🪵 ྀིྀི ── like i’m under a spell, you spin my head now. just promise me, my heart is only with you. even though, i know i’m not getting anywhere, keep going. i just keep stumbling around your side.
synopsis ✧˖° you’re in a happy relationship with one of his closest friends, sunghoon... but now heeseung is questioning why a pit of despair appears in his stomach every time he looks at you.
contents & warnings: mature language; written (wc: ~2500);
❁✿❀: this takes place before any of the events in librarian girl. i wanted to point that out !!! anyways bye. enjoyyy 🫶🏽😸 !!!
heeseung would never truly make his distress known in any circumstance. but if he wanted to tell someone… if he were desperate enough to get it off his chest, you would be the first person he ran to.
"do you really want me to tell you?" he mumbled.
you paused. your gaze faltering to his lips before you swallowed, looking away with a sharp exhale. it was brief, but he caught it and scoffed.
there was absolutely no way he could actually tell you, especially now—even if he would've liked to.
you two were similar in the fact that it was excruciatingly difficult to verbalize what you were feeling when the emotions got too serious. the both of you had this nonverbal mutual agreement to never pry if something felt off. though heeseung would break that rule quite frequently because he hated seeing you in a bad mood. but you… you stuck to it like an oath.
even now.
even with heeseung offering himself to you on a silver platter.
"heeseung…" you whispered, with no purpose apart from feeling the familiarity of the shape of his name against your lips as your shoulders drooped.
and then there was nothing.
you and heeseung sat in silence. the only sound that could be heard was the light patter of the rain against the canopy of the bench. glimpses of your younger selves running and jumping around the playground flashed through his mind. you two used to be such a mess. though now, the mess was no longer just soggy mud on brand new shoes.
you came home for spring break despite sunghoon's persistent attempts to keep you with him. and although you wished to spend every single second with him, you hadn't seen your family in a while.
"it's just a week." you said to sunghoon, who could barely rip himself away from your embrace.
you compromised by calling him every night before going to bed. and even when you did absolutely nothing, sunghoon still needed to hear your voice.
what you didn't know was that heeseung came home too. he came back for space. to clear his clouded mind. because that was nearly physically impossible for him to do with you constantly in his presence.
but here you were.
again.
"are you cold?" heeseung said, reaching for the sleeve of your sweatshirt soaked from the leaking canopy. "you're getting wet—"
a smile escaped you before you could stop it. and it was the first time he didn't avoid meeting your eyes in months.
"—don't… don't make it weird." he let out a soft laugh with a kind of sincerity you hadn't heard from him in a while.
he stretched your arm closer to him, pulling a small rag out of his coat to pat the spot dry.
"it's not gonna work," you taunted.
"it's literally working though."
"yeah, barely."
"just shut up," he scoffed.
"why do you even have that with you?"
"old habit," his grip on you slackened, "i guess."
when you were kids, he'd have bandages, a tube of healing ointment, a pack of wipes, and a rag stored somewhere on his person whenever you guys went to the playground. he had these cargo shorts he wore everywhere, with numerous pockets to hold all the necessities. because for some reason, you'd always end up falling in dirt, or bruising your knee. and he wanted to be the one to fix everything for you.
even as you grew older, heeseung continued to take care of you. even just a year ago, you and chaewon dragged him and anton to a night out in the city. you were adamant about walking for miles in these heels that literally bore into your flesh.
chaewon tried to convince you to wear flats but you didn't listen. and then after two hours of walking, you finally caved and told them your feet rubbed raw frim the straps. anton offered to carry you on his back as you sat down, groaning in agony. you refused, knowing that would just end up with you both on the ground because the only workout anton ever did was typing.
and instead of adding on to chaewon's 'i told you so's, heeseung pulled the very flats she told you to wear out of the sides of his socks, under the legs of his pants.
"bro, you've had these the entire time?" you yelled at him, causing side glances and murmurs from people passing by. "and didn't fucking tell me!"
"shut up," he grumbled, ignoring the small gasps from chaewon and anton as he knelt in front of you. he slipped off your heels, bandaged the bruises on your feet, and put the flats on for you. "there. now stop complaining."
heeseung, your personal brooding knight in shining armor.
you nudged him out of his thoughts, pointing to the kids playing in the rain. "where are their parents?" their giggles sent an uneasiness down heeseung’s spine. "it's literally raining."
they reminded him of you. everything reminded him of you.
"like that wasn't you a few years ago," heeseung joked, sliding his coat off and putting it over your shoulders.
"a few years? bro, that was like, way over a decade ago," and you pulled his coat tighter around your body.
over a decade and it was still consistently plaguing heeseung's mind. over a decade and he still couldn't get over it.
maybe it was jealousy?
well no, not maybe. it was most definetly jealousy. that he could admit to himself at least. and maybe that jealousy was also mixed with the fear of being replaced because you didn't seem to need him anymore.
"you know, my mom still calls you my protector, heeseung," you said so softly that if he wasn't already tuned into you he wouldn't have heard you over the rain.
the quiet between sentences didn't feel awkward, just heavy and stifled.
"really?" heeseung softly smiled to himself. at least someone in the world believed you still needed him despite the outgrown fantasy.
"yeah, she's ridiculous," you laughed, turning your body so you two were face to face. "she wants to see you actually."
heeseung swallowed, heart beating a bit faster. his eyes followed your hands as you reached for his.
it's an old habit. he told himself, as if he didn't physically feel each goosebump on his body raise at under your contact. a strand of your hair fell in front of your face. and he should've held himself back but he didn't, carefully using the hand you weren't holding to tuck the strand behind your ear. it was muscle memory.
