genre: rich kid au, 80s au, fluff, smut, and angst - minors do NOT interact
warnings: dom!reader, sub!heeseung, i tried to make the setting ambiguous in the previous chapters but it’s pretty obvious in this one that this is set in the united states, entomophobia, mutual masturbation, 69ing, more drunk parents, jealous heeseung, semi-public sex, blowjob, y/n sucks heeseung’s balls (which i feel like yall knew was going to happen), and there is… a lot of crying in this
word count: 14k
a/n: it’s here :’) i cannot thank you guys enough for continuing to look forward to this story and waiting so patiently for it to be updated. here’s part 3. i love you guys a lot <3
warnings: dom!reader, sub!heeseung, (veeery brief dom!heeseung but not really), edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint, oral sex (f. receiving), dacryphilia, lovemaking, mentions of food, masturbation, heavy drinking, self-destructive behavior, literally so much crying
word count: 15k
a/n: i am emotional 🥲 thank you guys so much for loving this story. the playlist has been updated here if you want to listen while you read! also, you’ll understand this once you read, but the living room song is if the moon turns green by billie holiday <3 again, thank you guys for all of the kind words about this story. i truly, truly cannot begin to tell you how much it means to me :’)
genre: rich kid au, 80s au, smut with fluff and plot
warnings: dom!reader, sub!heeseung, smoking (cigarettes), alcohol consumption, prep school is mentioned but reader and heeseung are both of age, very brief mention of vomit, oral sex (m. and f. receiving), loss of virginity, there is some secondhand embarrassment in this but i swear it’s cute, reader calls hee “baby” literally all the time, the rest of enhypen are in this (and so are K and EJ from iland lmao)
word count: 15k
a/n: this is the longest fic i’ve ever written 😵💫 i also made a playlist to listen to while i wrote this so here it is if you want to listen while you read
masterlist here
You’d always felt the urge to destroy perfect things.
When you were five years old, you smashed your fist into your perfectly-decorated birthday cake. In elementary school, you ran your bike through the pristine flowerbed in front of your parent’s church. Three summers ago you used sewing scissors to cut off your hair simply because the pastor of that church told you it looked pretty.
Nothing was meant to be perfect, including people, though the residents of your town seemed to disagree. They loved to play pretend, to brag to each other about their new boats and cars, their son’s acceptance to Yale, or their daughter’s to Harvard. They loved to bask in the abundance of their wealth during the day, and then drink themselves to death at night. The most miserable people have the prettiest lives.
So you took it upon yourself to let the true colors of everybody else shine through you. Sure, you were an absolute mess, but at least you were an authentic one.
And you were determined to find a perfect boy and turn him into a mess for you. Your most ambitious project to date.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 — fluff w a dash of angst, a tragic romance if you will
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — heavily based off the movie sleeping beauty, but there's no happy ending here ; reader goes by she/her pronouns although written in third person ; set in the springtime ; there's a lot hidden in this plot if you've seen the movie, if not, you are left to ponder hehe ; this blog is 18+, please respect my boundaries and do not interact if you are a minor -18 !!
"thank you for putting up with me, my prince."
"it's nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today, even though it's early in the morning," she speaks softly into the phone. "ah," she winces, "i'm sorry about all of this by the way. sometimes it's just hard and it gets worse when there's no one to talk to."
"you can call me whenever you want, even if you don't have a reason to. you know that," he assures. she hums and proceeds to glance out her window, the arising light from the incoming sun making the dewy grass shine. it causes her to smile before she's sniffling and wiping a few fallen tears away.
"i'm really grateful for you, sunghoon. thank you for putting up with me, my prince," she chuckles pathetically. he sighs into the phone, his heart clenching at her words.
"i'll always be here for you, even on your worst days." he maneuvers out of bed after saying this, puts his phone on speaker, and goes to pull a sweatshirt on before grabbing a hoodie out of his closet for her. "i'm going to come over," he declares.
