Tᗯ: ⑅ ֺ dom jay ⑅ ֺ pet play ⑅ ֺ omorashi ⑅ ֺ piss kink ⑅ ֺ degradation ⑅ ֺ physical violence ⑅ ֺ dubcon? ⑅ ֺ choking ⑅ ֺ humiliation ⑅ֺ dehumanization ⑅ ֺ oral sex (m!recv) ⑅ ֺ orgasm denial ⑅ ֺ crying ⑅ ֺ name calling: dog, bitch, puppy ⑅ ֺ choking ⑅ ֺ pure filth. ⑅ ֺ not proof read :c 2 lazy ྀིྀིྀིɑׁׅ֮rᥴⓗі᥎ꫀׁׅ
jay holds onto the leash tightly, the collar tugging against your neck as he guides you over to the corner of the room. "stay like that, on your toes." he gives the leash a sharp tug to emphasize his command, watching as you lower your body into position. the cold wall presses against your back as your bare feet curl beneath you, your hands resting behind your head. "good girl." his hand gently pats your head as a reward for being an obident pet.
his boot kicks the inside of your thighs, forcing them apart. your heels slide across the floor as he positions you spread open in the corner, vulnerable and completely exposed to him, your bladder already aching with pressure, from the water you were made to drink by jay.
jay squats down beside you, tugging your collar to bring your face close to his. his tone mocking, like he’s talking to a clueless puppy
"you gotta pee, pup?"
your brows furrow, giving him the sweetest puppy eyes, a whiny whimper escapes your pouty lips. the bell jingling pitifully with every nod. the collar bites into your neck when you try to lean into his touch, seeking permission that isn’t granted yet.
he leans in close, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours, teasing you with a kiss that never lands. suddenly, his hand tightens around the leash and yanks hard.
"then show me how bad you need to pee." he stands up abruptly, towering over you, leaving you shivering on your feet.
you drop from your toes, crawling on your hands and knees towards jay, desperate to please your owner. you press your warm, rosy cheek against the cold leather of his boot. letting out soft, sugary coos as you nuzzle into him.
"mmh~" you tilt your head up and press little kisses to the worn leather, your tongue darting out between each one to taste dirty leather.
you wiggle up his leg, gently nuzzling and planting kisses on the rough denim of his jeans with desperate fervor, your behind wiggling side to side. small hands paw at his zipper, trying to reach what’s inside. you lick at the fabric, your tongue tracing the outline of his cock beneath it. he stays still, letting you worship him like he’s your water bowl.
you perch up at the sound of his jeans unzipping, he slaps his heavy cock across your face once hard before grabbing the back of your head and shoving himself deep into your mouth. the sudden intrusion makes you gag and your bladder twitches, threatening to spill.
he grips your pigtails tightly, using them for leverage to fuck your mouth. plump lips stretch around his thick shaft. each thrust makes your whole body jolt forward, your bladder clenching desperately.
obscene, wet slurping noises fill the room as you let your jaw go slack and your tongue flop out. swirling your tongue along the underside of his vieny cock. drool spills from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your bare belly. your small hands grab at his thighs so you don’t fall over.
jay suddenly pulls out, his wet cock popping free from your mouth. "bark for me, like a good girl." just as you open your mouth to follow instructions, he slams back in, cutting off the sound and making you gag on his cock, pressing your nose to his pelvis instead.
he pulls out again, leaving you empty and panting. salty oceans pooling at your water line. he smirks down at you, his voice dripping with mock concern. "do you want to pee now, little puppy?" his hand stays wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he waits for your response.
you look up at him, nodding frantically, "yes! yes! please—" your plea hangs in the air for only a second before his boot connects sharply with your lower belly right above your bladder a solid, punishing kick. knocking the wind out of you and sending you crashing to the floor, you collapse onto your side, clutching your stomach. a white-hot pain shooting through your bladder as a strangled whimper leaves your lips.
he looms over you, his voice cold and condescending. "remember what you are, you're just a dog. and dogs don't speak." he nudges your trembling body with his boot. "they bark. they whine. they obey." he strokes his cock slowly, watching you wither on the ground.
your lower belly feels like it's about to burst, your bladder full to its absolute limit. the pressure is unbearable, a hot, sharp knot tightening deep inside your pelvis. making your muscles spasm violently. you can feel the liquid desperately battering against you, you clamp your hands over your lower belly, desperate to hold it in.
panic surges through you as the first trickle escapes despite your desperate efforts to hold it in, body freezing as you try to squeeze your muscles shut again. the wetness spreading rapidly between your legs. "n-no."
jay steps back slowly, a cruel smirk playing across his face as he watches the humiliating scene unfold before him. he watches the stream spread across the floor beneath you. the warm liquid soaks your feet, growing a puddle under you as you crouch there, humiliated and shaking. you peek up at him in terror through glossy eyes, tiny sniffles catching in your throat, your button nose twitching as your bottom lip quivers like sugar on the edge of dissolving.
such a pathetic sight, with one eye squeezed shut, the other peeks down between your plush thighs. you watch the urine gush out uncontrollably between your thighs. the relief feels like pure bliss your body shuddering as you finally empty your aching bladder. it feels so good, so right, a small, involuntary whimper of pleasure escapes your lips. your legs tremble with each spurt, muscles relaxing as the pressure finally, eases. "a-ahh!~"
jay's voice cuts through your moment just as you're lost in that, shameful release. "look at you, you dirty little bitch." he sneers, watching you piss yourself like a naughty puppy. "spreading your legs and pissing all over yourself like the nasty bitch you are." he nudges your thigh with his boot, making you open up more. "such a bad dog."
he steps right into the puddle, his boot squishing loudly in the warm urine as he walks over to you. before you can move or cover yourself, he brings his hand down hard across your face, "bad dog!" you collapse onto the wet floor, pressing your hand to your stinging cheek. "m’ sorry...i’m so sorry, didn't mean to, please don't be mad at me." you ramble through tears. your apology comes out meek and anxious, exactly how he wants you.
