HEESEUNG gets jealous so easily, it’s laughable. and no it’s not even subtle, it’s written on his face with pouts and sulking eyes.
“will you stop doing that?” the mattress dips next to you and you know his lips are jutted in a pout just from his voice.
“doing what?”
he frowns at your words— even more at your phone screen. “looking at that ugly guy from that weird game you play,”
“sylus from love and deep space,” you clarify, giving him a side eye. “and he is not ugly...or weird,”
and your boyfriend is already heartbroken because you are defending another man above him— so what if he is just pixels? he still has competition!
“whatever,” he huffs, trying to be upset but his hands find your waist like it’s muscle memory. “come back,”
he is pressing against you from behind, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face nuzzled where your shoulders meet your neck.
“heeseung, let go—” you feel him shake his head stubbornly, pulling you against him even tighter.
and his lips brush against your skin as he whines. “i want my pretty girl back,”
JONGSEONG is protective first and jealous second.
he is sending death glares and daggers with his gaze from across the room, eyes fixed on the other man you are talking to.
he’s making you laugh, definitely standing a little too close for his liking. yeah, he is definitely trying to make some moves and jay is already walking over to you.
“oh, hi, love—” you notice him behind you and immediately look up with a smile.
and he cuts you off, still glaring at the man in front of you. his words are calm and firm, and that’s how you know something is up. “i’d like to steal my wife, if you don’t mind,”
your boyfriend drags you away, but your mind is stuck on something else. “wife?”
“yeah, sooner or later, you will be,” he says it like a promise, like he is so certain he wants to spend the rest of his life with you because truthfully, he would.
JAEYUN never took himself for the jealous type. he trusts you, trusts your love but then you happen to spend the night at his place, yet giving him zero attention and he finds himself being jealous of a...dog.
“c’mon, baby, you should be spending time with me,” he whines, tugging the hem of your top, feeling betrayed by his own girlfriend.
“i missed layla!” you don’t even notice his pout, or the way he gives bitter looks to the innocent pet.
“you did not miss your boyfriend?” he stands between you and layla, and the wet strands of his hair from the shower make him look even cuter. “it’s like you love her more than me,”
“jake, you can’t be jealous of a dog,” you huff, pointing at the pet as she looks up at both of you with puppy eyes. “look, she’s adorable!”
and jake narrows his gaze, muttering under his breath. “yeah...i’m putting her up for adoption,”
“jake!”
SUNGHOON sees his life flash before his eyes the second he spots you talking to another man.
it’s not even toxic or obsessive, he’s just weird about it.
“oranges, my girlfriend likes oranges,” he is making shit up at this point, just giving wrong answers to whatever the other guy asks. “no, my girlfriend hates flowers. my girlfriend doesn’t watch movies—”
lies after lies, with great emphasis on ‘my girlfriend.’
and then he excuses the two of you to somewhere quiet and secluded.
“hoonie, what was that?” you ask with furrowed brows, although you have an inkling of what is going on.
“i’m getting you a diamond ring,” he states— firm and sure as he holds your hands. “a diamond big enough to be seen from miles away,”
all because he wants the world to know you are taken.
SUNOO doesn’t miss the way your friend from work keeps eyeing you while you are working on your group project.
he doesn’t want to assume anything, but his suspicions are confirmed when the guy asks if you are single, and your boyfriend takes it upon himself to give an answer.
“we’re dating,” he announces it like news flash, not caring if you both become the campus couple overnight. he would probably like it.
he holds your hand the entire time, occasionally shooting weird looks at the other guy.
“sunoo, you can let go of my hand,” you whisper, looking at his hand around yours under the table.
and he shakes his head, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your wrist. “not a chance, sweetheart,”
JUNGWON doesn’t know if this is normal. you’re just talking to a friend, so why is he feeling out of place, all of a sudden?
he stands next to you the whole time you two are talking, slowly taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers.
“yes, and then we—”
he would cut off your words with a kiss on the back of your palm. “keep taking, doll,”
and jungwon would continue to give your hands kisses and pecks until that guy gets uncomfortable and leaves on his own.
yes, it is weird, he feels a little guilty for doing all that— don’t blame him, though! you’re so beautiful, he can’t help but keep an eye out for anyone else who might steal you from him.