"she wanted to ask if you approved…" you gently traced the outlines of his fingers and he blinked rapidly, feeling your lingering touch in every nerve of his body. "…of sunghoon."
right.
sunghoon.
how could he have forgotten.
"why does it matter what i think of him?"
but it meant everything to you though. and to your mom, apparently.
"um… i kinda told her i broke up with all the other boyfriends 'cause you didn't like them," you winced, peeking at him through one eye. "please don't hate me."
what the fuck?
"me?" disbelief was heavily laced in his tone. "i didn't approve? dude… when did i ever say anything about any of them? now your mom probably thinks i'm some insane guy controlling her daughter. she probably hates— holy shit— why would you say that to her?"
"no, hee, she loves you. probably loves you more than me actually," you giggled, "you're a good judge of character… and she likes that you're picky about people."
i'm not picky, i just don't want anyone to be with you.
oh.
okay…
there it was. again. and that was definitely something he shouldn't say out loud.
what did heeseung think of sunghoon?
well, there was a brief moment where he thought maybe time would be an advantage. heeseung had known you for years while sunghoon only had a few months to compete with. but if time was really the advantage that would mean heeseung would've already had the upper hand.
and he didn't. he never did. because he never said anything.
sunghoon was everything heeseung wasn't.
sunghoon would've told you the very second he started to feel things, even if he didn't understand what exactly he was feeling. sunghoon wouldn't have believed space from you would magically fix his state of mind. sunghoon would’ve never shut down, much less shut you out. and sunghoon would've never left anything unsaid.
"did you really break up with them because of me?"
the back of your throat stung, and you blinked hard before answering him, “i did. yes."
heeseung's breathing staggered. he squeezed his eyes tightly before looking up to meet your gaze. and although he seemed to have gained some composure, the second he saw your face, he grimaced at the tear running down your cheek. you heard him draw in a breath while his eyes examined your expression for any telltale signs of discomfort. his eyebrows furrowed, fingers almost twitching towards you, but for the first time, he held himself back from reaching out to comfort you.
"why?"
you choked at his directness and your gaze quickly dropped to your distorted reflection held in the puddle, contemplating how honest he wanted you to be. “i mean…” you trailed off. and your face grew hot because you could almost physically feel his eyes boring into the side of your face. though you couldn’t bear to look at him in this moment. "i've never liked anyone," you sniffled, using the back of your sleeve to wipe your nose, "…more than i like you."
heeseung swallowed the forming lump in his throat and his entire body went limp. and you had almost forgotten you were clutching his fingers until your palms soon felt cold as his warmth slipped away from your grasp. still, you couldn’t find the strength to look at him even after the shaky breath he let out.
you were such a confusing person. an unsolvable puzzle. it was one of the things he used to hate about you. and he felt so stupid because for one brief moment, he was met with a flicker of hope before he pulled his hand away. but the thing was, heeseung now had you figured out. he knew you said things in ways that could come off meaning something much stronger than what you truly intended. you telling everyone you were in love with him a lifetime ago being the first.
i’ve never liked anyone more than i like you.
you had a weird way with words. a way that made it feel like heeseung’s heart had been swallowed, so that his stomach could be turned inside out to be put on display, solely for you. yet, even if he had gotten on his knees and held up his bleeding heart as a sacrifice for you… you would’ve looked away and would’ve never seen it. because you’ve never seen heeseung. not in the same way he sees you. he knew that now. he knew you almost too well despite sometimes wishing he didn’t know you at all.
heeseung sighed into the silence, shifting to a more comfortable postion.
"but sunghoon?"
"he's different," a smile grew on your face as you sniffed, "he's like… i find myself feeling things with him i've never felt before." you glanced at heeseung briefly and he nodded, urging you to continue. "he's the complete opposite of me in a way. i really like that. and he makes me feel good about myself. i kinda like that makes me feel nervous? i— is that weird?"
"no." heeseung let out a small chuckle. "i don't think so." it was like the light in your eyes was immediately switched on the moment you started talking about him. but the light didn’t break him this time.
"and it's like i finally understand why people don't dread being with their partner."
"you're telling me you dreaded the ones before?"
"i mean yeah, i didn't like them."
heeseung's face contorted in disbelief and you shoved his shoulder lightly, "don't even look at me like that. heeseung. bro, they were so fucking insufferable," you deadpanned.
"you're literally insane."
heeseung smiled to himself. your 'craziness' was one of the traits he loved most about you. and he could only dream of experiencing it in the way only sunghoon ever will.
it wouldn't be fair to make you choose between the two. it wasn't something heeseung would actually make you do but how could he not think about it? it was a selfish thought that was consistently pushed down but brought right back up again whenever heeseung saw how you looked at sunghoon as if he created earth just for you. or when he remembered the image of sunghoon's hands roaming all over your body—the thing that forced heeseung to face the reality of it all. it left a sour taste in his mouth. and more often than he'd like to admit, he wondered what would it feel like to take sunghoon’s place.
but heeseung wasn't yours. and you weren’t his.
deep down he knew sunghoon was the type of person you needed to be with. someone who was nothing like himself. and he was fully aware that even if he did give you an ultimatum, and even if you did choose him, that wouldn't necessarily mean that he would have you in the way sunghoon has you. that’s not to say it didn’t hurt to come to terms with. but he had to check something. for his own.
his head hung low. "if i asked you," he hesitated, chewing on the inside of his cheeks.
should he really even be saying this?
"to break up with him… would you do it?" heeseung's teeth were clenched and his body felt like he was dropped straight into a firepit. a stark contrast to the biting cold under the rain.
your eyebrows shot up immediately. "what… i don't—" you stammered, your fidgeting hands frozen and intertwined with his.
it was a valid question though. by heeseung's logic at least. because he needed to know if it was worth keeping to himself. if it was worth pushing down again.