before you can scramble back to your knees, he grabs your hips, yanking them up and forces you face-down into the puddle of your own piss. he spreads your legs and forces his cock deep inside your wet hole. the sudden intrusion makes you cry out, your face pressed against the cold, soaked floor. "stay down, bitch."
squelching noises as your soaked pussy swallows his thick cock, fill the room. your own piss, mixed with your sweet arousal, makes you incredibly slippery creating a filthy, sloppy rhythm every time he pounds into you. "hear how messy you are?"
every attempt you make at coherent speech crumbles under the sensation of jay pounding into you from behind in your own filth. your words melting into nonsense as he fucks you stupid all that comes out is a series of desperate, broken sounds as he ruins you. your mouth hanging open as drool spills past your lips and drips onto the wet floor. the saliva mixes with the puddle of piss beneath your cheek, creating a messy blend of your own fluids.
he reaches down, pressing the back of your neck hard to keep your face in the wet mess. your hair becomes soaked, strands sticking to your cheeks and lips as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. "that's it, my messy little puppy. roll around in it."
your voice comes out muffled against the sticky floor, "ye-yes, m-messy puppy...d-dirty puppy." you babble, drool mixing with tears and urine on your cheeks. "nngh-love-love being messy for you master." your moans vibrate against the floor where jay smushes your face down into your own mess. "good puppy, stay right there in your own filth."
your response is slurred from your wet, swollen lips pressed against the wet floor as you try to speak "mmm…n i'm your m-messy p-puppy." you're far too gone, reduced to repeating what he wants to hear.
with a snarl, he grabs you by the collar and lifts your upper body off the ground, lifting your head up and back, exposing your neck and forcing your spine to arch. this new angle allows him to pound into you deeper, his mushroom tip poking every sensitive spot deep inside you. your mouth hangs open, taking everything he’s giving you.
he fills you up completely, stretching your walls wide, it feels so fucking good, your toes curl, your body trembling around him. "ah...hnngh...s-so deep!"
his grip on your collar tightens, cutting off your air supply as he fucks you mercilessly. your vision starting to spot as he denies you oxygen making you feel deliciously lightheaded.
he can feel your walls starting to flutter around his cock, clenching as you edge closer to release. your breathing is shallow and rapid. "you wanna cum? he whispers in your ear twisting the collar tighter, the warmth of his breath against your sensitive ear making your brain melt like a marshmallow left too close to the fire, soft and gooey.
just before tipping over the edge his hand releases the collar abruptly, and you collapse forward, landing on your palms into the wet puddle beneath you. the sudden absence of pressure making you gasp for air. your arms tremble as you try to hold yourself up, your ass still sticking up in the air.
he slides all the way out the cold air hits your empty, pussy just as thick spurts of his milky cum land across your lower back painting you white.
he smacks your ass hard, the sting makes a strained yelp slip out of you and push back instinctively, but his hand presses firmly between your shoulder blades, holding you in place. "only good puppies get to cum." ꒰ 𑄽୧ ꒱ 𓈒 𐂯
park sunghoon. that name carried weight. echoing over roaring engines, plastered on banners, a name screamed by die hard fans until their throats went raw. certified golden boy on the track, a rookie turned rising star.
he was untouchable. a smirk that solidified victory before the light turned green.
but you knew better.
you knew the way his knee bobbed before every race, how his hands trembled on the wheel when the pressure became too much. and today wasn't just another circuit. it was the championship.
so instead of watching from the sidelines like you always did, you met him in the shadows of the pit, slipping into his sleek sports car and straddling him before he could even protest. the leather was cool against your skin, the cockpit compact and dim, shielding you from the chaos.
a look of relief washed over him when his eyes met yours, pleading.
"baby—" his voice cracked, as if your presence was the very thing that might break him. "i can't do this. i'm gonna choke out there."
you smoothed your palms over his shoulders, leaning close enough for his lashes to brush against your cheek. "sunghoon, look at me," you commanded, thumb stroking his jaw. "you're not choking. you're winning. like always."
he swallowed hard, but the storm brewing in him didn't pass. he buried his face in the curve of your neck, lips trailing down your throat as if kissing you could chase the panic away.
"remind me i can do this," sunghoon muttered against your skin, his helmet laying long forgotten on the dashboard. you felt his hands pull you closer, urging your hips forward.
your breath caught, eyes searching for any flicker of doubt from him.
you saw none, his eyes mirroring the same desperate, needy look you had. you bit your lip, grounding your hips down on the thickening bulge straining against his pants.
"you can," you whispered with sincerity, a familiar heat pooling between your thighs. "you've trained so, so hard."
sunghoon's fingers dug into your hips, guiding you with a gentle insistence that made your core clench.
"y-yeah?"
he lifted your hips, just enough to pull your shorts aside, his other hand fumbling with the zipper on his pants. his aching cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, leaking at the tip from just your proximity.
"fuck, baby i need this," he groaned roughly, desperate for release. he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock sandwiching between your slick folds. your hips instinctively stuttered, already soaked and making it easier for him to slid in.
you sank down inch by inch, a shared gasp between the two of you as he stretched you out perfectly. sunghoon's thumbs pressed against your skin, directing your movements with each jerk.
"that's it," he muttered, his hungry gaze meeting yours. "ride me like you know i need it. show me how good you are for me."
soon enough you started to move with full intent now, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm. your hands rested on his chest for leverage, each rock of your hips causing the car to softly sway. the confined space intensified every ragged breath and slap of skin on skin.
sunghoon's head fell back against the seat, pulling you down harder on his length, burying himself in your warmth.
"hoonie," you whimpered out, your pace quickening as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach. you leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss, the scrape of his stubble rough against your chin as your tongues tangled with an urgency.
he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a prominent mark.