“what was that for?” you ask, biting back a smile at his red face, hands still linked together.
and jungwon you look at you briefly— shy and a little embarrassed. “just wanted to kiss my girl,”
NI-KI would look at the guy dead in his eyes, one arm thrown over your shoulders as if to tell him that you are off the market.
when the stranger asks for your number, riki simply pulls you closer before you could speak.
“she doesn’t have a phone,” your boyfriend lies blatantly with a straight face, no shame.
and both you and the guy look at him in confusion— your phone is in your hand, yet he doesn’t budge an inch.
“it doesn’t work,” he adds when he catches foreign eyes at your phone in your hand before turning to you. “let’s go, angel,”
“you’re crazy when you’re jealous,” you chuckle at his antics.
and riki looks down at you, not ashamed to admit the truth all over again. “crazy over you, yeah,”
𝐕𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖 08. your "package" "came" in the "male"???
JAY RAN A TIGHT SHIP.
It was nearing 2:00 a.m. and he still had the six of you sorting through photocards in the common area. Riki wound up joining them for fun, but he soon had enough and headed to bed. You found the task rather enjoyable at first, but after sleeving and packaging about fifty orders, you were starting to get exhausted.
No, you weren't just tired. You were familiar with the feeling of exhaustion and this wasn't it.
Something was very wrong.
Your chest was tight with pain, like something was lodged in it. You simply tried ignoring it for the first hour, assuming it to be heartburn from the ramen you had earlier, but it was growing more intense until it was unbearable. By the time the pain was so sharp that you broke into a cold sweat all over, your throat felt like it was on fire. It was as if someone was dragging barbed wire up from your gut, stabbing your insides with each pull.
It was Heeseung that noticed something was off first, eyebrows drawn together in concern. He moved his hand to your back to rub slow, gentle circles. As comforting as it was that he was next to you, his touch unfortunately couldn't distract you from the pain.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
When you tried to respond, only a wet rasp of a breath came out. This got everyone else's attention. Jungwon, who had been on the verge of dozing off until now, flinched and sat up straight when you started retching. Jay was impossibly still, trying to silently communicate with Heeseung, who couldn't understand what was going on himself. Sunghoon and Sunoo shot each other a look before Sunoo got up.
"Water?" Sunoo tried, wary. "I'll get her some water."
You wanted to communicate that you could barely breathe at this point, let alone drink water, but all you could do was slam your fist against the table. Heeseung swiftly retracted his hand. You doubled over, sweaty palms pressed firmly against the table, and your jaw cracked open as a drawn-out, guttural cry ripped itself from your throat.
Heeseung's hands were on you again, trying to move your hair from your face. He was trying to speak to you—you could feel his lips by your ear, and this helped ground you a little—but you couldn't process any of the words that were coming out of his mouth. You wanted to tell him to get away from you, that you didn't know what was happening, but your forehead pressed into the wood as you hacked and choked.
When Sunoo returned with the water, you were full-on convulsing. Heeseung and Jake were trying to hold you steady while Jay rushed out to call for Wonwoo.
Then, you felt something hard tearing its way up your throat. You heard Sunghoon call out your name loudly, and then with one final convulsion, something burst from your mouth, falling onto the table with a clatter.
You fell back against Heeseung, your body twitching and your breath hitching while he wrapped an arm around you and smoothed down your hair with his other hand. Everyone else was frozen in place, staring at the table in shock.
When Jay and Wonwoo came rushing back into the room, it was Jungwon that swallowed thickly before saying, "Well, uh, we found the key."
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SUMMARY ▸ in which you're pretty sure your lease agreement doesn't include the demonic entity that's been haunting you and your neighbors.
You were restless for most of it, kicking your blanket off and pulling it back over you—over and over and over again. Your eyelids weighed down like anchors, though; you couldn't even wake up despite how badly you wanted to. After everything that went down tonight, you were terrified that something would happen while you were asleep.
But it had been hours.
If anything happened, you would've heard it. The walls in the gosiwon were paper-thin. You hadn't heard any knocks, scratches, or footsteps outside all night, so maybe you could finally let your guard down.
Sleep crept upon you slowly, and you drifted into a thick, murky, dreamlike state. It hardly even felt like you were in your own body.
Your nightmare was not only horrifying but its sequence was completely incoherent—running through the woods, being chased while sharp tree branches sliced at your ankles; screams in a basement that got louder and louder as you tried to cover your ears; and whispers in tongues you couldn't understand, and you weren't entirely sure the source was human, either.