"—no. i wouldn't."
and those were the exact words he needed to hear.
"good."
"i really do like sunghoon," you whispered, leaning your head against heeseung's shoulder.
"yeah?" his arm wrapped around your shoulder to shield you from the leak above.
"yeah, i do."
"well then, i'm happy for you." he meant it wholeheartedly.
“i love you, heeseung. always.”
he inhaled shrarply, pushing aside his last bit of pride. "i love you too."
if heeseung had told sunghoon he liked you, would that have changed the way things turned out?
maybe it would've changed a lot of things.
but it was too little, too late.
because sunghoon was perfect for you. and heeseung couldn’t fight perfect.
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notes; hello chat. hello people. i know i took ages to post this last chapter and i genuinely am really sorry for the wait. i cannot thank you guys enough for being so patient with me for don’t make it weird, especially those who have been with this from the very first chapter. i actually started writing this right before things went down in march… so initially it was hard for me to get back to this and fix it into something i saw worth putting out. i’m honestly still not even sure if i’m fully satisfied with this but… i’m think i’ve conveyed the exactly feeling i was trying to put into this chapter. i hate to subject JLBU heeseung to this… like he’s one of my favorite characters to write honestly. but things will get better for him in the future of this universe. #beliebedat !!! anyways… this is the final chapter of don’t make it weird. and i really really hope you guys enjoyed this (and i hope it was worth the wait😖). also, if you have any questions about anything relating to this story (or if you just want to share your thoughts lol), feel free send an ask or message and i’ll be more than happy to answer! this endnote was way longer than i expected… oops. but thank youuu again for reading and being soo patient. RAWRRR ILY SAUR MUCH 💗💗💗 !!!
bruh, my heart was about to burst out of my chest fr. i thought there’s going to be some plot twist…. i feel bad for heeseung because (1) he really is in love with her and seeing someone you love so dearly falling for his friend stings so bad. (2) “if i asked you to break up with him… would you do it?” i’m glad he didn’t hold her back and acted like he has the rights to have a say in her relationship. LIKE FAWWWK. he’s so cute ☹️.
i hope he’ll meet someone as good as him. he deserves to be loved and adored.
i’ve never thought i’ll be so invested in reading smaus like how i read yours. not just jlbu but every time you posts, i swear to you, i’ll fuck it up. anyway, this is so so good. user solonenova always delivers. i love their friendship so bad argh. 🤎
nowhere to run ⸻ wherein enhypen, heeseung and reader planned a staycation, nearby the meadow where no neighborhood is found. it’s eerie, the place is subdued from their liking. until one evening, a gruesome crime happened within the friend group—suspecting one another and the lack of evidence is driving them to frustration.
kim sunoo.
tuesday drunk ⸻ stranger sunoo who tried to cool off his mind by drinking at a bar with his friends and when he saw you throwing up at the side, he thinks you look adorable—he wondered if you’re taken.
park sunghoon.
heartbreaker ⸻ wherein sunghoon laid his eyes on you for the first time as his mom introduced you to everyone, (you are the daughter of his mom’s friend who’s well-off) he knows you’re not one to fool around and park sunghoon wanted to test your limits before you break character.
(18+) ! minors dni. dom!sunoo. sub!reader. fake relationship. kissing. confession during sex. oral (f!receiver). food play. mention of blindfold. dirty talking. sensory guessing game. unprotected sex. creampie. fingering. spanking. petnames (sweets / pretty). praise kink. ೃ𓈒𓏶ྀི 2070. | likes, reblog, and feedback are highly appreciated!
ಇ. yel : hello, fellas! hahaha, i missed writing him. that last ep on eat sleep en dive was hilarious lol poor sunoo 😿 and i was amaze from how good he plays pool, though. anyway, happy 23rd sunoo <3
“[name], so am i just a friend to you?” sunoo asked, still needs to hear it comes from your mouth. he doesn’t want to stay as a friend with you, he wants to be more than that. their relationship started off as friends until one night, you desperately begged him to pretend to be your boyfriend around your family, who insists you to find a life time partner, since they are getting old and want you to get married.
you quietly scoffed. “didn’t we talk about this already, sunoo?” you cross your arms over your chest, acting as if his words didn’t affect you a bit. “yeah… we did, but unfortunately, you didn’t ask me if i see you as a friend, though.” he uttered, quite bluntly. like, he wants to get off that feeling that’s been bothering him for months.
“what the fuck are you talking about…?” you deliberately turned your head to stare at him, confusion written all over your face. “isn’t it obvious that i like you, [name]? i can’t stop thinking about you, fuck. you’re always on my mind, it hurts—it hurts that you don’t feel the same way about me.” you can’t believe what you’re hearing right now. obviously, you know that he likes you, but, you acted dumb because once you assumed something that isn’t real, you’ll end up devastated.
you scoffed, mumbling under your breath. “i like you too, idiot.” sunoo thought he misheard what you said and came closer so he can hear you better. “what did you just say…? could you repeat that for me, please?” you sighed, defeatedly and embarrassed. “i said… i like you too, sun—“ he cutted you off by smashing his lips against yours, like he’s been starving. the way their mouth moved in sync, the wet and smacking sounds filled the living area.
the temperature is rising, hot and steamy. you tried to pull away from him but his grip on your waist got tighter. “where do you think you’re going, mhm? i’m not done with you yet…” he can’t get his hand off of your body, touching you in places where you’ve been craving to be touched by him. “there…fuck, don’t you fucking stop.” you demanded, meanwhile he tutted, disappointed from your bratty behavior. your friend slapped your bottom and you jolted out, startled. “behave, or i’ll leave you like this—whiny, soaked panties, because you’re so fucking demanding, hah…”
“sorry… i’m sorry, sunoo. i’ll be good.” you closed your eyes, tight and begging for forgiveness. you badly need to cum. “good girl, you really know how to listen.” he pry your legs open, wide and ready for him to devour you like you’re his prey. “you know… i’ve been holding myself back from claiming you in front of your parents and tell them that we’re faking every little stunt we did.” he confessed. “because i couldn’t keep pretending that i am not in love with you, [name]. so, let me make you feel good, yeah?”
