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─ ABOUT ME
NAME. AGE. PRO. MBTI: tara. 2O. she/her. istp
ULTS: sabrina carpenter
OTHERS: ariana grande, blackpink, boyz II men, iu, lana del rey, ne-yo, sza, taylor swift, the weeknd, yerin baek
LIKES: cats, chocolates, cute stuffs, listening to musics, rain, rnb songs, subby men, thriller/mystery movies
DISLIKES: cockroaches, deep sea, spiders, toxic people . . .
warnings: unprotected sex (be safe), use of the pull out method (do not do this), piv, tit sucking, nipple play, mutual masturbation, some indecent public acts, mentions of vomit, alcolohol consumption, heeseung is so bad at communicating it is actually physically painful, jake is still annoying and hoon is a film bro oh god
word count: 8.6k
a/n: pls don't gut me ik this took forever but i hope its worth it at least lawl enjoy yourselves (but not too much......) also someone needs to take ellipses away from me. also not proofread
read part 1 and part 2 first or else this won't make a ton of sense
[shithead]: you guys wanna come to the cave to play smash? i got some more of that indica and jay finally cleaned his bong 🙄
[grandfather]: come on dude it wasn’t even that dirty
[cullen tease]:..... no comment
[cullen tease]: but yea i’m down
[grandfather]: what about heeseung?
[shithead]: idk… it’s just been radio silence from him for like 3 days
[cullen tease]: yea what happened to him?
[grandfather]: well the last time we talked to him was right before he hung out with y/n sooo
[shithead]: no way
[shithead]: do you think she fucked him so hard he passed out for three whole days?
[cullen tease]: shut the fuck up jaeyun
[shithead]: i’m just saying!!! if i had a hot roommate like that i would gladly let her destroy me
[cullen tease]: that’s because you’re a man whore
[grandfather]: come on guys cut it out, you know how heeseung tends to get
[grandfather]: emotional
[cullen tease]: that’s the understatement of the year
[shithead]: wait what if…….
[shithead]: she killed him
[grandfather]: you’re an idiot
[shithead]: it’s a possibility! what if it’s like a jennifer’s body type situation
[cullen tease]: hold up, you’ve seen jennifer’s body?
[shithead]: duh… it has megan fox in it
[grandfather]: okay let's not stray from the situation at hand
[shithead]: wait hoon why is it so surprising that i’ve seen jennifer’s body?
[cullen tease]: i just didn’t peg you as the type of guy to enjoy films like that
[shithead]: what the fuck does that mean
[grandfather]: guys
[cullen tease]: dude come on, your favourite movie is grown ups 2
[shithead]: what’s wrong with grown ups 2?
[cullen tease]: what’s wrong with it is that it’s trash
[shithead]: are you fr? it is a cinematic masterpiece and i don’t appreciate you acting all high and mighty because you’re a fucking film major who likes boring and sad movies like the godfather or whatever
[grandfather]: can you two shut the fuck up? we need to figure out what’s going on with hee
[adult virgin]: i’m not dead
[cullen tease]: heeseung!
[grandfather]: heeseung!
[shithead]: heeseung! you’re alive!!!
[grandfather]: how you doin’ buddy?
[shithead]: yea what went down with you and sexy roomie at the drive-in? i just know the two of you got up to some freaky shit
[grandfather]: jaeyun i swear to god
[adult virgin]: i don’t wanna talk about it
[cullen tease]: uh oh
[shithead]: oh shit
[grandfather]: oh jeez
[shithead]: jay you question why we call you grandfather when you say shit like ‘oh jeez’
[grandfather]: now’s not the time jake
[cullen tease]: come on heeseung, i’m sure it wasn’t that bad
[adult virgin]: i’m never going on a date again
[shithead]: wait i thought you said it wasn’t a date???
[grandfather]: jake you are one text away from getting kicked out of this group chat
[cullen tease]: i say we kick him out now
[adult virgin]: can you guys please stop blowing up my phone?
[shithead]: no can do my friend
[shithead]: it’s time for an intervention
[adult virgin]: i’m good
[adult virgin]: the last thing i need right now is you guys screaming at me while i’m trying to cope
[shithead]: too late, jay’s already got the car running. i’m bringing weed!
[cullen tease]: i’ll bring the funyuns
[shithead]: see you soon hee!
[adult virgin]: guys fr i just wanna be alone
[adult virgin]: guys?
bang bang bang!!!
heeseung recoils when he hears his friends banging on his front door a mere 11 minutes after they said they were coming; a mere 11 minutes after he explicitly told them not to. he recoils even more when he hears you open the door for them.
“oh, hey y/n…” jay does nothing to try to hide his discontent when he sees you open the door and not his heartbroken friend.
jake, who’s lowkey wanted to bang you since heeseung first moved in with you, pays no mind to his friend's wariness and envelops you in a rib-crushing hug whilst shouting “i haven’t seen you in forever!!!!!”
“hey guys!” you say with a soft smile before patting jake on the shoulder in an attempt to let him know that he’s stealing all of your oxygen, “come in, can i get you anything?”
jay just scoffs, “no thanks y/n, we don’t need anything from you.”
a somewhat puzzled look makes its way onto your face, “ok… well heeseungs in his room if that’s what you’re here for.” you nonchalantly motion down the hall before returning to the kitchen, leaving the three boys alone in the foyer.
“damn jay, you could’ve been a little nicer. we still don’t know what even went down between them, remember?” sunghoon murmurs while leading the way to heeseungs bedroom.
“i guess we’re about to find out,” jay holds his breath before tentatively knocking on heeseungs door before opening it and stepping inside.
when heeseung sees his friends open his door and step into his room, he rolls over so his back is facing them. he thought he was very clear that he is not in the mood to talk. nevertheless, the three of them stride into his room like a boy band and close the door behind them. heeseung hopes they pay no mind to the piles and piles of bunched up kleenex littering his room that are all shrivelled up from his tears.
“heeeyyy buddy!” jay croons to his dishevelled friend as if he’s talking to a puppy or small child.
“damnnnn hee, that must’ve been some good pussy if it’s got you acting like this!!!” jake exclaims, which earns him an elbow in the ribs.
“didn’t i tell you guys not to come? i’m trying to latibulate in peace,” heeseung groans, his voice so monotonous and strained it sounds almost robotic.
“come on, you didn’t seriously think we were gonna listen to you, right?” sunghoon says matter-of-factly, his ebony bangs covering his eyes and making him look eerily mysterious.
heeseung just sighs. he feels his mattress shift underneath him and looks over to see that jay has taken a seat on the edge of his bed, his eyes full of what appears to be mostly concern, some disgust as he swipes a couple of dirty tissues onto the floor (he tries to cover this up with a crooked smile).
“sooo what happened?” jake breaks the silence and asks the question that’s sitting on the tip of everyone’s tongue. heeseung, now in a seated position, places his head between his knees and does his best to swallow his shame before retelling the event that took place a few days prior.
“well, we went to the drive-in…” he starts, voice muffled due to his head hanging low, “and at first it was fine, but then… an… intimate scene came on.”
sunghoon hangs his head at this, seemingly knowing where the story is going.
heeseung can’t bare to look at his friends faces as he proceeds, his cheeks ablaze with embarrassment as he recounts his unintentional virginity reveal, the two of you freaking it whilst surrounded by other movie goers, and the painful, painful silence that enveloped him for the rest of the night.
“and then she just… didn’t say anything. why the fuck didn’t she say anything???!!!!” he whines, his tone a complete 180 from what it was when he first spoke to his friends a short 3 minutes ago.
seemingly at a loss for words, jay just rests his hand on his friends shoulder, offering a gentle pat while sunghoon mumbles a quiet but heart-felt ‘beats me’ from where he’s leaning against heeseungs wall.
“females are so difficult to understand.”
“don’t say females jake, it makes you sound like an incel,” sunghoon suspires, the frayed ends of his hair fluttering in the process, “maybe she just thought you wanted to get it over with? or that you wanted something casual?”
“i don’t do casual.”
“okay, and how the fuck is she supposed to know that?” sunghoon retorts, defending you since you’re unable to defend yourself - jake subtly nods in agreeance.
“i don’t know! she’s way more emotionally intelligent than all of us combined so i thought that maybe she’d… pick up on it or something.” heeseung feels his energy depleting and he longs to simply curl up under his duvet and sleep the rest of the day away - or maybe the whole week actually.
“heeseung,” jay sympathizes, “we know you like y/n… but maybe it's just not gonna work out.”
jake interjects, “yea, and if she can’t see what an absolute package you are right now then maybe she never will! it’s her loss really,” he nods enthusiastically while looking at jay and sunghoon, prompting them to do the same - they do.
heeseung, with swollen cheeks and a bruised heart, can only offer a quiet “thanks guys” while wishing for the tears threatening to spill from the corners of his eyes to go away. he knows that moving on from you, whilst being extremely difficult, is the best thing to do.
after heeseungs feeble thanks, the room falls silent. so silent only that the hum of the a/c is the only detectable sound - that, and the steady inhales and exhales of the 4 boys trapped in heeseungs stuffy bedroom. someone exhales before the shuffling of feet and the creaking of floorboards can be heard. heeseung hardly has any time to react before something (or someone?) is flying through the air and is on track to land directly on top of him.
“DOG PILE ON HEESEUNG!!!” jake shouts while full-on launching himself onto heeseungs body, effectively squashing him into his mattress. the weight of his friend knocks the wind out of him and heeseung barely manages to croak “jaeyun what the fuc-” before the weight is doubled, then tripled as sunghoon and jay follow suit.
it’s hard to tell whose limbs belong to who as heeseungs friends tussle his hair and squeeze his cheeks (and crush his rib cage, but that’s besides the point) in an attempt to get their glum, heartbroken friend to cheer up. and, for the first time in days, a smile appears on heeseungs face.
order confirmed. you will be updated when your food is en route for delivery.
as if on cue, heeseung’s stomach lets out a cavernous growl. he pats it comfortingly as if to say ‘it’s ok, soon you’ll be filled to the brim with an ice cold baja blast and 2 crunch wrap supremes. just hold on a little longer.’
nothing quite like eating away all of your sorrows.
it’s easy to forget how pivotal a kitchen is in one’s everyday life until it’s stripped away from you like a baby from its mother. ok, maybe not stripped away. more like consciously avoiding it to make sure that you don’t have an awkward run in with your roommate who performed oral sex on you several days ago and is now sending you mixed signals. the thought of having to hold an actual conversation with you makes heeseungs skin crawl.
he’s been successfully avoiding you for 4 days now, ensuring that he only leaves his room when absolutely necessary - and only doing so when he’s positive that you’re in your room or out of the house. before exiting his bedroom he spends minutes with his ear pressed up to his flimsy bedroom door, making sure the coast is clear before making a break for it.
one may think he’s being extra. just talk to her for crying out loud! but heeseung has managed to convince himself that you think he’s bottom of the barrel scum; the last piece of bread that always gets tossed; the mosquito on your wall that you whack with a rolled up newspaper as soon as you see it.
trash!
and so, he spends his days rotting away in his bedroom, his mattress now donning a permanent indent of the shape of his body; his trash can overflowing with wrappers from taco bell and mcdonalds; his laptop struggling to keep up with all of the mind-numbing streaming of shitty television he’s been doing.
one time he gave into his hopeless romantic side and watched the notebook but it made him cry so hard he woke up with a migraine. another time he got an ad for top gun: maverick and he wanted to die. stupid top gun. stupid tom cruise. stupid miles teller with his stupid moustache. now, he sticks to scrolling through tik tok and watching reruns of below deck sailing yacht and survivor.
he can feel his eyes starting to get heavy when a vibration from his phone jolts him back to reality, scrambling to find the device that he so mindlessly tossed underneath his comforter. his fingers finally come in contact with it, and he peers at the lit-up screen.
your food has been delivered. receipt/tip available.
yes! it feels as if his stomach has been quite literally eating itself for the past half hour, so heeseung leaps up at the prospect of soon having food in his belly. in fact he’s so excited at the idea of his taco bell order waiting for him that the thought of doing his ritualistic check to make sure he won’t have a run-in with you completely slips his mind.
so, when he swings open his door and bolts down the hallway, head filled with nothing but thoughts of chowing down on a tortilla filled with meat, lettuce and cheese, his heart practically falls to his stomach when instead he almost literally runs into you. you, holding a glass of water with your eyes wide like a fawn, taking in heeseungs dishevelled appearance after not seeing him for over half a week.
shit.
shitshitshitshitshitshit.
this was not supposed to happen.
