amber color.
"Open," he commands softly, and you comply without question. He dips his finger in the hot sugar, then carefully traces your lips with the sweet liquid. "Don't move," he whispers, his gaze locked on your mouth as the sugar begins to cool and harden.
The sensation is strange ; the slight stickiness, the sweet taste when you unconsciously lick your lips, finding them sealed by the hardened sugar shell. Sunoo watches with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling faster now.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, leaning in to press his lips against yours, not kissing but breathing against the sugar-coated skin. "I'm going to enjoy this."
His mouth opens against yours, his tongue tracing the hardened edges of the sugar coating your lips. The combination of pressure and wetness begins to dissolve the sugar slowly, sweet beads of liquid trickling into your mouth as Sunoo's tongue works to break down the barrier.
His hands aren't idle either. One slides under your shirt, fingers tracing patterns on your stomach before moving upward to cup your breast. His thumb circles your nipple through the fabric of your bra, causing it to pebble instantly. The dual sensations ; Sunoo's mouth working against your sugar-sealed lips, his fingers teasing your nipple ; send jolts of pleasure through your body.
"Feel that?" he murmurs against your mouth. "The sugar melting... just like you're melting for me." His other hand moves to your other breast, giving it the same attention as the first. "I love how sensitive you are. You look so cute like that."
He increases the pressure on your nipple, pinching gently through the fabric. You gasp against his mouth, the sound muffled by the remaining sugar barrier. Sunoo takes this as encouragement, his tongue becoming more insistent as he works to dissolve the last of the sugar.
"Almost there," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. As the last of the sugar melts away, his tongue slides fully into your mouth, claiming you in a deep, possessive kiss. His fingers continue their assault on your nipples, alternating between gentle circles and firm pinches that send waves of pleasure straight to your core.
"You like that, don't you?" he asks rhetorically, pulling back just enough to speak. "My hands on you, making you wet. I can feel how much you want me." He proves his point by sliding a hand down to press against the heat between your thighs, the fabric of your pants already damp with your arousal.
"Sunoo," you breathe, your hips bucking against his hand.
"Let me hear it again." he demands softly, his eyes locking with yours as his fingers continue to play with your nipples.
"Sunoo," you repeat, louder this time, your back arching as he pinches both nipples simultaneously.
"I’m right here, baby." he murmurs, his voice sending another rush of heat through you. "Now let's see how many times I can make you say it before you're completely spent."
synopsis : giving heeseung head but he has a jacob’s ladder and he loses his mind each time your tongue drags over those sensitive piercings and he’d cum so embarrassingly fast
ᰍ৩⠀⠀ֹ ⠀sub!heeseung x fem!reader ㅋᩚㅋᩚ
warnings : oral sex , deep throating, heeseung has a jacob’s ladder, sub heeseung who is very whiny and needy ( thanku ) multiple orgasms ( embarrassingly fast ones too ) , overstimulation, moaning, whimpering, dirty talking, begging, humiliation kink, cum swallowing, edging
word count : 2072 words
🗯️ JO’s NOTES < 🐻❄️ 3 ! : this is for my beloved bbg nia @vnllacnd ;) mwah mwah ilysmmm !
