hey guysss so ive decided to pick writing back up. im really looking forward to meeting new people and making friends. a little bit about myself , im 18 going into uni next year (hopefully med school 🤞🏾) although i am rethinking career paths.im very much stressed but writing is my escape
i currently only write for son heung min , ive said this before and i’ll say it again but theres simply not enough content on this mannn. im also working on a full on fanfic about him and im looking for beta readers if anyone is interested :)
requests are open please specify if you want a full fic, headcannon or drabble etc , preferably not smut but you can still send them in. depending on how i feel i might be feeling a little cheeky and give it a go. 🤭
reblogs are very much appreciated and please leave comments im always open to critism and i want to improve as a writer . i hope you guys enjoy my writing 🫶🏾
Can you do an angsty fic with Sonny? But with a happy ending? Thankss
authors note: hey guys so i’m not ignoring your requests i’m just super busy with school and uni applications so yh updates are gonna be slow but i’m going to tryy my hardest to make time
so this idea has been itching at the back of my head for weeks and last night i got the random burst of motivation to write it. i think i got a little bit carried away so im not sure how much of a happy ending this is its more like bittersweet. but yeah hope you enjoy this one and i look forward to hearing some feedback.
also reblogs are very much appreciated🫶🏾
word count: approx 1.8k
warnings: angst , tw:miscarragie , slight mentions of depression
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Sonny was the one who suspected you were pregnant. He noticed how much bigger your boobs were, your mood swings, and the fact that you were sleeping and eating more than normal, so he talked to you about it, but you told him that you were just tired, and that your boobs were growing and that everything was normal. However, Sonny was convinced that something else was going on. Your period was always irregular, and you were on birth control, so you were truly not worried. But he insisted on buying you a pregnancy test, saying it was just to be sure. And, to your surprise, it was positive. You were pregnant.
You almost didn't believe it. It was something that the two of you hadn't discussed yet. You already knew how he felt about starting a family. He wasn't totally opposed to it but football was his main priority. You weren't quite sure how to react, so you stayed quiet, not wanting to press the issue or make him uncomfortable. The sounds of sniffles brought you out of your thoughts. You glanced at him and noticed the tears streaming down his face. He had been struggling to keep his composure, but the emotion of the situation had gotten to him. He suddenly held you tightly. It was a comforting embrace, and you found yourself holding back tears of your own His grip was tight and firm as if he was afraid you would disappear if he let go. "We're pregnant," he chuckled lightly. You were surprised by the sudden display of affection, "You're not mad?" You looked up at him in disbelief and found his face smiling down at you
That's when realisation hit you: Sonny was to cry out of happiness. You smiled back and asked, "Are you really okay with this?" He nodded his head and brushed away a tear as he said, "Yes, we're going to have a baby!" You felt so much joy at that moment and suddenly found yourself overflowing with it.
Son and you were visiting the doctor for your initial ultrasound. And even though you only had a tiny baby bump, Sonny loved it a lot. It boosted his ego, knowing that it was his baby. He beamed with pride, seeing the image of his soon-to-be son or daughter on the screen and whispered to you that he couldn't believe how much their lives were about to change. Even though there were a few nerves mixed in with the excitement, the moment felt perfect, and you couldn't wait to find out the gender.
The day after the ultrasound, Sonny came home with baby clothes, making your heart melt. You two were already planning the baby shower and how you were going to tell his fans. Sonny was so excited, and every time he spoke about the baby, his eyes lit up. You both started to think about the impact of this news, and it was obvious that this was a huge milestone for both of you. You decided to announce it when you were almost at the due date, it would be better for everyone. You had mixed feelings; on one hand, you were happy and excited to share the news of the upcoming arrival, but on the other hand, you were both scared as well.
As you were getting closer to the second trimester, you weren't feeling well, aside from nausea and constant vomiting. You had no energy and felt like you were always exhausted. You were both anxious to get an ultrasound and see if everything was okay, but Sonny had training in the morning, so you opted to go later during the day.
Later in the day, You're just getting into a good sleep when you roll over and feel wetness on your outer thigh, which immediately wakes you up. You search for the light switch on your bedside table, turn it on, and rub your eyes to help you adjust to the darkness, thinking you must have been dreaming about peeing a little too vividly. Even though changing the sheets is something you really don't want to deal with, what you see is beyond changing. Alarms are immediately raised by bright crimson, and when you look down, you see that the source is exactly what you had hoped it wouldn't be. Your heart skips a beat as you realise that it isn't just pee . There isn't much time to respond as a sharp pain ricochets through your entire torso, coming from your womb and making you immediately want to throw up. Forgetting that Sonny had left for training, you yelled his name. Despite your trembling, you manage to pick up the phone and dial 911 for an ambulance as the pain grows more and more intense. Your mind is in a fog as you explain what happened to the dispatcher, and they assure you that help is on its way. You can feel tears streaming down your face as the pain increases and you focus on your breathing to keep yourself from passing out. You hear a siren in the distance, and it gets louder and louder as you await help until you see the flashing lights of the ambulance coming to your aid.
"Don't contact anyone" is all you can muster out before letting the darkness consume you.
You awoke with no memory of anything wrong, but the unfamiliar surroundings and the IV attached to your arm reminded you of what had happened; suddenly you couldn't breathe again.
Your entire world is turned upside down in a matter of hours. As they induce you for a birth you'll never be able to celebrate, they hook you up to several IV bags, and for the next several hours, all you have for company is a pain that you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. Finally, against your better judgement, you say yes when the nurses ask if you'd like to hold your baby for the first and last time. Her flawless, contented face breaks you. Despite the circumstances, you can't help but be enamoured. Tears well up in your eyes as you realise that, while this was supposed to be one of the happiest days of your life, turned out to be one of the saddest. You gently rock your daughter, who has become your entire world in the span of a few short moments. You try to ignore the feeling of guilt as you think about how this little person will never experience the love, protection and security that come from being part of a family. The moment her little breaths ceased, it was like your body shut down, you began hyperventilating. You feel overwhelmed with emotion, trying desperately to come to terms with the sudden and unfair loss of your daughter. The nurses whisked her away and rushed to inject you with tranquillizers. Your last sight of her was her tiny body, blanketed in white, motionless, and pale before darkness engulfed you once again.
"Where is Y/N?"
"I need to see my girlfriend."
"I can't believe no one called me sooner."
Loud yelling jolted you awake.
You could sense the anger and despair that filled his mind as he raced down the corridor of the hospital, desperately searching for you. The nurses had finally led him to you, and when he had spotted you laying on the hospital bed his eyes softened and the frustration melted away as relief flooded through him. The relief was short-lived, as he noticed how drained you looked and how you couldn't even look at him.
" I'm so sorry," you said, your voice strained and barely above a whisper.
He started to freak you out when he saw you crying. He moved closer to the bed and took your hand gently in his, his thumb brushing over the back of it. He looked deeply into your eyes, trying to read what was wrong with you "It's okay," he said in a calming tone, "tell me what's wrong." You looked away, unable to look him in the eye as you explained what happened.
"It was a girl," you managed to choke out
It has been a little bit over a week since you heard the most terrible news of your life. You failed to speak, properly eat, and get out of bed. The void in your heart was just becoming more apparent.
Sonny stood by you the whole time, not leaving you alone unless he had training. He cried with you, held you. But you were so depressed that you couldn't bring yourself to reciprocate the love and attention he was giving you.
"y/n, you have to get up," Sonny says to you while caressing your face.
"I don't want to" you look away from him, burying your face in the pillow.
"It's been a week since you last got up. You can't stay on the bed the rest of your life, Y/N" he runs his hand through your messy hair, making you look at him.
"I just fucking lost my daughter, Son. I'm a mess. You never wanted to have children this early anyways so you must be glad" you can feel the tears running down your face.
"She was our daughter. Ours. She was my baby, too. You don't think I feel like shit too? Just cause it wasn't in my plans doesn't mean i didn't love her too." he gets up, walking out of the room
Son was staring at the wall in the living room. He felt empty inside like someone had torn out his heart. After a few minutes, he got a hold of himself and went to lie down next to you. not knowing what to say or do. Neither of you spoke while maintaining your upward gaze. Sonny didn't move an inch as you rolled over and faced the wall. He moved toward you only after you extended your hand to him. He spooned you while you clung to him as you sobbed. As you both sobbed over your loss
" I'll always be here for you. I can't even imagine the kind of pain you're feeling right now. But I don't want to lose you too. I know nothing I say will make this easier for you, but I want you to know that you are not alone "
You turn back to face him and say, in a low voice, "I'm sorry. You must be struggling, too." You keep wiping your cheeks as the tears roll down.
"Just promise me that I'm not going to lose you too." He looks at me with a hurt expression, his eyes brimming with tears "I can't see you crying every day," he says, and you try to nod as he wipes your tears away.
You can feel a glimmer of hope thanks to Son's love. You looked into each other's eyes, knowing that it would never be the same again. You hugged him tightly, hoping it was enough to hold onto the little bit of hope he gave you.