"sunghoon, you should go back to sleep-,"
"i'd rather fall asleep once i know you're okay. even more so if you're in my arms," he cuts her off. she breathes out and nods, even though he can't see it, before she's looking around her room. "go unlock the door and get back in bed after, okay? i'll be there soon," he says softly.
"can you stay on the call?" she asks hopefully. her ears perk up at the sound of his car starting, and he hums before answering her.
"i was planning to, my love."
she bites back a smile and gets out of bed to pad to the front door, her fingers swiftly unlocking it, before she tells him, "it's unlocked."
"i'm sixteen minutes away."
she uses the bathroom and washes around her eyes to soothe them from her previous tears, before heading back to her bed. she sighs once her body hits the mattress as she then bundles back up in her blankets, awaiting his arrival.
the minutes seem to pass by rather quickly and she's dreaming when the sound of keys hit her dresser. she knows his body is still clad in his pajamas as he makes his way to her, no doubt there is a hoodie in his hands that he then tosses onto the end of her bed.
"i'm here, princess," he speaks as he watches over her sleeping figure and he's soon joining her underneath the cool white comforter. he encloses her body in his embrace as he brushes her hair away from her eyes.
"my sleeping beauty. rest now, i'm here," he whispers to her, his lips twitching to mold against hers. but he settles for her forehead once her eyes flutter and he's soon following her in a deep slumber.
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i'm meant to be working on my sunghoon fic header and yet here i am turning step brother heeseung into a full ass fic fkdkfjd
more step brother heeseung below the cut !!
after months, your mom and heeseung's dad were finally getting married. of course your mom had asked you to be a part of the wedding, and heeseung too. as much as you wanted to be happy for your mom on her big day, you couldn't help but feel upset because now you officially had no chance with the boy you were in love with.
honestly, the wedding was beautiful. the ceremony was lovely and you could tell that your mom and heeseung's dad were really in love. the reception was a lot of fun too―filled with dancing and conversation and eating and drinking. and even though you tried to interact with people, you ultimately just couldn't be bothered. so you stayed in the corner and watched for most of the time, your heart silently breaking in your chest.
"hey," you turned your head at the sound of your favorite voice, watching as heeseung leaned against the wall next to you, bending his head low so you could hear his voice over the chatter. "why are you hiding back here alone?"
you shrugged, not looking at him―fearing you would start crying. "just not in the partying mood, i guess."
"me neither," he sighed, pushing himself away from the wall.
he grabbed your wrist as he pulled you toward the back of the wedding venue where the bathrooms were. you had an idea of what he planning for the two of you. there was, thankfully, a single-use bathroom, so there was no chance you would be bothered.
"i want you so bad," he murmured once he had locked the door behind the two of you. "please tell me you want me too. i don't know what i'll do with myself if you say no. but if you don't for whatever reason―"
"i want you too," you whispered, stepping closer to him and holding his face in your hands to make him look at you, "so bad."
and that's all it took for him to kiss you. he pulled away a little, whimpering against your lips, "i wish i'd fucking met you sooner. now it's too late."
"hey, hey," you looked him in the eye, brush his hair away from his forehead as you spoke, "let's just enjoy the time we have together."
he nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat as he leaned down to kiss you again. "i think i'm in love with you."
you held back your own sob as you kissed him back, "i think i'm in love with you too."
"god, you look so fucking pretty today. you really chose the best dress you could have found. it's not fucking fair," he groaned before kissing you hard, sliding his tongue into your mouth.
your hands slid into his hair, tugging on the roots as you attempted to pull him as close to you as you possibly could. in the back of your mind, you thought that this was probably so wrong―hooking up in the bathroom with your stepbrother at your parents' wedding―but god it felt so fucking good.
his lips made their way down your neck, kissing along your collarbones as his fingers ghosted over the straps of the dress you'd been wearing for the wedding. you took his hand in yours, guiding it around your back to where the zipper of your dress was. he smirked against your mouth and then pulled you closer by the waist with his free hand.
once your dress was unzipped, it sat loosely on your frame and you helped him tug it the rest of the way off of you. you pushed his suit jacket off of his shoulders and started unbuttoning his shirt hurriedly as your lips worked against one another more fervently.
just as you reached for the zipper of his pants there was a knock on the door and you leapt apart, panting heavily, eyes wide and scared. a voice on the other side spoke, "is there anyone in here?"