Your fingers felt brittle, as if frost had seeped into your bones. When you blindly reached for your blanket again, it wasn't in your proximity at all. You felt around for it for a moment, thinking, fuck, it must've fallen off the bed, before breathing in sharply.
Then your blood ran cold.
The rich smell of soil filled your nose. There was a growing heaviness, pushing down on your chest. You felt dry clumps of earth brushing against your cheek and lips before your eyes snapped open.
You were being buried alive.
Darkness pressed in around you, and you could barely make out a sliver of the night sky before dirt was shoveled over the opening.
You were outside. You were outside and no one could hear you. No one could hear you screaming for help.
No one was going to save you.
You started to panic, gasping and thrashing about to loosen the dirt. Fear swelled in your chest, but the adrenaline pumping through your veins was overriding every fiber in your body that wanted to freeze. You tried to scream for help, but your mouth was full of dirt. Your throat. Your lungs. All you could do was thrash around wildly, hoping you could loosen the earth, but it was to no avail. You were going to die at this rate—helpless and alone.
Just when you were about to slip into sweet unconsciousness, you shot up straight, breaking into a cold sweat as you heaved air back into your lungs.
You were back in your room, exactly as it had been when you fell asleep.
It wasn't real.
It was just a nightmare—a lucid dream maybe. A really bad one. You were just shaken up.
But when you reached to pull your blanket over you again, your heart dropped to your stomach.
Your body was caked in dirt.
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SUMMARY ▸ in which you're pretty sure your lease agreement doesn't include the demonic entity that's been haunting you and your neighbors.
꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆enhypen's reaction to you wearing revealing clothes ⨾
۶ৎ ot7!enhypen x fem!reader┆fluff, slightly suffestive┆petnames, swearing, kisses, possessiveness┆wc 571
⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this if for the anon who requested <3 i think it's equally divided on who would cover you up and who would just hype you up
꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱
𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승
ever since you thought it would be a good day to wear the shortest skirt to ever exist, heeseung had been tweaking out all day. he was making sure no one ogled you weirdly, giving you his jacket to cover your plush thighs. however, he was just a man who was down bad for you and he was insanely turned on by how fucking gorgeous you looked. “fuck angel, you don’t know what you’re doing to me right now. these,” he put his hand on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze, “are for my eyes only.”
𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성
“princess? are you sure you aren’t gonna get…cold?” jay asked, clearing his throat as he silently motioned to your revealing neckline. it was different than what you usually wore, the neckline dipping low enough to tease, but still high enough to make you comfortable. “mhm! i’m bringing a jacket too, so i’ll be okay,” you hum, smiling softly at jay. but hey, if you were happy and felt pretty, than who was he to tell you no? “well in that case, shall we head out my beautiful princess?”
𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤
when jake says his heart stopped the minute you walked out in your pretty little skirt, he’s not lying. because seeing you and your sexylicous legs—his words, not yours—he was done for. “sweetss, are you trying to end me?” jake whines, dramatically flopping onto your lap and pressing a kiss to your thighs. “jakey! that tickles!” you laugh, cupping his face so he couldn’t kiss you anymore. “shoulda thought of that before you drove me insane.”
𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈
“oh no no no, don’t do this to me,” sunghoon’s jaw is on the floor as he watches you appear in the most sexy, scandalous shirt ever! (it wasn’t even that low). “baby, you know i don’t want other men ogling you like i’m not here,” he pouts, his jealousy clearly showing. “aw hoonie, don’t worry. it’s only for you anyway,” you wink, grabbing him by his shirt and kissing him. what. the. fuck.
𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우
"oooh okay hottie! you're gorgeous and you know it!" sunoo hypes you up, twirling you around in your miniskirt. sunoo was always the most supportive boyfriend ever, always encouraging you to wear whatever but also willing to fight any guy who looked at you for too long. "thank you sun," you giggle, feeling shy from his compliments. he presses a few chaste kisses against your neck, possessively pulling you in by your waist. "my prettiest girl."
𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원
if jungwon knew you were gonna get stared at the whole time you guys were eating dinner, he would've never let you out of the house with the short of a skirt. there was no denying you were breathtaking, but you happened to be taking away the breath's of a few unwanted people. he quickly draped his jacket over your exposed thighs, shooting dirty glares at the people staring at you. "you're mine, and only mine. don't forget."
𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力
the minute ni-ki saw how much the other men at the bar were ogling you, he felt a wave of possessiveness and immediately took off his jacket to put it on you. "those assholes think they can look at what's mine? tsk, as if," he snarls, jealousy laced in his tone. "don't mind them ki, you know i'm all yours," you reassure, kissing his jawline. "yeah? got all pretty for me, and only me right?" oh, he was so hot when jealous.
❪ 𝐀—𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ❫ㅤ𝑓𝗍ㅤ────ㅤbrother’s bsf ! enha x fem ! reaㅤ✶ㅤfluffㅤ。petnames, skinship
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ REBLOG FORㅤ◞ ⩊ ◟ KISSIE
HEESEUNG finds himself doing a double take at your words, head tilted sideways as he asks you to repeat whatever you just said.
“you’ve never been in a relationship before,” you repeat, this time more as a statement than a question, munching down on the packet of potato chips in your lap.
“what makes you say that?”
“i’ve known you for four years and i’ve never seen you date anyone,” and heeseung scoffs— of course, you haven’t seen him with anyone. he tried and failed, now being hung up on you for four years. “you probably suck at kissing too,”
now, that was a jab straight to his ego. he has kissed five times in twenty three years of life and heeseung believes he has a gift of kissing. “that’s not true,”
and you roll your eyes, not buying a single word leaving his mouth. “yeah, sure,” he almost wants to pin you down on the couch and wipe that smug grin off your face.
“are you having fun?” he mutters, zooming in on your lips. “keep it up and i’ll show you how badly i want to prove you wrong,”
JONGSEONG knew he was in trouble the second you asked him to help you pick a dress for your date. your brother had to be busy just when you needed him the most, and the word ‘date’ alone sets a bitter taste on his tongue.
“i can’t choose between this and the last one,” you walk out of the dressing room with a pout and jay can swear, he can hear the wedding bells.
he forgets how to breathe while also feeling weak in the knees at the sight of you— angelic and impossibly beautiful.
his fist clenches at the thought of you wearing it for someone else, as stupid as it sounds. he has been too much of a coward for not being able to confess to you, yet he wants to hold you in his arms and have you all to himself.
you blink at him expectantly for a review, gaze fixed on him in a way that’s making it hard for him to think straight. he gulps, forcing himself to look at your eyes instead of your lips.
he stands a little too close, speaking a bit too quietly, fiddling with your locket. “is it too late to say i want you?”
JAEYUN is trying so hard to focus on the textbook in front of him. he’s supposed to be your tutor, even though he only offered to help you because he wanted to spend time with you.
“is this right?” and when you look up at him with those prettiest eyes, jake is sure this arrangement was a bad idea.
“yeah, um, this part ..” he doesn’t even know if he’s teaching the right thing.
your knees brush against his when you scoot closer to take a better look at the notebook, your soft hums and cute nods are making him stutter. he freaks out when he sees you nipping on your bottom lip in concentration.
and before jake knows, he is already leaning closer, reaching out to play with your hair with cautious tenderness. your breath hitches and so does his, your lips part— half surprise, half anticipation— it’s driving him mad.
“your brother would kill me,” he whispers it like a fact, but that doesn’t stop him from closing the gap and sealing it with a kiss.
you kiss him back, and jake realises that he wouldn’t mind dying for kissing you.
SUNGHOON takes yet another box from your hand as soon as you pick it up, the smile never leaving his face. “let me do it for you,”
when your brother said he would help you move out on the weekend, you didn’t think he would bring his best friend along— not like you complain, sunghoon has been very helpful.
you cannot complain when he is not only reliable but also a good view— having the sleeves of his t-shirt rolled up should be illegal, you can barely look away from his biceps.
and he shoots you a grin every time he picks up one of the boxes, he knows exactly what he is doing.
“done staring?” his words make your face heat up, and before you could try to defend yourself, he is already towering over you. “if you wanted to ogle at me, you could have just said so,”
“i was not!” you retort, despite the obvious look of embarrassment on your face.
he scoffs. “c’mon, angel, we both know you’re bad at lying,” and he’s right, and you hate how he is being so smug about it.
your brother’s footsteps get louder as he sighs, taking a step back. you feel his eyes on your lips for a brief second— “i would kiss you, but your brother is here,” —and if you weren’t having a heart attack before, you sure are having one now.