a jacob’s ladder piercing is a type of male genital piercing where multiple piercings are placed in a vertical line along the underside of the shaft. the “ladder” name comes from how the jewelry forms a row, kind of like ladder rungs
the dim glow of the desk lamp barely illuminated heeseung’s cramped university dorm room on the third floor of the engineering building
the space was typical for a third year computer science student — narrow single bed pushed against one wall, a cluttered desk buried under three monitors, scattered notebooks filled with algorithm pseudocode, and empty energy drink cans lined up like trophies from another all nighter
the faint scent of his woody cologne mixed with the smell of old ramen lingered in the air. outside the window, the university campus was quiet under the late night haze, most students already asleep or cramming elsewhere
heeseung sat on the edge of his bed wearing nothing but a loose black t-shirt, his long legs spread wide. his dark hair was messy from nervously running his fingers through it, and a deep flush already colored his sharp cheekbones
his cock stood hard and flushed against his stomach, the silver piercings catching the lamplight — six evenly spaced barbells running neatly along the sensitive underside from just below the head down toward the base. he looked equal parts nervous and eager, exactly the way you loved him in these moments
your arrangement hadn’t started out this intensely. you first met heeseung during freshman orientation week nearly two years ago. he was the quiet, tall guy in oversized hoodies who sat in the back row of the intro programming lab
when your code kept throwing errors on the simplest “Hello World” assignment, he leaned over without a word and fixed it in under thirty seconds with a few keystrokes and a shy smile. “It’s the semicolon,” he’d murmured
that small act of kindness turned into regular study sessions in the library, late night snack runs to the 24-hour convenience store, and long conversations about everything from anime to the absurdity of group projects
heeseung was sweet in that unassuming way —smart, a little socially awkward, always willing to help debug your code or explain complex concepts until they made sense. you became close friends fast
the tension built gradually lingering eye contact during movie nights in his dorm, his hand brushing yours a second too long when passing notes, the way he’d stare at your lips when you laughed. neither of you acknowledged it until last semester after brutal midterms
you’d both gotten drunk on cheap soju in this very room, celebrating the end of exams. one tipsy confession about feeling stressed and touch starved led to a heated kiss, then clumsy hands sliding under clothes
heeseung had been surprisingly vocal that night —whimpering, begging, letting you take complete control as you rode him. The sex was mind blowing, and something shifted
the next morning, awkward but honest, you suggested keeping it casual friends with benefits. stress relief with no strings, no jealousy, just two close friends helping each other feel good. he agreed immediately, cheeks pink, admitting he’d wanted you for months
what neither of you expected was how perfectly submissive he became with you. and then there were the piercings.
heeseung had gotten the jacob’s ladder on a stupid freshman dare after losing a bet during orientation games six silver barbells. they healed well, and though he never told anyone else, he quickly learned just how hypersensitive they made him.
the first time you discovered them, he came embarrassingly fast from just a few strokes of your tongue. ever since, these private sessions revolved heavily around them. he trusted you completely —enough to let go and become the whiny, needy version of himself that no one else ever saw.
tonight, after weeks of OS project stress, he needed this badly. “we’ve been doing this for months,” he murmured, voice already breathy, “and I still get so nervous it’s embarrassing how fast I lose it every time you use your mouth.”
you smiled, kneeling between his thighs and running your palms up the tense muscles. “you don’t have to hold back with me just let go hmm.”
you started slow, pressing open mouthed kisses along his inner thighs, sucking lightly until faint red marks appeared. heeseung shivered, soft gasps escaping him. when your breath finally ghosted over his cock, it twitched hard, a bead of precum sliding down toward the top piercing.
your tongue dragged flat and slow from the very base of his shaft upward.
the first piercing met your warm tongue. you pressed firmly against the smooth silver barbell, feeling it shift and roll against the thick vein underneath. heeseung jolted violently, hips bucking forward as a sharp whine tore from his throat.
“Ah—! fuck that lowest one always feels so deep,” he gasped. “the metal’s cooler than your tongue… the contrast—ahh—”
you hummed and licked it again, slower, dragging the flat of your tongue back and forth over the barbell multiple times. each pass made his thighs tremble.
you moved to the second piercing, flicking the little ball at the end with the tip of your tongue before pressing down hard, trapping the metal against sensitive skin.
heeseung’s hand flew to your hair, fingers threading in but not pulling. “oh god… please, more like that it sends these little shocks straight up my spine.”
by the third barbell, his breathing was ragged. you swirled your tongue around it in tight circles, then sucked gently on the skin beside it so the piercing pressed inward. his moans grew higher, whinier. “right there — your tongue is so wet and warm on them I can’t — I can’t stay still—”
you wrapped your fingers around the base, thumb gently rubbing the lowest piercing while your mouth focused higher. taking the flushed head between your lips, you immediately attacked the fourth barbell. you flicked it rapidly, then dragged your tongue heavily over it, feeling every ridge and bump of the metal.
heeseung’s head fell back, exposing his throat as a long, broken moan filled the room. “fuck— that one’s so sensitive you’re killing me please don’t stop I need it.”
his hips rolled involuntarily, pushing another inch into your mouth. you relaxed your throat and took him deeper, letting the fifth piercing slide across your tongue. you pressed the barbell firmly upward, rubbing it side to side while hollowing your cheeks.
a string of desperate whimpers spilled from him. “ah—ahh— i’m sorry, I keep thrusting— it just feels too good your mouth is so hot and wet around my piercings ”
you pulled back slightly, letting his cock rest on your tongue as you looked up at him. his eyes were glassy, cheeks burning red, lips parted. “be a good boy and let me enjoy every single one,” you whispered.he nodded frantically. “I’ll be good I promise I’m yours tonight just please keep playing with them.”
you sank down again, taking him deeper than before. this time you dragged your tongue in one long, luxurious, torturously slow stroke from the lowest barbell all the way to the top. each of the six silver barbells clicked and rolled against your tongue one by one. heeseung’s entire body shuddered hard, thighs clamping around your shoulders before he forced them wider again.