“heeseung!” you say with enthusiasm (and a bit of concern).
it is in this very moment that heeseung fully understands what a deer must feel like when falling in front of the headlights of an oncoming vehicle - frozen.
“uh…. heeey y/n.” his throat feels like it’s about to close. is he having an allergic reaction to you?
seeing as plan a (get his food and go back to his room while avoiding you all together) has fallen through, he attempts to resort to plan b: grab taco bell bag and run like hell back to the safety of his bedroom.
unfortunately plan b also falls through, for once he worms himself to the front door and grabs the slightly warm paper bag and drink left on his porch he whips around only to see you standing in front of him, blocking his path to the safe haven that is his musty bedroom, (he’s reminded of admiral ackbar in episode vi of star wars - ‘it’s a trap!!!’).
“wait, can we talk?” your face is one of disquietude, “i feel like you’ve been… avoiding me.”
upon hearing your concerns, heeseung does what he’s best at - playing dumb.
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”
your face quickly changes, brows furrowed and eyes slightly squinted as if to say ‘are you shitting me?’. in a split second it seems as if you’re able to read heeseung like an open book, much to his dismay, before you open your mouth to speak again.
“did… did what i do at the drive-in make you uncomfortable?”
“no…” more like what you didn’t do - profess your undying love and devotion to him with tears in your eyes while he reassures you that he feels the same way and the two of you ride off into the sunset on a horse and start a new life in venice or kyoto or somewhere romantic and secluded.
“okay, so then why are you acting so weird?”
“i’m… stressed. sooo stressed. classes are killing me and i have a huge paper due soon.” liar. he’s excelling in all of his classes and doesn’t have anything due for another 5 days.
“oh, well what’s it about? maybe i can help you!” you offer while taking a step towards him. usually his heart would be leaping at the prospect of the two of you having some one on one time even if it is for a class, but right now that’s the last thing he needs.
“it’s about….. shakespeare.”
“shakespeare? i thought you were an engineering major-”
“it’s an elective. i’m very interested in classical literature.” no he’s not.
“oh, nice. hey why are you talking so weirdly? you sound like siri when i ask her a question.”
that’s it. he needs to get out of this conversation before he raises any more suspicion.
“i’m way deep into the academic headspace. speaking of,” he motions towards his bedroom door with his index finger, “i need to get back to work.” more like he needs to wallow in his own self-pity.
“wait, can we talk more? i still feel like you’re not telling me something,” you say while looking like a kicked puppy, and heeseung tries to not fall into your glassy, pleading gaze.
“it’s fine y/n, i get it.” he thinks you’re the light of his life and you think of him as your loser roommate who was all whiny about being a virgin so you did what you needed to do to shut him up. case closed.
“get… what?”
heeseung doesn’t respond, doesn’t give you the time of day. he simply exits the kitchen and closes his bedroom door behind him. he spares no final glance behind him because he knows the sight of you standing there with a hurt and perplexed look on your face will have him crawling back to you on his hands and knees.
instead, he shuffles into bed and tries to focus on whatever he was watching on his laptop prior to the most painful conversation he’s ever had in his entire life, his now tepid crunch wrap sitting in his limp grasp.
salty crocodile tears start rolling down his cheeks for the nth time this week.
“i am gonna get sooo many bitches tonight.”
“you shouldn’t call women bitches jake, that’s rude.”
pre-gaming in the cave before going out is a must. the four guys play a couple rounds of pong and flip cup while jay and jake chug putrid pilsner’s and pabst blue ribbons while sunghoon and heeseung opt for a much more tame rum and coke.
tonight he’s being dragged to a place he seldom ventures: a club.
heeseung doesn’t really like clubs.
he prefers bars where he can sit and drink and talk to his friends instead of clubs where he has to (attempt to) dance and drink and shout over the blasting music to communicate with anyone. alas, jake was adamant on going to this one particular place downtown where apparently he got with 3 different girls in one night (everyone knows that’s definitely not true, but they continue to humour him).
furthermore, his friends have decided that the financial blow of cover fees and shots at a club is worth getting heeseung up and out of his frowsty bedroom that has somewhat turned into something you would see on an episode of hoarders, so tonight’s outing will be free (for him at least).
“okay hee,” jake grabs his friend by the shoulders and shakes him aggressively, as if they’re two football players about to head onto the field, “gimme the game plan for tonight broski.”
“i’m gonna forget about y/n, and i’m gonna find a pretty girl,” heeseung says in the most sportsmanlike manner he can conjure up, “and i’m gonna fu…… i’m gonna make love to her.”
jake simply shakes his head in dismay, “no heeseung, you’re gonna fuck her. got it? go ahead, say it.”
“i’m gonna…” his neck feels like it’s flaring up, “i can’t say it, it feels rude and misogynistic.”
“dude, girls like to get fucked. they think it’s hot!!! now say ‘fuck’,” jake attests before staring at heeseung expectantly.
“okay………………. fuck.”
“hell yea bro! fuck!” jay joins in while clapping heeseung on the back in support.
“yea, fuck!!!”
“FUCK!!!!!!” sunghoon joins as well.
“FUUUUUUCK!!!” heeseung screams. the liquor in his bloodstream, while not copious, is making him feel fuzzy.
and finally, jake closes it out with, “LETS GO FUCK SHIT UP BROS!!!!!!” before storming out of the door with sunghoon following suit.
jay swings a beefy arm around heeseungs blocky shoulders and drags him along, the two of them soon catching up to hoon and jake who are whooping and hollering about god knows what. in the back of heeseungs mind he wonders what he’s gotten himself into.
immediately upon arrival heeseung is reminded once again of his detestment for clubs. they’re too loud and ho, and impersonal.
the floors and walls are shaking with some throwback early 2000’s pop song and after about 10 seconds the soles of his shoes are already covered in sticky syrup from spilled drinks. he follows his friends into the sea of people trying to get drunk or trying to get laid or both.
in the midst of the crowd he brushes shoulders with a guy he swears he’s seen before, a tall brute guy with blonde hair tied into a man bun and a red flannel hugging his shoulders (who wears a flannel to a club?), but he can’t quite remember when and where they’ve crossed paths before.
as sunghoon shoulders his way to the bar to order a round of tequila shots, heeseung stays planted to his spot on the floor, his eyes scanning his surroundings and taking everything in to the best of his abilities considering that purple and blue LED lights are painting everyone and everything within the establishment.
his eyes make their way from the bar to the dance floor to a section of stand-up tables, where he finds a pretty girl in leather pants and a cheetah print corset top staring right back at him. when their gaze’s connect she flashes him a small smile, which he returns.
“jake,” heeseung smacks his friend’s shoulder, “that girl won’t stop staring at me.”
“see hee! we told you you’d pull someone.”
he smirks, then panics, “what should i do?”
“what’s going on?” sunghoon turns around with four shooters balanced between his spindly ple fingers, each one filled with a menacing clear liquor that will ultimately decide his fate this evening. you’re not you when you’re sober but you’re you when you’re drunk!
jake grabs a shot greedily, like a leprechaun stumbling upon a pot of gold, “some chick is ogling at hee.”
sunghoon’s lip curls upwards, “lets go dawg!” he cheers while passing heeseung a shot as if it's a reward for receiving attention from a woman.
heeseung stares at the tequila in the glass he’s holding with his thumb and index finger; it stares back at him. in one swift move he downs it, then does the same with jake’s, jay’s, and finally sunghoon’s, who all stare at him in disbelief. he tries his best to not make a sour face, but he can’t hold back the deep cough that leaps out of him as the tequila burns his throat on its way down his esophagus and into his stomach.
“wow, okay.” jay says in astonishment, which prompts him to start laughing; everyone else begins to laugh as well, including heeseung.
“go talk to her shithead!” jake exclaims while shoving heeseung towards the mystery girl and her friends with much more force than necessary, making him stumble over his own feet much like bambi attempting to walk for the first time.
when he’s close enough he flashes her a toothy grin, his eyes trained on hers; her pupils look like deep pools of ink in the scarcity of good lighting. she just looks at him, a pretty smile painted on her face that pushes the apples of her cheeks to the sky.
“hey.”
“hi~”
“i’m heeseung.”
“okay heeseung, wanna dance?”
“uh sure!” he exclaims, albeit maybe a little too much excitement in his inflection.
the cheetah girl doesn’t say anything, just grabs his hand by the wrist (and thank god his wrist because his palms are embarrassingly sweaty) and drags him in the general direction of the dance floor. before he becomes completely swallowed by the mass of swaying bodies, he catches sunghoon and jay giving him a thumbs up from across the room - jake is too busy making out with someone to do the same.
heeseung feels the fabric of his shirt sticking to his chest and lower back as he gets mixed up with the plethora of other sweaty bodies, trying to move in a sensual yet confident way that hopefully impresses the pretty girl he’s praying he’ll go home with. with his nose tucked into the crook of her neck he rocks his body against hers to the beat of the music, his pelvis bumping against her ass methodically.