he pulled the fabric to the side and saw how your pussy glistened from the slick. sunoo licked his lips as he leaned closer to your gushing cunt, giving it kitten licks before he bite the soft flesh not too harsh—and sucking it afterwards. he hummed in satisfaction, “fuck, you taste so good, sweets. i’ve been thinking about this, about you.” you tried to process what he just blurted out, but the feeling of his tongue and mouth doing wonders on your pussy isn’t helping… at all.
you feel like you’re floating, surrounded by the clouds and all shit like that. sunoo didn’t stop lapping at your cunt, he even slid his tongue inside you to feel how soft you are and slurp all the juices leaking over your hole. “hng—shit—you’re so good, sun. so fucking good. i’m going to cum….” the guy below you is flustered, cheeks morphed into crimson from the praise that slipped out of your mouth, his cock kept twitching in his pants, like it wants to be freed.
“cum on my mouth, [name]. wanna taste you.” sunoo thrust his tongue inside you with a finger, sliding in and out of you to help you from your climax. as you came on his mouth, like what he’s been babbling about. you heaved a breath, tired and legs numb. he suddenly got up without letting you call out for his name. you thought that he might leave but then, he came back holding a black blindfold and you noticed that sunoo is hiding something behind his back. “why are you frowning, pretty? we’re going to play a game and you have to guess what object is it, hm? come closer, let me put this blindfold on you.”
you blinked, flabbergasted. it’s not because you feel uneasy, but, you did not expect sunoo to be this freaky. “wait… shit, i should have told you first. tell me, are you uncomfortable? i’ll put it back and we’ll stop.” he was staring at you, feeling guilty from disregarding your permission. and yet, you only sit up straight, “i’m not that boring, sunoo. it’s just—surprising that you’re into this. you know… it’s hot.” you admitted without feeling ashamed, because it’s a fact. kim sunoo is hot.
he merely raised his eyebrow. after that revelation, you were now blindfolded and sitting on the edge of the bed—awaiting what’s coming. you almost missed the grunt sunoo let out just by watching you, clueless and hair a mess. “open your legs, sweets. first, i’ll smear something on your pretty cunt—then, eat it and you’ll have to guess as i put my mouth on you, get it?” you unknowingly gulped, nervous, because you don’t know what will happen if you guess it wrong. as you spread your legs in front of him, he knelt down and applied a cold object on your pussy folds.
“mhm… this is better than eating it in a normal and boring way. love your pussy, pretty. so bad.” he mumbled while licking and sucking the mysterious cold stuff between your thighs. you instinctively raised your hips, gesturing him to keep eating you out. abruptly, sunoo pulled away. your cunt is a mess—sticky with his saliva and the food he just finished gobbling down.
he stood up and gently grabbing your cheeks to kiss you. you practically forgot that this is a game, your thoughts are filled with sunoo and not even trying your best to guess what he just ate in your sopping core. “you have to guess it or no cumming? choose.” you whined because you couldn’t think properly and perhaps, he’s playing with you—a revenge, where it took you long enough to let him touch you and make you feel good. “mint cho… mint choco ice cream.”
you’re already celebrating in your head, not knowing that sunoo, your friend is smirking as if you said something funny. “wrong,” that made you freeze on your seat and you feel agitated because he is making fun of you for getting it wrong. “what the fuck do you mean i got it wrong? that’s mint choco, your favorite.” you can’t see him but his smirk is replaced with a grin, meaning you cannot cum today. “it is mint choco, pretty. did you seriously think i’d only put an ice cream in your needy little cunt?”
you mindlessly pressed your thighs together, apprehensive, due to the fact that he mixed something with the ice cream and so turned on by the way his voice shifted to deep and raspy tone. “w—what did you put in there?” he playfully tapped his cheeks, acting like he’s thinking deeply about it. “can’t tell you, sweets. not yet. you just have to relax and let me take care of you, hm?”
kim sunoo laid you down on the soft mattress, delicately. you are laying down, flat on your back. a pillow sitting under your lower back, so your body won’t be in pain after and it will be easy for him to fold your body in half. “put it in already… please? wanna feel you, sun.” you sobbed, as you felt the dampness between your thighs, flooding, over and over. the guy hovering above you scrunched his nose in annoyance, “you’re so insufferable, makes me want to leave you here.” he huffed, before adding. “i’ll jerk off with the thoughts of your pussy wraps around my cock, so perfectly. do you want that, huh? you keep testing my patience today, [name].”
you shake your head, gripping the duvet cover on either side and biting your lower lip to contain yourself from making noise that might anger him more. “i—i’ll be good, ngh.” thereafter, sunoo stripped off his clothes and leaving you only with your lace panty. you can hear him spitting, and imagining how his spit coated his length. your friend noticed the way you tried to close your legs. “uh-uh. keep them open for me, sweets. i love seeing your pretty cunt react for me.” when he said that, you could feel yourself leaking and making a mess on the bed.