"you're mine." he rasped, punctuating it with a hard thrust. "you're my lucky charm, baby—gonna win this for you. fuck- you're so tight."
his words were all it took to make your chest tighten and your walls to flutter around him. you rode him faster, chasing the pleasure, your clit grinding against his pelvis. sunghoon's hands roamed your back, sliding under your shirt to pinch and roll your nipple between his fingers.
"hoonie—'m gonna cum.." you cried out, your fingers bunching up the fabric of his jacket.
"yeah? gonna cum?" he questioned, his fingers pinching harder. "let me feel you squeeze my cock, hm? make me forget everything but this, baby."
and just like that, you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you in waves. you clenched around his length as you moaned his name, riding out the high.
sunghoon followed seconds after, hips bucking wildly as his hot seeds spilled inside you, marking you as his from the inside and out.
you collapsed against him, both of you panting and slick with a thin layer of sweat. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him as your head rested against his shoulder. the uncertainty in his eyes cleared, replaced by the familiar spark of determination.
"thank you," sunghoon breathed, his voice softer as he brushed a tender kiss to your forehead. his arms locked around you, cock still nestled deep inside you, twitching faintly with the remnants of release.
you smiled, tracing gentle circles on his thrumming chest. outside, engines began to snarl to life, but you've ignited his fire.
The clock reads 7:56 PM, you’re looking down at your notes, on the verge of tears because why is this just so hard?
You’ve been studying for hours on end, the only breaks you’ve had are the ones where you just can’t process this information anymore to the point where you just had to cry. Salty tears streaming down your face in anger, just for you to wipe them back up and get straight to work again.
So now you’ve come down to your final option, after many trials of different studying tactics, you’re down to the worst one of them all. Calling Sunghoon. Which really isn’t the worst thing in the world, but to you right now, in your very bad state of frustration and anger, this is probably your worst idea yet, because of how serious he would take this.
You click on his contact, pressing the call button and waiting for him to pick up, which he does almost immediately.
“Yes baby? What do you need?” You hear him say over the phone, responding with a quiet ‘uhm..’, he urges you to speak up. “Do you think you could come over hoonie?” You say, “I kinda need some–“
“I’ll be there in a few, sweetheart.”
And just as soon as he speaks, he ends the call immediately.
Knowing how fast Sunghoon would probably get to your house, you jolt up and run to your bathroom immediately. Splashing cold water on your face to get rid of the puffiness caused by your crying. Looking in the mirror to see if he could maybe even tell you were crying just by glancing at you for a little too long.
Well you definitely weren’t thorough enough about hiding your whole meltdown, because as soon as you let him in the front door—the first question that comes out of his mouth is, ‘Were you just crying?’.
“Just come in,” you say, already annoyed that he could already tell. “I’ve been studying for hours hoonie, hours! And I still can’t seem to get the hang of—“ He stops you in your tracks, grabbing you by your cheeks and saying, “I’ll help you baby, but first things first I’ve got to get my kiss.” With a quite adorable roll of your eyes (if you were to ask Sunghoon) you grab his wrists, stand up on your tip-toes, and give him a quick peck on his lips.
Sunghoon—who’s smiling ear to ear like he’s just won the lottery— grabs your hand and drags you to your bedroom.
📝
“Baby, you have to calm down, crying is just going to make it harder on you” Sunghoon says, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs.
Both of you have now spent around 45 minutes trying to help you figure out what any of this work means. Your breathing is becoming harsher and faster, not too focused on calming down right now.
“B–but… it just doesn’t make any sense” you choke on a sob during that last word. “Which is why you need to calm down, sweetheart,” He says. “Breathe with me, okay?” You slightly nod and his chest rises and falls with slow breathes, trying your best to match them considering the terrible case of hiccups you’re having, it works.
“Breathe in… Breathe out…” he repeats about four times. “See? You’re feeling better already right?” You breathe out a ‘yes’ and nod your head. “I think it’s time we’re done here for tonight, you need to rest, overloading your brain with information isn’t going to help it stay in your head.”
“But…” You stutter out, “The test is in two days hoonie, I need to study.” The furrow in your brows gets deeper as you continue to speak.
Sunghoon shuts it down almost instantly, unplugging your laptop, closing your notebook, and turning off the lamp on your desk. “Baby. I’m not going to sit here and watch you stress out over this, you need rest and this is the only time I’m going to tell you.”
You look down at the floor as he continues, “Have you even eaten at all today? Let alone at least take a break?” You shake your head softly and look up, the disappointment on his face hurts to see for yourself, and you finally understand that it’s time for a break.
“I-I’m sorry hoonie… I’m just stressed, okay?” Is all you can say as he stands up.
“No need for apologies, yeah? I just don’t want my sweet girl to stress out over this again.” You nod silently as he continues, “I’m going to go make dinner, and what you’re gonna do is go get ready for bed, shower, change, whatever you need to do, alright?”, A silent ‘alright’ falls from your lips and as he goes into the kitchen, you wipe your face and get ready for bed.
📝
After an hour and a half, already full and sleepy, you’re both in your bed sitting in silence watching some new movie that’s just come out. You’re the first to speak up, “Hoonie?” You say, “Can you stay over tonight?”
“Of course, Princess.” He responds by peppering kisses all over your face until you’ve fallen asleep.
And in the next few minutes, you’ve long forgotten about your upcoming test, about how you’ve barely studied, and really, even though you hated the idea of him coming over at first, all you really needed was for sunghoon to come over and calm you down.
“I love you, crybaby” He says right as you drift off.
This is my enhablr debut and I already feel like I’m starting off so weak 😣 this has sooooo many plot holes and I feel like a skipped over so much but reblogs and likes are appreciated, please don’t give any feedback unless positive and I do not accept constructive criticism !! 💟💟
The clock reads 7:56 PM, you’re looking down at your notes, on the verge of tears because why is this just so hard?