“you’re so cute!” she squeals at his awkward attempt to grind up on her.
dear god. when oh when will he ever the patronizing, dehumanizing, emasculating label of ‘cute’? cute is what you say when you see a nest of baby bunnies, or an elderly couple on a date. heeseung is a grown man, he should be called handsome, statuesque, sexy even!!!
nevertheless, heeseung attempts to not let cheetah girl’s comment sour his mood. she’ll see how manly he really is, he’ll show her. in fact he’ll show her right now!
in this very moment he discovers why alcohol has been gifted the name of liquid courage since before he can even process what he’s doing he’s pulling cheetah girl out of the stuffy crowd of inebriated club goers, dragging her to an empty bathroom stall, and placing his tequila coated lips on hers.
she immediately reciprocates, because why else would she be giving him bedroom eyes across a crowded club if she didn’t want something along this vein to occur? despite being a virgin (? does getting your dick suck count as a loss of virginity?), he has made out with multiple girls on multiple different occasions prior to this one, so he lets his mouth and tongue and hands act on their own accord.
it feels as if his brain is swimming inside of his skull, making all of his senses blurred and fuzzy like tv static. he feels a pair of teeth sinking into his bottom teeth and he groans, his eyes squeezing shut impossibly tighter and his fingers digging into cheetah girl’s hips. she emits and airy moan in response, allowing heeseung to slot his tongue against hers - he tastes the vodka mixed with cranberry juice she was drinking when he approached her on the inside of her mouth.
the tip of his nose continuously bumps against hers as he sloppy sucks on her tongue and her teeth, his lips soon detaching to make their way across her jaw and down her neck. there he sinks his canines into her skin, causing her to hiss in both pleasure and pain before exhaling blissfully, her hot breath fanning across heeseung face as he reverts to kissing her on the mouth once again.
from the dj booth he hears the intro of a song that has his eyes shooting open - baby one more time by britney spears. the song that you alway play when you’re getting ready to go out, the song he chose to play during the car ride to the drive-in. he feels a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he thinks about the way you touched him that night, the way you wrapped your hand and lips around his cock without a second thought. his jaw slacks and his hands fall to his sides as his brain starts to move at a million miles per hour.
a mouth that’s not yours is pressed against his while a tongue that’s not yours slips inside and traces his teeth. heeseung can hear his pulse in his ears beating faster than the bass that vibrates the floors and the walls and the ceiling of the club that he now so desperately wishes he wasn’t in. a hand that isn’t yours pops the button of his jeans and slips past the waistband of his underwear. all he can think is how this feels so not… right. none of this is right!
without properly thinking he somewhat shoves the pretty but unknown girl off of him, prompting her to shout “what the fuck asshole??!!?” before storming out of the stall and off to find her friends to undoubtedly complain about what a selfish prick he is. but honestly, he doesn’t care. all he can think about is you and your touch and everything you encompass.
with a considerable amount of shoving heeseung makes his way outside, paying no mind to the select people that shoot him dirty looks after getting elbowed in the side. too inebriated to consider ordering an uber or calling a cab, he begins the 20 minute trek back to his apartment where he’s praying that you’re still residing, likely settled in your bed reading a book or watching season 2 of the bear. the cool night air stings his lungs as he trips and stumbles on the concrete with every other step he takes on his way back home, his way back to you.
being outside does absolutely nothing to sober heeseung up (especially considering that he downed 4 tequila shots not so long ago), and when the familiar front door of your shared rental house comes into view he practically runs to it, swinging it open and letting it bang against the wall before calling your name and jogging down the hallway. his shoes clomp against the hardwood floors as he approaches your door, the soft yellow glow emanating from underneath it the only source of light in the dark hallway.
“y/n?” heeseung barges into your bedroom, almost ripping your door off of its hinges in the process. once inside he sees you perched on your bed, your sheets pulled over your bent knees and a book with a splotchy blue cover in your grasp.
“what are you doing?” he questions you breathlessly.
your glance shifts from heeseung to the open book in your hands then back to heeseung, “reading?”
“oh, duh,” he pretends to facepalm while chuckling, your eyes still trained on his with a glint of scepticism. the gravity of his situation starts to dawn on him and he braces himself against your doorframe in an attempt to get the floor to stop spinning.
you furrow your brows and stare at heeseung pointedly, “are you drunk?”
“a little,” he hiccups, “actually a lot, but that’s besides the point.” finally he feels the courage he had 20 minutes ago at the club surge through him once more and he stumbles into your room, stopping at the corner of your bed and gazing down on you like you’re an ant.
“i have to tell you something.”
“okay.”
silence.
“...what do you wanna tell me?”
“oh, right.” come on heeseung, it’s now or never. he decides to take a seat on the edge of your bed so he’s looking directly at you, and he picks at the holes in his jeans as he ponders how to start.
“uhh… i really like the way you fold the dish towels in the kitchen.”
a look of shock makes its way onto your face - you definitely weren’t expecting him to say that of all things. before you can utter a word, a sound even, heeseung starts to ramble.
“and you smell really nice. like, really nice. and i think you’re really pretty, e-even when you’re angry, like when i wake you up to ask for a ride to campus when i’ve missed the bus. and i like how you chew on the inside of your cheek when you’re focused, and how you ruffle my hair when i say something stupid… which is a lot.”
he pauses briefly to catch his breath, then continues on, “and i don’t let anyone eat my lucky charms except for you, n-not even my friends when they spend the night, because i know they remind you of being a kid and that you like to pick out the clover shaped marshmallows. and i like the way you draw smiley faces in the condensation on the mirror in the bathroom after you shower, and the way you exclusively listen to stevie nicks when you’re cleaning, an-”
“heeseung,” you interject, causing him to draw in a shaky inhale, “what are you trying to say?”
“what i’m trying to say is that i lo-” nope!!!!!! waaay too soon. luckily even drunk heeseung can recognize the damage an actual profession of love would cause. thank god he caught himself.
“i really really like you, ok? and i feel like you just see me as a-” here come the waterworks, “as a looooserrrrrrrr,” try as he might, heeseung can’t stop the pathetic, drunken sobs that escape his trembling lips.
“oh god, heeseung-” your feeble voice does little to drown out the wails emanating from the drunken boy perched on the corner of your bed, his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed pink; you’re unsure if it’s from the alcohol or the crying.
half a week of pent up confusion and sadness and heartbreak escapes him in the form of reverberating howls, his shoulders shaking even after you place a comforting hand on his back in an attempt to calm him down.
“and when you did… that at the drive-in, i thought that maybe meant that you liked me too.” he sniffles before wiping his nose with his sleeve; you reach over to your night stand and hand him a tissue.
“oh jesus, i’m so sorry hee i didn’t mean to confuse you i just-” you take a second to collect your thoughts, your thumb still caressing heeseungs backs through his shirt, “the way you were talking just made it seem like you just wanted to get it over with,” your hand doesn’t leave his back, “like, no strings attached, you know?”
“no… not no strings attached. i want strings attached. i want exclusivity. i want you.” his tears roll down to his mouth and he can taste the salt on his tongue.
“heeseung…” you all but whisper, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
he wants to say more, only when he tries to formulate his thoughts into words, he finds himself yaking all over your floor before passing out.
pain.
the first thing heeseung feels when he wakes up is pain.
not mental pain, which is what he’s felt for the past 5 days, but physical pain. an aching headache that shoots up from the base of his skull and wraps around to his forehead and flares at the back of his eyeballs. it’s settled, he is never touching alcohol ever again.
an acidic burn tickles his throat, and soon the memories from last night come flooding back to him. the cheetah girl at the club, the solemn and unsobering walk home, the drunken confession, and lastly, the puking.
he cracks his eyes open and immediately recoils, for the golden glow of the morning sun increases the aching in his head and behind his eyes tenfold. jesus, what time is it? a couple of blinks help his eyes adjust to the light, and he becomes aware of the figure sitting to the right of him. in a split second he soon realizes that he’s in your room, tucked under your sheets, inhaling the scent of your shampoo that’s become permanently woven into your pillows.
oh? oh. oh god. did you two….?
heeseungs restlessness draws your attention, and soon you're gazing down at him with a soft expression that makes heeseung feel all soft like honey.
“hey sleeping beauty.” you tease, your eyes still puffy with traces of sleep and the book you were reading before he oh so rudely interrupted you last night is in your hands again - a well-loved copy of murakami’s kafka on the shore, which you place on your nightstand for the sake of passing heeseung a tall glass of water and an advil. he downs both immediately.
“please tell me that the image i have of myself puking on your floor is something my brain conjured up while i was sleeping and not something that actually happened,” he rasps, throat stinging and nose stuffy.
“hate to break it to ya buddy,” you tsk while nodding sympathetically, “but that actually happened.”
heeseung shoves his head into your pillow, his thumbs pressing against his closed eyelids both in an attempt to relieve the ache and as an act of shame. he groans aloud, “oh god y/n i am so sorry, i-”
“heeseung it’s o-kay,” you punctuate, “shit happens.”
still unable to look at you, heeseung just nods, the friction from your silk pillowcase making a couple strands of his hair stand on end.
“besides, it was mostly clear,” you look off into the distance, “mostly.”
a second of quiet, and then you ask him, “how much of last night do you remember?”
he rolls onto his back, index and middle fingers of his right hand pinching the bridge of his nose, “most of it, it guess. i remember going out with my friends, stumbling back here and… telling you that i like you…”
“actually i believe you said that you really, really like me.” your sleep swollen lips curve into a teasing smirk.
“fuck off,” he jeers while playfully pushing your shoulder.
“woah!!! lee heeseung drops f-bombs now eh?”
he just chuckles, his hands moving to pass through his frazzled hair. as he shifts under your poofy comforter he realizes he’s still donning the clothes he wore last night - spare for his shoes, which he’s assuming you took off of him and likely put them on the shoe rack by the front door.
a silence settles over the two of you, but this time it’s comfortable. it’s not estranged or pointed, but hospitable.
“i didn’t know you felt that way about me.” you state. it’s not a positive or negative statement, simply neutral; an admission.
heeseung doesn’t say anything, just gazes at your side profile and admires the way your eyelashes grace the tops of your cheeks, the way your top lip converges at your cupids bow, the way your cheekbones are dotted with blemishes.
“can i kiss you?” he asks, “please?”
a plea.
and, in your secluded bedroom on this bright saturday morning, you answer him by pressing your lips to his.
it’s strange, since heeseung can’t seem to discern any actual sensations, he just feels incredibly warm. warm and soft, like taffy that’s been left out and has melted in the glow of the sun. his heart is flipping inside of the cage that is his ribs as he pushes his pursed lips against yours in reciprocation.
you detach your lips from his for a second only to reattach them moments later in a deeper, more passionate kiss that heeseung exhales into, the tip of his nose gracing yours as he tilts his head to sink impossibly deeper into you. his curious hands make their way up to the back of your neck where he grabs ahold and pulls you against him so your torso is on top of his own, your heart beating against his.
underneath the confines of your comforter heeseung feels your leg glide against his own, the sheets crinkling and tangling in the process. his mouth continues to dance against yours with his tongue experimentally poking out every so often before he pushes it past your lips and into your hot mouth. a whimper makes its way out of you and heeseung swears that if he were standing his knees surely would’ve given out from underneath him.
“heeseung…” you whine before nipping at his cushiony bottom lip, sucking at it to soothe the sting - and to make heeseung swoon even more. ugh! he just can’t get enough of you and your sickeningly sweet demeanour.
as you continue to kiss and suck at heeseung pouty lips and perfect teeth you become more and more restless, your hands moving to smooth over the expanse of his chest and the tops of his shoulders where they come to rest. the palms of your hands are soft and delicate and they send a shiver down heeseung’s spine as he feels them grace his cloth covered skin that’s slightly damp with sweat.
with (what seems like) some reluctance, you remove your mouth from heeseung’s with a wet smack. when he cracks open his eyes he finds you beholding him wistfully, your pupils dilated and lips swollen and glossy with lip gloss of his own making.