“i hate waiting, you know?” he uttered, as he glides his cock on your clit down to your leaking hole. “mhm, look at you. you’re dripping. you want this so bad, don’t you?” he took a glance at you. “not as much as i do.” he whispered while you yelp, a loud-piercing sound bounces off the room as sunoo entered you abruptly. “so big.” your breath hitched from how his shaft stretches you open. he badly wants to slam his cock in you, yet he restrained himself since he will feel bad if you get hurt because of his impulsive act.
you told him that he can move and he did it with a slow-agonizing pace. sunoo quietly whimpers as he felt your gummy walls squeezing him like a vice. it feels good how each stroke is making you dizzy. meanwhile, sunoo is hissing and cursing under his breath above you. “god, your cunt fits so well around my cock. hah. you’re so perfect, my pretty.” his pace switched to brutal with need in them, secretly saying he loves you to the point that he can’t bear to lose you. sunoo pressed your other leg against your chest. the mushroom tip hitting and kissing the cervix which made it more pleasurable.
soon after, he is laying down beside you with his cock, still buried himself to the hilt, along with a force drive of his length thrusting in-and-out of you. “i’m coming… ngh, sunoo!” you screamed his name, and the guy holding your thigh, grinned from satisfaction. thank god, the room is soundproof or else there will be noise complaints. “that’s right, come for me, sweets. come all over this cock.” his heavy breathing and your cries mixed together with the intense pleasure building up from the two of you.
“mhm… i’m close too, pretty. shit.” sunoo rasps out as he snapped his hips for the last time, before liquids spurting out of the head. it was never ending, like he saved all of it just to fill you with his cum. your friend finally pulled out of you, followed by the mixed juices leaking out of your abused hole. their chest rising with heavy breaths slipping out of their mouth, exhausted. “sleepy—so sleepy.” you mumbled, still out of breath. sunoo only kissed your forehead, “sleep, i’ll clean you up later, hm? good night, pretty. i love you.” and then, you nestled yourself against his barrel chest, mumbling. “love you too, sunnie…”
it’s aphrodisiac chocolate. the stuff he mixed in on his mint chocolate ice cream, a moment ago, that he smeared in your fat and swollen cunt. the reason you were out of it—cock drunk, begging him to use you and make you as his personal cum dump. something that he can secretly use when he needs to satisfy himself.
(18+) ! minors dni. dom!sunoo. sub!reader. fake relationship. kissing. confession during sex. oral (f!receiver). food play. mention of blindfold. dirty talking. sensory guessing game. unprotected sex. creampie. fingering. spanking. petnames (sweets / pretty). praise kink. ೃ𓈒𓏶ྀི 2070. | likes, reblog, and feedback are highly appreciated!
ಇ. yel : hello, fellas! hahaha, i missed writing him. that last ep on eat sleep en dive was hilarious lol poor sunoo 😿 and i was amaze from how good he plays pool, though. anyway, happy 23rd sunoo <3
“[name], so am i just a friend to you?” sunoo asked, still needs to hear it comes from your mouth. he doesn’t want to stay as a friend with you, he wants to be more than that. their relationship started off as friends until one night, you desperately begged him to pretend to be your boyfriend around your family, who insists you to find a life time partner, since they are getting old and want you to get married.
you quietly scoffed. “didn’t we talk about this already, sunoo?” you cross your arms over your chest, acting as if his words didn’t affect you a bit. “yeah… we did, but unfortunately, you didn’t ask me if i see you as a friend, though.” he uttered, quite bluntly. like, he wants to get off that feeling that’s been bothering him for months.
“what the fuck are you talking about…?” you deliberately turned your head to stare at him, confusion written all over your face. “isn’t it obvious that i like you, [name]? i can’t stop thinking about you, fuck. you’re always on my mind, it hurts—it hurts that you don’t feel the same way about me.” you can’t believe what you’re hearing right now. obviously, you know that he likes you, but, you acted dumb because once you assumed something that isn’t real, you’ll end up devastated.
you scoffed, mumbling under your breath. “i like you too, idiot.” sunoo thought he misheard what you said and came closer so he can hear you better. “what did you just say…? could you repeat that for me, please?” you sighed, defeatedly and embarrassed. “i said… i like you too, sun—“ he cutted you off by smashing his lips against yours, like he’s been starving. the way their mouth moved in sync, the wet and smacking sounds filled the living area.
the temperature is rising, hot and steamy. you tried to pull away from him but his grip on your waist got tighter. “where do you think you’re going, mhm? i’m not done with you yet…” he can’t get his hand off of your body, touching you in places where you’ve been craving to be touched by him. “there…fuck, don’t you fucking stop.” you demanded, meanwhile he tutted, disappointed from your bratty behavior. your friend slapped your bottom and you jolted out, startled. “behave, or i’ll leave you like this—whiny, soaked panties, because you’re so fucking demanding, hah…”
“sorry… i’m sorry, sunoo. i’ll be good.” you closed your eyes, tight and begging for forgiveness. you badly need to cum. “good girl, you really know how to listen.” he pry your legs open, wide and ready for him to devour you like you’re his prey. “you know… i’ve been holding myself back from claiming you in front of your parents and tell them that we’re faking every little stunt we did.” he confessed. “because i couldn’t keep pretending that i am not in love with you, [name]. so, let me make you feel good, yeah?”
he pulled the fabric to the side and saw how your pussy glistened from the slick. sunoo licked his lips as he leaned closer to your gushing cunt, giving it kitten licks before he bite the soft flesh not too harsh—and sucking it afterwards. he hummed in satisfaction, “fuck, you taste so good, sweets. i’ve been thinking about this, about you.” you tried to process what he just blurted out, but the feeling of his tongue and mouth doing wonders on your pussy isn’t helping… at all.
you feel like you’re floating, surrounded by the clouds and all shit like that. sunoo didn’t stop lapping at your cunt, he even slid his tongue inside you to feel how soft you are and slurp all the juices leaking over your hole. “hng—shit—you’re so good, sun. so fucking good. i’m going to cum….” the guy below you is flustered, cheeks morphed into crimson from the praise that slipped out of your mouth, his cock kept twitching in his pants, like it wants to be freed.