"uh, yeah man, just a second!" heeseung called, looking back at you with glossy eyes.
"no worries! i'll just use the stalls."
you hurried to fix your clothes and then heeseung left. you waited a few minutes before you followed suit, your chest tight and your underwear soaked.
... i am so fucking sorry for taking so long to answer this 😔 BUT here i go hskfksk
i see tyun as a hard dom tbh and i think overstimulation fits him vvvv well !! i could imagine him saying something like: "you can take it, princess/my prince"
im gonna go out on a stretch here and say i can imagine him saying "shut up" and "you're so pathetic" to you (if you're into that) as he's pounding into you
he would 100% try to get you to squirt if you have a pussy and would rub and pinch at your puffy clit as you're shaking and crying underneath him saying "it's too much" , to which in return he'd say "stop whining" as he's holding your legs down to keep you from squirming because of the way he's using his hands + dick on you.
and for those with dicks,, prostate massages to the max for you. he would definitely send you into overstim by milking you bone dry as his cocks continuously hitting your prostate (i could see him using a dildo bigger than he is for the prostate massage so he can make sure he hits it spot on hehehe)
absolutely hilarious to me that children will come onto a 17+ app, and then into nsfw + adult fandom spaces, and there try to dictate what should or shouldn’t be written. why are u even here in the first place LMAO
my heart goes out to anyone who was made to feel stupid for caring too much. anyone who was laughed at or "cringed" at for being themselves. anyone who cried silently so they don't be a burden. anyone whose love was taken for granted. anyone who feels unsafe in their own bodies. to anyone who felt devastated because others failed to be humane enough. it's not you, it's them. i hope you find a way to love yourself again. you're not alone. you're important.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 — fluff w a dash of angst, a tragic romance if you will
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — heavily based off the movie sleeping beauty, but there's no happy ending here ; reader goes by she/her pronouns although written in third person ; set in the springtime ; there's a lot hidden in this plot if you've seen the movie, if not, you are left to ponder hehe ; this blog is 18+, please respect my boundaries and do not interact if you are a minor -18 !!
"thank you for putting up with me, my prince."
"it's nice that your voice was the first thing i heard today, even though it's early in the morning," she speaks softly into the phone. "ah," she winces, "i'm sorry about all of this by the way. sometimes it's just hard and it gets worse when there's no one to talk to."
"you can call me whenever you want, even if you don't have a reason to. you know that," he assures. she hums and proceeds to glance out her window, the arising light from the incoming sun making the dewy grass shine. it causes her to smile before she's sniffling and wiping a few fallen tears away.
"i'm really grateful for you, sunghoon. thank you for putting up with me, my prince," she chuckles pathetically. he sighs into the phone, his heart clenching at her words.
"i'll always be here for you, even on your worst days." he maneuvers out of bed after saying this, puts his phone on speaker, and goes to pull a sweatshirt on before grabbing a hoodie out of his closet for her. "i'm going to come over," he declares.
"sunghoon, you should go back to sleep-,"
"i'd rather fall asleep once i know you're okay. even more so if you're in my arms," he cuts her off. she breathes out and nods, even though he can't see it, before she's looking around her room. "go unlock the door and get back in bed after, okay? i'll be there soon," he says softly.
"can you stay on the call?" she asks hopefully. her ears perk up at the sound of his car starting, and he hums before answering her.
"i was planning to, my love."
she bites back a smile and gets out of bed to pad to the front door, her fingers swiftly unlocking it, before she tells him, "it's unlocked."