You’ve been studying for hours on end, the only breaks you’ve had are the ones where you just can’t process this information anymore to the point where you just had to cry. Salty tears streaming down your face in anger, just for you to wipe them back up and get straight to work again.
So now you’ve come down to your final option, after many trials of different studying tactics, you’re down to the worst one of them all. Calling Sunghoon. Which really isn’t the worst thing in the world, but to you right now, in your very bad state of frustration and anger, this is probably your worst idea yet, because of how serious he would take this.
You click on his contact, pressing the call button and waiting for him to pick up, which he does almost immediately.
“Yes baby? What do you need?” You hear him say over the phone, responding with a quiet ‘uhm..’, he urges you to speak up. “Do you think you could come over hoonie?” You say, “I kinda need some–“
“I’ll be there in a few, sweetheart.”
And just as soon as he speaks, he ends the call immediately.
Knowing how fast Sunghoon would probably get to your house, you jolt up and run to your bathroom immediately. Splashing cold water on your face to get rid of the puffiness caused by your crying. Looking in the mirror to see if he could maybe even tell you were crying just by glancing at you for a little too long.
Well you definitely weren’t thorough enough about hiding your whole meltdown, because as soon as you let him in the front door—the first question that comes out of his mouth is, ‘Were you just crying?’.
“Just come in,” you say, already annoyed that he could already tell. “I’ve been studying for hours hoonie, hours! And I still can’t seem to get the hang of—“ He stops you in your tracks, grabbing you by your cheeks and saying, “I’ll help you baby, but first things first I’ve got to get my kiss.” With a quite adorable roll of your eyes (if you were to ask Sunghoon) you grab his wrists, stand up on your tip-toes, and give him a quick peck on his lips.
Sunghoon—who’s smiling ear to ear like he’s just won the lottery— grabs your hand and drags you to your bedroom.
📝
“Baby, you have to calm down, crying is just going to make it harder on you” Sunghoon says, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs.
Both of you have now spent around 45 minutes trying to help you figure out what any of this work means. Your breathing is becoming harsher and faster, not too focused on calming down right now.
“B–but… it just doesn’t make any sense” you choke on a sob during that last word. “Which is why you need to calm down, sweetheart,” He says. “Breathe with me, okay?” You slightly nod and his chest rises and falls with slow breathes, trying your best to match them considering the terrible case of hiccups you’re having, it works.
“Breathe in… Breathe out…” he repeats about four times. “See? You’re feeling better already right?” You breathe out a ‘yes’ and nod your head. “I think it’s time we’re done here for tonight, you need to rest, overloading your brain with information isn’t going to help it stay in your head.”
“But…” You stutter out, “The test is in two days hoonie, I need to study.” The furrow in your brows gets deeper as you continue to speak.
Sunghoon shuts it down almost instantly, unplugging your laptop, closing your notebook, and turning off the lamp on your desk. “Baby. I’m not going to sit here and watch you stress out over this, you need rest and this is the only time I’m going to tell you.”
You look down at the floor as he continues, “Have you even eaten at all today? Let alone at least take a break?” You shake your head softly and look up, the disappointment on his face hurts to see for yourself, and you finally understand that it’s time for a break.
“I-I’m sorry hoonie… I’m just stressed, okay?” Is all you can say as he stands up.
“No need for apologies, yeah? I just don’t want my sweet girl to stress out over this again.” You nod silently as he continues, “I’m going to go make dinner, and what you’re gonna do is go get ready for bed, shower, change, whatever you need to do, alright?”, A silent ‘alright’ falls from your lips and as he goes into the kitchen, you wipe your face and get ready for bed.
📝
After an hour and a half, already full and sleepy, you’re both in your bed sitting in silence watching some new movie that’s just come out. You’re the first to speak up, “Hoonie?” You say, “Can you stay over tonight?”
“Of course, Princess.” He responds by peppering kisses all over your face until you’ve fallen asleep.
And in the next few minutes, you’ve long forgotten about your upcoming test, about how you’ve barely studied, and really, even though you hated the idea of him coming over at first, all you really needed was for sunghoon to come over and calm you down.
“I love you, crybaby” He says right as you drift off.
This is my enhablr debut and I already feel like I’m starting off so weak 😣 this has sooooo many plot holes and I feel like a skipped over so much but reblogs and likes are appreciated, please don’t give any feedback unless positive and I do not accept constructive criticism !! 💟💟
You’re not a shy person. At all. So why do you feel this way? You’ve always been the extrovert of the group, the one who starts conversations—never ends them—and always the one to invite people literally everywhere.
So why do you only feel this way around him? And only him?
As soon as he’s next to you, you’re quiet, fidgeting, looking almost everywhere but him. Especially when he looks first, not staring, not judging, just admiring. And that’s what gets you nervous the most.
When he catches you looking first? You nearly let out an embarrassingly loud squeak before you can even look away. You feel stupid for even saying this, but it’s the only thing you can admit, you’ve officially gone shy for him.
🙈
You’re on a date at your favorite café, head down, eyes anywhere but the man in front of you. Too afraid to speak, you wait for him to talk.
“What’s wrong, baby? ‘You feeling alright?” Sunoo says first. “I’m great,” you softly say, looking up just a bit to see him looking straight at you, immediately looking away.
“Are you sure?” He reaches towards you, moving your hair out of the way to put the back of his hand on your forehead to check your temperature. “You’re really warm… Do you wanna leave?”
“I swear I’m okay, noo…” You back away just a bit to get his hand away from your face. Not wanting to give out anymore clues that he's already making you nervous.
Sunoo leans forward and gives a soft peck to your lips, ultimately listening to you and saying “Well—alright then, just tell me if we need to go, okay?”