SUNOO couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you walked next to him on the way home.
your eyes sparkle like stars while you’re talking about your day, and the way your hand brushes against his is making his heart go crazy— he wonders if you are just as much affected as him.
“oh, wait—” his breath hitches as you step closer, almost tip toeing, and he forgets to breath when your fingers brush over his cheek ever so tenderly.
you smile and he melts like ice on your palm, and when you place the stray eyelashes on the back of his palm with the sweetest smile, sunoo falls in love all over again. “you should make a wish,”
he doesn’t know why he is so much affected by your words— so much that his hand finds way to your waist like it has a mind of its own.
you freeze under his touch and he does too when you look at him with those pretty eyes brimming with surprise. he leans closer, barely holding himself back a few inches away with a whisper oh so desperate. “i probably shouldn’t do this,”
none of you move, and then it’s a quiet walk ahead.
JUNGWON watches as your brother runs upstairs to grab something, and jungwon finds the perfect opportunity to scoot closer to you in the kitchen.
“so do you have a boyfriend?” he thinks he sounds perfectly normal saying that, as if the shakiness in his voice doesn’t meet your senses.
and you furrow your brows, half confused half surprised. “no, why do you ask?”
“just to make sure you’re not with some asshole,” he clears his throat.
there’s a pause, and jungwon already feels his heart wanting to leap out of his chest. he’s afraid you’ve caught up to his true feelings— it’s his biggest dream and worst nightmare.
“if i didn’t know any better, i might think you like me,” you tease and his legs almost give up on him.
“and if i do?” with eyes wide open and heart echoing in his ears, he doesn’t know how those words slip off his tongue. he fingers itch to hold you close, but with a forced smile, he steps back. “just kidding,”
NI-KI finds himself waiting outside your dance classes again, despite the sight of his breath in the cold air that sends shivers down his skin, even through the jacket.
he leans further against his bike, a soft smile dancing on his lips at the sight of you rushing out with a bag.
you stop in front of him. “you’re here again,” he thinks it's crazy how your height difference with him makes him blush.
“i was in the area,” and it’s the same excuse as always— same area, stayed back for classes, running errands, when in fact he has a reminder on his phone to pick you up from your dance lessons on mondays, wednesdays and fridays.
he hands you the helmet, biting back a smile at how cute you look wearing it. he reaches out to buckle it for you, mindlessly so, his fingers lingering over your chin a little longer.
his eyes travel down to your shoes and before you can utter a word, he drops down to one knee, tying your laces and shakes his head with a tsk. “you’ll trip over one of these days,”
“you’ll catch me, won’t you?” and it’s the way you look down at him with a cheery grin that makes his heart do backflips.
he halts in his actions to admire your pretty face before standing up with a huff. “you wish,” and honestly, he does too.
non-living objects cannot feel, or talk, or do anything on their own.
but for some reason, lee heeseung thinks all of the above can happen. he really, truly believes the bunny plushie that you sleep with is stealing you away from him.
he lies on his side, one arm tucked under his pillow, watching you breathe in the soft glow of the fairy lights. your hair is spread across the pillow like a little halo, lips parted the tiniest bit, your chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of deep sleep.
you’re beautiful like this—soft and safe and completely unaware. but his eyes keep drifting to the round white bunny pressed against your chest.
heeseung swears the plushie is mocking him.
it’s the way its stitched-on smile stares at him, the way you have your arms wrapped so tightly around its body, like you never want to let go.
“unbelievable,” he whispers to himself, glaring at it. “you’re just .. cotton. and somehow you get all the cuddles.”
he pouts, shifting closer until he can poke the plushie’s round head with his finger.
“you don’t deserve her,” he grumbles, voice soft enough not to wake you. “you don’t even do anything. i could make her ten times warmer and happier, you know.”
heeseung pauses, staring at your face to make sure you’re still asleep. when he sees your lashes still resting on your cheeks, he grows braver, sliding his hand carefully under the blanket.
he tries to tug miffy away. just a little. just to see what happens.
but the second the plushie moves, your brows furrow and a tiny, sleepy whimper leaves your lips. you squeeze miffy closer, burying your face into its head like you’re afraid someone’s taking it away.
heeseung freezes.
his heart twists at the sound, and he immediately stops pulling, panicking like he’s done something awful.
“no, no, no,” he whispers, hurriedly tucking the bunny back into your arms. “he’s still here, baby. don’t cry.”
you relax instantly, a little sigh slipping out as your breathing evens again.
heeseung drops his forehead into the pillow, groaning softly.