“can you show me how you get yourself off?”
your voice is deep and slow; sultry, like a glass of oxblood coloured cabernet sauvignon. his breath hitches in his throat once he fully registers the request you just made. show you? on his own??? he does his best to swallow his nerves.
“sure,” heeseung agrees bashfully, “if you can do the same.”
“okay.” you smile before tossing the blankets off of both of your hot bodies. a much welcomed gust of cool air causes heeseung to erupt in a fit of goosebumps (although he’s not quite sure if that’s from the change in temperature or his current predicament).
unsure of what to do next, he waits to follow your lead. with hungry eyes he watches you pull of your pyjama bottoms before tossing them in a heap on the floor, leaving you in a pair of plain light blue panties and an oversized band tee. in somewhat of a rush heeseung fumbles with the hardware of his jeans, struggling to pop the button and tug down the copper zipper at the fault of his nerves. eventually he does so successfully, discarding his bottoms before becoming stuck in limbo.
with deft fingers you begin to drag the hem of your shirt upwards, exposing more and more of your torso before stopping once you reach your sternum. the soft underside of your breasts are just barely peeking out from underneath the fabric.
heeseung watches with wide eyes and a painfully hard cock as you slip your hand underneath the waistband of your panties in one swift motion, a motion that he’s sure you’ve done hundreds of times before this. his brain swims as he thinks about all of the times you’ve touched yourself in this very room, in this very bed.
your knuckles strain and push at the fabric of your underwear as you play with yourself, your chest rising and falling steadily but with slightly more erraticism than before. heeseung follows in your footsteps and reaches to the thick elastic waistband of his boxers, hesitating for only a second before pushing the garment down to his hips, allowing his hard cock to slap against his tense stomach. he spits in his palm before wrapping his hand around the base of his shaft, giving it a few tentative strokes and watching the way his stomach spasms.
“i don’t think i said this before,” you purr, “but you have a really nice cock heeseung.”
your admittance has heeseung overheating, his cheeks and chest flushing a pretty shade of pink. his stomach twists and churns and he slowly starts to jerk himself knowing that you’re watching his every move, like a vulture stalking its pretty. to distract himself from his own ministrations heeseung looks at you, his gaze travelling from your hand in your panties to your chest to your face where he finds you staring back at him, causing him to quickly look away out of sheer embarrassment of being caught.
“what do you think about when you touch yourself?”
you. obviously.
but he doesn’t say that.
he just remains quiet, his eyes darting from place to place but of course, no answer does not satiate your appetite for knowledge, so you push further.
“do you think about me?”
yes. obviously.
he nods steadily in response before realizing that that simply isn’t a satisfactory response.
“always.” his voice is small yet unwavering.
you smile at his admittance, eyes hazy with desire and your cheek squished against your pillow due to your head being turned towards him. breathy moans and pleas tumble past your lips as you finger yourself, your hips rolling into the heel of your palm. slick wet sounds can be heard both from you and from heeseung, whose precum is aiding in his ability to pump his dick at an increasing speed. the burning pit in his stomach slowly grows and grows and he moans aloud, jolting slightly when the outside of your thigh brushes against his own.
as he feels himself approaching the cusp of an orgasm, the familiar sensation looming closer and closer like a moth drawn to a flame, your hand grabs his arm prompting him to stop, your middle and ring fingers wet against where they’re wrapped around his forearm.
in the next second you’re sitting up, hands grasping the hem of your shirt once again only to fully remove it this time, exposing your back back and tits to him rendering him speechless. you discard your panties as well, leaving you completely bare as you move to straddle heeseung’s tense thighs. all he does is look at you in astonishment, mouth slightly agape.
without thinking heeseung reaches forward and envelops both of your breasts with his big hands, his palms rubbing against your hardened nipples while his fingers gently dig into the soft flesh.
“your tits are perfect,” he rasps, hand moving in circular motions to massage your chest.
“really?” your eyes light up at the compliment.
he nods, his adams apple bobbing in his throat as he remains enamoured with your figure. your fingers tickle his sides before grasping at his shirt, tugging at it in a way that tells him you want it off; he sits up and removes the garment before you place a palm on his chest and push him back onto your mattress, the springs making a slight squeak at the force. your eyes rake over heeseung’s bare chest as he lays before you, a shaky exhale leaving him every few seconds or so.
“you’re so handsome lee heeseung.” you compliment.
“even when i’m hungover?”
“even when you’re hungover.”
you crawl over his body, just a little bit, so your hips are unbearably close to his aching cock, the tip an enraged red spilling pearly white beads of precum. heeseung tries his best to not shudder when you wrap your hands around his shaft, moving yourself to be perched directly above his dick. you drag his tip through your folds to be a tease, only when the boy beneath you begins to squirm do you line his cock up wit your dripping hole before sinking down on it ever so slowly, gauging heeseungs reaction with scrutiny. he looks quite pretty, with his eyes screwed shut and bottom lip tucked between his teeth, his forehead dotted with beads of sweat. once he’s fully inside of you you remain stagnant, hips flush against his own.
heeseung feels like he’s gone limp, his limbs turned to mush and inoperable. he keeps his eyes tightly shut as he becomes accustomed to the feeling of being inside of you, for he knows if he sees you sitting on top of him he’s going to have heart palpitations.
only once heeseungs face slowly starts to relax, his eyelids slowly fluttering open, do you begin to move, gyrating your pelvis against his at a leisurely pace. heeseung can’t help but whimper when he feels you grinding on top of him, his cock throbbing and sensitive inside the warmth of your pussy.
your hands rest on heeseungs chest to help you stabilize yourself, your nails digging into the soft skin covering his pecs and leaving behind deep red marks. heeseungs hands move to grab at your hips and you arch your back in response, teasingly shoving your tits in his face - he takes this as an invitation and pulls you closer to him so he can wrap hips lips around your left nipple, sucking on it while palming the other.
“oh my-, heeseung,” you moan as heeseung continues to play with your breasts eagerly. in response you increase the pace at which your hips are moving at, grinding against him in a fluid, persistent manner that makes heeseungs vision grow warped fuzzy. once again he feels the slow burn of an orgasm take flight in his stomach, slowly ebbing outwards as you work him towards his climax.
the moans and groans leaving him come out muffled due to his mouth still being wrapped around your breast, only detaching once the need for oxygen becomes stronger and stronger and his heart beats faster and faster. your fingers feel hot against his skin as you fuck him raw, the sensation of your cunt constricting around his cock feeling so other worldly that heeseung believes that you and your pussy and your body the only things tethering to him reality.
his name tumbles past your lips in the form of needy whines as your movements slowly become more and more erratic, your eyes rolled back into your skull as you chase your high. all heeseung can do is lie underneath you, his fingers back on your hips while the tantalizing promise of a mind blowing orgasm renders him almost immobile. sweat rolls off of his brows as he pants and groans, hips feebly bucking upwards in an attempt to make him cum faster.
“i’m so close y/n i-” is all he can manage to whimper to let you know that he’s about to finish, about to erupt into a thousand hot white stars. you moan an ‘i know’ in response before reaching down to play with your clit, your cunt tightening around heeseungs cock with each and every flick of your fingers.
you orgasm with a desperate whine, brows furrowed and eyes shut as you keel over heeseung. your pussy flutters around his cock and you manage to pull yourself off of him right before he cums with a cry of your name, spilling his hot sticky seed all over the expanse of his stomach, which twitches and spasms every so often.
the two of you lay side by side as you wait for your heart rates to lower, for your breathing to steady, for the aching in your lower abdomen to cease. there’s a slight ringing in heeseungs ears which slowly subsides overtime, allowing him to listen to the way your pants morph into heavy breathing. in his peripherals he can see your chest, see the way your eyes are heavy with pleasure. you move your hand just enough so that your knuckles trace across the back of heeseungs hand.
the room comes to a standstill, with the sun peeking through the slats in your shades falling across his tainted stomach that rises and falls with each erratic inhale and exhale he takes. you shift to lie on your side so you’re facing heeseung, allowing your fingertips to dance over his clavicle, his neck, his jawline.
bliss.
euphoria.
a happy ending.
a/n: and to think some of y'all didn't believe that i was gonna give you a happy ending.......... what do you have to say for yourselves now huh? HUH??????? here's you're happy ending i'm gonna go cry now bc i'm weirdly emotionally attached to this series.
patience is a virtue taglist: @hello-stranger24 @jainandan @yohanabanana @iamliacamila @nyanggk @chansmaze @beomgyusonlywife
BRO I PREPARED MY MENTAL TO READ THIS BC I SAW THE "ANGST" thing in the beginning. So i was like, nah, bro this isn't it and STARTED TO FEEL SAD bc i need to see y/n and heeseung tgt so badly 😀😀😀
But turns out this is SO??????? HOT?????? AND FUNNY?????? AND CUTE....... idk....... i love u fr, this makes me giggle + kicking my feet by just thinking abt it 🏃♀️🏃♀️
heeseung would be so confused; had he done something wrong? were you, perhaps, upset with him? a million thoughts would be circling his mind. stretching an arm over to lightly tap you on the shoulder, finding the fluffy pillow a major annoyance. “you okay, babe?” he’d ask with such a soft voice, thoughts of dozing off dissipating into the air. might actually buy your acting, and gently yank the pillow out the way, closing the space between your bodies; after about three minutes of hugging, he’d fall into the depths of slumber, face buried in your embrace, soft snores falling from his mouth… ^^
jay would be far too tired to question your actions— he just wants his late-night cuddles, and gentle hair strokes. cheek would be smooshed against the pillow, arm lazily draping over your side. would probably complain a little about how the pillow’s uncomfortably separating you two, and would eventually tuck the soft object at the end of the bed; “this feels so much better,” he’d murmur, eyelids fluttering close… (☍︎﹏⁰)
jake would probably sulk immediately— his offer for snuggles being so rudely rejected in front of him? that’s so not like you. tries to toss the pillow away, but is met, face first, with another one. “no cuddles today?” he’d ask, and his pout would only deepen with your response; you’d eventually give in, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. his sulky demeanour would evaporate so quickly, and he’d pull you into a tight hug… ( › ·̮ ‹ )
sunghoon would watch the whole thing in silence, and dramatically sigh. musters all his acting knowledge to concoct an expression of mock offence— “and i thought i was your favourite cuddle buddy”. would playfully snatch the pillow away, and draw you close in his embrace, hands finding recluse in tracing faint shapes on your skin; “i’m reclaiming my rightful spot”. holds you close to him the whole night… (⌯︎˃̶᷄ᗝ˂̶̥᷅⌯︎)
sunoo would instantly gawk at you, wide eyed and everything; is probably subtly sarcastic as he quips about how he’s been ‘replaced’. would try and shift the pillow away, little by little, but immediately feigns cluelessness when you look up at him and point it out. at one point, he’d simply just wrap his arms around both you and the pillow, sandwiching the rectangle of fluff between your bodies… (๑•̀‧̫•́๑)
jungwon would immediately, and i repeat, immediately, get worried; wonders if anything has happened, and offers a listening ear. pulls the pillow away, and embraces you in a back hug, indirectly spooning you in the process; “everything alright, angel?” would pout in response after hearing about your little scheme. ends up falling asleep a few moments after, a little content smile lightly tugging on the corners of his lips... ( ◜︎◡︎◝︎ )
riki would be teasing you so much; the room would be a little bit dim, and he’d just be playfully smiling. gradually scoots closer to you under the guise of feeling cold from the small, shared blanket. swiftly pulls the pillow out the way, and nuzzles himself close to you; “i think this arrangement suits us better. what do you think, love?” would slide an arm around your waist, and fall asleep to the lullaby of your hushed laughter… >Д<))))
Sweet subs that have a massive breeding kink… they get so shy and embarrassed about wanting to cum inside their domme but their brain turns to mush at the thought of it. It’s so easy to tease them and get them desperate. You are very cute and precious and I love you!
heeseung jealous/possessive headcanons, like maybe if y/n had a boy bsf?? ty!!
jealous bf!heeseung headcannons
> one word: death stares.
he’s gonna stare at you, but more importantly to the boy who’s unnecessarily being close to you almost as if trying to burn holes in your scalps, and he won’t look away until one of you realize.