He kept whispering his love for you and assurances that everything would be fine for the rest of the night. That it would get better. He swore that from then on, that no matter what happened, he would never leave your side and he would make sure you were safe. He would go to any lengths to see you happy again.
summary: Before the World Cup match against Portugal, you get creative in motivating Heung-Min.
warnings: 18+ ONLY, unprotected intercourse, oral, some slight overstimulation, creampie (breeding kink if you interpret it that way lol)
!!! If you’re not 18+, click off now !!!
disclaimer: please do not copy or translate any of my work, thanks!
The atmosphere in the past few days had been amazing, even on arrival the energy and excitement had hung in the air even though not a lot of fans had arrived at that time yet.
Across all participating nations and their respective teams, even more people than you had ever even anticipated had flown in to support them in every match. Tension rose on every match day, different colours displayed in the streets leading to the centre point - Qatar's stadiums.
Even though you had flown in from London to the much hotter country, you were in fact not there to cheer on the English team. The aptly dubbed "Red Devils" were who you came for, more specifically their captain.
Number 7. Son Heung-Min.
The nicest man in football.
And most importantly: your boyfriend.
The group matches were still in full swing and though Korea had not yet won a match but secured their standing by one draw and one loss, they still had a chance to advance from their group and into the knockout stage. Their next opponent would be Portugal, where most would cower in fear at the world-renowned team with some very strong players, the Korean national team had developed a surprisingly strong but respectful attitude.
Their energy had only heightened at the opportunity to further represent their nation at such an important event that the whole team was a joy to watch - focussed but also so laden with excitement and drive.
Needless to say, you stood proud at every match, every training session, cheering them on with all that you could give. It had been one thing to watch Heung-Min in the Premier and Champions League with Tottenham, but a World Cup? You had yet to see anything more mesmerising.
Thankful that he had asked you to accompany him even if not all of the players' partners flew out to Qatar, you gave it your all to be there for him when needed. Not that he needed any more motivation, but a little boost could never hurt, right?
So it came that you waited for him in your shared hotel room, overlooking the dazzling lights slowly appearing as the sunset cast the warm night in golden hues. It only added a further warmth to the fiery colour of the top that you had put on after your afternoon shower. The red fabric of the Korean national jersey created a fascinating ripple against your form as it hung longer than the one you had been given as your own. Though the same number graced the front and back, this one had Heung-Min's unique scent to it after he had worn it to the press photoshoots earlier that day.
You had come to stand in front of the big windows with the plan to take a picture of the beautiful sunset, when you heard the door to the room open.
"Hello love, what are you doing?" He greeted you as he came to stand behind you, your shapes just barely discernible against the reflection of the window.
"Taking a picture. But now I'd rather look at you." With a smile, you turned just as his hands found your hips, seemingly their favourite place to be. Arms coming up to circle around his neck, you anticipated the rise of his brows, but not the absolutely adorable expression of wonder on Heung-Min's face. He was too cute for his own good with that almost too innocent surprise.
Fascinated at the fact that his big hands were now resting on bare skin due to the jersey rising with your arms, he traced the shape of your hips, though he did not find the line of your underwear as he had calculated.
The poor guy almost looked as if the fact that you had worn nothing underneath had short-circuited his brain. Slightly stepping back in your embrace, he looked down between you two before meeting your mischievous gaze again.
"What? Nothing is under this?" The awestruck tone was a stark contrast to the shivers that the feel of his hands on you sent across your skin.
"But what if someone came in here and it wasn't me?"
You leant forward, pressing your chest against his, and up on your toes to let your lips touch his slightly as you spoke.
"Well then it's a good thing that it's you who came, eh?" The innuendo in your tone wasn't lost, though where he would usually huff out a laugh at your cheesiness, this time it pulled a low groan from Heung-Min's throat. It could be tantalisingly easy to manoeuvre his mind into the gutter, making a sly grin break out on your face. You still kept close, breath mingling as you just let your state of dress, or rather undress, direct his next steps.
The rise and fall of your chests pressed so closely together, though separated by two layers you really wished gone, made for a decadent sensation on your skin. Breath coming faster the longer you just relished in the moment, not really kissing but so close you could almost taste him, Heung-Min broke from his deliberation and moved, palms sliding across your hips and around the swell of your ass, suddenly picking you up.
A breathless laugh left you as your plans rendered successful, all day you had been feeling so needy for him. Stuck in the press photoshoot followed by his training left no time to alert him of your mood. But now you finally had him all to yourself, with plans to keep it that way until the next day.
Legs that surely were a bit tired from practice, carried you both backwards until he carefully settled on the edge of the bed, though his hands never left your skin, resuming to roam across your back, sides, hips and bum as if he still could not believe.
"I wanted to motivate you for the next match, love. But also I've been craving you all day long." By the end, you couldn't help but accentuate your statement by grinding down against his hips beneath yours. The fabric of his shorts was surely already tinted darker than before where your neediness was most apparent.
His tight hold on your body, paired with the sinfully timbre sound from deep in his lungs were a clear indicator that he felt the same.
“You’re driving me insane, baby.” Heung-Min ground out between heavy breaths but his hands made no attempt to stop your hips, instead he let them roam freely across all of you that he could reach. Bracing against one of his shoulders, you leant into him to let your lips travel across the column of his neck, placing teasing kisses before nudging his head to tilt back with the bridge of your nose beneath his sharp jawline. The slight stubble there lent another unique sensation to your encounter.
“I hope I do, show Portugal how insane you can be…” A roughness had crept into your tone, you wanted to see him play a devil’s game, wanted to be proud of his every move on the pitch, feel your heart racing along to his. Though for now you had another way in your mind to make the latter happen.
Slowly, your fingers crept beneath the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel more of him against your own skin even if you were reluctant to separate your lips from his flushed neck. As you pulled on the fabric, up and up and up until you were in exact opposite states of dress, your eyes followed every centimetre of skin that was exposed to your hungry gaze. Chest moving with deep breaths, a hard flush across his neck and ears and an expression at least as starved as your own, Heung-Min was the picture of saint and sin - an innocence tainted in carnal want.
As much as he enjoyed being explored like this, something clicked within him at the sight of you, his girl in his own jersey, painted in golden light while your hips had begun to move again as if out of your own control. His queen braced on his lap like it was your throne, letting your fingers trace over what you were so proud to call yours. A long groan bubbled up from beneath his breastbone as he threaded one of those big hands into your hair and pulled you down to finally meet your lips properly.
Eyes closing in pleasure, you let yourself fall into the first of innumerable kisses that evening and what you had craved all day long. The sinful push and pull, seeking and following, dominating and submitting of two lovers lost in themselves. There was something in the air between you, that electrifying excitement of everything around you, the prospect of a hard and blood pumping match around the corner and you felt his energy beneath you - strong thighs flexing against your skin, fingers tracing, scratching, gripping at your body in an attempt to pace himself.
But you both knew just how hopeless of a venture that could turn out to be, it had been like that from the beginning. You were the one to stand proud by him and help him through everything, who accepted all of his moods and led him back to where he wanted to be. And sometimes he needed to vent his happiness, joy, frustration, sadness, anger; whatever it was, you were there for him.
And he paid you back in his number one love language: touch and appreciation. Gave you everything you ever wanted from a relationship, encouraged and boosted your confidence and skills. Two pieces that fit together so well, a fact that was obvious in your current state; minds and bodies meant to work together in unison.
Heung-Min’s hold on your hips turned into his best leverage to suddenly lean back, taking you with him to roll you beneath him in a movement that left your head spinning for a second. Almost pouting, you looked up at him with your best annoyed expression at your now changed positions, though it soon vanished when he sealed your frown in a short kiss. Your curious gaze followed him as he made his way down your body, lips travelling to close around your hardened nipples through the thin fabric covering them. It drew a series of sharp breaths and moans from your throat as lips turned to teeth and he ventured lower while his hands again curled around your hips, positioning your calves to hang across his shoulders.
Opened up for him like that, only one destination could be on his mind and the hunger was so visible on your boyfriend’s face as he pushed the jersey up to gather around your waist and his broad shoulders forced your legs further apart.
“Heung-Min…” His name left your lips, stained a deeper colour than usual due to the assault of his teeth, in a hushed breath while he guided one of your hands into his hair and held the other in his hand resting across your abdomen. A non-verbal sign for you to hold on.
From experience, you could tell it was needed and the fact sent another wave of pleasure straight to your core, an involuntary contraction around nothing drawing Heung-Min’s dark eyes from your face back down to your dripping pussy. A man passionate not only in every single match, but everything that was important to him, making him a very pleasurable partner in all regards.
“I know baby… you’ve been so needy, let me take care of you.” Though the words came in a breath across your wet flesh that made you clench again, you couldn’t miss his underlying promise. Dynamics were usually very fluent in your relationship, you were open and honest with each other, neither afraid to cry, to laugh, to embarrass yourselves. But in his low tone, that particular rumbling voice, his gratefulness for your presence manifested in the wish to worship you - help you out of your predicament in the way he knew you wanted.
Sometimes a bit shy in expressing your sexual desires, you had both learnt to read the other like an open book which led to a shared curiosity for a lot of things.