“oh my god— every single one i feel all of them it’s too much— too intense—” his voice cracked into a whine as you repeated the motion, faster this time, flicking each piercing on the way up and pressing on the way down.
you focused intensely on the uppermost barbell, the most sensitive one just under the head. you swirled your tongue around it relentlessly, flicking the silver ball, then sucking lightly so the bar pressed firmly into the bundle of nerves. heeseung’s hips jerked sharply, pushing his cock deeper into your throat as his control slipped completely.
“I’m— I’m already so close— fuck, I’m sorry— your tongue on that one destroys me every time—!”
you didn’t let up. you sucked harder, tongue working that top piercing in tight, fast circles while your hand stroked the base, thumb rubbing the lower bars. heeseung’s whines turned into desperate, broken sobs of pleasure. his fingers tightened in your hair, hips making small, helpless thrusts as he chased the sensation.
“I can’t hold it— I’m gonna cum— please— I’m so sorry it’s so fast—!”
his first orgasm hit him like a wave. he came with a loud, cracked moan, thick pulses flooding your throat as his whole body shook uncontrollably. you swallowed around him, still flicking your tongue gently over the piercings through every twitch and aftershock. even after he finished, his cock stayed rock hard, oversensitive and leaking.
heeseung panted heavily, looking down with teary eyes. “I did it again came so embarrassingly fast. we’ve been fuck buddies for so long and I still can’t last when you play with my ladder like that.”
you licked your lips and dragged your tongue slowly over the entire underside again, pressing every barbell. he yelped, oversensitive and squirming. “too much—ahh! it’s too sensitive right after— but fuck, don’t stop please keep going.”
you took him back into your mouth, gentler but no less thorough. this round you savored each piercing individually. you spent long moments licking and sucking on the third barbell, then the fourth, humming so the vibrations traveled through the metal straight into his nerves. heeseung was deep in subspace now— whiny, pliant, and vocal.
“your tongue feels so perfect on them every flick makes my brain melt i love being like this for you just your needy boy.”
you edged him for what felt like forever — bringing him close, then pulling back to kiss his thighs or lick slowly along the sides. every time you returned to the ladder, his reactions grew stronger.
when you finally took him all the way down again, nose pressed to his pelvis so every single piercing rested against your tongue at once, and swallowed repeatedly, massaging them all together, heeseung broke.
“fuck— yes— im close again— please let me cum in your mouth i’ll be so good—”
his second orgasm crashed through him even harder. he cried out your name, back arching off the bed, hips stuttering as he spilled down your throat once more. tears slipped down his temples from the intensity.
you kept him in your mouth through the aftershocks, licking softly until he was trembling and whimpering. then you climbed into his lap. heeseung immediately wrapped his arms around you, burying his flushed face in your neck, clinging tightly.
“im sorry I’m such a quick shot,” he mumbled shyly against your skin. “the piercings make everything feel ten times stronger but I love how you take care of me.”
you stroked his hair and kissed his temple. “you’re perfect like this so pretty and whiny when you fall apart.” after twenty minutes of soft cuddling, whispered talk about classes, and gentle touches, he grew hard again between your bodies. he peeked up at you, eyes needy and hopeful.
“can we do one more round?” he asked softly. “I want to feel your tongue on every barbell again please?”
you kissed him deeply and slid back down between his legs. this final round was the most intense and drawn out yet.
you worshipped his jacob’s ladder with absolute focus — long, wet licks up and down the entire row, sucking on each individual barbell until he was shaking, flicking them rapidly, then pressing them firmly with the flat of your tongue.
you deepthroated him repeatedly, letting the full length of the ladder slide over your tongue while you swallowed and hummed. heeseung was a complete mess — sweaty, voice hoarse from moaning, tears of pleasure streaming down his face as he begged incoherently.