> he’s gonna go overboard with his touches.
heeseung usually isn’t the type to get too handsy in front of others, but when he’s jealous, he won’t take his hands off your body. he’s gonna place it on your waist, trail it down to your ass and squeeze it, glide it back up and wrap it around your neck to pull you into one of the most inappropriate, passionate kisses he’s ever given to you, right in front of whoever it is that bothers him.
> he’s gonna make the guy jealous.
heeseung isn’t an amateur, nor he’s blind. you might be oblivious towards the guy who’s desperately trying to flirt with you thinking he’s so sly in front of hee but fuck he doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into. because as soon as hee realizes his interest in you, he will become extremely flirty. he’s gonna make you melt before the guy so bad, make you whipped and weak on the knees for him with the way he talks to you, with the way he looks at you — so much that the poor dude would end up feeling invisible and have to leave.
> he’s gonna straight up tell the guy to watch himself.
heeseung is bold, he’s not a man boy and he certainly isn’t afraid to speak his mind. if he doesn’t like what he’s seeing, he’ll simply go “she’s taken, move” to the guy who’s hitting on you, whether he’s your friend or not because you are, and he has no intention of letting anyone forget that.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s three am and heeseung shows up at your door, with a surprise hidden under his beanie
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.1k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cutie pie heeseung, this is like a fluffy smut, dry h*mping and making out, a lot and I mean a lot of kissing, nothing too extreme
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this was meant to be a drabble but it got a little longer than what I aimed for 🤌🏼 I find this really wholesome and I hope that you will too, pls enjoy and lmk what you think 🫰🏼
Your phone is buzzing on your nightstand, ugh, how annoying.
The sound scratches your ears and wakes you up from your sweet sleep, but you roll to the other side of the bed in denial, covering your face with your pillow to avoid the noise.
Yet it doesn’t work, whoever calling you is for sure stubborn, they don’t seem like they have any intentions of stopping until you pick up.
You sigh in defeat, kicking your blanket away as you stare at your ceiling, spacing out for a short while before the annoying buzz starts to ring again.
“Gosh,” you mumble as you get up and walk towards your nightstand, wiping your sweat from your neck with the back of your palm.
You don’t clearly remember it but it seems like you’ve had a nightmare, that could be the only explanation for how sweaty you are.
Once you pick your phone, the brightness of the screen burns your eyes, and you mentally curse at the person who decided to harass you at this time of the night.
Through squinted eyes, you read the name of your trouble maker of the night — heebear, it says, and you immediately feel bad about all the cuss words you’ve thrown at him, aka your boyfriend, inside your mind.
But before you could answer, the call ends and you hear a knock coming from your front door. It’s probably Heeseung, you think, as you run to get it, wondering why on earth he decided to pay you a visit at three in the fucking morning.
Him and his bizarre sense of time, seriously.
“I was planning to break through your door if you hadn’t come a little longer.” he says with all his honesty as soon as you open it for him, tucking his phone in his back pocket frustratedly, “Do you have any idea how many times I called you?”
You roll your eyes as you drag him inside by the collar of his shirt, and close your door. Yeah, you do know actually — 20, he called you exactly 20 times in the span of an hour, isn’t that miraculous?
Or it’s just obsessive, and he’s a maniac, very typical of him.
“I’m sorry Heeseung,” you sarcastically apologize, giving him a fake pout, “I was sleeping, you know, like how other normal people do when it’s late at night?”
“Heeseung?” He retorts, crossing his arms before his chest. Oh he is offended, because why are you suddenly using his full name?
What happened to just ‘hee’ or even better, ‘princess’?
“I sneaked out to come and see you at this time of the night, when it’s dark and scary outside,” he resentfully says, brows furrowing more with each word he utters, “and this is how you treat me? No kisses, no hugs but this — calling me Heeseung, is that it?”
The way he gets so offended at his own name is funny, and it baffles you but you don’t wanna fight with him, not now, not when he looks that cute with his grumpy pout in front of you.
So you reach for his arms and uncross them, then take his big hands inside yours, kissing his palms gently. And god does he love when you do that, the scowl of his face melting into a warm smile immediately.
But you’re not done yet, nope, you always keep the best part for the last.
So you trail your kisses from his hands to his forearms, and then to his biceps which are peeking through his sleeveless tee, before finally getting on the tip of your toes and reach for his plump lips.
He leans forward immediately, feeling almost as excited as he was back when you kissed him for the first time. It’s been more than a year since then but for him, the aftermath never changes, he’s still blushing like crazy whenever your lips come in contact with his.
And as that finally happens, he lets out a content hum, closing his eyes while you hug his neck to pull him closer.
Apparently he feels a little naughty today, because he wastes no time poking his tongue inside your mouth, without giving you a chance to fight for dominance.
You can’t help but to smile into the kiss as you let him completely devour you, since he kind of earned it by coming all the way just to see you at this time of the night, when he could be perfectly asleep right now.
And you know how much he really needs that.
You’re not a hundred percent sure of it, but you guess the reason behind his sudden visit is because how hectic his schedule has been lately, and thus you haven’t gotten the chance to properly see him for the past two weeks.
It explains why he chose to be here with you over resting perfectly, but just in case, you want to ask him, to make sure that’s the only reason, and nothing bad happened.
Since Heeseung was a professional at masking his true feelings around you, whenever something unpleasant happened at work, although you hated that.
But just as you pull away from the kiss to ask him about the reason of his current being in your house, he squads down and suddenly, lifts you up bridal style with a grin that is nastier than the devil’s on his pretty face.
He stars walking towards your bedroom as he dives back into your lips right after, not giving you a chance to speak or utter a single word.
To balance yourself in his hold, you wrap your arms tighter around his neck and try to tangle your finger in his hair, but you fail because it turns out that he’s wearing a beanie, now that you realize.
Wait, why is he wearing a beanie with a sleeveless shirt?
More importantly, why is he wearing a beanie in this heat? It doesn’t make sense.
So you ask him, “Isn’t it too hot to be wearing this?” as you tug on the fluffy material, after giving a full battle for the independence of your lips.
He’s so stubborn, he doesn’t wanna let go of them. But once you stop him by pressing your index on his lips, he gives up, and answers your question instead.
He’s been waiting for you to ask him that ever since he stepped inside, after all.
“It is,” he acceptingly nods, “but I’m doing it for a purpose — an important purpose.”
An important purpose? Well, now you’re curious.
“Like what?”
“Take it off,” he smugly says, eyes glistening with a suspicious spark, “and see for yourself.”
You’ve never been more confused but you do what you’re told, and clutch away his expensive Prada beanie, only to drop it to the floor with the shock of what unveils before your eyes.
It’s his hair, and it’s purple.
As your eyes grow bigger the longer you stare at his hair, Heeseung lets out a heartfelt cackle at the expression on your face and steps inside your bedroom. He leans in to peck the tip of your nose, simply because you look too cute for him to resist the urge before he gently places you on your bed, and lays right next to you.
“So?” He clears his throat, feeling somewhat nervous, “How does it look?”
He uses his left arm to support his head so that you can rest comfortably on your pillow as he stares at your face, slightly worried to not meet your expectations as he waits for your answer.
Meanwhile you’re star struck, tongue tied as you caress his soft strands, deep down wanting to scream out loud.
Because you can’t believe he actually did it — that he actually dyed his hair purple. He’s been talking about doing it for some time now, true, but you thought he was only joking — turns out he was not, and he was quite serious.
As the minutes tick away and your silence remains persistent, he starts overthinking, assuming that it’s because you hate the new look he’s going for.
Ah, you really loved his blonde hair, what if you’re quiet because you’re upset that he changed it without even updating you?
Well great, now he feels even more shitty.
“Y/n—”
“It looks perfect—”
He freezes. What did you just say?
Did you say that it looks perfect, his hair, did you really just say that about his hair? You did, didn’t you, he didn’t mishear it?
“Wh-what?”
Oh how adorable, he’s flustered, that’s a sight you enjoy seeing.
Therefore you scoot even closer to him, although he’s literally laying on the edge of the bed, and inch your face closer to his, tricking him by leaning towards his lips before changing your way to kiss the cute tip of his button nose instead.
“I said it looks perfect,” you repeat, “you look even more fuckable this way.”
His heart skips a beat.
Fuckable?? Who?? Him??
You then look up at him with a shit eating grin on your face, oh gosh, to say that he’s as red as a tomato would be an understatement right now.
He’s so bewildered that he blinks a few times, and shakes his head to get it back together — his shuddering ego, I mean.
Fuckable — you just called him fuckable. Wait, did that mean that you . . wanted to . . fuck him right now . . by any chance?
He honestly hopes that you do, because he’s so down bad — he has been down bad, for two fucking weeks. Call him a simp or whatever he doesn’t care, he just really missed you a lot, he can’t help it.
And you can literally see the contemplation in his eyes as he tries to decide whether this the right moment to kiss you to initiate something or not and it’s so obvious that he really wants to, yet he lacks the confidence to take action.
You know what? Maybe you can help him for this once, only because you really liked his small surprise.
So you crane your neck, and close the gap between your bodies as you pull him in for your nth kiss of the night. He rolls over with you, and just like he’s been dreaming of doing for days, ends up right above you in the matter of minutes.
You part your legs and wrap them around his waist as he sneaks in between them, finally accessing his rightful place.
And once he does, he gets comfortable immediately. He wastes no time to grind his growing hardness right against your heated middle, and won’t you look at that, he shows no signs of shame this time.
He feels so big, so rigid that the friction makes you moan into the kiss, and he takes it as a sign to go on, rocking his hips even harder over your pelvis.
With each move, he presses himself deeper into your skin, almost as if he’s trying to rip through your clothes. It makes you dizzy — the way he’s so rough with you, totally unfiltered and completely lost in lust.
Ugh, he’s so hot.
And you’re practically gasping into each other’s mouth, groping one other here and there, but nothing feels enough — not for you nor for heeseung.
You need him under your skin, you need him inside you and lucky for you, that’s exactly where he wants to be, more than ever at this very moment.
So he breaks the kiss, panting as he rest his forehead on yours. He’s already sweating, face glistening so prettily under dim lights, ah, you feel in love.