🙈
The date goes smoothly. Well… as smooth as it could be because your boyfriend was just way too engrossed with looking at you today.
On the walk back to your apartment, he offers to hold your hand, and as much as you would love that… your palms are sweating way too much just because of the proximity.
You mutter out a soft ‘Sorry, sun… not today…’ and all he can do is smile sadly and look down, a little disappointed with that answer. And that sends a sharp sting to your heart, feeling bad for even rejecting him in the first place.
Soon enough, you’re right outside your door, both of you saying goodbyes and see you laters. But as soon as you go to shut the door, he pulls you in for a quick kiss, hands on your cheeks and bending down slightly, he mutters right against your lips “I love you, okay? Sleep well” and shuts the door for you.
And as soon as he’s out of sight, you’re leaning against the door for some sort of support after what he just pulled. He doesn’t even know what he does to you.
You guys are about a year into this relationship. (11 months and 4 days to be exact), So why do you feel this way? You’ve been dating long enough to where a simple kiss shouldn’t get you as jittery as you are now. He’s just too… perfect. Too everything. Maybe that’s why?
🙈
Today you’ve finally mustered up enough courage to make the first move. Throughout these last 11 months, all first steps were taken by Sunoo himself, now it’s time for you to reciprocate that.
He’s offered to take you on another date, nothing too fancy, just a trip to the mall. You’re walking side by side, and you take this as the opportunity to slip your fingers right in-between his. Looking directly at your shoes as soon as he turns to look at you, a slight smile plastered across his face.
And by the end of this mall trip, you’ve finally kissed him for yourself. Reaching on your tip-toes and planting a kiss right on his lips. You can feel the way he smiles as you back away and get fully back down onto your feet.
Walking out hand in hand on the way back to your apartment, Sunoo speaks up first, “I had a great time, baby, thank you for the kiss.” And all you can do is look down and smile at the ground.
“Next time don’t be so nervous around me, yeah? I am your boyfriend after all.”
thank you for requesting :3 I hope you like it this was just a really quick thought idk I hope it doesn’t have too many plot holes 😣💟
You’re not a shy person. At all. So why do you feel this way? You’ve always been the extrovert of the group, the one who starts conversations—never ends them—and always the one to invite people literally everywhere.
So why do you only feel this way around him? And only him?
As soon as he’s next to you, you’re quiet, fidgeting, looking almost everywhere but him. Especially when he looks first, not staring, not judging, just admiring. And that’s what gets you nervous the most.
When he catches you looking first? You nearly let out an embarrassingly loud squeak before you can even look away. You feel stupid for even saying this, but it’s the only thing you can admit, you’ve officially gone shy for him.
🙈
You’re on a date at your favorite café, head down, eyes anywhere but the man in front of you. Too afraid to speak, you wait for him to talk.
“What’s wrong, baby? ‘You feeling alright?” Sunoo says first. “I’m great,” you softly say, looking up just a bit to see him looking straight at you, immediately looking away.
“Are you sure?” He reaches towards you, moving your hair out of the way to put the back of his hand on your forehead to check your temperature. “You’re really warm… Do you wanna leave?”
“I swear I’m okay, noo…” You back away just a bit to get his hand away from your face. Not wanting to give out anymore clues that he's already making you nervous.
Sunoo leans forward and gives a soft peck to your lips, ultimately listening to you and saying “Well—alright then, just tell me if we need to go, okay?”
🙈
The date goes smoothly. Well… as smooth as it could be because your boyfriend was just way too engrossed with looking at you today.
On the walk back to your apartment, he offers to hold your hand, and as much as you would love that… your palms are sweating way too much just because of the proximity.
You mutter out a soft ‘Sorry, sun… not today…’ and all he can do is smile sadly and look down, a little disappointed with that answer. And that sends a sharp sting to your heart, feeling bad for even rejecting him in the first place.
Soon enough, you’re right outside your door, both of you saying goodbyes and see you laters. But as soon as you go to shut the door, he pulls you in for a quick kiss, hands on your cheeks and bending down slightly, he mutters right against your lips “I love you, okay? Sleep well” and shuts the door for you.
And as soon as he’s out of sight, you’re leaning against the door for some sort of support after what he just pulled. He doesn’t even know what he does to you.
You guys are about a year into this relationship. (11 months and 4 days to be exact), So why do you feel this way? You’ve been dating long enough to where a simple kiss shouldn’t get you as jittery as you are now. He’s just too… perfect. Too everything. Maybe that’s why?
🙈
Today you’ve finally mustered up enough courage to make the first move. Throughout these last 11 months, all first steps were taken by Sunoo himself, now it’s time for you to reciprocate that.
He’s offered to take you on another date, nothing too fancy, just a trip to the mall. You’re walking side by side, and you take this as the opportunity to slip your fingers right in-between his. Looking directly at your shoes as soon as he turns to look at you, a slight smile plastered across his face.
And by the end of this mall trip, you’ve finally kissed him for yourself. Reaching on your tip-toes and planting a kiss right on his lips. You can feel the way he smiles as you back away and get fully back down onto your feet.
Walking out hand in hand on the way back to your apartment, Sunoo speaks up first, “I had a great time, baby, thank you for the kiss.” And all you can do is look down and smile at the ground.
“Next time don’t be so nervous around me, yeah? I am your boyfriend after all.”
thank you for requesting :3 I hope you like it this was just a really quick thought idk I hope it doesn’t have too many plot holes 😣💟
The clock reads 7:56 PM, you’re looking down at your notes, on the verge of tears because why is this just so hard?
You’ve been studying for hours on end, the only breaks you’ve had are the ones where you just can’t process this information anymore to the point where you just had to cry. Salty tears streaming down your face in anger, just for you to wipe them back up and get straight to work again.