“please— your tongue on the top one again— im so close— I need it— im yours, just yours—”
when you finally let him cum the third time, focusing hard on that uppermost piercing while stroking him firmly, heeseung came with a wrecked, sobbing moan. his body went limp, cock twitching weakly as the last pulses spilled over your tongue.
you cleaned him gently with soft licks, then climbed up to hold him. heeseung curled into you immediately, nuzzling against your chest, pressing lazy kisses wherever he could reach.
“thank you,” he whispered, voice completely raw. “for being my friend for this for knowing exactly how to make me lose my mind. I don’t know what I’d do without our nights like this.”
you stayed tangled together in his small bed, the scattered textbooks long forgotten on the floor. the campus outside remained peacefully unaware of how beautifully your favorite submissive friend fell apart — whiny, sensitive, and completely yours behind closed doors.
removing rikis makeup for him because he’s too tired to keep his eyes open — fluff
the dorm is quiet when riki finally gets home, the kind of late night quiet that settles after long schedules and bright stage lights. you can see the exhaustion on him immediately. his hoodie hangs off tired shoulders, eyeliner faintly smudged beneath sleepy eyes, glitter still catching softly on his skin. he looks so pretty, but so worn out underneath it. the second he sees you, his expression softens.
you open your arms and he comes over right away, melting into you the moment he reaches the couch. his head drops into your lap with a quiet sigh while your fingers slip into his hair automatically. “hi, baby,” you whisper. he hums softly, eyes already closing as he melts further beneath your touch. you can feel the tension leaving him little by little every time your fingers comb through his hair.
your thumb brushes beneath his eye, catching leftover shimmer. “you still have your makeup on.” you say. “too sleepy,” he murmurs. your heart softens instantly. “aw, my poor baby.” you press a soft kiss to his forehead, then another near his temple, and he exhales quietly at each one like he needs them more than air. “c’mon,” you whisper. “let me take care of you.” he follows you to the bathroom still holding your wrist, sleepy and clingy in the sweetest way.
halfway there, he leans against your shoulder for a second, warm and heavy. in the bathroom light, he looks even softer somehow. you sit him on the counter and step between his knees immediately. his hands settle around your waist while you gently wipe away his makeup, careful around his tired eyes. when his brows pinch slightly, your free hand cups his cheek at once. “i know, baby,” you soothe softly. “almost done.” he relaxes again the second he hears your voice.
you’re gentle with him the entire time. wiping away smudged eyeliner, brushing glitter from his cheeks, smoothing your thumb beneath his lashes because you know his skin gets sensitive after schedules like this. every so often, you pause just to kiss him. a kiss near his eye, another against his cheek, one pressed softly to his forehead while your fingers run through his hair. he takes every single one quietly, eyes heavy and affectionate. “you’re doing so good for me,” you whisper. his grip around your waist tightens slightly. “yeah?” you smile, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. “mhm, sweetest boy ever.”
by the time you finish, he looks impossibly soft sitting there with a bare face, sleepy eyes, hair messy from your hands constantly touching him. you smooth moisturizer onto his skin gently before whispering, “all done.” he just stares at you for a second before pulling you closer by the waist, forehead resting against your chest. then he tilts his head up slightly, waiting and you kiss him immediately. slow, warm, and lingering. he sighs softly into it, one hand sliding higher up your back while the other keeps you close like he finally gets to rest now. when you pull away, he follows with two more tiny sleepy kisses before settling back against you again. “stay with me,” he murmurs quietly. you kiss his forehead one last time, fingers slipping into his hair again. “always, baby.”
(성훈) your professor is everything you want in a man, not to mention an eater
smut mdni ♡⃘ 𝟣𝟥𝟥𝟪 prof!sunghoon x student!reader fem reader age gap dirty talk slight bondage soft dom!hoon sub!reader
Professor Park is attentive and careful, and god—attractive. When he teaches, it’s always slow because he has to be mindful of the few that aren’t quite grasping the topic. Like you, he’s especially slow with you and you relish in it.
He’s everything you could want in a boyfriend, and unfortunately everything that men of your age struggle to be. But, that’s okay! Professor Park is sure to make you forget about those inconsiderate little boys. Especially in moments like these after a lecture, where it’s just the two of you locked in the large room.
Professor Park—Sunghoon speaks so softly even if there’s nobody else in the room to hear besides the two of you. His low voice barely echoes off of the walls, each nasty word dipped in sweet honey.