In a moment of endearment, you gently brushed back the hair that had fallen into his face and sent him a loving smile. You were truly the luckiest girl in the world to have him by your side.
Encouraged by your gesture, Heung-Min finally stopped his teasing and tasted your arousal in a long swipe of his tongue, finishing in an addicting swirl around your clit. Dual groans echoed along the walls of your hotel room as the light of the sunset painted your bodies golden, resembling the sharp pleasure racing through your systems. Like a man starved, he almost drowned himself in pleasing you, nipping, licking, flicking all of your sweet spots and shivers raced across your skin, all hairs rising in ecstasy.
Your fingers tightened in the longer hair at the back of his head as two of those elegant, long fingers finally filled the emptiness within you, a wet squelch testament of how much you wanted him. Even though the curl of his index and middle finger against your walls momentarily made you see stars, they were not enough. A sound low from your chest made him pull back.
By now, Heung-Min knew exactly what the tone of your whines meant, switching to increase pressure on the inside of your abdomen while bracing from the outside with his other hand. And when his thumb began drawing these tight, hot, little circles around your clit simultaneously, you spiralled quickly.
A wildfire of white-hot nerves burned from your core, across your hips and abdomen, making your legs shiver where they rested across his back. A choked cry left your wet lips as you could not hold the sound in any longer, overwhelmed by your orgasm.
Where Heung-Min could be the symbol of cuteness, he had a massive mischievous streak to him, loving to tease in every given situation. In the end, you had to dig your heels into his back when his lips returned to your cunt to draw out your stimulation.
Twitching, you pulled on his hair in overstimulation and that small dirty laugh of his almost made you come again. The laugh turned into a sly grin as he came to rest above you again, lips still wet with your arousal. You shared a long moan when your fingers still in his hair pulled him down to seal your lips together again.
He almost made you forget everything around you with those deep, sensual kisses that stole your breath and sanity. Only after a few minutes did you manage to let your hands wander across his hips and down to cup his more than hard length through the fabric of his boxers and shorts. Straining against the material, you could trace almost every ridge and vein as your fingers teasingly wandered from head to shaft to then lightly squeeze the base.
Heung-Min’s forehead came to rest against yours, heavy breath fanning across your lips that now held the mischievous smile. At another pass of your fingers across the underside of his cock, you leant up to take his lower lip between your teeth tauntingly, making him twitch in pleasure.
Finally relenting, you hooked your thumbs into the elastic of both obtrusive garments and carefully pushed them down his thick thighs. Then, you used this small moment of chance to thread your legs around his middle and brace against his chest to flip you around again. A proud smile pulled across your slightly bruised lips as you sat atop your boyfriend’s thighs again, relishing in his moan as you carefully slid your wet cunt across his cock, coating him so sinfully.
As his hands trailed up your thighs to curl around your hips again, you grasped the neckline of the jersey in an effort to strip yourself to his level of nakedness.
Only you didn’t come very far when Heung-Min held onto the bottom hem. A little confused, you met his gaze and couldn’t miss the colour across his cheeks and nose.
He cleared his throat before speaking, tone careful but in a voice so deliciously deep from pleasure.
“Can you keep it on?” As the words left his lips, the blush intensified, slightly embarrassed. So that’s what had got him going so quickly, not only the fact that you were bare beneath his own jersey but also the selection of the garment.
With a fond smile, you leant down to press a loving kiss to his lips and then his flushed cheeks. “Of course.” you winked at him as you straightened again, inevitably making you slide against his hardness at least a little involuntarily resulting in your moans mixing once again. A sound sweeter than sugar to your ears.
Somehow the knowledge that wearing his number and name on your naked body worked so well in turning him on made you feel the same. The feeling of fabric against your hardened nipples wasn’t unwelcome and being dressed almost decently where Heung-Min lay naked and ready beneath you brought a sense of power over you. Not a dominant person usually, this whole encounter played into a direction you had not yet explored. The concentrated furrow of his dark brows as his cock pulsing impatiently against your wet cunt let you know that he had noticed, too.
As much as you wanted to continue teasing him - watching the frustration grow, the flex of his fingers on your waist in impatience and that cute flush against his fair skin; you were growing restless, too. Your want had not diminished with your first orgasm, instead it made you crave the feeling of fullness even more.
With one hand reaching forward to slightly lean on his chest, you sat back slightly and took hold of his stiff cock. There was no need for more wetness, he was already so hot and wet and needy, precum beading delicately. Even though in a committed relationship, you were never not fascinated by Heung-Min and his reactions. A long breath escaped his chest as he threw his head back into the pillow when you wrapped your fingers around his base and gave him a slow, teasing stroke to swipe your thumb over the sensitive head and collect his precum. You felt his dark eyes return to watch you intently while you brought your hand up to your lips that were once again drawn into a mischievous smile. Winking, you made it a show to lick along the whole length of your thumb, sucking it into your mouth with a lascivious moan and never breaking eye contact.
Seemingly teased enough, Heung-Min leaned up suddenly, abs flexing so deliciously, to pull you down and into his hungry kiss. Your tongues curling around the slight saltiness left on your palate made shivers of pleasure race across your skin, it was all the best things; slow, deep, sensual and filthy in the best way.
One hand on his broad shoulder, you reached down to guide him into your wet heat. Even just the breach of his defined head through your folds made you moan as you came up for air. Your hand then reached up to brush your thumb along his delicate cheekbone before you rested your forehead against his. And while you sunk down slowly, the wet drag of his thickness almost made your eyes roll back, though a whine hung in the air between you as you could practically see his usual patience slip. With a hungry bite to your bottom lip, Heung-Min threaded his arms behind your back to grasp your shoulders from behind and pull you down against his hips with a low groan.
“Ah!” The expression slipped from your throat before realised, the sudden fullness rendering you speechless otherwise. Trying to hold in the needy whine did not last long when Heung-Min forced your eyes to meet his with a pinch to the back of your neck.
“Look at me, baby.” The deepness of his voice almost made you close your eyes again, but you held his dark, warm eyes.
“I want to hear you. Everything.” Soothing his fingers over your neck gently, he coaxed a small sound from your lips and you nodded slightly with your forehead still resting softly against his.
“Need you so bad right now…” you trailed off as you rolled your hips in a small movement to try and alleviate the sense of desperation within you.
“I’ve got you.” came his hushed reply against your sensitive lips. And he never went back on his promises, helping you rise onto your knees until just his tip remained within your dripping cunt. At the next powerful contact of your hips, a sob broke from deep within your chest that made his brow crease in worry before you rose again, and again. It just felt so good you were inclined to cry from pleasure and gratitude. The loving trace of your fingers along his shoulders, neck and chest stood in contrast to the hard thrusts you set from the beginning, craving this delicious feeling over and over again. And Heung-Min complied with your wishes as if he’d read your thoughts, guiding his strong hold over your hips, waist and thighs to take some strain off you.
A slight change in angle had you both crying out in unison as a spark of pleasure surged through you both, originating where you were so deeply joined. Sweat beaded on your bodies, enabling a sensual grind that made you throw your head back and thus pressing your chest against his, minimising the space between you.
That’s when you noticed your reflection in the tall windows. Due to the progressing dusk, the ambient lighting in your room turned the glass into a mirror more with each passing minute. Allowing you to witness your own flushed cheeks and more importantly, the fascinating and erotic picture Heung-Min and you presented. You carded your fingers through his thick hair to get his attention before guiding his gaze to meet yours in the reflection.
He let out a long breath turning into a groan by the end as his hands gripped your ass to make you move again. For a while, both of your eyes were fixed on your mirror image, almost as if watching your own live porn. Only the pinch of his teeth against one of your nipples made you whip your head back again as you breathed in a hiss.
After a chaste kiss to your lips, he wrapped his arm around your back and turned you under him once again, all without losing contact. With his weight, the pressure into your slick walls increased and you could only moan in agreement to his actions. Also, he looked so damn good on top of you, even better with his head framed by your ankles on his shoulders.
Trapped between his hot body and the bed, he forced you open so easily, hamstrings twitching in their stretched position and only adding to the pleasure you felt. This angle enabled him to penetrate you even deeper, every stroke matching the intensity you had set on top effortlessly.
Of course, he was trained to run at least 10 kilometres in every match, lasting 45 minutes of arduous activity on every other day which meant he had the stamina to fuck you for at least as long. The memories of past nights flashed across your mind even as you knew that you would not last that long that evening. You had been so worked up the whole day long and grew impatient with how Heung-Min was purposefully driving into you oh so slowly.
To remind him of your growing need to come, you dragged your nails up his bare sides gently, resulting in shivers breaking out beneath your touch.
“Heung-Min…please.”
He leant down into you more, watching your expression intently.
“Mhm? What do you need?” In any other moment, you would have narrowed your eyes at him but due to a series of faster thrusts, he chased all traces of that from your mind before stilling entirely.
“I need to come…” You thrust your hips into his as best as you could in your folded position. “No teasing, faster please…” At your almost pleading tone, he pressed a hard kiss to your lips and finally relented.