"i'm sixteen minutes away."
she uses the bathroom and washes around her eyes to soothe them from her previous tears, before heading back to her bed. she sighs once her body hits the mattress as she then bundles back up in her blankets, awaiting his arrival.
the minutes seem to pass by rather quickly and she's dreaming when the sound of keys hit her dresser. she knows his body is still clad in his pajamas as he makes his way to her, no doubt there is a hoodie in his hands that he then tosses onto the end of her bed.
"i'm here, princess," he speaks as he watches over her sleeping figure and he's soon joining her underneath the cool white comforter. he encloses her body in his embrace as he brushes her hair away from her eyes.
"my sleeping beauty. rest now, i'm here," he whispers to her, his lips twitching to mold against hers. but he settles for her forehead once her eyes flutter and he's soon following her in a deep slumber.
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do you ever think about how sunghoon's hands are just large enough to bruise your ass in the prettiest shades of purple. or how his lips are soft enough to soothe your skin after they form hickeys on your neck. or how his hair is just begging to be tugged on as he fucks into you so hard, you can't help but drag your nails down his broad back.
do any mutuals of mine have twitter ?? i'd like to interact more on there with some of you ! (although i mostly post shopping hauls, tiktoks, and rants, i think it'd be fun,, there are also nsfw pics of me on there so you'd get treats hehehehe 😌)
sunghoon was tired and he missed you like crazy. it had been almost two weeks since he’d seen you last. but it was a really busy time for enhypen—they were promoting and preparing for their music bank performance. so, sunghoon was tired, he missed you, and he was horny as hell.
“hoon, we’re going to that korean barbecue place across town for dinner, did you want to come?” jungwon asked him, peeking his head into the bedroom where sunghoon laid on his bed, pouting. “you said earlier you weren’t feeling well, but i wanted to let you know you can join us if you’re feeling better.”
“you guys go on without me. i think i just need to rest,” sunghoon didn’t look up from his phone as he spoke and jungwon nodded, leaving the room so sunghoon could rest in peace.
when the dorm was completely silent and he was certain that the rest of the boys were gone, he opened the photos app on his phone. he had a locked folder there with pictures of you, pictures of you and him, and videos that he didn’t really want anyone else seeing. he didn’t typically open it because he preferred having you there with him and he was too nervous that someone would walk in on him or hear him. but desperate times call for desperate measures. and he was desperate.
he scrolled through the pictures he had of you—pictures of your face covered in his cum, of your neck and boobs and thighs covered in hickeys, of your lips wrapped around his dick and tears streaming down your face. he groaned, palming himself through his sweatpants as he continued looking through all the pictures he had of you.
but it wasn’t enough, so he pulled his dick out of his pants, grabbed a small bottle of lube from out of the box in his nightstand, and played one of the videos. it was one he had taken the last night you had spent together before his promotions began. you had his dick shoved down your throat as he fucked your face. he watched as you took his dick so well, gagging around his thick length as your saliva dripped down your chin. sunghoon gasped as he poured the lube onto his hard length, grunting in satisfaction as he gripped it firmly in the hand that wasn’t holding his phone.
he started slowly, his grip only half as tight as it could be. but the longer he watched the video, the faster his hand moved and the tighter his grip became. he let out small gasps and grunts as he started thrusting his hips to meet his strokes, barely watching the video anymore and focusing more on the sound of your mouth slurping away at his cock. and just as he came in your mouth in the video, he felt himself nearing his high.
“fuck,” sunghoon hissed, tossing his phone somewhere on his bed and focusing more on jerking himself off and reaching his high.
he thought about the way you would look under him. he thought about how much he missed you and your voice. he thought about how he missed the way you felt around him and how your hands felt all over him. he thought about how you looked with his cum all over you and how you looked with your eyes rolled back in your head as you came.
he came hard, groaning softly and working himself through the high, panting heavily as he laid there, staring at the ceiling, cum coating his stomach and hand. he looked over to the empty side of the bed where his phone laid.
he reached for it with his clean hand and snapped a quick picture of himself, covered in cum and his dick still softening as he calmed down. he sent it to you with a small message.
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