“Been waiting all day for this, hm? For my fingers?” His breath is hot against your ear as his fingers run up and down your slick pussy.
It’s embarrassing how wet you are through the thin cotton of your panties—a whole hour and 25 minutes of his velvety voice making your thighs clench. Just watching his fingers flex around the piece of chalk they gripped made your stomach twist.
A concerningly high-pitched whine leaves your lips as you nod feverishly, and he cracks a toothy grin. “Of course you have. So messy.” He murmurs, fingers curling around the lace. He pulls the fabric back with his digits and lets it snap against your sensitive cunt, sending shocks throughout your body. Another whine, this time softer, escapes you—something incoherent that Sunghoon doesn’t pay much attention to. “Please, stop teasing,” you huff, lips forming a pout.
God, he wants to kiss that little pout away, but that would require extra time that the two of you don’t have. The things he would do if there was an extent on the 15 minute window between classes.
“I’m having so much fun, though. You wouldn’t want to ruin that, right?” He whispers, directing his gaze to your glassy eyes.
You shake your head hesitantly with a soft, “No, professor,” from your pouty lips.
“Sunghoon.” He corrects, pressing a soft, loving kiss to your lips.
Carefully, the professor descends to his knees, sitting so submissively right in between your spread legs. The edge of his wooden desk is uncomfortable and burns red marks into the plump of your asscheeks, but it’ll be worth it when he’s done.
Sunghoon’s fingers curl around your thighs firmly enough that warm red handprints form—and fade just as fast. He spreads your legs just a little bit more, and you take it upon yourself to swing a leg over his shoulder. Time after time he’s praised you for doing that, saying it gives him “easier access”.
“God, look at you. Ruined your pretty panties for me.” He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your clothed clit, making your legs instinctively draw closer together. From his position in between your legs, he looks so gorgeous. His hair is pushed out of his face and still a little damp from his morning shower—the birthmark on his nosebridge accentuates his features like always and those lips. So. Fucking. Perfect. Park Sunghoon is the literal embodiment of attractiveness, and you wouldn’t be surprised if at least one of the other thirty girls taking his course thought the same.
Sunghoon presses one more teasing kiss to your mount before hooking a finger underneath the waistband of your panties and dragging them down your legs. “We don’t have a lot of time, Prof—Sunghoon,” you whine, one leg slowly swinging. You dig the heel of your sneaker into his back to put more urgency into your words, but he isn’t having it. Sunghoon clicks his tongue and glances up with a stern look on his face. “Stop being a brat, or you can hurry on to your next lecture.” He reprimands.
You sigh, watching as he pockets your lacy pair and swings your other leg over his opposite shoulder.
Sunghoon’s breath is warm against your sensitive cunt—every slow breath makes your fingers twitch. “Pleaseeee—” You whine.
Your pleads are cut short with one languid stripe along your folds and a soft groan from his lips. The essence of your juices coat his tongue like candy. “Fuck, tastes so sweet,” he murmurs into your pussy, fingers tightening around your thighs. In a sense, he’s right. Your mounted thighs make it so much easier for his tongue to reach every part of you, the nerve plunging in and out of you with precision.
“So—mph—good, professor,” you moan, to which your voice echoes off of the walls.
“Shh, not so loud.” He grunts into your wet cunt, slurping up every ounce of slick you produce. Sunghoon is still careful despite how rapidly he’s moving, making sure to reach every part of you. Your pleasure is his biggest priority, even if it seems like he’s enjoying this more than you are.
“M’sorry, fuck, I can’t take it,”
Your whines are high pitched and unforgiving in correlation to the waves of pleasure moving through you, each slow lick a reminder of Sunghoon’s skill. By the time your climax is steadily approaching, the professor has shushed you around five times and as much as he loves hearing your pretty moans, Sunghoon can’t afford to get caught.
He pulls back from your cunt with a wet smack, the lower half of his face glistening with your juices. Sunghoon tugs on his striped tie with two fingers and loosens it, the fabric falling from his neck with one or two more pulls. In a complete daze, you can’t think of any reasons he would need his tie, but you don’t question him. Not until the piece of fabrics is being pushed past your lips and knotted securely around your head.
Soft muffled noises leave your lips fingers grasping his damp hair for an answer.