It left you reeling, a hard gasp for breath and harsh grip on his shoulders as you held on. Depth, strength, tempo - he fell into that perfect rhythm that he just knew would send you barrelling into pleasure. As if driving you into oblivion was his sole purpose, he pressed so deeply into you, making you feel every inch of his hard length down to grinding his hips into yours on every sharp, hard stroke. His name fell from your lips in between harsh gasps and moans as he forced you closer and closer, no room for anything else in your head than coming on his dick.
The fingers of one of your hands threaded back into his hair and made him look up from watching where he drove into your heat.
“I need you to come inside. Need it so bad…” Your confession earned you a harsh groan.
Sweat beaded on his brow delicately as a filthy grin pulled across his full lips.
“Come on my cock and I’ll fill you up so much. Maybe I need to fuck you over and over again to make you feel really full, huh?” His words sent spasms across the whole length of your body, you loved his dirty mouth so much. You only managed to nod enthusiastically before he fell into that maddening rhythm again, ploughing into you with forceful thrusts, each driving you higher and higher.
With no other choice, you descended into pleasure for the second time, though where the first had felt like a spreading fire, this one crashed into you like a storm, electrifying every bit of your body and almost sending your mind into overdrive. The build-up had driven you so much higher.
Keeping his dirty promises, Heung-Min surrendered to the pleasure-driven tightness of your slick cunt, burying himself as deep as possible as he came with a rough moan against your lips. The spasms of his own orgasm prolonged your pleasure and the warmth of his come settled deep between your hips.
Heung-Min only moved to guide your legs from his shoulders and around his hips, not yet ready to let go of the blissful post-coital feeling. The faint twitches of his softening length still sent small sparks of pleasure through you as you luxuriated in the warmth of his embrace and the solidness of his weight against yourself.
The soft strands of his hair were parted gently by your fingers running through it, which after a few moments made him raise his head from where it had come to rest in the crook of your neck.
Surely his flushed face and content expression mirrored your own as you smiled up at him serenely.
Once again so perfectly on the same page, you had breathed identical words.
“I love you.”
A/N: Uhm, yeah. This was stuck in my head for a while and my hormones made me do it, hahaha. Hope you enjoyed this unrequested filth I just needed to write.^^
Hiii 👋🏻 i sent a request about sonny proposing a few days ago and i saw your post earlier. If you can, could you write it as head cannon or drabble please whichever is more convenient for you thank youu ❤️
Hi I can request where son heung min is dating actress they watch the new show together and he gets jealous because you kiss another man
I hope it makes sense-💌
Thank you-❤️
authors note: heyy thanks for your patience i hope you enjoy this one and let me know what you think 🫶🏾
warnings: none just pure fluff , jealous sonny
word count: approx 800 words
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It was late at night, so you and Son were both in your pyjamas and cuddling on your couch. You're using his shoulder as a pillow for your head while lying on the blanket that the two of you are sharing. You start browsing Netflix and recommend something lighthearted and humorous, but Son suggests that you watch a drama instead. You can tell that he wants to watch a drama because of how serious his face looks, so you agree and tell him to pick while you get some snacks.
You pick up the blanket off you both and get up to get the snacks, snuggling it close to your body like a makeshift robe. This elicits an annoyed groan from the Son, at which you simply stick your tongue out. He shakes his head at you before grabbing the remote and browsing through the list of dramas. When you come back to sit down with a bowl of popcorn, Son has already started the movie, and your eyes widen as your face comes into the frame.
"I'm beginning to regret choosing this drama to watch," he says as he watches you lock lips with the male lead.
Something about how the guy looked at you, the way only he should be allowed to, and how his arm was wrapped around your waist bothered him.
But to see him kiss you? That was too much for him. He wanted to support you, but seeing you kiss that other guy made him realize how much he wanted you for himself. Nothing could have prepared him to see your lips meeting someone else's.
Your head shook as you tried to reach for the remote, "We don't have to watch this"
"Why can't I watch my girlfriend now?" he muttered angrily, "You guys are just acting. It's no big deal, really."
"Right…"
"Is there something you don't want me to see? Is that it? What does he kiss you better than I do" Sonny questioned.
Your eyebrows furrowed as you quickly picked up on what was going on, "Why did you pick this drama if you were going to get jealous?"
"I'm not jealous of a kiss." he scoffed, exasperated, as he looked away from you.
"Tell your face that," you teased as he tried to straighten out his expression. "It's a kiss for work, Sonny. It's nothing for you to worry about."
Sonny gritted his teeth, rolling his eyes in an attempt to brush off the subject.
You snuggled up closer to him. "It's just a kiss, nothing more," you whispered, planting a small peck on his cheek.
"Come on," you said, brushing a lock of his hair back. "I can't believe you actually think I would like someone else when I already have you."
"I don't know," Son defeatedly replied with a shrug, "it's common for co-stars to fall in love on set."
You smiled, taking his hands in yours, and said, "I don't care for what's 'common.'
Son glanced back at you, "How can you expect me not to think like that? Look at that; you two are kissing so passionately that any person would think you're in love."
"It's a good thing I'm not anyone else; I'm just me." You laughed and kissed him again, pressing your forehead against his and saying softly, "It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks, okay?"
You made a silly face, earning a smile from the pouting boy. Satisfied with his reaction, you settle into his lap on the couch, wrapping the blanket around both of you. He sighed, resting his chin atop your head and squeezing you tightly as you two resumed watching the movie.
"He's tall," Son muttered under his breath as your co-star appeared on the screen.
"You're taller," You said with a sly smirk, eliciting a chuckle from your companion.
As the movie continued, he scoffed, "He's just so good-looking and so popular, too. What if fans start making edits of you two kissing or start shipping you two?" you looked down and smiled, shaking your head in disbelief. You turn around so you're straddling his lap while facing him, taking his face into your hands. You look into his eyes and say,
"Then you just have to let them know that no one can kiss me as good as you do." before pressing your lips against his.
Hi can I request where son heung min is dating actress they watch the new show together and he gets jealous because you kiss another man
I hope it makes sense-💌
Thank you-
hey happy new year!!
im not sure if this is the same anon/user but i’ve seen this in my inbox a few times 😭 so i wanted to let you know that i’m currently working on this so hopefully it’ll be out this week
summary: request - AU where the reader is a doctor and Son gets injured. They meet in the hospital where Sonny is immediately attracted to her~ @tt0606
warnings: Heung-Min is injured ㅠㅠ; other than that, none
disclaimer: please do not copy or translate any of my work, thanks!
For the regular person, smells like disinfectant and rubber might bring up bad memories, but for a particular group, it meant a sense of responsibility, of caring and tending to others; a mission to serve the greater good.
Even the mechanic sound of the electronic front door sliding open made a smile draw across your features. Another day, another chance to help.
It had been a pleasurable change in pace, recently transferring from the very hospital you had graduated in towards new horizons. The opportunity had presented itself in duality; a great chance to advance into the field of your choice at a prestigious London facility, but it also meant leaving behind some of your favourite colleagues and friends. Though in the past weeks you hadn’t come to regret anything, it had been the right thing to do and you were welcomed so warmly into the new environment.
Being a young doctor had its ups and downs, from facing patients and their families behaving disrespectfully simply because of your age to smiling faces when you discharged another difficult case, it all came with the job. And while not every day was perfect, you were right where you always wanted to be, a fully fledged surgeon with a focus on sports injuries.
If it had come differently, you might have wandered into professional sports yourself, advancing further than your hometown’s regional league. A slightly mistreated injury at one of your matches had cancelled those plans and made you want to do it right yourself, to focus on efficient and less invasive treatments. Your own background in amateur football gave you a slight leg up in the fierce competition around your current position - you could not deny having shed a few happy tears when you heard the news.
But still, you were not prepared to face who a myriad of commentators had dubbed “the nicest man in football” so quickly after your transferral. Apparently news of the new surgeon had broken and spread around the London club scene quite fast.
Son Heung-Min, the sport’s indisputable “Golden Boy” was wheeled into the sports injury department only a few hours after you had started your shift. Though right now, his usually happy face was contorted in pain and the clenched fists indicated anger at his predicament - a new side to the player you had cheered for when you needed a distraction from your arduous coursework.
“Son, Heung-Min. 30. Collision during a match, took a blow to the side of the face. No external bleeding and no apparent internal head trauma. No checks so far.” The medically trained personnel that had brought him in summarised to you as you fell into step beside them.
You addressed your resident, now in your usual working mode. “Order a CT scan immediately. Mr. Son, are you feeling abnormal nausea or dizziness?” Son slightly shook his head, but the wince that flicked across his face was a clear indicator to you even if the man currently refused to look or talk to you.
Just before they transferred him onto the stretcher that would take him down to the scanning rooms, you stepped in front of the wheelchair the footballer had been brought in. Crouching down, you reached out carefully to brush back the hair that had fallen into his face, blocking the injured left side where a slight bruise already formed. He flinched back slightly and still avoided eye contact, a silent brewing anger palpable just through his body language.
“손님, 잠시만 위를 봐주시겠어요?” (Mr. Son, could you look up for a moment?)