So now you’ve come down to your final option, after many trials of different studying tactics, you’re down to the worst one of them all. Calling Sunghoon. Which really isn’t the worst thing in the world, but to you right now, in your very bad state of frustration and anger, this is probably your worst idea yet, because of how serious he would take this.
You click on his contact, pressing the call button and waiting for him to pick up, which he does almost immediately.
“Yes baby? What do you need?” You hear him say over the phone, responding with a quiet ‘uhm..’, he urges you to speak up. “Do you think you could come over hoonie?” You say, “I kinda need some–“
“I’ll be there in a few, sweetheart.”
And just as soon as he speaks, he ends the call immediately.
Knowing how fast Sunghoon would probably get to your house, you jolt up and run to your bathroom immediately. Splashing cold water on your face to get rid of the puffiness caused by your crying. Looking in the mirror to see if he could maybe even tell you were crying just by glancing at you for a little too long.
Well you definitely weren’t thorough enough about hiding your whole meltdown, because as soon as you let him in the front door—the first question that comes out of his mouth is, ‘Were you just crying?’.
“Just come in,” you say, already annoyed that he could already tell. “I’ve been studying for hours hoonie, hours! And I still can’t seem to get the hang of—“ He stops you in your tracks, grabbing you by your cheeks and saying, “I’ll help you baby, but first things first I’ve got to get my kiss.” With a quite adorable roll of your eyes (if you were to ask Sunghoon) you grab his wrists, stand up on your tip-toes, and give him a quick peck on his lips.
Sunghoon—who’s smiling ear to ear like he’s just won the lottery— grabs your hand and drags you to your bedroom.
📝
“Baby, you have to calm down, crying is just going to make it harder on you” Sunghoon says, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs.
Both of you have now spent around 45 minutes trying to help you figure out what any of this work means. Your breathing is becoming harsher and faster, not too focused on calming down right now.
“B–but… it just doesn’t make any sense” you choke on a sob during that last word. “Which is why you need to calm down, sweetheart,” He says. “Breathe with me, okay?” You slightly nod and his chest rises and falls with slow breathes, trying your best to match them considering the terrible case of hiccups you’re having, it works.
“Breathe in… Breathe out…” he repeats about four times. “See? You’re feeling better already right?” You breathe out a ‘yes’ and nod your head. “I think it’s time we’re done here for tonight, you need to rest, overloading your brain with information isn’t going to help it stay in your head.”
“But…” You stutter out, “The test is in two days hoonie, I need to study.” The furrow in your brows gets deeper as you continue to speak.
Sunghoon shuts it down almost instantly, unplugging your laptop, closing your notebook, and turning off the lamp on your desk. “Baby. I’m not going to sit here and watch you stress out over this, you need rest and this is the only time I’m going to tell you.”
You look down at the floor as he continues, “Have you even eaten at all today? Let alone at least take a break?” You shake your head softly and look up, the disappointment on his face hurts to see for yourself, and you finally understand that it’s time for a break.
“I-I’m sorry hoonie… I’m just stressed, okay?” Is all you can say as he stands up.
“No need for apologies, yeah? I just don’t want my sweet girl to stress out over this again.” You nod silently as he continues, “I’m going to go make dinner, and what you’re gonna do is go get ready for bed, shower, change, whatever you need to do, alright?”, A silent ‘alright’ falls from your lips and as he goes into the kitchen, you wipe your face and get ready for bed.
📝
After an hour and a half, already full and sleepy, you’re both in your bed sitting in silence watching some new movie that’s just come out. You’re the first to speak up, “Hoonie?” You say, “Can you stay over tonight?”
“Of course, Princess.” He responds by peppering kisses all over your face until you’ve fallen asleep.
And in the next few minutes, you’ve long forgotten about your upcoming test, about how you’ve barely studied, and really, even though you hated the idea of him coming over at first, all you really needed was for sunghoon to come over and calm you down.
“I love you, crybaby” He says right as you drift off.
This is my enhablr debut and I already feel like I’m starting off so weak 😣 this has sooooo many plot holes and I feel like a skipped over so much but reblogs and likes are appreciated, please don’t give any feedback unless positive and I do not accept constructive criticism !! 💟💟
The clock reads 7:56 PM, you’re looking down at your notes, on the verge of tears because why is this just so hard?
You’ve been studying for hours on end, the only breaks you’ve had are the ones where you just can’t process this information anymore to the point where you just had to cry. Salty tears streaming down your face in anger, just for you to wipe them back up and get straight to work again.
So now you’ve come down to your final option, after many trials of different studying tactics, you’re down to the worst one of them all. Calling Sunghoon. Which really isn’t the worst thing in the world, but to you right now, in your very bad state of frustration and anger, this is probably your worst idea yet, because of how serious he would take this.
You click on his contact, pressing the call button and waiting for him to pick up, which he does almost immediately.
“Yes baby? What do you need?” You hear him say over the phone, responding with a quiet ‘uhm..’, he urges you to speak up. “Do you think you could come over hoonie?” You say, “I kinda need some–“
“I’ll be there in a few, sweetheart.”
And just as soon as he speaks, he ends the call immediately.
Knowing how fast Sunghoon would probably get to your house, you jolt up and run to your bathroom immediately. Splashing cold water on your face to get rid of the puffiness caused by your crying. Looking in the mirror to see if he could maybe even tell you were crying just by glancing at you for a little too long.
Well you definitely weren’t thorough enough about hiding your whole meltdown, because as soon as you let him in the front door—the first question that comes out of his mouth is, ‘Were you just crying?’.
“Just come in,” you say, already annoyed that he could already tell. “I’ve been studying for hours hoonie, hours! And I still can’t seem to get the hang of—“ He stops you in your tracks, grabbing you by your cheeks and saying, “I’ll help you baby, but first things first I’ve got to get my kiss.” With a quite adorable roll of your eyes (if you were to ask Sunghoon) you grab his wrists, stand up on your tip-toes, and give him a quick peck on his lips.