“Can’t have you getting too loud, now can we?” He murmurs softly, leaving back in and pressing a longer kiss to your slick folds. You nod slowly, the “yes” you respond with getting lost behind the fabric.
Sunghoon’s tongue is warm against you again and definitely welcome. Just like before he works you toward your climax with slow licks. Your muffled whines fall upon deaf ears, the man between your legs losing himself in pure ecstasy.
Your climax comes fast and unpredictably, a soft cry slipping past the makeshift gag in your mouth. Sunghoon licks up every last drop, making your overstimulated cunt twitch. Shaky hips and a series of high-pitched cries makes his draw back from between your legs. His eyes are glazed over with something unintelligible, and your legs kick as a signal to remove the gag. Sunghoon chuckles softly, tugging the tie down from your mouth.
A breathy gasp leaves your lips, and Sunghoon is quick to capture your lips in a firm kiss.
“I should gag you more often. Maybe then you’ll learn to control your volume.” He teases against your mouth, tongue tasting purely of you. It’s endearing how easily he can switch from concentrated to easygoing—perhaps your favorite part about being his favorite. This soft side of him is reserved for your eyes only. “It’s not fun when you’re on the receiving end.” You murmur, pressing another chaste kiss to his lips in return.
“Don’t you have a lecture to get to?” He murmurs, and in return you send him a glare. “Don’t you have a lecture to teach? And, you still have my panties.” You huff, untying the knot he made earlier and slinging his tie around his collar.
“You can go the rest of the day without them, yeah?” He retorts as you restore his once neatly done tie. Sunghoon’s lips curl up into a smirk at how easily your expression changes. “You’re a bad professor.” You huff and push yourself off his desk, red marks painting your skin. He tugs your skirt down and swats at your ass, a chuckle leaving his lips.
“You’re my favorite student.”
@jeongspetal 5.17.26
authors note: my last fanfic was on april 28. i am so sorry gng but i'm back ( and working on tugging on my strings >3< )
this is so disrespectful not only to heeseung but to enhypen as a whole. heeseung’s absence was absolutely felt. engenes felt it. enhypen felt it. he most likely felt it. “the number of members didn’t matter at all”? this is so incredibly disrespectful to all of them, it’s basically saying they can kick any member out and it won’t make a difference. each member (yes, including heeseung) has a vital role in the group’s identity, if you remove one of them it absolutely does matter and their absence will always be felt.
belift has always disrespected and disregarded enhypen and their wellbeing, but this is on a whole other level. this company really does not care about any of them, and i don’t know how much more obvious it can get before you find a problem with this.
this is a translation of one of jay’s comments on weverse.
this is honestly extremely clear to me, if you see this and still think heeseung chose to leave then you’re being purposefully ignorant.
it’s painfully obvious enhypen are being silenced. don’t let belift get away with this. keep boycotting, keep trending the tags on twitter. DO NOT give up
the fact that belift is announcing ticket sales for a leg of the tour that’s not until next year is extremely telling. we are making a dent. don’t give up just because they’re retaliating with stuff they KNOW will discourage us, like the weverse profiles changing or the lives with members telling us to come to tour.
these lives are scripted. we have seen proof of staff being present during lives before, both with enhypen and in the industry in general. other idols accidentally flipping the camera which shows staff, staff’s reflections seen in jay’s balloons during a birthday live (220420 live). it’s not wild to believe the staff are purposely making enhypen do these lives and say these things.
if belift really planned all of this out, enhypen’s weverse wouldn’t change a month later. that photo was allegedly taken on the 30th of march, despite the fact that their outfits & hairstyles are from the melbourne festival, which happened four days after heeseung’s removal. also, they never change the profiles unless it’s comeback season. it very clearly is not comeback season when their tour kicks off next month.
it’s suspicious that they’re announcing ticket sales for a concert in march of 2027, changing the weverse profiles & header image to have 6, enhypen world is getting updated tomorrow… isn’t it weird that all of this is happening just as engenes are getting loud again? i’ve noticed a pattern; when engenes get loud and trend tags, belift retaliates, whether it’s through articles (the kpop herald), removing heeseung’s weverse profile, updating the enhypen page on their website to remove heeseung, or stuff like this.
we can not get discouraged. that’s what belift is trying to achieve. keep boycotting, keep being loud on every social media platform, like instagram/tiktok/twitter, even here. please don’t give up!!