The conversation between your resident and the training staff stumbled for a second as you addressed the man in front of you gently. Of course, none of them knew that your mother had been adopted by Koreans living in the UK and that your mother and grandparents had taken great pride in teaching you their language. So, while ethnically not Korean, you spoke it fluently.
At hearing his mother tongue, Son looked up even if in slight hurt and the pain in his expression was still apparent, even through the surprise.
You took the chance to examine his eyes' reaction to your flashlight and when you finished with a nod, no abnormal pupil dilation or reaction time, his eyes hadn’t left you. In fact, now he couldn’t stop looking at you. Even as he was eventually wheeled towards the CT department, he kept your figure in his sight for as long as possible.
While laying still for his scans, Heung-Min still stewed over your encounter, even if he hadn’t said a single thing. Who was this doctor? Tottenham had brought their athletes to the best hospital for sports injuries for a few years now and never had he noticed anyone like you. The curiosity he felt regarding you as a person, as a doctor and also as a woman overshadowed even the anger he had felt at himself for getting injured.
He couldn't forget the tone your voice had taken when addressing him in Korean, a gentler tone than when ordering your resident to schedule his scan. And a pronunciation that seemed so natural, even a slight regional accent to your intonation - no matter which way he turned his observation, he always came to the conclusion that, against all odds, the pretty doctor had to be a native speaker.
Only the word “surgery” could draw him from his train of thought and the frustration at the current situation and his injury came back full force. An operation? How bad could it be, he had only caught a shoulder to the side of his face? And with the long awaited World Cup right around the corner, he absolutely could not afford any downtime, let alone being operated on!
A few hours later, you had just received Son's blood work and a summary of his successful surgery as the very man began to wake from his anaesthesia. Carefully, you made your way to the window to draw the curtains so as not to irritate his eyes upon waking, as well as alert him to your presence in the room.
Drowsy brown eyes focussed on you walking back over and a small groan left him as he sat up slightly. A smile played around your lips even as his seemed to frown as he remembered why he was at the hospital in the first place.
Setting down his chart at the foot of the bed, you softly addressed him in Korean. “Mr. Son, you might not feel like it, but your operation was a success. The head surgeon stabilised your fractured eye socket and you will make a full recovery.”
After clearing his throat, the Korean finally spoke to you with a slightly hoarse voice. “When can I play again?”
“Ah. I thought you might ask.” As if commanded, your resident entered the room after knocking, followed by one of the hospital’s medical technicians that handed you a small package.
“Of course, you cannot play immediately,” the frown returned, “but we will work with you to ensure a safe and speedy recovery. Usually you would be out of commission for at least a few months.” you continued in English before the footballer interrupted you.
“But the World Cup is in a few weeks time!” The frustration and fear of disappointing his nation at such an important event overshadowed even the small spark of joy he felt when you were the first sight after waking from surgery.
“Yes, we are quite aware of that. You might have seen other players at important games wearing protective gear, but facial injuries so far meant great discomfort while playing or sitting out crucial matches. So it is good that you were brought here, we have been working on improving protective gear for the past few years.”
While explaining, you pulled the object from its package - the prototype of a half mask, made to cover the eye area in a more ergonomic way.
“It will take some adjusting to, but this mask is what can enable you to play in the World Cup in a few weeks. Of course, we will monitor your training for a few weeks to ensure the fracture heals correctly, but the improved material will offer better protection and if successful, we will be happy to send you to Qatar.” You ended with an encouraging smile and handed the mask over to him, offering Son the chance to read your name tag.
After a few days, Son seemed to warm up to the idea of wearing the mask, even if he had been agitated at first. But after talking to his team and shortly before his release, he was more glad to be able to play and began to appreciate the chance the advanced technology had given him.
Sadly, you hadn’t been assigned his primary doctor, as he was placed under the care and supervision of the head surgeon and you had just checked on him when said surgeon had not been available. At least, he got to talk to you again on the morning of his release as you came around for the pre-release rounds.
While you had not exchanged that many words with the Korean, you had certainly wished for more chances. After talking to his team and confirming that they were indeed sending him to the World Cup after a few weeks of training, he returned to the charismatic and kind nature you had witnessed through interviews before.
So you exchanged warm smiles and greetings as you entered his room. All of his belongings were already safely stowed away and he looked ready to go.
“How are you feeling, Mr. Son? Ready to go home and recover?” The slight teasing approach earned you an eye roll followed by a wide smile. A flash of confusion drew his brows delicately as he realised that you had once again spoken to him in Korean.
A small pout puckered his lips. “I just want to play again. But I will rest if you tell me why your Korean is so good?” His verbal deal made you laugh, a pleasant sound between the walls of a facility usually so sombre.
“Deal. My mother was adopted by a Korean family and they taught me from childhood on.” An awestruck expression was the answer to your explanation and you swore you saw a small blush dart across his cheeks.
“I rarely get the chance to use it outside of family, so I guess I took the chance. Sorry if I surprised you.” you confessed with a small smile.
“No, don’t worry. I like it.” As soon as the words left his lips, the blush darkened as if he hadn't meant to say all of that out loud. And you couldn’t help the reaction of your body, a mirroring splash of colour tinted your cheeks as you shared a laugh.
The door interrupted the small moment and you retreated as his primary doctor came in to formally discharge him.
“Good luck, Mr. Son.” You bowed slightly, a gesture shared in your cultural backgrounds and he recognized it with a soft bow of his head and a gentle smile.
With your back to the door, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding. The blush still pertained and you tried to fan yourself in vain. Unbeknownst to you, Son also had a hard time letting go of his flushed cheeks, head more focussed on your encounter than the talk about his discharge.
The way he had said it. I like it. His tone had alluded to more than happiness at speaking Korean to some random person, he said it as if he had meant to say “you” instead of “it”. You shook your head, surely he hadn’t meant it like that, you didn’t even know each other well. Though inside, where no one could judge you for such a thought, you could not deny that Son Heung-Min was even cuter in person.
Nothing could prepare you for the excitement on the ex-patient’s face when he discovered you in the small group of observers during the last bit of the day’s training session. What exactly had drawn you to Tottenham’s stadium wasn’t entirely clear to you at the moment, though you suspected it had something to do with the pictures on your social media feed, announcing that Son had returned to practice at the beginning of the week. Your resolve to not go had lasted a whole five days, but on this warm Friday night, you felt drawn to go.
Training had ended, the rest of the fans had been looked after and you had lingered at the back of the group, unsure of what to do. Nerves made you want to leave, he had seen you after all, but on the other hand you had come here to see how he was doing.
In the end, he took the decision off your hands, coming over to you after completing his fan service.
“Hi, Doc! Are you here to check on me on hospital's orders?” he grinned and that persistent blush returned to your face just as you answered.
“No. I am here on my own accord to check on you.” Why didn’t you just say yes? Something about him made you more honest. You in fact did not want him to think you were obliged to be there.
“Actually I don’t know who will monitor your training, I mean you’re not my patient, so…” you trailed off from your awkward rambling explanation. Luckily he thought of it as cute and funny, sharing a small laugh with you when you failed to be as precise as in your role as a doctor.
“And I’m glad I’m not your patient anymore. I don’t want to come to the hospital to hear your Korean.” When he finished with a cheeky wink, you thanked your legs that they did not give out from under you. The loss of words from your side only resulted in a deeper blush that you desperately tried to cover with your hands. Since when did you react like such a giddy teenager?
Gentle hands settled on your forearms and with no force at all needed, he guided your arms down to expose your face again. The slowly setting sun cast such a pretty light across your lightly flushed face and gave your eyes a warm hue when you turned them up to meet his. You were so focussed on his pretty and attractive features that you only noticed his hands hadn’t left your skin when they cupped your upper arms softly.
“Don’t you have anyone to talk to at home?” With a slight wrinkle to your nose, you taunted him teasingly and while his infectious laugh rang between you, the mood did not lighten as intended, but grew more intense. Laden with a sense of excitement, the start of something, even if at that moment you both did not yet know what.
“Maybe I just want to talk to you?”
There was no taunt in his voice, it was clear he was genuine. It made you reel in happiness and a soft smile graced your face without your consent - how had your chance encounter at work turned into this?
“You can, but only if you promise me to take care of your injury and yourself.” Instead of a witty or funny response, you turned to honesty; while you were glad you had met, you were also worried about his recent injury. In a totally professional sense, of course. You pointedly ignored your internal judgement laughing at that assumption.
Heung-Min held out his hand.
“Deal. In case I have any questions, can I have your number?” You hadn’t anticipated his cute way of forwardness and this time, a full blush broke out across your skin. As you observed the genuine smile on his features, it became clear that you had already fallen for him.
You shook hands to seal the deal. After he had offered to lead you around the stadium, you noticed with a giddy smile that he had switched hands but had never let go of yours. Warmth travelled from where you held each other to settle in your chest. The telltale sign of a relationship just starting to blossom.
A/N: Two posts in one week? Who am I? Heung-Min really has me hooked I guess.