Sunghoon—who’s smiling ear to ear like he’s just won the lottery— grabs your hand and drags you to your bedroom.
📝
“Baby, you have to calm down, crying is just going to make it harder on you” Sunghoon says, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs.
Both of you have now spent around 45 minutes trying to help you figure out what any of this work means. Your breathing is becoming harsher and faster, not too focused on calming down right now.
“B–but… it just doesn’t make any sense” you choke on a sob during that last word. “Which is why you need to calm down, sweetheart,” He says. “Breathe with me, okay?” You slightly nod and his chest rises and falls with slow breathes, trying your best to match them considering the terrible case of hiccups you’re having, it works.
“Breathe in… Breathe out…” he repeats about four times. “See? You’re feeling better already right?” You breathe out a ‘yes’ and nod your head. “I think it’s time we’re done here for tonight, you need to rest, overloading your brain with information isn’t going to help it stay in your head.”
“But…” You stutter out, “The test is in two days hoonie, I need to study.” The furrow in your brows gets deeper as you continue to speak.
Sunghoon shuts it down almost instantly, unplugging your laptop, closing your notebook, and turning off the lamp on your desk. “Baby. I’m not going to sit here and watch you stress out over this, you need rest and this is the only time I’m going to tell you.”
You look down at the floor as he continues, “Have you even eaten at all today? Let alone at least take a break?” You shake your head softly and look up, the disappointment on his face hurts to see for yourself, and you finally understand that it’s time for a break.
“I-I’m sorry hoonie… I’m just stressed, okay?” Is all you can say as he stands up.
“No need for apologies, yeah? I just don’t want my sweet girl to stress out over this again.” You nod silently as he continues, “I’m going to go make dinner, and what you’re gonna do is go get ready for bed, shower, change, whatever you need to do, alright?”, A silent ‘alright’ falls from your lips and as he goes into the kitchen, you wipe your face and get ready for bed.
📝
After an hour and a half, already full and sleepy, you’re both in your bed sitting in silence watching some new movie that’s just come out. You’re the first to speak up, “Hoonie?” You say, “Can you stay over tonight?”
“Of course, Princess.” He responds by peppering kisses all over your face until you’ve fallen asleep.
And in the next few minutes, you’ve long forgotten about your upcoming test, about how you’ve barely studied, and really, even though you hated the idea of him coming over at first, all you really needed was for sunghoon to come over and calm you down.
“I love you, crybaby” He says right as you drift off.
This is my enhablr debut and I already feel like I’m starting off so weak 😣 this has sooooo many plot holes and I feel like a skipped over so much but reblogs and likes are appreciated, please don’t give any feedback unless positive and I do not accept constructive criticism !! 💟💟
The clock reads 7:56 PM, you’re looking down at your notes, on the verge of tears because why is this just so hard?
You’ve been studying for hours on end, the only breaks you’ve had are the ones where you just can’t process this information anymore to the point where you just had to cry. Salty tears streaming down your face in anger, just for you to wipe them back up and get straight to work again.
So now you’ve come down to your final option, after many trials of different studying tactics, you’re down to the worst one of them all. Calling Sunghoon. Which really isn’t the worst thing in the world, but to you right now, in your very bad state of frustration and anger, this is probably your worst idea yet, because of how serious he would take this.
You click on his contact, pressing the call button and waiting for him to pick up, which he does almost immediately.
“Yes baby? What do you need?” You hear him say over the phone, responding with a quiet ‘uhm..’, he urges you to speak up. “Do you think you could come over hoonie?” You say, “I kinda need some–“
“I’ll be there in a few, sweetheart.”
And just as soon as he speaks, he ends the call immediately.
Knowing how fast Sunghoon would probably get to your house, you jolt up and run to your bathroom immediately. Splashing cold water on your face to get rid of the puffiness caused by your crying. Looking in the mirror to see if he could maybe even tell you were crying just by glancing at you for a little too long.
Well you definitely weren’t thorough enough about hiding your whole meltdown, because as soon as you let him in the front door—the first question that comes out of his mouth is, ‘Were you just crying?’.
“Just come in,” you say, already annoyed that he could already tell. “I’ve been studying for hours hoonie, hours! And I still can’t seem to get the hang of—“ He stops you in your tracks, grabbing you by your cheeks and saying, “I’ll help you baby, but first things first I’ve got to get my kiss.” With a quite adorable roll of your eyes (if you were to ask Sunghoon) you grab his wrists, stand up on your tip-toes, and give him a quick peck on his lips.
Sunghoon—who’s smiling ear to ear like he’s just won the lottery— grabs your hand and drags you to your bedroom.
📝
“Baby, you have to calm down, crying is just going to make it harder on you” Sunghoon says, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs.
Both of you have now spent around 45 minutes trying to help you figure out what any of this work means. Your breathing is becoming harsher and faster, not too focused on calming down right now.
“B–but… it just doesn’t make any sense” you choke on a sob during that last word. “Which is why you need to calm down, sweetheart,” He says. “Breathe with me, okay?” You slightly nod and his chest rises and falls with slow breathes, trying your best to match them considering the terrible case of hiccups you’re having, it works.
“Breathe in… Breathe out…” he repeats about four times. “See? You’re feeling better already right?” You breathe out a ‘yes’ and nod your head. “I think it’s time we’re done here for tonight, you need to rest, overloading your brain with information isn’t going to help it stay in your head.”
“But…” You stutter out, “The test is in two days hoonie, I need to study.” The furrow in your brows gets deeper as you continue to speak.
Sunghoon shuts it down almost instantly, unplugging your laptop, closing your notebook, and turning off the lamp on your desk. “Baby. I’m not going to sit here and watch you stress out over this, you need rest and this is the only time I’m going to tell you.”