“cum on my mouth, [name]. wanna taste you.” sunoo thrust his tongue inside you with a finger, sliding in and out of you to help you from your climax. as you came on his mouth, like what he’s been babbling about. you heaved a breath, tired and legs numb. he suddenly got up without letting you call out for his name. you thought that he might leave but then, he came back holding a black blindfold and you noticed that sunoo is hiding something behind his back. “why are you frowning, pretty? we’re going to play a game and you have to guess what object is it, hm? come closer, let me put this blindfold on you.”
you blinked, flabbergasted. it’s not because you feel uneasy, but, you did not expect sunoo to be this freaky. “wait… shit, i should have told you first. tell me, are you uncomfortable? i’ll put it back and we’ll stop.” he was staring at you, feeling guilty from disregarding your permission. and yet, you only sit up straight, “i’m not that boring, sunoo. it’s just—surprising that you’re into this. you know… it’s hot.” you admitted without feeling ashamed, because it’s a fact. kim sunoo is hot.
he merely raised his eyebrow. after that revelation, you were now blindfolded and sitting on the edge of the bed—awaiting what’s coming. you almost missed the grunt sunoo let out just by watching you, clueless and hair a mess. “open your legs, sweets. first, i’ll smear something on your pretty cunt—then, eat it and you’ll have to guess as i put my mouth on you, get it?” you unknowingly gulped, nervous, because you don’t know what will happen if you guess it wrong. as you spread your legs in front of him, he knelt down and applied a cold object on your pussy folds.
“mhm… this is better than eating it in a normal and boring way. love your pussy, pretty. so bad.” he mumbled while licking and sucking the mysterious cold stuff between your thighs. you instinctively raised your hips, gesturing him to keep eating you out. abruptly, sunoo pulled away. your cunt is a mess—sticky with his saliva and the food he just finished gobbling down.
he stood up and gently grabbing your cheeks to kiss you. you practically forgot that this is a game, your thoughts are filled with sunoo and not even trying your best to guess what he just ate in your sopping core. “you have to guess it or no cumming? choose.” you whined because you couldn’t think properly and perhaps, he’s playing with you—a revenge, where it took you long enough to let him touch you and make you feel good. “mint cho… mint choco ice cream.”
you’re already celebrating in your head, not knowing that sunoo, your friend is smirking as if you said something funny. “wrong,” that made you freeze on your seat and you feel agitated because he is making fun of you for getting it wrong. “what the fuck do you mean i got it wrong? that’s mint choco, your favorite.” you can’t see him but his smirk is replaced with a grin, meaning you cannot cum today. “it is mint choco, pretty. did you seriously think i’d only put an ice cream in your needy little cunt?”
you mindlessly pressed your thighs together, apprehensive, due to the fact that he mixed something with the ice cream and so turned on by the way his voice shifted to deep and raspy tone. “w—what did you put in there?” he playfully tapped his cheeks, acting like he’s thinking deeply about it. “can’t tell you, sweets. not yet. you just have to relax and let me take care of you, hm?”
kim sunoo laid you down on the soft mattress, delicately. you are laying down, flat on your back. a pillow sitting under your lower back, so your body won’t be in pain after and it will be easy for him to fold your body in half. “put it in already… please? wanna feel you, sun.” you sobbed, as you felt the dampness between your thighs, flooding, over and over. the guy hovering above you scrunched his nose in annoyance, “you’re so insufferable, makes me want to leave you here.” he huffed, before adding. “i’ll jerk off with the thoughts of your pussy wraps around my cock, so perfectly. do you want that, huh? you keep testing my patience today, [name].”
you shake your head, gripping the duvet cover on either side and biting your lower lip to contain yourself from making noise that might anger him more. “i—i’ll be good, ngh.” thereafter, sunoo stripped off his clothes and leaving you only with your lace panty. you can hear him spitting, and imagining how his spit coated his length. your friend noticed the way you tried to close your legs. “uh-uh. keep them open for me, sweets. i love seeing your pretty cunt react for me.” when he said that, you could feel yourself leaking and making a mess on the bed.
“i hate waiting, you know?” he uttered, as he glides his cock on your clit down to your leaking hole. “mhm, look at you. you’re dripping. you want this so bad, don’t you?” he took a glance at you. “not as much as i do.” he whispered while you yelp, a loud-piercing sound bounces off the room as sunoo entered you abruptly. “so big.” your breath hitched from how his shaft stretches you open. he badly wants to slam his cock in you, yet he restrained himself since he will feel bad if you get hurt because of his impulsive act.
you told him that he can move and he did it with a slow-agonizing pace. sunoo quietly whimpers as he felt your gummy walls squeezing him like a vice. it feels good how each stroke is making you dizzy. meanwhile, sunoo is hissing and cursing under his breath above you. “god, your cunt fits so well around my cock. hah. you’re so perfect, my pretty.” his pace switched to brutal with need in them, secretly saying he loves you to the point that he can’t bear to lose you. sunoo pressed your other leg against your chest. the mushroom tip hitting and kissing the cervix which made it more pleasurable.
soon after, he is laying down beside you with his cock, still buried himself to the hilt, along with a force drive of his length thrusting in-and-out of you. “i’m coming… ngh, sunoo!” you screamed his name, and the guy holding your thigh, grinned from satisfaction. thank god, the room is soundproof or else there will be noise complaints. “that’s right, come for me, sweets. come all over this cock.” his heavy breathing and your cries mixed together with the intense pleasure building up from the two of you.