By now I hope he's doing better but looking at clips of his injury was not nice. A fun fact I discovered while writing is that he and I both had a smiliar operation in 2022 and we have matching scars in exactly the same place, just mine is on the right side instead of the left. That must mean something, right? 🤔😅
Hey hope you are doing good, I don't know you, and you don't know me, but I hope you had a great day and I hope that someone told you that they love you, if not I love you and care about you! You are doing amazing!
From one football fan to another!
Much love
A Croatia NT fan.
omg hi 🥺,
thank you so so much i really needed to hear this i’ve been really overwhelmed lately :(
i hope you have a great day everyday and i love you too 🫶🏾
summary: request - Sonny catches you watching a tiktok edit of him to big boy by sza and all you could really say is “I don’t disagree” @bye-forgood
warnings: slightly suggestive towards the end, but completely SFW
disclaimer: please do not copy or translate any of my work, thanks!
It's cuffing season
and all the girls are leaving
to get a big boy
I need a big boy
give me a big boy
The loop keeps repeating, a chorus to a song originally meant as a parody as was eventually revealed to him by the very person so enthralled by the sound snippet. For a while he kept ignoring hearing the lyrics coming from your phone from time to time, thinking it was just one of those videos that you and your friends send each other.
But this one seemed different, making not the usual smile or laugh draw across your face, but an almost too concentrated expression - sometimes you even looked up to check if anyone was watching you…very suspicious.
While you were no stranger to the most popular trends, this one had certainly sparked mixed emotions. Your best friend had one day suddenly barraged your phone with a myriad of notifications and emoticons, stressing implicitly that you had to watch as soon as possible.
Confused, you had clicked the first link directing you to the TikTok app, one that you only frequented when truly bored out of your mind. Why had she sent you all this, it’s not as if you were in the app’s main target group of mainly teenagers.
In the end, you still were not entirely sure if you were thankful for her messages or should be a bit weirded out, though truthfully the content had you in a vice grip after a few minutes. So much so that the inevitable had to happen.
Edits of your boyfriend Son Heung-Min. And so many of them, some cute or funny, some of an entirely different tone. Like a black hole, they drew you in time and time again while the algorithm did the rest.
All edits that made you spend even more time looking at the man that currently sat at the other end of your couch, chatting to his friends through the voice chat while playing a casual video game. Apparently his fans had taken a long-standing fascination with editing pictures and videos of him to different sounds, though one stood out above all.
It's cuffing season
and all the girls are leaving
to get a big boy
I need a big boy
give me a big boy
Secretly, you had to admit defeat to the netizens, they were so head on with choosing that particular sound. Peeking over the top of your phone while trying to keep your expression neutral, you mustered him pensively.
Tall? Check.
Broad? Check.
Strong? Check.
And the comments agreed wholeheartedly, praising his appearance in all kinds of languages and various states of desperation. While the latter could truly be weird from time to time, they did not bother you as none of these commenters could look at the specimen of their fascination in real life.
As if sensing you looking, the Korean turned to reciprocate in a break between his rounds. Slipping one side of his headphones behind his ear, he again was confronted with that song, even if you currently paid your phone no mind. As he met your eyes, a delicate blush crept across your cheeks without him doing anything - usually it took more than a questioning look for you to blush, it almost made him worried.
Caught staring, you smiled at Heung-Min in what you hoped looked like pure innocence, not as if you hadn’t just watched countless thirsty edits of the very man. His eyes narrowed in suspicion and you were only rescued at the last second from his interrogation by the faint sound of his friends calling for him.
Though from now on, Heung-Min kept eyeing you at each given chance, even going as far as teasingly pulling on the fabric of your sweatpants when you were again focused on the small screen in your hands.
Damn all of the content at your fingertips, it had your attention in a firm grip - especially that one video with clips of Heung-Min’s Calvin Klein and other magazine shoots arranged in a way that could only lead to a certain kind of thoughts. You could physically feel the blush creeping down your neck at Heung-Min’s next glance in your direction.
A decisive expression drew across his attractive features and before you could react, he had muted his microphone, paused his game and, in a motion entirely too fast for your preoccupied brain, snatched your phone from your hands.
“What are you doing?”
“Noooo, don’t look.”
His question overlapped your statement and it was too late anyway. Your boyfriend’s eyebrows drew up in surprise while his eyes flicked between your phone’s screen and your face that was now covered in a darker blush than before. This was such an embarrassing moment in your head, caught ogling your own boyfriend online while he’s sitting within your reach.
And very apparently, you in his - as Heung-Min once again acted too fast for your reflexes. While dropping your phone onto the cushion next to him, he leant over and gently pried away the fingers that had come up to hide your embarrassed face.
It took a deliberate poke to your ribs and a surprised squeak from your lips that he was able to uncover your flushed features.
“Did you look at these videos all afternoon?” As soon as he asked, realization hit him and a sly grin took over his face before he leaned further across your body, sandwiching you between the couch and his own figure. Caught in the act and spurred on by his apparent amusement, you relented.
“Yes.” The hushed confession left your lips before you buried your face in his sweater while his chest vibrated with a giggle. He threaded a hand into the hair at the back of your head and drew you back softly to meet his eyes again.
“So, what was that song? I need a big boy?”
Nose slightly wrinkled in resuming embarrassment, you nodded sheepishly.
“I mean…I can’t disagree, the song fits you so well!” By now, a huff of a laugh had broken your predicament and you fell into his infectious laugh.
Suddenly, Heung-Min leant down further into you, effectively slotting into the space above you neatly, as he bumped your nose with his, mischief visible in his eyes.
“Am I your big boy?”
A surprised intake of breath sounded between you as his voice had turned into that cadence, that delicious low rumble so opposite to his cute laugh. Wow.
As your teeth caught your lower lip between them, your hands wandered up Heung-Min’s sides as if reminding yourself of the shape of his body through his clothes. It was an expansive journey as people so often told stories about how much taller and broader he was in reality compared to on screens.
His eyes roamed your face in patience while on the second pass across his sides, you cheekily let your exploring fingers trace up his back beneath his cozy sweater. It seemed as if your body slipped from your conscious control, legs drawing up and around his slim hips as your touch followed the peaks and valleys of his defined back.
Still biting your lip, you nodded as if the fact that indeed he was your big boy wasn’t blatantly obvious by your reaction.
“My big boy.” You barely had time to breathe these three words before the man in question rapidly closed the space between you. Heung-Min apparently reacted similarly to the expression as yourself, his body betraying his thoughts as a shiver raced across his skin beneath your fingertips. Soon all coherent words left your head as his lips met yours in a series of increasingly desperate kisses.
Commotion from the other side of the couch caught your attention, apparently the next round of Heung-Min’s game had begun and everyone complained about his absence. You caught sight of the screen as he reached across to his controller and a shared laugh rang across your living room before you were caught in another of those addicting kisses.
hm_son7 has disconnected.
A/N: Thanks for the request @bye-forgood :)
I just had to write this as I, too, am always looking at videos and edits of Heung-Min, hahaha! Hope you enjoyed reading, everyone! ♥
Hii could you please write an imagine about a first date with Sonny? Like he's super nervous cause he really cares about you and wants to impress you and you think it's super cute but everything ends up going okay and you have lots of fun together 🥰
authors note: heyy, tysmm for your request. i also wanted to thank you for the support you've shown to my blog <3 i cant lie I'm not sure how I feel about this one but ik I'm overcritical of my own work but I really hope you enjoy this one.
word count: approx 1.4k words
warnings: none, pure fluff
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You may have been reserved around him, but your natural sense of humour and willingness to let loose won his heart over every time. When you smiled at him, he felt butterflies fluttering around his stomach. He hadn't known if you felt the same way about him until he finally asked you out, and you said yes. He remembered every detail of that day all too vividly.
"We should probably go out sometime or something".
"As in a date?" you raised your brows.
His shoulders shrugged, but the flush on his cheeks said everything.
"Okay, why not" you replied, causing the boy to smile shyly
Now he was busy trying to decide where he would take you. He wanted it to be special and intimate. He wanted it just to be the two of you where you could enjoy each other's company. The location needed to be one where he wouldn't be easily spotted. Because he didn't want his fans or the media to have a field day, he was racking his brain for ideas when one suddenly hit him.
Eventually, the day arrived, and Sonny picked you up, being careful to keep you relaxed and comfortable the entire time. He helped you into the car, where you saw a bouquet of roses waiting for you on the passenger seat. You quickly thank him, earning a sheepish smile in return. At the start of the drive, you don't talk much. You're adjusting to the new atmosphere of being in each other's presence with friendship far from your minds.
"So, do you like your job at Spurs?" he breaks the silence.
"Yeah, it's nice, i’m grateful for the experience," you reply, and he smiles again. You see that he is nervously fumbling with his fingers. The urge to take his hand in yours is strong, but you hold back, not wanting to seem too forward. Unable to resist the urge, you reach over and take Son's hand, and he looks at both of our hands and smiles.
Once you both loosen up, the conversation starts flowing; about music, places you want to visit, places you've been, pets, mutual friends, and your loved ones.