You look down at the floor as he continues, “Have you even eaten at all today? Let alone at least take a break?” You shake your head softly and look up, the disappointment on his face hurts to see for yourself, and you finally understand that it’s time for a break.
“I-I’m sorry hoonie… I’m just stressed, okay?” Is all you can say as he stands up.
“No need for apologies, yeah? I just don’t want my sweet girl to stress out over this again.” You nod silently as he continues, “I’m going to go make dinner, and what you’re gonna do is go get ready for bed, shower, change, whatever you need to do, alright?”, A silent ‘alright’ falls from your lips and as he goes into the kitchen, you wipe your face and get ready for bed.
📝
After an hour and a half, already full and sleepy, you’re both in your bed sitting in silence watching some new movie that’s just come out. You’re the first to speak up, “Hoonie?” You say, “Can you stay over tonight?”
“Of course, Princess.” He responds by peppering kisses all over your face until you’ve fallen asleep.
And in the next few minutes, you’ve long forgotten about your upcoming test, about how you’ve barely studied, and really, even though you hated the idea of him coming over at first, all you really needed was for sunghoon to come over and calm you down.
“I love you, crybaby” He says right as you drift off.
This is my enhablr debut and I already feel like I’m starting off so weak 😣 this has sooooo many plot holes and I feel like a skipped over so much but reblogs and likes are appreciated, please don’t give any feedback unless positive and I do not accept constructive criticism !! 💟💟
The clock reads 7:56 PM, you’re looking down at your notes, on the verge of tears because why is this just so hard?
You’ve been studying for hours on end, the only breaks you’ve had are the ones where you just can’t process this information anymore to the point where you just had to cry. Salty tears streaming down your face in anger, just for you to wipe them back up and get straight to work again.
So now you’ve come down to your final option, after many trials of different studying tactics, you’re down to the worst one of them all. Calling Sunghoon. Which really isn’t the worst thing in the world, but to you right now, in your very bad state of frustration and anger, this is probably your worst idea yet, because of how serious he would take this.
You click on his contact, pressing the call button and waiting for him to pick up, which he does almost immediately.
“Yes baby? What do you need?” You hear him say over the phone, responding with a quiet ‘uhm..’, he urges you to speak up. “Do you think you could come over hoonie?” You say, “I kinda need some–“
“I’ll be there in a few, sweetheart.”
And just as soon as he speaks, he ends the call immediately.
Knowing how fast Sunghoon would probably get to your house, you jolt up and run to your bathroom immediately. Splashing cold water on your face to get rid of the puffiness caused by your crying. Looking in the mirror to see if he could maybe even tell you were crying just by glancing at you for a little too long.
Well you definitely weren’t thorough enough about hiding your whole meltdown, because as soon as you let him in the front door—the first question that comes out of his mouth is, ‘Were you just crying?’.
“Just come in,” you say, already annoyed that he could already tell. “I’ve been studying for hours hoonie, hours! And I still can’t seem to get the hang of—“ He stops you in your tracks, grabbing you by your cheeks and saying, “I’ll help you baby, but first things first I’ve got to get my kiss.” With a quite adorable roll of your eyes (if you were to ask Sunghoon) you grab his wrists, stand up on your tip-toes, and give him a quick peck on his lips.
Sunghoon—who’s smiling ear to ear like he’s just won the lottery— grabs your hand and drags you to your bedroom.
📝
“Baby, you have to calm down, crying is just going to make it harder on you” Sunghoon says, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs.
Both of you have now spent around 45 minutes trying to help you figure out what any of this work means. Your breathing is becoming harsher and faster, not too focused on calming down right now.
“B–but… it just doesn’t make any sense” you choke on a sob during that last word. “Which is why you need to calm down, sweetheart,” He says. “Breathe with me, okay?” You slightly nod and his chest rises and falls with slow breathes, trying your best to match them considering the terrible case of hiccups you’re having, it works.
“Breathe in… Breathe out…” he repeats about four times. “See? You’re feeling better already right?” You breathe out a ‘yes’ and nod your head. “I think it’s time we’re done here for tonight, you need to rest, overloading your brain with information isn’t going to help it stay in your head.”
“But…” You stutter out, “The test is in two days hoonie, I need to study.” The furrow in your brows gets deeper as you continue to speak.
Sunghoon shuts it down almost instantly, unplugging your laptop, closing your notebook, and turning off the lamp on your desk. “Baby. I’m not going to sit here and watch you stress out over this, you need rest and this is the only time I’m going to tell you.”
You look down at the floor as he continues, “Have you even eaten at all today? Let alone at least take a break?” You shake your head softly and look up, the disappointment on his face hurts to see for yourself, and you finally understand that it’s time for a break.
“I-I’m sorry hoonie… I’m just stressed, okay?” Is all you can say as he stands up.
“No need for apologies, yeah? I just don’t want my sweet girl to stress out over this again.” You nod silently as he continues, “I’m going to go make dinner, and what you’re gonna do is go get ready for bed, shower, change, whatever you need to do, alright?”, A silent ‘alright’ falls from your lips and as he goes into the kitchen, you wipe your face and get ready for bed.
📝
After an hour and a half, already full and sleepy, you’re both in your bed sitting in silence watching some new movie that’s just come out. You’re the first to speak up, “Hoonie?” You say, “Can you stay over tonight?”
“Of course, Princess.” He responds by peppering kisses all over your face until you’ve fallen asleep.
And in the next few minutes, you’ve long forgotten about your upcoming test, about how you’ve barely studied, and really, even though you hated the idea of him coming over at first, all you really needed was for sunghoon to come over and calm you down.
“I love you, crybaby” He says right as you drift off.
This is my enhablr debut and I already feel like I’m starting off so weak 😣 this has sooooo many plot holes and I feel like a skipped over so much but reblogs and likes are appreciated, please don’t give any feedback unless positive and I do not accept constructive criticism !! 💟💟
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