“mhm… i’m close too, pretty. shit.” sunoo rasps out as he snapped his hips for the last time, before liquids spurting out of the head. it was never ending, like he saved all of it just to fill you with his cum. your friend finally pulled out of you, followed by the mixed juices leaking out of your abused hole. their chest rising with heavy breaths slipping out of their mouth, exhausted. “sleepy—so sleepy.” you mumbled, still out of breath. sunoo only kissed your forehead, “sleep, i’ll clean you up later, hm? good night, pretty. i love you.” and then, you nestled yourself against his barrel chest, mumbling. “love you too, sunnie…”
it’s aphrodisiac chocolate. the stuff he mixed in on his mint chocolate ice cream, a moment ago, that he smeared in your fat and swollen cunt. the reason you were out of it—cock drunk, begging him to use you and make you as his personal cum dump. something that he can secretly use when he needs to satisfy himself.
(18+) ! minors dni. dom!sunoo. sub!reader. fake relationship. kissing. confession during sex. oral (f!receiver). food play. mention of blindfold. dirty talking. sensory guessing game. unprotected sex. creampie. fingering. spanking. petnames (sweets / pretty). praise kink. ೃ𓈒𓏶ྀི 2070. | likes, reblog, and feedback are highly appreciated!
ಇ. yel : hello, fellas! hahaha, i missed writing him. that last ep on eat sleep en dive was hilarious lol poor sunoo 😿 and i was amaze from how good he plays pool, though. anyway, happy 23rd sunoo <3
“[name], so am i just a friend to you?” sunoo asked, still needs to hear it comes from your mouth. he doesn’t want to stay as a friend with you, he wants to be more than that. their relationship started off as friends until one night, you desperately begged him to pretend to be your boyfriend around your family, who insists you to find a life time partner, since they are getting old and want you to get married.
you quietly scoffed. “didn’t we talk about this already, sunoo?” you cross your arms over your chest, acting as if his words didn’t affect you a bit. “yeah… we did, but unfortunately, you didn’t ask me if i see you as a friend, though.” he uttered, quite bluntly. like, he wants to get off that feeling that’s been bothering him for months.
“what the fuck are you talking about…?” you deliberately turned your head to stare at him, confusion written all over your face. “isn’t it obvious that i like you, [name]? i can’t stop thinking about you, fuck. you’re always on my mind, it hurts—it hurts that you don’t feel the same way about me.” you can’t believe what you’re hearing right now. obviously, you know that he likes you, but, you acted dumb because once you assumed something that isn’t real, you’ll end up devastated.
you scoffed, mumbling under your breath. “i like you too, idiot.” sunoo thought he misheard what you said and came closer so he can hear you better. “what did you just say…? could you repeat that for me, please?” you sighed, defeatedly and embarrassed. “i said… i like you too, sun—“ he cutted you off by smashing his lips against yours, like he’s been starving. the way their mouth moved in sync, the wet and smacking sounds filled the living area.
the temperature is rising, hot and steamy. you tried to pull away from him but his grip on your waist got tighter. “where do you think you’re going, mhm? i’m not done with you yet…” he can’t get his hand off of your body, touching you in places where you’ve been craving to be touched by him. “there…fuck, don’t you fucking stop.” you demanded, meanwhile he tutted, disappointed from your bratty behavior. your friend slapped your bottom and you jolted out, startled. “behave, or i’ll leave you like this—whiny, soaked panties, because you’re so fucking demanding, hah…”
“sorry… i’m sorry, sunoo. i’ll be good.” you closed your eyes, tight and begging for forgiveness. you badly need to cum. “good girl, you really know how to listen.” he pry your legs open, wide and ready for him to devour you like you’re his prey. “you know… i’ve been holding myself back from claiming you in front of your parents and tell them that we’re faking every little stunt we did.” he confessed. “because i couldn’t keep pretending that i am not in love with you, [name]. so, let me make you feel good, yeah?”
he pulled the fabric to the side and saw how your pussy glistened from the slick. sunoo licked his lips as he leaned closer to your gushing cunt, giving it kitten licks before he bite the soft flesh not too harsh—and sucking it afterwards. he hummed in satisfaction, “fuck, you taste so good, sweets. i’ve been thinking about this, about you.” you tried to process what he just blurted out, but the feeling of his tongue and mouth doing wonders on your pussy isn’t helping… at all.
you feel like you’re floating, surrounded by the clouds and all shit like that. sunoo didn’t stop lapping at your cunt, he even slid his tongue inside you to feel how soft you are and slurp all the juices leaking over your hole. “hng—shit—you’re so good, sun. so fucking good. i’m going to cum….” the guy below you is flustered, cheeks morphed into crimson from the praise that slipped out of your mouth, his cock kept twitching in his pants, like it wants to be freed.
“cum on my mouth, [name]. wanna taste you.” sunoo thrust his tongue inside you with a finger, sliding in and out of you to help you from your climax. as you came on his mouth, like what he’s been babbling about. you heaved a breath, tired and legs numb. he suddenly got up without letting you call out for his name. you thought that he might leave but then, he came back holding a black blindfold and you noticed that sunoo is hiding something behind his back. “why are you frowning, pretty? we’re going to play a game and you have to guess what object is it, hm? come closer, let me put this blindfold on you.”
you blinked, flabbergasted. it’s not because you feel uneasy, but, you did not expect sunoo to be this freaky. “wait… shit, i should have told you first. tell me, are you uncomfortable? i’ll put it back and we’ll stop.” he was staring at you, feeling guilty from disregarding your permission. and yet, you only sit up straight, “i’m not that boring, sunoo. it’s just—surprising that you’re into this. you know… it’s hot.” you admitted without feeling ashamed, because it’s a fact. kim sunoo is hot.
he merely raised his eyebrow. after that revelation, you were now blindfolded and sitting on the edge of the bed—awaiting what’s coming. you almost missed the grunt sunoo let out just by watching you, clueless and hair a mess. “open your legs, sweets. first, i’ll smear something on your pretty cunt—then, eat it and you’ll have to guess as i put my mouth on you, get it?” you unknowingly gulped, nervous, because you don’t know what will happen if you guess it wrong. as you spread your legs in front of him, he knelt down and applied a cold object on your pussy folds.