Finally, arriving at your destination. You both started walking, but confusion masked your features as you didn't know what Sonny had planned. He then looks up at you and says, "It's a surprise!" and starts walking faster, full of excitement. After a while of walking, you could hear the grass crinkle beneath your feet. You wondered if Sonny planned a picnic or a night out under the stars. As you looked up into the sky, you saw a bright, colourful object slowly floating in the distance. It was a hot air balloon. You felt your heart beat faster as you watched it gracefully move across the sky. The sun's rays shone down on the balloon, making it glow; you were mesmerised by sight.
"Son, this is… I don't even know what to say."
"I went a little bit overboard. Isn't I wasn't sure what type of date you would enjoy. Is it too much?" He rubs the back of his neck nervously and turns away from you. You place a kiss on his cheek and shake your head at him.
"I like it. It's different. It's perfect."
His face lit up, holding more excitement than I had expected.
With a big grin, he said, "Let's make it happen!" His energy was contagious, and I couldn't help but feel excited about what was to come.
"Watch your step, y/n," Son warned as He guided your hand onto a rail. The fabric reminded me of woven straw. You felt the ground suddenly shift beneath your feet. You stumbled backwards slightly, but Son helped you regain your balance. He wrapped his arms around your waist.
Even after you regained your balance, Son continued to hold you. As you peered over his shoulder, it dawned on you that you were floating through the air in a hot air balloon. Your brown eyes widened and were filled with awe. You broke away from Son's arms and ran to the edge of the basket to admire the view. His expression relaxed as a smile spread across your face. You leaned out of the basket slightly to see the landscape below. Still not believing that he had booked the balloon ride.
In between sips of wine and delicious food, you talk about anything and everything that comes to mind. You spend most of the night laughing and telling stories to one another. You can't get enough of his smile, and you feel like you would do or say anything to keep that smile on his face.
You stand to take another look at the scenery but instead stumble onto his lap.
You look into his eyes, and for a second, you forget about the world around you. You were suddenly very aware of your surroundings, especially how your back was pressed up against the body behind you. His hands gripped your arms, and you noticed the little beauty mark on his right eye as you looked up before slowly sliding out of his grasp.
"Maybe we shouldn't move too much ?" You suggested as you walked over to collect a glass of wine, handing it back to him sheepishly. You saw the smile on his face and watched as his nose scrunched and he started to laugh. You could feel your ears and cheeks flush with embarrassment. Still, you couldn't help but think his laugh was incredibly attractive, and the more you thought about it, the more you could feel yourself becoming drawn to him. Light laughter filled the balloon, and you couldn't help but join in, the two of you standing there, smiling and giggling like a pair of schoolchildren.
"You know your laugh is probably the most precious thing I have ever heard ?" He blushes and looks away from you.
You were relieved that you agreed to go out with Sonny. His proposal is still fresh in your mind.
You saw his normally soft features contort into expressions of what could only be described as nerves. Heung Min, Son.
A man who shines brighter than the sun. A man with a smile that could light up a room and make anyone feel instantly at ease. Yet, concern had replaced his usual expression on this day.
"We should probably go out sometime or something." His eyes barely held onto yours, his anxious state causing him to look down at his feet.
"As in a date?"
He shrugged it off, but the flush in his cheeks said it all.
You were deep in thought when he interrupted to confess., "I've liked you for a while — kind of struggling to believe that you actually said yes." He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand and smiled nervously at her.
"Did you really think I wouldn't? You smiled, and the flush on his cheeks deepened.
His eyes widened as he admitted, "I was terrified." To be honest, I'm surprised I was able to ask you out at all."
"I'm glad you did. His face broke out in a relieved smile, and he looked away, embarrassed by his own admission.
"Look at that view. It's beautiful," you said, leaning over the hot air balloon.
The sun is slowly setting, painting the sky in a spectrum of pastel colours. As the balloon rises higher and higher, a gentle breeze teases the colourful fabric of the balloon. In the basket below, you can feel the warmth of the hot air as it pushes the balloon higher and higher. The air is filled with the smell of burning fuel and the sound of the balloon's burner filling the balloon with hot air. You can feel the excitement of being so high above the ground, with nothing but the wide open sky above. As you reach the highest point of the journey, you can look down to see the ground below, the houses, the trees, and the roads, all looking small from such a great height. The feeling of freedom is overwhelming, and you can't help but smile as you savour this moment. He followed your gaze, allowing himself to enjoy the beautiful scenery for a moment.
He wishes he could capture this moment forever. The free smile on your face as you take in the view. The way the wind played through your dark hair, and Son couldn't help but feel envious of a simple breeze. Sonny moved to stand behind you. He straightened your hair and tucked the stray pieces behind your ear.
"So beautiful," Sonny thought, watching the strands of your hair lightly fall back into place.
Can I request reader comforting sonny after he lost a match? I feel sad seeing him getting frustrated playing with that mask. Especially at today match with Aston Villa. I wanna hug and comfort him so bad because I can feel his frustration from the screen. So, yea can you please write for that scenario? It would be better if it starts with angst and ends with fluffy fluff.
Thanks in advance. And I will keep supporting your work. ✨🫶🏻
authors note: heyy sorry for the long wait. I've been swamped with schoolwork. also tysm messages like that really do make my day <3 . i would also like to apologise to everyone who has sent in requests, but I'm going to be really busy with med school interviews as well as school so i'll be taking longer to answer them. anyways i kinda rushed this whilst trying not to fall asleep but i hope you enjoy it!!
word count: approx 1.3k
warnings: none just a lil angst, fluff , not proofread
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There was something off about your boyfriend. You couldn't put my finger on it, but he seemed distant. As the weeks went by, it became clear that Sonny was dealing with a deep-rooted issue, but without having explored the matter with him, you felt helpless and disconnected. You knew he still hadn't recovered from his injury. You could tell he was in pain and that it was taking a toll on his mental and emotional health. Despite your efforts to get him to open up, he didn't want to talk about it. He made it clear that he wanted to deal with it alone. So, instead of pressing the matter, you chose to be there for him in whatever way you could.
It seemed like the right thing to do at the time, but in hindsight, you can't help but feel that had you pursued the conversation more, you wouldn't be watching Sonny rip his protective mask off his face in frustration. It was 18 minutes into the match, and everything was going wrong. From sloppy passes to gaps within their defence, there was no chemistry left on the pitch, and the team seemed to be playing without a sense of unity. Once the final whistle blows, he breathes heavily as beads of sweat drip down the outside of his face.
He takes losing personally. As an attacking midfielder, it's his job to set his teammates up for success on the pitch, but today, he could have done it better. His frustration causes him to distance himself from his teammates so he doesn't say something he will regret in the heat of the moment, as he reflects that the game was in his hands and he fell short. You held your arms out for a hug. What you didn't expect, though, was to be walked past. Straight past. There was not a single glance in your direction. Completely ignored. Your face dropped along with your arms. Thousands of thoughts race through your mind as you turn around to watch him storm, his face hidden from everyone around him.
You follow him, intent on getting to the bottom of his frustration. You catch up with him, standing before him with a soft voice.
"you did amazing, Sonny." You tried to put your hand on his shoulder.
You looked at him as he shrugged you away with teary eyes at the loss of the year's first match.
"Stop, I don't need you to say that, okay?"
You nodded softly as you sat beside him, as he leaned against the wall, saying, "it wasn't your fault."
"Why, why did we lose" he yelled, and you put an arm around his shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze, unsure of what to say.
He grabbed your wrist, anger running through him as he spoke coldly, "Just leave. I don't need this right now." You were taken aback by the sudden outburst of emotion and the grip he had on your wrist
"Son-"
"You're always so clingy, let me just live in peace for once. "He screamed at your face, his grip becoming tighter and tighter.
It was time for a wake-up call. You'd had enough.
"How long are you going to feel sorry for yourself? Despite the difficult situation, it is important to remember that feeling sorry for yourself will not help you improve," you said firmly.
You knew his situation was difficult, and it seemed like nothing you could do would make him happy.
"You were recently injured, Son. You're not even fully healed; you can't possibly expect yourself to be at your best. You think your frustration isn't affecting your game? Because everyone could tell you weren't yourself today. And it's okay not to be okay. You don't have to hide it. Not from me. Never from me."
You've done this many times before. Calling him out for his own mistakes and explaining to him the things he should be doing to fix them, especially when it comes to accepting a lost game.
You knew your words stung, but they were said out of love.
He slowly slid down the wall, back against its rough surface. And he just sat there.
His head in his hands, shoulders slumped, and eyes cast down. The silence was deafening, and you suddenly felt a surge of guilt crash you. He feels someone sitting next to him as he slumps against the wall. As the silence lingered, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder and a voice soothingly whispering in his ear.
"'Sonny", you whisper softly, placing your small hand over his. "Please look at me."
He obliges, and when you see the frustrated tears running down his face, a pang of guilt shoots through your heart.
You'll simply pull him into you, letting his head rest in the crook of your neck as you rub his back comfortingly.
"I'm not good enough." You held his other hand, motivating him to continue.