Which is why your breath hitches once he says, “I want you so bad right now,” and steals your breath away completely only with that single confession.
“I want you too,” you shyly admit, turning into a mush under his gaze, “but do you have enough time?” you ask, mentioning a very good point — no wonder he’s in love with you, you’re so freaking smart.
He checks his watch, 3:30, that’s good, he has to be back to dorms by 6 so, this means he has a lot of time, way more than just ‘enough’.
You notice the dirty grin on his lips and reach for his shirt straight away — because looks like you in fact do have enough time, thank you god, you think, you really needed this.
“How much time do we have?”
There’s no significant reason why you want to know, you’re just curious — curious on how many rounds you can fit to his surprise visiting, to be more exact.
“2 and a half hours.”
That’s way more than enough for one too many, but still, teasing is free so you do it.
“Can you work with that?”
Can he work with that? Hah, of course he can, are you kidding him right now?
He chuckles, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Shit, you want him to do that to your pussy instead.
And don’t you worry, because he so will.
“Why don’t you just watch me and see it for yourself, hm babe?”
“you can stay in the car, hoon. i’ll be right back.”
you reach over to kiss his cheek, heart swelling when he rewards you with a peek at his pretty fangs. you reach down to the floorboard to grab your bag, digging through it for your wallet. you lift your hips to slip it into your back pocket and reach for the door handle.
“wait. i’m coming with you.”
confused, you look over at sunghoon, only to find him staring straight ahead. you try to follow his line of sight and hold back a laugh when you realize he’s staring at a man waiting in line at the coffee shop you’re about to walk into. a handsome one, sure, but to you, it’s literally just some guy.
“hoon, baby, are you jealous?”
“…no.” he doesn’t even bother pretending he doesn’t know why you’d think that. “i just think some people should know you’re spoken for, that’s all.”
genre: fluff word count: 0.6k requested by nonnie ♡
a/n: it's 2am so i'm striking with another update lmao 💜 is2g after i'm done with this event you guys will be throwing up at the slightest mention of a heeseung drabble
Stopping dead in his tracks, Heeseung looks at you with confusion. He's just come back from work only to see your curled up posture on the couch, one that you have once claimed to hate sleeping on, which makes him wonder if he did anything to annoy you to such degree today. Silently, he runs over every little thing he's said to you, considering how or why could they make you so angry that you didn't want to sleep with him tonight.
He gives up eventually and walks up to you with a sigh. His tall figure steps in front of you, disturbing you from watching the newest episode of your favorite tv show. You peek up at him from above the blanket covering you from your feet all the way up to your nose.
"Oh, you're back!' You gasp happily, dropping the blanket down to stretch your arms out in a form of a hug invitation.
There's not even the slightest tint of anger in your voice which slightly calms Heeseung's nerves. He plops down next to you, instantly wrapping his arms around your smaller body.
Then he asks, clearly still bothered. "Why don't you wanna sleep with me tonight? Your back is gonna hurt from the couch again."
You internally coo at his worried face, big deer eyes peering at you with confusion. You smile sheepishly.
"There's a spider in our bedroom."
A spider. In our bedroom. It takes him couple seconds to even process your words properly. All of the tension leaves his body like air from a pierced balloon and he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose in between his fingers.
"And here I was worrying that I said something wrong or shit," he sighs, glancing at your pleading face from the corner of his eyes. He sighs again. "Fine. I'll be right back."
"Just don't kill it!" You call after him, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Catch it and let it out, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I know," he dismisses you with a wave of his hand before disappearing behind the wall.
You wait patiently for him to come back, wiggling your feet happily as you realize you'll actually be able to fall sleep tonight without having to stress about this little anomaly.
"There's no spider in here, YN!"
Your blood runs cold. What does he mean no spider. It was there half an hour ago, carelessly dangling from your ceiling right above your pillow.
You're still stiff when Heeseung comes back from the bedroom and crouches down in front of you. Placing his hands on your knees and squeezing them gently, he brings your attention back to him.
"You sure you didn't imagine it?"
His question has you scoffing and you cross your arms over your chest. "Yes, I'm sure," you say, squinting your eyes at him. He only rolls his own pair at your dramatic behavior. "Have you really checked everywhere?"
"Every single corner," he assures, placing his palm on his chest, right where the heart beats underneath his skin. "I promise it's not there. Must've ran away or something."
You stubbornly shake your head. "I'm not going anywhere. Heeseung, there's a beast roaming around our bedroom somewhere."
"Lord, give me patience," he murmurs quietly, deflating underneath your hard expression again. "Love, just please, come to bed," he groans, slowly giving up on the idea of actually getting any sleep tonight. He drops his head down on your lap. "I swear it won't come near you, alright? I'll tuck you in so tightly that it won't even find a place to slip underneath the covers."
You sigh, grabbing his hand hopefully. "You promise?"
He raises back to his feet, leaning down to press a kiss on your pouty lips. "I promise."
He lets out an internal cheer when you finally nod your head. Heeseung pecks your lips again, then repeats the gesture a little more fervently couple more times before slipping an arm underneath your knees and throwing you over his shoulder. He smacks your butt gently, earning an annoyed combo of a groan and a click of your tongue from you.
"Now, let's finally go to bed. I swear I haven't had a good night's sleep ever since I met you."
"keep kissing me like that and i'll marry you" (heeseung x reader)
genre: fluff word count: 0.5k requested by @venividibitchin ♡
warnings: swearing, kissing
a/n: i'm writing way too many kissing hee fics lately, is it just me or are they getting repetitive 😭 but whatever, it's actually my favorite dribble i've written so far!! since we can't have hee getting too many fluffy drabbles, tonight imma probably drop an angsty one for a change!! hope you like this one guys too <3
You've always thought that sleepy Heeseung was the most adorable being on the entire planet earth.
The way that his eyes blink heavily, his dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks softly. The slow rising of his chest and the occasional snores that slip out whenever he catches himself drifting away despite his will. The way his head lulls to the side and lands on your shoulder when he finally gives up and allows himself to fall asleep.
In conclusion, you love every single fucking thing about sleepy Heeseung.
That's exactly why you can't resist yourself from assaulting your boyfriend's face as he rests peacefully in the crook of your shoulder, warm breath tickling your neck. Slightly pulling away from him, you start with a small smooch to his cheek, following with a trail of pecks down to his chin. As a soft grunt leaves his throat, you take that as a permission to go all in and start peppering his entire face with kisses.
Now, more awake than not, Heeseung lazily pulls you on his lap and leans his head back, wholeheartedly enjoying being on the receiving side of your affection. You don't stop moving your lips across his drowsy features, lips grazing all the way from the tip of his ear to his sharp jawline.
After teasing him by only kissing the corners of his mouth, you finally press your lips to his fully, relishing in the muffled sigh he lets out. You slowly drag the kiss out, moving sloppily as your fingers play with the hair on the back of his head.
Heeseung hums lowly. "Keep kissing me like that and I'll marry you," he blurts out into your lips, hands kneading your thighs absentmindedly.
Feeling your heart halting in your chest, you pull away slowly, not sure whether you should actually take his words into consideration or it's just the tiredness speaking through him right now. You look into his eyes, only to find his unwavering gaze already set on you.
"Wait, are you serious?" You ask, hands moving to brace on his shoulders.
He only chuckles softly, nuzzling your cheek before finding your lips again. "Yeah, dead serious. Would you want that too?"
You feel the hot rush of adoration for your boyfriend running through your veins and before you can even process the situation soberly, you're nodding your head happily. "Yeah. Very much."
A wide smile stretches Heeseung's lips. "Then it's settled. We're getting married tomorrow."
You snort, pinching his ear gently. "Where? In a fucking Elvis chapel?"
"For all I care, it could even be this godawful Chinese restaurant we went to last week. Now that you agreed, I just wanna wife you up already."
You can't help but giggle out of the buzzing giddiness inside of you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bury your face in his chest. "Alright, yeah. Okay," you stumble out.
"Okay?" He repeats after you, making sure he's not lovesick enough for his delusional mind to just imagine you saying that.
But when your hands squeeze his t-shirt tightly, he knows he wasn't just dreaming it all and you're right here actually accepting his bizarre proposal.
genre: fluff word count: 0.6k requested by @wannatinyus ♡
a/n: something fluffy for a change today 💜 i'll try to post another drabble tonight!! ALSO i'll post the event masterlist today or tomorrow
Swallowing the last piece of pizza crust, you steal a glance at the coffee table and notice there's a one last slice of your beloved pepperoni ambrosia left in the open cardboard box. You let out a string of swear words in your mind as you realize that it rightfully belongs to your boyfriend since you've already devoured your half without even giving yourself a breathing break.
Heeseung's arm is wrapped loosely around your waist, fingers caressing the warm skin underneath your top. He chews on the crust of his slice of pizza and you watch in anticipation as he swallows the last bit and doesn't reach for the coffee table.
Is he full? you ask yourself, full of hope. Your triumphant smile is quickly washed away as he bends forward and grabs the oh so craved by you slice of pepperoni.
He stops confused as you plant your hands flat on his chest and push him backwards until he's pressed against the couch again.
"Babe, what are yo-" his words cut shortly as he turns his face to you and is instantly met with your wide, begging eyes. "No, no, no. Don't give me that look."
You say nothing, only climb onto his lap and wrap your arms around his neck as you keep drilling him with your gaze. Leaning forward, you pepper his face with small kisses, delighting in the sound of his poorly suppressed giggles.
"YN, no," he holds his ground, squeezing your cheeks in between his slim fingers and pressing a wet kiss to your lips. "Hope you forgive me, love."
You gasp in disbelief, pulling away from him as you stare him down. "No, I will not. So what you're saying is you'd rather have your girlfriend starve to death than to share your pizza with her?" You exclaim dramatically, swinging your accusatory finger and poking his chest with it.
"You're so annoying," he lets out a chuckle, hand reaching forward and intertwining your fingers together. "What will I get out of such deal?"
You groan, slouching down on his body and burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. "How can you even try to make bargains while I'm dying in here, Heeseung? I've eaten four slices of pizza and I still want more. I need more."
"We should probably go get that checked out, love," he teases, pinching your thigh gently. "But fine, you won. You can have it."
You smile against his neck before slowly pulling away and straightening on his lap.
"Really?"
Heeseung nods his head, eyes brimming with adoration as he looks at your satisfied grin. "Yeah. You're lucky you're this cute."
Leaning backwards, you grab the last slice of pizza and happily munch on it. His fingers are mindlessly stroking the exposed skin of your thighs, thumb softly circling the bruise you've gotten yourself couple days ago. He flinches slightly when you suddenly shove the pizza right in front of his face, poking his lips with it.
"Come on. You can have a bite for being such a cute boyfriend. You folded so easily."
Scoffing at your generosity, he chomps on the pizza and lets you feed him, watching the smile on your lips with butterflies in his stomach. He bites at your finger playfully as he pulls away, earning a small huff from you.
"You're so thoughtful," he mocks you lightly, leaning his head on the headrest again. "I expect at least five kisses for that, though."