“mhm… this is better than eating it in a normal and boring way. love your pussy, pretty. so bad.” he mumbled while licking and sucking the mysterious cold stuff between your thighs. you instinctively raised your hips, gesturing him to keep eating you out. abruptly, sunoo pulled away. your cunt is a mess—sticky with his saliva and the food he just finished gobbling down.
he stood up and gently grabbing your cheeks to kiss you. you practically forgot that this is a game, your thoughts are filled with sunoo and not even trying your best to guess what he just ate in your sopping core. “you have to guess it or no cumming? choose.” you whined because you couldn’t think properly and perhaps, he’s playing with you—a revenge, where it took you long enough to let him touch you and make you feel good. “mint cho… mint choco ice cream.”
you’re already celebrating in your head, not knowing that sunoo, your friend is smirking as if you said something funny. “wrong,” that made you freeze on your seat and you feel agitated because he is making fun of you for getting it wrong. “what the fuck do you mean i got it wrong? that’s mint choco, your favorite.” you can’t see him but his smirk is replaced with a grin, meaning you cannot cum today. “it is mint choco, pretty. did you seriously think i’d only put an ice cream in your needy little cunt?”
you mindlessly pressed your thighs together, apprehensive, due to the fact that he mixed something with the ice cream and so turned on by the way his voice shifted to deep and raspy tone. “w—what did you put in there?” he playfully tapped his cheeks, acting like he’s thinking deeply about it. “can’t tell you, sweets. not yet. you just have to relax and let me take care of you, hm?”
kim sunoo laid you down on the soft mattress, delicately. you are laying down, flat on your back. a pillow sitting under your lower back, so your body won’t be in pain after and it will be easy for him to fold your body in half. “put it in already… please? wanna feel you, sun.” you sobbed, as you felt the dampness between your thighs, flooding, over and over. the guy hovering above you scrunched his nose in annoyance, “you’re so insufferable, makes me want to leave you here.” he huffed, before adding. “i’ll jerk off with the thoughts of your pussy wraps around my cock, so perfectly. do you want that, huh? you keep testing my patience today, [name].”
you shake your head, gripping the duvet cover on either side and biting your lower lip to contain yourself from making noise that might anger him more. “i—i’ll be good, ngh.” thereafter, sunoo stripped off his clothes and leaving you only with your lace panty. you can hear him spitting, and imagining how his spit coated his length. your friend noticed the way you tried to close your legs. “uh-uh. keep them open for me, sweets. i love seeing your pretty cunt react for me.” when he said that, you could feel yourself leaking and making a mess on the bed.
“i hate waiting, you know?” he uttered, as he glides his cock on your clit down to your leaking hole. “mhm, look at you. you’re dripping. you want this so bad, don’t you?” he took a glance at you. “not as much as i do.” he whispered while you yelp, a loud-piercing sound bounces off the room as sunoo entered you abruptly. “so big.” your breath hitched from how his shaft stretches you open. he badly wants to slam his cock in you, yet he restrained himself since he will feel bad if you get hurt because of his impulsive act.
you told him that he can move and he did it with a slow-agonizing pace. sunoo quietly whimpers as he felt your gummy walls squeezing him like a vice. it feels good how each stroke is making you dizzy. meanwhile, sunoo is hissing and cursing under his breath above you. “god, your cunt fits so well around my cock. hah. you’re so perfect, my pretty.” his pace switched to brutal with need in them, secretly saying he loves you to the point that he can’t bear to lose you. sunoo pressed your other leg against your chest. the mushroom tip hitting and kissing the cervix which made it more pleasurable.
soon after, he is laying down beside you with his cock, still buried himself to the hilt, along with a force drive of his length thrusting in-and-out of you. “i’m coming… ngh, sunoo!” you screamed his name, and the guy holding your thigh, grinned from satisfaction. thank god, the room is soundproof or else there will be noise complaints. “that’s right, come for me, sweets. come all over this cock.” his heavy breathing and your cries mixed together with the intense pleasure building up from the two of you.
“mhm… i’m close too, pretty. shit.” sunoo rasps out as he snapped his hips for the last time, before liquids spurting out of the head. it was never ending, like he saved all of it just to fill you with his cum. your friend finally pulled out of you, followed by the mixed juices leaking out of your abused hole. their chest rising with heavy breaths slipping out of their mouth, exhausted. “sleepy—so sleepy.” you mumbled, still out of breath. sunoo only kissed your forehead, “sleep, i’ll clean you up later, hm? good night, pretty. i love you.” and then, you nestled yourself against his barrel chest, mumbling. “love you too, sunnie…”
it’s aphrodisiac chocolate. the stuff he mixed in on his mint chocolate ice cream, a moment ago, that he smeared in your fat and swollen cunt. the reason you were out of it—cock drunk, begging him to use you and make you as his personal cum dump. something that he can secretly use when he needs to satisfy himself.
damn, evan be releasing bangers. i love overflow, bro. it’s my style… AND ride or die as well (it’s like punk/rock..?) argh, i love lee heeseung. that’s my goat.
Welp, can't tell if this a dig at my slight cnc or I have been labeled a freak.
I accept it. I am a freak :)
Was lowkey expecting pwp cuz all my wips are like that but it truly went for the bigger picture.
No pressure tags + I have barely any moots so I will be tagging writers I like lol (please be my friend): @smidare @eu1joo @minhosimthings + literally anyone else
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