"I'm 30, I'm not getting any younger, and I haven't reached my potential. I couldn't even help my team. I kept getting blocked out by their defenders. I'm no use. I went from winning the golden boot last season to barely scoring this season. And then there was this injury, which was such a setback now I can't even see who is next to me with that stupid mask. The fans hate me. I should just quit." He ranted, his temper growing with each word
You decided to wait a minute before responding, giving him a chance to breathe.
But after a few moments of silence, he seemed to take a step back as if he were rethinking what he had just said.
"I don't agree," you said, hoping he would listen.
He looked up at you, only to see you staring back with a comforting yet stern expression.
"Huh?"
You saw Son's tear-stained, confused face, looking at you with big eyes.
"Every single thing you just said is completely wrong."
Taking a deep breath, you slowly began to explain,
"You want to help your team? There is something you can do - use this difficult situation as an opportunity for growth. Your team could benefit from taking this moment to reflect on how they can better collaborate and strengthen their relationships with one another. Football is a team sport. Blaming yourself isn't going to solve anything. You need to believe in yourself the way I believe in you."
You ruffled his hair and wiped his tears away.
"You don't have to become insecure cause of what people say. I know that sometimes it can feel like the world is against you, but people are always going to talk. But they're not you; they don't know what it's like. The struggles, the efforts and the time you put in. You have an entire team of people by your side who will have your back throughout your career. You have me by your side for life, where I'll be cheering for you with all I've got."
"And don't even think about quitting. They all need you to be on the team. Not because they need you to win games but because playing football makes you happy. " You shot him an angry look. He knew you were right, but he was so frustrated with the current situation. Still, he couldn't help but smile at your words and scoffed before hugging you.
You both stayed like that for a long time, neither of you wanting to let go. The comfort you found in each other's embrace was irreplaceable. As you hugged, the feelings of pain and hurt seemed to lessen a bit. You ran your fingers through Sonny's hair, breathing in his scent. Your heart ached for his pain, and you wished you could take it away.
"You are capable of greatness, Sonny, and I hope you remember that no matter what."
Hii could you please write an imagine about a first date with Sonny? Like he's super nervous cause he really cares about you and wants to impress you and you think it's super cute but everything ends up going okay and you have lots of fun together 🥰
authors note: heyy, tysmm for your request. i also wanted to thank you for the support you've shown to my blog <3 i cant lie I'm not sure how I feel about this one but ik I'm overcritical of my own work but I really hope you enjoy this one.
word count: approx 1.4k words
warnings: none, pure fluff
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You may have been reserved around him, but your natural sense of humour and willingness to let loose won his heart over every time. When you smiled at him, he felt butterflies fluttering around his stomach. He hadn't known if you felt the same way about him until he finally asked you out, and you said yes. He remembered every detail of that day all too vividly.
"We should probably go out sometime or something".
"As in a date?" you raised your brows.
His shoulders shrugged, but the flush on his cheeks said everything.
"Okay, why not" you replied, causing the boy to smile shyly
Now he was busy trying to decide where he would take you. He wanted it to be special and intimate. He wanted it just to be the two of you where you could enjoy each other's company. The location needed to be one where he wouldn't be easily spotted. Because he didn't want his fans or the media to have a field day, he was racking his brain for ideas when one suddenly hit him.
Eventually, the day arrived, and Sonny picked you up, being careful to keep you relaxed and comfortable the entire time. He helped you into the car, where you saw a bouquet of roses waiting for you on the passenger seat. You quickly thank him, earning a sheepish smile in return. At the start of the drive, you don't talk much. You're adjusting to the new atmosphere of being in each other's presence with friendship far from your minds.
"So, do you like your job at Spurs?" he breaks the silence.
"Yeah, it's nice, i’m grateful for the experience," you reply, and he smiles again. You see that he is nervously fumbling with his fingers. The urge to take his hand in yours is strong, but you hold back, not wanting to seem too forward. Unable to resist the urge, you reach over and take Son's hand, and he looks at both of our hands and smiles.
Once you both loosen up, the conversation starts flowing; about music, places you want to visit, places you've been, pets, mutual friends, and your loved ones.
Finally, arriving at your destination. You both started walking, but confusion masked your features as you didn't know what Sonny had planned. He then looks up at you and says, "It's a surprise!" and starts walking faster, full of excitement. After a while of walking, you could hear the grass crinkle beneath your feet. You wondered if Sonny planned a picnic or a night out under the stars. As you looked up into the sky, you saw a bright, colourful object slowly floating in the distance. It was a hot air balloon. You felt your heart beat faster as you watched it gracefully move across the sky. The sun's rays shone down on the balloon, making it glow; you were mesmerised by sight.
"Son, this is… I don't even know what to say."
"I went a little bit overboard. Isn't I wasn't sure what type of date you would enjoy. Is it too much?" He rubs the back of his neck nervously and turns away from you. You place a kiss on his cheek and shake your head at him.
"I like it. It's different. It's perfect."
His face lit up, holding more excitement than I had expected.
With a big grin, he said, "Let's make it happen!" His energy was contagious, and I couldn't help but feel excited about what was to come.
"Watch your step, y/n," Son warned as He guided your hand onto a rail. The fabric reminded me of woven straw. You felt the ground suddenly shift beneath your feet. You stumbled backwards slightly, but Son helped you regain your balance. He wrapped his arms around your waist.
Even after you regained your balance, Son continued to hold you. As you peered over his shoulder, it dawned on you that you were floating through the air in a hot air balloon. Your brown eyes widened and were filled with awe. You broke away from Son's arms and ran to the edge of the basket to admire the view. His expression relaxed as a smile spread across your face. You leaned out of the basket slightly to see the landscape below. Still not believing that he had booked the balloon ride.
In between sips of wine and delicious food, you talk about anything and everything that comes to mind. You spend most of the night laughing and telling stories to one another. You can't get enough of his smile, and you feel like you would do or say anything to keep that smile on his face.
You stand to take another look at the scenery but instead stumble onto his lap.
You look into his eyes, and for a second, you forget about the world around you. You were suddenly very aware of your surroundings, especially how your back was pressed up against the body behind you. His hands gripped your arms, and you noticed the little beauty mark on his right eye as you looked up before slowly sliding out of his grasp.
"Maybe we shouldn't move too much ?" You suggested as you walked over to collect a glass of wine, handing it back to him sheepishly. You saw the smile on his face and watched as his nose scrunched and he started to laugh. You could feel your ears and cheeks flush with embarrassment. Still, you couldn't help but think his laugh was incredibly attractive, and the more you thought about it, the more you could feel yourself becoming drawn to him. Light laughter filled the balloon, and you couldn't help but join in, the two of you standing there, smiling and giggling like a pair of schoolchildren.
"You know your laugh is probably the most precious thing I have ever heard ?" He blushes and looks away from you.
You were relieved that you agreed to go out with Sonny. His proposal is still fresh in your mind.
You saw his normally soft features contort into expressions of what could only be described as nerves. Heung Min, Son.
A man who shines brighter than the sun. A man with a smile that could light up a room and make anyone feel instantly at ease. Yet, concern had replaced his usual expression on this day.
"We should probably go out sometime or something." His eyes barely held onto yours, his anxious state causing him to look down at his feet.
"As in a date?"
He shrugged it off, but the flush in his cheeks said it all.
You were deep in thought when he interrupted to confess., "I've liked you for a while — kind of struggling to believe that you actually said yes." He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand and smiled nervously at her.
"Did you really think I wouldn't? You smiled, and the flush on his cheeks deepened.
His eyes widened as he admitted, "I was terrified." To be honest, I'm surprised I was able to ask you out at all."
"I'm glad you did. His face broke out in a relieved smile, and he looked away, embarrassed by his own admission.
"Look at that view. It's beautiful," you said, leaning over the hot air balloon.
The sun is slowly setting, painting the sky in a spectrum of pastel colours. As the balloon rises higher and higher, a gentle breeze teases the colourful fabric of the balloon. In the basket below, you can feel the warmth of the hot air as it pushes the balloon higher and higher. The air is filled with the smell of burning fuel and the sound of the balloon's burner filling the balloon with hot air. You can feel the excitement of being so high above the ground, with nothing but the wide open sky above. As you reach the highest point of the journey, you can look down to see the ground below, the houses, the trees, and the roads, all looking small from such a great height. The feeling of freedom is overwhelming, and you can't help but smile as you savour this moment. He followed your gaze, allowing himself to enjoy the beautiful scenery for a moment.
He wishes he could capture this moment forever. The free smile on your face as you take in the view. The way the wind played through your dark hair, and Son couldn't help but feel envious of a simple breeze. Sonny moved to stand behind you. He straightened your hair and tucked the stray pieces behind your ear.
"So beautiful," Sonny thought, watching the strands of your hair lightly fall back into place.
i hope everyone has a fantastic new year. this is the start of a new year and I hope that everyone is able to make the most of it.
for me 2022 wasnt a great year.so im going to do my best to live differently in this coming year.2023 is a new beginning for me, and i am determined to make the most of it.
i also want to thank everyone who has supported me.l'm so grateful for the support I've received and i hope to continue to grow in the coming year