“i’m losing to a stuffed toy,” he mutters, dramatic and pouty.
but then he looks back at you, at the way your lips curl slightly like you’re having a nice dream, and his chest warms despite himself.
he shuffles closer until his knees bump yours under the blanket. he slips an arm around your waist carefully, pulling you against him. now you’re hugging miffy, but you’re pressed against heeseung’s chest too, your warmth sinking into his skin.
“you still love me more, right?” he whispers, brushing his lips against your hair.
and then—like some kind of miracle—you mumble, soft and slurred, “hee…”
his heart does a full flip in his chest.
“see?” he says with a smug little grin. “i knew it. i’m your favorite.”
feeling victorious, he tucks his chin on top of your head, pressing a gentle kiss there. he doesn’t try to take miffy away again—just hugs you both, holding you as close as he can until sleep finally tugs at him too.
morning light creeps through your curtains, painting the room in a warm glow when you wake. your lashes flutter as you blink blearily, trying to figure out why you’re so warm and comfortable. then you realize.
heeseung is still asleep beside you, his face turned toward you, lips slightly parted, hair sticking out in soft messy tufts. but what really makes you giggle quietly is what’s in his arms.
miffy.
your bunny is tucked under his chin, squished to his chest, and he’s holding it so tightly like it’s something precious.
you nudge him gently. “hee.”
he grumbles, eyes half-opening, voice low and raspy. “hmm?”
“why do you have my bunny?” you whisper, grinning.
heeseung blinks sleepily at you, then at the plushie in his arms. instead of giving it back, he tightens his hold, burying his face in it.
“mine now,” he mumbles stubbornly. “he’s on my side.”
you laugh softly, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes. “you were jealous of miffy, weren’t you?”
heeseung groans, hiding his face behind the plushie. “don’t say it out loud. it sounds insane.”
you lean in and kiss the tip of his nose. “you’re insane. and dramatic.”
“i’m not,” he protests weakly, pouting. “you were hugging him so tight i thought you forgot about me.”
your smile softens. you gently pry the plushie from his arms, setting it aside before climbing closer until you’re half lying on his chest.
“see?” you murmur, pressing your cheek against him. “i like you better.”
heeseung melts instantly, arms wrapping around you so securely you squeak.
“yes,” he cheers quietly, voice muffled in your hair. “finally.”
you can feel the smile pressed to the top of your head, warm and boyish and smug.
he presses a lazy kiss there, then another on your temple. “sorry miffy,” he says softly, eyes closed as he hugs you tighter, “but she’s mine.”
you giggle and close your eyes again, letting him hold you as the room stays wrapped in golden morning light. and for the first time since you got miffy, heeseung doesn’t plot to steal it away. he doesn’t need to—because you’re right here, exactly where he wants you.
스루 ܃ alright now please don’t judge this, it’s a little wack ik 🧍🏽♀️ literally wrote and uploaded from my college library in the middle of a breakdown ( i hate college )
you probably underestimate a lot of things in life. it should’ve been an alarm for you to start taking things seriously, really. but how can anyone really foresee you moaning into the cock of the physics nerd?
“yeah.. just like that,” his groan fills up the empty lecture room your mouth taking in deeper. his length fills up your mouth in all the right ways, thick head grazing the back of your throat with each thrust. “fuck, you feel so good baby.”
he thrusts deeper in your throat, head thrown back with a groan. you whine and it vibrates through his body causing him to buck his hips up. “s.. shit, baby, i’m so close. gonna f- fuck it into you yeah?”
you nod vigorously, head bobbing up and down. your eyes are watering and he can’t help but find you the prettiest thing to ever exist in his life. with a few more sloppy thrusts he comes inside your mouth, slipping past your lips and trailing down your chin.
you swallow and he groans, watching the way you throat works. he pulls out of you and brings you up for a kiss. hands roaming to the space just above the curve of your ass. his tongue slides in your mouth, tasting himself on you and you moan.
he pulls away from the kiss. watching your eyes glazed with the aftermath and your swollen lips. he’d be damned if this would be the last time he gets to see the pretty, quiet girl from his physics lectures look this fucked out.
he never gets attached to any girl he fucks with. that was the rule. it’s not his fault you look like an angel while giving him a blowjob.
so it also wouldn’t be his fault if the next day he asked you for another meeting.. right?
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