You finish the pizza and twist on your boyfriend's lap, sitting sideways as you roll your eyes playfully. "So needy," you tease before leaning down and capturing his smiling lips with yours.
genre: fluff word count: 0.6k requested by nonnie ♡
a/n: hello, it's your very much sleep deprived crazy writer again :)) i planned on posting a shorter drabble tonight but i think i'm literally just unable to write anything under 0.5k... i'll try the next time tho!! hope you guys like this one, i kinda love but hate it at the same time <33
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"Jay," you whine, trying to wiggle out of his grip weakly. "Get off. It's too hot."
"I don't care, I'm cold," he scoffs as he pulls you closer, arms tightly wrapped around your waist.
As much as you love cuddling your boyfriend and it's a rare occasion that he actually wants it more than you do, the stuffiness in your bedroom is already enough to prevent you from laying comfortably. And with Jay's body heat added to that? Au revoir good night's sleep.
"Then put your goddamn shirt on," you grumble, finally succeeding at prying his hand away from you.
Jay huffs, pressing his lips to the back of your ear. "I would but you're the one wearing it now."
A smile creeps upon your lips and you press them together to contain your laughter somehow. The black fabric of his favorite t-shirt is indeed snugly wrapped around your body. You're glad your back is turned to your boyfriend's face as you know that the second he would've noticed your smile, you wouldn't be standing a chance against him anymore and you'd have to surrender yourself to a whole night of the sweet suffocation.
When you feel his hand sneaking around your waist again, you're quick to slap it away, covering up your laugh with a loud cough.
"You're mean," he pouts which is so out of character for him and only makes the urge to laugh and give in harder for you.
So instead you wave your hand at him dismissively. "Go to sleep, you big baby."
You listen to his steady breathing for long enough to determine that he's most likely already asleep, slowly, you wiggle yourself backwards until your back meets his toned chest.
And you can hear his incoherent mumbling of fine's and whatever's underneath his nose before the blissful silence comes upon you two at last. You sigh from tiredness, feeling the burden of entire day weighting down on your eyelids with each minute.
There's one thing missing though – one significant detail that fends off your very needed sleep no matter how hard you try to put this feeling to an end. And then after two more minutes of trying, you give up with a sigh, well aware that there are no real chances of you actually falling asleep tonight without feeling Jay's arms around your body.
"Well, would you look at that? Knew you'd come crawling back," he teases only one second later and you close your eyes, realizing you've just been caught acting up against your own pride. "Just can't get enough of me, can you?"
"Shut up," you mumble, pushing your body even more into his chest, ignoring his snickering. "Just hold me, please?"
Jay huffs out a laughter and you can just hear the teasing smile that spreads on his pretty lips. "You're always so cute when you're sleepy. As you wish, my baby."
Without needing to prompt him any further, his arms wrap around you in an instant, his body heat engulfing you pleasantly. You're too tired to pay any mind to being too hot, and you just sigh out of content, snuggling even closer to him. His fingers slip underneath the hem of his your t-shirt and he caresses your skin with his calloused thumbs soothingly. Now, with your boyfriend's lips on your neck and his slow breathing matching its pace with yours, you allow the tiredness to take over and you finally fall asleep, tightly tucked in Jay's arms.
need 2 give this jake head...he looks so cocky but when im done he's going to be begging and squirming for me to let him cum in my mouth buuut if only i think he deserves to 🩷🤭 sub jakey is my favorite <3
he looks and acts like a nerd who’s innocent but when you’re both together with no one else around, his whole demeanour switches to the point you don’t even realize it’s the same sweet boy.
he loves to act tough but is he really all that? of course not, it’s all a show until you take him in your mouth and that’s all it’ll take for him to be a squirming mess, moaning and biting his lip, his eyes closing shut with how you swirl your tongue around his tip before sucking on his length, your hands massaging his balls, which only makes his head go fuzzy as he cries out your name in pleasure.
aria i’m curious to see what u think of sub sunghoon
he’s a brat. he wants all your attention and he’d do anything to have it. why? because he loves being punished, he loves it when you go hard on him to show him his place. whether it’s him flirting with others to get your attention or him sending you dirty pictures in the middle of your work, he’d do it all just to be fucked senseless all night so you teach him a lesson.
he’s sly and he knows how to get what he wants, using his pretty little mouth to talk back, to rile you up and anger you. he swears he gets hard just by seeing you getting angry at him.
but he’s not all tough. he’s a poor lil pup after all. he cries so beautifully whenever you deny his orgasm, telling him that you’re in charge here, that you get to decide when he releases his thick cum and makes a mess.
that’s not all, he’s the one who’d be super whiny when in bed, unlike how bratty he normally is with his words and actions.
he’d love to have little puppy ears and a choker, he’s also very possessive about you and he will not accept you talking to other guys cause the poor pup is scared of losing you, and so he begs to mark you up and have you all to himself. he cries a lot and is a whiny mess when he’s hard.
he does everything just to get his cock in your cunt, he knows he’s got to be a good boy for it but he’s a brat so that’s a rare case, but he acts like a good boy when he’s really really needy for your pussy, being good for you, acting like an angel so that you’d treat him like your prince.
okay we all know how much of a dom sunghoon is but how about jealous sex with sub sunghoon?😵💫😵💫
i’m thinking it’s about hoonie being jealous cause that’s his trademark here we gooo:
sub!hoonie doesn’t like to share, he’s gets so possessive even seeing you with other guys, he isn’t the one who’d stay and watch some guy touch you, he’d be quick to grab your arm and pull you away into an empty room, knowing well he’ll get punished for this.
“hoonie? what do you think you’re doing?” you’d ask, annoyed but it’ll change once you look at his quivering lip and jealousy filled eyes. he looked like a sad puppy, “what’s it babyboy?” you’d ask, stroking his cheek softly and he’d lean into your touch almost automatically.
“he was touching you,” he’d mutter, looking away as his cheeks reddened. you’d smirk, pulling him closer by tugging hard on his tie. he’d gasp, gulping down as he looked at you with need. “yeah? so what?” you’d challenge him and he would stutter, hiding his face in your neck but you’d move back, “oh pup, you’re not getting anything from me unless you say it.”
“he touched you, b—but you’re not his, you’re m—mine,” he’d whimper, even more so when you grab his crotch and palm him through his pants, making him squirm and thrust his hips up pathetically to gain more friction.
he was just a cute little pup.
“please, more,” he’d cry out when you get on the bed, spreading your legs and asking him to rut against your cunt, however he can’t take his clothes off cause he’s been a bad boy for dragging you away from a conversation. sunghoon, however, is more than ready to do anything to help his hard cock.
“you’re so pathetic, thinking that the others will take me away,” you’d chuckle when you see him biting his lips, keeping his tears at bay as he pushes his clothed dick to your cunt, “but they aren’t my lil pup, are they?” you’d get up to pull him in a kiss, finally letting his tears flow freely. “you’re mine, hoonie and i’m not going to anyone else,” you’d reassure him as his legs would shake. and just like a needy pup, he cries out as he makes a mess of his pants, rutting even harder till his dick goes soft again. cute. that’s what he is—a cute jealous pup.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after days of being trolled by a suspicious hidden number, you finally figure out who that secret pervert is, and it turns out to be your best friend — Sunghoon.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3k — sorry I didn’t realize 😭
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Sunghoon is a perv, they are both unhinged, mentions of mast*bati*n, dry h*mping, Sunghoon c*ms in his pants, he’s obsessed and extremely needy lmao, they’re watching a lousy romance movie, reader is a lil evil, she f*cks his brain out 🤌🏼
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away lmao 😭 please enjoy it, I really loved writing this 🫶🏼 no header but pls still do read, I promise you this is good lmao :3 special thanks to 🔪 anon for this great idea 💖
“Ugh, that was so cringy.” You let out, hiding your face in your palms as your best friend, Sunghoon, laughs at your reaction.
Oh you’re such a drama queen, currently making a fuss over the love-making scene of the movie you two are watching. Because apparently “no one would moan like that in real life”, so you claim the scene to be unrealistic.
Mind you this is a fantasy movie, with literal vampires and all.
Sunghoon holds his belly, it hurts from the big laughter he had. He loves all of your exaggerated reactions, watching you totally worths better than watching the stupid romance movie, which was your pick, by the way.
He takes a mental note on never letting you decide for the movies ever again, because gosh, you are terrible at this.
“Oh come now y/n,” he nudges you with his elbow as he sighs, trying to catch his breath, “you must’ve been with a man or two who moans like that, don’t lie.”
You scrunch your face at him, which fuels another chain of squeaky laughters as he snorts, unable to sustain his seriousness even for a second.
“I’m gonna pretend you never said that.” you reply to him, faking a gag as you turn your face to focus back on the lousy movie. Oh my gosh, you think to yourself, what was the director thinking shooting this scene?
No lie, you’ve never heard a moan as terrible as the one that the supposedly male lead just grunted out and at this point, you don’t know for whom you should feel bad about — the male lead or his partner, the female lead. Or the set crew, of course, you can’t forget about them.
It is a dilemma, you shake your head, at least he tried though, a big A for him for the effort. Still, you hope he doesn’t try again, like ever.
As you mentally criticize the poor acting displayed on your big screen, Sunghoon scoots over, lips curled up into a wicked grin over the plan he plotted inside his dirty mind.
You gave him so much material tonight, he cannot not use them to tease you, sorry.
You’re too zoned out, so much that you don’t even notice how close Sunghoon sits next you as he sneakily throws an arm over your shoulders and pulls you close to his chest. You don’t budge, eyes still focused on the tv as he leans over and lets out the most guttural moan you’ve ever heard right into your ear.
You wince and jump on your spot, literally shrieking out a “fuck” as he falls back on the couch, and starts wheezing like he’s been smoking for forty years.
You freeze at your spot, jaw fallen open as you try to comprehend what just happened. Once you do, your hands rise up to smack his legs and abs as you break into laughter out of shock, asking him what the fuck was he thinking doing that, but you doubt he even thinks at all.
“What the hell was that?” you ask with big eyes, jokingly fisting his shoulders. Oh my god, you can’t believe he just fucking moaned, in your freaking ear.
“That my love, was a moan,” he cockily says, wiggling his eyebrows as he grabs your wrists and pulls you closer to himself, making you slump onto his lap, “wanna hear it again?”
Uh-oh, his face is too close to yours now. Your gaze falls onto his pouty, plump lips — oh, they are so pretty, what are you gonna do now?
Kiss him, your inner voice loudly speaks, but you ignore it, for now at least.
Instead, you attempt to lie and pretend to be unimpressed — it’s your instinctive reaction to the unexpected proximity, not that Sunghoon buys it. Alright fine, you panicked a little, okay?
“N-no, I’ll pass, t-thanks.”
That stutter, gosh you’re too cute, he wants to fucking make out with you — erm, and maybe even more.
But he ignores your rejection and reaches for your other wrist, pulling you further upon him as he lays underneath you. How is he doing this so casually, is he out of his mind?
Oh yes, he totally is. Because no sane person would repeat what he previously did — moan in your ear, I mean.
You can feel his grin against your skin as he does so, that little shit, he enjoys messing with you a little too much. How can he not though, when he can quite literally feel the heat of your cheeks on his?
As he shamelessly fills your ears with sinful noises he makes, suddenly it hits you — these moans, his voice, wait, you’ve heard them before. Heck yes you did, but where?
And just that moment, Sunghoon licks his lips and lets out a muffled “fuck”, hissing as if he was getting the best suck of his life — just like how he does each night he calls you from a hidden number, while jerking off to the thought of you like a nasty pervert, letting your hear absolutely anything and everything.
Oh my god, it was him.
Your phone-call pervert, it was Sunghoon.
“It was you,” you gasp, lifting yourself up from him with the sudden realization, “I can’t fucking believe I didn’t notice it before.”
“What?” He asks, brows knitting together as his face scrunches in confusion. He doesn’t understand what you’re talking about, “What are you saying, y/n?”
You don’t answer.
Instead you straddle his lap as you hold his wrists just like he was doing with yours a few minutes ago, and place them behind his nape, locking them together so that he cannot move.
He watches your face bewilderedly, witnessing how your expression changes domestically in the matter of minutes. You don’t look intimidated, nor abashed from the extreme intimacy that comes from the proximity of you sitting on his lap, no, you look exactly the opposite.
Confident, that’s the word that fits you the best right now.
Oh fuck, he gets it now, you’ve finally cracked the code.
You finally know what he’s been busy doing for a month, connecting the dots one by one, he can see it behind your glistening, dark eyes.
And he doesn’t know whether he should be happy to get his long awaited notice after all the times he’s dreamed of it, or he should be worried, scared that he just ruined your perfectly fine friendship.
“Listen, y/n,” he shakily breathes, just like how he does on the phone when he’s about to come, how cute, “I don’t know what you think about me now but I can explain everything, alright?”
“Oh, can you?”
You mock, leaning down on him. Shit, he can’t focus when you’re this close to his face, not when he can feel your hot breath hitting against his lips.
Why can’t you just kiss him now, is that too much to ask?
“Go on then, explain everything,” you say, sarcasm dripping from your voice, and hell, it turns him on so much, “I wonder what explanation you got for calling me every other night while jerking off on the phone, though.”
You’re right, he doesn’t have anything to say about that.
His defense mechanism kicked in before his brain does, and now he has no idea what he’s supposed to tell you to get his perverted ass out of the mess he created.
Gosh, why did he always think with his dıck?
You’ve got him bad, how was he supposed to save himself out of this muddle? Did he even want to at this point?
As he remains silent, pretty brown eyes focused solely on your lips, you know exactly what goes on in that nasty mind of his. He wants you, and yeah, he’s not even trying to hide it.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Your soft voice pulls him out of his trance and brings him back to unfortunate reality — where he can’t speak, can’t kiss nor touch you, where’s he’s just a coward little boy trembling underneath you, who’s desperately down bad for his best friend.
He’s so lame, he hates it.
“Y/n—”
“Maybe this will help you speak then.”
You cut his words as you begin to move your hips on top of his, rocking your pelvis slowly yet strongly, pressing yourself just enough on his lap and grant him just the perfect amount of friction he needs on his growing bulge.
Oh yes, of course it didn’t escape from your attention. How could it possibly, when it felt that big and that hard right against your clothed pussy?
He lets out one of those deep, guttural moans you love to hear oh so much, head falling back as his face twitches with nothing but pure pleasure.
His eyes flutter shut as his hands find their place on your waist almost out of reflex, hugging you tightly, urging you to move even faster, even harder.
He doesn’t have to see your face to feel the evil grin splattered across on it and that’s the best part, because you’re exactly how he imagined you to be — a meanie, a tease, a fucking brat he wants to tame.
But he’s too weak.
You’re torturing him, he knows, and judging by the soft chuckles you let out against his skin while decorating his jaw with your endless wet kisses, you seem to enjoy it a little too much.
God he hates it but he loves it even more, to be toyed with by you, to be used this way by you.
He waited so long for this to happen, and now that you were actually here, touching him the way he craved you with all his being, he wants nothing more than the time to freeze so that you can stay like this forever.
But forever is a big word, especially for someone like him, for someone who is most likely not even gonna last 10 minutes if you keep the rhythm you are going with.
Fuck, he can bet that you were so wet, drenching your underwear as you hump him like a pillow, your face buried on his gorgeous neck to bless him with not one, but many love bites.
At this point, you want him to be even more in love with you, at least that’s how he chooses to interpret your actions.
And well, he isn’t quite wrong.
Because of course, you knew about Sunghoon’s small crush on you all along, his squishy cheeks would always turn red whenever you were a little too playful with him, or a little too close to his face for that matter, forcing the lines of proximity.
But this — you had no idea it was this serious.
Sex-pranking his best friend on the phone wasn’t something you expected from a guy like him, from a guy who looked so innocent and pure, but obviously, you were wrong.
Because he was able to fool you, and for that, he deserves the biggest punishment.
So you wrap your delicate hands around his thick neck, and press on the sides as you lift your head, hovering your lips upon his dry ones. He gulps to wet his dry throat but it’s no use, he’s so excited that it goes back to desert dry in the matter of minutes.
You can literally feel his heart palpitating against your palm, poor thing, you think, hope he doesn’t faint.
Although that would be such an ego boost for you, teehee.
“Still got nothing to say?” You ask, whispering your words as you gently bite on his lower lip. He’s convinced that you want him to lose his sanity.
Flabbergasted by what you just did, he can’t bring himself to speak — instead he just lets out a choked out whine, hips bucking up desperately under yours.
His nails dig into your skin over your shirt and you can’t lie, you love how aggressive he is. Maybe you should return the same energy, huh?
“I’m gonna have to punish you if you won’t answer my questions,” you subtly threaten him, but that doesn’t sound like a threat to him at all, “is that what you want?”
“Yeah,” he blurts out, not even taking a second to think, “do it, punish me, please.”
Now it’s your turn to be flabbergasted.
Is he serious?
Well, considering the expression on his face, he surely does look serious. Alright then, if that’s his wish, you’re not the one to speak and not deliver.
Shaking off the puzzled look, you smile, lips curling up confidently as you reach below to his crotch and unzip his pants faster than he can blink.
With a low toned hiss, he lets you take out his throbbing cock and watches you wrap a hand around his thick base, the lust he sees in your eyes making him throb inside your palm.
Gosh, he can’t believe this is real, he can’t believe you’re real. You’re too beautiful, too ethereal to be touching him, how can this be possible?
But as soon as his simping session starts, it ends almost instantly. Because not only you lean into actually kiss him, using your tongue and everything, you also sit on his bare length, grinding on him faster than before.
His mind goes blank, no thoughts stay put in his perverted brain as he does nothing but to writhe underneath you, his needy moans getting muffled into the sloppy kiss you share.
It’s almost feels as if he slowly turns into a mush with every rock of your hips and honestly, the fact he’s so loud over something like this, a half dry humpıng, makes you wanna do so much more to him.
Imagine how he’d be if you were to put it in, gosh, even the thought of it is mouth watering.
Ah, you and your love for weak men. At the end of the day, it’s all about them.
And despite his impressive amount of body count — sorry, he’s also not proud of his fuck boy past — he can swear that he’s never been touched like this before, seriously, he doesn’t know what type of spell you casted on him but it works hella well for sure.
Spell or not though, he has no complaints.
He’s more than content with being such a mess for you, he’s about to cry out of pure pleasure and he can feel his high building up already — yeah, it hasn’t even been ten minutes, how embarrassing— yet he can’t recall a time where he ever felt so … complete.
He’s so weak for you and he likes it, he knows, it’s ironic, especially when you take his past into account.
Park Sunghoon, the it boy of high school and college.
You wonder how his fans would think of him if they were to witness the way his face scrunches, the way his body shivers and the way his dick twitches against your covered cunt as he comes, hot load spurting all over your tight shorts and his undressed lower part.
Not to mention the way he moans your name in choked out syllables, hah, that’s your favorite part.
As he pants for air after you break away from the sloppy kiss, you look down and chuckle at the sticky mess he made all over his stomach, his pale skin shining with the pearl white droplets of his release.
Maybe it is nasty but it looks hot for sure, you have to admit.
“You’re lucky I let you finish.” You say, swiping a finger over his sensitive head to gather some of his leak. What? You’re curious about the taste, alright? No biggie.
Well, correction — it may be no biggie to you, but to him, it certainly is.
Because as he watches you bring that same finger to your mouth and lick his cum off of it, he almost barks, heart beating against the wall of his chest at the speed of drilling through it.
His hands clutches on your ass, big palms squeezing your flesh to the point of bruising as he uses his grip to pull you closer, only to attach his hungry lips back onto yours.
He hums once he tastes himself on your tongue. It is bittersweet, not too strong but the flavor is there.
And yes, you’re right, he’s lucky. Because he no longer has to call you at midnights while furiously pumping his cock.
No, he has a hunch that it won’t be necessary after tonight.
So he cooes, “Yeah, I’m lucky,” against your lips, hugging your waist with his big arms, “so lucky to be here with you and so sorry to be such a coward for so long.”
Silly thing, now he’s being sentimental, what a dork, you think.
“Is this you finally confessing?”
He chuckles, fair enough, he thinks, he had it coming for being your number one stalker for the last month. You have every right to diss him, and every right to mock him, he deserves it.
He doesn’t mind though, as long as he gets to take you on a date like a real man would — he knows he’s very late to be doing that but still, he’s willing to try and well, he’s doing his best in his own cowardly way.
It’s kind of cute when you think of it, the amount of times he moaned for you on the phone, you mean. Erm and of course, the amount of times he came calling for your name as well, just like how he did mere minutes ago.
“Yes, it is me finally confessing,” he accepts, nodding his head in fake defeat, “any chance I can take you on a date?” He hesitantly asks, eyes not avoiding your gaze for the first time — oh, he means it, “To redeem for my cowardliness, I mean.”
Maybe he deserves a chance.
“I’m free tomorrow,” you stop and grin, “and the day after that, and also the day after than that as well.”
“Soo … is this a yes?” He laughs, you really are one of a kind.
“I guess it is,” you confirm, “unless you wanna stick with being the phone call perv, that’s another story.”
pls feed into my delusions 😊
boyfie hee when hes jealous
JEALOUS!BF HEE ?? | headcanons ( sfw ! )
ok first off. i can def see heeseung as the jealous type
not in a way where like he doesn't want you to speak to guys but more like he'll keep an eye on the interactions and is ready to get into action if the guy tries any funny business
like he prefers you to talk to other guys when he's around
so he can keep a hand on your waist yk 👀
also DEFINITELY would kiss your neck if he sees a guy staring at you for a second too long
fully owns up to being jealous
like most people are in denial about it but not him..
like hell yea he's jealous, so what ?
the type to lean over ur shoulder to look at what’s making you laugh on your phone
ngl i can see him being a pouter, a small pour but it’s still there
this man just really wants you to himself
gets really physical and touchy when the other person leaves
takes off his sweater and puts in on you to cover you up, doesn’t want anyone else to see you type stuff
acts all tough in public but………
super duper clingy when y’all get home
i already said this but shhh
likes peppers you in kisses, throws you over his shoulder, and just lays himself over you
